#Alan Wake smut

[noodlecupcakes]

Chapter 2 is here!!!!

Set three years after the events of Alan Wake's American Nightmare, Alan is still stuck in The Dark Place, inside The Writers Room. His double, Mr Scratch wants him to write a new manuscript but Alan is stubborn and suffering from writer's block. Scratch has a few ideas in mind and tricks up his sleeve to inspire his beloved writer.

This fic is just pure Scratch X Wake porn. Hope you guys enjoy.

[crimsonbodies]

❝Now Kiss!❞ 18+ - MINORS DNI            … Alan Wake x Joan Newbury | Original Female Character ] WARNINGS: non-con, infidelity, graphic violence. >a/n : heyo! crimson here. so i'm posting on ao3 but thought i'd start posting on tumblr too again! after having writers block for (checks notes) 6 years, i'm back and ready to write smut finally. hope this isn't too much for some people. i'm not into the infidelity trope at all but it would appear that alan wake belongs to me now :) i thought about this. i wrote this. i read this. the guilt is immense. but i'm still gonna touch myself to it at the end of the day because it's hot 😎👍 ENJOI ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

So Alan Wake had a ring on his finger. So what?

Jiwoon couldn’t wrap his head around why the two most gorgeous survivors (besides Yunjin) wouldn’t just confirm their feelings for each other already!!! It super obvious they were meant to be together, and it was driving him INSANE!

Wake had a wife in the real world or whatever but it had to be like a million bajillion years ago since he last saw her, so he didn't understand what the problem was, and he bet Joan was WAYYY better than Wake's wife anyways like C’MON. Plus what if she was dead??? He had half a mind to escape this realm and kill her himself. The mere memory of her was getting in the way of his power couple for god's sake, and Joan was NOT a second lead.

He paced around the stage, his home in between games being a massive auditorium. When he wasn’t practicing his performances, he was sitting in a meeting room at a long table with all the other killers. Well, most of them. Some didn’t want to participate in their little reality-tv ramblings, and others had been kicked out for being too rowdy. They had been non-stop teasing him about how Alan and Joan would never get together, and it was torturing him because he knew they were right. He had been around Wake long enough to know that the guilt of ‘cheating’ on his long lost wife was looming over his head every time he was with Joan; and yet his puppy-dog eyes couldn’t hide just how much affection he had for her. It was pathetic. It was dramatic. It had him on the edge of his seat, but the endless “will they, won’t they” had gone on for far too long. It wasn’t enough for him anymore, he needed a real display of affection.

Whenever he had them in a match, he would tunnel out the other two randos just so he could watch them interact alone, or ALOAN as he liked to call them (it was their ship name he made up and he was very proud of it)(he hoped it caught on in the meeting room soon). Even when tensions were high, and they constantly looked over their shoulders, Wake would still spare some time to make a bad joke, and Joan would call it awful but wouldn’t be able to stifle her laughter. Then they would gaze lovingly into each other’s eyes, or even worse, stare longingly when the other wasn’t looking. From the moments where Wake would drop whatever he was doing when he saw her being chased, to the fact that he would never even let her end up on hook in the first place, it was so obvious to every survivor and their mother how they felt, and if they were trying to hide it from people they sucked at doing so. They were even known to the younger survivors as 'mom and dad'. It was CRYSTAL LAKE CLEAR how well they fit together like two puzzle pieces, I mean, CLEARLY since even the killers who didn’t really care about them weren’t denying the chemistry they shared. Even Freddy, who rarely participated in the round table love island conspiracy, had a few choice words when Merchant said Joan could do way better than Wake. You could hear the sound of one of pinhead’s nails dropping the way the entire room froze in shock; it made Jiwoon proud to call them his OTP.

But Jiwoon wasn’t just another annoying fanfiction writer, he was the Trickster! A cold, confident, calculating,  killer. He wanted an intimate performance, not 50 webtoon episodes where the couple barely so much as brushes up against each other. He had already read plenty of that slow-burn garbage back in the real world, the comments flooded with disappointment every time a kiss was teased and not given for the seventh time over. He would never do that if he was the author, he would simply give the people what they truly wanted immediately. 

And then it hit him. He stopped pacing, bringing his hand up to his face that was curling into a devious smile, and started chuckling to himself. He knew exactly how to get them to admit their feelings. If the forced proximity trope wasn’t enough, he would have to take it a step further. 

He needed to get them to fuck each other, even if he had to force them to do it.

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Sooner rather than later, the Trickster had made an appearance in one of their matches. Alan and Joan had long noticed how he liked to stalk them, catching on to his constant ploy of saving them for last, but he never really finished what he started. He often seem to give up in the end game, and they would always see him from afar as they ran through the exit gates. Still, they learned not to let their guard down, and were extra cautious around him since he was unpredictable, but he knew it was all a farce. Some would say he was underestimating what they were willing to do for the other, but Jiwoon was banking on it. In fact, they needed to stick to the script that he had been writing for them behind the scenes or all of this would be for nothing. He was risking them never being able to face each other again. The stakes were high, and he was all in.

As per usual, he made quick work of the unfortunate Dwight and David (sorry about your ship Trapper) and quickly made his rounds to the last gen. There were only three left for them to work on, and they almost always worked together on one of them. The map was Gas Heaven in Autohaven Wreckers. He knew exactly where they were headed: the gas station. The false pretence of a safe roof over their head. They would crouch walk over to the gen, unaware that the basement was directly next to them, patiently waiting for the next scene to unfold. And he was right; there they were. From a fair distance away, he could see Joan’s dark chocolate movie-star hairstyle peeking out from the cracked glass of the garage door. In his head, he fantasized about them exchanging meek smiles, their fingertips would brush as they reached for the toolbox at the same time, unable to hide their blushing.

‘Sorry Allie.’

‘You can use it June.’

He pictured them exchanging lovey-dovey nicknames, truly the pinnacle of a completely platonic friendship. Ignorant lovebirds.

‘Keep it together, Jiwoon. It’s… showtime’

He took a deep breath, brandishing his throwing knives before he took off. The only reason it wasn’t wise to form a relationship in the games was the fact that sometimes you were so focused on protecting the other person that you ended up making stupid mistakes, and Wake was due for his own to catch up with him. Joan was on the side of the gen perfectly in line with the doorway. Wake hadn’t even noticed, too busy scanning their surroundings for the both of them and getting his vision caught on the way Joan’s delicate hands made quick work of the wiring. But the hair on Joan’s neck raised as the killer approached, and just as she was about to get off the gen and tell Alan to hide, a firm hand was grasping the back of her black turtleneck. She yelped as she was pried from the engine, and Alan yelled after her as Trickster swiftly walked toward the basement with her over his shoulder. He couldn’t help but smile as he carried her down the stairs, turning the corner and letting her fall to the ground. He had mulled over hooking her in his rough drafts, but ultimately decided against it. Instead, he rolled her onto her back and dropped on top of her.

Wake was usually not far behind whenever she was in danger, and Jiwoon wanted him to see this. He took a blade out and plunged it into the fabric of her long-sleeve, cutting it straight up the middle to reveal her bra. Joan stopped struggling and stared at him in shock, but he wanted her to make some noise so he pressed the blade into her shoulder, just deep enough to make her scream. He started to fiddle with the zipper on the side of her skirt and heard Wake come bustling down the stairs as Joan was quietly pleading ‘no, please don't, no no no stop’. Trickster catches his gaze and Wake stops in his tracks in disbelief at the sight. His blood is boiling and his fist is ready to connect with the killer's jaw, but he knows he can't. He’s not allowed to. He'll be punished.

'Good,' Jiwoon thinks, 'stay on script'.

He holds the older man’s gaze as he stands up, leaving Joan writhing beneath him, holding her wound. 

"Heal her." He instructs, and though Alan doesn't quite comprehend what's happening, he rushes to Joan’s side to help her. He sees her exposed chest and cute mint-green bra and forces himself to focus on her injuries, burning a second hole through the hole in her shoulder.

"Allie... Allie..." She cries, grabbing onto his jacket sleeves, her grip loose. 

"It's okay, I'm here. I'm here." 

He tries to reassure her but there's still too many questions about the situation. That and she’s half naked underneath him and he hopes it isn’t obvious he’s avoiding looking her in the eyes. As he finishes healing her and is about to help her stand up, Trickster lunges at him, downing him in one hit. Joan yelps at the sudden movement, jumping away. She wants to run but her feet feel like they’re made out of concrete, sinking her into the floor. Her and the killer stare at each other as he peers over his shoulder, slowly turning to face her as he starts to close the distance between them. She begins to inch away but her back hits a locker, allowing the Trickster to get right in her face. She turns her head away as he holds the blade of his knife up to her neck, slowly lowering it to trail down her stomach to her waist.. 

"Take off your skirt."

"DON'T."

Wake's booming voice bellows off the walls of the basement. For someone who was bleeding out, he sure did have a lot of strength left. Maybe it was just desperation, and that's exactly what Jiwoon wanted. He flashed a crazed smile, turning his attention back to the man on the ground. Wake was lying on his stomach, and Jiwoon easily dropped down on top of him, grabbing the back of his hair and holding his head up with a blade pressed into his neck. 

"Take it off or I'm gutting him like a fish."

Joan’s hands are shaking. She looks back and forth between Alan’s pleading gaze and the line of red threatening to bloom from his neck. She carefully reaches up to the zipper on her plaid skirt and starts pulling it down.

"June.. don't." he stutters out, his breath shaky.

But Joan listens to the popstar, bending one knee and taking one leg out and then the other. She never pulls her gaze away from the knife, afraid that if she blinks it will be pressed further into his skin. She drops it beside her, revealing her matching panties under her pantyhose, and pulls together her blazer over her bare skin in embarrassment.  Jiwoon retracts his knife and suddenly lets go of his grip on Wake's hair. His head drops to the floor. Not much strength left, eh?

"Heal him." he instructs again, and Joan clambers to her partner to stop the bleeding. 

'Perfect. Everything is going perfect'.

"You don't have to do this… You can escape… Please… Joan. Please leave me-." Wake pauses between each sentence, breathing heavily, but gets cut off.

"Don't ever ask me to do something as stupid as that. I woudl never just let him torture you to save my own ass."

"Better me than you. I won't let him.. hurt you." 

Alan was about to say 'I won't let him have you' but stopped himself. That was not what he should be thinking right now. Joan didn't belong to him, and he was married. He had… Alice. Right. That was her name.. He felt guilty every time he looked at Joan and felt something more than friendship. But in this type of situation the lines were starting to blur. How fucking dare he put his hands on her.

"Who says I'll be the one hurting her?" 

Trickster chimes in as Joan finishes her healing. Wake sits up on one knee, still breathing heavily, and Joan bends down with a hand on his shoulder. He reaches a hand up to grab hers, and Jiwoon does his best not to fangirl because holy shit they’re actually touching hands. This was going even better than he had imagined. He made sure to block the exit, leaning against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, but no one was moving anyway. They were far too afraid to anger him.

"You two are gonna put on a show for me, a private show, for your loyal, royal, number one fan. You do what I say, and I'll let you wander the fog together, safe until the next game. How does that sound?"

The pair stared up at him confused.

"A show?" Alan questions, angrily. "What the hell are you talking about? We’re not your playthings."

"Woah, chill out man. I thought you'd be jumping at the chance to protect miss victoria's-secret-model here from the clutches of my toned abs."

Jiwoon points to his stomach dramatically, and Joan blushes deeper, trying to further hide behind Alan. He straightens his back in response, trying to protect her. Jiwoon almost can't keep his act together. He begins to walk towards them again, knife first, and points it right in Wake's face.

"On your back." he instructs, but doesn't wait for him to lie down, instead pushing him down by his shoulders. He groans in pain at the sudden movement, only half-healed. Trickster then grabs Joan by her shoulders, and shoves her down. Her knees hit the floor on both sides of Wake's waist, effectively straddling him. Their crotches connect causing both of them to flinch, and Joan does her best to pull herself off him. He uses their shock to slowly lower himself behind Joan.

"Undo his belt." Trickster whispers, leaning his chest into her back. He presses his knees into Alan’s thighs to prevent him from getting up or kicking her off.

"Wh-.... I-.... I-..." She stutters out, staring at the slightly exposed skin from under Alan’s untucked shirt.

"Unless you want me to make him pick his intestines off the floor, do what I say. Undo his belt. Now."

Joan and Alan hold eye contact again. His gaze seems to beg her not to, but not because he doesn't want her to.

"You don't have to do this Jun-."

Trickster holds the knife to her neck and she gasps. Wake freezes just as he's about to sit up. He knows it's a threat to keep him lying down. Trickster read his movements like a book.

"Oh, but she's going to. Isn't that right, Junebug?"

Joan’s lip quivers. That was the nickname her dad used to call her, the one she shared with Alan. That was the reason he called her ‘June’. How could the killer possibly know that? It frightened her even more.

"I-I'm-. I'm sorry, I-." she stuttered out as she took the metal clasp of Alan’s belt into her shaking hands, fiddling with the loop until it was open and unable to stop her repeated cycle of apologies.

"Now undo his pants." 

She does as she's told, and Jiwoon keeps instructing her through it. 

"Pull them down. Then his boxers. Gooood girl."

Joan shimmies the fabric down and her pupils go wide as his cock springs free, half hard. She had always fantasized about having her way with him in a match, but not like this. This just made her feel awful. And she felt even worse about how wet she was getting from forcing herself on him. Alan turned his head away, unable to face the effect she had on him. 

'That's fine.' Trickster thought, 'Let's see how long you'll be able to keep that up.'

"Put your hand around him. Yeaaah just like that. Now start stroking uppp and downn." 

