#scar and alexa

[jonathanbyersphd]

Twin Flames

[illaende]

Earth's Northern Hemisphere

I've been holding back my writing for some time now, but I feel comfortable enough to post this old number! Written way back when I first got into the AvP fandom, maybe 2-3 years ago?

Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!

Lex Woods, after being taken aboard the Antarctic Hunting Party flagship ship looks down on Earth and recollects some old memories. A friend joins her. (AKA Scar is fine, hooray)

Lex Woods stared longingly out the windowpane and into the vast galaxy. By her count, it had only been a few weeks since she was taken off Antarctica along with Scar, though, at the moment, she stood alone. He was still bedridden after medics removed a stage 2 xenomorph from his chest. Lex had been by his side during the procedure, even if the sight still shook her to her very core. The very thought of how long he had gone with that vile little thing stuck in his chest was not only terrifying but such a testament to what strength he had to go through his trial. She could only imagine if he had succumbed to the chest-burster, she’d be all alone, either on a ship heading to an unfamiliar voyage, or cold and freezing to death in Antarctica.

Despite it all, she could now feel relief that her friend was going to survive, and all she had to do was wait until he was well enough to stand and meet her. For the time being, she would be patient and quiet her thoughts with the sight of the inky black ocean in front of her. Each little white tear streaked in the sky blazing so brightly against a dark canvas. The little blue and green marble she so fondly called a home stood brilliantly amongst the star sea, not far enough at all, but still a great distance away to see the northern hemisphere. She could barely make out the scopes of land where Canada and Greenland would be, standing back from the window to see if she could spot anymore. At the moment, she couldn't, all she could do was take it all in and sigh out in pure astonishment,

“Wow . . .”

“It loses its charm fast, I’m afraid.”

Lex immediately whipped around in shock and a bit of fear. She searched a moment for the source of the voice, “Who said that?” Her eyes settled and focused on a familiar figure.

Namely, one large Yautja, his chest bandaged tightly and walking with a slight limp, and now dawning the same mask from before, blooded mark and everything.

She tilted her head in the slightest confusion, “Scar?”

The voice returned this time with Scar approaching a little closer, “Yes?”

With that, Lex could firmly connect, the voice and Scar were one and the same, and she had to stop herself from getting overexcited, “Scar! You’re alright! Wait, have you been able to speak English this whole time?” she crossed her arms as he now stood by her side looking out the window.

“I’ve been able to understand,” He answered, “But it took some time to calibrate and respond. I can only do it with the mask.” 

Lex nodded, “Ah, I get it now. Well, it’s good to see you’re already doing better.” She turned back to the space view and tilted her head towards Scar, “So, not a fan of the view, huh?”

“Not exactly, well, not anymore.” Scar stared up, “I’ve been on a ship my whole life, so stars in the sky just look like . . . dots now. Nothing more, nothing less. Quite boring, actually.”

“Wow, bleak.” Lex teased for a moment, “I don’t think I could ever get bored of this. I didn’t for every night on Earth, and I won’t in space.” she promised to herself. Now Lex leaned herself against the slight gap of the ship and window, tilting her gaze down to Earth’s visibility, “Must be a real pretty night for Christmas down there. ‘Specially with the snowfall.”

Scar shuddered for a moment at the mention of snow, though in the same breath, his curiosity was peaked, “Christ-mas?” He broke the word into a good segment, testing it on his tongue, though Lex got the message perfectly. 

“Right, alien. Okay then,” She began for a moment in the easiest way she could explain it, “Back on Earth, around this time, humans spend time doing traditions all over the globe, and mine was Christmas.” Her eyes seemed to brighten as memories of old crossed her mind, “Basically, for an entire month I’d spend time with my family, drink hot chocolate, open presents, god just so much.” She chuckled for a moment, “I remember one year, a few of my cousins and I accidentally lost my dad’s car keys in a snow trench we made, ugh, it was hell to dig through and find them.”

Scar interrupted with an incredulous tone, “I’m sorry, but, you would willingly go into the snow again after what just happened?”

At that, Lex’s joy boiled over and she let out a loud sweet laugh, “Yes! I love the snow!” Her giddy laugh subsided for a moment, and, now as the silence grew thicker, her smile faded and her eyes cast down, “Actually, this year, If it weren’t for the expedition, I wouldn’t be doing anything this year anyway.”  She took a breath. “Christmas, for me at least, should be spent with family, and I . . .  don’t have any of that left.”

Scar stayed quiet before ever so gently pressing on, “Why do you say that?”

Lex didn’t look up from her trance on the earth and spoke up, as if rehearsed by heart, “My dad died when I was young, and, I messed up things real bad with my mother before she died too.” 

She shook her head, “She always said I put my career before her and, I guess she was right.” Her voice cracked for a moment and before Scar could say anything to comfort her, she snapped herself out of her depressive state. “Ah, but, never mind that.”

She looked back up at last and patted Scar’s arm in a friendlier manner, perhaps just to throw him off about her lingering sadness. “What about you then? I mean, that trial was basically coming of age, right? You’ve gotta have some big party for that.” She smirked a bit when Scar let out a soft chuckle and began to answer

“Yes, as I am now blooded, a feast will be in order for me when this ship gets back to Prime. It’s a momentous occasion for my people, I guess in a way, like your Christmas.” He crossed his own arms out to the window, “Though I’m not sure how others will react to a human as my guest.”

She cocked her head and in an equally cocky manner replied, “I guess they’ll just have to get used to me.” She continued, “Really, that’s great to hear. A whole celebration just for you, you’ve gotta be pretty excited for that!” She turned her gaze back out to space.

