#Evil Dead imagine

[alienguts]

Hail to the Queen (Ash Williams x f!Reader)

Summary: Ash loves being on his knees for Y/N.

Warnings: NSFW, body worship, cunnilingus, floor sex, switch!Ash 🔞

Request?: No

A/N: MSub isn’t my thing but I felt like giving it a try and it turned into both Ash and Y/N being switches! Also, Ash is very passionate about eating pussy and I won’t hear otherwise.

Ash always considered himself to be a dominant lover, but there was just one thing that made him switch: being on his knees for Y/N. He didn’t know what it was, but something about her just made him want to drop to the floor and bury his face between her thighs. He always told her that she was good enough to eat and he was more than willing to put his money where his mouth was, literally.

Y/N couldn’t complain about Ash’s desire to please her. She was grateful that he was so generous and had many boyfriends in the past who thought that doing it was beneath them or gross. Merely the thought of him using his mouth on any part of her body excited her. 

Ash always called her his princess, but when he was between her legs, she was a queen.

The old armchair in the corner of Y/N’s living room wasn’t her first choice of seating, but it always came in handy whenever she and Ash wanted to be particularly close. She’d lost track of how long she’d been kissing him, her lips swollen and tingling as they caressed his, his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting her and drinking her in.

Her top and bra had been tossed aside long ago, her breasts free for him to caress and fondle as she desperately rutted her hips against him, the chair creaking as it shuffled against the floorboards. She whined against his mouth as he touched her and moved his hand to her waist.

“Please,” Ash whispered between kisses, letting his fingers drift between her legs.

“What do you want, baby?” Y/N asked, her voice husky and teasing. Her breath hitched when he started to move his fingers in circles, rubbing her clit through her clothes.

“I want to taste you,” he said, flicking his tongue against her upper lip.

Y/N immediately broke away from him and stood up between his legs before playing his hands back on her hips.

“You know what to do,” she said.

Ash hooked his fingers into the waistbands of both her pants and her panties, feeling her soft skin before pulling her bottoms down all the way to the floor. She stepped out of them as Ash got out of the chair and guided her to sit, her hips angled up. 

He kneeled down in front of her and spread her legs wide before stilling, gazing at her exposed cunt with lust-filled eyes. He let out a shuddering breath as a drop of her arousal dripped out of her pussy before immediately diving in and catching it with his tongue.

“Fuck baby,” he drawled. “You’re so sweet.”

Slowly, Ash dragged his flattened tongue through her slick folds, gathering all of her arousal and flicking it against her clit once he’d reached it. His movements alternated between licking, kissing, and sucking her sensitive skin as he warmed her up, making her wetter and wetter.

“You’re good at that,” Y/N moaned. “Good boy.”

Ash thought he was already hard when he started worshipping her, but hearing her praise him made him so hard he thought he was going to burst out of his pants. The urge to unzip his pants to stroke his cock was strong, but he fought it off by hooking his arms under Y/N’s legs and caressing her stomach, his hands slowly drifting up to play with her breasts again. She laid her hands over his and guided him to squeeze and play with her nipples as she rocked her hips into his face.

He never ate her like he was starved, he always wanted to take his time with her; to make her squirm and writhe as he made her steadily gush onto his tongue and slowly bring her to a climax so powerful she wrapped her legs around his neck. Being suffocated by pussy wouldn’t be a bad way to go out, but then he wouldn’t be able to do it anymore.

Y/N was so lost in the pleasure Ash was giving to her that she felt like she was floating away on a cloud or like she’d been dipped in warm water. She let out soft sighs and moans as she tangled her fingers in his dark hair, alternating between scratching his scalp, stroking his hair, and pulling softly whenever she felt a stronger pang of pleasure.

“You taste so fucking good, baby,” he moaned into her. “I could do this all night.”

She whined at the feeling of his voice vibrating throughout her body and pushed his face further into her.

“Don’t stop,” she begged.

Ash briefly flicked his eyes up to take in the sight above him: Y/N desperate and panting, her lower lip swollen from being kissed and bitten so much, her brows furrowed, and a light sheen of sweat on her chest. She looked irresistible and it only spurred him on further, speeding up his movements, his licks becoming more frequent and his sucks more harsh.

Y/N’s breathing picked up as fire spread through her body, every nerve standing on edge to prepare for the burst that was about to course through her. She tightened her grip on Ash’s hair and begged him to make her cum, reciting it over and over as if it was a mantra.

Her body finally went rigid, her back arching harshly when her nerves ignited, as if they were a million tiny matches catching alight one after another. Her legs closed on their own, locking him in place, his face fully buried in her pussy as he continued to lick her through her climax. She couldn’t help the primal sounds that came out of her mouth as she babbled and cried out his name.

When her orgasm finally subsided, she sagged into the chair and panted heavily, her body completely spent. Ash licked up every last drop of her cum, letting it flood his mouth and coat his tongue before swallowing and licking her off his lips. He slowly kissed his way up her body, making sure to give extra attention to her breasts; running his tongue along the undersides and trailing it over her nipples before taking them into his mouth and gently sucking. He finally kissed her swollen lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth to softly dance with hers, the taste of her still lingering. She moaned quietly as she let her arms and legs wrap around him and pulled him closer to her body.

“Fuck me,” she mumbled against his mouth.

Ash immediately pulled her out of the chair to join him on the floor, her arms and legs still wrapped around him as she sat in his lap. She let her hands drift around his shoulders and down his chest before unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it out of his waistband. She pushed the shirt down his shoulders and kissed his neck and collarbones as he took his arms out of the sleeves and threw it aside.

Y/N climbed out of his lap to lie on the floor in front of him and watched as he unbuckled his belt, took his jeans and underwear off, and set his cock free. Ash was already rock-hard and dripping pre-cum and the sight made her almost drool. She could tell that he noticed how much she wanted him by his cock twitching as he hovered over her. His face was flushed and turning red and she could feel the heat radiating from his face as he brushed against her.

He pushed into her in one smooth push, a pleasured sigh escaping his lips as she clenched and pulsed around him. Y/N held his face close to hers as she adjusted to him, kissing him between shuddered breaths and stroking his hair before giving him the signal to start moving.

Even though it was soft and tentative, that first thrust made her see stars. She let out a soft whimper and angled her hips up as she wrapped her legs around Ash’s waist and scratched his scalp. Y/N had had her moment to be in charge, now she wanted Ash to take over.

“Ash,” she whined. “Please.”

“What do you want, babydoll?” he purred in her ear, already switched to being more dominant.

“I want you to make me cum again.”

“Already? But we've only just started, he teased as he sped up his thrusts.

He watched Y/N’s face as her mouth hung open slightly and her eyes rolled back, his cock hitting her sweet spot perfectly.

“God, you feel so fucking good, baby,” Ash groaned. “I could pound this tight little pussy of yours all day.”

She clenched around his cock and whined as he continued moving inside her, the sensation becoming too much for her to handle. Briefly stopping his movements, Ash leaned over to fully lie over Y/N’s body, his chest hair tickling her breasts and his face in the crook of her neck as he continued to fuck her, his thrusts becoming firmer and faster.

“Kiss me while you fuck me,” Y/N breathed and curled her fingers in his hair to push his face down into hers.

Ash happily obliged and locked lips with her, his tongue tangling with hers as he continued to move inside her. He missed her lips more than once thanks to his thrusts pushing him up and down her body, but she didn’t seem to mind. She moaned into his mouth, holding him close to her with one of her hands on the back of his head while the other trailed down her body to rub her clit. 

She was still sensitive from Ash’s mouth on her clit and even the lightest touch made her hiss and buck her hips. The overstimulation was delicious enough to make her keep going, her fingers swirling up and down and in circles on her swollen clit while Ash’s cock slid in and out of her needy cunt. A knot started to form in her stomach as they both wound her up towards her climax, and she screwed her eyes shut as her head fell back onto the floor. 

Ash took his chance to kiss Y/N’s neck, biting and sucking gently in between praises and moans in her ear. He could feel bruises start to form on his knees, but the pleasure he felt from fucking her easily overshadowed any discomfort.

“You take it so well, baby,” he purred. “I want you to cum all over my cock. C’mon, cum for me.”

Just those three words were all it took for her body to ignite. The knot in her stomach unravelled as fire spread through her body, her back arching into Ash and her cunt clenching around him. Moans and gasps spilt from her mouth and she cried his name loud enough for it to echo off of the walls of her small apartment.

Her release was strong enough to trigger Ash’s, his hips stalling and stuttering as he panted and moaned, his hot cum painting Y/N’s walls. He fucked her through both of their highs, his thrusts only slowing down once he stopped to catch his breath.

Ash held himself up on shaking arms as he panted heavily, sweat beading on his brow and threatening to fall down his face. He finally pulled his softening cock out of Y/N, immediately missing the warmth but glad to see his cum oozing out of her. He lay down on the floor next to her and rolled her over to lie on his chest, her face resting in the crook of his neck.

“You feel okay?” he asked her tenderly as he stroked her hair and shoulders.

“Yeah,” she breathed, still trying to catch her breath. “My back’s a little sore, though.”

“I should have taken you to bed,” he said. “You deserve your comforts.”

“It’s okay, I kind of like it when we do things in the heat of the moment,” she said as she leaned up to kiss him.

Ash returned her kiss and brought his hands to rest on her lower back, massaging circles into her skin and pulling her closer to him.

“I do too,” he said against her lips. “But next time, I’m taking you to bed so I can treat you like the queen you are.”

#ash williams x reader #ash williams x you #ash williams imagine #ash williams smut #evil dead x reader #evil dead x you #evil dead imagine #evil dead smut #horror x reader #horror x you #horror imagine #horror smut #slasher x reader #slasher x you #slasher imagine #slasher smut #self ship #reader insert #*my writing #smut

[ghostwoe]

ash williams masterlist

** means nsfw content &. you are responsible for what you read, so minors please do not read / interact with any of my nsfw content.

in your arms tonight.

#ash williams x reader #ash williams imagines #ash williams imagine #ash vs evil dead x reader #ash vs evil dead imagines #ash vs evil dead imagine #evil dead x reader #evil dead imagines #evil dead imagine #ash williams #ash vs evil dead #evil dead

[viandclintbarton-supremacy]

Ash, Kelly, Pablo, and Y/N decided to have a guys' night in, and Ash brought out some beers for everyone to try. Y/N, being new to the concept of drinking, eagerly took a sip of their beer.

Within minutes, Y/N started to feel lightheaded, and their face turned red. Ash and the gang noticed their reaction and started to tease the demon spawn.

"Aww, the little demon can't handle their alcohol!" Ash chuckled.

Kelly patted Y/N on the back. "It's okay, Y/N. You're just a lightweight. We all started somewhere."

Pablo chimed in, "Yeah, I remember my first time drinking. I couldn't even stand up!"

Y/N didn't know what to think about all this teasing, but they tried to play it cool. "I'm fine, guys. I'm just............ Y/N then proceeded to vomit everywhere. Kelly and Pablo looked at each other, trying to stifle their laughter. Whilst Ash laughed his ass off

"Wow, Y/N, you really can't hold your liquor," Kelly said, patting them on the back.

Pablo handed Y/N a glass of water and a piece of bread, trying to help settle their stomach. "Just take it easy, buddy. You'll be fine." Ash couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of the young demonspawn struggling with alcohol. "Looks like we've got a real lightweight on our hands." Y/N looked up at them "Why do humans do this to themselves. This is fucking horrible" *snap* The trio looked to ash who took a photo of Y/N throwing up. "haha, I'm gonna save this for when mommy demon come back" Y/N life flashed before thier eyes as they thought of what thier mother Ruby would do after finding out they were drinking The group reassured Y/N that it was okay, and that not everyone was cut out for drinking. They spent the rest of the night laughing and joking, but Y/N stuck to water for the rest of the evening.

#imagine #scenario #evil dead #evil dead imagine #ash williams #ash williams x reader #evil dead 2 #army of darkness #the evil dead #evil dead 2013 #bruce campbell #lucy lawless

[rustedhills]

Disney, releasing Wish: "so it's all about legacy--the new generation surpassing the old, overcoming the evils perpetuated by them, relinquishing singular power... and there's an old man in a tower, uh... animal sidekick, i guess..., ah... magic...?