Joan’s grip is loose as she feels the guilt taking over her. Is this really that much better than being tortured with a knife? This was its own fucked up type of torture. Things would never be the same between them when they made it out of here. How could she ever face him again? Jiwoon noticed her hesitation and gripped his own hand around hers, forcing her to grip Wake harder. He guided her hand as she stroked him, and Wake clenched his teeth trying not to let a whimper escape. Her hand was so soft and it felt so good, but it was so so fucking wrong. 

"Keep going. Faster." Trickster releases Joan’s hand when he's satisfied she won't disobey him again. He lets the scene play on until he starts to see Wake buck his hips up into her hand. 

"Stop."

Joan freezes, Alan’s hard cock pulsing in her stationary hand.

"Don't. Move."

Jiwoon snakes an arm around her waist, bringing the knife between the flat fabric of her bra at the centre of her chest, and yanks upward, cutting it clean in half. Her breasts bounce free, and she's quick to try and cover them but the killer catches her forearms before she can do so, pulling her whole body back and pushing her head forward. Her lips brush across Alan’s tip.

"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out. Do not make me ask you twice."

Joan once again does as she's told, beginning to lick a line up his shaft. Her breath is quivering, and it's hot against Wake's skin. He can't help himself and glances up to see Joan’s tits pressed into his crotch, her face flushed, her lips red. He gulps. 

‘Think of Alice, think of Alice, think of-…’ he repeats over and over in his head.

Trickster notices the silent battle and his eyes twinkle. He takes the opportunity to let go of Joan’s wrists and instead gathers her hair back so it doesn't get in her face.

"Start sucking."

She closes her eyes, letting her sinful thoughts take over and hollowing her cheeks out. She was saving them both. She shouldn't feel bad. She also shouldn't be enjoying it as much as she was, but she couldn’t deny the feelings she harboured for him. She knew he must feel something for her. They shared far too many intimate moments for their relationship to be seen as 'just friends'. They were both being reduced to sweating, moaning messes. It wouldn’t be long before their animalistic instincts took over. It was getting Trickster hard just watching them, but that wasn't what he was here for.

Joan went up and down, sucking hard and swirling her tongue around. It felt so good Alan was seeing stars. He closed his eyes and all he could see was her face. She was god damned good at this. Better than his wife, which was a dangerous thought to think but he couldn't help himself. He hadn't felt the touch of a woman in god knows how long, and now a woman he had strictly forbidden himself from touching was hitting his cock against the back of her throat.

"Help guide her head."

Wake was snapped out of his ruminating to see Trickster staring directly at him from behind Joan. It was almost as if he was hypnotising him. His arms unconsciously began to lift and his hands touched Joan’s head, pressing her down and lifting her back up, matching her rhythm. It wasn't long before his grip had tightened and he was shoving her up and down further and faster to get him closer to his high. His hips bucked into her face and it made his belt jingle. He felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, threatening to burst. But Trickster wasn't done yet. He yanked Joan off of him by her hair, a line of her spit trailing between them, and Alan whined as he felt the cold breeze wash over his raw, aching cock. He was so close.

"You cum when I say you can." The killer said, pleased with the reaction he was getting. He turned his attention to Joan. "We’re only halfway through the show, no skipping to the good part."

He let go of her hair and pushed her over onto Alan, her breasts hitting the fabric of his dress shirt as she was pressed into his chest and felt his bare cock on her stomach. Trickster wasted no time cutting a hole into the back of her pantyhose, ripping them apart with his hands. He then hooked his hands under her shoulders and pulled her back up. 

“Move your panties to the side.” He said into Joan’s ear, loud enough for Wake to hear. “And YOU. I’m not touchin another dude’s junk, so hold it up, and make sure it’s straight.”

Time seemed to slow as the words fell from the killer’s mouth. A shameful blowjob for the killer’s entertainment was one thing, but actually making them fuck each other? Just what kind of game was this psycho playing? This was on a whole other level of wrong, specifically a line in the sand that was never supposed to be crossed, and the Trickster was like a strong gust of wind just blowing it away. Neither of them could look at each other, and Jiwoon felt the tension in the air. No one dared to move. Was this a bad end? Did his plan fail?? Was this the one fic tag he had glanced over in the beginning coming to fruition, #no happy ending??? He almost regretted everything he had done to them… Almost. Just as he was about to start waving a white blade in defeat, he felt Joan’s arm moving. She reached down to her groin, slowly pulling the thin fabric away from her sex. He looked down to see Wake’s hand firmly grasping his erection, his head still looking to the side with his eyes closed. The shame wasn't enough to make them stop what he had started. He felt a crazed smile curling at his lips again. HE KNEW THEY WOULD PULL THROUGH!!!! HE SHOULD’VE NEVER DOUBTED HIS POWER COUPLE IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!!!!!! HASHTAG LOVE WINS OR WHATEVER!!!!

He slowly lowered her down. Joan felt the tip hit her and she gasped at the contact as Alan dragged himself over her folds, trying to find her entrance without having to look at it. Rather than shame, the feeling was embarrassment. Neither of them wanted to do this in front of someone, let alone one of the people who killed them for sport. But neither of them could stop themselves. It was just like the Trickster had envisioned. Wake slightly raised his hips to push the tip of his cock inside of Joan, and she couldn’t help but let a moan escape her lips. 

“Is it in?” The Trickster asked flatly.

“Y-yes…” Joan had whimpered out. Without warning, the Trickster had let go of her arms, and she dropped down hard onto Alan’s crotch, completely swallowing him. She cried out, having no time to adjust to his girth. He was so big that it was painful. She carefully lifted her hips as her walls burned, but Trickster shoved her back down, and she let out another cry. Alan was suffering in a different way. She was gripping him so hard, her sex was tight and warm and wet, he was holding himself back from gripping her hips and thrusting up into her like a wild animal. 

“I-it hurts.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

Jiwoon replied thoughtlessly on purpose, leaving room for Wake to speak up and comfort her. And he did, right on script. He reached out a hand toward her, and she met him halfway, reaching out her own to intertwine their fingers.

“H-hey, June. I-it’s okay. It’s okay. Look at me, it’s okay. I’m right here. I’m right here.” His voice was trembling as he tried his best to soothe her. He glared at the man standing over them, and Jiwoon put his hands up in defeat, letting their story play out without any more of his direct intervention. He backed away, watching them from a safe distance, and took out his knives to fiddle with as a warning, making sure Wake got the message. He did.

“O-okay. Okay. It’s alright. I’m alright.” Joan replied, her words just as shaky as Alan’s. Jiwoon didn’t need to tell them what to do next. They already knew. Alan put his free hand on her thigh.

“Start slow, okay? We’ll go slow. Just focus on me. Focus on your breathing. No crying, okay? I know you can be a crybaby.” Alan tried his luck at a joke, and was able to pull a chuckle from Joan’s lips. 

“O-okay.” She laughed, taking a deep breath. “Okay. Slow. We’ll go slow.”

“Do you want me to help?”

“N-no no. No. I can do it.”

She delicately raised herself up the smallest amount she could manage, and lowered herself back down. Alan whined at the friction. She felt so fucking good and he needed more. She kept going, steadying her breathing, her grip on Alan’s hand getting tighter. Her walls were relaxing around him, but she was still so god damn tight. She reached a finger to her clit, rubbing it in circles and it made her moans become louder. They were music to Alan’s ears. But Alan had a wife. What about your wife, Alan? Remember her? Her name-... Her… what was her name again…? Joan began to speed up, allowing his name to roll off her tongue, and he tilted his head back, letting it hit the floor as he closed his eyes. Shit, this feeling was dangerous. He began to match her movements, thrusting in and out, the sound of skin slapping skin growing louder. They almost forgot about the other presence in the room. Trickster watched them intently, beginning to palm himself over his pants. Was this the type of stuff survivors got up to in their spare time? He almost wished he could share a tent with Yunjin. Damn, this was fucking hot. It was a million times better than the way he conjured it up in his head. Imagine your wildest fanfiction dreams being acted out in a way you could watch over and over and over again. Oh! He almost forgot! Danny, the Ghost Face, had generously lent him his camera for this very reason, though he wanted him to fail miserably just to see the sad look on his face, he was also secretly a #Aloan shipper.

Jiwoon shoved his hand into his jacket pocket and fished out the silver digital camera, turning it on. He wasn’t into photos like Danny, he strictly wanted to capture videos. He flicked around with the settings until he deemed it perfect, and pressed the shutter. The camera made a beeping noise to signal that it was now recording, and he stalked closer to the couple, capturing their intimate moment forever on film. Joan took notice and started to slow her movements, her anxiety taking over, but Alan reassured her, picking up her slack by thrusting deeper.

“Hey, hey. Keep looking at me. It’s okay June. It’s okay. You’re okay. You're here with me.”

But the Trickster was starting to become impatient. He put the camera on the ground, pointing it toward them.

“Alright, love birds. He smirked. “Time for the big finale.” 

He sauntered over to them, pulling Joan off of Wake once again. They both felt the disconnect this time, whining in sync as Joan was pushed onto her back. The ground was cold and unwelcoming. Jiwoon crouched down, spreading his legs and resting his elbows on his knees. Alan also half-sat up on his elbows, looking directly into the killer’s piercing stare, almost as if asking 'what the hell do you want now?'. He leaned in closer to the man on the floor.

“Now get on top of her and fuck her brains out.” Trickster winked.

He pushed himself up off his knees and walked away, back into the corner where he came from, picking up the camera as he went. He waited.

“If you don’t put your dick inside her, I will.” He called out from across the room. “And I know you don't want anyone else’s dick anywhere near her.”

Alan hated him. He hated how right he was. Hated how hearing those words made him feel. Joan was his woman. No one else could have her, not while he was around. Over his goddamn dead body. He turned to his side and got on his hands and knees, crawling the short distance over to her until he was right on top of her, his legs inbetween her own. His tie fell into her face, and she sheepishly reached up to loosen it. He bent his head down so she could pull it off of him.

“Thanks…” He muttered.

She pressed her lips together and nodded in response, looking down. His hard cock was hovering above her stomach, and she felt a bolt of lightning go through her body. Alan lowered his gaze too, eyes landing on her perfect tits. He tried not to think about how he wanted them in his mouth, but he failed miserably.

“I’m losin battery life here, folks. Get on with it.”

The Trickster feigned impatience but he just really wanted them to start talking to each other. He pointed the camera back at them, adjusting the zoom. The pair’s eyes looked towards him, the camera, then back at each other like deer in the headlights.

“I’m sorry we have to do this in front of him.” Alan offered his sympathy, but Joan’s reply surprised him.

“This isn't how I imagined how first time. I wish it was different than this.” She smiled, but tears started to prickle in her eyes. 

Shit. 

Alan steadied himself, thinking over his options before he got closer to her face, and kissed her forehead gently.

“I promise I will protect you. You’re safe as long as you’re with me. Alright?”

Joan swiftly nodded, trying not to let her tears spill. He continued.

“Do you trust me?”

“I trust you. I-I trust you, yes. Of course I do.”

“Can I put it inside you?”

Joan hesitated, looking down again. Alan was lining himself up. She looked back up and in a moment of bravery reached up to cup his face and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. He was shocked, but kissed her back. That was answer enough for him. They kept kissing as he rubbed himself over folds again, pressing the tip gently in and out. He pushed further in, and Joan gasped, but he caught her lips again and continued to kiss her. He kept slowly pushing in and out, going further each time he went in, until he was fully sheathed inside her. They both let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding.

Yep. This was WAYYY better than the Trickster had hoped for.

“I’m gonna start moving, okay? Are you ready?”

“I-I’m ready.”

Alan pulled back, but paused for a moment.

“Do you… want this?”

“What?” Joan asked in disbelief. Trickster cocked his head to the side behind the camera. Was he really asking this right now?

“I like you, Joan. If we’re really doing this, I need to know that you want thi-.”

He was cut off by Joan reaching up again to kiss him. She was the one to pull back first so she could reply.

“Alan Wake, you big stupid oblivious man. I like you. So much. I didn’t want to overstep but, wasn’t it obvious…?”

“I… I like you too. I like you so much too-.”

Wake’s words were cut off again by himself this time, pressing their lips together, this time with a hunger he hadn’t felt in a long time. Joan reached her hands up to run them through his hair. Jiwoon was screaming internally. He felt like a fan watching their idol finally receive a daesang after being with them since debut. He was SO making his own #Aloan banners and lightsticks when he got back, and he was SO rubbing it into Merchant’s face. Hell, he wanted to throw a fucking pizza party. He should start planning that ASAP.

Alan pushed himself back inside Joan, and she flinched as he spread her walls apart. She was soaking wet and her juices were rubbing all over Alan’s crotch. He began to speed up as he pushed her legs further apart, pulling her down by the thighs, closer to his body. They never broke the kiss, moaning into each other’s mouths. Joan removed her hands from his hair and brought them to his dress shirt, fumbling around with the buttons until they were all undone. She ran her hands over his toned torso, wanting to feel as much of him and she could. This made Alan pull back from the kiss and adjust himself, and Joan was confused until he gripped the sides of her hips and began pounding into her with the fire of a thousand suns. The basement was filled with the sound of their love making, loud, breathy moans, each other's names falling lovingly from their lips inbetween deep kisses, and the hot squelching noises of their juices mixing between them. Joan's back arched off the ground and she closed her eyes, one of her hands coming up to cover her mouth, embarrassed at the noises she was making. Alan saw what she was doing, and had other plans. He took both of her wrists in his hands, pulling them up over her head and holding them firmly in place.

“Don’t cover your mouth. I want to hear you.”

He sped up his pace even faster, dipping his head down to lick and suck on her neck. Her breasts bounced against his chest, feeling her nipples against him was driving him crazy.

“W-wait, that’s- ah, s-s-sensitive-, ahh.”

Hearing her say that had him sucking harder, leaving a trail of hickeys leading down to her collar bones. He started kissing a line down to her breasts, and adjusted his grip on her arms, moving them so they were beside her head. This allowed him to keep going down her body, and he licked over one of her nipples as her body curled to the side and his cock to hit a sweet spot inside her. The sound she let out went straight to his groin, and he alternated between sucking and biting on her breast and nipple. He let go of one her wrists to take her other breast in his hand. She brought one of her legs up and rested it on his shoulder, letting him thrust deeper inside her, hitting her cervix.