Scar’s reply was a bit dim, “I would be,” he paused “If, I hadn’t lost the two people I wanted to celebrate with the most.”

At that moment, Lex froze and thawed over in realization of what he meant. The other two yautja in the pyramid. 

The ones left behind.

The ones that died.

“You were close to them?”

Scar nodded, “Celtic, he was my older brother, and Chopper was the youngest. We were really holding out that we’d all survive.” He let out a quiet huff of air, “I knew better, but, I guess deep down I wanted to hold out too.”

A silence fell over the two, one that felt inappropriate to break. And yet, Lex felt a need to do so. She broke her gaze from the window, no longer entranced by the little dots in the sky. Just as she was about to offer condolences, Scar seemed to beat her to the punch. Not with condolences, but with understanding.

“I guess we’re both alone, right?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know, I’m sorry about your parents.”

Lex gained a soft and sad smile. She wasn’t entirely sure how to respond at last to that except to acknowledge Scar’s words and take them with her. Shared losses and all. She did however feel necessary to hold her hand out to her new companion, 

“Well, not totally alone.”

Scar seemed momentarily surprised before grabbing her hand in a firm union, helmet eyes lowered to look down at her, “Right. Not totally alone.” 

The two could have just stayed there had it not been for Scar looking up at the window, in what could only read as wonder from his body language, his visor seemed to reflect an array of bright color, 

“Lex? I think the Earth is burning.”

At such frightful words, Lex turned back to the window only to relax for a moment and feel her chest well up at the same time. 

Out the window, across the Earth’s Northern Hemisphere was a blazing display of green and purple, rippling across the horizon, violet hues drifting off around the sky. Lex was completely entranced at the moment, a lone tear dripping down from her cheek, “Oh my god. . . it’s beautiful.” she could only mutter, her heartbeat almost drowning out her own words. 

“What is it?” Scar asked, unable to tear his own eyes away. 

Lex wiped at her eyes and answered, “That is the Aurora Borealis. I never thought I’d see one, let alone from space.” 

“It’s beautiful.” Scar breathed out, unknowingly repeating Lex’s sentiment. 

Though the moment was tender, Lex still found it left in her to crack a small tease, “Not so boring to look at now, huh?” 

“No. Not at all.”

[lucigoo]

Weekly Roundup: 24th Feb - 28th February

So, tchnically it wasn't finsihed until March, but I'm adding it into my Feb count so i have 1 fic this week.

So thats 25,150 of my 15,000 weekly word goal menaing I managed 42,595 words of my 60,000 monthly word goal.

Before my one lonely fic, fic recs!

Family Meetings - Rauchendes_GNU - Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own] (Geralt/Jaskier, meet the fmaily fic)

Summary: In which Jaskier meets the witcher family, has some family problems of his own, and Geralt is idiotically unaware.

Reunion - Ayngelcat - Alien vs Predator (2004) [Archive of Our Own] (Scar/Alexa, Reunion fic)

Summary: Having survived the 2004 events on earth, Scar is back on Yautja Prime in disgrace; meanwhile Alexa Woods is 'kept' by Weyland industries in a careful cover up operation. Activity from the non-dead queen and some deaths aboard a fishing vessel bring the Yautja back to Earth - where Scar and Lex have a chance to catch up again.

if atlas falls - deargalileo - Alien vs Predator (2004) [Archive of Our Own] (Scar/Alexa, A slow romance fic)

Summary: Taking Lex with him, after the Hunt, that was the easy part. the decision was simple. it is having her with him, with his people that is a bit more difficult.

AITA for being "obsessed" with my childhood nemesis? - RainstormRadish - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] (Harry/Draco, crack fic, SM (AITA) fic)

Summary: Alrakis • I [24M] attended a small boarding school in the UK. There was a boy in my year, a couple of months younger than me, and he became my nemesis after we developed an intense rivalry. My friend [25F] told me recently that our dynamic was "weird back then" and that "it’s even weirder" that I still think about him today. She argued that I talk about him all the time, but I believe the amount I talk about him is reasonable. AITA?

prongymcprongface • i completely get what you mean. i had a nemesis (like a school one, separate to my other nemesis) and we had a dynamic super similar to what you are describing. having a nemesis is a very cool and normal thing dw about it. NTA

In which Draco asks the internet if he's being reasonable. Only one commenter is sympathetic. They start talking.

Heartbreak Drives A Big Black Car - finding_the_sun - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] (Sirius/Remus, James,Regulus, Muggle Au)

Summary: Sirius and Remus take Harry for a weekend trip, but before they make it there, tragedy strikes in the form of a reckless driver slamming into their car. A weekend getaway turns into a nightmare, a toddler screaming in the backseat, a smoking car flipped on the side of the road, and a fight for their lives.

So, my one lonely fic, it was supposed to be a short little whump fic, instead it grew into a 25k multichapter fic that was written for the @febuwhump Day 1:Vocal Chords fest.

A Songless Siren (Bilbo/Thorin, Mer Au, Siren Bilbo/Merman Thorin)

Summary: Bilbo is a siren unable to sing.

He is already an outcast before he loses almost all use of his voice.

Now he is and adult and he is hungry.

Enter nomadic Merman Thorin, who is big and musclar and one heck of a meal for Bilbo, especially because he keeps disrupting Bilbo's much needed hunts.

Have another wonderful week <3

[gaal-dornick]

2004 was a great year for me, character formation-wise, but i think i deserved to watch alien vs predator as an 11yo too. i think it wouldn't have changed me bc i ended up here anyways, but i think 11yo me would've loved to see this

[fableforger]

⚡ Echoes of Olympus

A myth-based interactive story about gods, rebellion, memory — and the people caught between power and purpose.