Miyazaki, just out of frame, sledgehammer raised:

#the boy and the heron #not tagging wish 'cause i'm being a little acidic #this isn't to be negative in the slightest--I really respect both films--but it's interesting to see how visceral boy+H gets with its story #what evils have to be rejected and what they represent--and how characters and the world suffer from those evils--as well as how the whole #'rejecting' part goes. in terms of animation powerhouses discussing their legacies - disney and miyazaki both - I find it interesting that #one makes a pretty safe and nostalgic movie about imagination and dreams; the other is a long trudge through the land of the dead. #b+h is a hard watch - and a look at the legacy of a man questioning his whole purpose in the world - after his cultural touchstones #have long passed by. Mahito needs to understand his grief to keep living--but if he drowns in it he'll just continue the cannibalistic and #violent world of his granduncle. how the hell do you make art when the trauma of your entire life has colored it forever? How can anyone? #maybe after a while... it's time to detonate that damn tower and keep living. #this is to say #if you have enough money to make whatever you want #Make It Fucking Count

[prettycoolducks]

Fav father daughter duo ✨️❄️

#art #resident evil 8 #resident evil #re8 #resident evil village #i think they should've done a face reveal for Ethan in the dlc btw #i know we already know what his face looks like but i feel like story wise it would've made sense for him to be able to show his face #in the mold dimension. like. he's already dead. his things over #he has sparkle powers now he's not fucked up anymore #kind of #anyway #ethan winters #rose winters #the dlc felt a bit short but like. its a dlc. so is to be expected #i wish we got more rose content tho. i hope we do get more rose content #im excited for whatever comes next either way though #i like that they let rose be a little gross and scary like her dad. they're both sooo stupid too <3 #i also LOVE that Ethan has sparkle powers in the afterlife.or well. mold. memory. whatever #I'm just imagining all the lords in the mold being like. damn well i guess this isn't so bad. then miranda shows up #and heisenburg is like fuck! and then Ethan shows up and everyone is like fuck!! #like what do they do? kill eachother again? they're already dead #i guess miranda like. killed all the other lords kinda and used them to make the evil duke?? unless i completely misread her notes #I'm gonna go check. then I'm gonna stop typing whole paragraphs in the tags. see ya #art of duck

[itspileofgoodthings]

Good morning what are the movies or tv shows that traumatized you as a kid mine are the BBC production of A Christmas Carol and a handful of David Suchet Poirot episodes

#my dad always thought if something was well done it was appropriate for children #so we never watched the silly little kid version of things. The muppet Christmas Carol? My dad would N E V E R #anyway a Christmas Carol ruined Christmas for me for YEARS #i hated to think about it #and poirot was just. traumatizing #there’s one called murder on the links which involved a golf course at night which is one of the most terrifying locations I can imagine #also there’s one called death in the clouds #and poirot uncovers the murder because there are two spoons on the dead lady’s tray of airplane food #and the way he says ‘he picks up a spoon giving him the task of a waiter to carry out’ #when explaining the murder at the end to this DAY sends chills up my spine #I know this is very obvious but the thing about fear is that it isn’t about logic or reason but it is about revelation #it’s like the flip side of moments of good and happy insight #at least for me #what terrifies me is a moment where some kind of evil is revealed in a blinding FLASH #a motive or (I guess) a ghost #and there is this presence of some malevolent entity underneath the reality of things #and something about it being SEEN almost more than it existing #is so scary. Like I. #Poirot uncovering the murder and describing it with such studied fascinated careful attention #pulling back the layers of a blind of one kind or another #shakes me to. my. CORE. #and it’s all so visual and instinctive. it’s one tiny little moment that doesn’t fit suddenly pulling back the curtain of reality #with such terrifying abruptness #makes me want to sit down and cry like a baby #the knowledge of evil doesn’t scare me. as in it doesn’t elicit an emotional/physical reaction of fear #but seeing it in embodied action. again. where it’s some tiny ordinary little detail suddenly ripping reality as you know it to shreds #the surprise of it. the recalibration it demands #I !!!!!!!!! Get so afraid

[thevirgincherry]

RIGOR MORTIS !

ft. og4 leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. las plagas!reader, he kills you, technically snuff ig but wasn’t intended oops, gore, canon-typical violence, reader is infected and out of it so she can’t really consent, dub-con, non-con, p in v, choking/asphyxiation, strangulation

note. god im plagued by writers block and it’s killing me it’s like walking on shattered glass rn. umm please ignore any mistakes, not very fond on this but haven’t posted in a bit :3 um it’s quite short. rbs are always appreciated :3 instead of asking for a part 2 please just tell me something nice.. feedback is really appreciated <3 comms are open! info in my pinned :3

Leon seeks refuge in what looks to have once been a humble abode. Now only a shack wearing a shroud of all things dead and rotten remains. Foetid water has soaked him to the bone, it seeps into the thick leather of his combat boots, leaves his socks soggy. He really hates that. Leon can handle cerebrospinal fluid leaving a sticky film on the toe of his boots, the blood caked beneath his fingernails is something he considers normal, but wet socks are a total inconvenience, it’s a shortcut to trench foot.

The hollow skulls of small critters occupy the corners, the cobwebs have cobwebs, the air is stagnant and stinking. Not of rot, but of sickness. A gaping wound crawling with infection, bacteria settling in the crevices of his mind, squirming like fat, juicy maggots—

Crack!

It’s a man, he was a man, now he’s a boneless lump of flesh, his spinal cord snapped under the weight of Leon’s boot. His yellowed teeth glisten under the golden warmth of a single lantern. Leon’s defence is choreographed at this point, a swift kick to intercept an impending strike, then his boot makes mincemeat of their brains.

When he takes a step back to review his current affair, it’s not so bad, certainly not Raccoon City. Leon would take a million murderous Spanish grandparents over a single zombie. Zombies are plain nasty, not a single limb intact, oozing pustules that peel back to reveal purpling flesh infested by larvae. They’re fuckin’ ugly. Slow and bloated and ugly. A sight no human being should see.

On the wall, there’s a shattered, grimy mirror. Leon sees the ghost of a boy staring back at him. Unwashed hair hanging limp, cheekbones carved out, his skin alabaster like the blocky lettering stitched into his uniform. R.P.D. it reads, muddied by blood and guts and chunks of vomit. All the good shit. He hasn’t grown into his body yet, the steel of his gun is cool on his temple and he’s young and these are all important things to know. In his arms is something small and lightweight, a bloodied little girl, leading him to a pyrrhic victory.

The floorboards groan under the weight of a pair of feet that don’t belong to him, the threat isn’t imminent. You don’t charge at him, no, it’s shambling he can only describe as zombie-like, dragging your bare feet like it hurts to lift them off the ground. Like you’re waterlogged and ready to pop.

You were pretty, he’s sure, a real looker. You’re pretty now, just not in your entirety. Strings of reddish muscle keep the fatty flesh of your right tit hanging on for dear life. Like an Amazonian woman. There’s no rot, no sign of decay, simply an act of self-mutilation.

Now, some might call him a pervert, but Leon’s a self-proclaimed iconoclast. And you, swaying from side to side in your torn linen nightdress, the skeletal pendant of Los Iluminados around your neck like a disfigured cross, draped in a veil of white that’s close enough to holy - it’s worth ruining. Santa Maria di Plagas or whatever.

He realises a few shattered bones have you walking funny, circles you easily and heads into the room you exited. The bed sheets are rumpled in unrest, he sits, there’s a hairline fracture between the two of you. The lantern light bares all, the white of your dress becomes gossamer-thin, he makes out your shape beneath the blood-soaked cloth that moulds to the shape of your torso, the smooth dip of your waist, a soft sinkage where the fabric clings to your belly button.

Leon has seen far worse. Can you blame a guy for getting hard at the sight of a real girl? In his line of work, he’s neck deep in pounds of flesh that spew pus and gore from each virus-clogged abscess. The layer of dirt on your skin does not deter him, that tit hanging by a tissuey thread, swinging back and forth like your necklace is child’s play to him. ‘Cause Leon’s a real man. The princely type.

(He’s anything but. One girl’s knight in shining armour is a monster under the bed for another. It’s not like you can complain, you’re quite the monster yourself.)

Hang in there Ashley. He’ll be there soon, but he’s got to do this. This is completely and utterly necessary. Hunnigan doesn’t need to know why he’ll be unreachable for a good thirty minutes or so. Less probably. ‘Cause your body is hot, clammy with fever, and that means your pussy is even hotter.

Something… Something… Plagas… Something… Lord Saddler…

Your mumbling is constant. Leon will have to do something about that. You gnash your teeth at him when you approach, held back only by the sluggishness that comes with, like, brainwashing cultish parasites.

“Sorry, sweetheart, no entiendo.” Leon loops a worn piece of rope around your neck. Ain’t that handy? Found it hung on your assumed-to-be father’s tool belt. Used for leading curly little lambs to the sacrificial altar. He strokes the underside of your chin, and you bare your teeth like a wild dog, albeit slowly. A late reaction. No fair, it’s like someone’s knocked you around already, who got here before him?

Getting his dick out at a time like this in a place like this, it’s not smart. Sneaky bugs could use his urethra as a water slide. A menacing minibeast might latch onto his balls pincher-first. However, needs are needs, and nothing gets in the way of Leon’s dick, not even a kidnapped First Daughter could stop the force of nature that is his boner.

With ease, he pushes you onto the ground. Not the bed. If you behave like an animal then he’ll have to fuck you like one. Plus, Leon’s not quite sure he trusts those sheets, at least the rusty nails on the floorboards are visible to the naked eye. Tetanus won’t be a nasty surprise, just a momentary lapse in judgement.

Your body contorts when he pulls the rope, back taking on a feline shape, spine bending inwards and your hips up. Puppetry is easier than it looks. The hem of your dress lifts to reveal your leaking chasm of a pussy. Better than nothing. Not like he’s eating it either way.

One hand on the rope, the other on his belt buckle, he lowers his jeans enough to pop his dick out. “Stay still, honey.” He instructs, but it’s like talking to a brick wall, or to a person who doesn’t understand a lick of English.

Leon chokes you with the rope. “I’ll only be a minute, sweetheart,” he coos, a tender kiss that he regrets merely seconds later placed on your shoulder.

He grips the base of his cock, the fat tip is red and leaky, precum bubbling like your foaming mouth. Leon’s too hard. His dick is totally upright, the soft curve pointing towards the ceiling, a thumb comes to press down on the tip, using it to guide himself into your pussy.

“Oh, there you go, honey, yeah, there you go.” His hold on the rope loosens, still firm enough to keep you in place, but now at least there’s oxygen flowing to your parasite-addled brain. “You feel that?”

Leon’s dick stretches you to the point of no return. He’s broken you in. Better off him than any of those grotesque old men. You’re a virgin surely, so it’s very considerate of him to fuck you before you die. No one should die a virgin, that’s cruel, it’s inhumane.

You thrash wildly, grunting each time his hips smack into the fat of your ass, he can’t tell if you’re enjoying it— You better be fuckin’ enjoying it. Know how risky this shit is? Fuck, what if you had a mutated cunt or something. Jagged teeth waiting to clamp down on a big fat dick and tear it straight off. He really needs to start thinking with his brain and not his cock. The thing just doesn’t shut up.

When he cums, the rope is tight around the column of your neck— It would be your hair, but he fears it might fall straight from your scalp in nasty, matted clamps. Your body rears like a wild Mustang, he gathers the rope and it wraps around his fingers until your back is flush to his chest and you grasp for something, anything— Eyes rolled so far back he can see the milky whites, and then he gives one last tug to make sure you’re stuck in that state. Mid-orgasm. Eyes in the back of your skull, back arched, pussy dripping with his load. Cute. He wishes rigor mortis set in right now so that you don’t fall slack into a heap of red and white when he lets go.

Leon leaves by barrelling out of a window like a true gentleman, the microscopic shards splinter your skin. He takes that pendant with him, tucks it in his back pocket, could be useful at some point in time.

It’s only when the blood in his veins runs black and viscous does Leon notice something is severely wrong. His blood flow slows to a halt, clots forming in every important artery. Mucousy black sludge leaks from his nose. An intense pain cuts through his senses with deadly precision, a surge of discomfort that has him kneeling over, hands on his knees in a clumsy attempt to steady himself.

His hands clasp around Ada’s neck— The rope. He pulls it tighter and tighter to get closer and closer. Her voice is distorted by the fog that clouds his brain, it creates a hazy barrier, mutes the world around him. A knife lodges in the meaty flesh of his thigh, he topples backwards when her knee makes contact with his groin.

“That bitch gave me crabs.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” He brushes her off. “I said, uh, Lord Saddler almighty.” Leon’s heard that enough times to repeat it back to her rather fluently. Nice save.

“Right,” Ada says, unconvinced.

#leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagine #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon s kennedy smut #leon kennedy smut #resident evil x you #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic

[diviedrawn]

I actually had fun drawing Ashley’s look, expect more in the future

#imagine the bad guys being so distracted by her look that leon uses that to his advantage to pew pew them all dead #resident evil 4 remake #leon kennedy #ashley graham #re 4 remake #re fanart #leon kennedy fanart #my art

[alienguts]

Belated Valentine's Day (Ash Williams x GN!Reader HCs)

Warnings: none

A/N: so, i was so busy writing something else for valentine's day that i didn't finish in time i forgot to write anything for this blog. oops.