“A-Allie… Allie- ah, I-I’m gonna- o-oh my god I’m gonna-.”

She stuttered out his pet name as she felt the build up between her legs like a dam threatening to burst. Her stomach was coiling tighter and tighter into itself. Alan let go of her other arm, and she brought them down to grip onto his forearms.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck i’m gonna- I-I’m, oh fuck Alan.”

“Cum for me baby. Cum for me. It’s okay, I’m here. I’ve got you. You're safe. I've got you baby.”

He whispered sweet nothings in her ear as he felt her begin to tense around him, keeping his same pace to drive her straight over the edge. She was going to speak up again, but her orgasm suddenly hit her, and she sputtered his name over and over again between moans as her whole body violently twitched underneath him. She threw her head back, and it hit against the ground before he placed his hand under it, stopping it from hitting the concrete floor. He slowed his thrusting as her walls pulsed around him, trying to milk his own orgasm out of him, but he wasn’t ready to cum yet. He planted gentle kisses all over her face, landing on her lips.

“You’re doing so well baby, you’re doing so well for me.”

Her chest was heaving, her breathing heavy as she came down from her high, her eyes fluttering. Alan continued to kiss her neck softly, slowly pushing in and out.

“Can I keep going, or do you want to stop?”

Joan thought about it as if she had a choice. Her droopy eyes glanced over to the killer in the corner, his camera flashing to signal that it was still recording. Alan followed her gaze, nearly forgetting the reason they were doing this in the first place.

“W-we can stop now-.”

“No.”

He began to pull away from her, but she stopped him, putting a hand on his cheek and giving him a soft smile.

“I want you to keep going. Keep going until you're satisfied.”

“I-I… don't want to overdo it.”

“You won’t.”

“Please tell me if I do.”

“I will. Of course I will… He told you to fuck my brains out, remember?”

“Pfft.” 

That earned a snicker from Wake. At least she could still find some humour in this situation, as fucked up as it was. 

“You really want me to fuck your brains out…?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“I want you to fuck me so hard I walk with a limp back to the campfire. Do your worst, Wake.”

Joan smirked, and it caught Alan off guard. This was a new side he was seeing for the first time, and he didn’t hate it. 

“Alright. You asked for it.”

He pulled out of her, wasting no time to flip her onto her stomach. The cold floor made her nipples hard, and she shivered at the contact. He grabbed her waist, pulling her ass up into the air and spanking it with a loud smack. She yelped from beneath him, but moaned into it. It was his turn to smirk.

‘Do your worst, huh?’ he thought. But he wanted to save some stuff for when they were truly alone. He grabbed the waistband of her ripped pantyhose and her underwear, pulling them both down in one swift motion and smacked her now bare ass again, enjoying every new noise he could pull from her lips. He took a good look at her sex, and she could feel his burning gaze, becoming embarrassed. She was about to regret asking for more when he plunged two fingers into her, scissoring them around a bit before adding another. She was so fucking warm, and soaking wet. And the smell of sex was driving him insane. He wondered if she ever touched herself to the thought of him, and the image of her whimpering his name alone in her tent set off something inside of him. He pulled his fingers back and licked them clean. 

Shaking off his blazer, it dropped to the floor next to him. He was sweating like a mule. He decided to take off his shirt too, it was already half off anyway. He looked back down to Joan, and decided to undress her too. 

“Put your arms back for me baby.”

She did as she was told, and he grabbed onto the cuffs of her own blazer, pulling it off with the remnant of her turtleneck, leaving her bare back exposed. She put her hands back down to the floor, shivering again, but he grabbed her biceps pulling her back. He pressed his chest into her arched back, and she rested her head on his shoulder, looking up at him. 

“I wanna feel you baby, your skin on mine.”

“I-I’d like that.”

Joan stuttered out a reply as she felt his cock get hard again, pressing into her ass. He released her arms to grab her boobs, and kneaded them, softly tugging at her nipples. His cock was dripping with precum as he rubbed himself against her, and she pressed herself back, further into him. 

“I’m gonna put it in.”

He was about to reach down one of his hands but she stopped him.

“No, let me… Okay?”

Her fingertips brushed against him, delicately stroking him, and his breath hitched.

“O-okay.”

He returned his hand to her breast, and planted a trail of kisses across her shoulders as she prepared herself. She rubbed him along her folds until she settled on her hole, and pushed back to bury the tip inside her. Alan thrusted the tip in and out a few times before jerking his hips forward and back, immediately setting a relentless pace. Joan cried out, not from pain, but from the pleasure taking over her. Wake could tell the difference and didn’t stop, letting his carnal instincts take over. He shoved himself deeper and deeper inside of her, his pace as rapid as his own heartbeat that was pounding out of his chest. Fucking hell she was melting around him. He wrapped his arms around body and burried his head in his neck, holding her firmly in place as if she would disappear, biting down on her shoulder, leaving a mark but not drawing blood. She tried to meet his pace but it was proving to be impossible. He was eating her like she was his last meal, he wanted to devour her whole. He kept trying to remind himself how dangerous this was, but he didn’t care anymore. He wanted to make sure she remembered the shape of his cock. It felt so good, and she sounded like heaven. She couldn’t stop moaning and cursing.

“God I just want to destroy you.” He let his thoughts mix with his words as he felt his climax reaching its peak. His breathing was heavy, his voice low and husky. He was almost growling. 

“I’ve held back for so, so long. I’m not gonna let you go so easily.”

“Allie, A-Allieeee, ugh. Don’t stop Allie. I-I’m gonna-”

“Keep saying my name- ugh, k-keep saying my name. You’re mine. O-only I get to- ugh.. fuck you like this. Fuck, Joan. Joannn. Ughh Joan.”

His movements were becoming erratic and sloppy, and his grip around her tightened, bending her over slightly to fuck into her from a different angle. He was so damn close. He was gonna fill her up so good. So fucking goo-.

“F-fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK, ugh, Joannn. Fuuuck, ughhh.”

He sputtered out, his voice turning into a sweet melody of whimpers as he pumped everything he had into her. Joan felt her walls get sticky, and Alan didn’t relent his pace. Her second orgasm washed over her as he continued to cum, holding her firmly in place as he felt her spasm under him. She dropped her head forward, exhausted, and he finally began to slow to a stop. Their breathing was the only thing they could hear as he gently relaxed his grip and pulled out of her. Joan collapsed on the ground, her ass sticking out in the air, giving Alan the perfect view of his cum dripping out of her. 

Damnit, he wanted to fuck her again.

“You think you can get pregnant in here?”

A chipper voice broke through the private moment, causing Wake’s head to snap in the direction of the sound. The Trickster was right beside him, leaning forward and admiring the view. Wake quickly grabbed his blazer off the floor and draped it over Joan’s rear, covering her from the killer’s sick gaze. He got between them as he stood up and pulled up his boxers, staring daggers into the idol. 

‘Hey, that’s my job.’ he thought, flashing Wake a smile. Wake just furrowed his brows deeper.

“Show’s over, pal. We did what you wanted.” He said sternly. They had held up their end of the deal, now it was time for Trickster to make good on his word. He chuckled, leaning back to stand up straight.

“Yeah yeah, I suppose you did.” ‘You did that and more,’ he thought to himself. “Well! I’ll let you two get dressed. I’ll be just upstairs.” He sang as he sauntered up the stairs, leaving the pair alone. Joan had begun to get up from the ground, turning herself over to sit down properly. She realized she was sitting on Alan’s blazer.

“Oh- Alan. I’m making your jacket all… gross. ” She whispered the last part, a bit ashamed. She began to stand up but forgot her pantyhose were around her thighs, limiting her movement. Her feet caught on themselves and she began to tumble forward, colliding with Alan’s chest as he caught her in time, her breasts pressing into him again. He sighed lovingly, looking down at her.

“So… walking with a limp, huh?”

She blushed, hitting his shoulder. 

“Not a word until we’re out of here mister.”

“Are sure you're able to walk out of here?”

“Not another word!” She huffed as he laughed, pulling herself off of him only to be pulled back, a kiss pressed against her lips. Alan’s gaze softened as he pulled away.

“I love you.”

“!”

Joan squeaked at the sudden confession. He WHAT!? Alan LOVED her? Her!? The same her that was an absolute liability in matches and wouldn’t know map sense if a pallet hit her in the face, and Alan was there to save the day every single time. Steam came out of her ears as her brain tried to process the information. Alan frowned awkwardly at her overthinking.

“You don’t have to give me an answer-.”

“I LOVE YOU TOO.”

His eyes went wide as he was cut off by Joan's sudden yelling. Embarrassment washed over her face and she dropped her gaze to the ground.

“I-I mean.. I love you too, Allie. I have.. for a while…” 

She sheepishly looked up at him, suddenly scared to hear his response, but was met with a goofy grin instead.

“What…?” She asked, wondering if something was funny.

Alan offered no verbal response and instead started laughing, lifting her up and twirling her around. 

“A-Alan! Hey!”

She joined in on laughing with him, and they spun around giggling until they settled down.

“You don’t know how happy I am to hear that.” 

He flashed a genuine, glowing smile, and all Joan could do was warmly smile back, careful not to start sobbing on the spot. That would have to wait for later, when they weren’t in a literal meat freezer. 

Oh. Right.

They both seemed to realize where they were again and quickly released each other, beginning to pick up their clothes and get dressed. All the while, Jiwoon was quietly listening on the staircase, looking like the meme of the guy crying while holding the lightsticks in Wake Up, Girls!

His ship had finally sailed.

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As they made their way up the stairs, the Trickster was awaiting them at the top, leaning cooly against a locker, admiring his nails absentmindedly. He totally hadn’t been eavesdropping, psh, not a chance, he would never do that. He looked at the survivors up and down. Joan had chosen to discard her mauled tights, and was wearing Wake's dress shirt. Wake wore his jacket with no shirt underneathe. Both of their hair was a bit of a mess. And they were holding hands.

STAGE CLEAR .ᐟ‧₊˚✩彡

“I suppose a deal’s a deal.” Trickster said nonchalantly, trying to sound as bored as possible. He sighed extra loud for dramatic effect. Alan raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. So, we’re gonna go work on the last gen-.”

As if God himself had intervened, the last gen lit up across the map, signalling its completion, and the exit alarm started blaring. They all heard the exit gates opening and stared at each other in disbelief. 

It seems the Entity had had enough and was telling them to get the fuck out.

“I’ll, uh… walk you two out. Ha ha… ha.” Trickster said, trailing off his laugh. He was sure to get a mouthful when he got back. He hoped the beating wasn’t too bad this time. He knew it would be. It was worth it. Totally worth it.

He swivelled on his heel toward the exit and led the newly announced couple to the edge of the map and through the exit doors, stopping just before the spikes came up signalling he couldn’t go any further.

“Pleasure doin business with ya, Wakey. Let’s do this again sometime, yeah?”

Alan let go of Joan's hand and straightened his back, getting right in Trickster’s face.

“Let’s not, yeah?”

Jiwoon felt his overwhelming presence and immediately backed down, dropping his shoulders as if to protect himself. He placed his hands in his pockets and felt the cool plastic casing of the digital camera. His eyes flickered back and forth between the pair. He was about to say something along the lines of ‘have a safe trip home!’ but felt he had said enough for the day. He simply nodded as Wake led Joan into the fog, placing a hand around her lower back and pulling her closer. The pair had seldom thought how they were going to start to unpack what had just happened to them. They felt it was in their best interest to just ignore it and hope for the best; they'd jump off that bridge when they got to it. But they had one another to help the other through the nightmares now. There was no space left between them anymore, no need to keep each other at arm's length. They were truly together. And they'd be even more together sharing a tent later tonight to finish what they had started without a serial killer across the room.

Jiwoon watched as they started to disappear, and noticed Joan was slightly faltering as she went. Was she walking with a limp…?

He sighed, scratching the back of his neck and looking around as if someone could be watching him. When they were completely gone, he let his crazed smile light up his face and he squealed, jumping around and waving his hands in the air. 

The other killers were not gonna BELIEVE this.

[the-labyrinth-of-me]

Can I please have a Matthew Porretta Ai text to speech reader so I can have him read to me whatever I want?

[pinkomcranger]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Alan Wake (Video Games), Alan Wake 2 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Saga Anderson/Alex Casey, Saga Anderson & Alex Casey Characters: Saga Anderson, Alex Casey (Alan Wake) Additional Tags: New Years, New Year's Kiss, New Year's Fluff, Established Relationship, Making Out, So much kissing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fireworks, Jokes, no beta we die like Taken, These Two Deserve the World, so I gave them a happy new year, Saga literally thinks about Casey every minute, I don't blame her Summary:

His words made her feel dizzy and bubbly at the same time. That she gave him so much in such a short amount of time made her feel powerful in a way nothing else had. She turned in his hold and pressed her smile into his mouth. He was quick to return it, soft and just as happy.

[alphawave-writes]

Art and Science, a Tom Zane x Dr Casper Darling fanfic (NSFW)

After Dr Casper Darling escaped from the Dark Place with Tom Zane to the real world, the work doesn't stop. He has new rituals to test, and his latest one finally succeeds. But when a dashing auteur catches Darling's surprise, the two must test the potential Altered Items using whatever method they have

[tell-me-a-tale-that-tells]

FANFICTION REQUESTS

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Fallout

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What genre you can ask for:

Smut ( if characters are legally adults)

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What you can't absolutely ask for:

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[koskela-knights]

Ehhhh cowboy Huotari AU where the Huotari brothers are outlaws. Ilmari is the main gunner and Jaakoppi is the catcher and highly skilled with his lasso and the whip

Instead of bikers, they are horsegirls

[muiitoloko]

Hi! First of all, i love all of your works <3 your works make my day a lot better!

