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floralscented · 1 month ago

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alec mcdowell & transgenic!user - a million kisses ㅤ ┊ ㅤ (18+!)

i want someone to promise me a million kisses and more . . . or, he's your first everything; first, and second, and fifth, and tenth.

includes, MDNI. ㅤ explicit sexual content ㅤ (light ) breeding kink ㅤ unprotected p in v ㅤ first times! ㅤ fluffy smut ㅤ like genuinely sickly sweet ㅤ soft dom!alec ㅤ best friend!reader ㅤ dirty talk ㅤ talks you through it creampie (hate this word sm sorrY)

req by @foxylady493 hehe thank u for giving me an excuse to write ab rawdoggin alec mcdowell HAHA

word count: 6.2k and for what like genuinely.

★ ˚⋆

somewhere, in one of the books that joshua had stolen for you, with a well worn cover and soft pages, with faded ink painting the front cardstock, you'd read something that stuck with you. i want someone to promise me a million kisses.

it was one of those passing thoughts that embeds itself into your psyche, a physical thing lodged between the folds of your brain, making itself evident every time you tried to forget it. a million kisses... and you'd never had one.

hell, you'd never even wanted to. you were everything manticore wanted you to be; loyal to the greatest extent, dedicated to your training, dominating the rest of the x5 series by a long shot — well, alongside your best friend alec.

alec, who really kept you motivated and on your toes, because he was so effortlessly good. he could sprint the entire forest on the grounds' base three times while you'd be on your second. he could pick you up with ease, and often did, urging you to work on your strength that little bit more so that you could do the same to him.

he was lifting you with one arm, actually, when you'd both been called back to your cells abruptly. it was awkward, in a way, moreso than it would have been for any normal human being, because of how unfamiliar you were with awkward situations. having to be sat down so you could properly address the guard in front of you, the same one who'd just been watching the both of you try and lift each other like barbells?

it only managed to get worse, somehow, when you were both ushered into your cell, followed by one of the directors, a woman with short blonde hair and a fierce stare.

something about this felt like a punishment, or a bad omen. how could you know, then, what a turning point this was going to be for you? the both of you?

"stand down, 494, 490." her lips are quirked with knowledge she isn't sharing, her hands folded neatly behind her back. "no need for formalities. not... for this."

you know better than to say a word out of turn, and so does alec, but you feel his confusion radiating off of him, a mirror image of your own, in the way his shoulders tense back.

her lips curl higher, a tight lipped smile that looks almost sinister in the dull lighting of your cell. "you are both aware of the situation with our labs, i imagine," she continues, slowly, like she's waiting for one of you to piece it together. "all of our genetic data, up in flames, and no way to continue creating soldiers to uphold the legacy the two of you are sure to bring."

directors do not ever come in with compliments, especially so strong, without something up their sleeves. "unless..."

it's one word, but it hits you and alec like a wave. him first, as he draws in a sharp breath, and then you, your stoic expression faltering at once. unless they use their current x5s to make those soldiers.

"it's only natural to pair you two off, what with how... close, you've gotten, over these years." there was a shared trauma that rooted the two of you to each other. him, being a clone of x5-493, and you, of 491.

something was off in their coding, a mixture of genetics and dna that didn't mesh. people were tightlipped about 493 and the seemingly endless amount of death he left in his wake, but they were sure to remind you about 491, the only one who, seemingly, kept his head screwed on straight the rare times that it was.

i want someone to promise me a million kisses... did she feel the same way? did he manage a million before his life was taken? you couldn't help but wonder it, especially with how many times the words killer kisser were thrown in your face. maybe that was why you were so attached to the idea of being kissed. you were stuck on the outside of a secret, wondering how kisses could render a troubled man's mind silent for a little while.

you had zoned out without realizing, stuck in a past that didn't belong to you. "are we clear?" the woman asks, her eyes lingering particularly long on you.

your face flushes with shame. shame for not listening, for missing the entire purpose of this conversation because you'd been daydreaming about an obscene amount of kisses for one person to receive.

alec speaks up for you, saving you from a potential reprimand or punishment, as he often did. "all clear."

"good." her eyes stay on yours for a beat too long, like she's daring you to break, before she nods once. "you've got one hour."

and with that, she stalks out of the room, the guards waiting on either side of your open door stepping out of line to trail behind her. the door hisses shut, and then it's just you and alec. you should know why. if you'd listened—

"you could have been less obvious, you know," alec says with a scoff of laughter, as he breaks his straight-backed stance and crosses to your bed in the corner. he sinks down on it, strong enough that his weight bounces on the springy mattress, legs spread open as he made himself right at home.

you blink once, twice. "less obvious with what?"

"oh, i don't know," his lips twist in mock thought, before they tilt into a dazzling smile, "starin' off like you don't even know where you are."

"i was just—"

"not listening. yeah, established, nelly." alec's eyebrows raise in his amusement, strong arms folded nearly over his chest. "you're gonna be confused as hell when i start taking my clothes off, then."

you splutter, wordless sounds falling out in a flustered heap. "what?"

his head falls back in a fit of laughter, loud enough that it echoes off of the walls. "god, you really weren't listening!"

"just spit it out! what are you talking about?"

slowly, the smile tapers away, his laughter trails off, and you're just looking at each other. "gonna have to copulate, you and i."

your expression drops. any trace of amusement dissipates, a cold, icy feeling of dread flooding your veins. no. no. you couldn't. not with him. not when it would ruin—

a million kisses, a million kisses, a million kisses.

it always came back to that, didn't it? "no," you say aloud firmly, like your rejection can somehow reverse the fact that it has to happen. has to, because you would never betray a direct order. this was something being entrusted to you. "alec..."

"relax," he says, his hands up in surrender. "i'm not gonna just... force you to, nelly, c'mon." his hands fall into his lap again, a sigh leaving his mouth. "s'not easy for me either, this. i mean, you're my best friend."

was he suggesting that things would change once this started? that thought made your blood feel cold in your veins, ice crystallizing in the sinew, making your bones feel heavy and stiff.

"nelly." alec snaps his fingers, drawing your attention back to him and not the dread in your stomach. it always works, when he calls you the name he'd not-so-affectionately given you during training, once. negative nelly & smart alec. "c'mon, it's not— it's not gonna be that bad. kinda bruisin' my ego that you're this torn up about it."

you choke on a laugh, your fingers lifting to run through your hair. "shut up, alec."

"'shut up, alec,'" he mimics back at you, one corner of his mouth lifting higher in a softer grin. "has that ever worked, nell?"

you shake your head, in exasperation and answer, finally crossing the small expanse of the room to drop down onto the edge of your bed next to him. his thigh is pressed up against yours, a warm, familiar comfort when everything feels uncertain.

it's loaded now, this silence that falls between you. heavy like a weight and thick like fog. his eyes are on you —you can feel them, too— and it's jarring, how one direct order can flip an entire world on its axis.

you turn to meet those green eyes of his, and then alec's leaning in, suddenly, and it takes a blink for you to realize it. you startle, feeling hot and icy and flustered all at once. "i’ve never done this,” you blurt out, and how fucking embarrassing is that, confessing it like a sin?

“in what world do you think i have?” alec shoots back, his eyebrows raising in punctuation to the question. “i’d rather it be with you than someone else.”

your heart is racing uncomfortably quick, an unfamiliar flutter against your ribcage. “okay.”

“yeah?” he asks, and his large hand lifts, too, to rest his warm palm on the side of your cheek. his fingertips graze behind your ear, tangling in your soft hair. “yeah, okay, nelly.”

his thumb grazes gently over your cheekbone, like a final reassurance before you’re no longer dipping your toes into this idea but diving fully into its depths. his fingers on the back of your neck guide you toward him, until your breaths are mingling and getting to know each other.

your lips meet. the world stops.

it makes sense, now, how 491 could leash 493 with nothing but the press of her lips. it also makes sense why she stayed, despite all of the warning signs he must have given off, if alec’s lips were any indicator of how ben’s were.

the kiss is tentative at best, at first. he’s not coming any closer, and you’re sat ramrod straight on the bouncy mattress, and the only thing connecting you besides your mouths is the hand he keeps on your cheek. you imagine that this is how first kisses always feel; awkward and uncertain, as this new kind of trust builds itself from the ground up.

one kiss out of a million. how were you supposed to kiss anyone else, now, when this one felt so special?

he pulls back first, but his hand stays on your face, the other sneaking its way across the space between you and landing on yours in lap.

“not so bad, was it?” alec asks, a reassuring smile gracing his face. his thumb returns the gentle strokes over your cheek, his eyes sweeping over the expression you wear.

no, it wasn’t that bad. but your mind isn’t on the kiss but what’s supposed to come next. “how long are we supposed to… um…”

you’d never been the shy type around alec, but suddenly now, it feels like every word is lodged tightly in your throat. suddenly, he feels like a stranger instead of your best friend, this territory unfamiliar and scary, in its own way.

“until you’re pregnant,” he says easily — and of course it’s easy for him, he’s not the one that has to carry a genetically enhanced baby to term. “but—”

“no,” you say, raising a hand to cut him off. “no, i heard you.”

“but, we don’t have to start now, nelly,” he slows his words down, like delivering the blow more gently will somehow lessen the sting. “we don’t. it’s… it’s an order, yes, but you’re still my best friend, and i want you comfortable.”

that did reassure you. you’d have to commit to the orders given eventually, but for now? this was just… a prolonged break in the courtyard, where you could hang out without precaution.

“kinda like this new development, though,” he adds, that wicked grin of his tugging up onto his mouth, as he wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up. you barely manage to squeak out the noise of surprise caught in your throat, before you’re settled in his lap. alec’s always been strong, but it’s so different, having him use that strength with you. “could get used to it.”

“shut up,” you grumble half-heartedly.

he grasps the collar of his shirt to drag you in. “order received.” and his mouth closes around yours once again; your second kiss of a million.

★ ˚⋆

“stop it, that’s not—” you huff out a hard, frustrated breath, your fingers closing around alec’s wrist. “that’s not what where your hands are supposed to go.”

alec had you sat comfortably in his lap again, after the day prior, you both learned that, despite the circumstances, it was a nice place to be. you were close enough that you could smack him if you had to, and clearly, you did.

“s’not my fault that you’re being a tease,” he grumbles in your ear, his lips so close to the sensitive skin that shivers trail down your spine. “sittin’ all pretty in my lap, not letting me follow orders.”

“oh, bite me,” you shoot back at him, your grip on alec’s wrist tightening as you yank it away from your ass. you can feel the heat of his skin even through the thick fabric of your camo cargos, and it’s completely distracting.

his free hand’s finger comes up to jab you firmly in the sternum. “you won’t let me.”

“i thought this was hard for you, too,” you argue, reaching up to grab his other hand now, the former still tightly in between your fingers. you knew the second you let it go, he’d not-so-subtly slide it right back down to your ass all over again, and where would you be? a rock — you — a hard place.

alec snatches his hand back quickly before you can grab that one, his eyebrows bouncing once in his amusement. “trust me, nelly, it’s very hard.”

you stare at him, unblinking for a long few seconds, before it clicks in your mind — and the feel of what was very hard presses against the core of you. your hand releases his, and you smack him once with the left, twice with the right. “alec!”

alec cackles, head falling back with his laughter. his hand, always so much quicker than you, catches one wrist, and then the other, in his lithe fingers. his other arm snakes around your waist and there’s a blink before you’re suddenly flipped on your back.

on your back, and he’s hovered above you, your pinned wrist firmly above your head and pressed lightly into the mattress. “you’re getting soft on me,” he pants, settled in between your legs, knees nudging them further apart. “you used to beat my ass when we’d spar.”

“you’re playing dirty.”

“am not,” he huffs out like a petulant child, “you’re just not playing. too worried up in that head about all of the logistics here.”

“aren’t you?” you ask him, and it’s genuine; how had 24 hours passed, and suddenly this was something he could just accept? you and him, engaging in things that best friends didn’t do. did they? “aren’t you afraid of…” your face reddens, your turn now to feel like a little kid. “doing it?”

alec’s shoulders lift. “not when it’s with you.”

he says it so genuinely that you know it’s true, the confidence of the words enough to take your breath away.

you’d never thought of it like that. sure, it’s intimidating, breaching this gap of things you’d done and things you hadn’t, but… with him, surely it couldn’t be anywhere near as bad as you were thinking.

“plus,” he adds as an afterthought, “we already agreed it wasn’t going to change a thing, didn’t we? s’just work.”

just work. it didn’t feel like just work, but you were always reading too much into things, anyways. that’s why you and alec just worked. he was the laidback to your on edge.

you sigh. he’s getting to you. he’s unnaturally good at reading all of your fears written in your eyes and unpacking each of them, explaining them to you so they weren’t so scary anymore. “just tell me what to do. we can lie to the directors again, if we have to, if you just wanna… i dunno, chill out. could kiss again.”

“alec.”

“suggestion!” he raises his free hand in defense, before he lets it drop down to your thigh. “just a suggestion.”

it was a good suggestion, too. unfortunately for you, fortunately for him. you didn’t want to get too comfortable in these uncharted territories, out of fear it’d all get muddled and then where would you be? too uncomfortable to be friends, too familiar not to be.

“kiss me.” your mouth moves before you’ve even realized the words are out, floating between the two of you like a declaration.

he moves his hand from your wrists and lets it fall in the open expanse of your neck. his fingers are cold this time, even though your blood is hot. “yeah?” it feels achingly familiar to the gentle way he’d said it the day prior. “alright.”

“alright.”

is it supposed to be this awkward? firsts were always awkward. this had to be normal. if you started to think about how maybe it wasn’t normal, and you were embarrassing yourself, and he was embarrassing himself, and everything was about to be ruined, you’d—

alec leans in again, but he doesn’t kiss you on the lips, like you expected. instead, his mouth finds your jaw, teeth grazing the skin lightly, lips pressing reverently on the bone as he sucks the little mouthful of skin between them.

you gasp, your eyes fluttering closed, eyelashes as soft as butterfly wings on your cheekbone. “relax,” he breathes, hot breath on hot skin making you squirm beneath him, “i know what i’m doin’.”

“oh, do you?” you smile, a bit dazed as his tongue traces along the line of your jaw until he reaches the space beneath your ear.