Ash isn't always good with dates

He'll remember your birthday, his own birthday, Halloween, Christmas and the 4th of July, but holidays that he doesn't consider to be that important are almost always forgotten about

Unless the two of you make definite Valentine's plans, he will forget that it's a holiday that exists

He's in the camp of 'it was invented by Hallmark to sell greetings cards' (even though the first Valentine's card was sent hundreds of years before Hallmark existed) but if you get him something for Valentine's Day, he will get you something in return

he makes sure to get home from work before you do so he can get things ready

he bought one of those weird heart-shaped steaks with his staff discount and the cheapest wine he could find, and ran a bath for the two of you with some bath salts even though he doesn't know what they're supposed to do

unfortunately, ash is more of a shower person than a bath person so when you come home, he's lounging in lukewarm water that's spilling over the side of the tub, beckoning you to join him

'happy valentine's, baby' 'ash, valentine's day was two days ago' 'doesn't mean i can't still do things for you'

before you get in, you make sure to drain some of the water out so you can put more hot water in

if it wasn't for the fact that his skin gets all pruney, ash would stay in the tub with you until it went cold just to be naked with you

although he could be naked anywhere with you, being in the tub together makes you physically closer to him

once you get out of the tub, you'll make dinner together

ash will likely insist on making it himself as a treat for you, but he can barely be trusted with a microwave

after dinner you'll likely stay in since you'll be wearing pyjamas or robes and you'll see where the night takes you

he promises to remember next year, but chances are he won't

(not that it matters anyway, your anniversary is more important)

#ash williams x reader #ash x reader #ash williams imagine #ash williams headcanons #evil dead x reader #evil dead imagine #evil dead headcanons #evil dead fic #x reader #self ship #x you #gender neutral reader #*headcanons #*my writing

[ghostwoe]

in your arms tonight

ash williams x reader

notes — this was previously posted upon my blog before i restarted it, so here’s a repost as it has been asked for!

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THE CABIN — stood tall in the woods surrounded by the mixture of dead trees and lively ones, as the sun fell down from the sky into a near maroon shade as night was slowly creeping upon the area. it looked as hell consuming as it did the very last time that ash williams had come to greet his old terror filled friend.

there was wind everywhere else inside of the woods except for the surrounding area near the wooden architecture and it made a chill run up the brunet’s back as his deep brown irises peered at the rickety old front door with a heavy familiar feeling upon his chest. said feeling made his heart slow and his body ache while his brain was reeling in the knowledge of what must come next.

no, he did not want to do this and if he had it his way, it would be him instead. not the one who he finally could find his true happiness in and someone he could truly give his full self to, only for the main reasons why he never revealed himself to others, prior to this someone, to come back full force and take away his favorite person.

the front steps creaked and groaned underneath his boots as he walked upon them as he pushed the rickety door open with the top of the shotgun in his hand. the air felt thick with loss as brown irises peered around the cabin and noticed dried blood of his previous loved ones that was dried upon the wood. out of the corner of his eye just as the sun fell down further into dusk and almost dark, he found a fresh line of blood leading towards the ancient kitchen and he felt his heart stop for a moment.

it appeared like the individual where the blood came from had been dragged and ash could feel his heartbeat getting faster and faster as he slowly crept towards the kitchen. flashes echoed through his mind as he took each step and his brown irises watched the blood trail getting thicker and denser. ash silently gulped as the sky continued to fall into darkness before he heard a familiar voice call out to him.

“ash. . .” a weak voice called out from the area of which he was going and he paused his steps for a singular moment. Hesitation filled his mind before he shook it away and sighed deeply to himself as he knew how to play the game that was about to be laid out. a seemingly never ending chess game that always interloped with the next round, one merry-go-round that never allowed you to get off and left ash williams permanently haunted. It would never let him give peace a true chance, always at the ready to tear him apart.

“sweetheart.” ash managed in a steady tone with a hint of sweetness etched in as his irises fell upon the beaten and bloodied body of his beloved. “hi baby. . .” the voice weakly called out a proper greeting towards him as blood trailed from their mouth as their eyes were filled with such sorrow and it made ash nearly crumble onto his knees from seeing the sight of them barely holding on, solely based upon the harrowing sound coming from their chest as it hardly moved.

“i’m so sorry, i never wanted this to happen. i never wanted it to be you. i always thought this is it, you know? my final one who could bring me all the peace and happiness that cheryl once told me that i deserved. but now these fuck-uglies took you away from me and i could never apologize enough to you.” the words came out like water running down the cliff and he couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in his brown irises, even after he had so many losses and experiences with the damned creatures.

a loud screech erupted from the body belonging to his beloved upon the ground as the body soon raised up with clunky motions before the loud echo of a shotgun being cocked had filled the air.

“til we meet again, sweetheart.” the male called out in a soft adoring tone before he aimed and took his shot as the body of his beloved jumped at him. the body fell limp with a loud thump across the wooden ground while the blown apart head rolled away from his beloved and ash felt his heart truly stop as he peered down at his partially dismembered partner, as he reached over to his right arm and started up his chainsaw.

just when he had finally thought he had escaped the hands of evil, the deadites came back as they always did and always will.

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[rotandguts]

✶ ┄ DRIVING IN CARS WITH BOYS

danny (evil dead rise) x fem!reader

summary: a workplace camaraderie spurs a string of late night drives with danny, each one bringing you closer to realising your feelings for one another.

word count: 8.3k

warnings: 18+ mdni, nsfw, semi-public sex, car sex, oral (m receiving), masturbation (f receiving), lowkey sexting lol, degradation if u squint tbh, mention of masturbation (m), DANNY IS 18+

A/N: okay so, i’ve just want to discuss how i’ve written danny but i just want to emphasise that i don’t want to erase the fact that he’s literally trans. i don’t have enough expertise writing from a trans point of view imo as i’m a cis female and i don’t want it to be offensive or tacky in anyway. so for this purpose i’ve just written danny as having a dick but i know how difficult it is for the trans community, especially trans youths and those with low income to receive certain types of gender affirming surgery and don’t want to just dismiss that. i hope that’s okay with everyone if anyone has any advice or anything lemme know!

publishing date ―  may 22nd, 2023 |  © rotandguts

✶

When Danny first got his licence, he took any chance he got to drive the family’s Buick Roadsmaster. While not as impressive as some of the vehicles his classmates had, the fact he was even able to access a car with the income his family possessed was enough for him. It also explained why he was still living with his mom while attending college.

To help his mother he’d taken to working at the local Henrietta’s pizza joint, making enough to just make ends meet. In combination with whatever DJing side gigs he could get, he was slowly starting to save up. Aside from monetary gain, the part time job also gave him a new social life. Everyone who worked there was a little older, working to save during college like himself. It gave him the chance to speak to others in a space away from class, and the job itself was pretty easy anyway - due to his ability to drive he’d get sent out on deliveries most of the time.

Normally he’d be fine with this, getting paid hourly plus keeping the tips he got from going door to door (minus the occasional inconvenience from a few annoying assholes or prank calls). But he started to actually miss joking around in the kitchen or front desk with his co-workers. Danny was by no means unpopular, he had his own small friendship group from high school that kept him steady, but meeting new people he genuinely got along with was nice.  He was generally of a shy disposition, not one to reach out to others naturally, but a fiercely proud friend when you got to know him.

One person he began to miss in particular, was you. He’d recognised you from a few of his old high school classes, more on the quiet side like himself, usually folded over scribbling into your textbook. You were the only other person around his age working in Henrietta’s. He remembered that in school you kept to yourself but had plenty of friends on the committees you were on. Danny had remembered you were involved from an assembly talking about yearbook and prom committee, he thinks. He only attended after being threatened with detention if he skipped out to smoke under the bleachers with his friends. At work, you were the most talkative person there. He could tell how you had easily adapted in the extracurricular groups you were a part of from that skill alone.

Danny couldn’t really say he had ever tried to talk to you in school before, but when you both got to talking you would later admit that you hadn’t really made an effort to approach him either.

You had been working at Henrietta’s for similar reasons as Danny, you had initially joined in high school to save money to support yourself in college. After working there the past few years now, you’d seen classmates from both high school and college come and go but never really struck up a true friendship with them other than a wave or smile in the school hallways. All the other long term workers were post-graduates unable to put their diplomas to use and while it was handy for getting invited to college parties - you certainly felt a disconnect.

But then there was Danny.

Shy, kind, attractive Danny. You would be lying if you said you’d never noticed him in school. He was that one quiet cool kid that everyone just kind of liked. Good taste in music, if you could remember correctly. As soon as you got home from your first shift together you’d made sure to stalk all of his socials, he was kind of artsy - not quite goth but not quite full blown skater boy. He was rarely seen on his own Instagram, instead filling with pictures of his friends or gigs he’d been to. You bit your lip, growing only more curious about the blonde boy, head filling with speculation about his taste in romantic partners or what he’d be like behind closed doors.

You remembered the first day he’d walked in with the hairstyle he sported so casually now. He wore it so well compared to the dark brown mop he used to have. You’d never really noticed the boys or girls in your class before as being particularly attractive, but Danny walking in with that haircut and his new skater-ish look was like a breath of fresh air.  

This bubbling attraction was never indicated or acted upon until both of you were on kitchen duty during a quiet Sunday night shift. Danny had found that you liked to playfully bicker, it was like vocal tennis to you. Each of you began to find things to make the other flustered, never hitting too below the belt.

Both of you had been tiptoeing on a dangerous line, comments almost falling into uncharted territory. Running out of options to make him squirm, you turned around and admitted, “I actually remember when you came into class with that mullet for the first time. I thought it was super hot.” He froze, not sure how to respond. Were you actually flirting with him? Was this just part of the joke? Instinctively running his hands through his hair, he thought of a quick response.

“Thanks, I guess. Yeah, I liked when you had streaks in your hair.” You had briefly followed the TikTok trend coming back to high school after lockdown, two platinum blonde streaks framing your face. You raised your eyebrows. “Daniel! You’re like, totally obsessed with me!” You giggled, tucking hair behind your ear. Danny, blushing, shrugged and diverted his eyes to the task at hand.

“I could literally say the same for you. Still think my hair is super hot?” He smirked, looking up at her across the small divide of the work station. “Yeah, I do.” She smiled back.

From here, a light flirtation began to intertwine with the duo’s constant bickering, quickly leading to them becoming close. Their co-workers had begun to notice that they’d swap shifts in order to be together, not that either of them would admit that. As long as they were getting the work done, nobody cared. They were a dynamic duo in the workplace, known to close the building in record time and maintain high sales during quiet days. Slowly, you had both began to be left in charge of the store on a Sunday closing shift.

Naturally, he’d offer to give you a ride home. You didn’t live too far from him and if his mom had found out he’d left you alone to get a bus or walk home she would’ve killed him. It was a win-win, and he was always grateful for the time he spent with you alone. Along the way, there would occasionally be a late night detour to McDonalds or whatever fast food place that would be open at the time, both of you sick of pizzas after long shifts spent in the kitchen.

In the parking lot within the safe confines of the family car, you’d gossip about classmates and co-workers and sing loud to your heart's content to whatever CDs he had lying around. Sometimes he’d play his new mixes for you, eager to hear your thoughts. One night after playing you his newest mix, nervously playing with the clutch, you placed your hand on top of his.

“I really appreciate you playing me these by the way. Like genuinely, I really like them.” You smiled, and he smiled back. It was no secret that he was very shy about playing others his music, the only time it felt natural was when he did do a DJ gig somewhere (thanks to the fake ID his aunt Beth got him). He was desperate to play it cool, but his hands clammy at your touch indicated otherwise.

“Thanks man.” He started the ignition, leading you to jump slightly and remove your hand. He could still feel the ghost of it when he began to drive away, willing you to place it back again. But the soft feeling of your palm never returned.

“Really… Thanks for everything, Dan. It means a lot to me.” You continued, your eyes on the road now like his should have been, only distracted so he could take short discreet glances at you. “I’m glad we met.”

“What was that?” He teased, pretending not to hear her. She lightly nudged him, “Har-har, very funny.”

“Yeah whatever. Really glad you’ve become my passenger princess,” You turn around to look at him through eyelashes, head pressed against the headrest. You couldn’t help but note how good he looked with the dimmed lighting of the street lights at night.

“The only reason I keep you around is ‘cause you keep leaving your shit in the car all the time, so I have to hang around you ‘cause my mom gets pissy that all this random junk is here.” Danny begins to joke around, picking up a lip gloss you’d left a few shifts ago. “Shit! I was looking for that!” You grabbed it off him, pulling the mirror down to apply it. He scoffed and rolled his eyes, jokingly.

By the time you got to your door, you almost didn't want to leave the car. A lingering thick silence grew and every small creak or sound the car would make emphasised it even further. Despite all these late night car rides or the occasional video call, you barely spoke during the day. It wasn’t like you were purposefully avoiding each other, you were doing different majors and had classes spread across the campus. Nonetheless, you found yourself missing his company.

“I really really meant what I said, Danny.” You promised, “Not teasing you, I promise.”

A faint smile on his lips, he replied “I know.” Silence again for a moment.

“I like teasing you.” He’d said it so quietly you didn’t even know if you’d heard him correctly. His eyes shifted to your figure, your own eyes now glued to the view of the dark empty street from the windshield. You could feel your chest growing heavier, and the burn rising to your cheeks. He continued, “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

Without thinking, you turned to look at him again. “Yeah, you too Daniel.” You parted from him with a light smack to his arm.

Getting out the car, you sped to your front door. You were dying to turn around to catch his reaction, he always did such a good job of appearing so stoic and then crumbling at the very last moment at any sort of praise sent his way. As much as you tried to resist it, you couldn’t help but glance back at the boy. He was watching you from the car window, rosy cheeked and eyes hopeful.

But you couldn’t just leave him with that. As much as you desperately wanted to appear cool and mysterious, there was a part of you that clung to any interaction with him you could get. It’s what made you both so reluctant to hang up on each other during the occasional late night video call, only thwarted by Ellie politely reminding Danny he was keeping the other members of the household awake with his laughter.

