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Home Invasion horror movies

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I wanna be her controversial young girlfriend.

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I'm fucking obsessed with Tony Dalton, how can this man look so fine???

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hermano creo q tengo un serio problema de adiccion con el lacho

(ya se, se me olivido ponerle la cicatriz en la ceja a nacho pero ps ya fue)

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T-1000 x Reader

“T-1000 want’s more of you”

Part 1

Warnings: PinV, oral sex, english isn’t my language

Obs: I really hope you guys enjoyed it, I really like the t1000 and Robert Patrick was very sexy

•

The clock on the kitchen wall read almost eleven when you heard the car in the garage. You were in your nightclothes, your hair loose to dry from your recent shower, a half-finished glass of wine, and the TV on. You hadn't expected him back so soon—sometimes his shifts ran long—but you smiled when you heard the door.

T1000 returned.

Even though he didn't need to. Even though the original shift schedule didn't require it. Even though the original mission didn't include staying with you. But there he was, "anxious" for you.

It had been easy for him to get the address, even easier to drive to you.

He wanted to see you again. He wanted to feel everything he'd felt, wanted everything you'd given him and then some. He turned the doorknob slowly. Unhurriedly. As if he wanted to hear every click.

You turned, facing the living room entrance. He walked in. Still in his uniform. His face impeccable, the same fixed gaze. But there was something different. He seemed… determined. Focused. As if he'd processed something and was now returning to carry out a new mission.

You approached, barefoot, smiling with that tenderness typical of someone who's loved for too long.

"What a nice surprise... I thought you'd be working all night on duty."

He didn't answer. He just looked you up and down.

He took two steps foward.

You laughed, disconcerted, trying to break the ice.

"Aren't you even going to give me a kiss?"

He moved closer. Quickly. But not abruptly. Just… directly. With an almost programmed precision. His hands went to your face, his cool fingers touching your cheeks before slowly warming against your skin. And he kissed you.

A dry kiss. Emotionless. But soon the pressure increased, his lips molded to yours. And he began to devour you with an intensity you hadn't known.

You pulled away, laughing, a little breathless.

"Wow… did something happen?"

He looked into your eyes. And spoke softly

"I want to feel again."

The phrase rang strangely in your ear. "Feel again." It wasn't the kind of thing he would say. But the tone… there was something desperate there. A cold, mathematical, urgent desire. You felt a shiver.

"Babe… you're acting weird again."

He pulled you in with his large, cold hands, one on your waist and the other already climbing the of your shorts. Your body was pressed against the living room wall before you could think much more. His breathing was calm, but his touch was hungry. His fingers were warm now, gliding over your skin with surgical precision. As if he'd learned where to touch. As if he were studying what made you tremble.

"I liked it," he said.

His voice was deep, low. Still emotionless, but more... determined.

You bit your lip, growing wet just from his tone.

"Then show me."

He looked into your eyes before tugging at your pajamas. The shirt rode up your arms, revealing your breasts. He stared at them. He ran his fingers over them like someone touching something sacred—or, perhaps, like someone trying to understand a riddle. Your skin. The texture. The way your nipples hardened beneath his touch. He squeezed them. You moaned.

And he stopped.

"It makes you react," he murmured, like a cold realization.

"Yes..." you gasped. "A lot”.

He knelt, slowly pulling down your panties. His gaze fixed between your legs, as if trying to memorize the shape, the smell, the heat. And when he licked, it wasn't with technique, but with curiosity. Like a scientist exploring a new planet. His tongue slid with precision—first slowly, then faster, as he noticed how your body trembled, how the hips moved.

You grabbed his hair and pulled, moaning loudly.

"That's it... love. Don't stop..."

He didn't.

Suddenly, he lifted you as if you weighed nothing. He carried you to the couch and threw you onto your back. He spread your legs with his hands and, without taking off his clothes, released his hard cock. His eyes were still expressionless. But his body... his body felt like it was on fire.

He entered you slowly, with absurd precision. And you arched your back, whimpering.

"God, yes... you're so good."

He moved like a machine—perfect, steady, deep. His eyes fixed on yours. As if he wanted to see every microexpression. The sweat dripping down your chest. The moans that escaped from the back of your throat. Every little contraction of your body. He seemed fascinated.

And you were on the verge of delirium.