“mhm.” he leaves a trail of wet, warm kisses down the side of your neck, then back up your throat. “thought about this all night. know what i’m doin’.”

oh. no wonder he’d been pretty accepting of their circumstances. alec spent all of night prior thinking about you, and how he’d pick you apart.

the thought makes another shiver run down your spine, a warm pool in your lower stomach. “alec—”

“here,” he interrupts, halting your train of thought before it delves again. “put your hand here,” he pants softly into your sensitive skin, his fingers finding yours and guiding them underneath the gray fabric of his shirt. you feel every muscle on his abdomen, feel each flex beneath the cold touch of your fingers. “yeah, that’s it.”

alec straightens up a little so that he can curl his own hands beneath his shirt, tugging it up and over his head. it falls in a heap at his feet, and he’s on you again a second later, his lips marking a wet trail of kisses up your throat. once he reaches your chin, he continues the onslaught, capturing your lips in a firm kiss.

this one is different than the one the night prior. it’s more confident, sure of himself. his tongue swipes at your bottom lip, and in your surprised gasp, he tucks it between your lips. that part of the kiss is tentative, like enacting the things he’d thought about was more nerve wracking than he’d let on.

you smile. he drags his teeth across your puffed bottom lip. “oh, you like that?” he asks against the soft skin of your mouth, arrogance coating every one of his words. “mm, okay.”

his hands run down your sides, hooking beneath your shirt and bunching it up in his fists. “this okay?” he asks, lifting his head enough to search your eyes.

you nod, taken aback, almost, by the flood of black overtaking his irises. “it’s okay.”

his grin is mesmerizing. had he always been so attractive? had he always looked like something sculpted and molded, just for you, and you’d only just noticed? “okay,” he echoes, and he nudges your extended arm with his elbow, “lift your arms for me.”

neither of you really know what you’re doing, but he has a little bit of an upperhand, what with the fantasies he’d created in his head.

“what all did you think about?” you ask him, tracing your eyes over his face to keep from thinking about how he was undressing you, and you were slowly being beared to him fully.

alec’s eyebrows twitch, his eyes lifting from your bare skin up to yours again. “last night?”

“yeah. i wanna know.”

he shakes his head. “no, nelly,” he laughs under his breath, his heavy-lidded eyes raking over your body again. “m’not lettin’ you know. you’re shakin’ in your boots already.”

“well, then what did you do? just lay in bed, thinkin’ about me?” you shoot back, your mouth dropping into a pout at the denial.

alec’s lips quirk. “something like that.”

“alec—” you’re cut off by his lips pressing to yours again. his fingers run reverently down your chest, his touch shuddery as they graze over your breasts. he groans, and the air in your lungs stutters hard in your chest. every thought is shattering to pieces before you can think them, focused instead on the feel of his hands on you in places that you didn’t think anyone would ever touch.

“i know you’re scared,” he mumbles in your mouth, his hand drifting lower, slowly but steadier than before. “so i want you in control. in case—” his touch comes to a stop at the buttons on your camo cargos. alec pauses like he’s dazed, clearing his throat. “in case you want to stop. at any point.”

he’s such an arrogant dickhead most of the time, one that you’ve come to adore in every possible way, but here? now? he’s the sweetest person you’ve ever met.

“here, lift your hips for me,” his nimble fingers have already undone the button, before you’d even blinked, “good girl — see? m’so proud of you, baby.”

baby. he’d never called you baby before. your smile is immediate, even as you feel like you’re being electrocuted with how your skin is buzzing. his knuckles light a fire down you as they brush lightly against your thighs, your calves.

your hand lifts to rest under his chin, tilting his head up to look at you again. how many kisses is this now? you can’t even think, now, not as you drag him in for another kiss. five? six? not enough, is the simple answer.

alec entertains the kiss for a few seconds before he’s pulling back, even taking a step away. your body chills at the loss of his heat, and the self awareness of how you must look to him. mostly naked, sprawled backwards on your bed, looking up at him with big, wide eyes. you open your mouth to say something snarky to him, anything to quell the heavy silence, when he whispers, “you’re so damn beautiful, nelly.”

he undoes the buttons on his pants quickly, shoving them down his muscular thighs and pooling at his ankles. it’s intimidating, staring into the eyes of someone who was your best friend through and through, while neither of you are wearing anything besides undergarments.

this was the guy who’d talked you out of making any rash decisions after you’d had the insult of killer kisser thrown in your face, all because of the girl your dna was cloned from. who squeezed your hands and told you to fuckin’ ignore them. what do they know? who’d been a cell apart from you in your psyops isolation, making sure he wasn’t infected with whatever rotted ben’s mind into darkness, and you weren’t susceptible to falling into hi

alec steps around you to sink onto the mattress beside you, shifting backwards until his back hits the concrete wall, turning so that he’s facing straight forward. his hands pat his thighs, nodding his head in gesture — or maybe to get you to stop ogling him like he was someone new and not your alec.

“lookin’ at me like you don’t know me,” he mumbles, reaching out to snatch your elbow when you don’t move. it’s intimidating. sitting in his lap with so little separating the two of you? of course you were hesitating! “don’t be ridiculous. m’still the guy you pushed down the stairs five years ago.”

“that,” you exhale shakily, as you sit down on his thighs, desperately trying to ignore the heat beneath you, and the heat between your legs, “was an accident.”

“bull.” he moves his hands to the clasps of your bra, undoing each hook individually, keeping his eyes locked on yours. “i saw how you looked at me before you did it.”

you bristle, shoving him back by the shoulder until his back presses against the cool concrete. “like i’m looking at you now?”

slowly, he tugs the straps of your bra down your arms, his grin faltering as his eyes drift downward at the same time. “yeah.” he clears his throat. clears it again. “yeah, like you’re lookin’ at me now.”

your eyes follow his, and you suck in a slow, deep breath. somehow, the fucker had talked his way into taking your bra off without you even noticing. kept you distracted long enough to not fuss over it.

how many kisses out of a million could one man give? you hoped all of them. you hoped more than a million.

the silence is heavy but it’s less awkward now. most of the hard parts were over, and you’d already established there was no reason to be nervous, not with alec. never with alec.

“here,” he says, his voice still coming out rasped even through his attempts otherwise to quell it. “hips up again f’me… yeah, just like that.” alec’s fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down until they’re caught where you’re straddling him. “left leg up… perfect, baby, right one… perfect, baby. absolutely perfect.”

the praise makes you feel hot. sure, he’d said things like this before, praising each of your actions when you’d done good at training, or came back from a mission successful. this is different. intimate.

"keep 'em up real quick, alright?" he murmurs, shifting beneath you enough to lift his own hips up, hands pulling down his boxers over his thighs. his hand slips, giving way to the nervousness he had buried deep, as it slaps against your bare thigh. "my bad," he chuckles lowly, kicking them off with the foot closest to the bed's edge. his fingers curl around your leg, kneading at the soft flesh. "you've got me all messed up in my head."

"enough to hit me?" you tease, your smile returning again to your lips. "that's cruel, alec. you said you weren't playing dirty."

"m'not," alec insists, his thumb catching your chin and dragging you down into a kiss, and then another.

you laugh on his lips, trying to shake free from his grip. "are too."

he sits up, chasing your mouth when you start to pull away, swallowing your lips in an onslaught of kisses. "i can show you 'playing dirty'." his hands slide down your sides, fingers brushing your ass as they firmly grasp your thighs, flipping the both of you so that your back is against the mattress.

you're strong enough to flip him back. to tackle him onto the mattress, to wrestle like you used to do when you were younger, and things were easier. you don't.

alec settles between your legs, using his hold on your thighs to lift your hips and align your entrance with the cock you have not looked at, nope, it feels too real to—

your eyes fall anyways when his do, watching him line himself up. all of his nervousness is gone again, like he teeters between it, only ever seeming to get nervous when it comes to addressing you. what you are. what this means.

“still okay?” at your nod, he nods too. “okay, sweet girl. let me just—” his hand comes between the both of you, grasping his cock between his fingers, as he pushes the thick head of it inside of you, his head falling back as your wetness coats it. “jeeeesus.”

“what?” you ask breathlessly, shifting to rest on your palms, glancing from his face to where he’s pulling out of you.

alec shakes his head, a grin spreading across his face. “nothing. nothing at all.” he pushes in again, slowly, deliberately, this time keeping his cock inside of your tight walls. “just thinking about you. always thinking about you.” his free hand goes to your shoulder, pushing you lightly back on the bed. “you just lay back and relax, alright? get out of that head.”

how were you supposed to get out of your head when now, the thing circling around in it is how he so casually declared that he was always—

it’s uncomfortable, as he fills you up. like something is wrong, doesn’t belong. you were definitely wet enough to take him, but it doesn’t stop the feeling of something being off that tingles up your spine.

“fuck, you’re so damn tight,” he groans, his voice as rough as gravel. alec rubs soothing circles into your skin with his thumb, before he lets his hand fall down to one of yours, grasping it in his. “squeeze if you wanna stop.”

even through the discomfort, you didn’t want to stop. not only had the gap already been bridged, but… you liked it. liked him. more than you ever would have realized on your own. the further he pushes into you, still in that achingly slow pace as he lets your pussy adjust to the feel of him inside of it, the easier that adjustment gets.

your fingers play with his, tracing over his knuckles, as your breaths tumble out in soft little pants. everything feels like its at a boiling point, like it’s seconds from spilling over.

“you asked why i wasn’t scared,” he says under his breath suddenly, eyes lifting to meet yours through the deep dark of his eyelashes, once he’s to the hilt deep inside of you, his pelvis pressed to yours in a sharing of blistering hot skin. “do you want to know why?”

he finishes the sentence, and slowly pulls back until his cock rests halfway inside of your throbbing pussy. the movement makes you whimper in your throat, the sound of it rough already. his fingers clamp around yours in reassurance. “i’ve thought about this a lot. that’s why.”

“liar,” you manage to rasp, a breathless moan of laughter punctuating the words, “y’don’t have to make me feel better anymore. i’m not scared.”

“i always,” alec thrusts into you again, quicker this time, already pulling back out, keeping that slow, leisurely pace until he’s absolutely certain you’re alright with the next part of it all, “always want to make you feel better.”

another thrust in, and something shifts this time. you can feel every inch, and suddenly, a tremor of ecstasy replaces the full discomfort. you gasp, and he surges forward to hover over you properly now, like that one little noise was enough reassurance for him.

“always want to take care of you, always want to make sure you’re happy,” alec continues, soft grunts slipping between his ramblings, “hell, i’ve thought about putting a baby in you before. just not… in this setting.”

the words shoot straight downwards, making your already aching pussy throb, clenching tightly around him. “i’m not gonna break, alec,” you say, forehead pressed to his. you dig your nails into the back of his hand, not squeezing it so he doesn’t stop, but urging him further. “stop acting like you’re gonna snap me in half. i’ve pushed you down the stairs before.”

alec laughs, but it works. he pulls out further with each thrust, slams into you harder, burying himself deeply inside of your wet pussy. “yeah, you have.” the sound of skin slapping together starts to echo around the room with the change in his pace, interrupted only by his throaty groans and your soft moans and, god, isn’t it awkward that there are guards outside? that this is what they’re subjected to hear every day, until you’re—

“you wanted— a baby with me,” you say, not as a question, and through the deep haze your mind is slipping into.

“wanted to do this. wanted to fuck a baby into you. see you full of me,” he answers, and it must get him going, the image he paints for the both of you, because he speeds up further, drives deeper, and you can feel the head of his cock pushing against your cervix, making you groan aloud into his skin. “only at night, when it was just me, and i wished you were there, keeping me company. any time else, i could pretend like it was fine.”

you laugh softly, shaking your head, and then he’s laughing too. “fucked up, schoolboy-manticore crush, huh?” his head falls further into the crook of your neck, pressing gentle kisses to your collarbone. “only this place could get me daydreaming about filling this pussy up with my cum. could get me - wanting to fuck up our whole friendship, just to hear those pretty sounds of yours.”

your face flushes at the filthy words, even as it only stirs your arousal further along. you can feel it in the base of your spine, and suddenly, by their own volition, your hips are pressing against his in tandem, meeting each of his thrusts inside of you. he groans, the sound hot and vibrating on the sensitive skin of your neck.

“look at me, will ya, pretty thing?” he asks, nose nudging your chin up to meet his eyes. blackened pupils swallow up the jade green of his eyes. your lips part as the pleasure builds and builds, each of your noises crescendoing in pace with alec’s relentless thrusts. “god, nelly—”

you tip your head up a little more, enough to catch his mouth in a warm kiss. “it’s okay,” you say against the soft pink of his lips; your turn to comfort him, even if that’s the last thing he probably needs.

“yeah,” he mumbles on your mouth, stealing a fervent amount of quick kisses. it might as well be a million right then, with the way you can’t clear your head enough to count.”s’all okay. more than okay. always okay with you.”

“you don’t even know—” you choke out, interrupted by the desperate moans falling from your lips, free hand coming to hold onto his side and keep him deep, deep, deep. “don’t even know what you’re saying,” you manage to laugh.

“no,” alec laughs too, letting go of your hand and moving it and his other one to hold onto your thighs again. “no i don’t. lift this one up for me, yeah?”

you uncurl your bent knee and rest it across the length of his body, and the new angle only makes it that much more intense. “m’not gonna last much longer.”

alec is a nervous laugher. he can’t seem to stop while he thrusts into you. your defense mechanism is panic, his is undiluted joy. you hope it never changes about him. “thank fuck.” he turns his head to press a soft kiss to your ankle. “‘ve been hanging on by a fuckin’ thread.”