Running back to the car trying not to trip over your own two feet, you hoped he couldn’t sense your own nervousness. You bang on the window, with Danny already in the process of rolling it down.

Air cold and still, lights dim.

“Thanks for the ride.” Leaning in, you pressed your glossy lips earnestly to his warm cheek. For a moment as you pulled away slowly, you could feel how close your faces were to each other. His breath on your face, you waited for anything to happen. “Y-yeah, no worries man.” Rushing back to your home, you couldn’t tell if you’d accomplished your goal or not. On one hand, he was flustered - it was obvious. But on the other, you’d almost wished he’d done something, anything, to keep you talking to him.

A few days went by with you beginning to narrowly miss each other at work, he would finish as you started or likewise. You hoped it wasn’t purposeful, although you’d admit that you hadn’t bothered to change any of your shifts since that night.

Legs hanging off the bed, you had been relaxing after a long day of kind-of studying. The fact you’d bothered to get the textbook out at all had seemed like a cause for celebration for you. Toying with the thought of teasing Dan via text, you were surprised to find the boy had already texted you.

DANNY

outside.

(sent at 23:04)

now

(sent at 23:05)

Alert, you stumbled your way to your bedroom window, legs still half dead from just lying around. And there it was, the trusty family Buick parked right outside. You could see his arm hanging from the window, fingers strumming something onto the car door. Those fingers had been thought about many times when Danny was on your mind. Long and kind of skinny, you imagined how they looked on the record decks he spent so much of his free time over.

Spinning the record, a single digit softly pressing down on the smooth ridge. How did he control them? Was he soft when he did it? Did he tug the record ever so slightly? Was he a little messy with his strokes? How much pressure did he apply? Did the rhythm depend on the listener?

This was going too far. And plus, you were keeping him waiting.

“Hurry the fuck up, I’m starving bro.” He whined as soon as your figure appeared in your front doorway.

“I ate already Dan,” Still searching for an explanation.

“Okay? Damn, you can watch me eat then! Just hurry up!” He nudged the horn, causing you to both jump. “I didn’t think that would be enough pressure to be honest, that kinda scared me too.” He admitted.

He was a little rough, you thought. Good to know.

“Why the fuck are you here, dumbass? I’ve got class in the morning.” You folded your arms, still not making any effort to get in the vehicle.

“I miss you, obviously.” He shrugged, as if it really was the most obvious thing in the world. It was like you could hear your heart ping inside you when he said that. You were starting to hate the recent way he’d been making you feel. He was certainly winning the teasing game.

You rolled your eyes, you were going to fight for this. “Danny, if you want to fuck me that badly you just need to ask.”

“Fuck off, I’m starving. I thought you loved me.” He pouted. Damn, he was good. Maybe this was all it was to him really, just a game. Maybe this is how he’s trying to set boundaries to imply you should just be platonic. Secretly, you hoped he wasn’t.

You huffed, “Fine.” And now both of you were driving to god knows what fast food place.

“Is your mom not pissed at you just taking the car all the time?” He shrugged off the question. “As long as I’m paying for the gas, she doesn’t care.” You hadn’t actually met her, despite hearing stories about her.

“Does she get annoyed at you coming home so late?” You were lightly prodding, not necessarily to simply tease but just to get a better picture of what it was like for him. He seemed once again unbothered when he responded, “I’m really good at staying quiet.”

“Aren’t you meant to be a DJ?”

“Yeah, but I guess I’ve had practice in other ways.”

What. The. Fuck.

Respectfully, you didn’t know what to do with that information.

“Gross, I don’t need to hear about all that.” You lightly hit his shoulder, almost frowning selfishly when he didn’t even take his eyes off the road.

“Hear about what?” He feigns ignorance, but you swear you can see a flicker of a smirk on his mouth. “Your sex life, Daniel!”

“Woah woah woah - I never said anything about sex! That’s just all your perverted thoughts, assuming the worst in me.” There it is, there’s that smirk he was so desperate to hide. You try to fight it with an eye roll.

“Dick.”

“God, penis on the goddamned brain! You’re so fuckin’ filthy, babe.” He was obviously joking and yet there was something there that had you squirming in the car seat. “Shut up. You win tonight.” His face warms up at your comment, you can’t find it in your heart to truly hate him for it. Your comment only happened to foreshadow what was to come.

By the time Danny gets and finishes his food, you’re both sitting in silence in some darkened car park. This is no different from the usual after work trips, but something really seems different in the air.

The silence was peaceful, almost kind of soothing. For a second, it felt like you two might be the only two people left at the end of the world. Of course, this wasn’t the apocalypse and the biggest hurdle in your life at the moment was the internal battle with your feelings for the boy seated beside you.

His hands were still gripping the steering wheel but the car was in a static standstill. You hoped he was just as nervous as you were.

“I’ve been thinking about what you were saying, by the way.” He finally spoke, causing your head to turn to him.

“I say a lot of things, Dan. Gonna have to be more specific.” A smug smile greeting him when he turned around to meet your waiting eyes. He sent a blank look your way, taken out of context it would’ve seemed like he was actually fed up with you.

“Like, the whole spending time with you thing. I’m glad we met too.” You couldn’t help but bite your lip, looking at him through long lashes, an almost siren’s gaze. “Danny, it seems like you’ve gone all soft on me.”

He almost cringed at your words. If there had been one thing that Danny had been when he’d been thinking about you recently it definitely wasn’t soft. He prayed that you weren’t secretly a mind reader, but you could tell you had prodded enough from the way the atmosphere shifted.

“I like going on these drives with you, it helps me clear my mind I guess.” Danny continued to play with the leather of the steering wheel. As bad as it sounds, he’d found a spot he could lightly rip up with his nails and it became his new fixation when he was fidgeting. “And I was maybe wondering if you’d like to go on more of them. With me… not just like after work or anything.” He stuttered, kind of scared to meet your gaze again. One thing he hated was how much you made him squirm. You had a specific talent for making him nervous, but at the same time the feeling was so addictive that he didn’t want you to stop.

“Is this like you asking me on a date?” Brows raised, your fingers fell to the hem of your shirt subconsciously doing the same fidgeting that Danny was performing in front of you.

“No! Not like, I don’t mean anything like pervy or that despite what I was, like, joking about-” He moved in defence, his hands raised as if to block her joke from reaching him.

“I’m fucking with you. You know I love our drives, they’re our drives.” You said it with such conviction that despite not really saying anything he completely understood what you meant. These little trips no matter how far they went felt special to them.

He softly chuckled, feeling like whatever barrier he’d been putting up was falling. “You’re obsessed with me.”

“Shut the fuck up, Danny.”

“It’s okay! I’m a little obsessed with you too! We can be mutually obsessed with each other - that’s how friendships work!” For a moment, you realised that maybe the way he spoke to you - the way you spoke to each other - was what kept you coming back to him. He was attractive, sure, but something was so free about the way you could speak around each other.

But also, god, he was so attractive.

He leaned back against the headrest, you took the time to appreciate his soft jaw. Those damn pink lips. As much as you’d been trying to not admit it you were desperate to feel them on your neck. There was nothing more you wanted right now than to lean over and kiss him with such ferocity that you’d both forget your own names.

You most definitely shouldn’t be feeling these ways. Aside from him being a friend, he was a co-worker. Relationships like that always ended so messily.

“I think I pity you actually, why do you have to stay so quiet, Dan? Couldn’t have been good if they didn’t even make you moan.”

“I didn’t say they couldn’t make me, I just said I was good at being quiet.” You both paused for a moment, where did you go from here? You could open Pandora's box, and let out whatever tension you’ve been feeling or you could stay within the safety of his friendship.

“Was hard for them to stay quiet though.” Your chest tightened, you felt like all of the air had disappeared in the car.

Holy shit.

“I’m sure they managed just fine.” Managing to choke out a swift comeback, trying to appear as sardonic as you possibly could. “Yeah, my hand sure helped.”

Another blow to the system. He was good at this.

He shifted, like he was preparing for his next hit. “You talk too much to be quiet, I think.” Another stab to your chest, screw him. You were going for the kill.

“Maybe I just need a helping hand.” Your eyes shifted to his own hands, still on the wheel. He’d noticed. He was coming for blood.

“That can be arranged, sweetheart.” If this was Mortal Kombat, his streak would be unreal. “I don’t think you’d be able to handle me.” You countered, you were ashamed to admit you were losing the fight. “I think I’m a little too wild for you, Dan.”

“Prove it.”

The killing blow.

If this was a film, this would be the part where you pounce on each other and fight for dominance with your tongues. But this is not a movie, and as passionate as that sounds, the thought of your tongue as some sort of roman gladiator kind of made you feel icky.

All you could do was respond with exhaling a breath you never realised you were holding, kind of amused. You tilted your head as if to say, ‘touché’.

And that was that.

He got you home safely as he would any other night, watching you as you entered the house. Through the peephole, you could see him linger for a moment staring at your door. He rested his head once again on the headrest, this time looking exasperated. Running a hand through his platinum hair, he started the engine and left.

Bed sheets twisted in hand, you weren’t proud to admit just how much of an effect his words had on you. But lying there, your fingers softly playing with your clit, you didn’t really feel guilty either. You thought once again of his own fingers on you, a little rough with you. The rhythm of them as they throbbed within you, he’d know exactly what tempo would ruin you.

Initially you were concerned about looking him in the eyes the next time you saw him, but when you got another good look at him that feeling quickly went away. He was intoxicating to be around. How were you this down bad for him?

The rides continued as normal, if not more frequently now. Always tiptoeing on the line between playful banter and the most delicious flirtation you’d ever partaken in was like whiplash. But you couldn’t stop.

Speculation about the other's sex life could be tried and tested, each playful answer given offering a thrilling image that would be used to fuel lonely fantasies behind bedroom doors.

After you had to travel to Oregon for a family emergency, contact with Danny again grew to a halt. It wasn’t like you were desperate to speak to him all the time but in the moments you weren’t busy, he was usually at work, in classes or looking after his sisters.

DANNY

miss u u massive fucking loser

(sent at 22:37)

YOU

die

(seen at 22:39)

miss you too

(seen at 22:39)

how is life without me?

(seen at 22:39)

DANNY

sucks

(sent at 22:39)

going to strangle bridget if she comes into my room one more time perhaps

(sent at 22:40)

as soon as ur back in the state ur getting ur cute little ass into my goddamn car and i am going drive u all around the city

(sent at 22:40)

YOU

that’s kidnapping?

(seen at 22:40)

DANNY

cry about it

(sent at 22:40)

what did u do today my beloved?

(sent at 22:41)

YOU

shopped for lingerie

(seen at 22:41)

It hadn’t been a lie, you had visited the local mall and picked up some stuff - some of it had just happened to be nice underwear.

DANNY

HOT

(sent at 22:42)

send pics

(sent at 22:43)

There was a great potential here that you had to consider. Danny could literally just be joking, this wasn’t too far out of the things you usually teased each other with. But, at the same time you wondered if this would be a good way of getting back at him for making you squirm. Would you be crossing a line if you sent one or two unsuggestive pictures to him?

When the pictures were delivered, two of you in different sets of lingerie, he almost dropped his phone. You’d be the fucking death of him.

After a few minutes of no response but the screen indicating they had been seen, you began to panic. Fuck, what if this had all back fired? Were these unsolicited despite what he had said? Were you too dumb to read between the lines?

YOU

heyyyy you good lol

(sent at 22:52)

sorry if that was too much

(sent at 22:53)

Still a few more moments of no response. Until, both turned to (seen at 22:56).

DANNY

no sorry! i was helping my mom with make dinner

(sent at 22:56)

YOU

dinner at 11pm?

(seen at 22:57)

DANNY

we’re a hungry bunch

(sent at 23:00)

Biting your lip, all you could do right now so far away from seeing his actual reaction was take his word for it. Your phone pinged with a new notification.

DANNY sent a photo.

It was similar to what you’d sent, with him being shirtless and in his boxers. He’d taken it from a mirror, kneeling on the floor - tattoos on display. The things you would do right now to be in that room on your knees were unspeakable.

YOU

cold in there?

(seen at 23:02)

DANNY

freezing

(sent at 23:02)

need someone in new lingerie to come warm me up i guess

(sent at 23:03)

Initially, you typed out ‘good luck with that’ but paused before you hit send. You couldn’t just let this escape you anymore.

YOU

i’ll be home soon

(seen at 23:06)

After that, you could hardly wait to see him. None of your other chats after that quite reached that level of promiscuity. You were craving even more of him after seeing him like that. No longer did you need to imagine what he looked like under the uniform.

It wasn’t long until you were back in Los Angeles and already getting ready for him to come pick you up. You’d thrown on a cute white milkmaid summer dress, trying to look effortless despite you having the outfit planned for your return since that night you exchanged pictures. The new lingerie was incorporated as well, of course. Even if nothing came of all this, you were going to go out there knowing you looked damn good. A red cardigan was added on top, giving enough coverage for the hot LA nights.

You practically jumped into the car when he pulled up outside your house, shouting to nobody in particular that you would be out late tonight.

Cheshire cat-like grin on his face, just being beside him again made you remember just how much you missed him. “Hey,” He began, starting the ignition.