"Shit, I'm going to cum …" you gasped, clinging to his shoulders.

He sped up. His thrusts echoed through the room. Your whole body writhed beneath him. Until you exploded, trembling, crying out his name between sobs. And even there, he held firm, staring into your eyes as his hand rose to cup your cheeks, turning your face to both sides, as if analyzing you.

Then he came. A strange groan escaped his throat. It wasn't human. It was… like hot metal cracking. You felt him tremble above you. A tiny tremor. As if the system was processing an error… or pleasure. He lay on your chest. His breathing slowed. You ran your fingers through his hair, stroking, smiling.

"I don't know what's happening to you, but… if this is what I get, I think I can get used to it." You teased.

He didn't answer. But he looked at you. Long. As if recording

You were a new variable.

A hot spot in a body of liquid metal.

A risk to your programming.

And he wanted more.

•

That’s it, hope you enjoy it

I really want to do more stories about the t1000, let me know if you'd like!!

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Me acting surprised when, I become attracted to the most vile unredeemable villain, again.

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*Shakes you* CAN WE PLEASEEE GET MORE T-1000 FICS???? I LOVED THAT ONE SM IT WAS FIRE

Any terminator fics in general, those two movies need more LOVE!!

Thank you very much, I agree with you, the terminator deserved more 😭

I'm making a sequel and a new story, I should post soon, maybe this weekend

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Mike Munroe x Reader

“Jess has stolen her best friend's boyfriend before, now she wouldn't mind if you did the same, right?”

Warnings: smut, pnv, semi-public sex, dry hump, cheating, unprotected sex (dont do that), Mike is kinda ooc because i think mike would never do this shit, reader is a bit of a hypocrite and a whore

•

The cabin looked the same as always, large, warm, and full of memories.

The smell of damp wood and snow in the air brought back memories. You stepped onto the cabin's porch and let out a short sigh, adjusting your backpack on your shoulders. It had been too long since the last time. The sound of laughter and familiar voices inside shook you out of your nostalgia, and for a second, it felt like nothing had changed.

But it had, of course. A lot.

The group had been a bit divided since last year's prank that almost ended badly.

Hannah ran off into the woods, and Beth followed like a good sister. You and Sam ran after them and luckily found them huddled together, talking in a corner.

No one brought it up much after that day, deciding to leave it in the past so as not to complicate things further. Mike, Ashley, and Matt had apologized, but now Emily and Jess just said, "It was just a joke." Hannah had been very angry and embarrassed, but over time she got over it, accepting Mike's apology and saying he really had been nothing more than an idiot.

You agreed.

You and Mike had been close once, you'd even say a little more than that in high school, but he'd changed a bit after getting into a relationship with Emily. With Jess, it only got worse.

You liked them, but they knew how to be real bitches.

You open the door. The wood creaks under your weight, and the mix of warmth from the fireplace, cheap perfume, and booze already lingering on the sofas embraces you like an old, forgotten coat. They were all there—or almost. Mike in the corner, wearing his usual jacket, holding a can of beer and laughing at something Josh said. Jess on his lap. Emily watches from across the room, arms crossed, talking to Matt, who tries to get her attention with something.

How ironic. The reason for all the fighting in the past was Jess saying that Hannah was hitting on her friend's boyfriend and now she was with him

"Look who decided to show up." Josh raised his arms wide, hugging you.

"We've been waiting for you, sweetheart."

You respond with a smile. Josh squeezes you too tightly, as always, and you allow yourself to relax a little into that familiar warmth—into the sound of the crackling logs, into the low music someone left playing in the background.

But it's when you look over his shoulder that you feel it.

Mike isn't laughing anymore. The beer can is still in his hand, but his eyes... his eyes are on you. Steady. Warm. Restless.

It's as if he's forgotten Jess is still sitting on his lap.

You look away before anyone notices, but it's too late. You can already feel that stupid shiver on the back of your neck, that strange chill that has nothing to do with the wind outside.

Jess just smiles with that fake air, the popular-girl pose she's never lost. You wave back, polite enough not to cause it—for now.

"Want a beer?" Josh asks, already heading toward the kitchen.

You nod, dropping your bag on the floor as Hannah and Beth come down the stairs and run to hug you.

"Oh my God, it's been a while."

"Yeah, where's Sam? I thought you were all going to come together" Beth said.