“seriously?” you cackle. “alec.”

it’s sweet, really, how even when your entire dynamic flipped on its head, neither of you changed. just like you’d promised. you’re still laughing in the heat of the moment together, still teasing each other in every possible way you could. “told you ‘ve been thinkin’ about this,” he grumbles in his defense, the little pout on his flushed face only pulling you closer and closer into your release’s tight grips, “can’t even blame m—”

“oh, fuck—” you can’t blame him, because you never gave him the time to pitch his argument fully, cutting him off. each breath you draw in is strained, in time with the pounding he’s giving to your clenching pussy. “oh, fuck, alec—”

“hey, language, pretty thing, there’s—” one last thrust, harder than the others, his hips stuttering their movements as he pushes out a shaky exhale into your shoulder. your head falls back into the mattress, dug into the springs as you buck into him, his cock against your cervix as he spills his cum inside of you. the feel of him twitching inside of you, of the warmth seeping from your fluttering walls and warm down your spread legs, reducing you to a muddled mess of pleasure in his arms. unintelligible words on your tongue, pleads or his name or something, you don’t even know, don’t even know what you were trying to say.

alec brushes his fingers across your forehead, pushing the sweaty hairs off of your skin. “was gonna tell you to watch your mouth, but i’m pretty sure you just swore me up and down in three different languages at once.”

your limbs feel boneless, but you do manage to swat at his bare chest, heated skin on heated skin. “shut up.”

“nah.” he scoops you into his arms, not yet having pulled out of you, as he cradles you to his chest. “we’re just gettin’ started, aren’t we?”

the answer is that one man can give a million kisses, and it doesn't take a lifetime — just a director's order and a dream.

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figisonline · 26 days ago

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the way these gifs live rent free in my head UGH

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jasvtsc · 1 month ago

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mouthy

one thing alec would do is 100% put you in your place whenever you were too smart with him.

and since you were getting mouthy, he’d do the same. however, in a slight different way.

you were laying on the bed, your hands tied above your head to the frame, ensuring that you wouldn’t slip free no matter what. he was holding you tightly by your thighs, keeping you still by using his transgenic strength so there was no way you’d move even if you tried to. and that was just perfect for him—he could feast on you as much as he wanted.

his face was buried in your pussy for god knows how long. his tongue was switching between lapping and stroking your sensitive hit, his thumb pressed firmly on your swollen clit—not only that, you were absolutely sure he left some bite marks on your bud, considering how often and how hard he was biting on it.

you were a mess.

“alec—” you’d whine pathetically, trying to talk him into freeing your hands. but then again, you couldn’t talk at all. you were a blabbering mess, letting out incoherent words and sounds as he was eating you out for the seventh time in the row.

you were mouthy, so now it was his turn. and he’d lap and swirl his tongue on your pussy until he felt like he had his lunch, dinner and next day’s breakfast. or at least until you squirted all over his face. he wasn’t that picky.

“shh, baby. shh,” he purred at your overstimulated clit, making your whole body shudder. “i’m still not done,” he muttered with a smirk and then bit on your clit again, making you scream.

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deansbite · 3 months ago

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AFAB READER!! 18+ mdni

alec had been leaning back on the couch, you've been sat on his lap, his cock has been sat in your cunt nicely. It'd been god knows how long since your walls had adjusted to his length. and ever since then, he hadn't moved an inch.

unless — you were actually done whining and moaning about his dick lodged in you and were focusing on the show, then he'd intentionally thrust just a tiny bit deeper before retracting.

you could barely even handle his full length, much less having him go deeper — you didn’t even know he could go deeper than he already was.

and that would repeat until now. you were settled and finally could get your mind off of the fact that you were cockwarming him. but alec.. well, he had other plans.

“i can barely see the tv screen now. c’mon, baby lean back, that way you can lean to the side and i’ll be able to watch.”

“but you already.. uh — nevermind.”

“i what? c’mon you want to talk back, so go on, i’m all ears.”

“alec i didn’t mean it like that —”

“ohno, nono, don’t take it back, tell me.”

and as you opened your mouth to oblige and continue, alec raised his hips — quick, with his superhuman speed.

you yelped when his tip rubbed against your cervix — which was probably bruised with the amount of times he thrusted up into you in the span of god knows how long.

“speak up, come on.” alec urged, his smut tone evident. his hands eventually rested on your hips, guiding you to bounce up and down on his length whilst he assisted with some occasional thrusts.

you instinctively clenched around him. “so fucking tight.” he gasped out.

“c’mon, i know how much you enjoy this, hell, i do too. but, i am gonna need you to finish that fucking sentence of yours.”

“i can’t —” you yelped as he slammed you down on his length whilst raising his hips at the same down.

you weren’t paying attention when one of alecs hands went up and he stuck his fingers into your mouth. you immediately swirled your tongue around them. alec seemed pleased — considering his fingers were like a plug to make you shut up.

both you and him knew he had a lot of stamina so he would go on for however long he wanted — which usually ended up with you so fucked out you can barely even form coherent sentences.

“that’s it, atta girl, finally taking the hint and closing that pretty mouth of yours.”

all you could do was whine which was just a slight bit fainter and much softer with his slender fingers in your mouth.

alec kept the same harsh and quick pace of you bouncing and him thrusting up occasionally. which caused a few groans to escape alecs mouth.

he could immediately tell when you were close. “hold it.”. he knew if his fingers weren’t in your mouth and you weren’t currently sucking him into your warmth, you would probably stomp your foot and complain.

but he could really care less. “i wantcha to fucking control it. if you can control how whiny and how much you complain, the least you could do is hold your goddamn orgasm.”

he was slightly annoyed. and both you and he knew if you didn’t listen, he’d make sure you’d regret in one way or another.

“shit, could fuck this soaking pussy all day. you’re so warm — fuck.”

and so he did, his thrusts not coming to a halt no matter how long he’s made you hold in your orgasm and even if you did cum at least six times within the span of an hour, he kept going.

that was simply Alec McDowell.

um!! yea this is not a lot because i wasnt in the mood to write a lot but i hope. this is good enough

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zepskies · 1 year ago

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Series Masterlist - Being Human

Pairing: Alec McDowell x F. Reader

Summary: Your life made sense before Alec slipped his way in. He unravels your threads without even trying. He frustrates you as easily as he weasels back into your good graces. But you soon realize that this man is worth the challenge.

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artyandink · 4 months ago

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flour fire

SUMMARY: Baking with Alec? It’s more of a challenge than it lets on, really. Especially since he’s a goof in and out, and now you have to deal with it. But then again, you could get carried away yourself, even if you don’t want to.

TW: fluff, baking, Alec being a soft smartass

A/N: Here’s the Alec fic, you guys! Enjoy :) banner by @cafekitsune

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Baking with Alec was always an adventure, one that you couldn't have possibly predicted. A simple task like making cookies turned into something out of a slapstick comedy, with a little bit of chaos, a lot of laughter, and, of course, Alec being Alec.

You had initially started out with high hopes. Chocolate chip cookies, maybe some brownies if things went well. That’s what you told yourself as you preheated the oven, pulling ingredients out of the cupboards while Alec leaned against the counter, watching you with that annoyingly charming smirk.

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Alec said, arms folded over his chest. He was clearly in no hurry to start helping, which wasn’t exactly surprising.

“Baking is good for the soul,” you replied, placing a bag of flour on the counter and pointing a wooden spoon at him. “Also, I distinctly remember you suggesting this when we ran out of cookies last night.”

“That doesn’t sound like me,” he said, his grin widening. “But I’m here for moral support.”

“Right. Moral support,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Which is code for ‘standing around looking pretty while I do all the work.’”

Alec shrugged in that casual, infuriating way of his. “Hey, I didn’t say I wouldn’t help. I’m just waiting for you to mess something up so I can swoop in and save the day.”

“You are the worst,” you deadpanned, turning back to measure out some flour.

But before you could even get the scoop into the flour bag, Alec was right behind you, hands on your hips. “The worst, huh? You really want to say that to the guy who’s about to show you how to make the best cookies of your life?”

“Big words for someone who doesn’t know the difference between baking powder and baking soda,” you shot back, though you couldn’t help but smile as you felt him press a kiss to the back of your neck.

“Details,” he muttered into your hair before stepping back, all confident and cocky, as if he knew exactly what he was doing.

You handed him the flour. “Alright, hotshot. Show me your cookie-making genius.”

He gave you a wink, grabbing the measuring cup with way too much enthusiasm. “Step one: measure the flour,” Alec said, like he was hosting his own cooking show. “Which I will now do…with expert precision.”

You crossed your arms and watched as he dug the measuring cup into the bag, completely ignoring the fact that you were supposed to level it off. He poured what was probably more like a mountain than a cup of flour into the mixing bowl, a cloud of white powder rising up between you two like smoke from a fire.

“Perfect,” he declared, brushing some flour off his hands. “Nailed it.”

“Are you sure you’re not supposed to sift that?” you asked, already regretting letting him anywhere near the ingredients.

“Sifting is for people who don’t trust their flour,” Alec replied, dusting off his hands as if the mess wasn’t his problem anymore. “I trust my flour.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Yeah, well, I don’t trust you.”

“That’s rude,” Alec said, gasping in mock offense. “I’m wounded.”

“Oh, you’ll be wounded when we have to eat whatever monstrosity you’re about to make,” you muttered, grabbing the bag of sugar before Alec could get his hands on it. “Here. Measure this. Carefully. And level it off, for the love of all things cookie-related.”

Alec took the sugar from you, but not without waggling his eyebrows in a way that told you he was definitely about to make a joke. “I thought I was sweet enough for both of us,” he said, flashing that infuriating grin of his.

You groaned. “I take it back. I’m baking alone. Go sit in the corner.”

“Too late, you’re stuck with me,” he said, dumping an alarming amount of sugar into the bowl with absolutely zero finesse. “And besides, I’m helping! This is a team effort.”

“You’re like a walking disaster, Alec.”

He shot you a look, pretending to be hurt. “I am not. I’m more like…an agent of culinary chaos.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly the same thing,” you replied, snatching the sugar back from him before he could do any more damage. “You’re not even following the recipe.”

“Recipes are just guidelines,” he said, waving a dismissive hand. “Like pirate codes.”

“This is baking, not ‘Pirates of the Caribbean,’” you pointed out, but your protest was met with Alec grabbing a handful of chocolate chips and tossing them into his mouth like it was a bag of popcorn.

“These are good,” he said through a mouthful, nodding approvingly. “Want some?”

You stared at him, unimpressed. “You’re supposed to put those in the cookies.”

Alec raised an eyebrow and held out another handful of chocolate chips toward you. “I can’t hear you over how delicious these are.”

You couldn’t help it — you laughed. Alec was impossible, but he was also hilarious in that way that made it hard to stay mad. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love me for it,” he said, popping another chocolate chip into his mouth.

“Unfortunately,” you replied, though the smile on your face said otherwise.

The next few minutes were a blur of you trying to salvage the mess Alec had created. Flour and sugar were scattered across the counter, like a snowstorm had hit your kitchen. The cookie dough was coming together, albeit with a few more “creative liberties” than you were comfortable with, thanks to Alec’s insistence that “a little extra butter never hurt anyone.”

But just when you thought things were finally under control, Alec reached for the eggs.

“Wait—” you started, but it was too late. Alec, in his infinite wisdom, cracked an egg directly into the bowl…shell and all.

You stared at the chunks of eggshell floating in the dough. “Alec. Why?”

He blinked at you innocently. “I’m adding texture.”

“You added eggshells.”

“They’re crunchy. It’s a new thing. Very gourmet.”

You buried your face in your hands. “I’m baking with a five-year-old.”

Alec laughed, stepping closer and wrapping an arm around your waist. “Admit it. You’re having fun.”

You peeked at him from between your fingers, trying to keep a straight face, but failing miserably. “No. I’m suffering.”

“Uh-huh,” he said, brushing a thumb across your cheek, smearing a bit of flour in the process. “You love it.”

You sighed dramatically. “Fine. But only because you’re cute.”

He grinned, clearly taking that as a victory. “I’ll take it.”

With the dough finally mixed — and the eggshells carefully removed, much to Alec’s chagrin — you began rolling the cookie dough into little balls, placing them on a baking sheet while Alec hovered around, occasionally stealing chunks of raw dough.

“You’re going to get salmonella,” you said, swatting his hand away for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Worth it,” he replied, popping another piece into his mouth. “Tastes like victory.”

“Tastes like regret,” you corrected, though you couldn’t help but laugh.

Once the cookies were in the oven, you both leaned against the counter, watching them bake through the tiny oven window. Alec nudged you with his elbow.

“See? We make a good team.”

“Yeah, after I did most of the work,” you teased.

Alec scoffed. “Please. I was the brains of this operation.”

“You were the comic relief.”

“I was both.”

You rolled your eyes, but before you could respond, Alec grabbed a handful of flour and, without warning, tossed it in your direction. It wasn’t much — just a small puff — but it was enough to catch you off guard.

“Alec!” you yelped, brushing the flour off your shirt. “Did you just…?”

He was already laughing, holding his hands up in surrender. “It was an accident!”

“Sure it was,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him.

You bent down, scooping up some flour of your own from the counter. Alec’s eyes widened.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he said, backing away with his hands still up. “Truce! I surrender!”

But it was too late. You flung the flour at him with a grin, hitting him square in the chest.

Alec stood there, stunned for a second, before he burst out laughing. “Oh, you’re asking for it now.”

Before you could escape, Alec lunged forward, grabbing the bag of flour and dumping some into his hand. You shrieked, trying to dodge, but he was faster, smearing flour across your face in retaliation.

It quickly devolved into chaos after that — flour flying everywhere, the kitchen turning into something resembling a battlefield. At one point, Alec tried to grab the bag of chocolate chips to use as ammo, but you wrestled it out of his hands, both of you laughing so hard that you could barely stand.

By the time the oven timer went off, signaling that the cookies were done, the kitchen looked like a flour bomb had gone off. There was flour in your hair, on Alec’s face, and pretty much on every surface within a five-foot radius.

“Okay,” Alec said, out of breath as he leaned against the counter, hands on his knees. “That may have gotten a little out of hand.”

“A little?” you said, brushing flour out of your eyebrows.

He straightened up, grinning. “Totally worth it.”

You shook your head, trying and failing to keep a straight face. “We’re never baking again.”

“Don’t say things you don’t mean,” Alec teased, wiping some flour off his cheek and flicking it at you.

You opened the oven and pulled out the tray of cookies, setting them on the counter to cool. Miraculously, they looked edible.

Alec peered over your shoulder. “See? Told you. Perfect cookies.”

“Yeah, after we nearly destroyed the kitchen,” you said, though you were smiling. “But I’ll give you this one. They do look pretty good.”