“Miss me?” You winked, hand softly playing with the back of his mullet for a moment as if you were greeting a pet. “You don’t know the half of it, babe.”

“Where are we heading for food?” You enquired, nothing had really been planned beyond just seeing each other. “Well actually, I was gonna ask if you wanted to come to mine for dinner tonight. My mom is working super late so, um, she invited you. Means we can still go on a drive til she gets home.”

Beaming, you immediately started nodding. “Oh my god, Danny! You’ve been talking to your mama about me.”

“Not like we spend most of our time with each other.”

“You’re obsessed! How long have I been saying this?” Smug assertion rolling off your tongue so easily, you realised you hadn’t actually answered the question. “Yeah, I’d love to come.” He smiled.

“Where are you thinking of going in the meantime?” You began to play with the hem of your dress, lifting it ever so slightly to expose more of your thigh. His eyes flickered to the new skin on show, thinking of you in those photos again. “Um, takeaway milkshakes in the park sound good?”

“Sounds great, actually.” And so off you went.

He picked strawberry, you picked vanilla. You were sitting in covered darkness, the overhead light of the car on to allow you to see one another. Sneaking glimpses of each other as you finished the drinks, giggling when you caught the other.

“What’s in Oregon?” He asks, all you’d been talking about up to that point was the workplace gossip you’d missed during your time away. You shrugged, “Parents are from there. I grew up there actually, I go back and forth occasionally.” You stopped to take a slurp of the sweet beverage.

“My great aunt is ill but its whatever. We’re not close or anything with that side of the family, it’s still sad I guess, but I don’t know. Just not like, to be a downer or anything, y’know?” The boy nodded beside her, “Yeah my mom’s family is kinda distant.”

You knew about his asshole dad disappearing. He spoke about him so little that you didn’t want to pry when he was obviously going through shit that didn’t really concern you. “Her mom, my grandma, she was kind of nuts.”

“Bummer. Fuckin’ stupid family shit, am I right?” You tried to lighten the mood. “Yeah, such a pain in the fucking ass.” He smiled. The mood had obviously taken a nosedive, so you attempted to liven it up a bit.

“I actually lost my virginity in Oregon a few years back.” Hand filing through your hair to push it back from your face, you shook your head. “Was like this stupid guy that knew my cousins. It was terrible.”

“I think I’ve got you beat, mine was in the bathroom at some random gig I went to with a girl from school. We never spoke after it.” Your face dropped, evidently feeling sorry for him. “Don’t feel sorry for me, man, neither of us were feeling it.”

“Wow, I don’t even know where the weirdest place I’ve had sex is, honestly.” Thinking through the few escapades you had partaken in, you realised most had been in homes when parents were out.

“That gig one was probably mine. Actually, I got a blowjob under the bleachers in senior year once, that shit was crazy.” Jealousy struck through your heart, who gave him it? He answered the question for you, “It was Brenda Glemmer.”

That bitch.

“Wow, someone’s jealous.” You hadn’t realised that you’d involuntarily said that last part out loud. “She was a dick to me, my hatred is not blowjob related.” Failing to convince him, he rested a hand on your shoulder in comfort. “Sure thing, babe.”

Rolling your eyes, you suddenly remembered your craziest experience of all. “Actually, I think I have you beat! I once got ate out in a graveyard!”

“Jesus christ, I’m not at all surprised you give such goth gf vibes.” He smirked, finishing his milkshake. “God, what I would’ve given to be that guy.”

Cheeks heated, “Fuck you!” You exclaimed.

“Not if I fuck you first!” That earned a smack and more giggling. He continued, “I knew you were into kinky shit like that.” But when the giggling died down, the deep wanting returned.

“Ever had sex in this car before?” You found yourself staring out into the blackness of the park, your heart beating the fastest you thought it may have ever beaten.

“No, can’t say I have.” His hands are clutching the wheel again. “Thought about it, though.”

“Oh really?” You were on full autopilot mode now, the words exiting your mouth only coming out as an act of self preservation in case you pass out from nervousness.

“You know I’ve thought about it.”

You turn to look at him, and there he was, already waiting for you. “You really should do something about it then.”

“Maybe I’m worried the girl I like doesn’t want it like I want it.”

“I think she needs it more than she needs to fucking breathe, Danny.”

And that was that.

Lips desperately pressed to one another, needy to taste what you had been anticipating for months now. His face was just as warm as yours, the heat only adding to the feverish feeling.

You tasted like vanilla and sweetness, like sunset and cinnamon. Your hands knotting with his hair, he begged you to tug on it with a groan, you had to comply. It had been a while since you had last kissed anyone, but none had ever even come close to this. Laced with absolute desire and greed from both sides, taking whatever you could both get after wanting it so badly for so long.

His hands began to gently pull the cardigan from your shoulders, throwing it to the backseat before dipping his fingers under the straps of your dress. It was here, unfortunately, you had to stop him.

“Nuh-uh, not here. Too creepy.” You bit your lip, worried that you were out of options.

“I think I know a place.”

Hastily reversing, he sped off in the direction of his own apartment building. The underground carpark often lay abandoned after around 10pm, leaving it an ideal place for a potential late night escapade. His mom would get a ride to the front of the building, meaning if she did come home there would hopefully be zero crossover, especially with him having the remote with him in the glove compartment.  

Right hand dropping to rest on your thigh, you couldn’t help but notice how good he looked with one hand on the wheel, brows furrowed in concentration.

For a moment, it was like neither of you really knew what you were going to do when you got there. You were kind of spoiled for choice, not really ever having a place to yourselves with you both still living with parents. This car granted multiple opportunities - or as Danny was thinking, interesting positions. He needed to try them all.

You could feel your arousal pooling beneath you, while Danny continued through the traffic, you crossed your legs over and began to grind your thighs together for temporary relief. Eyes flicking from the road to your sexually frustrated figure. Slowly, opening your legs ever so slightly, he holds the hem of your dress and lifts it back, exposing the underwear. He recognised it immediately, licking his lips.

“You’re fuckin’ bad.” You smirked at his words, “Like it?”. You feign innocence, twirling a strand of hair with your finger.

Danny groans, moving the hand from your thigh to brush his fingers through his hair. “Yeah, really, really like it.” His fingers go back to trace along your entrance, underwear soaked already. You couldn’t even feel embarrassed, not when the fingers you had been imagining on you for so long were touching you like this.

Your hand hovers over his own, and you press his digits into your cunt. You emit a dark sigh, a noise that makes Danny want to pull over and fuck you on the sidewalk out in the open. Guiding his hand against you, working you up into the unspeakable rhythm, you begin to knead your breast with your other hand. Feeling delirious with goosebumps growing on your skin, you lean forward to press kisses against his neck. Tongue flicking under his silver chain that you’ve been dying to taste for so long. “Stop distracting me,” He groans, without doing anything to stop you.

He was pushing a little harder on the peddle, doing everything in his power to not get lost in the view of your cleavage, knuckles white wrapped around the wheel.

After what felt like a lifetime, the car pulled into the darkened garage. He fumbled with the remote, almost dropping it in a rapid attempt to press the button. The buzz of the gate finally indicated, the shutter lifting.  With that, you guessed your fate was sealed.

Danny made sure to park in the far back, if anyone did come down here they would hopefully have a hard time noticing the pair.

As soon as the keys were turned, Danny was pulling you into his lap. You started to rock your hips on him, not applying too much pressure in a further attempt to torment him.

“Too scared to take me upstairs to meet mommy right now?” You teased, running your hands through his hair. He made no effort to hide how much pleasure the sensation was giving him. “Just absolutely desperate to fuck you right now, if I’m being honest.” He was almost breathless, struggling to get the words out with you grinding on him the way you were.

You smirked, his right hand travelling from your hips, to your breast, to your neck. “So, so pretty.”

You stopped him, desperate to ask him a question that had been playing on your mind since it happened. “Were you really helping your mom with dinner when I sent those pictures?”

“Fuck no, they were saved to my camera roll the second they came through.” You scoffed. “I fucking knew it!”

“Yeah, yeah. As if it was hard.” He holds your hips down onto his own and for the first time you feel the thickness under you. Both of you breathing wildly, grinding into each other, knowing there's still far more to even come. It was exhilarating.

“I think I know something else that might be really hard right now.” Here you were, working yourself up on his lap. You were sure your wetness had soaked through his shorts. “Wonder whose fault that is?”

Your lips were back on his, and immediately it was like another hit of the most powerful drug. The way he moved with you, his grip on you was egging you on even more. You wanted to be so bad for him.

His fingers once again fell to your underwear, pushing them aside to feel just how wet you really were. “Fuck.” He murmured, beginning to rub his thumb over your clit. “Danny,” You moaned in retaliation.

Without warning, he sunk his middle and index fingers into you. Slowly pulsating inside you, you gasp for air. Falling back and-

BEEEEEEEP

The sound of you pressing against the wheel causes you both to jump, but also causes Danny’s fingers to go further inside you - leading to another moan.

You both giggle, not stopping with the new depth and pace as we works up into you. “I seriously need to stop doing that.” You fall against him, forehead placed against the other. “Wanted to feel you for so long.” He mumbles.

“Mhmm?” You were in too much bliss to properly respond as he nodded, “Feels good?” You nodded in return. He starts to suck on your neck, biting the areas you react the most to. You thought this feeling of closeness was unobtainable, yet here you were with him.

Pressing a light kiss, you whine when he removes his fingers from beneath you. He lifts his index to his mouth, licking it. “You taste fucking amazing,” Danny smiles at your wide eyes. “You want a taste?” Again, you nod. He places the two fingers in your own mouth. “Suck, baby.” He commands you and you follow without hesitation. His jaw goes slack at the sight of your sucking his fingers, tongue making little circles around his fingertips to show what you’re capable of.

Letting them go, you mumble, “I think I wanna go in the back seat, Dan.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, wanna taste your cock.” Well, that’ll do it. You’re practically launched backwards through the small gap to get to the back of the car. Danny instead swings the driver side door open, ejecting the chair forward and climbs in on top of you. Pinning you down, you reach for his dick as his hands grip your waist. Kissing you with a ferocity somehow not even present in the kisses from before, he presses you against him.

Pulling away to gasp for air, with your help Danny yanks his sweater and baggy t-shirt off in one fell swoop. His shorts get thrown on the floor, leaving him in his boxers. He reaches for the zip of your dress, pulling the straps down and ripping it off your body right from under you. “I’ve been thinking about you in this everyday since you sent me that picture.” He plays with the straps of bra, noses touching and breath light on your face. His soft eyes on your figure, taking a moment to take it all in.

“Well, maybe three times a day.” You softly smack his chest as you fall into him, giggling as he plays with the hooks at the back. You shake the bra off and reach for your underwear, leaving you totally exposed. Danny, giving a second to take in the view of your naked body, pulls down the waistband of his underwear. From the immediate sight of his cock, precum dripping from the tip, you’re compelled to lick it.

On your knees beside him in the back seat, you lick a stripe up the length of him before taking him in your mouth. You stay like this, head bobbing as he grabs a chunk of your hair and gently guides you with the other hand on your head. With a little difficulty, you look up at him, his head thrown back on the headrest and his mouth stuck in the shape of an ‘O’.

“Stop, stop. Fuck, c’mere.” He picks your torso up by your arms and guides your lips back to his, before pulling your legs over so you’re now straddling him.

Rubbing his length against your clit, he begins to suck on more bare spaces around your neck and chest. You hold his head as you rock into him.

“Danny, I can’t- I need to feel you now.” He nods hastily, and positions himself under you.

You lower yourself onto him, letting out a guttural moan at the feeling of him filling you. You wrap yourself around him as he grits his teeth, holding your hips as you start to ride him.

Face buried in his neck, you whimper as you set a steady pace, fingers twisted tightly in that blonde mullet you loved so much. Your knees dig into the seat, you can feel yourself coming undone.

He rips your head from the crevice, getting a good look at you as he starts to take the lead and rolls up into you.

“Such a pretty baby,” His hand wraps around your jaw, squeezing your cheeks. The hand drops to your neck, as his other wraps around your thigh, giving more guidance. “Keep talking,” You struggle out, fucking yourself into him at this point. By this point the windows are fogged and you’re sure the car is rocking by now.

Your fingers wrap around his hand on your neck, begging him to hold it a little tighter, a little rougher. He tuts, before connecting his hand to your backside with a loud smack.

“You’re fuckin filthy, you know that?”

“Yes, yes, Danny, fuck!”

“Fuck, you’re better than anything I ever imagined.” With two taps to your waist, you both stop. You’re evidently growing weaker, all fucked out on his dick. He flips you around so your back is lying on the seat. You’re all sprawled out in front of him, hair kind of crazy, but he swears to god he’s never been more attracted to any human being ever.

He presses himself down on top of you, balancing his weight so you’re not crushed but something feels so intimate about the way he’s on you.

Smiling again, he plants out of time kisses onto your lips whenever he can. Forearm above your head to keep him balanced, palm lovingly on your crown to support you. His eyes watching your face closely, this was it. Fuck, this was really it.

The feeling that could only be explained as a tidal wave of wet hot rising, Danny’s pace guiding it to where it needed to go.