Josh brought your beer, and you thanked him and walked away with the girls, gossiping about the news and catching up. You looked back and found Mike's eyes already on you, and butterflies ran through your stomach. Argh

The night ended as everyone knew it would. Bottles and glasses were scattered around the room, some blankets and food wrappers were also on the floor, everyone too tired and drunk to care about anything else.

You stretched your legs out on the couch, fiddling with your fingers as you warmed yourself by the fireplace. You were giving the alcohol a break.

Josh had passed out right there before you kicked him into the bedroom. Sam, Hannah, and Beth had gone to sleep.

Emily and Matt had gone to have fun somewhere in the house, as had Mike and Jess, and you swear you saw Chris and Ashley enter the same room. It was just you tonight; it almost made you regret refusing Josh's flirtations and advances.

"Can't sleep?" The voice came from the stairs; it was Mike.

You looked at him lazily as he moved closer. Mike was wearing a white t-shirt and plaid pajama pants. It was kind of funny, but all you could see was how handsome he looked.

"Neither do you, apparently... I'm just taking a break."

Mike's eyes traveled over your face and then down your body, lingering a little too long on your legs and breasts beneath the t-shirt. He scratched his head and sat next to you, pulling your bare legs into his lap, a little too close for your liking, your shoulders almost touching.

"You know, it's snowing outside. This isn't exactly the kind of outfit I'd wear."

"Wow, I was going to say the same thing to you."

Mike pinched your thigh, and you playfully kicked him.

"I missed you" he said, the words floating in the air and you turned to face him.

Mike always had beautiful eyes, especially when they looked at you in that sweet way that made your head spin. You could blame the alcohol for those thoughts, but you knew it wasn't him

"Me too" you lowered your voice. "You've been kinda... hm, distant."

He leaned in closer, and you could feel his cool breath, as if he was already going to sleep and had changed his mind. You looked at his lips, then back at his eyes, unsure of what to do when he leaned in to kiss you. But you decided to turn your face away, your hand on his chest to stop him as you whispered.

"Mike... is this a prank?"

"No, it's just what I've always wanted to do."

And with that Mike kissed you, and you let him.

His hands cupped your face before moving down to your thighs, stroking them, and you pulled his hair to deepen the kiss. One hand came up to squeeze your tits through your shirt, and you sighed into the kiss. When you parted, Mike stared at you, until he decided to steal your breath again.

His hands explored the entire length of your legs before he pulled you, encouraging you to sit on his lap, and you did so, moaning when you felt his hard cock through the clothes.

Mike moaned softly as you wiggled in his lap, searching for more. His hands gripped your waist tightly, helping you move, his mouth half-open as he watched your hips move.

"Jess is whe—"

"Sleeping, don't worry."

You moaned as you felt his teeth lightly graze your neck. His hands ran down your back and down to the hem of your shirt. He lifted the fabric slowly, as if unwrapping something precious, his dark eyes boring into yours, searching for any sign of hesitation. But you didn't hesitate. You lifted your arms and let him remove the shirt, exposing your breasts to the flickering firelight. Mike cursed softly, his hungry eyes roaming every inch of you.

"Holy shit…"

He murmured, bringing his mouth to one of your breasts and sucking eagerly, as if he were starving. You gasped, throwing your head back and grabbing his hair, pulling harder than you should have.

With each suck, each lick, and nibble, you felt your body contract and the excitement build between your legs. The sensation of his hardness throbbing beneath you only made everything more urgent.

He gently laid you down on the couch, his hand pulling your leg to his hip, giving him more access to rub his cock against you. You moaned softly in his ear as he continued to grind against you like an animal, your soaked panties wetting his pants.

"You're making a mess of me” he chuckled, kissing your jaw.

You pulled up his shirt, and he tossed it aside. His hands slid down your stomach to your shorts, which met the same fate as the shirt. He ran his thumb over your clitoris, circling it slowly, watching you come apart beneath him.

"Can I?" The question came softly, almost desperately.

You nodded, biting your lip, and he hurriedly pulled down your panties.

He circled your clit again and entered you with two fingers, moaning as if that alone was enough to make him cum.

"Shit, Mike."

You arched your hips, moaning softly as he slipped two fingers between your lips, rubbing the right spot firmly.