Alec wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I knew we could do it. Teamwork.”

You leaned back against him, smiling as you both looked at the cookies. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“More than cookies?” he asked, his voice playful.

You turned your head to look at him. “It’s close.”

He laughed, pressing a kiss to your cheek, then to your lips. “I’ll take it.”

And as you both stood there, covered in flour and surrounded by the remnants of your chaotic baking adventure, you couldn’t help but think that, despite everything, this was exactly where you wanted to be.

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all-alone-he-turns-to-stone · 1 year ago

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All The Things He Said - Part 9

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Part 8 / Part 10

Title: The Devil Called Me A Liar

Chapter summary: After almost dying (again) from the hands of Manticore's deadliest killer, Cordell and Alec can only do one thing. Wait. Wait for help to arrive and wait for wounds to heal. Alone in a cold but safe place in the middle of nowhere, they wait together. Unfortunately, their respite doesn't last long...

Crossover with: Walker / Supernatural / Dark Angel

Pairing: Sam/Cordell/Duke x Alec Mcdowell / past Sam x Dean (flashbacks/mentions included)

Chapter warning: smut, unprotected sex, p in a, angst, seizure, major character death

Word Count: 4465

A/n: So I finally decided to post the remaining chapters! I'll try to post the last chapters every 2 days!

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“I know this is not the best, but it’s safe. I guess it’s not something you guys do, hide and wait, but that’s what we need. Time.”

Pacing back and forth, Alec had his head up, turned to the right and then the left, green eyes looking everywhere. Like he didn’t have enough of what surrounded him and needed to see more and take pictures with his retinas to be sure to not miss a single detail. It was probably part of his training, memorizing the place he had to stay in before doing anything else. Finding any possible threats.

A good little soldier, Cordell thought. But as the thought passed his mind, Alec spoke and what he said surprised him.

“It’s nice here.”

After almost dying to X5-452, also known as Max, Cordell decided it was time to fight back. Before they got stuck in a corner surrounded by trained soldiers again, they had to land the first punch. But not now. Last time, they both almost died, it had to be planned and done correctly.

Before anything, they needed time. Time to heal, time to rest, and especially, time to gather his friends. One call to Garth and the hunter found them a safe cabin in the middle of nowhere in the forest. The cabinets were full of canned food, but unfortunately there was no electricity or hot water. No water at all, actually. But there was a lake not far from the house where they could bathe, and water bottles inside.

It was the closest safe place he could find them.

It was only temporary too, the time Garth could contact the others. Because with what Alec told Cordell, they would need as much help as possible. Cordell hated to involve his friends in his problem, but…

He couldn’t do it alone. They couldn’t do it alone. Why Alec looked so much like Dean would be hard to explain to a bunch of trained hunters, sure, but they would believe Cordell.

No, they would believe Sam.

“It’s not much,” Cordell brushed it off, limping towards the couch. Now that they were in a safe place, the adrenaline that used to course through his veins was gone and the pain of his injuries finally appeared. “But it’s safe.”

“Let me help-”

He felt the hands before the words hit his ears. But it didn’t matter, because his reaction was the same. “Don’t touch me.”

Rough and low, it was a warning. Cordell pushed back Alec’s hands and sat down by himself on the couch, sighing as it felt better now. Being electrocuted left a deep pain inside of him, accompanied with a strong, overpowering fatigue. Added to that, walking miles in the forest while it rained to reach the cabin…They were both drenched and exhausted.

Cordell glanced at Alec who was still standing in the middle of the room. The rain washed away the blood, and now he could see his injuries were mostly gone. There was still a bit of swelling where the bruises were supposed to be, but that was only that.

A memory tried to force itself into Cordell’s brain. He saw Dean, standing in front of his bed in another shady motel room, watching over Sam. His brother had more injuries than him, but still, Dean took care of him first. Always.

“At least, take a towel,” Alec said, a dry cloth in his hands. Cordell took it without saying anything and put it on his head to ruffle his hair. “Your clothes are drenched, I’m gonna go and look for something so you can change.”

The atmosphere was unpleasant. Awkward. They had to stick together, yeah. For survival. But there was more than that. The painful need to touch him, to feel his skin against his, his warmth, make sure he was really there… That he was still the Alec he fell in love with, it was poignant. Like his heart was being squashed in his chest.

Cordell wanted to stay mad at Alec. After all, he lied. He was supposed to kill him.

But… Cordell did the exact same thing.

The cabin was quite small. It shouldn’t take so much time for Alec to come back with clothes if he found some. A bit worried, Cordell didn’t hesitate and got on his feet. His legs were still weak and shaking as he took some steps towards the bedroom, the only other room besides the bathroom. It was how it was built, the living room took the same space as the kitchen. Then, a small hallway with two doors on each side, one being the bathroom and the other, the only bedroom. Cordell walked to the one Alec was probably in for the clothes. The door was ajar, so he pushed it open more, enough to see.

It was small. The bed was small, the room was small, and the person currently in it was small. A pinch to the heart, Cordell felt himself unable to move. What he was witnessing, he shouldn’t be watching it. It was private. It was a moment Alec needed, alone. And yet, even if he was frozen in front of the scene, Cordell had only one thing in mind… One thing he wanted to do so bad it hurt.

He wanted to walk in that room, sit down on the floor next to Alec, and let him cry against his chest.

But instead, Cordell stepped back slightly and put the door the way it was. Then, he walked back to the couch, sat down in the same position he was in, the towel around his shoulders, and waited for Alec to come back.

With everything he went through, seeing his former friend now enemy… It had to be hard for Alec. If what he said was true, and he had no doubt it was, Alec was close to Max before Manticore brainwashed her into a killer. He lost her friend. Watched her kill his friends, his family, one after the other. Got dragged back to Manticore, suffered the same thing as her, got tortured…

And now that he was out of the brainwash, he was being pursued again. The only thing that helped him go through all of that shit was him. Cordell. Sam.

Him.

Seeing Alec cry, sitting on the floor, his knees close to his body, it hurt. But it was to hear the suppressed sobs, almost feeling them himself, stuck, trying too hard to break free, shaking… It was too much. Sam could never support seeing his brother cry. Dean didn’t like others to see the tears he would shed, that was how they were raised by their fathers. But he was human, he still cried.

In all his life, Sam heard Dean sob maybe two times, one of them being when he confessed what he did in hell. It was painful to listen and watch the person he loved suffering…

Hearing Alec sob, cry, wail his inner pain, it broke Cordell. He wished he could take that pain away. Make things go better. Help him feel better. Alec could maybe heal his own physical injuries, it was harder to heal the soul. It was even harder to do it alone.

“Here,” a voice said suddenly, making Cordell jump. Lifting his head, he met Alec’s face. There was no trace of what he saw earlier, no tears on his cheeks, no red eyes, no sadness. It was in his veins, he knew how to hide his emotions well. The only time Cordell saw through that thick shell of the soldier he was, it was when he showed up unannounced at Alec’s place. And even then, it took Alec one quick shower to erase any trace of sadness and anger.

Cordell took the clothes Alec offered and also noticed he had changed. Alec was now wearing an oversize t-shirt and joggings that he had attached tightly around his waist to not lose them.

“I wonder who lived here before,” Cordell avoided the subject of what he saw in the room, looking at the clothes instead. “Garth is tiny, those can’t be his.”

He tried it too, to fake emotions in order to avoid talking about stuff he didn’t want to talk about. Cordell forced his lips up to smile, showing Alec he had no idea what took him so long in the room.

Cordell glanced at Alec to see if it worked. The shadow of a smirk appeared on his face. “An elephant, clearly. Are you hungry?”

The after taste of the canned soup stayed on his tongue for hours after they ate. But that wasn’t the worst, no.

It was the silence.

Once the task of eating something was done, there was nothing else to do. Quickly, the night filled the sky again, it’d been a whole day already since they escaped Max. And since there was no electricity, all they could use to light up the cabin were the couple of candles found in the kitchen.

Besides, the dark wasn’t the problem. It was rather the cold. Biting inside of his body, it felt like his insides were shaking. The cold was everywhere but it seemed to be stronger inside of him. Teeth clattering, Cordell tried to make himself silent in the living room, but he guessed Alec had super hearing with everything else Manticore gave him. Because it didn’t take much time before a shadow hovered above Cordell.

“I know you said I could keep the bedroom, but I can’t sleep with your teeth clashing together like that,” Alec said. He had one candle in his hand that was glowing some warmth in front of him.

“Well, f-fuck you,” Cordell answered, clutching the blanket closer to him.

Alec didn’t seem to take the insult personally, he even brushed it off as he got closer to Cordell, right in his personal space. And this time, when his hand touched Cordell, he let the gesture go without interrupting it. A warm hand settled on his forehead.

“You’re not burning, so no fever, that’s good,” Alec commented. It was too dark to see his face, but only his voice was enough for him to know he was sincerely concerned for his health.

“Awesome,” Cordell muttered, trying to hide how it made him feel. “Now you can go away.”

Closing his eyes, the hunter tried to find sleep again, maybe he could warm up during the night once he fell asleep. But movements alerted him and he half sat up on the couch to look around.

The candle was now on the small coffee table in front of the couch, the flame so small, it did nothing. And with him on the couch…

“You’re so stubborn,” Alec said, and without seeing him, Cordell knew he was rolling his eyes. Sitting down near his torso, Alec was trying to lay down in front of him.

“And I don’t want you here, fuck off!” Cordell tried to push the man away, but it was useless. Alec was stronger. All Cordell managed to do was grab the shirt and caused Alec’s scent to reach him.

Dean’s perfume was almost completely gone. Cordell could finally know what Alec's own smell was. And he preferred to have never known, cause now, he wanted more.

“If you want me to leave, you better be more persuasive, cause that is weak.” Alec took a pause in his words. “Listen. I have an accelerated metabolism, I can’t catch colds and my body heat is higher than normal. I only want to help you, I swear.”

The frustration only grew in Cordell. Because like always, Alec was right. Cordell didn’t want him to leave, he wanted to bring him closer, not push him away. He wanted his heat all for himself. He wanted to rip those oversize clothes from his body and be skin to skin with him.

And to resist in the dark was even harder. Since he couldn’t see, Cordell could only hear and feel… And the barrier between Alec and Dean was even slimmer now that fatigue was in the mixt.

Sam could never say no to Dean. Even if the word left his mouth, it would always mean the same thing. Yes. Yes to everything. So despite his mouth saying to fuck off, despite his hands trying to push him away, Alec layed down in front of Cordell on his side. In that position, Cordell was the big spoon and Alec’s heat warmed up the front of his body.

It felt right to be like that. With Alec in his arms. If felt right, like it was meant to be. It felt comfortable, but also painful. In the endless nights of chaos, Sam used to hold Dean in the same way. When they were in that bed together, the Winchester felt alone in the whole world. It was safe. They didn’t have to worry about the world when they were in each other’s arms during the night.

It was the same with Alec. It felt safe, warm, everything that Sam ever wanted to feel again since he lost Dean. Peace. But the peace was disturbed by so many other things running through his head, so many questions, fears and insecurities. Feelings were a tornado in his mind.

He loved him. But was it really love? Or was it his grief? Did he love him because he was him, or because he reminded him of a ghost of the past?

What was real between them? There were only lies. Liars. Cordell was a liar. Sam was a liar. The devil said it himself.

Liar.

They both lied. But they both felt it. There was something pure, twisted, painful between the two of them.

It was running and running and running through his head endlessly as Cordell slowly warmed up with Alec’s body heat. In front of them, the candle had died, bringing complete darkness in the room. And after a while, Cordell found his arms around Alec, holding him close.

His hold tightened. Impossibly closer. And when it was too much, Cordell pressed him even closer.

But he needed more, so he removed Alec’s shirt. But that still wasn't enough. Cordell removed his own shirt. The feeling of Alec’s back against his torso was good, burning strong, almost painfully. Like an extinct candle that would be lit up again, he felt the warmth bloom inside of him.

But it wasn’t enough. Like he read his mind, Alec removed his pants on his own. No words were exchanged as Cordell did the same to end up completely naked behind Alec. Skin on skin, they were now sweating and breathing fast, but still, none of them were talking.

It was almost as if both of them waited for the other’s approval before doing anything. Both wanted it, but both were afraid of doing it. It wasn’t the first time they did things like this, but it felt like it. Because now, they knew each other, they knew the truth. No more fooling around.

It was real. No more lies, no more masks, no more hidden identity.

It was Alec that did the first move. His skin was burning as he took Cordell’s hand, guiding it down until it was on his thigh. There, he left it, leaving the choice to Cordell. He could stop everything now, and tomorrow would resume as if nothing happened.

Or he could continue.

It hurt to do it. But it hurt even more to do nothing.

The grip on Alec’s tight got stronger, enough to leave bruises. It was okay.

If, when they arrived at the cabin, Alec would have told him they would be burning hot at the end of the day, Cordell wouldn’t have believed him.

And yet, burning hot was weak to describe how they were both feeling.

Pounding slowly inside of him, Cordell had a steady rhythm. But it wasn’t about speed or strength this time, it was about all the things they said but never listened. All the things they showed but never saw. All the things that were left behind, all the hidden feelings, everything.

Both arms were circling the smaller frame, holding him close to him. They were in the same position as when they laid down, but now, Cordell was deep inside of Alec, fucking him from behind slowly. It felt good, like they were doing it for the first time, discovering the other’s body, the other’s voice, the two of them alone in the middle of nowhere. It was intimate. Passionate.

Painful.

“Hmm!” Alec was moaning more and more now, he didn’t feel the need to hold back or fake it, it was true, and it was unique. It was his own moans, not something he would copy for his mission. It was his own pleasure he showed with no barriers. He wanted Cordell to know how much it felt good, how much he wanted this, how, all day, he held himself back from touching him and how hard it had been.

How scared he was of losing him.

“Fuck…” Cordell was cursing, groaning, panting. His body felt hot, it was so good to be in Alec again, connected so intimately to him. They were so close to each other, he was scared of losing him and didn’t want to hide it anymore. He loved Alec. For all the good and the bad reasons, he was in love with him. Even after the lies and with the danger lurking ahead, he loved him so much, he never wanted to be separated from him… Ever again.