“I’m gonna, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He whimpers, picking up his pace while still visibly shaking. You pull his forehead down to yours as he continues to work his hips into you. Your thighs are holstered far above his hips, offering a perfect angle for you both. The feeling of him filling you up was enough to send you over the edge.

“Dan, shit, me too.”

“C’mon baby, needed this for so long. It’s always been you.” With those finishing words, you couldn’t hold back any longer. Body shaking with the orgasm rippling through you, Danny beginning to come down from his own.

For a while, you both sat in the corners of the back seat, as if you were boxers in a ring. Your eyes stayed trained on each other’s bodies as you caught your breaths.

You crawl over to him, finally resting in the space between his legs as his arms wrap around your body.

“Do you think it would be awkward if I could stay the night?” You finally announced. You turned to face him. “It wouldn’t be, like, weird if we slept in the same bed, right?”

“My dick was literally just inside you.” His palm resting on your jaw, lovingly stroking his thumb over your cheek. “And? Maybe you hated it!” He shook his head, “That was the best thing I’ve probably ever experienced in my life.” He left a kiss on your jaw, where the ghost of his fingers still lingered.

His mom probably would be fine with her staying as well, seeing as she wasn’t really judgy with the whole boy and girl sleepover thing.

“Just a fair warning, my sisters are a fuckin’ pain in the ass.” He shook you off him, beginning to locate both of your scattered clothing and collect yourselves. “That’s cool. I’m excited to meet them.”

For a second, he watched you get ready, still eyeing your body. Your neck and chest were covered in purple markings left by him. He smiled wistfully, appreciating his work along with your figure. You clocked him watching and rolled your eyes, “Perv.”

“You’re cute.” He skimmed his hands over each one, as if it was the world’s most abstract dot-to-dot puzzle. You realised just how many hickies covered you. “Fuckin’ asshole.” Before he could grab it, you snatched his sweatshirt from beside him, offering you more coverage than your cardigan would allow. “How the hell am I gonna cover these up when I see your mom?” Danny shrugged once again, still finding the whole situation amusing and honestly, kinda hot.

“Just say it’s a birthmark,” He began to press soft kisses on each hickey. “Or maybe I’ll just have to keep one hand around your neck at all times.” You lightly smacked him, but it didn’t deter him from the task at hand. Your gaze softened, lifting his chin up so you were both eye to eye.

“So obsessed, huh?” He nodded at your words, stealing another kiss from your lips. You’d let him take as much as he wanted of you. “You know it.” And another, and another, until he was kissing every inch of your face as you tried to bat him away.

Leaning into his ear you whisper, “Maybe later, you can show me just how quiet you can be?” He almost growls at your statement, you press a finger to his lips. The promise of more to come was exhilarating to the both of you. He parts with a soft bite to your neck, softer than the ones offered earlier.

He held your hand all the way to the apartment, and in the elevator you nestled into his neck. The feeling of him, his scent, so strong all around you was enough to make you totally intoxicated with the mere thought of him. Looking up, you catch him looking down at you, soft smile playing on his lips.

Yeah, you could get used to this.

#danny evil dead x reader #danny evil dead rise #evil dead #evil dead rise #morgan davies #morgan davies imagine #evil dead smut #danny evil dead rise x reader #danny evil dead #danny x reader #evil dead x reader

[vaporwavebeach-writes]

Kinktober Day 4 (Teratophilia)

Deadite!Ellie (Evil Dead Rise) x Reader (NSFW)

(1,351 words)

Summary: You’ve seen enough horror movies to know that having sex with the demonic version of your neighbor is dangerous.

Warnings/Tags: 18+, gender neutral reader, dead dove do not eat (seriously, this shit gets BANANAS), graphic depictions of violence, viewing the aftermath of a murder scene, stabbing, blasphemy (kinda), head trauma, breaking in, dubcon (ish), Ellie being mean, sadism, biting, scratching, monster fucking, oral sex

Notes: MAGGOT MOMMY <3 I had her specifically in mind for this one. I saw this with my friends over the summer and they thought I was CRAZY bc I said I could fix her LMAO anyway, enjoy the fic!!!

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You’ve seen enough horror movies to know that hearing the loud thuds of people running and falling outside your door is dangerous. You’ve seen enough horror movies to know that hearing screams, bloodcurdling enough to know there was a threat is dangerous. You’ve seen enough horror movies to know that several gunshots, sending loud enough bangs to make your ears ring, is dangerous. You’ve seen enough horror movies to know that hearing laughter, full of malice, is dangerous.

So when you decided to peek your head out the door only to be met with the dead bodies of your neighbors, splayed out and bloodied across the hallway, you knew your horror movie knowledge wouldn’t be able to save you now.

The scent of death wafted around the hallway. Blood poured from the bodies of your poor neighbors. You were grateful to be situated at the other end of the hall, if you had a closer view to the emptied chasms of their insides, you were sure you would be sick.

At the end of the hallway stood Ellie. She looked dead. Her skin was pale, littered with bruises and cuts. Her deep red hair was matted. She was covered in blood.

Ellie? There is no way she could’ve done something like this. She was kind, always making sure to hold the elevator for others when they were running late. She took no-nonsense from anyone or anything. She had three children to take care of- all of whom you saw were being raised to be good people. She knew the neighbors. She knew you. She wouldn’t have done this to them.

Or at least that’s what you thought until you saw her prowl down the hallway. What you saw, wasn’t the Ellie you recognized. It seemed as if all her bones were broken, and put together the wrong way. Somehow, she moved like a wounded animal, but also like a dangerous predator. The sound of her heels dragging and scuffing against the floor along with the garbled coughs of your dying neighbors was a sound that was sure to stick with you for as long as you lived- which you assumed wouldn’t be much longer. As Ellie continue to stalk closer to your door, decided that if you were about to die, you wouldn’t go down easy.

Slamming your door and locking it, you arm yourself with a kitchen knife, and begin to pray. You can hear the thud of her footsteps stop. For a brief moment, you feel relief, until loud and heavy pounding starts to come directly at your door.

“God won’t save you now.” A hoarse, demonic, almost inhuman sounding voice taunts from the other side of the door. Mustering enough courage to look through the peephole, Ellie stares at you. Sunken, black circles surrounded her eyes, looking bruised and bloodied. Her eyes were no longer the bright blue you had seen flash you kind glances in the past, but a ghostly, milky white. Dead. Lifeless. Yet, there she stood outside your apartment, staring back out you through the peephole with a crooked and menacing grin.

“It’s so pathetic,” she says blankly. “Praying as if you think you’re going to make it out of here…” You grip your knife tighter. “As if God can even hear you.”

“Jesus, Ellie,” you reply, hushed. “What the fuck happened to you? You don’t look so good.”

“Ellie’s rotting in hell with the rest of your sack of shit neighbors!” She shrieks. You look away from the peephole as Ellie reels back and continuously slams her head against the door. The wood begins to splinter and crack, and you can only watch in horror as the woman you once called your neighbor, makes her way into your only safe haven.

“Mommy’s home.” She drawls distortedly. She sets her sights on you, creeping over surprisingly quick where you can feel her, just inches away from your skin.

Jamming your knife into the side of her skull, she pauses for a moment. Did you get her? Is she dead? You get your answer soon enough as she pulls the knife from her head and slams it right next your hand where she has you backed up on your kitchen table. Despite the dread churning in your stomach, the proximity of her body so close to yours was enough to spike your arousal, as well as fear.

“Such a pitiful sight,” she teases, as you feel the air of her breath on your neck. You let out an involuntary whimper, cheeks beginning to heat up. Ellie sees this and barks out a cruel laugh. Her hands move across your body, clawing and grabbing at every crevice. “You are such a coward,” she chides. “Letting a monster feel you up.” She was right and all you could do was nod. “I know you’d do anything to stay alive, right?” Her voice drops to a sweet tone. It’s sick to hear such a scary and mocking voice have such a sweet tone.

“…Yes” you grit out, shaking.

“It’s always the sluts like you that make the most delicious screams.” She smiles wickedly, before violently kissing and biting at your chest. Your shirt is practically torn open as Ellie pushes you down and pins you to the table.

Moving your hands up to touch her, Ellie painfully slams your hands above your head, back to the table. Her mouth continues wandering down your chest, teeth grazing over your nipple, threatening to bite. Your breath hitches, and you let out a pained moan when she finally does. Her teeth sink down on the sensitive flesh, and she does nothing but laugh as you writhe around her.

Her nails rake down the rest your body, surely hard enough to leave a mark. You let out a moan of relief when she unattaches from your chest. She sinks down to your arousal, ripping off the pants of your legs with terrifying ease.

“You are one sick, disgusting fuck,” She sighs with false disappointment. “So fucking horny while your neighbors die all around you…” The shame washes over you, but Ellie’s ministrations as she teases you through your underwear make it hard for you to focus on anything other than getting off. “I can smell how much you’re enjoying this, you pathetic whore.”

You let out a whine as Ellie coaxes you right to the edge, stopping just before the point of no return. She sinks down, spreading your legs, leaving you splayed out on your kitchen table.

“You must be completely fucking stupid if you think I would let you off that easily.” She jabs. Pulling off your underwear, you lay there on your table, while a feral, monstrous version of your neighbor starts to violently go down on you.

Her tongue is fast as it swipes over you. She’s messy and rough, leaving no spot untouched, chuckling and murmuring filthy phrases into your sex. Your back arches and you grip the edge of the table, white-knuckled, whimpering shamelessly. The table begins to shake as her arms sling over your legs, holding you down. Her grip is harsh, marks sure to be left behind. She bites into your inner thigh, which only further spurs on your wanton feelings, starting to reach the edge.

Looking over to your side, the bloodied knife stares back at you. In the midst of your euphoric high, you hatch an idea to stab this demonic version of Ellie while distracted, give you time to possibly escape.

You don’t have much time to waste. When your orgasm quickly washes over you, Ellie gets up, spying the knife as you swing it up. She catches it, blade going directly through her hand. In your hazy state, she smilies back out you with that same malice she’s had this whole time.

“Aw,” she taunts. “Did you really think that stabbing me again would put me down?” There’s that sadistic sweetness in her voice. She drops the act almost immediately, lunging at you with her hand around your throat. “That was a naughty trick, and naughty behavior deserves to be punished.”

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #ellie x reader #ellie evil dead rise x reader #ellie evil dead rise #horror imagines #slasher x reader #horror smut #slasher smut #maggot mommy #mia writes horror!!!

[grnherbs]

captain wesker praising s.t.a.r.s rookie!reader

(set before re!) and this is SO self indulgence bc I'm writing a uni dissertation rn 🫶

not too sexual but mdni please!!

"did you finish your report?" your boss leans down by your ear, his scent filling your nose and you take a subtle breath, watching his toned arms either side of your body, nodding and moving to look up at the blonde man before you.

"yes, sir" you politely smile to him and his sly, teasing grin sends a chill down your spine.

"good girl" he places a gloved hand on your shoulder and you almost moan outloud, the blush falling on your cheeks and that's when it hit you, you'd do anything for weskers praise, anything for you boss.

you were the youngest of the s.t.a.r.s team and you wanted so desperately to please the older man, show him how good you really could be.

he pulls a chair up, so close his legs are spread either side of the chair and he leans in again, his breath hot on your neck, skim reading over your shoulder, an approving nod from him had you squirming in your chair. "keep this up dear, and I'll just have to reward you" the drawl of his voice was practically cruel between your legs, all you could do was nod, eyes glancing over his shirt, the s.t.a.r.s emblem, pulled taught against the muscles that rippled with his movements.

he slides the gloved hand through his blonde hair, slicking it back once more. his other hand landed by yours on the mouse as he scrolled through the report. once finished, he stood up, pushing the chair back, leaning into your ear once again. "this is why you're my favourite girl" and then he was gone, you let out a deep shaking breath and you swear you could hear his chuckle as he sauntered away.

...

god, you wanted to fuck your captain.

#wesker #albert wesker #albert wesker smut #albert wesker imagine #albert wesker x reader #wesker imagine #wesker smut #resident evil imagines #resident evil smut #resident evil albert wesker #dead by daylight #dead by daylight smut

[rhimestonetalks]

White Raven

Warnings: Dark content, spit kink, creepy behavior, non-con, cumming like everywhere, overall shitty Leon, mentions of stalking, he's rough with it, mentions of previous non-con, mentions of kidnapping (only at the end), breaking n entering, borderline somnophilia, abuse

A/N: I've shared this idea with someone b4 but now i'm going into FULL description bc yummm icky Leon

For the past two weeks, you've been waking up every morning with drool leaking from the corners of your mouth. You assumed you just had a habit to drool a lot in your sleep so you started leaving tissues on your bedside table so you can wipe that drool away when you wake up. It became a recurring thing that you just got used to. You saw nothing wrong with how much drool there was when you woke up, it seemed normal to you. It became normal to you. Unfortunately, it was anything but normal. The truth was much more sickening that you could possibly imagine, more sickening than anyone could imagine, and you were about to find out that truth in the worst way possible. At 3:00AM, the time typically associated with demons. They aren't far off on their assumptions honestly.

