#pure evil!Reader

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Hell Of A Summer (what songs I think match the vibe)

Summary….

Songs I think goes well with the vibe….

And Y/n…

[fanged-fanfics]

Hi!! Can you write please part 3 of Truthless Recluse as dad? Like continuing part about what will happen next after reader was a puppet. As Smilk said "I'll find a way to fix that weakness of his.." So what will he do?

☆ Fragmented Control — Dad!Truthless Recluse & Child!Reader ☆

Genre: Angst || they/them pronouns for reader || Warning again for super manipulative Shadow Milk

A/N: VERY late sequel but! It is here!! (Part one for those who need it)

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Pale white walls, void of all comfort and warmth. Such a bare, blank slate to focus on. In the walls of the Spire, it was all the Recluse could see. His mind simmered with a dull turmoil, chest aching along with it. It had been a mere few days since his outburst at the azure jester, and his heart still felt rattled with anger. You'd stepped out for only a moment, the only time he'd let you leave his side. Just for a snack. You had insisted you could do it, especially since your papa had just come back from a task and needed the rest. With a heavy heart, he'd let you go

The fallen king took in a sigh, trying to calm his nerves. But just then, air stirred above his head. A deep blue portal swirling with black had appeared, and a floating grinning blue face belonging to his 'master' soon after. "Ah, there you are!" Shadow Milk chirped, climbing all the way into the room to float along the air. The recluse felt his brow furrow. "I don't recall being scheduled for any more missions" he said flatly. Shadow Milk waved a hand in a grand gesture of dismissal "Pssh, no, no, nothing like that! I was just on my way to prepare my next act!". Shadow Milk summoned a puppet, moving its strings to make it skip in the air. Recluse just huffed, until the next words pierced ice cold fear into every crumb of his being—

"...And then I found that a poor little calf had left the heard!"

Recluse's head snapped to glare up at his boss, a hard expression on his face. To make matters worse, Shadow Milk just kept idly whistling while playing with his puppet.. toying with it. "What did you do..." the truthless one asked through bitterly gritted teeth. Shadow Milk grinned even wider. "Nothing, nothing! Don't be so tense, Vanilly! I just thought maybe the little doughling could use a place in the show!" He announced. Illusions of confetti and cannons shot out from behind him, dissolving in the air just as soon.

Recluse stepped closer, every line on his face a deadly scowl. "Where. Is. My. Child." He gritted out. Shadow Milk sighed, facing the door and calling out, "Bring em in, my little shadowlings!". Candy Apple and Black Sapphire Cookie swung open the doors, a small figure standing between them. They walked in, stopping to spread their arms open like they were showing off some grand prize. The sight made the truthless one's heart sink into his stomach.

It was the same vision as before, when you were under Shadow Milk's threads. Dull, empty eyes, a downcast expression, and a lifeless slump to your form. Your head tilted up, meeting your father's horrified eyes. He rushed forwards, pushing the minions away and grasping you tight to his chest "My baby... you didn't... not my baby..." he murmured

"Ugh, don't be so dramatic" Shadow Milk said with a frown, finally landing on the ground "They were out of line. I just made sure we were all singing the same tune! No more slip-ups". Recluse slowly turned his head, and Shadow Milk almost felt his jam freeze. The way the blonde bangs fell over the face containing barely restrained rage gave his 'friend' a dark shadow over his eyes. Someone once so kind, now carrying hate itself in his eyes, blue pupils shrunken and zeroed in on the Beast alone.

"You... you did this" Recluse said, slowly standing "You took everything from me. Was that not enough? Did my souljam not satisfy you enough?" He asked accusingly "I told you to never put your hands on them again. And now... now... you took them from me". Shadow Milk kept a glare on his face, standing up taller "You're so gullible". With a huff and a clap of his hands, the image of you began to fade, rapidly turning into air. "No- no!" The Recluse yelled, rushing back over. His hands grabbed at the empty air as you completely vanished. "No, no, no! I- I can't-!" He choked, gasping as he grabbed at where you once were "You have to-!"

"Ow!" Came a sharp yelp. Black Sapphire was rubbing his shin, where a small Cookie had kicked him with all their little might. The truthless one turned to the noise, completely stunned to see you giving your nastiest look to the purple performer. Candy Apple swiped the air near you, but you immediately bolted to the Recluse, putting your face in his shoulder. "Papa, papa! That bully didn't let me keep my snack! He took it all!" You complained

Recluse was left breathing shallowly, wide eyes looking up at the loudly cackling commander before him. "Oh, too good! You really fell for it, ahaha!" Shadow Milk went on, an arm wrapped around his stomach. "I don't..." Recluse began, with Shadow Milk quickly speaking again. "I'm the master of deceit for a reason!" He said in a sing-songy tone. He wiped at a tear of amusement from his eye, patting Black Sapphire on the back "Just a little illusion, obviously! Sheesh, you need those eyes checked". "All of that was just-" Recluse stammered, only to again be cut off