They made love that night, exactly like the night after the carnival date. It was just even more real right now. They could die at any moment.

But there was more.

It was real because now, there were no more lies. Completely vulnerable to the other, naked, body and soul.

“I love you so much,” Cordell couldn't hold it back. The feelings were too strong in his body, and without even noticing, his movements got faster. “So.. So much…”

“I… Love you too…” The answer came immediately, and in the darkness of the room, Cordell could see Alec’s head turned back slightly like he was trying to see him.

He meant it. It was real.

Joy and love overflowed in Cordell’s body as he suddenly pulled out of Alec. The soldier let himself be manipulated and ended up under the ranger, on his back, and with no time to catch his breath, Cordell was inside of him again in that position.

“Say it again,” Cordell asked, moving at a quick pace. He could barely see in the darkness, but he wanted to do it face to face. He wanted to see and hear him say it as he made love to him.

“I love you,” Alec placed his hands on Cordell’s cheeks, inciting him to lower his face to him. When he was close enough, Alec pressed his lips to his and kissed him with a devouring passion. His arms circled Cordell’s neck as they kept kissing, and it didn’t take long for Cordell to climax, long moans of pleasure drowned against Alec’s lips. Once Cordell came, Alec broke the kiss to look at him again. “Say it again…”

Cordell didn’t hesitate. “I love you.”

Only hearing him say it sent a strong wave of arousal and love in Alec, and with the friction of their body, Alec reached his climax next. “God… Fuck,” Alec moaned, a big smile on his face. “I never felt that good in a long while… And not just because of the sex,” he hastened to add.

“I know, I feel the same.” A small pause in which Cordell hid his face against Alec’s neck, both of them hugging in silence. “It’s wrong. But at the same time, I can’t help but feel good. So, it has to be right somewhere, right?”

His voice was muffled against Alec’s neck, but he heard him all the same.

“It doesn’t have to be wrong for us.”

To that, Cordell could only nod.

The next day, they decided to go bath in the lake. It was warmer than the day before, but the water was freezing. Perfect way of waking up completely after a night more than perfect.

Cordell was scared things wouldn’t be the same when he woke up the next day. And he was right, nothing was the same, but it was for the best. They confessed their feelings, they loved each other. And that was all that mattered.

Cordell was finally done drying his hair and entered the cabin, the towel around his shoulders. “I’m quite hungry, I would kill for a good coffee, but I guess canned soup would do again today, right?”

Silence answered him. The cabin was small and Alec had super hearing, so there was no reason he didn’t hear him and didn’t answer.

“Alec?”

Worry filled Cordell immediately, the hunter and ranger instincts fighting each other inside of him. And when he didn’t find Alec in the kitchen, worry turned into fear.

“Alec!!”

Running, he made his way to the bedroom. Empty. Panic got stronger. The worse case scenario made his head spin as he burst into the bathroom.

And right there, his heart dropped.

“Alec!”

Cordell rushed to the tub where Alec was. Sitting down, he had his knees to his chest and was shaking uncontrollably. Sweat was running down his face and his eyes looked feverish when he glanced towards him.

“That’s not how I wanted you to discover this…”

“What the fuck is happening! I thought you couldn’t get sick!” Cordell placed a hand on Alec’s forehead, only to remove it immediately. “You’re burning! You need to go to the hospital, fuck Manticore!”

A hand grabbed Cordell’s wrists, stopping him immediately. “No, listen, Cordell,” Alec managed to say. The tremors were so bad and he looked in so much pain, panic turned into tears. Angry at his body to react that way right now, Cordell dried his eyes quickly. “It’s nothing, just… When they built us, the X5, they forgot something… Serotonin, we lack serotonin… Tryptophan can help…” the smile he forced on his face was so fake it hurt like a thousand knives in Cordell’s heart. “Guess we’re not perfect, heh?”

“Okay then I’ll go to the pharmacy for it!” Cordell was about to leave, but the grip on his wrist got stronger, preventing him from moving. “Let me go!”

“No, we can’t l-l-leave, it’s dangerous,” Alec insisted. “It’ll pass, it’s just a b-bad one… I p-promise.”

Cordell wanted to believe him. Wanted to believe it would pass, that he would feel better soon and get back to the cocky, arrogant Alec he loved. He wanted to believe it so bad.

But he wouldn’t get better without that tryptophan. Because last night, Alec wasn’t crying.

He was having a seizure just like this one and it was so bad he couldn’t hold back the whimper of pain.

His head was spinning so bad. Nausea filled his chest with an uncomfortable pain, it pressed and stabbed and burned. Everything was falling apart, he couldn’t think straight, and on the spot, Cordell didn’t know what tryptophan was. All he knew and all that mattered was the fact that it would only get worse until Alec had it.

That was Cordell’s mistake. His emotions got the upper hand, he let himself be controlled by them and forgot about important things. Like the fact he heard the name tryptophan, saw it somewhere before. He even had some on him, from Alec’s apartment.

“Okay,” Cordell nodded. “Let me just get you a glass of water, at least…”

Alec gazed deeply in Cordell’s eyes, looking for any lies that would be there. When he saw none, he let go of his wrist and watched him get up. “Come back quick, p-please,” he muttered as he left the bathroom.

Alec should have known. He couldn’t see it, because now, Cordell was a master at hiding his emotions and lying. But he should have known that after the night they spent together, he would not let him suffer, let alone die.

Alec heard his steps getting too far away, thanks to his super hearing. Panic seized him when he understood Cordell was leaving the cabin, and adrenaline did the rest, he managed to get out of the tub on shaky legs and walked to the outside.

The cabin was small, only a couple of steps were necessary before he was at the door. It was so small, his ears could capture the sounds of the outside and the voices talking. His brain just couldn’t assimilate what was going on, or why his body seemed to be walking under water. His limbs were so heavy, shaking, painful, the door seemed so far away, but finally, Alec reached it.

The door was wide open.

And finally, his eyes caught up with his hearing.

A strong explosion blew off right in front of him, making him lose balance and fall on the floor. A wall of heat filled his sight in orange, and through the flames and the chaos, he could see him.

Motionless on the ground, he was now only a dark spot in the bright light that was growing as the fire ate the trees and the grass.

“CORDELL!”

Cordell didn’t answer. Because Cordell was that burnt body laying down on the ground. The corpse of Alec’s bike was right next to him, the metal bent under the heat of the fire.

There was no way he survived that.

But Alec didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t lose Cordell. He couldn’t. It was just a bad dream, he would wake up in his arms, and they would go in the lake again, and his seizures would stop quickly. And then, his friends would arrive and help them beat Manticore.

Alec started crawling towards him, towards the fire, and he didn’t care about getting burnt. He had to get to him, save him, even if there was nothing to save. Maybe seeing Cordell would wake him up?

But it wasn’t a dream.

In the middle of the blaze, walking through the flames unburnt, there was someone heading his way. Alec knew who it was, of course, it could only be her. She probably found them immediately, but waited for the right moment to be sure to hurt him. Waited, observed, and put that bomb in Alec’s bike… Activating the device only when Alec would be watching.

And it worked. Because when Max lifted Alec to get him back to Manticore, he didn’t even move or try to fight.

He was dragged past Cordell’s corpse, his eyes not leaving him until he was out of sight.

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FANFICTION FRIDAYS

This week I moved the # from 32 to 38.

Here are my picks for Dec 13th 2024, please go give them a read:

Baby it's Cold by @winchestergirl2 - Alec tries to convince you to stay in bed. (Alec McDowell x Reader, Dark Angel)

Mechanic and Mistletoe by @deanwanddamons - Y/N, an ER nurse is driving home to her Mom on Christmas Eve. Her car breaks down on the side of the road. She calls Winchester Singer Autos and Bobby sends Dean to help her. Will she make it to her Mom in time for Christmas? And will she get back home in time for her shift on Boxing Day? (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader, Supernatural) Father Material by @wayward-dreamer - Curiosity from the public and media has Ben expressing his dream to be a father. Y/N wants to make his dream a reality. (Soldier Boy x Female!Reader, The Boys)

Before You Go by @lamentationsofalonelypotato - You thought you had it all figured out, but when a certain green-eyed stranger keeps showing up in your life and turns it upside down you wonder if it’s best to push him away or if you should let him in. Reader is a grad student in medical school that doesn’t know anything about the supernatural world. This is just a collection of one-shots that all take place in the same world. (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader, Supernatural) Smokey Snuggles, Zero Struggles by @syrma-sensei - Request: laying in his arms while he smokes (Soldier Boy x Reader, The Boys)

Unresolved by @nightxcreature - Reader finds Demon Dean on a hunt, but maybe she shouldn't have. (Demon!Dean x Reader, Supernatural) You Belong With Me by @justwhisperingfantasies - You're in love with your best friend, but he is with someone else. You try to move on when the new cute guy in town asks you on a date. (Beau Arlen x Reader, Big Sky) Wake Up Call by @zepskies - Sam often gets up before you in the morning. He enjoys luring you into the waking world. (Sam Winchester x Female!Reader, Supernatural)

Question...? by @collecting-stories - After leaving your home in Boston for a new life, a ghost from the past rolls into the same place and you can’t shake the feelings you once had for him. (Tom Davidson x Reader, Walker: Independence) Little Soldier by @lila-lou - Ben’s approach to parenting is all grit and discipline, just like the way his own father raised him. But with a little nudge from you, he starts to see that being a good dad is more than just teaching strength—it’s about showing love too. (Soldier Boy x Reader, The Boys)

One Time Thing by @bullet-prooflove - This thing between the two of you was just meant to be a one time thing. (Cordell Walker x Reader, Walker) Where the love light leads by @elizabethwritesmen - in high school, steve and y/n were the best of friends. now, she’s moved back to hawkins, and he hasn’t seen her since her graduation 7 years before. (Steve Harrington x Reader, Stranger Things)

Countdown by @quietlyimplode (Clintasha, MCU) Sunshine by @sethsclearwater - the (very) popularly requested sam uley smut (Sam Uley x Reader, Twilight) Rising Up by @waynes-multiverse - On a hunt, Dean’s girlfriend gets him into trouble in an underground fight club. (Dean Winchester x Reader, Supernatural)

Lucy Gives Up by @jayankles - When Y/N’s trusty car breaks down things get a little steamy so she takes Wanda to place hidden between overgrown grass. (Wanda Maximoff x Powered!Reader, MCU) Cute When You’re Jealous by @rootedinrevisions - Glen misses out on an event the two of you had planned to go to together. So a friend takes you instead, but it leaves Glen feeling a little jealous. (Glen Powell x Reader, RPF) Assistance by @ohsc (Sam Winchester x Female!Reader, Supernatural)

Tuesday’s Gone by @pamwritessometimes - When the police does little to no help to find your missing daughter, you are forced to contact Colter Shaw. What you don’t expect is how his investigation will reveal secrets about both your past and your daughter’s, in ways you never imagined. (Russell Shaw x Reader, Tracker) fill me with colour; paint me blue by @vampiredaisiesss - it had become your routine. you’d sit in a shitty motel room, researching while the boys handled the monsters. and when the rough patch of the hunt was over, dean winchester would come seeking solace in your arms. (Dean Winchester x Reader, Supernatural)

Imagine recognizing the faith healer, Sister Jo, as your old friend, Anael by @supernaturaloneshots (Anael x Reader, Supernatural) Georgia Peach by @stxrrylunatic - You are a local journalist for the Oklahoman covering the multiple twister converge over central Oklahoma. Crossing paths with the adrenaline chasing and charming Tyler Owens was not in your agenda. Long story short: He finds you to be the sweetest peach in town. (Tyler Owens x Female!Reader, Twisters)

Lookin' At the Stars by @kaleldobrev - Beau takes you and your daughter out on a special family date to look at the night sky (Beau Arlen x Mom!Reader, Big Sky) Beneath Some Old Moon by @batsycline69 - After a close call with the Two Face Gang, you offer your savior–the mysterious Crusader–some hospitality. (Cowboy!Bruce Wayne x Reader, DCU)

Choices by @andreafmn - After the snap (Y/N) and Steve decided to shift their friendship into a romantic relationship. After the Battle of Earth, and Thanos’s ultimate defeat, Steve had to travel back in time to return the stones, but what (Y/N) doesn’t know is he’s not returning. The man leaves to his best friend the hard task to break the news to his lover. But what will happen if Steve returns in an unexpected manner? (Steve Rogers x Female!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, MCU) Duty by @asongofmarvelanddc - Y/N Myrrton is set to marry the King in the North, Robb Stark. Unfortunately, they’re both in love with other people. (Robb Stark x Reader, Game of Thrones) Neighbors With Benefits by @joelswritingmistress (Joel Miller x Reader, The Last of Us) Let it Snow by @nesillia - Day 4 of the Christmas advent (Negan Smith x Female!Reader, The Walking Dead)

Rescue Me by @caplanbuckybarnes - you vowed to rescue Bucky. No matter what it took (Bucky Barnes x Reader, MCU) Partners in Crime by @xoxo-author (Joe Velasco x Female!Reader, Law & Order: SVU) Her Little Stark by @insomniakisses (Cersei Lannister x Reader, Game of Thrones) These Bruises Make For Better Conversation by @bullet-prooflove (Ryan x Reader, Yellowstone) Breaking at the Seams by httplilyyy - sometimes even the strongest people need a break (Sam Carpenter x Reader, Scream) His Games: A Prequel by @foreverlilaclies (Shane x Rick, The Walking Dead) NSFW Alphabet: Leah Clearwater by @ineedmorefanfics (Twilight) Operation Christmas Couple by @janicho88 - Some of the cast members of Supernatural have been watching the interaction of two close friends around each other. Neither one will admit to there being anything more between them. With the most magical season of the year upon them, what better time to open their eyes? Brianna and the girls, along with some help from Jared have come up with just the way to accomplish that. But are Jensen and the reader going to cooperate, or are they going to foil their plans? (Jensen Ackles x Reader, RPF) Sweet Dreams by @luci-in-trenchcoats - After watching a horror movie at Jensen’s place one night, the reader can’t sleep and Jensen tries to help her get a restful night… (Jensen Ackles x Reader, RPF)

'Twas the Night... by @zepskies - Dean listens, sometimes when you least expect it. This year, Christmas begins to become something new for both of you. (Dean Winchester x Reader, Supernatural)

And please don’t forget when you come across any and all creative content on here:

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#fanfiction fridays #december 13th 2024

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figthoughts · 2 months ago

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heat - alec mcdowell 18+

warnings: smut, (alec x gf!reader)

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your body physically ached as you looked over at your boyfriend. you could feel the frustration boiling through your veins, making it virtually impossible to think about anything other than getting your pussy fucked.

you were in heat.

the absolute worst part of your feline dna. it was almost painful how desperate you were to get off and find relief.

alec was sat on the opposite end of the sofa, watching the tv, seemingly oblivious to your little problem. how could he have no idea about the frustration that coursed through your body? why couldn’t he tell you were a little… stiff?

all you could do was press your thighs together and keep your mouth shut, trying not to moan or make any inappropriately forward comments towards him.

it was embarrassing going through your heat cycle. of course, alec had feline dna mixed into his genetic cocktail too, but he just didn’t get it. he wasn’t a woman. the pain and ache that thudded between your legs every time you looked at a man, let alone your sex-god boyfriend. it was painful.

you sighed and let your mind drift off to the idea of alec bending you over and- wait, focus! no, don’t focus on him… or his hands. oh my god, his hands… no! but look at his thighs… fuck, you’d just like to-

“you alright?”

alec’s soft voice snapped you out of your trance. fuck. did he catch you staring?

you cleared your throat, “yeah, course.”

you glanced up at him with a forced smile, your eyes finding his piercing green ones. you watched them narrow, almost as if he was studying you.