You barely awoke to the sound of your bedroom door creaking open. You were only half awake, your eyes still closed but your ears listening to the sounds in the room. Think of it as a defense mechanism, a safety protocol your body had set in place. Not like it would ever help you. It was only when whatever was in here started walking towards you did your eyes open just a little. All you could see in the darkness was a figure slowly starting to creep onto your bed.

You closed your eyes again, assuming it was just some sleep paralysis demon your brain conjured up to scare you. You've experienced this once or twice before and you knew you could ignore it to make it leave so of course you'd close your eyes and silently prayed it would leave. It didn't go away though. It wasn't going to go away. Not yet, not now, and probably ever. It's hand gripped your jaw and forced your mouth open. Why could you feel it? They've never touched you before and you really didn't expect it to be this realistic. In fact, it was unnerving. Your heart rate picked up and you tried not to breathe. You were sure it would disappear if you displayed no reaction.

but it didn't. It didn't go away. and now you were terrified. In a panic, you opened your eyes only to see a man. This wasn't sleep paralysis. Someone had broke into your house and was now on top of you. Out of nowhere, he spat into your mouth which he held open with his rough hand and suddenly everything clicked. You haven't been uncontrollably drooling for the past two weeks. This man had been entering your house and spitting over and over into your mouth.

Now your brain was in fight or flight mode. You weren't just going to sit back and let him do this because what the fuck? You were quick to try push him off but, unfortunately for you, this guy had a quick reaction time and he was incredibly strong. You didn't even have time to react by the time he had your arms pinned down with just one hand. You kept trying to struggle free, not wanting to see what happens next.

"Stop fucking struggling, it'll hurt more," he says with anger evident in his tone. You recognized that voice. Where did you recognize it from? Who knows. Who cares, frankly, he's clearly a sicko. "Get off of me!" you yell out and all you get in response is punched and fuck it stung. It dazed you for a few short seconds and all you could feel was blood slowly falling from your nose.

The daze didn't last long because you snapped back to reality when he started pulling your pants down. Oh fuck no. You started struggling again and, in response, he wrapped his hand around your throat, choking you. It wasn't long before both his and your pants were off and you knew that meant only one thing.

"It's your fault for struggling, if you had just sat there and taken it like a good girl we wouldn't be here," he says but you're too dazed to process what he's saying, you're just trying to breathe. He wasn't gentle at all. He had no respect, no moral, no fucks to give. He had been through hell and he believed he deserved all the gifts in the world, including you.

He thrusted in without any prep and, god, it hurt like hell. He was rough, and cruel, and he only cared about his own pleasure. His hips were ramming against yours and you were incredibly overwhelmed. Maybe you should've listened to him, maybe you should've just sat there and taken it. At least then he wouldn't do this and you could've just moved countries the next day. Oh god, now you were being manipulated into blaming yourself. You couldn't help it, not when all you could feel was him fucking you with no remorse while choking you to the brink of passing out. Could this count as torture? It should.

"I'm gonna make a fucking mess of you," he spoke through grunts while keeping his fast pace. You were sure you were about to cum but that was short lived when he pulled out and stroked his cock a few times before cumming all over you. Fucking.. gross. "I hope you didn't think you'd get to cum, you've been nothing but a bitch to me," he spoke again while looking down at you. Maybe he was a sleep paralysis demon, he certainly was a monster.

He spat again, right on your face and even had the audacity to use his hand and rub it around. You felt disgusted, humiliated, and worthless but, at least it was over, right? Wrong, his hand around your neck suddenly tightened and you started seeing black dots in your vision.

"I'm gonna keep you locked away with me so I can use that tight little pussy everyday," he said and the last thing on your mind was how absolutely fucked you were before you felt him thrust right back in.

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𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 ℭ𝔞𝔤𝔢, 𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰

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Pairings: bodyguard!Leon × college billionaire!reader

Word count: 3,172

Tw: use of drugs, drugged reader, attempt assualt, mention of age-gap.

Summary: You wanted to got to the party, so Leon came up with a plan. But it quickly backfired to something Leon would regret for life.

𝙸𝙸𝙸.

Leon curses under his breath, not knowing why you’re tempted to go up to the guy and introduce yourself to him—didn’t you just say that you hated men? Even Leon could tell that in your first meeting, how you turn him away. No one ever turn him away, not even his greatest enemies.

Every time Leon is out to a visible sight, you scold him and ask him to stay behind you. He just wanted to shove you to him but then he remembered, he’s awkward with women just as you were awkward to starting a conversation with a guy.

Two people met that’s awkward to interact with their opposite sex.

Leon mutter encouragement to you, his tone uninterested but tries to hide it. You think Leon supports you with your judgement, trust me. He doesn’t, he can’t shake of some feeling.

As if the brunette guy is bad news.

The following day ended, and class ended yet again. With you dejected and sulking, Leon watch you eat your lunch when lunch already ended. You spend your lunch time trying to gather courage but didn’t and now, here you are.

Ranting to Leon and shaking him aggressively, as if he’s so convinced that violence is your love language. You accepted defeat and stood up from the bench, where you and Leon sat together, “I’ll be back, getting another drink from the cafeteria.” You said and walked away, Leon watch you—finally inside the cafeteria and bought your drink.

Then a figure came up to you, it was that guy.

Leon squint his eyes, stood up and slide your bag to his shoulder—he doesn’t know why he’s being extra protective when both of you were just college student, heck—Leon is older than you, seven years age gap.

Your conversation with the guy was a bit awkward, but he has a great communicating skill and overlook your awkwardness. “We’ll be hosting a party, all students are invited so me and my pals came looking for you to invite you.” He said, catching a glimpse that Leon’s finally behind you.

You were stunned, you were mesmerized by his smile and his voice (although Leon’s is so much better, but go girl) you accepted the invite immediately, without thinking that your father and step-mom would even agree to let you out.

“expect me to be there!” you said, then coming home in a panic and throwing all your problem to Leon, who clearly doesn’t even know if he’s a therapist or your bodyguard anymore.

“You can’t go.” Leon said, “your father said no parties.”

“Fuck!” you curse and flop down to your bed, clearly throwing a fit. “can you talk my father about it, please?” you beg, looking up at Leon’s icy blues. Leon shakes his head, “not a chance, princess. That would mean that I’m questioning his orders.”

You groan and hit your head with the pillow, “I’ll ask him myself!” and you did, got downstairs and barging into your father’s office with your step-mom in his lap, they flinched and the woman got off of your fathers lap.

You twitch and want to throw your high heels at them, you refrain of course. You badly wanted to go to that party, they even said that Sarina will be there—so a familiar face will keep you comforted in the party, “Father.” You start and walk towards his desk.

“may I go to a friends party?” you asked, your voice polite and this was the first time you asked your father anything, it’s always been him gifting you without you asking because he’ll always spot you looking at items in the mall then buying it for you—maybe because he thinks you’re shy, no?

“No you c—” step-mom’s got cut off by my father, “I mean, honey. This is the first time you asked me for anything, if it’s your happiness. How could I say no?” he said, you jump in excitement thinking that he said yes, but there’s a catch. “But dear, the outside is too dangerous for you. The reports hasn’t stop and it worries me that you might get targeted.”

“I can protect myself, isn’t that why I learn martial arts?”

“Even if you do know how to protect yourself, facing the situation for the first time will leave you stunned and weak. You have no experience in the streets, you have experience on the field where you train and take down opponents who had consent to fight you.” Your step-mom pointed out, and you don’t want to argue but she’s right.

Thanks to them, you haven’t encountered those type of things, they keep you safe here in the confinement of a house that’s been barely a home to you. They have money, they can buy whatever you asked but you feel like a bird in a cage.

Only singing and attracting limited audiences, a golden cage where you—the bird, sit pretty and shielded from the world. Even if you call it a Golden Cage, it’s still a cage, right?

“You can go.” Your face light up when your father said that, “but you have to take Leon with you, if not. No party.” Your step-mother added, you frown and storm out of the room.

Leon follows when you bump into him at the door, he’s been standing there and observe you. He doesn’t step in because it’s between family.

You felt so suffocated in this house, every wall feels like it’s shrinking and trying to crush you slowly. You hate it here, hate every décor and stuff that you have. You wish to have your mother here, comforting you and singing you your favorite lullaby.

You heard you name called out and a knock on the door, “princess?” it was Leon, he came in and sat at the edge of the bed—keeping his distance as he watch you sulk and be sad in your bed. Wanting to root away and have no life.

“Your parents do have a point.”

“I know…” you said in defeat, your voice hardly let out those words as you were trying to hold tears.

“But it’s just so suffocating, if I take you with me. I’ll ruin the mood, because it’ll be uncomfortable to have an agent standing guard and following me all the time.” You mutter and rolled yourself like a burrito with your blanket, you eyes teary as a tear slip to your temple.

Leon wants to wipe those tears away, really. He felt an ache deep in him, seeing you in pain and sharing your burden to him made him feel sympathy towards you—even though you mistook his gaze as pitying you.

“I have a proposal.” Leon said, his tone remain the same, “you’ll go to the party, but you have to update me every thirty minutes,” he said, “but I need you there in the party.” You mutter, sniffling and sitting up and remain a burrito.

“I know, but we have to make them think that I’m with you in the party.” He said, gesturing you to scoot a bit closer, “perfect timing that the D.S.O needed me for something.” He added. Soothing your back as you lay your head against his shoulder.

“I just have to keep updating you every thirty minutes, hm?” you asked to confirm, Leon nodded and took out his phone and asked for your phone. He sets it up to 30 minutes timer so you’ll know when to update him and when he’ll know you’ll be texting him.

“If you don’t text me, I’ll barge in to the party and take you home.” He added and chuckle at his own words, you nodded and hugged him. “Thank you so much, Leon!” you said and gave him a small peck on the cheek, you don’t even know why but you’re too enthusiastic to care.

This made Leon smile, seeing you happy because you’ll have time to be with people whom you’re familiar with in a party. Your friend would be truly shock if she sees you without your bodyguard and that your parents agreed to this.

A few hours later, you two arrived at your destination. Leon used his motorcycle to take you to your party, you were so excited that you were humming and being all giggly the whole ride.

“Remember, update me every thirty minutes.” He said, you nodded, “yes, sir!”

“Don’t drink too much alcohol, in fact—don’t even drink alcohol, a cocktail is fine.” Leon said and you gave him the helmet you wore back. “If you’re into trouble, hit me up, okay?” he spoke in a worried and low tone. Showing that he’s worried and not wanting you to be in great danger.

You nodded and waved him goodbye as he left.

You entered the venue and people are already drinking and playing games, Sarina’s at the table talking to someone. Her attention was snapped away and shrieked, “oh my god, girl!” she said and walk towards you, eyeing you up and down, “slay queen.”

“Come, have a drink.” She offer, “I can’t drink alcohol.” You said, ordering a cocktail because you knew better than getting wasted, and you kept Leon’s words in mind.

“I am just surprised your parents let you attend,” Sarina took a sip, can’t stop smiling at you. “Actually, they really didn’t let me—” before you could finish, Sarina gasp and smack your shoulder, “girl! I didn’t knew you’re a troublemaker.”

“bitch, I am not done talking.”

“my bad, bro.”

You both laugh, “I can go party if I tag Leon along.” She raised a brow, “then, where is he?”

“He planned this out for me, I just need to update him every thirty minutes to ensure that I am safe while he was needed back at the agency.”

Sarina nodded, taking in your words. “wow, never knew you two were in it, huh?” she smirked, “you two a thing.” You shake your head, “you wish!”

“girl, I’ll steal him away from you!”

“You’re too much a pussy to even try, Sarina.”

The party went well, and people are dancing. You kept your word and every time your phone vibrates, you’ll text Leon how was the party for you and that you assure him that you’re only drinking cocktails, not alcohol.

Sarina’s almost wasted, and the others were sleeping in the soft cushion of the chairs, while others played shot games. You enjoy to watch from the side as the brunette walked up to you—striking an opportunity since you’re all alone.

“hi.”

“oh!” you placed down your drink, “hello.” You greeted back, “enjoying yourself?” he asked, you nodded and share to him that this was actually your first time partying since your parents wouldn’t really let you. Why are you even sharing personal information with this stranger?

Your phone vibrates again, “sorry, let me take this quick. I don’t want to worry Leon.” You said and walked a few feet away from the barstool, texting your bodyguard.

Little did you know, he drugged your drink. Putting on a weird liquid in and mixed it with a toothpick. Then putting it away, after you texted Leon, you came back and held your drink. Taking small sips and enjoying your conversation with the brunette.

It's getting late too, and the drug starts to kick in.

“Sorry, I’m feeling a bit weird.” You excuse yourself, you walk towards the wall and support your back there—taking out your phone and trying to text Leon without trying to fall unconscious.

“Leon, I felt weird. I need you asap.” You sent then blacked out, your phone dropped.

The brunette catches you before you take a fall in the fall, he grab your phone and brought you upstairs.

Leon was called by his friends, not the D.S.O itself but it still counts, right? He’s with Chris, Rebecca, Claire and Luis. Having coffee while Luis excuse himself to smoke out, they were having a wholehearted conversation.

“So, how’s being a bodyguard?” Chris asked, Leon shrug and gave a small smile, “not bad, although she’s a bit sometimes.” Rebecca nodded and Claire’s taking a sip of her drink.