"A lie" Shadow Milk confirmed, Candy Apple giggling as Black Sapphire stood straight again. "But don't get too comfy. That was a little vision of the future, free of charge!" Shadow Milk added. He was still grinning, but it was tight at the corners, his eyes bored intensely into the man below him "So don't go around making threats like that again, 'kay? You never were good at keeping all those sheep in their pen. The next time one steps out... well. I keep spare puppet strings for a reason"

With no further words, he spun on his heels and walked to the exit. Black Sapphire and Candy Apple followed after, the TV host shooting one last glare to you before exiting. The door slammed shut, echoing in the room. The noise ringing off the walls resonated in the Recluse's head. You looked up, frustration melting away in place of worry. You gently tugged at his sleeve "Papa?"

Recluse turned to you, his eyes still brimming with pain. His expression slowly turned softer, a hand cupping your cheek "my little one.. you're okay". "Course I am," you said, tiling your head in confusion "Why?". "Nothing. Nothing at all" Recluse sighed. He kept petting your cheek as he spoke "Where... where did he have you?". "He told me I had to go in the library" You answered "But he left me there for so long! So I came to find you"

Recluse held you to his chest, arms wrapping around you completely. He cradled the back of your head, kissing the top of it "Please... please never leave my side again. I can't- bear the thought of losing you. This Spire is so dangerous, little bluebird". You nodded, nuzzling up into his chest. You could hear the waver in his words, and feel the slight shake of his arms while he held you. He rocked a little, cradling you as close as he could. "I promise," you said, holding your dad's robes a little tighter. Your eyes lingered on the door where just moments ago, you'd run in and had to seemingly save your papa from... whatever was happening

It took a few minutes, but eventually he did pull back. His eyes were sad, but he smiled as he ruffled your hair "I'll make you something to eat, okay? Anything you'd like". Your smile brightened, the sight already healing the fear in his heart. "Really? Thank you, papa! As long as that bully doesn't come back..." You huffed. The Recluse chuckled "Don't worry, I think you scared him off. You're very strong". "Yeah!" You agreed confidently, chuckling as your dad helped you stand again "I'll keep you safest!"

"Just stay close to me" he said, squeezing your hand in his "We'll find a way through this... someday"

[2demondogs]

Annoying Javier/Reader Headcanons

A/N: The promised list from this post. Gender-neutral reader. Everyone can be tormented! Also atp I am so far behind Kinktober and so burnt out and busy I will just have to finish it late </3

There's no question of if Javier's attachment to you is secure based on how irritating he is. And if he's feeling insecure, he will go about playfully proclaiming you love me! followed by a suspicious ...right?

Javier definitely steals your food. If you're really hungry, he won't. He'll think about doing it but he isn't heartless, so he won't. If it's a snack, it's going to be his for the sole reason that it will piss you off. He's leaned over and taken bites out of food while you were holding it in your bare hands. He's like a seagull, or perhaps a rude horse.

He also enjoys making sure you won't want it back. Javier will eat just about anything given the fact pickings are usually slim, and he doesn't like to waste food or animal remains. It began as genuine suggestions and meal prepping, but now he also makes suggestions simply to gross you out. Goat eyes? Yes, please!

Walks with him are either romantic or Hellish. If he can be, he's attached at your hip. This is fine when he's trying to woo you, because that tone strikes up a sort of truce. When it's a short walk to get away or just for travel, Javier is knocking your hip with his to throw you off balance or swinging your hands higher and higher until you say something.

If you bend over, he will be there. Instantly. Consider it his sixth sense. It's either a squeeze on the hips, a smack on the ass, or Javier outright rutting on you until you shove him away or start laughing. If you tell him to stop, he will. Until then, it's a safer bet to squat down instead.

Javier will just... move you around. He will grab your hand, leg, shoulder — whatever he can get to — and reposition it. Usually, it's so that you two are closer than before or are touching in some way. If you're already cuddling, then he's just dicking around. The only times he's looked genuinely sorry for it is when you've complained that you were almost asleep and then he yanked on your arm just because.

If you misspeak in front of him, you might have to shoot him. Javier will mock you for hours. Stuttering? He will laugh and ask if he makes you nervous, or tell you how it cute it is. Forgetting a word? He'll never say that sentence correctly again. Accidentally made an innuendo? He's going to turn into a monster. Like most things, if it genuinely upsets you, he won't do it again. If you're only vaguely annoyed? Well, that's the reaction he's after.