Echoes of Olympus is a myth-inspired interactive story about gods, rebellion — and the people caught between power and purpose.

You play as a lesser god(dess), sent into a divine war to crush a mortal uprising.

But when you're captured by those you were meant to destroy, something shifts.

The lines between loyalty and truth begin to blur.

And the choices you make might shape more than your fate alone.

Expect: slow-burn romance, myth-heavy worldbuilding, emotional choices that echo.

🧭 What Echoes offers:

Choose one of 10 gods and embody that divine aspect

7 romance options (5 gender-variable, 1 male-only, 1 female-only)

Deep customization (and — if I do it right — high replay value)

Rebellion, intimacy, sacrifice, and myth

A ChoiceScript experience with stats, emotional branching, and atmospheric worldbuilding

🌿 Demo

Chapters 1–3 are currently available

(100k+ words — free to play)

→ Play the demo

→ Read the content warnings

💘 Romance Options

🗡️ Alexos / Alexa

The fallen warrior once loyal to Olympus.

Gold hair. Bronze eyes with something burning quiet behind them. A body made for battle – still holding tension like it’s second nature.

They don’t say much about their past. But it walks with them anyway.

→ Read more (⚠️ minor spoilers ahead)

🌿 Theron / Thera

A silent hunter who sees more than they say.

Copper-red hair, soft and tangled. Green eyes that hold too many visions. Leathery armor shaped by forest paths and colder nights.

They won’t chase you. But they might wait where you’re already heading.

→ Read more (⚠️ minor spoilers ahead)

🌘 Dorian / Dione

The outcast wrapped in shadows, charm, and too many names.

Ink-dark hair. Violet eyes that shift with the truth. Smooth hands that never quite stay still. Smiles like a threat you might enjoy.

If you fall for them, they may let you. Just don’t expect to land gently.

→ Read more (⚠️ minor spoilers ahead)

⚖️ Rhaelos / Rhaela

The blade that judges. And rarely forgives.

Ash-blond hair. Eyes like still water before a storm – dark, almost black.

They don’t speak often. But when they do, something inside you might sit up straighter.

→ Read more (⚠️ minor spoilers ahead)

❄️ Zephiron / Zephyra

The kind of rebel who follows no one – so they always end up ahead.

Silver-white hair. Ice-blue eyes. Blazing tattoos flickering like breath under their skin.

Might walk away mid-conversation. Might kiss you mid-sentence.

→ Read more (⚠️ minor spoilers ahead)

🐺 Drakon (male only)

A presence that doesn’t quite belong — to the rebellion, or to Olympus.

Wild dark hair. Eyes like scorched bronze. Old scars and a stillness that feels too focused – like it’s waiting for something to move.

Don’t ask what he used to be. He hasn’t stopped being it yet.

→ Read more (⚠️ minor spoilers ahead)

🌈 ??? (female only)

No description available.

Some things aren’t meant to be seen until the right moment has come.

📚 Navigation

🔎 About

What is Echoes of Olympus? A brief look into the story’s shape and soul.

❔ FAQ

How does the game work? Can you be cruel? Will you be kissed? All that and more.

⚖️ Ethics & Transparency (please read!!)

A personal note about how this story is made — and what it means to be.

🚨 Content Warnings

This world touches on dark things. Here’s what to expect — and what’s optional.

💠 Support

Want to support the project? You'll find links to Patreon & Ko-fi here. Entirely optional, always appreciated.

🛠️ Dev Log

You can find it 👉🏻 here on Patreon (completely free, no subscription required).

🗂️ Answered RO Asks as a List with Links:

How would the Ros react to seeing a short Mc wearing their clothes (shirt)

What type of flower would each of the RO's like the most?

What are the ROs' love languages? Receiving and Giving?

How would the RO's handle it if the MC sometimes experienced derealization?

How jealous are the RO's?

What type of personality would I, as the creator, find most interesting to pair each of the RO's with or just envision them with?

How experience are the RO's with romance and sex? Also, how do they feel with a MC who never had any experience?

What do the RO's do if MC screams from their room that they jolt out screaming their was a spider near their face

How do the RO's feel about MC leaving hickeys/giving MC hickeys

How would the RO's react to a stranger telling the ros they could do better than MC?

If in the relationship stage who would like an MC that is really clingy and affectionate?

How would the ROs react with an MC that acts just like them?

What do the ROs think of an MC who’s a lot shorter than them?

What camp do the ROs fall under when it comes to ‘better have loved and lost’ vs ‘never loved at all’?

In a modern AU, what do you think the RO's jobs would be?

What would the ROs do if an MC that has nightmares left in the middle of the night?

Would the ROs rather sacrifice the MC to save the world or let the world burn, preserving the MC's life?

What do the ROs think about a really tall MC?

How are the RO's with kids, and do they want any?

How would the cast react if MC told them they love them while drunk?

What's the ROs favorite place to be kissed/to kiss?

"Puppy or kitty scenario with the RO's - Male Version"

"Puppy or kitty scenario with the RO's - Female Version"

How would the ROs react to being carried bridal style by the MC?

What animals would I use to represent the ROs?

"Scenario of holding hands"

Would the RO's let MC play with their hands to fidget?

"The MC steals pets scenario"

"MC explores body of RO. Would they be patient?"

"Ariel-sees-a-fork-for-the-first-time Scenario"

Nail polish for RO's?

MC gets sick. Who would care for them?

MC and a creep

How would the Ros react if MC went up and smacked their ass?