Can i ask if you ok with daddy kink or not? or maybe sugar daddy/baby girl?

If yes, do you have plan to write any Alan characters with this plot? (I would love to read about Frank🫣)

Title: By His Command

Summary: Frank’s commanding nature is matched only by his desire to please and protect you. A night of teasing turns into an exploration of trust and passion.

Pairing: Frank Benson × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, Daddy kink

Author's Notes: Hi there! 😊 Thank you so much for your lovely words—they truly make my day brighter! 💖 Regarding your question, I’m open to exploring daddy kink and sugar daddy/baby girl dynamics in my stories. In fact, I’ve been thinking about incorporating these themes with some of the Alan characters, including Frank! 🫣 Your enthusiasm and support mean the world to me, and I’d love to create something special for you and other fans. Stay tuned, and thanks again for the awesome suggestion! 🥰✨

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Frank sat at the kitchen table, attempting to focus on his dinner, but his attention kept straying to you. The clinking of pots and pans as you washed up only drew his gaze back again and again, especially with those tiny denim shorts hugging your curves like a second skin. Every movement you made was unintentional torture—the way you leaned forward, your hips swaying slightly, your thighs exposed, your perfect ass practically calling to him.

He gripped his fork tighter, his hazel eyes narrowing as he tried to tear his gaze away and focus on the plate in front of him. But his hand itched, the urge building with each passing second. Frank had always prided himself on his discipline, but tonight it was wearing thin.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He set his fork down with deliberate precision, his baritone voice breaking the comfortable silence. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me, sweetheart?”

You paused, glancing over your shoulder with an innocent smile. “What do you mean, Frank?” you asked, your tone sweet but knowing, as if you were fully aware of the effect you were having on him.

Frank’s hazel eyes darkened, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You know damn well what I mean,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous, sending a shiver down your spine.

You turned back to the sink, a mischievous glint in your eye as you reached for another pot. “I’m just cleaning up, Daddy,” you said innocently, using the title you knew would ignite something primal in him.

Frank pushed his chair back, the sound of it scraping against the floor making your heart race. You could hear his heavy, deliberate footsteps approaching, and before you could say another word, his large hand came down hard on your ass, the sound echoing in the kitchen.

“Frank!” you gasped, half in surprise, half in delight, as the sting spread deliciously across your skin.

He leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear as he growled, “That’s for teasing me, baby girl. Wearing those tiny shorts, swaying your hips like that… you know exactly what you’re doing.”

You bit your lip, your cheeks flushing as you turned to face him, your back pressed against the counter. His hands came to rest on either side of you, trapping you in, his broad chest just inches from yours. His hazel eyes bore into yours, filled with a mix of frustration and desire.

“I think you like driving me mad,” he muttered, his hooked nose brushing against yours as he leaned in closer. “But you forget who’s in charge here.”

You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper. “You are, Daddy.”

“That’s right,” he murmured, his hand trailing up your thigh, rough and possessive, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “And if you keep acting like a naughty little girl, I’m going to have to remind you exactly what happens to brats like you.”

Your breath hitched as his fingers traced the edge of your shorts, his touch firm yet teasing. “Maybe I like being reminded,” you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation.

Frank let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “Oh, you like it, do you?” he said, his voice dripping with dark amusement. His hand slid up further, cupping your ass through the thin denim. “Then you’d better be ready for what’s coming.”

Before you could respond, Frank’s lips were on yours, claiming you with a hunger that made your knees weak. His kiss was firm, demanding, his hands roaming over your body as if he couldn’t get enough of you. When he pulled back, his hazel eyes were blazing with desire.

“Bedroom. Now,” he commanded, his voice a low growl that sent a thrill through you.

You nodded, your heart pounding as you turned to obey, but Frank stopped you with a sharp slap to your ass. “Not so fast,” he murmured, pulling you back against him. “You think I’m letting you off that easy? I’ve got plans for you, baby girl.”

His hands gripped your hips, guiding you toward the table instead. “Bend over,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Your cheeks flushed as you complied, leaning over the table, your tiny shorts riding up even higher. Frank’s hands roamed over your ass, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts and pulling them down slowly, savoring the sight of you exposed before him.

“You’ve been teasing me all night,” he muttered, his baritone voice rough with desire. “Now, it’s my turn.”

His lips trailed down your spine, his hands kneading your hips as he took his time, making you squirm beneath his touch. “Such a perfect little thing,” he murmured, his fingers brushing over your skin. “All mine.”

You let out a soft moan, arching your back as his touch grew more insistent. “Daddy, please…” you whispered, your voice trembling with need.

Frank smirked, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. “Oh, you’re going to beg, baby girl,” he murmured, his voice a sinful promise. “And I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”

Frank’s first slap landed sharply on your ass, the sound echoing in the kitchen. You let out a soft gasp, wincing at the sting. “Frank!” you whined, glancing over your shoulder at him. His hazel eyes gleamed with a mixture of discipline and amusement, his baritone voice calm but firm.

“Quiet,” he commanded, his large hand smoothing over the spot he’d just struck, only to bring it down again, harder this time. “You don’t get to tease me all night and not face the consequences, baby girl.”

Each slap was deliberate, measured, the sharp sting spreading warmth through your skin as you squirmed against the table. “Daddy, please…” you whimpered, your voice trembling with both protest and anticipation.

Frank chuckled darkly, his hooked nose brushing against the back of your neck as he leaned down. “Oh no, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “You don’t get to beg your way out of this. Not yet.” His hand came down again, the sting radiating through your body, leaving your ass cheeks tinged with red.

You whimpered, your fingers gripping the edge of the table as his punishment continued, each slap igniting a mix of pain and pleasure that sent heat pooling low in your belly. “Frank…” you moaned, your voice breathy as you writhed under his hand.

He finally stopped, his hand resting on your heated skin, fingers tracing soothing circles over the red marks he’d left. “There’s my good girl,” he murmured, his tone softening as he leaned down to press a kiss to the small of your back. “You took that so well for me.”

Sliding his hands under your thighs, he helped you stand upright, his strong arms supporting you as you steadied yourself. He tugged your tiny shorts back up, his fingers lingering on your hips as he adjusted the waistband. “Go upstairs,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding. “Get ready for me. You’ve got five minutes.”

Your heart raced at his words, knowing exactly what he meant. Without hesitation, you turned and made your way up the stairs, your legs trembling slightly from the intensity of the moment. Behind you, Frank stayed in the kitchen, his hazel eyes following your retreating form with a possessive gleam.

He reached down to adjust the gun tucked securely into the waistband of his pants, a weapon he never went without, a habit born from years of discipline and responsibility. He carefully set it on the counter, the cool metal glinting under the kitchen lights. Despite his rough exterior and commanding demeanor, Frank was meticulous in everything he did. Like the disciplined soldier he had always been, he moved with purpose, setting the table, wiping it down, and putting away the leftovers from his dinner.

With the kitchen spotless, Frank stood for a moment, his white hair damp from sweat, his chubby frame exuding a quiet strength. He ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath before heading upstairs, his steps slow and deliberate, the anticipation building with each step.

When he entered the bedroom, he found you exactly as he expected—kneeling at the foot of the bed, your hands resting on your thighs, your head bowed slightly in submission. The sight sent a surge of heat through him, his hazel eyes darkening as they roamed over your body.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his baritone voice low and thick with desire as he stepped closer. “My perfect little girl, always so eager to please her daddy.”

You lifted your head, meeting his gaze with wide, adoring eyes. “I’m ready for you, Daddy,” you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation.

Frank smirked, his hooked nose casting a shadow as he tilted his head, taking in every inch of you. “Good,” he said simply, his voice a rumble that sent shivers down your spine. He reached out, his fingers trailing over your cheek before slipping under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his. “You know what to do.”

You nodded, your heart racing as you leaned forward, your hands moving to the waistband of his pants. As you began to unfasten them, Frank’s hand came to rest on the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he watched you with a mixture of patience and hunger.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me tonight,” he murmured, his voice dripping with approval. “Let’s see if you can keep it up.”

His words sent a thrill through you, and as you worked to please him, you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love for the man who had always taken such good care of you. Despite his rough edges and commanding demeanor, Frank’s devotion to you was unwavering, and in moments like these, you felt it more deeply than ever.

As you knelt before Frank, your hands gripping his thighs for balance, you looked up to find him completely lost in the pleasure you were giving him. His hazel eyes fluttered closed, his head tilted slightly back, and his jaw slackened, though he quickly caught himself and straightened, his hand tightening its grip in your hair. A small, stifled sound escaped his throat, and you felt a thrill knowing you had almost broken through his carefully maintained composure.

Frank’s outdated sense of masculinity still clung to him like his uniform—a constant reminder of his discipline and control. He believed men shouldn’t moan in bed, shouldn’t let go entirely, but you had made it your personal mission to shatter that illusion. The suppressed groans rumbling in his chest only spurred you on, your tongue swirling around him as your lips slid down his length.

“Goddammit, girl,” he muttered, his baritone voice thick with desire as he glanced down at you, his hazel eyes dark and burning with barely restrained lust. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

You smirked, your lips still wrapped around him, the vibrations from your hum sending a shiver through his body. His fingers tangled tighter in your hair, pulling you slightly closer as he tried to maintain his control. “That mouth of yours,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, “is far too skilled for your own good, little one.”

You pulled back slightly, letting him slide out with an audible pop, your eyes locked on his as you licked your lips. “Is that so, Daddy?” you whispered, your voice soft and teasing. “Maybe I’m just trying to make you lose that control you’re so proud of.”

Frank chuckled darkly, though the sound was strained, his arousal evident in the way his chest rose and fell with each labored breath. “Oh, you like pushing your luck, don’t you?” he growled, his hand tightening in your hair as he tilted your head back to force you to meet his gaze. “Be careful, little girl. You’re playing a dangerous game.”

Your smile widened, and you leaned forward again, brushing your lips over the sensitive head of his cock. “Maybe I like playing with fire,” you murmured, your tongue flicking out to taste him. “Especially when it’s you, Daddy.”

His breath hitched, and for a brief moment, his composure cracked, a low, guttural groan escaping him before he clenched his jaw, stifling the sound. You saw the flicker of frustration in his eyes as he regained control, his grip on your hair firm but not painful.

“You’re a menace,” he muttered, his hooked nose flaring slightly as he inhaled deeply, his chest rising and falling with effort. “Always testing me, always pushing.” His other hand reached down, cupping your chin as his thumb traced over your swollen lips. “But you’re mine, aren’t you?”

You nodded, your voice breathy as you whispered, “Yes, Daddy. Always yours.”

“Good girl,” he said, his voice softening slightly, though the dominant edge remained. “Now get back to it. I’m not done with you yet.”

You obeyed without hesitation, taking him into your mouth again, hollowing your cheeks as you slid down his length. His fingers tightened in your hair, his hips rocking forward slightly, his breath catching as he watched you work. Each flick of your tongue, each moan you let out around him, pushed him closer to the edge, his control slipping bit by bit.

“Christ, you’re perfect,” he muttered, his voice a low rasp as his hazel eyes burned with desire. “The way you look at me… the way you take me…” He trailed off, his jaw clenching again as another moan threatened to escape. “Fuck,” he growled under his breath, his frustration with himself evident as he struggled to maintain his composure.

You pulled back once more, your lips glistening as you looked up at him, your voice a soft, teasing whisper. “Let go, Frank. Let me hear you.”

His hazel eyes met yours, a flicker of hesitation flashing across his face before it melted away, replaced by something raw and primal. With a low growl, he cupped your face in both hands, pulling you to your feet in one swift motion. His lips crashed against yours, demanding and hungry, as he backed you toward the bed.

“You want me to let go?” he murmured against your lips, his voice a dark, sinful promise. “Fine. But don’t think for a second you’re in control here.”

Frank’s hands gripped your shoulders firmly as he pushed you gently back onto the bed, his hazel eyes locking onto yours with a possessive, almost predatory gleam. His baritone voice, calm and commanding, sent a shiver down your spine as he murmured, “You’ve been testing me all night, sweetheart. Now it’s time I remind you who’s in charge.”

Your breath caught as he leaned over you, his hooked nose brushing against your cheek as he inhaled deeply, his lips grazing your ear. “Daddy’s been far too patient with you, hasn’t he?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “Letting you push, letting you tease. But that ends now.”

You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper as you replied, “Yes, Daddy.” The words sent a thrill through you, your body already trembling with anticipation as his large hands slid down your sides, exploring every curve as though staking his claim.

Frank chuckled softly, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as his fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down slowly, deliberately, his gaze never leaving yours. “Such a pretty little thing,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Always so eager for me.”

As he knelt between your legs, his hands gripped your thighs firmly, spreading you wide beneath him. His eyes roamed over you, taking in every inch, every detail, his expression filled with dark appreciation. “Look at you,” he said, his voice a low growl. “So perfect, so needy. All mine.”

You moaned softly as his fingers brushed over your sensitive folds, teasing you, making you squirm beneath his touch. “Please, Daddy,” you whispered, your voice trembling with need. “I need you.”

He smirked, his thumb pressing lightly against your clit, drawing a gasp from your lips as he leaned in closer. “You need me, do you?” he murmured, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “Then show me how much, baby girl. Beg for it.”

Your cheeks flushed, but the words spilled from your lips without hesitation. “Please, Daddy. Please touch me. I need you inside me. I can’t take it anymore.”

Frank’s hazel eyes darkened with satisfaction as he slid a finger inside you, his movements slow and deliberate, drawing out every gasp and whimper as he explored you. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice a soft growl. “So wet for me. So ready.”

His finger moved with practiced precision, each curl and stroke sending waves of pleasure through you, but he didn’t let you get too close, pulling back just as your hips bucked against him. “Not yet, baby girl,” he said, his voice firm but teasing. “You don’t get to cum until I say so.”