“really? cause you look kinda… uncomfortable,” he chuckled smoothly and smirked.

“no- uh- just… just fidgety,” you nodded slowly.

“yeah, i can see that, babe. you keep staring,” he grinned and turned his body in your direction, “what’s the matter?”

you groaned almost silently. look away, please, look away! was all you could think. you were about five seconds away from jumping on him.

“nothing!” you replied a little too quickly. you turned your head to look at the tv, averting your gaze. you couldn’t hold on for much longer, not when he was looking at you like that with his big plump lips and those flirtatious eyes and that big dumb grin on his face.

“baby,” he laughed, “i can tell something’s wrong. you look like you’re gonna explode. did i do something… say something?”

alec moved closer to you on the couch. you had to hold in another groan. don’t come closer, god…

“no, nothing…” you mumbled and kept your eyes on the tv.

alec furrowed his brows, his signature smirk still stuck on his face, “so if i’m not in the doghouse… then it’s what, babe?”

you bit your lip and bounced your leg. you couldn’t look at him. not right now.

alec moved his hand to your knee, a seemingly normal gesture between the both of you, but in your current state… god.

“baby, talk to me?” he murmured and squeezed your thigh. he shifted closer to you again.

alec felt your body tense up as he neared closer to you. his brows furrowed and the smirk turned into a soft smile.

“come on, baby. talk to m-”

“alec, if you don’t remove that hand from me right now, i’m going to lose it,” you said lowly, turning your head to face him. your breath hitched as soon as his eyes locked onto yours.

oh, fuck.

“wha-”

you leaned forward and smashed your lips against his with pure desperation. alec laughed and let you push him back onto the couch, your legs moving to straddle him.

his arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you closer to him, enjoying your sudden mood switch. he grinned as you moaned loudly into his mouth and started grinding against his thigh.

alec squeezed your ass and broke the kiss, “oh, this is why you’re so fidgety, baby? so needy and-”

you didn’t have time for this. no time to talk. your cunt ached and your entire body felt like it was on fire. the last thing you needed was small talk.

you shut him up with another kiss, finding his lips again with such force. your hands moved themselves straight to the waistband of his sweatpants, before diving in and finding his length.

alec chuckled breathily and looked down at your hand desperately pumping his semi-hard cock in his boxers, “babe- babe! slow down… don’t you want this to be a little romantic?”

your eyes snapped up to his. he dropped the smirk and gave you a quizzical look as he saw the sheer desperation in your expression. alec’s face softened and he nodded. without saying anything, he picked you up and carried you effortlessly into your bedroom.

he laid you down on the bed and crawled on top of you, your arms instantly wrapping around his body like a koala, your cunt grinding against him in desperate need of friction and your mouth attaching itself to his neck.

alec grinned, “oh, you need me so bad, don’t you?”

you whimpered and pulled your face back to look at him. your face hardened involuntarily, “need you inside me now, alec. stop fucking around,” you groaned and started tugging his shirt off.

he laughed again, highly amused by your no-bullshit attitude. he wasn’t mad at it, he liked seeing you acting so desperately for once.

he flung his shirt off with a smirk and looked down at your flustered state as you eyed him like a piece of meat. his hands moved down and found the hem of your shirt. you sat up a little and he pulled it off you, discarding it on the floor with his.

alec leaned back down and pressed soft kisses along your jawline and down your neck, leaving pink little marks scattered across your skin.

you groaned loudly and pushed him back, “no. i said i need you inside me. now, alec,” you almost commanded, your hormones making you so unashamedly needy.

alec laughed and raised his hands, “alright, alright. if you wanna play, we can play,” he smirked and yanked your pyjama shorts down.

you let out a huff you didn’t realise you were holding in as you watched him throw your shorts and panties behind him carelessly.

“oh, sweetheart,” he chuckled and rubbed a finger along your pussy, “you’re so wet.”

you scoffed and scowled, “can you just fuck me already? i’m- ugh!”

alec lifted his finger to his lips and cleaned off your arousal, “mmm. patience, my sweet girl.”

“patience…? alec!” you whined his name. you could feel your pussy throbbing, your walls achingly desperate to be wrapped around him.

he chuckled again with such a damn smug expression and it pissed you off.

“now or no blowjobs for a month.”

his eyes widened in actual concern.

“fuck, okay,” alec began pushing down his sweatpants and boxers, letting himself spring free.

your lips parted as you saw his cock bounce against his stomach. you involuntarily let out a moan, which made alec grin and move back over to you.

“say please,” he teased.

you groaned, “please. please just fuck me, alec. baby, i need you so bad it hurts.”

alec grinned again, moving his hand to his cock. he jerked himself real slow, letting you watch as the precum pooled at his head. he saw the hunger in your eyes, your pink swollen lips still parted as your breath hitched.

he leaned over you and lifted your thighs, wrapping them around his waist. you whimpered and locked your ankles together, as if to say ‘you’re stuck here now, you have to fuck me’.

alec positioned his member at your entrance, his tip brushing against you teasingly. you let out a whine and smacked his shoulder, “alec!”

he smirked and slowly pushed himself inside you, inch by inch. he could feel you clenching around him, the warm tightness of your pussy welcoming him in.

you gasped as he bottomed out, his tip hitting your cervix. alec watched your face with his signature smirk. he loved it. no matter how many times you’re together, he always loved seeing that face of yours. the one where you feel him fill you up completely. the one where you’re stretched out and feeling his cock pound against your cervix.

he slowly pulled his hips back, taking a moment before shoving his cock back into you and finding his rhythm. his movements were slow and almost teasing. you whined again and pulled him down to you, his chest pressed against your tits.

“faster... and harder,” you begged with your face scrunched as you clung to him, his eyes locked on you as he moved.

alec let out a huff of air in amusement as he sped up, “okay, baby.”

his cock slammed into you as your walls wrapped tightly around him. you watched his face contort as you clenched around his member. the room filled with groans and grunts, and the lewd sound of your skin meeting.

your pussy still ached as he stretched it out though, you needed more. you needed as much as you were physically able to take.

“a-alec… need more,” you breathed out as you clung to him, your arms wrapped around his neck.

he lifted his head and looked down at your face, his breathing laboured as he thrusts, “more? okay, i got you.”

alec’s fingers moved to your swollen, sensitive clit, rubbing rough circles. your hips jerked up as you whined and dropped your head back into the pillow.

“fuck- that’s it…. don’t- mmm, god- don’t stop, baby- i- mmm…” you rambled on in ecstasy, the ache in your pussy finally started to dull down as it was replaced by extreme pleasure.

this is what you had been aching for.

“fuuuuck, babe. you’re fuckin’ squeezing me so tight,” alec groaned, dropping his forehead to yours and shutting his eyes.

you felt his warm breath on your lips as he huffed with every thrust. your lips parted and desperately searched for his. you couldn’t get enough of him.

alec leaned down and connected your lips, letting his tongue tangle with yours. you moaned and whimpered into his mouth as his fingers sped up on your clit.

he broke the kiss and he rested his forehead against yours again, “mmm, you feel incredible, baby.”

you scrunched your face and let out a deep moan. alec moved his lips down to your neck, gently biting and sucking on your favourite sensitive little spots. you couldn’t help the moans and sighs that left your lips.

“mmm… alec, so good… so close…”

you felt him smile against your neck and his fingers sped up on your pussy. the knot in your stomach tightened as he thrusted even harder into your cunt, his tip slamming against your cervix.

white hot pleasure washed over you as you came on his cock, your walls fluttering around him, earning little grunts from alec against your neck as he felt you squeezing him.

your groans were so loud and whimpery. you could feel yourself gushing on his length. it felt so good, you were nearly seeing stars.

your head lazily bounced on the pillow at his thrusts and you let your eyes flutter shut, enjoying the feeling of your boyfriend finally being balls deep in you after yearning for him all day.

alec suddenly pulled away from your neck and looked down at you, slowing his thrusts, “babe, flip over,” he ordered.

he pulled himself out and you let out a whine in protest, immediately missing the feeling of him inside you. he waited for you to flip over onto your stomach, before grabbing you quickly by the hips and pulling your ass up.

you grinned lazily into the sheets, letting him manhandle you however he wanted. he positioned you to his liking before slipping his cock back into your pussy.

“ohhh, fuck,” you whined, feeling his tip brush against your gspot as he slowly started to thrust. his cock felt unbelievably good.

“how’s that, angel?” alec cooed and grabbed a handful of your ass, squeezing it roughly.

“mmm, s-so good… harder please,” you begged, moaning into the sheets.

alec chuckled breathily, slamming into you harder and faster, “there we go, baby. you’re taking me so well.”

his hands kept squeezing your ass and the sound of his skin meeting yours filled the room. you arched your back, desperate for his cock to keep slamming into your gspot harder.

“so pretty, baby. such a pretty girl. my pretty girl,” he spoke softly and slightly laboured.

alec landed a smack on your ass and you let out a yelp. your pussy clenched around him as the coil in your stomach tightened.

he chuckled as his cock twitched inside you. his hand came down on your ass again with another loud smack.

“fuck!” you cried out softly, feeling the sting. alec’s hand rubbed over the reddening skin.

“s’alright, baby. relax for me,” he grunted. his movements into your cunt sped up even more, his tip now slamming against your gspot. thank god- no, thank manticore for his superhuman genetics.

you whined and cried into the sheets, feeling your orgasm building. your pussy squeezed around alec’s cock as he slid in and out.

the noises and words that left his mouth were filthy and so, so damn sexy. you could tell he was close. and it only made your pussy clench harder around him.

“f-fuuuck… gonna cum, baby,” he groaned out.

you whimpered and nodded into the sheets as your neared your own orgasm. you were so fucking close.

alec’s hand landed a smack on your ass again, earning another yelp from you. your walls squeezed around him and he groaned loudly, his thrusts quickening into a sloppy mess.

alec hit his climax and he shot his thick warm ropes of cum into your cunt, painting your walls white as he grumbled and moaned behind you, his hands desperately squeezing your ass.

“fuuuuck…” he groaned.

the feeling of him filling you up set off your own release, the coil snapping again in your stomach. your pussy clenched around him like crazy as you melted into the bed.

“mmm…. god, alec! fuuuck!” you moaned, your voice muffled by the sheets.

alec’s breath was laboured. he slowed down his thrusts, still gently fucking you through your orgasm as you melted beneath him. he watched you lovingly as you came undone.

“such a good girl,” he commented, “you’re so fucking good… feel fucking amazing, baby.”

you chuckled breathily into the mattress and smiled at his words as you tried to catch your breath, your pussy still gently fluttering around his softening cock.

“t-that was-” you began.

“yeah…” he laughed slightly. his movements came to a still and he sighed, a big dopey grin grew on his face, “we gotta fuck like that more often.”

you hummed in response and gently turned to look at him. alec pulled out of your cunt and grinned as his cum slowly poured out of you, a sight he never misses whenever you two get intimate.

“my girl,” he hummed, “stuffed full of my cum.”

you rolled your eyes playfully as he grinned at you, “mhm, as always.”

alec laughed and spanked your ass again, though much gentler this time. he rubbed over the place he just smacked and sat up properly with a fond smile on his face.

“cm’ere, baby. we’ll clean up later,” alec said breathily and laid against the headboard, his arms pulling you to him.

you let him pull you against him and he kissed your temple, “you feeling better?”

you nodded and relaxed in his arms, “yeah, so much better.”

“mmm, could tell you needed a good fuck,” he grinned as you rested your head on his chest, his hand coming to play with your hair.

“oh, yeah?” you scoffed softly.

“oh, i know you’re in your heat cycle, baby. i can smell it,” he laughed with his signature shit-eating grin back on his face.

you scoffed again, “that’s disgusting.”

“yeah, but it’s true. it’s in my dna. i can always tell when you’re like this. i was just waiting to see how long you’d take to crack.”

“oh, you jerk!” you lightly smacked his chest and lifted your head to look at him, “why didn’t you help me earlier?”

“s’kinda fun to see you bouncing around the place, too embarrassed to just ask for my cock,” he smirked down at you, his hand still in your hair.

“oh, shut up,” you smiled and rolled your eyes.