If MC was under mind control to do horrible things who would be able to kill MC??

Flower crown sweet scenario

“I can hold my entire world in my hands, wanna see?” sweet scenario

What would the RO's do on a beach day?

MC has cold hands scenario

How would the Ro's react if they were arguing with the Mc and slowly realized the Mc is right?

SIREN SNIPPET ??? Edition

SIREN SNIPPET DRAKON EDITION

How would the ROs react to having a spicy dream about the MC in the crushing stage?

[chososcamgirl]

(SHE’S) JUST A PHASE CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: pride & ego

masterlist

cw: crude humour, swearing, suggestive

backstage!

• panda lives at taco bell truther. put that on my gravestone.

• FUCK HOZIER FUCK HOZIER FUCK FUCK FUCK (sorry ree)

• some of these tweets are just from my spam account story this is so self indulgent oops

• yeah so timeskip 2/3 weeks since THE fight. it’s been a lot. a lot of crying (on both ynmegumi’s behalf’s) a lot of fighting. a lot of yearning etc etc you get the gist

• alexa is actually the name of my fake account i made back in 2021 to stalk my ex situationship & then love bomb him. #womaninmendominatedfields

• i still regularly use it like daily too

• panda downloaded xiaohongshu and people started calling him “sister” now he cant stop saying it around the house

• they have a sister jar now

• that one friend who likes attention 😂😂😂 (rest in peace mitch… 🪦💔🪦)

• yuji thought everybody was mad at him because the whole house has been quiet for the past 2 weeks

• it was because megumi was in mourning.

• thank you babaganoush ree for the idea

• yn keeps unblocking & blocking megumi just to see what he has messaged her from the past several days… Tea? 🍵

• omg me cameo!!!!!! 🤯🤯🤯🤯 i’m so famous only took me 23 chapters to do!!!! can you tell my relationship with my parents is rocky rn.

• ok tmi .

a/n: hey yall…. so a LOT happened in the span over a month a bit i see. happy birthday megumi!!! happy birthday gojo!!! merry christmas!!! happy birthday toji!! happy new year!!! i’ve been busy as fuck and don’t want to put out stuff i’m not proud of. but anyways here’s the long awaited new chapter!! hope yall liked it. a little fast paced i think. hope u guys still think i’m funny… some reeferences dabbled in here & there. can you tell who i’ve been spending my holidays with… i’ve been having an #identitycrisis. LOVE AND BLESSINGS!

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[nickythehickey]

*emcee voice* hello sfth fandom, by the request of myself and literally four people (hi @not-an-idiot @very-confused-alpaca @chaostributary97 @bbatcat), i give you

my best attempt at a list of disability representation in the sfthverse

*for the purposes of the list, "disability" includes physical/mental/developmental disabilities, neurodivergence, chronic illnesses, and mental health conditions

*i went through and added as many as i could think of but easily could've missed some. also i can't get the patreon rn so there's no patreon exclusive characters, sorry. if you know of some more feel free to reply/reblog and i'll add them!

canon (either explicit or heavily implied)

bubba (inside the mysterious cube) is stated to be an amputee with prosthetic legs

peter steven (the milkman) is stated to have adhd; granted its a throwaway line but i think it's true. since adhd has a large genetic component, that implies that either janet or david or both likely also has it- my money's on david since peter seems to mostly take after him

post mortem, L (the creak in the attic) is mute and uses mime/sign language and possession as forms of aac

donnie (the detective vs. the christmas tree bandits), my personal blorbo, is explicitly stated to have adhd and a seizure disorder- likely photosensitive epilepsy based on the mentions of the lights in the strip club. "i was never good with numbers" could be interpreted as dyscalculia as well. frankie may also have adhd bc again genetics, but if he does he can mask like a motherfucker

chip (the cardboard stegosaurus) has an unspecified seizure disorder (although i can't find one that turns you french), and while she isn't present, we learn that his mother marie-claire was suicidal

queen of representation that she is, amanda (clarissa's diy wedding) is all but confirmed to have prosopagnosia, or face blindness

according to divorces and teddy bears, the entire north pole elf population has adhd. congrats on the diagnosis luke i mean snowdrop

"that one gas station man" as @doodle-ratz called him (the pilot's final flight) is blind

mrs jeffery (the milkman) was blind at the beginning of the scene, they ended up not going with that but she probably does still have poor vision

the bartender (the hare who wore a sweater) slut dropped so hard his knees exploded, and that's now a sentence i've said on the internet. im.... not sure what to count this as tbh, but as a person with vague undiagnosed joint fuckery myself, he makes the list regardless

they don't like... SAY IT say it, but john hobson (the creak in the attic) with the whole "thunderstorm killed my parents" thing probably has ptsd. like yall see it too right

based on body language, granddad (wine under the bridge) appears to use a walker, suggesting mobility issues

headcanons (still implied like at least a little bit but mostly up to interpretation, this is mine)

*(this one's messy, its more me sensing vibes than anything else, there's almost definitely some projection in there, honestly you can disregard it if you want. spoilers its mostly autism bc that's me)

frankie (the bard with a scar) says that he can't run fast, maybe implying mobility issues? i like to think so

i don't think their ages are ever established so i may be completely off base and they're just meant to be children, but jimmy (toby's secret pocket) and jeffery (party quirks) are both autistic teenagers/young adults to me. jeffrey specifically bc he reminds me immensely of how i acted the first and only time i threw a party

i get... a vibe. from titch (the unrelenting aubergine). im not sure what it is, but its there

fellow autistic people yk how there's this weird kinda split that happens where when you're a kid people think you're mature for your age but then once you're older people think you're immature? yeah johnny and janae (the neighbor's under the bed) are the extreme incarnation of that dichotomy

someone in the comments of ballet on the battlefield pointed out alexa stimming after she befriends janusz and i love that so im saying she's some flavor of neurodivergent

troll-son (wine under the bridge) probably has some kinda allegory for something idk

because of the way i visualize character designs for sfth, pretty much any character luke played while wearing glasses (like andrew (all eyes on nigel) or fullset o'hands) also wears glasses. im not gonna list them all just know they're included

i've been working on this list for seven hours. i feel like sysiphus (thats a very smart reference). im going to bed

EDIT: if you're seeing this now there's an update in the reblogs!