[shokopan]

SHUT UP! . S. GETO ⤷ high school!geto x reader, fluff, shoko ult wingwoman, gojo is a menace, geto is hot. 1.3k (wtf this was supposed to b so short n silly)

“i’m blocking suguru,” you announce to your roommate, “i need to block this man. expeditiously, actually,”

“ok first, sit down,” shoko instructs, hiding her snicker as she watches you flop over her bed, “second, what happened?”

“this man. this evil, evil man decided to text me ‘i miss you’ while he’s gone. who the fuck does that? what is wrong with him? why would say something as evil as that?” you groan, flipping over and burying your face into your arms.

“wait, wait, that’s bad?” shoko frowns, rhythmically patting your back as you lift your head and scrunch up your face.

“yeah, it’s terrible. absolutely disgusting. honestly? might be the worst thing he’s ever decided to do,” you lament dramatically, “putting the idea that he misses me in his brain. what do you mean you miss me? acting like you like me or something when you’re not allowed to, the fuck?”

shoko sighs, “you know there’s nothing barring you guys from actually dating, right?

“no, i know, i’m just being dramatic and hateful right now,” you mutter, “ugh, but like also what if we break up and our friend group also gets affected? what if you or gojo decide it’s weird?”

“i feel like you have no faith in gojo and i,” shoko rolls her eyes before pausing, “actually scratch that, never have faith in gojo,”

“truer words have never been spoken,” you giggle as shoko nods and continues, “but like there’s no weird ass notion in our group that nothing romantic can ever happen and we all have to take some purity oath or swear each other off. especially not when you two basically act like, you know. and besides, geto already kinda talked to gojo and i about it, for no actual good reason by the way,”

“but us four have such a good dynamic alrea– wait did you say he asked? like asked you guys about us dating? he what?” you blink, staring expectantly at shoko as she purses her lips with shallow guilt.

“um, so anyways,” shoko gives you an awkward grin, “they’re coming back tonight so, you know, yeah,”

“so he’s asked,” you press further, sitting up now. a million thoughts run through your head, conflicted over your best friend and where the two of you stand, “so he means it? fuck, like he’s serious?”

“yeah, why wouldn’t he be?” shoko questions, “isn’t this a good thing?”

“it is,” you admit, “i’m just, fuck, i don’t know. i’m just worried about nothing probably. fuck, he just texted and said he’s at the station now. what do i do?”

“make out with him or something, i don’t know,” shoko offers unhelpfully.

“thanks for the suggestion, i’ll keep that in mind,” you reply, unimpressed, “i should probably go get him from the station, right?”

“yup, please leave the room so i can take a quick nap thank youu,” shoko smiles, feigning complete innocence and kindness after suggesting that you kick yourself out of the room.

“fuck, ok, i’m going now. i’ll talk to him. it’ll be fine. everything’s going to be good. this is a good idea. ok!” you psych yourself up, fussing over your appearance briefly in the mirror before standing up straight, “i’m off,”

“good luck! and call me if you guys get food so you can bring me back some! i’m gonna nap and won’t see your text!” shoko waves, slipping into her bed and pulling the covers over herself as you step out of the room.

you rush off the jujutsu tech campus as a pace one could barely describe as a walk. your legs rapidly propel you forward in a beeline towards the station, mind completely focused on getting to the closest entrance near the bakery that you guys would always enter and exit at as you go on autopilot mode, walking faster, and faster, and faster until you see him.

suguru exits the station alone, with gojo abandoned somewhere in the station marveling at the little stalls of desserts. he’s dressed in his deep navy jujutsu uniform, with one hand tucked into his pocket and the other holding onto a duffel bag. his hair’s still in the same updo you adore, with loose, unkempt strands splaying from all over, likely due to him napping on the train back.

you momentarily pause your furious strides to just watch suguru, in slight awe and abandoned self consciousness. he’s there. it’s him.

once suguru finally looks up, his face breaks into a friendly grin as he removes his hand from his pocket to wave at you, and you instinctively mirror him. when he makes his way over to you though, your breath hitches and reality resumes.

“hey y/n! what’re you doing here?” he pulls you into a hug once he reaches you, and you can only feeble return it, delicately patting his side as he glances down at you, “what’s up? i missed y-“

“shut up,” you groan, “shut up shut up shut up don’t say that,”

“and why should i?” he frowns, confused by your sudden shift in attitude, “is there something wrong with me missing my better half?”

“god yes, it’s shit like that that you say so easily,” you continue, trying to push yourself out of the hug that suguru now has you trapped in as you refuse to make eye contact with him even though his pointed stare nearly burns into the back of your head, “makes me think too much about stuff,”

“me missing you makes you nervous?” suguru muses, frown dissipating as he catches onto the heavy beating of your heart, “me wanting to be around you makes you feel something?”