A/N: oh my goddd finally finished this. i hope u enjoyed!! i lowkey loved writing this even tho it took so long !!!! ugh anyways alec is so fine #needthat

feedback and requests are welcome and encouraged!! <3

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lovedahlia · 1 month ago

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a peek into my drafts / to do list:

single dad!dean (its angsty & long & neverending im so sorry ahead of time)

diet pepsi bonnie!reader & clyde!dean

runaway!angel and dean

dove & dean angst also sorry

breeding partner!alec mcdowell

something with ben mcdowell bc I LOVE HIM. HE'S MY NUMBER ONE I CAN FIX HIMMM

a john b & jj smut i honestly forgot i was going to write PLSSS

also always aftercare & reaper stuff yea yea it'll come when i stop thinking ab dean in my drawls ok

if there's anything u wanna see first... lmk i'll prioritize it < 3 as always thank u for reading what i write & also for being patient w me and my unpredictable writing schedule

#dolly's yapping #to do list #drafts #fic updates #i'm half asleep sry idk what else to tag it

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spn-fanfic-reblog-writes · 8 months ago

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Coming soon 2.0 (not in order)

What am I working on? Let’s see. 👇

Want me to write more? Let me know. Please leave a comment or reblog and tell me in your post. I look forward hearing from you! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Castiel

Angel!Castiel x Hunter!gn!Reader, “Surprise Me”, Ch. 2, rated T (currently)

Dean

Vampire!Dean x Girlfriend!Female!Reader, Modern AU, rated E for blood drinking and smut

RPF

Actor!Jensen x Actor!Female!Reader, Spn AU (Canon Divergent), Strangers to Friends to Lovers, rated E for smut

Dark Angel

Alec McDowell x Bartrender!gn!Reader, “Crush” series, meet ugly, roommates, rated M or E for implied or eventual smut

Sam

Hunter!Psychic!Sam x Bar Owner!Psychic!Female!Reader, Bar AU, Strangers to Lovers, Canon Divergent, rated M or Em for implied or eventual smut

Destiel (Cas x Dean)

Destiel x Reader, “Two Men and a Virgin”, Neighbors AU,

Soldier Boy (Bingo)

Soldier Boy ficlet, rated M for discussion of being a camboy

Request (Prize from @spnfanficpond)

Dean/Ketch/Gadreel and Emma fic, Modern AU, rated M for hot naked body description🤤, Daddy/Fluff fic

#coming soon #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #spn #destiel #deancas #casdean

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chevroletdean · 1 month ago

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Jacklesverse Bingo 2024 ── ✮⋆˙

Very hyped for the @jacklesversebingo challenge! <3

This Masterlist is still a WIP and will be updated regularly (summaries and stuff will be added and might undergo changes). Every work will be linked here after it is posted.

⚠️ Works marked with an *asterisk will include 18+/smut content. Always read the warnings, please. ⚠️

Prompt: "I don't want to find out what I would do if I lost you." Pairing: MOC!Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader Summary: (⚠️ season 9-10 spoilers ⚠️) As his nightmares get worse, Dean realizes he’s turning into something he’s terrified of; he needs his girlfriend to promise him something. Type: Chapter 1 of the "Tainted" Series

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Prompt: Forgotten Birthday Pairing: Alec McDowell x GN!Reader Summary: Alec is new to the concept of birthdays, considering he doesn’t even really have one himself. When his s/o is sulky all day, he’s confused, until their friends throw them a surprise party and he realizes he has messed up big time. Type: One-Shot

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Prompt: "Of course, you're good enough, you idiot." Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC Summary: Dean came up with 'The Bunker Ranking' to motivate their group of hunters. A little competition never hurt anybody, right? It was how he first met her, after all. Type: Part 2 of the "Ambitious" Mini-Series

Prompt: Work Adversaries Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC Summary: It seems like the Winchesters have found themselves a rival. A mysterious huntress is one step ahead of them, whatever case they’re working on. While she’s a thorn in his side, who is Dean to say no to a challenge? Type: Part 1 of the "Ambitious" Mini-Series

Prompt: Character A has to pick up Character B from the police station Pairing: TBA Summary: TBA Type: TBA

Prompt: Sensory Deprivation* Pairing: TBA Summary: TBA Type: TBA

Prompt: The Blade of a Knife Glinting in the Moonlight Pairing: Demon!Dean x Fem!Reader Summary: (⚠️season 9-10 spoilers ⚠️) Although they’ve brought Dean back to the bunker, the problem remains. His demonic side has taken over. Can they find a cure for the curse before things escalate? Type: Chapter 3 of the "Tainted" Series

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Prompt: Biting* Pairing: MOC!Dean x Reader Summary: (⚠️season 9-10 spoilers ⚠️) The Mark of Cain is like an itch that needs to be scratched. Most of the times it calls for blood. Other times it's hungry for a taste of something else. Type: Part of the "Tainted" Series

Prompt: "If you want something, then ask for it."* Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Reader Summary: People dance attendance on him all the damn time, so why can't you? He's Soldier Boy, America's Greatest Hero, and he's used to taking what he wants. Type: TBA

#jacklesversebingo24 #jacklesversebingo24 masterlist #dean winchester x reader #alec mcdowell x reader #soldier boy x reader #supernatural x reader #the boys x reader #dark angel x reader #divider by enchanthings #chevroletdean writes

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deansbite · 2 months ago

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　❜𓏲　　 alec mcdowell　　 𓎟𓎟

⠀hey there !! this is a masterlist of a specific ⠀character, in this case, alec mcdowell. my ⠀fanfics will have authours notes & warnings as ⠀to what will be in the fics ! i am not responsible ⠀for what any of you decide to read. anywho, if ⠀you like my writing, i’d appreciate feedback or ⠀even a reblog. happiest of reading to you guys !!

🎸 „ fluff 📻 „ smut 🎙️ „ angst

stories are on their way . .

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zepskies · 11 months ago

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Being Human - Part 3

Pairing: Alec McDowell x F. Reader

AN: Remember that in this point in the season, we're in the year 2020 (DA season 2 was released in 2001). And we're about to dive into some rocky waters...

Chapter Summary: The weight of Alec’s secret is starting to create fractures. Because now, you have a secret of your own.

Song Inspo: “Attention” by Avant (ft. Snoop Dog)

Word Count: 4,400

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! For smut, elements of mate claiming, fluff, angst, perilous situations, and a cliffhanger...

💜 Series Masterlist

Part 3: Complications

These are the nights you live for.

The gang’s all here at Crash. You’re accompanied by Max, Logan, Original Cindy, and a fruity cocktail Alec got for you. Though you roll your eyes at the way your boyfriend is trying to hook people into playing a game of pool with him, clearly so he can hustle them. The man has freakish skills.

He’s already won two or three paychecks’ worth off Sketchy, who bows out by necessity.

“Come on. Anyone, anyone! Step right up and test your skills!” Alec calls throughout the back of the bar.

“Babe, would you give it up?” you say, even though you’re smiling. “No one wants to get swindled.”

He turns to you, zeroing in with a flirtatious grin.

“Want to try your hand, sweetheart?” he asks.

You snort. “I think not.”

“Aw, come on. We don’t even have to play for cash. How about sexual favors?” he offers. The more he thinks about it, the more he likes that idea, with a growing smile. His gaze locks on yours.

“I wouldn’t even mind losing,” he says, giving you a cocky wink.

You smile, fighting a blush. Max and Cindy roll their eyes. Logan ducks his head in amusement.

“That white boy nonsense actually works on you?” Cindy asks.

You take a decided sip of your cocktail in lieu of answering.

In the end, Logan steps up to the plate, to much cajoling. When he actually wins, Alec is forced to accept a bruised ago as he forks over $50.

You beckon him over and he joins your half-booth table. You lean against him after he slides in behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist. He presses a kiss to the side of your head, and you know he doesn’t care all that much about the game.

You all cut up as usual for a while, laughing and telling stories from the day of package slinging. Logan patiently listens to all of you Jam Pony alumni commiserating over how each of you would choose to prank Normal (if there were no repercussions). Sketchy ends up with the best idea: putting super glue in the glue stick the man uses on his hair.

When the laughter dies down, Alec offers to buy the next round of beer. He often does, you’ve noticed; he’s a generous person, whether he thinks of himself that way or not. Logan gets up to join him at the bar, wanting to chip in for the pitcher with his “new winnings.”

You shake your head at that. Alec’s pride probably won’t allow competition from Logan for a second time tonight.

“We’re about to be short-staffed again,” says Cindy, earning your attention. “Jenny got knocked up.”

Max’s brows raise, while you give a happy clap and a sound of excitement.

“Oh, good for her! She and Carlos have been trying for months.”

“Hmph. That is one thing I’m not envious of,” Cindy says.

“No kids on your wishlist?” you ask.

“Not a chance, boo,” she replies.

You turn to Max next. “Are you in Miss Anti-Family’s camp too?”

“Hey, ain’t nobody said I’m anti-family,” Cindy cut in. “I believe it comes in all shapes and sizes, and they don’t gotta be your blood.”

You take a moment to think about what she’s saying, and you conceded with a nod and a smile.

“Fair enough, OC. You’ve got it right,” you gestured at her with the hand that held your drink. She clinks her half-empty beer with your glass. Both of you then turn to Max with expectant gazes, still waiting on her answer.

“I’m not into all that domestic stuff, really,” she says. Though her gaze drifts toward Logan, who’s still arguing with Alec at the bar. “My life’s complicated enough.”

Cindy snorts into her glass. You don’t quite get it; maybe because you don’t really know Max all that well, for how often you guys hang out. It’s like she keeps you at an arm’s length. It hurts you sometimes, when you see how close she is with Cindy, but you suppose it’s her right to keep her circle small.

The world’s become a lot tougher after the Pulse. The more people know about you, the more they can use it against you. That’s why finding people you can trust, and even love, is all the more precious.

You glance over at the bar again, where Logan and Alec have seemed to come to a consensus. (Logan’s bowed out of paying for beer.) Alec has a victorious little smile on his face. He looks over, as if sensing your gaze, and he shoots you a wink. Your smile grows.

Meanwhile, Max and Cindy watch you with twin looks of wry amusement.

“So you want the family package, huh?” Cindy asks.

You twirl your straw around your glass.

“I haven’t thought all that hard about it, but…I wouldn’t mind, with the right person.”

Max chortles, pointing a finger towards the bar. “You think that’s Alec?”

Cindy’s brows furrow slightly as she shoots her friend a warning look. You bite your lip and look down at your drink.

“Now’s not the right time but, maybe someday,” you reply.

Later that night, you treat yourself to a bath in Alec’s apartment. The heater here is amazing. His place is so spacious, with a huge TV in the living room worthy of his obsession with cartoons and soap operas.

He has another one in the bedroom, where he’s made himself comfortable watching some old sitcom.

When you eventually get out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around you, Alec is predictably glued to the TV. You don’t even think he’s noticed you when you walk by him to grab the change of clothes from your overnight bag, but he pulls you into his lap before you can get dressed.

“Why the hell do you need clothes?” he says, stealing a kiss. “Those cumbersome things.”

You giggle, and he smiles against your lips. He rolls you underneath him on the bed and you help divest him of his clothes, down to his boxer briefs. He’s in a good mood tonight, you can tell.

He takes one corner of your towel and peels it off you slowly, until your body is bare for his gaze. His eyes take in every inch of you before they make it back to your lightly blushing face.

He smiles, and he takes down the messy bun from your head to have your hair fanning wildly across his pillows. Your hands move across his chest and further down, but he puts a stop to your exploration. He grasps your wrists and pins them down to the bed with a strength you can’t escape.

You raise your brows. “Alec?”

“Trust me,” he says, dipping down to kiss your neck. “Let me take care of you tonight.”

You suck in a breath. Far be it from you to argue with that.

“Is this one of those sexual favors?” you tease.

He laughs against your skin. “You’re about to find out.”

Then his mouth drifts away from your neck, burning a hot, wet trail across your dewy skin. He finds his way between your breasts, before he lavishes attention to each one. While his tongue swirls around one pert bud, he rolls the other under his thumb and pinches just hard enough to elicit a gasp from you.

Your back arches off the bed a bit; your fingers rake through his sandy hair, clenching whenever he finds a sensitive spot. Both your grip and your voice spur him on, letting him know he’s in the right direction.

You don’t know this, of course, but before a few months ago, he wasn’t so well-versed in this arena. He’s learned his way down a woman’s body with much practice. And he’s come to find that every one of them is different, each with their own set of tells, as he likes to call them.

For example, he knows that even you don’t mind it fast and rough, you prefer it slow, like this. You like a full work up, with his lips dragging down below your navel and his thumbs guiding your knees open, so he can slot himself between your legs.

Already you’re breathing deeper as he makes his way down, pressing open-mouthed kisses down the inside of your left thigh. His tongue licks a languid stripe up the seam of your pussy.

“Alec,” you whine, like you want him to speed up the pace. Maybe you do, but all he gives you is a smirk from between your legs.

“Patience is a virtue,” he teases.

You huff and will yourself to be virtuous, closing your eyes with deep breaths. “Please…”

He chuckles. “I gotcha, baby. Don’t worry.”

His hand slides up your lower belly, both to comfort you and to hold you down. You cover his hand with yours, but your nails soon dig into his skin as his fingers deftly slip past your folds and find your entrance.

“Already drenched for me, I see,” he remarks approvingly. He gathers some wetness and finds your clit, circling with the pads of his fingers. He searches for the right angle, using the sound of your voice to guide him.

When you suck in a gasp and shudder, he knows he’s found the right spot. He replaces his hand with his tongue, while he slips two fingers deep inside you. As he works you over, unrelenting when your hips threaten to raise off the bed, he holds you down with a firm hand. Your hands fist in his hair as your eyes close and your mouth drops open with your moans.

Finally, you buck against his chin and let out a wordless cry. He feels your wetness coat his tongue and knows he’s making you come. Your inner walls are still quivering around his fingers when he slips them out of you. He actually licks them clean, making you shiver again at the sight.

Alec crawls back up the length of your body while you catch your breath. He smiles down on you and brushes your cheek with the back of his hand.

“Not about to pass out on me, are you?” he asks. A teasing gleam is in his eyes. “I think I can resuscitate you.”

You laugh breathily in response and pull him down to you, crashing his lips to yours. You taste yourself on his tongue, which isn’t unpleasant. Your nails drag down the back of his neck. Alec groans into your mouth and sinks his fingers into your hair.

Now he’s more on your wavelength as you reach for the waistband of his boxer brief and quickly roll them down. He helps you by kicking them the rest of the way off, allowing you to wrap your thighs around his hips tightly.