The world around you seemed to have disappeared—the occupied rooms, the thin walls, Jessica sleeping upstairs. Nothing mattered anymore but that and the way he looked at you, as if he were seeing you for the first time.

When he pulled his fingers out of you, he brought them to his mouth, sucking gusto, as if to preserve your taste on his tongue.

"I should have done this sooner" he whispered.

Mike stopped and spread your legs wider, pinning one to each side of his body.

You pulled down his pants with pent-up anger, with hunger, and his cock sprang hard, throbbing. You swallowed hard, but wasted no time—you gripped the base firmly and guided him into you.

Mike thrust into you slowly, his eyes locked on yours, watching every reaction as if he wanted to tattoo it into his memory. The moan you let out was muffled by his mouth, and the sensation of fullness was so intense it almost made you gasp and cry into his cock. He began to move inside you, slowly at first, as if savoring the forbidden moment. But soon his movements became more urgent, deeper, more desperate.

The sound of your bodies slamming together was muffled by the crack of the log, and each thrust made the sofa creak softly. Mike's hand came up to silence your mouth when you moaned his name too loudly.

"You need to be quiet, darling. What will the others think if they catch you like a whore, full of me?"

You rolled your eyes in pleasure.

You dug your nails into his back, your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper and deeper, until you completely lost track of time or place.

And when you came, you felt your whole body tremble, your muscles contracting in spasms. Mike came next, pulling out and cumming on your breasts as he moaned your name, his head burying himself in your neck.

It was intense and wrong.

For a second, you just lay there. Breathing together. His heart pounding against your chest, his hand still gripping your thigh as if he never wanted to let go.

But the second passed.

And reality returned.

Mike lifted his face and looked into your eyes. The silence between you was thick. He stood up slowly, afraid of hurting you, and picked up his shirt from the floor to clean up the mess he made on you.

He looked almost embarrassed, and you smiled.

"Sorry about that."

"No problem, it was fun."

•

That's it. Forgive me if it's bad, english is not my language and I haven't slept yet

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For real

Me searching for fanfics after watching a series/film/videogame/reading a book and becoming obsessed with that character:

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Jason Kolchek x Reader

“You and Jason have problems with each other”

Warnings: Jason is an asshole, he’s kinda xenophobic, reader is fem and latina, nsfw, I had something in my head but I got lazy and this crap came out, english is not my language

•

The desert heat seems to melt you to the bone.

The hot wind stirs the dust around as you step out of the helicopter, the whir of the blades slowly fading behind you. Your boots sink into the dry sand, the weight of the backpack on your back making your shoulders groan

You smooth back the strands of hair that insisted on flying, your hands sweating in anticipation

All they said was: "It'll be temporary, field support, infiltration and extraction, Lieutenant Kolchek's team." Nothing more

Of course, they didn't mention that he was... him.

You recognize him the moment you see him. Standing, arms crossed, his brown eyes fixed on you with an expression that mixes distrust and judgment.

He has that look of a soldier who's seen too much and smiles too little.

His face is firm, his jaw set, the veins in his neck showing. You try not to show anything—not the tension, not the discomfort, not the twinge of irritation that rises when he stares at you as if you're in the wrong place.

"Are you the 'infiltration expert'?" he asks, his voice thick with something you couldn't quite put your finger on

"Yes. Is there a problem, Lieutenant?" you respond, your heart racing

"If you're as strong as your accent, we won't have one" he says as if it were a joke.

You take a deep breath. Is it too early to punch a superior in the face? Who was he to talk about accents? Has he ever heard himself?

"Accent? Maybe the problem is you only speak one language, and barely at that”

His eyes narrow, but he doesn't answer. Someone coughs behind him, trying to stifle laughter. You know his type. Patriotic to the core, he thinks the American military is the center of the universe.

The problem is you were called there based on merit, not favor. And he has no intention of lowering his head.

He turns and starts walking.

"Follow me. We're going to have a meeting with the rest of the team"

You walk behind him, noticing the rigidity in his shoulders. Jason Kolchek doesn't just seem rigid in protocol—he's rigid on the inside, too. That's pure control. Maybe he was afraid of losing control. Kolchek introduces you before the meeting begins.