“i hate you,” is all you can muster as he lets out a soft laugh.

“i miss you y/n, i miss my better half,” he smiles, “now are you gonna look at me so i can properly confess?”

you stop fidgeting and finally glance up at suguru to see a warm, kind smile gracing his face. any sign of teasing or mirth has vanished, and all you can see is suguru’s feelings being worn on his sleeve, his face, everything.

“hi suguru,” you whisper when your eyes meet. even amidst the nearly empty sidewalks, the two of you keep everything shielded away from the world.

“hi beautiful,” suguru whispers back, “i like you,”

“i like you too,” you quickly respond. the words strangely don’t feel scary to say. instead it feels natural, like a statement you’ve known long to be true.

“good,” he nods, “i’m glad. really glad, actually,”

“yeah?” you smile, “why’s that?”

“because now i feel more confident asking you to get dinner with me,” he hums, “as a date and hopefully as your boyfriend,”

“hmm, i guess maybe you can take me out,” you grin, “you wanna be my boyfriend?”

“yes,” he breathes, “more than anything,”

you reach your hand out, a little hesitant at first before letting your fingers rest against suguru’s jaw, pausing for confirmation that you instantly get as his eyes glance down to your lips. you pull him in for a brief, sweet kiss and once the two of you break the kiss, you finally respond, “you’ve got the job suguru,”

"good," he grins, kissing you again, "i'll do the best fucking job at being your boyfriend then,"

BONUS SCENE

“EWWW ARE THEY FUCKING KISSING? OUT HERE? IN PUBLIC? WHERE CHILDREN CAN SEE? WHERE I CAN SEE? HAVE SOME DECENCY!” gojo gasps, scandalized by the sight as he shields his eyes dramatically while shoko elbows him.

“can you shut up and let them have a moment?” shoko hisses, rolling her eyes as she contemplates the likelihood of success if she were to attempt to murder the egregiously tall (and annoying) man standing next to her.

“i am! that’s why i’m hiding behind the stairs here with you and not out there with them,” gojo reminds shoko kindly, “aren’t i just such a kind, amazing, and considerate friend?”

“no you’re an ass,” shoko grumbles, “anyways you owe me a meal because them finally getting together happened because i told y/n that liked them,”

“huh?”

“oops sorry geto, but also you're welcome! and good job y/n for taking my advice!"

[byexbyez]

TEASER:

lovers of valdaro | leon kennedy x reader tags: 18+, smut, established relationship

summary:  Some things have changed. The months, the weather, the air that hangs between Leon and you. Yet one thing has remained constant: his desire to keep you as close as possible.

coming soon.

read here.

[celestair]

arahabaki is the god of fire right? what about a god(dess) of water reader? and them and chuuya fall in love. bam. someone write it rn

[eletricheart]

First Valentine

(Donna Beneviento x Reader)

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Word count: 1395 (ish)

So...I kind of felt bad for my last story being extremely sad. This is mostly fluff there's like one second of angst but i promise it's a happy story😭

ps: i wrote this way too fast pls lmk any mistakes

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You met Donna by deciding to pick flowers for your catalog and consequently getting lost. The dollmaker noticed your good intentions so made a flower path back into the village. She thought that would be the end of it, but you kept coming back, going further each day, knowing a path would eventually show so you could find your way home.

It was a fun game for you, however things were different for Donna. She was beyond stressed not only over why you kept coming back but also how dangerous the path was, especially if you left only at night.

One day, you wandered too far, completely ignoring the flower path. You reached her house near nightfall, leaving your catalog by her doorstep and sprinting back home to not arrive too late.

Safe to say Donna was worried you wouldn't show up the next day due to getting eaten by a lycan. She appreciated the catalog but did not understand why it was drawn since you took the flowers home everyday.

You did go the next day, this time with a cart because you simply could not carry a box the entire way to her house.

Angie was ready to scare you off once you arrived, but to the Lady of the house surprise, you didn't even flinch. Instead you spent the day talking to Angie about your catalog and showing the box full of vases with each flower you picked. You felt like you should give it back, since they belonged to Lady Beneviento.

Donna never went too far away from her Manor, afraid of running into someone even though it was her territory. But she opened an exception for you. The catalog was too much for her, she spiraled the entire day, and then you not only saved the flowers but was also so nice to Angie. She wanted, needed, you gone.

She stopped you a few steps into her dominion, shaking her head and pointing for the way back into the village.

You stared at her wide eyed, momentarily frozen. Once you regained your senses you nodded and went back home thinking that maybe it was just a bad day.

You went back the other day, and she sent you away, so you went back again and she sent you away again. It was like that for a whole month until she gave up and allowed you in. It took another month for her to stay in the same room as you.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Your first date came as a surprise to both of you. Apparently Angie had enough of you dancing around each other and locked you in a closet with a cereal box and a note saying "kiss".