[sinsofnivan]

hey can i have smut with old chris he's so hot I can't😭😭😭I luv ur acc

neighbours with benefits. — CHRIS REDFIELD x YOU! — SMUT!

divider gif belongs to kdanie.

SUMMARY: chris has a crush on his new neighbour.

TAGS: fem bodied reader, older man/younger woman, ( chris is in his 40's, y/n in her 20's ), size difference, pussy eater chris redfield BOOM SHAKALAKA YES GODDDD, creampies, unprotected sex, overstim, y/n is such a slutty diva here what an icon

PAIRING: CHRIS REDFIELD/you.

A/N: alexa play older by isabel larosa

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

he was in denial, at first. chris blamed it on biology. that men were just immediately drawn to pretty things. that it's just the excitement of having a new neighbour. that the fluttering in his stomach was nothing.

but he found himself looking for you every morning when you weren't out for your run or peeking out his window to see if he'd catch you relaxing on your porch. and when you would greet him, he'd feel immense joy pooling in his stomach. ugh, he feels like a highschooler. he had scars older than you, for christ's sake—and that was probably the only thing that stopped him from shooting his shot.

but you? you were persistent. temptation herself.

coming over to his place and generously giving away the excess stew you made; the serpent disguised so adam can bite the forbidden fruit.

you were supposed to just put away the casserole in the kitchen, supposed to leave after. but here you were. on his lap, and caressing his built chest while you kissed his neck.

"y/n—,"

chris doesn't possess the strength to push you off. not when your ass was in his hands. "y/n, please—," he huffed, and you finally withdraw from him. "don't you want me, mister redfield?" you cooed in his ear.

"just say you don't want me, and i'll stop,"

"we shouldn't, y/n,"

chris could feel goosebumps rise from his skin as your tongue dragged over the shell of his ear. "but you want to?" yes, he fucking does. "i'm twice your age, sweetheart—," "i don't care," and the hips grinding against the outline of his cock proved it. he wanted to resist you. but he can't. and with a mere blink, you were pinned under him. “you should. you should, y/n, fuck—,” your knee grinds against his hard-on, and chris realizes that you’ll keep testing him ‘till he breaks.

“we really shouldn’t be doin’ this,”

“if we shouldn’t, why are you hard? why’re you on top of me?”

fuck you and your smart mouth. he wants nothing more than to just—

“mpf!”

you grunt when he begins devouring your lips. he could taste the fruit-flavoured gloss you wore, and it’s better than he could ever imagine. you had no complaints, definitely, wrapping your arms around him as you reciprocated his movements; tongue gliding over his own, letting teeth clash against teeth.

chris can only control himself so much. your blouse was practically ripped open, a few buttons flying and falling on the cold ground. of course you had no bra—nipples rousing ‘neath his calloused palm. was he dreaming? was he actually groping you? he’d cry if he wasn’t.

it escalated faster than he thought, because soon, he finds himself discarding his shirt—along with your blouse—and tossing it recklessly on the floors. your fingers playfully tug on his raven tresses as his kisses slowly traveled down. "mhh . . fuck, m, mister redfield," he groaned, nipples gently toyed with by pearls. "chris. call me chris," he muttered before wrapping his lips around the bud; the other being twisted 'nd pulled by his spare hand.

"chriiiisss—fuck," you bite on your lower lip, watching him lather you with his affectionate kisses. the graze of his stubble stung a little—not like you cared—as his tongue traced your areola. you've been fantasizing over this for ages, fuck, you needed him like air.

he switches over to the other, not wanting to leave it neglected 'nd starved from attention. tongue swirling the sensitive bud and suckling on it; his hazel gaze flickers over to you every so often, trying to see your pretty face and addictive reactions.

he savoured every bit of it. mmh. you whined when you feel him grip your waist with his strong, big hand; forcing you to stay still as he began to kiss his way down to your navel, to your . .

"hips up,"

"or what?"

you shrieked when your shorts were forcefully torn off your frame. chris has had enough, he needs your cunt on his fucking mouth. your cotton panties are recklessly pushed to the side as chris impatiently delves into your pussy tongue first.

he groaned, brows furrowing as he finally tasted you. you tasted so, so, good. "oh, fuck," chris moaned with a mouthful of your creamy cunt. "chris," you shamelessly roll your hips, grinding that needy pussy all over his stubbled face. you'd mewl everytime your nose bumped against his nose.

and fuuck, you're so fucking wet. soaked. chris saw how that string of arousal clung onto your panties. all for him? just from seducing and kissing him? chris rewards you with a lap of his tongue, flicking again 'n again over that sensitive bud. he's torn between letting his eyes roll as he savoured your taste, or watch you while he ruined you with just his tongue.