The briefing is quick and direct. The mission is to investigate a possible underground chemical weapons facility. The information is vague and the ground unstable but the top brass wants results. You are officially introduced to the group. Rachel and Sergeant Kay seems more receptive, giving a slight nod. The rest just look at you. But Kolchek... Kolchek doesn't smile. He just analyzes, judges, tests. Once everything is settled and everyone is out the door, he calls your name.

"I didn't really like your tone back there. I think you should speak with a little more respect, after all, I'm your superior here”

He remained serious as he spoke.

"That's fine with me, Kolchek. As long as you respect me too."

•

"Do you even know how to use that?" Jason teased when he saw you reloading a pistol

"I don't want to have to take care of you later"

You rolled your eyes at that

"I'm sure I know how to use it better than you, Lieutenant."

Jason smiled and stood up, taking long strides until he reached the door, locked it, and then walked over to you. His brown eyes stared at you, dropping to your lips and eyes again, his breath on your face.

"Do you talk like that to all your superiors?"

"Only with the most attractive"

Then Jason kissed you, slow and hot. His hands moved down to grip your waist, and you brought yours to his neck, pulling him closer.

He lifted you up and sat you on the table you were leaning against, your legs instinctively opening to accommodate him between them, as you had done so many times before. You broke away from the kiss. You smiled at his flushed face and placed a small kiss on his cheek and lips.

"Fuck" he whispered

His eyes locked with yours before kissing you again.

This time it was more intense, urgent, as if he wanted it more than anything, and of course, you kissed him back with the same intensity.

You ripped the cap off his head and threw it away, tangling your fingers in his soft hair, and he let out a sound of satisfaction. His hard cock rubbed against you and you smiled against his mouth, seeking more.

His hands ran down your sides, firmly, as if they were engraving every inch of your skin. His hips against yours made you wet. His hips snapped together and rubbed urgently, making you moan into his mouth. Jason slipped his hands under your shirt before breaking the kiss and pulling it off, throwing it on the floor. His eyes fixed on your breasts, his hands quick to cup and squeeze them.

"You're going to kill me"

His kisses trailed down your neck to your collarbone, his hands never leaving your breasts as you writhed and moaned softly, pulling him back to your mouth, biting his lower lip.

Your own hands ventured under his shirt, feeling the muscles of his stomach.

"JASON??"

Someone shouted outside, the living room doorknob shaking with his attempts to open the door.

You separated quickly. Jason ran, picking up your shirt from the floor, helping you put it on, and pulling you down from the table.

"Kolchek, are you here?" It was Nick.

Jason opens the door, and Nick looks into the room suspiciously, seeing you sitting in the chair and Jason's cap on the floor.

"Are you busy? I'll be back later"

"No need, Nick." You stopped next to Jason, smiling. "I'm already leaving”

"Thanks for your help, Lieutenant”

With that you left, leaving the two of them there, Jason's ears red as he frowned seeing the smile on Nick's face.

"So you and her? You were always picking about her. I knew there was something more."

"Fuck off”

•

It was that, im sorry I know its bad

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"After the Carnival" in Rio de Janeiro, photograph by Alain Draeger, 1983

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T-1000 x Reader

“Your husband is acting a little strange”

Part 2

Warnings: PinV, semi public sex

Obs: Here we will pretend that t1000 took the form of your police officer husband, as soon as he arrived from the future. This is kind of alternative, as if the t1000 had completed its mission and was just out there without a main objective

But there’s no way he could travel through time without— shut up

It's not supposed to make sense, I was just horny for this man, it's sad that no one writes anything

Robert Patrick was really something

•

You had no idea what was coming that afternoon.

Like so many other times, you stopped by your husband's favorite restaurant and picked up his lunch. It was an old, almost romantic routine, a break from the chaos of police life.

You liked taking care of him. You liked seeing him smile when he saw you arrive, sometimes putting down his papers, other times simply looking at you with that tiredness on his face but tenderness in his eyes.

But today… everything was wrong.

As you entered the police station, no one seemed particularly surprised by your arrival. You were already known there. You greeted your colleagues, made a few jokes with those closest to you, and were soon directed to where he was.

Standing alone, he stared out the glass window with his arms behind his back. He didn't turn around immediately when you called out.

"Honey…" you called hesitantly, setting the bag of food on the table. "I brought your lunch."

He finally turned around, and you stopped for a second.