Donna was frozen on spot while you were blushing furiously.

After an hour of knocking and begging Angie to let you out, you decided to open the cereal and accept your fate.

You were quick to offer to the silent woman in the room who accepted and sat beside you.

Donna was the first to break the silence. "I'm sorry about her. She's impulsive sometimes."

You chuckled and nodded. "Once she almost cut off my finger because she said i was taking too long to cut a carrot."

The dollmaker laughed and gave you a mischievous smile. "It was too long, you were there for ten minutes."

You faked an expression of betrayal and gasped. "Even you?! In my defense, there was something wrong with the knife."

"There wasn't, I had just sharpened it."

You pouted in response. "If I could, I'd walk out of here in outrage."

She giggled and lightly pushed your shoulder. "I'll stop then."

You rolled your eyes and looked back at the note. "How would she know if we kissed?"

Before Donna could even answer, you heard Angie yelling from the other side of the door. "I'm all knowing!"

Donna slightly jumped. "I raised a psychopath."

You looked at her with a solemnly. "Yes. Yes, you did."

The dollmaker threw a handfull of cereal at you right after. "I'm sorry again, she hates it when I keep a secret."

You shrugged. "Don't worry about it, I like spending time with you."

Donna blushed furiously, picking on her sleeve to slow her heart beat. "I like spending time with you too."

You nodded in understanding. "And...what if I said I liked you?"

"I'd say I like you too."

You were both smiling at each other when Angie made herself known again. "Cute but I haven't seen a kiss yet!"

You rolled your eyes. "I'm not letting her play with knives for the next decades." You said, looking over at Donna who was strangely serious. "You okay?" You asked, holding her hand.

The dollmaker nodded and stared down at your joined hands. "Can I do something impulsive?"

"Knock yourself out."

And that was your first kiss. Well...on the cheek.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Now, a year later, you were rushing around the village trying to find the perfect Valentine gift for Donna. You were both new relationship wise, at first you thought of a handmade gift but one call to Alcina and you were convinced you had to buy something expensive. Hence you head first into a tree waiting for the Duke to be over with his daily sales so he could help you.

It was almost nightfall when you returned to the Manor defeated. You didn't want to disappoint Donna, you knew how much she was secretly hoping for a gift, that was her love language after all.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

You were standing in the kitchen one hour before sunrise, you had tried countless recipes going from full meals to simple desserts, none of them seemed worth showing to Donna, how could you give a badly cooked pasta to an italian, practically a death wish.

The dollmaker was worried, she noticed you arriving late from town and leaving the bed early in the night.

She couldn't help but second guess your entire relationship, Valentine’s day was coming and you were only together for a year, this would be the first. What if you realized you didn't like her anymore? What if you're bored of her routine?

Donna wanted to go after you or at least spy through her dolls, but she was too scared of a heartbreak. So she stayed in bed, silently crying.

You went back to bed after cleaning the kitchen, leaving no evidence of your probable criminal offense to her nation. You were confused by Donna still in bed but too tired to give much thought, choosing to bury your head in the pillow.

You were almost sleeping when you heard Donna speak.

“Are you gonna leave me?”

You quickly lifted your body and turned your head towards her hidden form. “What?”

The dollmaker pulled the covers more against her face. “It’s okay, just say it and leave…please.”

You had never felt more awake than now. Your mouth was left open, stuttering a few words before properly speaking. “Donna, I-no, I-I wouldn't leave. Do you want me to leave?”

You could see her shaking her head and pulling her body even closer to herself.

You sat down next to her and gently touched her shoulder. “Okay. Can you tell me what happened?”

Donna shrugged and tried to stop from sobbing. “You spent the whole day and night out, right before Valentine’s day. I just…I know that being with me isn’t exciting or fun.”

You took a deep breath, regretting not being honest with her. "I was with the Duke, trying to find a gift for you. It was pointless so I tried to cook all night and well…nothing was very edible. I’m sorry, I got too caught up in making this perfect that I didn't pay attention to you.” You said, pouting softly and resting your chin on her shoulder. “I’m really sorry. Will you forgive me?”

Donna slowly removed the cover, wiping her tears. “I’m sorry too.”

You gave her a comprehensive smile. “It’s okay. I still don't have a gift though.”

She chuckled. “We can make something together.”

You nodded. “That sounds perfect. Just not in the kitchen, I threw a lot of products there to hide the smell.”

She looked at you wide eyed trying to fight a smile. “What on earth did you do?”

You laughed and shook your head. “Trust me, you don't wanna know.”

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my masterlist

[harveywritings92]

{paranormal college au: Gaz and R/n run out of class after Soap calls them about a rogue demon causing problems around the school.}

Gaz and R/n's Teacher: Alright class, none of the other teachers will listen to me, but whenever those two get up and run out of a room weird shit starts happening. 