Ding—

The sound of Leon’s phone notification, the room fell silent and look at him, “excuse me.” He said and took out his phone, his expression dropping and his hand gripping tightly around the drink he’s holding till it exploded and got his hand burnt by the hot coffee.

“Jesus, Leon!” Claire gasp, Rebecca quickly took a towel and wrapped it around Leon’s burnt hand, “Geez, what are you thinking? What happen?” Chris asked, noticing how Leon’s frown and his quick change of demeanor.

“I got to go, now.” His voice is firm and urgency, the three only nodded to each other and followed Leon—incase that Leon’s in need of help.

“hey, guys. I bought some do—” Luis quickly got his back to the wall to the group of that almost look like an angry mob, “h-hey!” Luis called, “Sorry, Luis! Leon got something urgent.” Rebecca shouts for Luis to hear, “So it’s just me and the donuts.” Luis mutter and got inside the room again, alone.

Leon tried calling you a few times, but no avail. “God fucking damn it!” he curses, “she isn’t picking up her phone.” He said to the group, “is she in danger?” Chris asked, “if she sent that kind of text where she said she felt weird, it’s a possibility.” Rebecca answered Chris question than receive a silent answer from Leon.

“Do we have a plan? Or do we just barge in?” Claire asked, as they finally arrived to the car. Chris took the wheel while Leon’s at the passenger seat, the girls at the back. “Don’t have time to think of a plan, the party needs to pause as I get her out.”

“I knew leaving her alone is a bad idea.” Leon beat himself to it, “it’s not your fault, you just want her to have fun.” Rebecca assured, “it’s not like you can control the events and when will it happen, don’t beat yourself up.” Claire said and Chris got the car to a speed.

Ignoring every traffic jam and signs, good thing they use the agency’s car rather than a normal one. Or else, cops would chase them and ticket them for speeding. But since they’re agents, they get a pass because it’s official business.

“Come on, come on…” Leon mutter, his grip to the handle almost deadly and feels like it’s going to break. His head is swirling to possible scenario on what would’ve happen to you if he didn’t arrived in time, is he too late?

What if you got kidnapped?

What if you were violated against your will?

What if you were already dead?

These thoughts would eat Leon, if you were murdered—he wouldn’t forgive himself, heck even put a bullet up to his head because he failed to protect you. He was suppose to protect you, but it feels like he’s already failing his duty as your bodyguard.

Chris arm extended to squeeze Leon’s shoulder, his attention were snatch away from his thoughts. Chris gave Leon an assuring look, “trust me, she’s safe and no harm will be done. We’ll there on time.”

Chris was right, after ten minutes, they finally arrived to the venue—barged right in with gun in hand and ordered everyone to stay on their grounds, Leon spotted Sarina—your friend, passed out in one of the cushion chaired, “Chris, escort this girl at the car. She passed out from drinking.” Chris nodded and carried Sarina out.

Leon turn to the brunette who froze in place, he walked up to him and grabbed him by the collar, “where is she?” his voice low and deadly, “I-I don’t know, man.” The guy stuttered, Leon lost it and got the guy off of his feet and pushed him against the bar counter.

“I won’t hesitate to shoot.” Leon threatens, “Leon, that’s too far!” Claire shouted, the brunette plead for his life and gave Leon your whereabouts, “u-upstairs, second door bedroom. She’s with two guys in there, but I-I swear I don’t have anything to do with it!” Liar.

Lies.

All lies.

That’s what swarm in Leon’s head, he threw the guy at Chris feet and Chris didn’t asked and just held the man up, handcuffed him and stayed on the ground.

Leon panicked, adrenaline kicking in as he went upstairs to the second door bedroom—kick the door and there you were, passed out and two almost naked guys surrounding you.

Leon shot them each of their knee, hearing their scream reach downstairs where guests feared their life in angering the more dangerous and well-known agent.

Leon got up to you, sleeping so soundly as if you do not have a care in the world. You flutter your eyes open, “Leon?” you utter weakly, “I’m here, princess.” Leon crouch down and your eyes met.

“You came.”

“You called.”

You nodded and yawn, “I’ll be sleeping, too tired. Did I party too hard?” you asked, your smile never disappearing and Leon nodded, “yes, you did.” You got drugged.

Leon took off his leathered jacket and placed it on top of you, then carried you like a bride and came downstairs, “two men upstairs, turn them in to the police and file for use of drugs and attempt assault.” Leon didn’t know who’s he is talking this to, probably to the three of them to hear.

Claire took the lead up and followed by her brother.

“You take her home, we’ll deal with this.” Rebecca spoke and salute to you, Leon mouthed her thank you and took a cab home. Your home, where he’s there and you’re safe.

It was already late, but he wasn’t late to save you. Time check: 9:50 PM, the cab arrived to your house as Leon took you out from the cab and carried you inside your home. “Oh, god!” your step-mom exclaimed, “did she partied too hard?” your father asked, “she did.” Leon lied, he knew you didn’t even drink to be this passed out.

You were drugged, but he lied for you.

“I’ll take her to her room.” Leon excuse himself and you, bringing you to your room and lying you there. You whine and smudge your makeup as you toss and turn, he stay sitting on the edge of your bed. Brushing off strands of hair from your face.

If he didn’t arrived in time, you would’ve been in pain, violated nor even did something worse, he wouldn’t ever forgive himself if that happened.

“I won’t let you out of my sight, ever again.”

You open your eyes again and giggle at Leon when he lean in to whisper those words, but you’re too sleepy to make out of it. He held your hand, and you squeeze it. Your chest rising up and down, finally relaxing your face and sleeping soundly.

“You deserve to know what happened, I’ll tell when you wake up. But for now, I am here to protect you, princess.”

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Imagine having dated Luis Serra in the past only to be reunited with him literally chained to you.

“Another late night?”

A sigh. “Sí. Wesker wants another update on the new medicine my team is developing.”

“Didn’t you just send him a report about it this morning?”

“My thoughts exactly. But people like him, they’ll push because they can and keeping pushing until they get what they want.”

“Sounds familiar.”

The man stops typing away for a moment to turn and wink at you. “You like it when I push.”

You chuckle lightly in turn and pull up a seat next to Luis. The researcher welcomes you at his side, instinctively placing his hand upon your knee as soon as you settled onto the chair. His fingers dance upon the fabric of your pants, caressing the warm skin beneath while his other hand returns to the keyboard.

There is a tired expression upon his handsome face as he focuses back on the computer screen, but the tugged up smirk on his lips and the relaxed gleam in his beautiful grey eyes that appeared in the wake of your presence of you was unmistakable.

“It’s going to be awhile,” he says, a soft lull in his voice. “You should go home and get some sleep, mi corazon.”

You shake your head, returning him a gentle smile of your own. “I’ll wait, Luis. I don’t mind.”

“Can’t rest unless we’re in bed together?”, he says with a wag of his brows.

You quip back playfully, “We wouldn’t even rest if we’re in bed together.”

The Spaniard hums thoughtfully. “That’s a tempting thought. I better hurry up, then.” He leans his head against yours. “Pero, seriously. I don’t want to make you wait.”

A comforting hand reaches over to affectionately squeeze his muscles arm, “It’s fine. Stop worrying. As long as I’m with you, Luis, I’m happy.”

You feel him nod. The growing hairs along his fine jaw, softly scratching against your head. “Yo tambien. What is the expression, we’re… attached to the hip?”

“Practically chained together you and I.”

“Keep distracting me with ideas like that and we’ll never leave this place.”

—-

A deafening ring scratches against your ear drums, a dim light shines a dull pain in your eyes, and rusted metal scratches against your wrists. All these sensations awoke you gradually, a slow rude awakening. You’ve barely a moment to gather your wits and take in your surroundings before a familiar voice catches your attention.

“¿Estás bien? Are you hurt?”

It’s Luis, he sounded slightly disgruntled, but it did little to hide his evident concern for you.

You instinctively shake your head. “No. No, I think I’m okay. You?”

“Could be worse. Better than being in a musty burlap sack. And this time, I am in the presence of good company.”

Always the charmer. Some people just do not change, and when it came to Luis, that thought puts you at ease.

The last thing you remembered before coming to was finding Luis tied up in some basement. Leon was there, and another man, large and imposing, who approached the three of you unannounced. There were gunshots, and you recall a massive fist connecting with your head. That’s gonna bruise…

You look overhead to see your wrists clapped in irons and a pair of strong arms dangling alongside yours.

“Guess we ended up chained together, afterall.”

You feel Luis’ back slightly shaking against yours, a low chuckle rumbling from his throat. “I admit, this isn’t how I imagined it to be like either.” After a slight pauses, he sighs and calls you by name. “Pleasant talk aside, not that I’m not happy to see you again because… admittedly… I am- But what are you even doing here?”

You shrug. “Oh, you know. The views.”

The Spaniard scoffs. “Falsa. You’re a terrible liar. Always have been.”

Again, you deflect. “And what about you, Luis? This doesn’t exactly look like a cozy spot for a vacation.”

“I live here. Within the village. The house you found me under? Casa de mi infancia. My childhood home. It was, anyways, before…”

He paused. For a moment that felt like an eternity, he said nothing. It unsettled you.

“…Luis?”

He shifts a little behind you at your voice before a what sounded like a defeated sigh escapes his lips. “Joder. I was conducting research,” the man began. “After leaving Umbrella, I came back here to treat the villagers from a disease that has plagued them for a long time. Back then, it was bad. But now, it is much, much worse than when I left many years ago. I tried to help, but as you can see, I’ve had little success.”

Now it was your turn to fall silent. That was a lot to take in. After separating from Luis all those years ago, you continued to keep tabs on him. You made the excuse that you were simply monitoring his movements in case you were able to gather more information about Umbrella, but really, you just wanted to make sure he was okay. The last time you two spoke… it did not go well. And when he went off the radar, you thought the worst but never gave up searching. To say you were relieved to see him again and learn that he still practiced medicine for the benefit of others was an understatement. You feared that he may have gone off the deep end and we’re glad that you were wrong.

Luis speaks up when you said nothing. “Suppose it’s a good thing that you didn’t come here with me, after all.”

You pondered over what to say. There was plenty. You wanted to tell him that you missed him. That you thought about him every day. That you ended things between you two for his sake. But they all failed to reach your throat. Instead, you opt for a different truth. One that he deserves.

“I work for the government.”

When he doesn’t speak right away, you mentally prepared yourself for his anger and disappointment. You expected him to fly off in a rage and curse you a thousand times over, reproaching you for failing to come to him with this from the beginning. You expected him to question if your time together, if your feelings shared were genuine, and you were prepared to confirm that you and him were real. Instead, as often as Luis does, he surprises you.

“I know.”

You blink, your words faltering for a second. “Y-You know? What do you mean ‘you know?’ When- How-”

“After you left me. I did a little digging- on my own… and I learned some things.” He shifts to his feet and you followed suit, meeting his eyes. Despite their cold hue, his words came out warmly. You detect a hint of anxiousness from him. “I know why you did what you did, mi amor. Just wished you would have told me.”

Your heart flutters unmistakably from his term of endearment for you. You had to force your eyes down so as not to have your emotions betrayed to him even though it was already pointless at this point.

“I couldn’t…”

“I know.” Those little words again. “Still would have been nice to hear them, anyway. Well, perhaps not “nice”- Pero, it would have been ideal to try to work it out together.”

“Would you have wanted to at that point?” The question left you before you could bite it back.

Luis’ eyes sparkled at the almost hopeful tone in your voice. “With you, I want to do everything.”

This man is too good to be real. You wanted to hug him then and there, to pour out every apology known to man, to beg his forgiveness and declare your love for him. But the chains around your hands and the fear of rejection prevented you from doing so. However, the way Luis looked at you told you everything you needed to know, told you everything he felt and still feels for you, and you only hoped that your eyes said the same. Still, being one that wishes to validate their intentions, you opened your mouth.

Luis stops you. “Shh! You hear that?”

You focus your senses, trying to identify what he’s talking about. And sure enough, the distinct sound of garbled, inhuman groans reaches both of your ears. Your fists clench and your body tenses instinctively. This time, not of fear, but in disciplined alarm, ready to face any threat that dared to come your way. Luis picks up your stance instantly, a flash of amusement and admiration in his grey gaze.

“Now, despite my impressive physique, I’m actually not much of a fighter. So, would you…?”

You switch places with him before he could even finish his sentence, minding the chain that connected you both. The tall man reflexively shivers beneath your touch and as you left a hand lingering upon chest in a protective manner, he didn’t move away.

“Stay behind me and keep your distance.” You ordered sternly before throwing him a side glance, “And by the way, this discussion is far from over.”

“Muy bien. You got this.”

His tone was meant to be casual, but there was no denying the hint of admiration (and daresay lust) that rumbled within his thick throat. This was a side of you he has never seen. And although he can deduce that it comes from years of discipline and training; deep down, he knew your instinct to protect him comes from something much baser and more powerful. He knows, because he’s ready to protect you to despite his suggestion otherwise.

There was so much that needed to be said between you two. But that would have to wait until you were both safe. And without interruption.

“Just another long night, ¿si?”

As long as I’m with you, Luis, I’m happy.

You didn’t say it out loud. But he heard them all the same.

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A/N: A continuation of Him.

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