It was him. Same uniform, same face, same haircut… but there was something. A hollowness in his gaze. A hardness.

Your husband's warmth seemed to be missing. The way he looked at you… without surprise, without affection, without any trace of the longing he usually showed. It was as if he were watching you, not seeing you.

"Thank you" he said, his voice as usual but without emotion.

You smiled awkwardly, trying to hide the twinge of strangeness you felt.

"Is everything okay? You seem a little… distant today."

"I'm fine."

That answer also sounded wrong. Cold, mechanical. He blinked, yes. He breathed, yes. But there was no soul behind those gestures. And you began to feel a shiver down your spine.

That's when you approached him, touching the front of his uniform with your fingertips.

"Are you sure?"

Physical contact always broke the ice between you. He was reserved, but he melted at your touch.

He used to smile with a kiss on the neck, react with a sigh when you hugged him from behind. Today, however, nothing. He just looked at you. Without moving a muscle.

You swallowed. You were worried. Or hurt.

Or excited.

Because somehow… all that coldness had awakened a side of you that you didn't quite understand. A desire to taste him. To see him react.

"You know…" you whispered, leaning closer to his ear "is the back room still empty?"

He didn't answer, just stared at you as if calculating something.

You bit your lip. That wasn't a no.

"Come with me."

It was like flirting with a stranger. As if this man had your husband's face, but something more… dark, mysterious. The air seemed heavier around him.

When you reached the living room, you locked the door and turned your back, leaning against it.

"I'm worried about you," you murmured. "But... I'm also dying to."

He just watched, motionless. His chest rose and fell slowly.

No initiative, he just stared at you.

You took a step forward, reached for his belt, and began to unbuckle it. Your hands were shaking, but not from fear. From excitement. It was strange, but you couldn't stop.

"Let me take care of you for a bit, okay?"

He didn't react, but he didn't stop you either.

You unbuckled the buckle and pulled his pants down to his hips, staring at that hardness... He was hard.

His cock throbbed beneath the fabric of his underwear, and that alone made you wet. As if, despite the coldness, his body responded instinctively. By some kind of unconscious programming that sought warmth.

You dropped to your knees in front of him. You looked up. His gaze didn't change. But his cock throbbed, steady, almost as if screaming for attention. You slowly lowered his underwear and began to caress him with your fingers, then with your mouth, tasting him.

He moaned. Low. Guttural.

You felt his hands in your hair. They didn't pull. They just rested there, as if trying to figure out what to do with it. As if his muscle memory reacted before any thought. And you went deeper. Slowly. Exploring. Teasing.

"Do you like this?" you asked huskily.

"Yes" he replied, his tone seemingly learned.

You paused for a second, staring at his face.

"You look so different today."

He tilted his head, as if studying your reaction. As if he were... taking it all in. Your voice. Your breath. The sparkle in your eyes. The way your hands slid down his legs and back up to the waistband.

You stood up, your body warm and your panties wet. You turned your back, rested your hands on the table behind you and lifted the skirt.

"I need you now”

He approached almost silently, like a ghost. He held your waist and entered you slowly, unhurriedly. As if he were... processing the experience.

You moaned loudly. You felt his body press against your back. His uniform brushed against your skin.

Heat spread between your thighs.

"Oh my- that's it..." you gasped. "Just like that."

His movements were rhythmic. Precise. Almost like a machine. But there was something more.

A hesitation at times. As if he were feeling everything for the first time. As if he were adapting to your sounds, to the way your body reacted.

And suddenly, he sped up. His thrusts became harder, more urgent. His body slammed against yours hard, as if the heat was consuming his system.

As if something was breaking inside him—a logic, a block, a code.

You moaned, feeling whole, completely filled.

His hands tightened around your waist, then your stomach, moving up to your breasts. His head rested on your neck, his chest pressed against your back.

"You're shaking" he murmured, almost like a scientific observation.

You turned around, panting, your skin flushed and your eyes filled with desire.

"And you look strange."

He stared at you for a long second. Then he touched your face with his fingertips, as if exploring its texture.

Your warmth, the dampness of your skin, the dilation of your pupils.

You smiled, still not understanding what was really happening.

He smiled back. Small, almost imperceptible.

But there was something there, like a strange glint in his eyes.

"You warm me."

You laughed, thinking it was just his weird way of saying he still loved you. But you didn't realize those words were more literal than poetic.