[The class stares at them blankly as they get up to leave.]

Gaz and R/n's Teacher: Now If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go barricade myself inside the teachers lounge until it’s over. Hopefully I'll see... Some of you tomorrow.

[blossom-works]

Next Time, Okay?

Request (anon): Hi!! I saw your post about the Leon Kennedy fanfic ideas, I was wondering if you could do one with this prompt? https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSLKCFKUE/ if not then that’s okay!!🫶🫶🫶

A/N: I'm a sucker for some good angst. If you have a Leon Kennedy fic idea or a Kylian Mbappe one, I'm taking requests. Just no smut, please🙂

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Breakups are tough. Especially when you really loved that person. For humans, letting go of anyone or anything is hard. Naturally, humans add sentimental meanings to their relationships with people and objects. It is one of the qualities that makes a person, a person. Breakups can happen because of a multitude of reasons. Cheating. Losing interest. Different beliefs or views. Toxicity.

In your case, it was a mutual breakup. You and your now ex, Leon Kennedy, came to an agreement that your relationship just will not work. He is too busy to be in a committed relationship and you like stability. You like knowing when your significant other wakes up to go to work and you like to know what time they will be coming home every day. The spontaneous up and leaving and the trauma that comes with it are just too much for you to handle.

Leon knew this too. It was too much additional stress to worry about you. Sometimes Leon just wants to come home without having to answer questions or be coddled. He just wanted to be alone in those moments. The two of you care too much about each other to stay in the relationship, only for it to result in bitterness and resentment. Neither of you wanted to hate the other. If you really think about it, you sort of knew the relationship with Leon would end eventually. Leon knew that too.

It still hurt though. You two cared about each other a lot. You made each other happy. You only get to feel that kind of special love a few times in life. When the breakup happened, the two of you hugged for a long time. In the middle of your living room. Just hugging. Wishing that things could have been different. It was a sad breakup but a needed one. When you went to bed that night, you just laid on your bed, staring at the ceiling. You cried too. You knew that Leon wanted to cry too but he is just too good at hiding his sadness.

During your relationship, you realized that Leon kept his emotions in check. You never saw him cry or heard him weep. You knew when he was sad, but he never wanted to talk about it. No, that is not right. Leon could not talk about what had bothered him all those times before. He is a federal agent so he is lawfully forbidden to talk about the missions he goes on. That was the one part of Leon he could never give you, and the one part of Leon you could never touch.

Getting over the breakup was even harder. You have had to refrain from sending Leon a "good morning" text. It sucked. You sort of kept to yourself for a while. You did not go out with your co-workers for dinner or a small get-together. Every now and then you would catch yourself crying in the shower.

It was hard for Leon too. You were his one chance at normalcy. Fighting BOWs for a living was not where Leon thought he would be when he signed up to be a police officer. Can he even call himself a former officer? His first day on the job was also his last. It hurt Leon to let you go. You were so innocent and Leon wanted to protect that innocence. It was not until recently that he began to see how if he stayed with you, he would be doing the opposite. Seeing him distraught without any knowledge of how to help him was destroying you. Leon did the one thing he needed to do to protect you from the ugliness of his world.

You are a civilian. You did not need to know the horrors Leon knows. Maybe it was the remaining piece of his younger, naive self that wanted to be an officer to help people, that possessed him to make a choice. Watch you blossom into a gorgeous rose from the horizon, or watch you wither away in the palm of his hands. No, Leon loves you too much for that.

"Leon?"

The half-drunken man turns the swivel bar chair to find you standing a couple of feet from him.

"Hey. What are you doing here?" Leon is so happy to see you in all your beauty. You still look the same but happier. Good. This is what Leon wants to protect.

You hold up a brown, paper bag that is stamped with the bar's logo. "I just came to pick up some dinner." You look at Leon's hand that is gripping a crystal glass of dark liquor.

"Another one?" Leon nods. You knew Leon had a drinking problem. He always drank when he came back from one of his missions. It died down a little when you got together, but he still drank a lot for comfort. It was in those instances that you were clueless about how to help him.

You sigh in pity and take a seat next to him, putting your bag of food on the counter. The bartender offers to take your order but you decline. Like second nature, you hold Leon's other hand in a comforting way.

"So, how have you been?" Leon asks.

You nod your head. "Good. I've been doing good. I got that promotion I talked about and I moved to a better complex. Oh! I even got a pet bird!"

Seeing you excited about getting a bird makes Leon smile. He remembers you talking about wanting one but the place you used to live in did not allow pets. You have always loved birds for some reason. Often times you would compare Leon to an eagle. It was even your nickname for him.