"mmhhhm, baby," his big hands reach to grope your tits, and slowly transition to interlacing his fingers with yours. "tashte shoooo fhcking goood," he didn't care if it came out as gibberish, he just wanted to—

"fuck!"

your grip tightened as his wet muscle prods against your slit, desperate to explore you. "chrissss—fuck, your tongue . . " oh, how beautiful you were, especially when your back arched like that. his spit's everywhere, sticking to every bit of skin. well, who could blame him. you were mouthwatering.

and oh, those squeals when he started to suck on your clit, fuuuck.

it's a shame he has to let your hands go, grabbing the back of your legs and pushing it up and baring your cunt to him. "what're y—ooh!" you hold onto his hair, tugging so unkindly as he suckled on your bud. fuck, he looked so pussydrunk—was he even aware of what was going on? he jus' stared at you so affectionately, cheeks hollowing from how much attention he lavished your twitching clit.

"chriss—chriiiis, oh god, oh godohgodohgod,"

your legs rest right on his broad shoulders, and chris grinned in triumph when he feels it quiver, sliding two thick digits into your hole. "uhnnn—fuck, f, feels good," you whimpered, biting down harshly on your lip.

"i know," he's panting, breathless, and he's trying to catch his breath while licking that sensitive clit albeit sloppy; his fingers curling up as it pumped in and out of you. it was so easy to fingerfuck you like this, even without his spit. fuck, you were so wet.

whatever smart mouth you had earlier, you no longer have. the combination of his mouth 'nd fingers were deadly, because how could you form proper rebuttals when he's grazing that erogenous spot while his lips are wrapped around your clit.

"h, haaahhh . . oh my god, shiiit—!"

all that obscene squelching from your pussy, fuck. .

his shorts grow tighter 'n tighter by the minute. he fucking needs to bury himself deep in you, soon. or else he'd actually lose his mind. your screams grow louder as his fingers quicken, pumping into you with insatiable greed. he needs you to make a mess—to cum on his face, cover his face in all your juices.

"s, slow down—wait!" you sobbed, chest heaving as your orgasm neared. he doesn't listen—hell, he doesn't even listen to himself—and keeps slurping you up. you couldn't sit still, and chris has to grab your waist with his spare hand to keep you from squirming away from him.

"chris—♡! oh god, fuckfuckfuckk—'m cumming, oh my god,"

and oh, it's so, so good. actual fucking bliss. you're in heaven, eyes rolled back to your sockets and back nicely arching as you cum all over his mouth with a squeal of his name. chris groaned, drinking all of you. he didn't even care that you made a mess everywhere. you just tasted so, so good . .

"fuck—♡! you're still—, s, still movin' your fingers—?!"

of course he was! he was trying to milk every bit of your orgasm, drag it out 'til you were fucking spent. another brush of his tongue over your clit, and you're spritzing all over his mouth. twitching, shaking—especially when chris nurses that sensitive bud with affectionate kisses, trailing up to your inner thighs. "you're so delicious," he murmured, gently nipping on the tender skin. he rids your sodden panties, carelessly tossing them somewhere.

"'ve been fantasizing about you for so fucking long,” this wasn't a dream, no, not when he could feel the warmth of your skin under his lips, his hands . . not when he could feel your palms on his cheeks, guiding him back up to claim his lips into a fervent kiss.

you could taste yourself on him—how filthy. chris groaned, tongue dancing with yours. he could easily engulf your mouth, fuck. he likes just how you were easily out of breath. he was just twice your size. chris whines when you break the kiss, panting.

"fuck me. i need you inside me right now," you muttered, reaching over for the garter of his trousers. "take it off, baby," he whispered, kissing your neck. a soft giggle escapes as you toy with the waistband of his shorts. his cock springs out, and you couldn't help but stare.

"like what you see?" says the cocky bastard, nipping along your jawline. "will that fit?" "we'll make it fit, baby." he kisses your lips reassuringly, grabbing a hold of your legs and placing it on his built shoulders. with an outstretched arm, you wrap your fingers 'round his thickness and guided it to your pussy. oh, fuck. chris's balls twitch.

"kiss me," you plead, and chris presses his lips on yours without hesitation. it's much more fervent, but it just felt so, so right. you hummed, feeling his teeth graze your lower lip.

the kiss only breaks when he the tip slowly slides in. you gasp, but chris only took your lower brim in between his teeth, continuing to fill you with his fat cock. "yeah? feel that baby?" you squealed when he shoved the rest of his girth in, sheathing himself completely in you. fuck, you're so fucking full, his tip's pressed right against your cervix.

"been waitin' to fuck you," he continues to whisper, beginning slow but hard thrusts. he easily coaxed out these gorgeous, gorgeous whimpers from you. "to stretch this pretty pussy—oh, god," chris keeps bucking his hips, quickening his pace as the seconds go by.

every slam of his hips keeps filling you to the fucking brim, especially with the folded position you were in now, and god, you've never imagined someone could fuck you the way he was fucking you right now.

"chris—m, my god fuuuck, so full," you mewl, holding on to his arms for dear life as he starts to pound you. the whole couch's creaking from his brutal thrusts, but it's not like you can hear it through your erotic cries. "y'love my cock, right?" he purred, watching your face contort with pleasure, that mouth fall agape.

"yesyes—god, fuck!"

the way you moan like that—it just spurs chris's arousal on, encourages him to keep ramming into you over 'nd over again without mercy. "fuck, you're—so, s, so tight," even with proper prep—it’s not your fault he’s a fucking behemoth. everything about chris was huge, and you could feel every bump ‘n vein graze against your soft walls, tip bumping exactly where you need him.

and oh, you were seeing stars. brain completely filled with the thought of him. how could you think of something else, when chris fucking redfield was right atop you, rearranging your fucking guts? he could see it in your fucked out face—eyes rolled, completely stupefied—that you were ruined. no other man or toy would ever satisfy you like this again. he jus’ stretched you out so, so good . .