“Hey, wait a second,” he says, laughing with his forehead pressed to yours. He grabs your hips and angles you a bit higher, then he reaches between your bodies and holds the painfully hard, weeping head of his cock at your entrance.

He meets your eyes, and you smile and squeeze the back of his neck in encouragement.

As slowly as he can manage, he pushes inside you. He stretches open your inner walls inch by inch. Both of you take in deep breaths and utter mingled moans as he continues to push inside, until the head of his cock reaches the very depths of you.

You toss your head back against the pillow with a heavy breath.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you nod, licking your lips. “Just move, baby, please.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He likes when you call his name, but he thinks he likes even more when you call him baby. He knows that you mean it, unlike women he’s had to pay for.

But he doesn’t want to think about any of those exploits when he’s with you—there’s no comparison. He slides out almost the full length of his cock, before he pushes back in. He builds a slow, sensuous, steady rhythm that serves both of you well.

He actually works up a sweat, and you help him by meeting his thrusts, encouraging him whenever you give him your voice, your instructions and praises, your hands attempting to squeeze the circulation out of his arms.

He's so focused on rocking your world (and his own) that he doesn’t realize what you’re about to do.

He’s deep inside you when you brush your hand along his jaw and utter the truth.

“I love you,” you whisper.

Alec pauses.

Both of you are breathing hard, but the fact that he doesn’t say anything makes you freeze. Neither of you have said that before. You hold in your breath.

Alec’s pupils are blown wide as he dips down, nosing along your throat before he begins to move inside you again. You moan in response as your legs squeeze his hips. He sinks his teeth just above where your neck meets your shoulder, making you gasp and arch against him, gripping his hair tight.

The way you’re squeezing him so tightly, from the inside out, means he reaches his shuddering end before you do, but he still makes sure you get there for a second time. His fingers reach between you to press and circle around your clit before his last few hard thrusts. It has you coiled tight, before you gasp and moan your release.

He licks a long stripe along your neck. You hiss in pain when he laps over tender flesh.

“Sorry,” he pants.

“You got me good, Count Dracula,” you quip.

Alec breathes warmly against your ear. He pulls back and examines the bite mark on your neck. He barely remembers doing it.

It’s like…some kind of claim.

Like an animal, he thinks wryly. For the first time, he wonders just what the hell they put into his cocktail at Manticore.

He clears his throat.

“Uh, I’m sorry,” he says, contritely. “Didn’t mean to…”

You slide your hands up his arms and catch his gaze. You smile in amusement, even though you’re blushing.

“Didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

The two of you don’t talk about what you said.

Or what he didn’t say.

You don’t know what’s happening, but you think it stems from that night.

Alec begins to pull away from you.

Dinner plans get “rain checked.” Trips to the farmer’s market, to the park, to Pike Place get cancelled.

For the next few weeks, the only time you see him is at work or at Crash, or occasionally in the line for boxed and canned goods in Sector 2.

Max can’t give you a straight answer on what’s going on with him (and really, you should be able to figure out your own boyfriend without her help). So you finally have to put your foot down.

You try to pull him aside at work, in front of the Jam Pony building. He’s on his way in, while you’d been on your way out.

“Alec, can I talk to you?” you ask. He gives you a strained, apologetic look.

“I’ve gotta pick up my next deliveries.”

“Alec, please,” you implore. You squeeze his arm enough to hold his attention. “I feel like…like you’re avoiding me. Is there something going on?”

His expression dims further. “I’ve just been really busy.”

“We’re always busy. That’s not it.” You frown, and your body tenses. “Is there…someone else?”

Alec briefly closes his eyes, emitting a short sigh. “No. Nothing like that.”

You let out a subtle breath of relief, because you do believe him this time. But that just makes your next question even more difficult. Your arms cross, to disguise the way you’re bracing for a figurative blow.

“Then…have I done something wrong?” you ask.

That hurts Alec even more. Though his training, so deeply ingrained, allows him not to show it.

“No. No, it’s not you,” he says, wiping a hand over his mouth. “It’s… Listen, I just think we needa slow down a bit, you know?”

“Slow down?” you ask. A trill of panic laces down your spine. “Is it about…what I said?”

Alec doesn’t want to answer, but you both know then that you’ve hit the nail on the head.

“I just need some space,” he says. “I think it’ll be better for both of us.”

“Really?” you ask. Your voice flattens, and hot tears well up in your eyes.

It threatens to undo him. Somehow, he’s able to hold firm in what he believes he has to do, in order to protect you. Even from himself.

Alec reaches for your cheek. He hesitates just slightly, but he drops a kiss on your forehead.

You don’t want to let him. You can’t help it though; you savor his touch. You feel his warm lips on your skin, and then he’s gone by the time you open your eyes.

A few days later, you still feel like hell. You manage to reach your locker and you lean against it. Your stomach churns with nausea—the constant sign of your stress as you try to get through your morning.

On the TV, some government agent is exposing a genetics company called Manticore. That it created “transgenic” subjects as genetically engineered soldiers, often using animal DNA. They escaped almost a year ago now.

They’re not human. They’re living among you. They’re dangerous, and you have a right to be scared.

You’re only half-listening, because the truth is, this sounds like a bunch of fearmongering bullshit, and you’re too tired to be all that alarmed. Humans are dangerous enough, as far as you’re concerned.

The government is probably trying to cover up something even more heinous by concocting this ridiculous story.

You rest your cheek against the cool metal of your locker and just stand there for a while in time in space. You don’t care much about the world around you, until Max comes into your line of vision. She touches your arm.

“Hey, are you okay?” she asks.

“I’m fine.” A vast overstatement, though you know that you aren’t convincing anyone.

You look up just in time to see Alec standing at his own locker. He’d been glancing at you and Max, but being caught by your gaze makes him turn away, closing his locker as he leaves.

Max’s lips press together. She returns her attention to you in thinly veiled concern.

“What happened exactly?” she asks.

“Max, I don’t know,” you confess. “Things were fine. They were good.”

You let out a deep, exhausted breath.

Oh yeah, you haven’t been sleeping much lately either.

“Deep in my gut, I have this feeling. Like he’s going through something,” you say. “Or he’s hiding something from me. He just won’t talk to me. Every time it feels like we’re headed somewhere good, solid, he pulls away. I can’t fucking do it anymore, Max. I just can’t take it.”

You slam your locker closed and try to get on with your day before your tears fall. Max sighs and watches you go.

She doesn’t know that you head to the bathroom and heave your breakfast into the toilet bowl, spilling what little you could keep down this morning.

You haven’t been sighted at Crash in weeks, but Alec comes here every night, Max notices. He drinks alone tonight, once again looking more woe is me than ever.

It boils her blood.

She takes a seat next to him and punches his arm with a heavy dose of her transgenic strength. Alec flinches with a cry of protest, but she just glares at him.

“Why are you doing this to her? To yourself?” she demands.

Alec wants to glare at her, but he doesn’t have it in him. He just quirks his head and sips his drink. He doesn’t even know what kind of liquor this is, but the bartender promised it’s the strongest thing he has back there.

“Leave it alone, Maxie,” Alec says, as he takes a sip. Though strongest be damned, he’s slammed down four of these and he’s still not drunk. Ain’t that a bitch.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says.

“I don’t?” Max raises her brows. “You’re fucking with her head and her heart. And for what? So you can have a little pity party?”

Alec does glare at her this time. “You know what, why don’t you just leave me the fuck alone?”

“Not until you tell me,” she demands. “Why’re you pushing away someone who clearly cares about you? Not that I get why. If this selfish, pigheaded, asshole behavior is supposed to be charming, then maybe she’s better off without you.”

He slams down his glass hard enough for liquor to slosh out over his hand.

“Don’t you get it?! That’s exactly it,” he hisses, low enough that only the two of them can hear. “When are you going to understand that we’re a threat to them? We’re being hunted every damn day. You think Ames White and his cult cronies’ll think twice about a little collateral damage?”

“Alec—”

“You think you and Logan are any different?” he adds. “Let me remind you, you were a danger to him even before a genetically engineered virus came into the picture.”

She’s angry, but he knows she can’t argue with logic. They both know that Alec is speaking from a place of experience.

“So you’re just gonna break her heart?” she asks. “Again?”

Alec shakes his head and casts his gaze down into brown liquor. Max leans toward him with a steely glower.

“You’re a coward,” she says, before she slips away.

Alec wipes his wet hand on his jeans.

…Maybe she’s right, he thinks. You’ll probably end up regretting the day you ever met him, but at least you’ll be alive to hate him.

“Oh God,” you utter, a hand covering your mouth.

You haven’t been to the doctor in several years, but you managed to scrape enough money together to afford this little test. It gave you a more definitive answer on why you’ve spent the last few weeks fighting sickness and fatigue in equal measure.

How could this have happened? You were on birth control. What could possibly have…

You don’t know what possesses you to go hunting for the little round packet in the medicine cabinet. You examine its contents and confirm that you haven’t missed even one pill of your pharmacy-issued birth control.

On the bottom of the packet, however, you spy something small in the fine print: EXP – 02/2017.

Expired…THREE YEARS AGO?!

Apparently, you can’t put it past pharmacies to sell outdated meds now.

You sit alone on your couch in silence for nearly an hour. You run down every scenario, every path you could possibly take and try to consider its most likely outcome.

Medical care is a joke nowadays, unless you're still part of the wealthy 1%. That also includes...termination.

Even you did try to find a way to do it, somehow scrounging up the money to end this, the thought alone makes your heart ache.

Alec is young, and so are you. You two had barely been together for six months before he basically broke up with you, and you're not even sure how he'll react when you tell him. (At this point, you don't have high hopes.)

And yet, it hurts. What you'd told Original Cindy was the truth; you want a family. You're tired of being alone, even though the two options laid out before you scare you in equal measure.

A thousand thoughts are still running through your mind, contradicting each other with brutal logic, versus what your heart tells you. But one decision is certain...

You need to talk to Alec first.

You wait until the morning at Jam Pony HQ, when you’ve settled your nerves enough to see Alec.

He never shows up for work, even an hour into shift. Damn it.

Okay, you suppose you’ll have to do this another way. You grab your phone, and you call him.

Thankfully, he picks up on the fourth ring. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you reply, a bit awkwardly. The two of you haven’t spoken in nearly a month.

“What’s up?” He doesn’t sound like himself. He sounds guarded, almost hesitant.

“We need to talk, Alec.”

He blows out a sigh. “Look, I haven’t changed my mind.”

You swallow past the pain.

“I know," you dully reply. "It’s not about that, but this isn’t a conversation I want to have digitally.”

“...Okay,” he relents, with another sigh. He sounds a bit distracted. “Uh, I’m taking care of something right now, but I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you stop by my place after work?”

You nod. “Okay, I’ll meet you there.”

Of course, it’s hard to focus on your work after that. You wonder how many months you have until you can’t work anymore. Until you’ll have to fend for yourself…and for your child.

With or without Alec, you plan to do whatever it takes.

So you do your best, as you always do, to get through your day. You fight exhaustion and nausea and anxiety with every delivery, but at the end of the day, you have a clipboard full of signatures and a clean docket.

You leave right at 7:00 p.m. to head over to Alec’s apartment. You use your spare key to unlock the door and find the apartment shrouded in darkness. You flip on the closest light switch before you turn to shut and lock the door behind you.

The door pushes open abruptly.

It knocks straight into you and throws you off your feet. You crash with a pained cry into a wooden table, knocking off a half-empty glass of whiskey that cuts into your arm when it breaks.

A pair of strong hands take hold of you and haul you up, spinning you around. You stare up with wide eyes into the face of a man you think you’ve actually seen before. He’s tall, white, dark hair, piercing eyes.

On the news, you realize. You saw him on the news.

“Where is 494?” he demands to know.

You blink in confusion and fear. “What?”

The man rolls his eyes.

“Alec McDowell,” he says.

Your breath stills in your lungs.

“Why’re you looking for him?” you ask. “You…you work for the government.”

“That’s right.” His smile is thin. “It’s a federal matter. And I suggest you tell me what I want to know.”

His grip on your arm tightens enough to make you whimper.

“I don’t know where he is,” you blurt out. Mostly because it’s the truth.

He raises a brow. “He lives here, doesn’t he?”

You refuse to answer, but the man lowers his gun and seats you forcefully on the couch.

“Then we’ll wait.”

Minutes turn to an hour. Alec’s late—a fact you’re half relieved about, and half cursing him for. You turn to the man who holds you at gunpoint without even looking at you. Though you instinctively know that any attempts to run will be short-lived.

His men wait by the door with guns at the ready.

“Who are you?” you ask.

The man turns his head and gives you a cold smile. “Agent White, at your service.”

“Okay, Agent White. Why are you after Alec?”

“Oh, I’ve been looking for him for a long time,” he says.

You frown, with pursed lips. “Why? What do you think he’s done?”

“It’s not what he’s done. It’s what he is,” White says. “Him, and everyone like him.”

“What the fuck are you on about?” you snap.

White rolls his eyes. He lets out a sharp sigh before he stands. He grabs you up along with him. Fear churns inside you, tightening in your throat.

“I have a better idea,” White says. “Instead of using you as leverage to make him come quietly, I think I’ll just let him walk in, nice and easy. He’ll find you gutted. On the floor. And then I’ll do the same to him.”

Frightened tears well up in your eyes when his grip moves and tightens on your jaw, like he’s thinking about breaking your neck.

“Wait, please!” you plead. “I’m pregnant!”

White actually pauses, tilting his head. He smiles.

“Interesting.”

AN: Ames White has entered the chat...

EDIT (2-05-24): I made some edits here on the reader's thoughts of what she should do after her discovery. In hindsight, I realized I'd left out some aspects of the world. Specifically how access to medical care would influence her decision vs. what this particular character wants for herself.

Next Time:

“Hello, 494.” A man’s voice—one that Alec would know anywhere. It prickles his skin with unease and makes his blood boil all at once.

“Ames White.” Alec’s teeth grind. “What game are you playing now?”

“This isn’t a game. It’s business,” White claims. “I have something you want. How much are you willing to pay to make sure she stays alive?”

Alec forces himself to calm down, even though his pulse is racing.

“What do you want?”

“You. And 452. With no bullshit on your end,” the agent replies. “Or this girl is going to pay that price for you.”

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