The two of you sit in silence for a while, still holding hands. Leon's palms feel more callous than before. You guess he has been keeping himself busy on those missions he can never talk about. Then, Leon breaks the ice.

"Can I tell you something?" You nod. "I still love you."

You take a deep breath to control your pounding chest. If the two of you were not in a public setting, you would have cried then and there.

"Do you still love me? Should I let you go or try again?" Leon needs to know. He needs to know how you feel because it will determine how he lives the rest of his life. The pity look you give him is a good enough answer, but he needs to hear you say it.

"If I'm being honest, a big part of me will always love you, Leon. But I don't think I love you like that anymore. It wouldn't be fair for either of us to go back."

Leon nods. Good. This is the answer Leon was hoping to hear. He cannot bring himself to be selfish enough to sacrifice your happiness.

"I know." He says as he tightens his grip on your hand. "I just want you to know that I'll always be grateful that you were part of my life. I think I'm in the same boat as you too. A part of me will always love you, just not in the same way I used to."

You lay your head on Leon's shoulder. Seeking comfort while simultaneously giving it. "I'm grateful too, Leon." Your voice wavers. "You'll always be special to me."

"So...Maybe we'll be able to work out in another life?"

You nod. "In another life..."

Leon lays his head on yours, still not letting go of your hand but loosening his grip. His drink of whiskey was long forgotten.

"Hey?"

"Yeah?"

'One last time.' Leon tells himself.

"I love you."

"...I love you too."

Maybe in a life where Leon Scott Kennedy is not fighting bioterrorism, can you two be together. No bio-engineered creatures to fight. No secrets to keep. But right now, this eagle still has to soar through the neverending sky before he can be set free.

[pix-writes]

Help to decide which fics I focus on next!

Don't worry, these are likely all going to be finished at some point, but I don't know which ones I should put more attention into right now, so I decided to do a poll so that the GF fandom can decide for themselves! Out of these stan and ford fics (mostly ford, sorry) which appeal to you the most/which one would you be interested in seeing --> except, i'm not going to give you too much context on these! :P (And I promise this isn't hindering /interfering my progress on the requests from the celebration!! They are taking priority rn I haven't forgotten them ❤️)

[spicerackofblorbos]

bodyguard!Leon x fem!client!Reader | forbidden love

I could see you in your suit and your necktie / pass me a note saying, "meet me tonight". / Then we kiss, and you know I won't ever tell / And, I could see you being my addiction / you can see me as a secret mission. / Hide away and I will start behaving myself.

[harveybwabbit92]

80: What exactly is it you're doing now?

R/n, she's covered in blood: We're fighting evil!

Belial: With mixed results!

[kolbietheaggrievedwriter]

I should be in bed (and I'm going now!), but I just binged a couple chapters of A Guide for Background Characters to Survive in a Manga and my god do I love a protagonist who will dip out the SECOND he spots trouble 🤣🤣

An enemy he trounced a while back showed up to take revenge via ambushing him and his class, and she was like "it won't be so easy this time" & he was like "you wanna bet?" & then turned invisible & ran away immediately 😭😭😭 The class wasn't even surprised! They're used to it by now lmao I stan this man. Major respect.

[wonusite]

another fwb!minwon thot... but this time with some angst. so, i imagine minwon and reader are in the phase of having mutual feelings but not having confessed yet. one night while things are steamy, reader's feelings overwhelm her and she asks them to stop. when they do, reader just unloads her feelings towards them. minwon are ecstatic, but also so shocked b/c they didn't think reader felt the same. reader, however, views their silence as rejection. heartbroken and humiliated, reader ends up rushing out before minwon can return her confession. and now, all three are stuck in a web complicated by heartbreak. -minwon nonny

why am i trying to hold my tears back in the bathroom at work rn????

[whippedcloudsofcream]

I totally thought Frankelda was going to trap “us” in the Spider Dude’s house while she and Herneval escaped in the last episode.

[berrryparfait]

sex pollen ❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

— ༉‧₊ᐟ featuring: zayne, xavier, sylus, caleb, rafayel x fem-afab!reader

— ༉‧₊ᐟ premise: spring is here, and the "thorny" flower is in season. beware, unsuspecting farm visitor, lest you inhale the evil flower's pollen and fall victim to its whims... 「this urge... i can't resist it anymore—!」

— ༉‧₊ᐟ tags/cws: [nsfw] pure smut, literal sex pollen; "spontaneous and urgent need to have sex", piv, creampie, intense orgasms, dubcon, characters are not dating nor have they ever f*cked before (frenemies)

— ♫₊ᐟ soundtrack: pelican town (from stardew valley)

✧ a/n: was the stardew valley soundtrack too unhinged or... anywaysss sex pollen is one of my all-time favorite tropes ever so here's my take on it <3

Sure, he might not be your favorite person in the world, but just for today, you're content with being acquaintances. For what it’s worth, if there’s anything worse than spending a whole day with your begrudging frenemy, it’s losing.