You whimpered, your body aching with need as he withdrew his hand, his fingers glistening with your arousal. He brought them to his lips, tasting you with a low hum of approval before leaning down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. The taste of yourself on him only fueled your desire, and you reached out, your hands gripping his shirt as you pulled him closer.

Frank pulled back just enough to smirk down at you, his hooked nose casting shadows over his flushed face. “Impatient little thing, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement. “Don’t worry, baby girl. Daddy’s going to take care of you.”

He undressed slowly, his white hair catching the soft light of the room as he bared himself to you, his chubby frame exuding strength and authority. When he finally settled over you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, you felt a sense of safety and anticipation all at once.

Frank reached between you, guiding himself to your entrance, his hazel eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. “Ready, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice softer now, a hint of tenderness breaking through his commanding tone.

“Yes, Daddy,” you whispered, your legs wrapping around his waist as you pulled him closer. “Please… I need you.”

With a low groan, Frank pushed inside you, his movements slow and deliberate, letting you feel every inch of him as he filled you completely. “Fuck, baby girl,” he muttered, his voice rough with desire. “You feel so good… so tight.”

You gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, his thrusts deep and measured, each one igniting sparks of pleasure that made your body arch against him. “That’s it,” he murmured, his lips brushing over your neck as he found a steady rhythm. “Take me, baby girl. Take all of me.”

His pace quickened, his control slipping as he lost himself in you, his breaths coming in ragged gasps against your ear. “You drive me fucking mad,” he growled, his voice a low rumble. “The way you feel, the way you moan for me… you’re perfect.”

“Daddy…” you whimpered, your body trembling beneath him as you felt yourself nearing the edge, your hips bucking against his as you chased your release. “Please… I’m so close.”

Frank’s hand slid between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and pressing firmly, his movements sending you spiraling over the edge. You cried out, your body tightening around him as your orgasm washed over you, leaving you breathless and trembling in his arms.

The sensation pushed Frank over the edge as well, a low, guttural groan escaping him as he buried himself deep inside you, his release filling you as he shuddered against you. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured, his voice rough and satisfied as he collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms.

As you lay together, his fingers tracing lazy circles over your back, Frank pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice filled with both possessiveness and affection. “Always mine.”

Frank let out a low, contented sigh as he pulled you into his arms, his large hand stroking your back in slow, soothing circles. You nestled closer, feeling the comforting weight of his body beside yours. For a moment, the world felt perfectly still, just the sound of your breaths mingling in the quiet bedroom. But Frank’s discipline always loomed—never letting him linger too long in any state of vulnerability.

He shifted beneath you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before murmuring, “Stay here, sweetheart. I need to clean up.”

You whined softly, clutching at his arm. “But I like you here. Don’t leave yet, Daddy.”

Frank chuckled, the deep timbre of his baritone voice rumbling through you. “I’m not going far,” he assured you, his hazel eyes warm with affection. “Let me take care of you.”

Reluctantly, you let him go, watching as he pulled himself up with a quiet grunt, his slightly chubby frame moving with surprising grace. He disappeared into the bathroom, returning moments later with a damp, warm cloth. You couldn’t help but smile as he knelt beside you, carefully cleaning the evidence of your shared passion from your skin. His touch was tender, almost reverent, as though cherishing every moment of caring for you.

“This side of you,” you murmured, brushing a hand over his hooked nose and down to his cheek. “So in charge, yet so soft. I love it.”

He smirked, his lips curling in that way that always made your heart flutter. “I take care of what’s mine,” he said simply, his baritone voice steady and assured. “Always.”

Once he was satisfied, he tucked you back under the covers, pressing a kiss to your temple before pulling on his pants. Your brows knit together as you watched him. “Where are you going?” you asked, your voice tinged with concern.

Frank reached for his shirt, his expression calm but resolute. “I left my gun downstairs,” he stated matter-of-factly, already buttoning his pants. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

You frowned, sitting up in bed. “Frank, can’t it wait? Come back to bed with me. The house is secure—nothing’s going to happen.”

He paused, turning to face you, his hazel eyes softening just a fraction. “Sweetheart,” he began, his voice gentle but firm, “I know you feel safe here, and that’s good. But it’s my job to make sure you stay safe. Always. I don’t leave my weapon out of reach—ever.”

You pouted, crossing your arms. “You’re too careful sometimes.”

“And that’s why you’re here, safe and sound,” he countered, his hooked nose flaring slightly as he exhaled. “Discipline, love. A military man never lets his guard down. Even in a quiet neighborhood like this, security is everything.”

As he headed for the bedroom door, you called after him, your voice laced with playful defiance. “You’re ridiculous. Who walks around their own house with a gun at night?”

Frank paused, looking over his shoulder with a knowing smirk. “A man who loves his girl and wants her to sleep soundly. That’s who.” His tone softened as he added, “I’ll check the doors and windows while I’m at it. Be right back, baby girl.”

You sighed, sinking back into the pillows, a mix of exasperation and admiration coursing through you. Frank’s protectiveness was frustrating at times, but it was also one of the reasons you felt so loved, so cherished.

Downstairs, you could hear his deliberate footsteps moving through the house. You imagined him walking from room to room, his sharp hazel eyes scanning every lock, every latch, his hand brushing over the cool metal of his gun as he ensured everything was secure. The thought of him taking his role as protector so seriously sent a warmth spreading through your chest.

When he returned, his broad shoulders silhouetted in the doorway, you couldn’t help but smile. “All clear, Lieutenant General?” you teased, your tone light but affectionate.

He set his gun on the bedside table, his gaze softening as he climbed back into bed beside you. “All clear,” he confirmed, pulling you into his arms once more. “Now, where were we?”

You nestled against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “You’re impossible,” you murmured, your words muffled against his skin.

“And you wouldn’t have me any other way,” he replied, his voice a low rumble as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

You sighed contentedly, letting his warmth and strength surround you, feeling safer than ever in the arms of the man who would do anything to protect you.

[steddiebang2024]

Getting to know you (again) |  E |  68k

Author: @medusapelagia

Artist: @boybonebird

Beta Reader: @spookysnarkyem and @dame-zoom-a-lot

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Pairings: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, minor Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham, implied Jason Carver/Billy Hargrove

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Steve’s parents, Eddie’s parents, Wayne Munson, Dustin Henderson, Claudia Henderson, Robin Buckley

Tags: Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Slow Burn, Amnesia, Forced Marriage, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Whump, POV Alternating, Misunderstandings, Eventual Smut, Eddie Munson is Taller Than Steve Harrington, might contain traces of Billy Hargrove, Digital Art, Steddie Big Bang 2024 

Trigger Warnings: Car Accidents, Hospitals

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The Harrington Family is rich, disgustingly rich.

The only problem is that their wealth comes from loan sharking and old connections to the mafia. But Richard Harrington is an ambitious man and he won't let the shadow of the past influence his future: all he needs is a famous name that will finally clean their, but none is willing to be associated with the Harrington family. None apart from Alan Munson, the member of a prestigious family now in disgrace, who immediately accepts the idea of marrying his son to Harrington’s son.

What they don’t know is that Steve has his own plan: marry Eddie and get a divorce by consent after a few months, so both the boys will be finally free from their families.

It looks like a perfect plan, until a car crash messes everything up.

When Steve wakes up he doesn’t remember Eddie or their plan and he truly believes that they got married for love. Didn’t they?

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“Are you drunk, Steve? Do you need me to pick you up?”

“No, I’m home. With a warm beer that tastes like piss thinking about my vows.”

“Vows? What are you talking about?”

“It was a busy night.”

“I got it,” Robin replies, “but I’m still confused. Did you really say vows?”

[sissylittlefeather]

If I Can Dream: Chapter 4

A/N: I love this story so much. I'm so glad some of you are enjoying it too! Head to my Masterlist if you need to get caught up!

Summary: It's 1975 and Jo Bellamy has been in love with Elvis for 20 years. She doesn't even care that they haven't met yet. All she needs is a chance and she's determined to get one.

But Elvis doesn't feel much like Elvis anymore. What happened to the man he used to be? He's pretty sure he's long gone.

Can a chance encounter with Jo change the ill-fated trajectory of his life?

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smut, kissing, cussing, oral sex (both receiving), swallowing, fingering

Word count: ~3k

Too good, he thinks as she nods and settles against him. Too good to last.

******

Elvis wakes up around noon with Jo still in his arms naked. He looks down at her with her hair sticking out everywhere, breathing softly. It takes him a second to realize he went to sleep last night without his normal handful of pills. Something about her puts him at ease and allows him to sleep. Or maybe he was just that tired. Either way, he kisses her forehead softly and she stirs.

“Mornin’ babe.” She whines, stretching.

“Hi, Tink. You hungry?” The nickname makes her smile. Then, she sits up suddenly.

“What time is it?!”

“Just a little after noon. Why?” She smacks her forehead with her hand.

“I've got to go get ready for the wedding. I'm supposed to be there at 2.”

“Wedding?” He panics a little.

“Yeah, Evelyn's wedding. The girl I was with at your show. She's… oh shit.”

“What?”

“I forgot to ask Alan.” His expression darkens.

“Who is Alan?” She notices the change in his demeanor and smiles.

“Just a guy at work that I was supposed to bring to the wedding. But… well…”

“What?”

“I'd rather bring you.” He raises his eyebrows and shakes his head.

“No, honey, I can't go to a wedding.” Jo frowns.

“Guess I better call Alan, then.” Now Elvis frowns.

“Now, Tink, honey wait a second-”

“I have to have a date and if you won't come with me…” She looks up at him slyly. He bristles at the thought of another man touching her, even if he is a kind of fake date.

“How big is the wedding?”

“We're not like Memphis royalty. They work at FedEx and their families are here. That's about it.” He seems to be calculating whether he can pull it off.

“You want me to come?”

“Yes! More than anything.” He pulls her over on top of him and starts tickling her. “Ahhh Elvis stop!”

He wraps his arms around her waist and kisses her neck. She lets him snuggle into her and runs her fingers through his hair as they relax into each other.

“I'll come with ya, Tink.”

“You will?” She pulls back and looks him in the eye.

“Yeah. What the hell. To live would be an awfully big adventure, right?” She smiles and kisses him deeply.

“Alright. I have to go do wedding things until around 5 and then I'll come get you.”

“I can meet you there, honey.” He pushes a piece of hair off of her forehead.

“No, I'm not giving you any excuses to back out. I'll come get you.” She smiles and kisses his cheek and he nods.

******

At 5:10, Jo pulls up to Graceland. Jerry lets her in and she waits in the foyer until Elvis comes down in a black suit with silver rhinestone panels on the shoulders.

“I always thought I was late places.” She laughs and Elvis scoffs.

“I'm Elvis Presley. I'm never late.”

“Well, tonight you're just Elvis, so I'm afraid we are late.” He grabs her and pulls her in close, kissing her gently. She giggles and mumbles against his lips. “Hi.”

“Hi, Tink.” She wraps her arms around his neck and whispers.

“This'll be fine. I promise.” He nods and presses his forehead to hers. Something about her makes him feel 25 again.

“You sure you don't wanna run upstairs for about fifteen minutes?” He smiles slyly and leans in to kiss her neck.

“Elvis, we gotta go. I'm a bridesmaid. I can't be too late.” He groans into her neck. She can tell he's very nervous about how this whole thing will play out.

They make their way to one of Elvis's Cadillacs and he drives to the wedding. When they arrive, Elvis slips into a seat at the back and Jo walks down the aisle to take her place at the front. Through the whole ceremony, he can't keep his eyes off of her. She looks radiant in her dark green dress, her brown eyes sparkling as she watches her best friend get married. He thinks of his own wedding, how hasty it had been, without a church and all the things his mama would've wanted. Next time he'll do it differently. Then, he realizes that's the first time he's ever considered getting married again. But when Jo looks out and smiles at him, the thought hits him again. This time he'll do it differently.

When the ceremony ends and the reception starts, word seems to spread pretty quickly that he's there, but Jo does an excellent job of running interference, keeping people away from him. After the newlywed couple has their first dance, they open the floor for people to join them.

“Come on! Let's dance.” Jo tugs on his hand to try to pull him out to the dance floor.

“Oh, Tink, honey-”

“Don't ‘Tink honey’, me. You're my date and I wanna dance. Come on.” He quickly realizes he's already lost this argument and follows Jo to the square in the middle of the room. Luckily, it's filled with couples, so they're able to slip in undetected. Jo convinces him to dance for the better part of an hour before he insists on a break when the band plays one of his songs.

Evelyn and Phil are making their rounds, thanking everyone for coming. When they get to Jo and Elvis, Evelyn freezes. Jo tries to lessen the shock.

“Hey Ev, this is Elvis.” Evelyn laughs.

“I'll say. Wow. Welcome to our wedding, Elvis Presley.” Elvis stands up and shakes her hand genially. Then he turns to Phil, who until this moment has been completely still, just staring at Elvis.

“It's a beautiful wedding. Oh! Here.” He pulls something out of his pocket and then hands Phil the keys to the Cadillac he arrived in. “I didn't have time to get a present.”

“We can't… this is…” Phil stumbles over his words.

“Sure you can. I have plenty of others.”

“Thanks, man.” Phil claps him on the back and shakes his hand. Elvis genuinely enjoys the normalcy of it all. There are no cameras or people shouting questions, just food and drink and dancing.

Towards the end of the evening, a woman comes up to Jo and practically begs for an autograph. Before she can say no, Elvis cuts in.

“It's okay, Tink.” He turns to the woman. “Sure, dear. You have something for me to sign?”

The woman hands him a cocktail napkin and a pen and before too long there's a small crowd of people gathered for autographs and photos. Someone has located a Polaroid camera, so he poses and signs pictures for them. Jo watches him interact with the crowd and it warms her heart. He looks like he did fifteen years ago, happily chatting with fans. Eventually, everyone has what they want and they're all just eagerly standing around listening to him talk, so Jo steps in.