“oh god, y/n—♡,” his brows scrunch up. it’s no surprise he can’t control himself, rutting into you like an animal in heat, slamming into you again ‘n again even if his hips ached with exhaustion. he didn’t care. it was also no surprise that his orgasm was coming much quick—chris is just a man with needs, after all.

and oh, how delicious it was, imagining you stuffed full with cum. could those college boys fill you like he did? breed you like he would? never. spit’s leakin’ off the sides of his lips, and you’re just as filthy as him, licking it all up. “c, cum inside,” you beg. “cum inside me—,” chris is supposed to ask if you’re on the pill, if you’re on a safe day, but no—he jus’ keeps fucking you, keeps plowing that tight fucking cunt into the cushions.

you were begging for it, so you’ll fucking get it.

“gonna breed you, baby. fuuuck,” his cock twitches, aching to cum. he’s close, so, so close—and he has no strength to control that foul tongue. “this what you—you wanted? be bred by someone twice your age?” he growled. “my baby’s such’a—hnnn—such’a slut.” “i am—i aaam. jus’—jus’ for you!” aw, were you tightening around his fat dick? god, you’d be the death of him. chris whimpered, uncontrollably spilling thick, warm cum into you whilst his hips rolled. you’re leaking lots, and he can barely think. you had these wide, doe eyes, feeling his load flood you.

“baby—y/n, cum. please cum,” he begged, continuing on fucking you despite his cock throbbing with overstimulation. you were close—he jus’ needed to fuck you faster. “‘m close. ‘m close, chris,” you kept your eyes on him. “g, go faster—,” you say, and chris swallowed, pushing through the mind-numbing sensitivity. his pace quickens, just like you requested; and he’s completely fucked stupid, babbling desperate pleas, begging you to cum because it hurts. he’s so—

“s, sensitive, y, y/n . . m, my cock—,”

with another rough slam of his hips, you’re fucking gushing; unable to say anything rational. “chris—uhhnn, fuck!” you whimpered, squirting with every push in of his hips. fuck, it was such a mess.

and chris’s thrusts finally come to a halt. he’s catching his breath, and so were you. it takes a minute or two to at least gain some awareness, and you’re just realizing now that you can barely feel your legs. “y/n,” chris whispers. “are you . . are you okay?” he asked, cupping your cheek. “‘m fine,” you mutter weakly. “‘m gonna—gonna pull out now,” you whine when he retires from your folded figure, settling on his knees. you look so pretty sprawled for him like this. y’don’t even lower your legs, keepin’ ‘em spread without him telling you to.

you both shudder when he slowly slips his cock out from your creampied pussy. his dark eyes can’t look away, watching that gaping cunt ooze with his cum. oh, god . . he runs a thumb over your perineum, trying to not waste the load spilling from you.

“i don’t think my legs are working,” you groaned, and it’s only when his gaze shifts to your mien. “it’s okay,” he whispered, reaching over for your ankle and slowly lowering it ‘til it was nicely resting on the couch.

“let’s get you up to my room,”

“mmm . . ”

and it seems like chris’s legs weren’t working, either; almost stumbling but thankfully didn’t. he prays you didn’t notice, but you seemed too tired. “i’ll carry you, okay?” chris says, and you only nod. with one swift movement, you’re in his built arms, burying your face in his muscular chest.

“chris?” “mhm?” “this . . isn’t a one-time thing, right?” he smiled, watching your pretty face. “of course not.” there was no way in hell he’d fumble you, lose you.

end.

this is how chris kisses. sorry, i don't make the rules.

[xxaraaq]

𝙀𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨

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cw | none, just fluff

Toji x Black! reader

A/N | I got drunk last night and wrote this, then I woke up this morning and edited it a little. So i hope you enjoy!

Toji had known he was going to marry you long before this morning came. But today, today had solidified the notion that you would be his wife sooner than later.

It was early, and he was tired. Fresh off his shift, he had slept through all four of his alarms set to get Megumi up and ready for school. “Shit.” He had rushed out of the comfort his bed provided, heavy footsteps padding against the cold wooden floors as he made his way through the narrow hall, lightheaded and still halfway asleep as his hand rose to scratch his nape.

“Megumi.” His gruff voice echoed out into the empty room as he pushed through the door. 

Empty.

“What the hell?” Confused and still weary, he sighed, making his way throughout the house, seconds feeling like hours as his fatigued body dragged itself all from room to room. Then he heard it, a soft sound he couldn’t quite recognize emanating from the kitchen. He turned the corner to see megumi sat still, fully dressed with his backpack in hand as he watched you make his lunch. You yourself look like you had just rolled out of bed, glasses crooked on your face and bonnet half strewn up.

 God, you were beautiful, he thought.

It was from out of a movie, misty sun rays hitting your face near perfectly as you made whatever sandwich, he couldn’t tell, you were making, calm smile on your face as you hummed to whatever song you had told the Alexa to play.

It was all so perfect.

“Dad. Megumi's small voice cut through the peaceful quietness. Toji didn’t say anything in return, simply grunting a hello that his son had heard enough times to understand. ‘Hey baby,” Your voice is the last thing to fully wake him as you press a kiss to his cheek. “Could you drive him to school today? I wanna try to get an extra hour of sleep in before I get ready for work. Sleep had not fully left you yet, evident in the way you melted into him as he pulled you into a lazy hug. He hummed in response, and he could feel your smile on his collarbone. Another kiss to your temple, he lets you go as you finish packing it snug in his bag before pressing a gentle peck to his forehead. 