There, in that moment, the T-1000 understood for the first time what human warmth was. And without knowing it, you had just become his first emotional link to the world.

•

That’s it, english is not my language and I just wanted to share my desire for the t1000

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Myung Gi (player 333) x Reader

“Myung Gi visits you at night”

Warnings; dubcon, smut, p in v, semi públic, fingering, unprotected sex (dont do that), mdni, english is not my language

•

You were disgusted by Myung Gi.

You'd heard about what he'd done and how he'd abandoned his pregnant girlfriend.

Unfortunately, he didn't seem to feel the same contempt for you. It was like he was circling you,aways behind you for some reason.

"Tough game, huh? I barely survived."

He commented casually, stopping beside you.

You ignored him.

"I barely survived." What a joke, he was the one primarily responsible for the deaths.

Another time, he offered you half his food.

You refused, saying you didn't need anything from him.

Even so, you felt it.

You felt his eyes devouring you from top to bottom, his fingers sliding discreetly down your back, how your neck tingled when he smiled from far.

You felt everything, especially disgust.

A sickness that churned your stomach and made your panties wet.

That night lying in your bunk, you felt hands on your body, touching and holding you, a hand over your mouth before you could scream.

Your frightened eyes met Myung Gi's.

"Shhh honey, you're going to wake everyone."

He sat on your hips as you grumbled beneath his hand. You always knew staying on the bottom bunk would get you in trouble.

"Listen, we can help each other. You might think you're fooling me, but I've seen the way you look at me," he said in a low voice, his breath calm on your face.

"I bet if I put my hand here, you'll already be wet."

"I'll let you go, but you have to stay very still for me."

He removed the hand covering your mouth and stared at you, waiting for a reaction. You decided to play along.

"What do you want from me, Myung Gi?"

You asked, your breath hitching as his hands moved down to grope your tits.

"The same as you, darling" then his mouth invaded yours.

You moaned into Myung Gi's mouth as his hands roamed your body, his right hand descending to your panties without actually touching you.

You separated with a loud pop, eyes meeting.

"Shit, I get hard just from that look" he said, kissing your neck.

Myung Gi got off and lay down next to you, behind you.

His hand hurriedly slid around your waist before slipping into your panties, and you moaned as you felt his fingers circling your clit.

Myung Gi left open mouthed kisses on your shoulder as he inserted a finger into you. You moaned softly, afraid of waking someone.

"Just like I said."

His movements were slow and teasing.

"Another one, I need another Myung Gi. I need more" you pleaded, grinding against his hand

Myung Gi obeyed, putting in another and another until you dissolved into tears and drool.

Your eyes rolled back with the sensation of your orgasm approaching.

But before you could come, he stopped.

His hot breath on your neck made your skin crawl as he lowered his pants and you did the same with yours.

His hand came up to hold your leg up.

"I've waited a long time for this" he teased.

Myung Gi slid his cock from your clit to your entrance, teasing without ever actually entering, just the tip teasing and dipping into you

"Damn, I think I'm going to cum before I even enter" he growled. "You're so pretty.”

And then he entered, slowly, as if wanting to feel every part.

You moaned loudly, biting your lip to keep from making any more noises as he thrust slowly into you, almost torturing you.

You could feel your own lube dripping down your thighs and you wiggled as if begging for more.

Myung Gi's hand which was holding your leg, let go, only to slip under it, pulling you up while squeezing your tit.

Wet kisses trailed down your neck as he increased his speed, starting to fuck you fast and urgently.

He moaned in your ear as you sobbed in pleasure, your own hand moving down to circle your clit, searching for orgasm.

"I knew this pussy would be good for me."

With that you came, falling apart in his arms as he continued to use you.

The uneven rhythm announced that he was going to come too.

"Not inside, Myung Gi. Please” you begged.

"I'll do whatever I want to you" the words came out between gritted teeth.

"I'm going to come inside you and watch it drip."

You shook your head, eyes filled with tears of overestimation, but you didn't even have time to protest.

Myung Gi came inside you, your body trembling with orgasm.

You felt it dripping down your thighs, and you moaned as he pulled you to lie on his chest, still inside you.

"We have each other now, darling."