“Alright, that's enough. Leave my date alone. He owes me a dance.” The crowd disperses and he finds her, his eyes sparkling. Somebody requests The Wonder of You and instead of hiding at the table, he grabs Jo and drags her to the dance floor. He wraps her in his arms and sings the whole song in her ear as they sway to the music. When it's finished, he pulls back and looks at her, his eyes wet with tears.

“That song is for you, honey. I didn't know that when I sang it on stage, but it is.” He leans in and kisses her softly, completely forgetting that they're in public. She rests her head on his chest and closes her eyes.

“I love you, Elvis. And I know you just met me, so I'm not expecting-”

“I love you too, Tink.” She looks up at him with her eyes wide. “I do. I'm not sure how, but I do.”

A warm smile spreads across her face and it's like someone lit a candle inside her. He basks in the light of her love and they spend the rest of the evening in this kind of glittering bubble of bliss. Just before they leave, Evelyn comes back and grabs Jo in a hug.

“I didn't believe it. I'm sorry. But you were right. The way he looks at you…”

“It's okay, Ev. I sounded nuts. I probably was nuts. I just don't like to give up.” Jo laughs softly.

“I know. I'm glad you didn't listen to me.”

“Me too.” They embrace one more time and then Evelyn and Phil leave for their honeymoon. The reception ends, so Elvis calls Jerry to come pick them up since he's given their ride to the happy couple.

Jerry shows up with one of the limousines and opens the door for them like a chauffeur.

“Thanks, Jer.” Jerry smiles and whispers.

“You like this one. Figured you'd like to pull out all the stops to keep her around.” Elvis winks.

“I love this one, Jerry.” Then he slides into the backseat next to Jo. Jerry closes the car door and thanks God he went out and got those airplanes.

******

In the limousine, Jo cuddles up against Elvis and he kisses her head. Then, he uses a finger to tip her chin up and kisses her lips. It doesn't take long for the heat to build between them and he turns his body, taking her face in his hand. His tongue explores her mouth and she whimpers softly. When she crawls into his lap and straddles him, he pulls back, breathing heavily.

“Honey, we can't do this in the backseat.”

“Why not?” She peppers him with kisses on his face and neck. He tries to remember why they can't, but his brain is distracted as his blood flows south.

“Jerry…” He nods his head towards the very thin curtain that separates them from the front seat.

“So be quiet…” She slinks down between his legs and he groans softly. Her deft little fingers get his belt and pants undone easily and he shifts in his seat, bucking his hips forward to give her better access to his dick. She pumps him a few times with her hand, but he's harder than either of them expected him to be, so she quickly dives in, wrapping her mouth around his length.

“Fuck, honey.” It's been so long since he's done anything like this that the dirtiness of it is keeping him turned on. And beyond that, Jo’s warm little tongue sliding up and down his cock is doing the job. She pumps him with her hand for a bit, focusing on swirling her tongue around his sensitive head. His hips buck again and he moans.

“Quiet, baby. You have to be quiet.”

“Don't give a fuck. Feels too good.” He grunts, genuinely not caring whether Jerry hears him or not. Honestly, it wouldn't be the first time. Jo smiles and goes back to bouncing her mouth on him. She takes him as deep in her throat as she can, pressing her nose into the soft patch of hair at the base of him, moaning around his cock. He slowly starts to move his hips, thrusting into her mouth, running his fingers in the back of her hair to hold her still. She reaches back and gently moves his hand off of her head and then sits up.

“Don't do that.” He nods and she goes back to what she was doing, pumping him with her hand and sucking lightly on the tip of his dick. She pulls him fully into her mouth again, humming around him and he groans.

“Gonna cum, honey.” She rubs her tongue on the underside of his head and then pulls back a bit.

“Good. Fill this dirty little mouth, baby.”

“Oh God… fuck.” Her words push him right to the edge and when she takes him deep again and sucks, his climax snaps inside him and he cums hard, moaning loudly as she swallows it down. He shudders and throbs in her mouth through his orgasm before he starts to soften and she backs off of him, licking her lips.

“That good, baby?” He nods and pulls her to him, kissing her gently.

“Haven't done anything like that in a long time. I swear, Tink, you make me feel 25 again.” She smiles.

“That's good, because you owe me when we get home, so I hope you still have some energy.” He laughs and squeezes her, kissing her temple.

“You got it, honey.” He zips his pants and she settles into his arms for the rest of the ride. They arrive about five minutes after they finish and look at each other and laugh.

“Perfect timing.” She giggles and climbs out of the car.

“Glad I didn't get on my knees in there. Jerry would've gotten a hell of a show when he opened the door.”

“A visual to go with the sounds he heard. You were not quiet.” Elvis laughs and pokes her in the side as they walk into the house.

“You're too good, honey. I couldn't help myself.” She turns and kisses him in the foyer, parting her lips to give his tongue permission to enter. He kisses her deeply for a few seconds and then pulls back abruptly. “I just realized I haven't gone down on you.”

“It's okay-”

“No. I need to remedy this right away.” He pushes her in front of him up the stairs, his hands on her ass the whole time. She giggles shamelessly, both of them ignoring the fact that there are other people in the house. When they're together like this, they don't even notice there are other people on the planet. At the top of the stairs, Elvis loses his patience and bends over, throwing her over his shoulder to carry her into the bedroom. She's a tiny little thing, so he does it easily and she lets out a small scream.

“Elvis!”

“You were takin’ too long.” He carries her into the bedroom and tosses her on the bed. She scoots to settle with her head on the pillows and he crawls in between her legs on his knees. First, he pushes her dress up and over her head, tossing it to the side. Next, he removes her bra, throwing it somewhere too. When he gets to her panties, he drops soft kisses on her stomach before using both hands to slowly roll them down her legs and off with her shoes. She moans softly as he presses his lips to her ankle and then starts making his way back up. In between each kiss, he whispers.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.”

As he gets closer to her center, his kisses get softer and slower. She whimpers as he gently pushes her thighs apart and lays down between them. He runs his finger up her slit feeling the wetness and clicks his tongue.

“Damn, honey, I haven't even touched ya yet.” She moans softly in response.

“Need it so bad, babe.” He smiles and leans in, licking a stripe up her pussy and then pushes his tongue into her as far as it'll go. Her back immediately arches and she curses loudly. “Fuckkkkk, Elvis.”

His tongue finds her clit easily and he makes slow, languid circles over it. She groans and runs her hands in his hair, pulling slightly. He grunts when she grabs his hair, enjoying the sensation. She starts to sweat and pant as he goes to work on her sensitive bud, licking and sucking and dragging his tongue over it. He's going at her with more intention than he's had with a woman in a long time. He always makes sure they cum, but this time he wants to make sure she stays too. So he pulls out all the stops, moving his tongue on her with increasing fervor. She bucks her hips up into his mouth and he moves back down to fuck her with his tongue as she grinds against him. When he moves back to her clit, he pushes two fingers inside her and her eyes almost cross from the pleasure as he moves them.

“That feel good, honey?” He mumbles against her and she whines in response.

“F-fuck yes.”

“Good girl, now cum for me.” She moans loudly as he gives her the direct order and goes back to licking her, furiously chasing her high.

“Oh God, Elvis, FUCK!” She grabs his hair again and her orgasm crashes over her body, rocking her from the inside out as she holds on tightly and cums hard in his mouth, her pussy pulsing around his fingers. He licks her until he feels her softening on his tongue. Sliding his fingers out, he licks another stripe over her whole pussy and grunts.

“Goddamn, you taste good, honey. Kinda wanna lick you all night until you can't cum anymore.” She whimpers and moans.

“Well I ain't gonna say no to that…” He smiles and leans his face back down to her pussy.

Jo ends up with three consecutive orgasms before she admits defeat, gasping for breath and coated in sweat. Elvis chuckles and rolls over on his back. He hasn't had this much fun getting a woman off in years.

After they both recover a bit and put on some pajamas, he lays down next to her on the pillow and she snuggles into his side. She walks her fingers up his chest and he grabs her hand, kissing her fingertips.

“I love you, Tink. I never thought I'd feel this way again. You brought me back to life. Thank you.” She looks up at him and kisses him softly.

“You saved me too. Someday I'll tell you how. For tonight I'll just say this: I love you too, Elvis Aaron Presley. And I'm yours for as long as you'll have me.”

Forever, then. It's right on the tip of his tongue, but he holds it back for some reason. He'll think about that tomorrow. For now, he drifts off to sleep with her in his arms again, perfectly content.

******

Until next time!

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[pintsizeninja]

I mean, I ship Odin and Zane for a really, really good reason. 😂 Look at those tongues...

[itsstrange]

Pool Party

Fandom: Supernatural / The Boys

Relationship: Jensen Ackles x Reader

A/N: Had this idea when I woke up from bed lol idk I sometimes be getting the randomness ideas either in the shower or waking up from a dream, but I’m not complaining because they turn out to be loved by so many of you 😆

Summary: “Wanna go for a swim?” Just a harmless offer right? Nothing dangerous right?

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: Smut, 18+, Pool Sex, Fingering, Confessions, and once again 18+

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ENJOY 😉 🔥

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(Y/n) walked back and forth in her home gathering everything she needed for the party and loaded them into her car. Extra bags of chips, couple gallons of sodas, some juice boxes for the little ones, cases of beers for the adults, her famous birthday cinnamon roll lasagna cake, and finally the gift for the birthday girl. Once she was sure everything was packed and ready to go, she grabs her keys, phone, a lollipop and is finally out the door.

The drive to his house was probably 15 to 20 minutes away from her, which was good for many reasons. If he needed a favor she was there in a matter of minutes, if she needed a favor he was there in under 10, maybe 15 if he had the little ones in his truck. Point is, the distance to his house from hers was perfect.

Finally arriving and pulling into the beautiful home, she notices how multiple cars were neatly parked inside the driveway. Some she recognized where some she didn’t, however, she did spy Jared’s red 2021 Ram parked near the entrance of the home and noticed how a reserved sign was near the truck, causing a scoff to escape from her. Of course he’d save a spot for her, he always made her park inside his home rather than out in the streets, said he felt ‘much more comfortable’ knowing her car was visible. Although, despite his dramatic-ness, (Y/n) couldn’t help the way her chest warmed up every time he cared for her. Even if it was the smallest things, her chest warmed up, as well as her heart fluttering uncontrollably. He just had that effect on her.

Once parking, she opens the trunk to start unloading the bags, however, just as she was about to grab the third bag a familiar voice settles beside her before another pair of hands is helping her with the dessert plate.

“Thanks Alan,” She tells Jensen’s father as he walks with her towards the entrance of the home,

“No problem kiddo, figured you needed a hand,”

“You saw me coming in?” She asks as they both make their way towards the kitchen,

He shakes his head, placing the plate on the counter, “Was actually heading towards my car to grab some sunglasses. Suns’ bright today,”

A chuckle leaves her lips as she places the bags on an empty space, “Sure is, heard it’s gonna be a hot one today,”

He shakes his head with a scoff, “It’s aiming for the 90’s,”

(Y/n) chuckles in disbelief. It wasn’t even summer yet and they’re already heading towards a heat wave. Gotta love Austin, Texas.

Heading back towards her car, she shuts the trunk and opens the back seat where the birthday present laid. Which literally engulfed her whole car from how big it is. She’s actually surprised she was even able to see from her rear mirror from how big the damn present was.

“Jesus Christ, you hunt down a bear or somethin?” Alan comments after watching her struggle in taking out a large, really large stuffed bear,

She chuckles as she pulls on the large foot, “Something like that. Went to five different places for this damn thing,”

The older man only chuckles at her with a shake of his head when she finally frees the stuffed bear from her small poor car. How exactly did she manage to stuff a 6 foot bear into her 8 series BMW? She wasn’t sure either, but she made it to the party, which was all that mattered. Locking her car and taking the stuffed bear, that nearly engulfed her, she heads back towards the home. Obviously she had help, Alan grabbed a hold of some part of the bear to prevent it from blocking her sight, otherwise she’d either walk into a wall or tripped over some stairs.

After convincing Alan she’d be able to make it to the living room without killing herself, he chuckles as he makes his way to the backyard just as she carefully makes her way down the small stairs that lead towards the living room, where she planned on leaving the bear for now. As she semi struggled to place the stuffed animal on the ground, that deep familiar voice she loves hearing, rings beautifully in her ears.

“Oh god, you actually got it,” It wasn’t even a question, it sounded more like if he was shocked but not shocked that a 6 foot bear was now being laid in the center of his living room,

A wide smile spreads on her face, even if the large stuffed animal hid it from him as she carefully placed it on the carpeted floor. Turning around with a wide smile, she excitedly points at the teddy.

“Pretty cool huh?” She looks back at the monstrosity, who had a large black bow tie around his neck,

Jensen hums in agreement, even if he definitely did not think so.

The moment JJ had asked for the bear Jensen knew her wish was gonna come true, because knowing (Y/n) all too well he knew she would happily deliver. Especially when she knew Jensen was against the whole idea, but even then, Jensen was never able to say no to either one of them.

“They actually had a bigger one, but that one wouldn’t have fit in my car,”

“How tall was the other one?” He furrows his brows at her, already having a horrifying picture of its height,

She shrugs her shoulders, “About 7 or 8 inches taller,”

Jensen only scoffs in disbelief, shaking his head with a smile tugging on his lips. He will never get tired, or use to her wild imaginations. She was unique, and he loved it.

Slightly grinning at the present she turns around to face the Texan, only to feel her smile widening when she realizes what exactly he’s wearing. A light blue short sleeve with pink mermaids and dolphins laid on top, with black cargo shorts and converse on his feet. He looked absolutely adorable, yet handsome at the same time. He could honestly slay any look without any effort.