“I love you megs, have a great day today.” You wrap you robe tight against your body after he hugs you goodbye, and Toji basks it all in. You’re such a kind soul, too good for him, and yet you took the life he handed you and turned it into this; all tender mornings and gentle goodbyes.

“Go start the car, I’ll be out in a minute.” He rests himself against the counter, taking a few seconds to just look at you. “What? Is there something on my face?” You’re already wiping near your mouth and cheeks when he takes your hands into his, pulling you flush against his broad chest. “I love you so much.” He rests your head in the crevice of your neck, breathing in your scent. “I love you too.” You hum, swaying the two of you back and forth in a simple dance. He stands to his full height, craning  is neck down at you. “Is something wrong?” Your hands find their place on his cheeks, rubbing the pad of your thumb over his scar in a soothing manner. He shakes his head no, taking a moment to himself to truly take you in. “You’re so beautiful.” 

You’re caught off guard, eyes widened in surprise as a smile rises on your lips. “Well thank you very much.” You laugh, kiss him once more on the corner of his mouth. The two of you held each other, all smiles and gazing into each other's eyes until the obnoxious honk of a car horn is heard from the driveway. “Brat.”  He sucked his teeth in annoyance as you pulled back from him. “Go take the boy to school, Toji.” Your laughter filled the air as you started cleaning up the remnants of your sandwich making escapade.   

As he walked out the door to his impatient son and a car whose horn is much too loud, all he could think about was how long it would be for a morning as serene as this one to come.

He also thought about how beautiful a bride you would be as you walked down the aisle towards him.

-Nene

[hyunjincanraptoo]

hey i just saw your prompts thingy and can i ask for #8? tysm :)

Hi, anon, ofc! I hope you like it

This is from my prompt list. Pick a number and send it to my asks.

Warnings: making out, suggestive.

Word count: 832

Alexa, play Kiss me more by Doja Cat

Getting caught making out in the dressing room backstage (feat. Han)

The dressing room was a little too quiet, the only sound between you and Hyunjin the soft, rhythmic press of lips against lips. You and Hyunjin were leaning against the wall, bodies pressed close, both of you breathless.

The kiss deepened as Hyunjin’s hand slipped around your waist, pulling you closer until you could feel the heat radiating from his body. He tasted like mint and something darker, more intoxicating, and you lost yourself in it as his tongue brushed against yours.

For a moment, nothing else mattered. The world outside this room, the expectations, the fans— all of it was nothing compared to the tension building between the two of you.

Then, just as his hand began to slide a bit lower, slipping under your waistband, the unmistakable sound of a door creaking open shattered the moment. You both froze, faces flushed with heat.

You pulled away instantly, your eyes wide with panic. Hyunjin froze too, his lips still hovering near yours.

Standing in the doorway, eyes wide and blinking, was Han. He stared at the two of you, mouth hanging open as though his brain couldn’t even process what he was seeing, “What... the... hell?”. Han’s voice was high pitched with disbelief as he slowly took a step back, trying to retreat like the mere sight of you two kissing was physically painful, “What in the world is going on here? This is... gross! Ew!”

You and Hyunjin moved awkwardly to adjust yourselves. You tried to smooth your hair, feeling completely flustered, but it didn’t help at all. “No, wait, Han! It's not what it looks like!”, Hyunjin stuttered, practically tripping over his words, “We were just... hum, just…”. Han held up his hand high like he was being mugged, “Nope! Nope! Don’t even try to explain! I don’t need details. I didn’t want to see any of this! Ugh!”.

You winced, suddenly very aware of how awkward this situation had just become. Han looked disgusted, his face contorted like he was trying to physically scrub away the image from his mind. “No, no, no”, Han muttered, shaking his head as if trying to dislodge the scene from his brain. “I was just coming in here to grab my hoodie and then I walked into this? What the hell?! This is... disturbing, seriously! I don’t need to know about your stuff, Hyunjin!”.

Hyunjin looked like he was about to melt down and die on the spot, “Han, please... just go. Don’t make it worse”. But Han wasn’t even listening, “I don’t even wanna look at you guys anymore”, he whined, his voice full of dramatic disgust. He turned away, hands over his eyes, “I’m going to pretend I didn’t see any of this, but I’m scarred for life. My innocence is gone!”.

You could feel your face burning with embarrassment as you glanced at Hyunjin, who was doing his best to suppress a nervous laugh, despite the chaos, “I think three of us are gonna need therapy after this”, you whispered to him, trying to maint some dignity.

Han spun back around, his face still twisted in disgust. “Ugh! You guys are nasty. Just... I don’t know what you were thinking, but never, ever let me walk in on you again. Please. I’ll be traumatized for weeks”. He waved his hand as though trying to shake off the image.

Hyunjin, still bright red, gave him an apologetic grin, "Ok, Han. Never again". But he didn’t even wait for a response. He gave one final exaggerated shudder and bolted out of the dressing room, muttering something about ‘needing to bleach his eyes’.

You stood there, shrunken on the corner, still processing the amount of humiliation you just experienced, "Well, that was... more embarrassing than I imagined". Hyunjin, still visibly flustered, let out a long breath and ran his hand through his hair, “We definitely need a new plan for next time...”

You both stood there, in awkward silence for a moment, before bursting into laughter at the absurdity of it all. At least you’d never have to face Han without remembering that moment. “Maybe we’ll lock the door next time”, Hyunjin said between laughs, “but honestly, I don't think it will ever be the same again”.

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