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Josh Washington x F Reader

“You find Josh annoying but not too much”

Warnings: sexual tension, Josh being Josh, a time before the events of the game, english is not my first language, kinda obsessed with josh now

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Snow was already covering the ground when you arrived at the Washington house. The immense cabin seemed even larger under the gray sky, the windows glowing with a warm golden light. Sam was the first to hug you at the door, her eyes smiling beneath her cute wool hat.

"Finally!" she exclaimed. "I thought you were going to give up on coming”

You chuckled, slinging your backpack over your shoulder.

"I almost gave up. But then I remembered you promised hot chocolate, and I gave in”

"And scary stories" said a voice behind you.

Your smile faded a little before you turned around.

Of course. Josh.

He was leaning against the side of the door, arms crossed, black coat open at his chest, and that damned arrogant smile on his face. The kind of smile that said, "I know you find me annoying, and that amuses me."

"Oh, Josh. You're here," you replied dryly. “What a shame”

He arched an eyebrow.

"I thought you were going to give me a hug, honey. It's been a while since we last saw each other, huh?"

"And it was the best year of my life," you replied, walking into the house with Sam chuckling softly at your side.

Josh followed you with slow steps.

"Aww, what's with all this unresolved longing? Are you going to tell me you haven't thought of me once?"

"Only when I needed an example of what not to do in life," you retorted, without looking back.

Beth appeared in the living room and hugged you before the exchange of barbs escalated. Hannah was in the kitchen, laughing with Mike and Emily, and the atmosphere felt so heated that, for a moment, you almost forgot about Josh.

Almost.

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The night had progressed. Some of the group had gone to sleep, Mike and Emily making out somewhere, the kind of silence only a huge house can have, with each footstep echoing as if forbidden.

You were in the kitchen washing a pan. You'd decided to make hot chocolate for you and Sam before bed since you'd chosen to sleep together in the same room. You were distracted, mindlessly humming something until you heard footsteps behind you.

"I thought I was the only one awake,"

Josh said, leaning against the doorframe, his long-sleeved shirt half-rolled in his arms, his eyes half-closed with sleep... or something like that.

You kept your eyes on the pot.

"And I thought you only showed up when there was an audience."

He chuckled softly and walked to the counter, standing less than a meter away from you.

"Audience or not, it's impossible to ignore you."

You turned to the side, facing him. He was close. Warm. And the way he looked at you... as if he were reading you like an open book, or maybe trying to figure out what was behind the contempt you pretended to feel.

"If this is another attempt to irritate me, congratulations." You pushed a mug aside and leaned against the sink. "You're succeeding."

"No. Not now." He crossed his arms. "I'm just curious."

"About?"

"Why do you hate me so much."

You arched an eyebrow.

"I don't hate you, Joshua."

"Don't you, love?"

You rolled your eyes.

"You're annoying, conceited, always looking for attention. You never take anything serious… But i don’t hate you”

Josh smirked.

“Wow, you're so sweet” He took a step forward. “I'll end up thinking that you really like me”

You didn't answer. Because he was too close. Because his gaze wasn't one of arguing. It was one of testing boundaries.

He moved even closer, his body almost touching yours. The counter behind you prevented any quick escape. His scent was woody, warm, a hint of sweat and a hint of soap. The kind of mix that makes your mind slip into wrong ideas.

“But if you think that about me…” he murmured, his eyes locked on yours.

“Why can't you stop looking at my mouth?”

Your stomach turned. You were going to deny it, give a sharp retort, push him away—anything. But the truth was, you were watching.

And he knew.

"Because I'm trying to figure out that you being quiet must be better than talking," you replied, your voice a little too husky.

Josh laughed, low, leaning in.

"Want to try and find out?"

Time stood still for a moment.

He didn't kiss you. Not yet. But his face was so close that only the space between one breath and the next separated you. You felt the heat of his mouth, the scent of his skin, the unbearable magnetism of his provocation.

"You're not going to do this," you whispered.

"No?" He nuzzled yours. "I think you want me to."

The kitchen door creaked open.

"Are you guys still awake?" It was Hannah, her voice sleepy.

Josh pulled away instantly, turning to his sister with the most innocent smile in the world.

"Just getting water."

You stood there, leaning against the sink, trying to control your heart.

Hannah left, and Josh followed, but not before looking at you and whispering in your ear.

"My room in 15 minutes?"