“Cute shirt,” She tells him with a smirk,

Sharing the same look on his lips, Jensen looks down at his shirt before looking back at her, “The girls picked it out, so I had no other option,”

A chuckle escapes from her as she walks towards him and lets a forefinger gently prod at a pink mermaid that’s on his stomach, “Don’t lie, you wanted to wear it,”

When she averts her (E/c) eyes up to his apple orbs, she hadn’t realize just how close she was to him. Only a couple inches stood between them as they stared at each other, and it was up to either one of them to reach out to close the gap, but neither made the first move, even if they both shared the same thoughts without even knowing.

As Jensen hovered over her, bright green eyes staring straight down at her own beautiful (E/c) orbs, he had the biggest urge to touch her, taste her lips, he has been for a while now, but restrained himself from doing so. He didn’t want to ruin their friendship for having feelings she most likely didn’t have towards him. But she did. He just didn’t know it.

She’s been sharing the same feelings since the day they first met, which made her feel guilty at first since he was married at the time, but even after he got divorced she didn’t indulge or press on the feelings. It wasn’t the right time nor it was appropriate. The man had just ended his marriage, he was hurt, healing, what he needed was a friend, not someone who was taking advantage of the moment to express her feelings or tell him she ‘was the one’ it would just be selfish and absolute heartbreaking if he’d reject her if it had happened. So instead of letting her feelings take over, (Y/n) became what Jensen needed the most, a friend, and has been ever since.

Nothing changed after that, yeah she still loved him and wished for more, but she also still loved being friends with him. Before (Y/n) even realized her feelings towards the man they were good friends, and now after a couple months later of the divorce their friendship still held strong, which is all she wanted for them.

“Hey Ackles!” The sound of Jared’s voice coming into the room causes them both to break eye contact, “Oh hey (Y/n),”

She smiles at him as he quickly engulfs her small frame with his large arms and pecks the top of her head before pulling away to direct his eyes at Jensen, “Your old man needs more pepper,”

Jensen nods his head, “Alright I’m comin,”

Gently punching his shoulder with a nod, Jared leaves the room. Leaving the space around them to be extremely difficult to breathe for some odd reason, but Jensen was quick to avoid the unsettling tension.

“C’mon,” He motions his head out the living room, “I’m sure the kiddos are dying to see you,”

At his words he lets his fingers interlock with her own, causing her body to go rigid, definitely was not expecting that but shrugs it off by allowing the man to lead her out the room, even if she can walk around his house with eyes closed she still lets him guide her out the house. Once making a quick stop to grab some pepper from the kitchen he leads them out the house, fingers still interlocked with each other until he lets her go out the doors first before following after. He wasn’t going to lie, he was freaking the fuck out when he interlocked their fingers, he thought she’d push him away, curse at him, but watching as she didn’t do anything only made him freak out even more. Did she like it? Or was she uncomfortable that she just allowed it? Or did she actually like holding hands with him? Question after question appeared in his head as he made his way over to his father who was preparing the burgers.

Turning around after giving him the pepper Jensen turns around at the perfect time, from where he stood he watches as she engulfs a squealing JJ into her arms before spinning them both in the center of the yard, causing his heart to flip in his chest at the sight. What makes a smile appear on his lips was the moment she walks towards his other two kids, Zep and Arrow, who also run towards her with wide smiles and open arms. Just the sight alone of her interacting with his kids, treating them as if they were her own and giving them so much love was enough for Jensen to realize, he was madly in love with her.

If only she felt the same way right?

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10:30 pm

After eating multiple burgers, drinking multiple beers and juice boxes, singing happy birthday to the birthday girl, opening her presents and surprising her with the large Teddy, the day was finally coming to an end. Once it had hit 9pm, a lot of the kiddos were absolutely drained from running around the house, or just being in the water all day, that’s including Jensen’s little ones. Once they were all tucked into bed, it was pretty soon when a lot of family members began leaving the party. A couple people still remained, like Jensen’s family, Jared’s family, Misha and his kids stayed for a while before heading off to their hotel since they had an early flight the next day, and other good friends stayed. But once it hit 10pm everyone began parting their ways, only leaving Jared, Genevieve, Jensen’s parents and (Y/n) at the house, where they soon began picking up trash from left to right.

Even if Jensen told everyone to leave it alone and he’ll clean up tomorrow, everybody continued picking up trash from tables and the floor. Causing Jensen to let out a soft chuckle when (Y/n) only shoves him the plastic black bag to hold as she throws in empty beer cans and bottles. Making it look less a mess and easier to deal with the next morning. Once the backyard looked semi decent, and Jensen’s father finished cleaning up the grill, both his parents, Jared and Gen give their farewells before leaving. Once he walked them towards the entrance of the home, Jensen makes his way back to the backyard, where (Y/n) remained piling the trash bags together in one corner.

“Hey c’mon leave that there, I’ll do it myself tomorrow,” Jensen stops her by her wrist as she reaches for another trash bag,

she gives him a smile, “It’s the least I can do, I mean we did trash your house,”

Jensen softly chuckles with a shake of his head, “You already do so much for us.. for them,”

A warm, shy, smile spreads on her face, a smile that Jensen has grown to love.

With the smile still plastered, she shrugs a shoulder, “I love you guys,”

Oh how those words made Jensen feel as if he was floating in the air, like some cheesy romance movie with hearts surrounding them. But even if those words weren’t exactly meant the way he’s taking it, it still sounded absolutely amazing to hear those words fall from her lips. However, little did he know she did mean her words, and she was honestly freaking out when she finally admitted to him.

Green eyes stared into (E/c) ones in silence. Only the sounds of crickets chirping around them was heard. It was honestly peaceful, they both felt at ease as they stared at each other. If it wasn’t for the small fear riding at the back of his head, he would have had her lips on his by now, but the fear still lingered the more he wanted to give in to the urge. Yet, he already was giving into it, he hadn’t realize he still held onto her wrist nor did he realize his thumb was gently rubbing circles on her skin, but once he did, he still didn’t let her go. He craved for her touch, but he wanted to do more than touch her, he wanted to hold her in his arms, feel her warmth day and night.

Which gives him an idea.

“Wanna go for a swim?” He says after a while of silence, motioning his head towards the pool,

(Y/n) chuckles, “At this time?”

Jensen causally shrugs his shoulders, “I don’t see why not?”

A scoff leaves her lips when she watches him walk backwards towards the pool as he keeps their gazes locked with a smirk. He eventually turns and stands on the edge of the pool before discarding his clothes. First his shirt revealing his muscular shoulders, then his shoes, socks, and finally his shorts. (Y/n) should definitely look away, but she just couldn’t. Her eyes were locked on the man’s half naked frame, feeling the way her mouth goes dry the longer she stares. (E/c) eyes roamed his muscular back and down towards his ass that we’re sadly covered by his black briefs.

Slowly, very slowly, she averts her eyes from his bottom to his shoulders once again, but just as she rises her eyes they immediately lock with his. She feels herself go stiff when he catches her staring, causing her face to grow hot. Although, instead of teasing her with a smart ass remark, he just sends her a smirk before diving into the pool. Giving (Y/n) a couple seconds to catch her breath before he emerges from the water. (Y/n) remained standing in her spot as she watches the way droplets of water cover his perfectly shaped face, and the way it had flattened his hair, and definitely not being able to push aside the feeling that forms in between her legs when he slicks his wet hair back.

“C’mon, water feels great,” Jensen tells her, smile slightly tugging on his lips as he keeps himself up float,

Aside from feeling the way her core begins throbbing for this man, she still sends him a scoff, “You’re crazy,”

And making me horny. She mentally thinks to herself.

“You can wear my shirt,” Even if I prefer nothing on you right about now. Jensen thought to himself, still keeping that welcoming smile on his lips,

(Y/n) intakes a deep breath through her nose and let’s it back out through her nose while slightly tilting her head to the side. She hates how he can easily convince her without even trying. With hesitating steps, (Y/n) toes off her shoes along with her socks before making her way towards his shirt. Picking it up she stares at it in her hands and then towards Jensen, who only sends her a wide grin before turning around to give her some privacy while she changes. The moment he does, she quickly slides her jeans down her legs, not catching how he sneaks a glance at her and not knowing how quick his member jolts in his briefs. However, right when she stands from removing her jeans he turns back around and waits patiently until she allows him to look.

Speechless is what happens when his green orbs land on her frame. His shirt was rather large on her frame, making it look like a dress on her, only her smooth legs were exposed to him. She looked absolutely fucking beautiful, breathtaking under the moon light, if it weren’t for the fear and respect he had towards her, he would’ve already had her in his arms.

The look that settles on his face was visible as day, earning a shy smile to form on her lips as she shyly places a strand of hair behind her ear, cheeks burning as he continues to stare at her. Observing her, admiring her frame.

Eventually, she slowly walks towards the edge of the pool where Jensen swims to meet her halfway. Her feet were the first to make contact with the water as she sat on the edge of the pool, it really did feel amazing against her skin, fresh and just the right temperature.

Without a word, Jensen swims towards her, keeping himself upright in front of her, her knees touching his chest as he reaches towards her hips. Gripping onto his firm shoulders as he carefully and effortlessly carries her into the water, not once did they avoid gazes. Bright green and glistening (E/c) orbs kept a firm lock on each other, never parting away from each other, not even after she made it into the water.

“Feel good?” Jensen suddenly whispers, voice laced with thickness, eyes still staring deeply into her own,

A small smile tugs on her lips as she too couldn’t seem to avert her gaze, “Feels good,” she responds to him small smile tugging on the corner of her lips,

Still smiling at her he slowly lets her go, allowing her to swim freely around the pool, green eyes not once averting from frame not even when she dives under the water for a split second. Hell, when she emerges from underneath it was a goddamn sight for him, her beautiful hair slicked back, the moons light shining off her beautiful skin, Jesus.. she is fucking breathtaking. He honest to god doesn’t understand how her previous dickhead of an ex thought it’d be a great idea to go ahead and cheat on her, that stupid idiot doesn’t know what he lost, however, what he will know is she has been found by someone who will most definitely love her like she deserves to be loved, cared for, spoiled and not discriminated.

“You building something back there?” Her soft voice breaks him out of his thoughts, noticing how she leaned against the edge of the pool and staring straight ahead where his next project was under construction,

A soft chuckle leaves his lips as he slowly swims towards her, bare shoulder touching her own, “JJ and the twins want horses,”

He tells her with a defeated sigh, earning a surprised look from her along with a heartfelt chuckle.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you end up having a whole farm out there,”

Jensen groans with a shake of his head, “Don’t.. don’t encourage them please. I definitely won’t survive, especially when you four gang up on me,”

Another chuckle escapes from her, “I don’t influence nor do I encourage them into anything,” she says as she splashes him,

“Oh yeah?” He raises a brow at her as he continues, splashing her back, “So you didn’t influence them into having a full blown war with those mini nerf guns?”

“Hey, you gotta admit. That was a fun day, besides if I remember correctly you were also apart of that war,” She points out, splashing him once again with water only this time it reaches his face, causing him to close his eyes with a deadpan look,

When he slowly opens his eyes, they lock with her own, a smile slowly spreading on her face as she mumbles an apology to him, but instead of accepting it he lunges at her, causing a small yelp to leave her lips. Yet, before he can wrap his large arms around her she uses her feet to push against the wall to escape from him. Loud giggles are shared as they chase one another in the water, splashing each other, pushing each other until eventually as she was focused on rapidly splashing him with water she didn’t notice how he dove underneath and swam towards her. In matter of seconds another loud yelp with a giggle leaves her lips when she feels the way his large arms wrap around her waist that slightly lifting her out of the water before bringing her back inside.

She emerges from the water throwing profanities at him as she removes wet strands of hair from her face with heartfelt giggles. Displaying a wide grin and letting deep chuckles escape from his lips, Jensen helps removing hair from her face. However, just as he tucks a wet strand behind her ear they lock eyes, bright green emeralds stare straight into her orbs, smile slowly fading as he observes her features, feeling the way his chest becomes heavy, a feeling he can no longer hold in anymore. A feeling he’s been pushing aside for what seemed like ages, a feeling he’s been trying to hide, but now, with her in front of him, skin soaked and illuminating beautifully underneath the moonlight, those eyes he’s fallen dearly for, and that smile that he can never get tired of has him losing the battle.

So slowly and hesitant he cups her cheek with the same hand that tucked a hair behind her ear, and lets it rest there as he continues to stare into her eyes in silence. Waiting for her to say or do anything to stop him, but when she doesn’t and only stares up at him with now widen, pleading eyes, he slowly oh so slowly begins bending down. He hovers over her lips, giving her the opportunity to push away, to stop, when she doesn’t he finally allows their lips to collide with each other in a soft, gentle manner.

They share two, slow, lasting pecks before he slowly pulls away. Green eyes observing her own, trying to read any regret, any doubt, but when he only reads reassurance a small tug can be seen on the corner of his lip before he once again bends down. Letting their lips mold together much firmer. The kiss slowly begins escalating, becoming more heated as they share their warmth, their hidden feelings, their love. No words were needed, the way they both desperately kissed one another was enough for either one to know how the other felt.

Being completely lost and focused on the way his lips fitted perfectly with her own or the fact that his tongue would smoothly and perfectly dance with her own, (Y/n) hadn’t realized Jensen was slowly guiding them backwards, until she feels something firm settling on her back and feeling the way he easily lifts her from under her legs which she automatically wraps around his own waist. The kiss never falters, not even when he pins her against the wall of the pool or when their hips meet in the middle, causing a groan to rumble in his throat where a broken moan escapes from her mouth. However, after the fourth thrust she couldn’t bare it no longer, she wanted him, she needed him now.

“Jensen,” She breathlessly whispers his name against his lips as he once again rubs his covered member against her aching core,

Slightly pulling away to look into her eyes, his words fall breathlessly from his mouth, “You sure?”

Damn him and his well-mannered side. It shouldn’t turn her on at the fact that he’s asking for her consent, but fuck does it ignite her emotions even more for this man.

Breath coming out harshly through her mouth she nods her head, (E/c) eyes looking directly into his green orbs, “Yes. Please..please,”

The last beg came out a little more desperate and whiny but she could care less at this point. Hell, he could care less because as soon as those words came out he pecks her lips one last time before averting his lips to the side of her neck. His hands that were placed underneath her bottom, make their way down her body to the hem of his shirt before pulling it off her frame. Tossing it somewhere outside the pool he lets his lips explore, as he lavished the new piece of revealed skin he lets one hand travel behind to undo her bra. Placing it outside the pool he slightly angles his head to look at her completely.

And ohh did she look absolutely gorgeous. Skin beautifully slicked with droplets of water falling down her entire frame, lips raw and swollen, eyes completely dilated, chest displayed to him and only him. She looked absolutely breathtaking.

“You’re so beautiful,” He whispers as he bends down to latch his lips onto hers,

A small broken whimper can be heard in between them as he ghostly begins traveling his fingers against her bare stomach until he reaches the waistband of her underwear, where he then slowly begins sliding the garment down her legs. Once off he places them above her head, near the edge of the pool.

A small shiver travels through her body as he leaves feathery kisses throughout her chest, yet, the same time a shiver rolls through a moan escapes from her when she suddenly feels the way his thick digits begin circling against her clit. Then a gasp when two fingers slowly push past her folds.

“So fucking perfect,” Jensen whispers against her parted lips, sinking his digits deeper, earning another whimper from her,

“Fuck baby… you’re so tight,” He whispers again just as his finger is knuckle deep into her aching core,

Her hips begin moving the same time he starts moving in and out in at a slow pace, which drove her mad. As much as she wanted him to take his time in prepping her, teasing her, cherishing her, making her cum with just his fingers, she wanted more. She needed more. So with another broken moan, a pleading tone and a desperate thrust of her hips she hoped he would read on what she truly yearned.

Which he must’ve had because his breath fans hotly against her lips as he gently retrieves his fingers from her mound, leaving her empty for a couple seconds as he quickly shoves his briefs down, far enough where his aching member is free. Panting against her lips he easily guides her down until he feels the tip of his cock rubbing firmly against her folds, earning another moan to rip out from her as he rubs on her a few more times. Then, with a gentle swift motion he slides right inside causing a loud gasp to escape her parted lips.

A groan rumbles in his throat as he stills inside of her, taking long steady breaths through his nose as he focuses on not reaching the end right there and then. Because fuck, she felt absolutely heavenly. Her walls hugged him tightly as she too grew accustomed to his girth, taking slow breaths through her nose with eyes closed.

When she slowly parts them open, she immediately locks with dark, hooded green eyes. Only a sliver outline of green can be seen considering his pupils have dilated, it was then she took in his appearance, despite his hungry look in his eyes, his lips were also raw and swollen, shades of red tinted his cheeks to the tips of his ears, droplets of water slid beautifully on his skin, hair damped and disheveled from her fingers constantly running through them. He looked absolutely magnificent, everything about him shined beautifully underneath the moonlight.

“I love you,” She finds herself whisper, hand reaching to cup the side of his cheek,

A large hand also cups the side of her jaw, long fingers cradling the back of her neck before slowly and gently guiding her face closer to his.

“I love you,” He whispers back, gently latching their lips once again,

A small choked whimper vibrates against his lips just as he begins grinding his hips against her, then a gasp when he pulls out of her only to push back in with a little more force. He keeps the pace up for a few minutes, just luxuriating and getting lost in the way they both feel around each other, the way he feels her tightening around him with every thrust, the way she feels him inch by inch. It was such a delicious rich feeling. A such beautiful intimate moment.

However, after a heavy sigh and breathlessly saying his name against his lips he picks up the pace. Waves beginning to flow around them as his speed slowly increases, soft moans fall from her parted lips, eyes closing when the familiar pooling sensation begins to build at the bottom of her core from the way his speed only picks up. The waves forming stronger around them from his pace, but only calming for a second as he quickly maneuvers them towards the ladder. Snaking both arms beneath her knees and pinning her against the ladder, where she manages to grab some grip on the rails, a breathless groan falls against his lips as he fastens his pace. Waves now splashing around them, moan after moan slipping from her mouth at the change of speed. Eyes closing shut from pleasure when his hips meet with her own, his cock hitting and stretching deliciously along her aching walls.

Due to his change of speed and his hips hitting her clit with each thrust he gives, she quickly begins reaching the end of the line. What finally makes the dam break would be him gripping onto her hips and slamming her down in time with his brutal thrusts, his cock repeatedly hitting that one spot that has her seeing stars right before feeling her vision goes dark for a few seconds.

Grunting from the sudden tightness that engulfs him, Jensen breathlessly groans on the side of her neck as he continues to fuck her through her orgasm, quickly feeling his own rising. Which after a couple thrusts later a heavy breathless groan slips from the man as he finally stills inside of her, feeling himself twitch inside her raw and abused walls right as he feels the way his thick seed paints her insides.

“Oh.. fuck,” He pants against her neck, body slightly twitching from the intense orgasm,

They both remain holding on to each other for a few more minutes. Riding both their high’s together and catching each others breath. After minutes passed, Jensen slowly lifts his head from the crook of her neck, green tired orbs meeting with her own, feeling the way his lip tugs upward at the sight of her and the fact that she was finally his. The three words repeating over and over in his head, feeling the way his chest expands knowing she was finally his.

Not being able to contain himself, he lets the word fall freely once again before gently latching onto her lips. They shared a few, long, loving pecks before pulling away from each other to climb out the pool and get dressed. Despite their clothes being soaked to the brim, they still slipped them on before making their way inside the home hand in hand, not once parting from each other, not even when Jensen nearly fell on his ass when he slightly slipped along the wooden floor as they made their way towards his bedroom. A couple giggles erupted from them as they carefully walked towards his room.

Once inside, they quickly shed their soaking clothes before hopping into the shower, where they remained standing under the shower head until the water that was once warm turning cold against their skin and leaving them with pruned fingers. After drying their bodies with a towel, Jensen slipping into a pair of clean briefs and (Y/n) shrugging on one of his clean t-shirts along with some sweats of his, they both climb into bed where their limb’s perfectly tangle together.

They stayed awake, softly talking to one another, enjoying each others warmth, sharing various stories about everything and anything until eventually (Y/n) slowly starts dozing off. Cheek resting heavily against his chest, his heartbeat softly soothing her to sleep.

“God I love you,” He whispers, pulling another warm, happy, smile on his face,

Gently, he pulls her closer towards him, leaving a long kiss on the crown of her head before finally letting sleep overpower him. Despite feeling relief now that he knows she too shared the same feelings, that she is finally his, he still can’t help the small voice at the back of his head. He knows this will be challenging, there will be days where it will be difficult to get through, but as long as she held on to him through the obstacles he knew they’d be okay. He knew she’d never let him down, and he knew she knew he’d never let her down. He loves her, and he will damn sure fight for their love, because except for his kids she is also his reason to keep going in life. To keep pushing.

Because she’s worth fighting for.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Alan Wake (Video Games), Alan Wake 2 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Saga Anderson & Alex Casey Characters: Saga Anderson, Alex Casey (Alan Wake), Alan Wake (mentioned) Additional Tags: Missing Scene, Canon Compliant, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, It's Casey. what did you expect?, Best Friends, Nobody understands Casey like Saga does, Casey is still grumpy about it, Special Agent Alex Casey wants to punch Alan at least one good time, stop denying him Saga, Saga is going to take care of everyone, even when they don't ask, where ELSE did Alan get that flannel from? it sure wasn't Casey's, Casey loves coffee, no beta we die like Taken, Banter, Teasing Summary:

The second Alan Wake leaves the room to get a well-earned shower, his legs still noticeably shaky, Saga turns her gaze to her partner. Casey has his arms crossed over his chest, leaning back in his chair, a frown marring his face. She practically feels his irritation rolling off of him in waves. She can't say she blames him, all things considered. “Are you alright, Casey?”

[alphawave-writes]

Kill your Darlings Chapter 12: The love and the Light | Tom Zane the Filmmaker x Dr Casper Darling

Dr Casper Darling and Thomas Zane have done it: they have escaped the Dark Place and returned to Earth.

But not before the Dark Presence gets one final laugh.

[the-labyrinth-of-me]

This is a great addition and theory!

It could be that Zane made kind of a documentary about Alan's descent into madness. Maybe Zane's plan was to perform the ritual on Alan in an attempt to get out.

The abandoned room is really strange. I mean the whole hotel is abandoned, but not "almost all of the furniture is missing" abandoned. It seems as if Zane wanted to erase every trace he was ever there, except for the projector. He could have fled from the FBC. But not without showing Alan what he needed to see in Zane's opinion. He showed Alan the current process of writing Return. And that he had stopped and Scratch took over. Maybe that whole thing was a warning. "We worked on Return. I can't anymore, but you have to, no matter in what state you're in, otherwise Scratch will fuck everything up." Zane basically confronted Alan with his dark side. Something must have led Alan to tie Zane to a chair and hold him at gunpoint, right? And Zane still helped him, gave him the movie ticket.

But Zane's spiraling as well. He's not doing very well I'd say, talking gibberish, being all over the place. Caught in his art. But let's not forget that he consumes magic mushrooms, a hallucinogenic drug. He must see some stuff that's not there, but what is real and what does only exist in his imagination...?

The other question is if Zane knows that Alan and Scratch are the same person. I guess he does? He was the one who told Alan to kill himself in the Writer's Room, acting as if Alan would find Scratch there, but that evil smile gave it away.

About different versions of Zane, and the "thousands have gone missing" - he's trapped in the Dark Place for more than half a century. If Alan dies countless times, then we can only assume the body count for the astral projections of Zane. But where does the "real" Zane hide? In that pocket dimension together with Barbara? Did he leave some versions of himself in the Dark Place so Alan would find them and get his shit together finalize the manuscript of Return?

I can only guess what Zane is up to in regards of his collab with Darling. If these two would be featured in the Lake House holiday I'd go crazy over it tbh. The collab is definitely of mutual interest. I think Zane is a very very powerful Parautilitarian. Actually the one the FBC is after. But as Zane erased each trace of him in the real world, the FBC is only aware of Alan. They wanna track him down, thinking of him as a great Parautilitarian, when actually Zane is the one they're looking for. Zane has the powers. Alan has the powers given to him by Zane. I further think that Alan's typewriter is an OOP and responsible to turn fiction into reality, when being used right. And that it's actually, originally Zane's typewriter. It is that old. But elaborating on this now would blow up the post.

I mean I could be very wrong about this but I was wondering if this Zane...

.... and this one...

... are really one and the same person or actually two different versions of the same guy.

The first time when Alan encounters him, Zane seems to be more helpful, trying to feed Alan information (although in his own way) and giving him hints about the next murder site, even warns him that Scratch is closing up the distance to Alice.

But the second time? It's not enough for him to control the scenes and to place Alan where he wants him to be (for example makes a cut/that glitching that appears and rapidly changes the scene, to sit Alan down on the couch to share a drink with him), he wants to take control over Alan. He changes places with him and threatens him with the gun. Alan has to fight back hard to get back control over the situation. This encounter was ist more sinister, more threatening and dangerous. Zane could have killed him there and therefore erased this draft of Initiation. To stop him from escaping without him? And in the end it turns out that this Zane version isn't even dead. Or he is, and another Zane edited the whole thing to make Alan believe he can't kill Zane. If we act as if Zane is Alan's creator, then of course Alan can't physically kill him. Zane acts as a walkthrough during their first meeting, by telling him what to do. But Alan might have ended up in the wrong place or dimension or part of the spiral when he enters room 665 for the second time, because this time Zane's far away from helping Alan.

And what about this:

Who's the dark double? Scratch? Alan? Has Zane really his own version of Scratch (as I'm already considering he does)? Did Alan meet Scratch!Zane the second time? Wouldn't you expect that an artist so vain would introduce himself with his given name? Are Thomas Zane and Thomas Seine even the same person? Did the Dark Presence edit and rewrite Zane into something he's never been? Is "Tom the Poet" basically the first Alan Wake game, in which Zane played the Diver and Cynthia played the Lamp Lady and so on? You can find the movie poster in the original game after all.

More food for thought! One day this game will be responsible for my future dementia

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MY FANFIC MASTERLIST

Requests are still open but I'm SLOW. See this post for info!

AROUND THE WORLD IN 80 DAYS:

Shadow in the sands - Female OC x Phileas Fogg Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 (coming soon)

STRANGER THINGS:

Tattoo - Eddie Munson x Female Reader Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

ALAN WAKE 1 & 2

Little Prey (NSFW) - Mr. Scratch x Unnamed OC

Oh, nevermind. Scratch that. - Thomas Zane x Female OC Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 (coming soon)

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY:

Vanya x Reader - Klaus x Reader - Diego x Reader

ENCANTO (DISNEY):

Things I love about you (NSFW) - Bruno Madrigal x Female Reader

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

Green Bright Future (fanfic request) - Bruno Madrigal x Reader

Mi Futuro - Bruno Madrigal x Visually impaired Reader

Your Colours (Soulmate AU) - Bruno Madrigal x Reader

Birthmark (Soulmate AU) - Bruno Madrigal X Reader

FALLOUT:

Rubber Toys & Fun (NSFW) - John Hancock x Female Reader

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 (coming soon)

His everloving dark star (NSFW) - John Hancock x Vampire OC

SPIDERVERSE:

Shadows of insecurity - Miguel 0'Hara, Peter Parker, Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy

In-flu-ence - Spiderman Noir & Reader

ARCANE:

Echoes of lost salvation - Jayce Talis x Viktor (NSFW)

Glowing Orbs & Voided Minds (NSFW)

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 (coming soon)