The annual Spring Corn-Picking Festival has begun, and you’ve been paired up with him. Can you put your differences aside and put your skills to the test? Or is there something else—something sinister—lurking beneath the surface, waiting to strike?

The “thorny” flower is in bloom, and no one is safe…

“Follow my lead if you want to win. I did my research, so I know where all the best spots are.” He parts the thick maize, making way for the both of you to trudge through the field. You roll your eyes at his predictable arrogance. “Please. I used to live on a farm. I know my way around—” You trip on a small rock and stumble into his back. He barely even glances at you. “Be quiet if you don’t want to sabotage our mission.” Rude. “Hey, there’s some up there.” You both dart towards the bunch of ripe corn a few feet away, no longer weary and complacent. Placing his basket on the ground, he begins to expertly pluck the corn from their stalks, intense concentration written all over his face.

All of a sudden, a strange smell hijacks your nostrils. “Do you smell that?” He grimaces and looks around, apparently sensing it too. It’s…strange. Foreign. Not entirely unpleasant. The flesh between your legs throbs. Why do I feel…? Your eyes lock with Zayne’s, then travel down to his groin. He’s hard. It takes him two seconds to close the distance between you. “Zayne, what’s going on—” He yanks your overalls down and grasps at your breasts, the expression on his reddened face absolutely feral. “I-I don’t know—” he stammers, still smearing his hands all over your plump chest. “But I can’t stop…” He pulls your panties down in one fell swoop to find you already dripping wet. His pupils dilate at the sight, and his hands automatically move to undo his belt. It doesn’t take long for him to free his erection, which is so large by now you almost feel bad for him. “Wait, we’re in a corn field—” Your words are abruptly cut off by him spinning you around and plunging his cock between your folds, and you have to cling to the sturdy stalks to prevent yourself from falling over. A hand goes over your mouth to conceal your surprised moans. He has you bent over in front of him, back arching against his dick as he thrusts into you and curses under his breath. I don’t like you! You don’t like me! Why does this feel so good?! “Fuck— I can’t stop—” His groans are strangled and pained, his hips moving so fast the field around you blurs into a mess of pale green and yellow. Expletives escape his lips as he slams into you so hard you both come undone, his hot, thick cum filling you up and dripping down your legs as you spasm and shake under his grip. You’re panting. He looks like he can’t even breathe. “What the fuck was that, Zayne?!” you scream at him, flustered and so utterly confused. “It’s that damn flower… Fuck. I’m sorry.” You pull your overalls back up and shake your head, unsure how to feel about all of this. “Let me make it up to you— Dinner. Tonight.” Tiny butterflies drift into the field.

“Would you quit micromanaging?” He glares at you before turning back to the corn, both hands wrapped around its plush kernels. “I’m just saying, twisting it out might be faster.” Always pouting, always bickering. It’s the only thing you two ever do. You’ve never denied that it bothers you, the way he acts as if you’re beneath him. “If you’re so confident, you do it.” You take the bait and push past him, sandwiching yourself between him and the stubborn stalk of corn. A smug grin plays at his lips when you fail to pull—no, twist—it out, his arms crossed over his chest.

Xavier sneezes. He brushes it off as a one-time thing at first, but then he sneezes again. Hay fever? he thinks to himself. Suddenly, the image of you working your hands around the cob of corn—squeezing and pulling at its base—is too much for him to bear. He’s imagining his dick in its place. You don’t realize it at first, but you’re getting wet. You feel the abrupt, inexplicable need to grind against something. Anything. All at once, you push Xavier to the ground and sit down on top of him. “Do you feel that?” you whisper between gasps, the pool of need between your legs growing by the second. He nods breathlessly, uncertain, but wanting all the same. Your hips involuntarily roll against his, and you both suppress a moan. The next thing you know, you’re grinding against his rock-hard cock and relishing the sounds of his tortured groans. “I’m—so horny—right now—” His voice is fried, needy. You lift the skirt of your dress and pull your panties to the side, clearly sopping wet. His jeans are unzipped. In what seems like an unimaginable moment, you’re bouncing on his dick and screaming out in pleasure. Why does he…feel so good… Your thoughts are a mess, part confusion and part unbridled lust. The way he rubs against your walls, jerks upwards to meet your thrusts, whimpers like a man starved—it’s everything you never knew you needed. You roll your hips at just the right angle, and he gets impossibly bigger before shooting warm spurts of cum into your cervix, his thighs clenching underneath yours as the most intense orgasms the both of you have ever had crash over your joint bodies. You roll over to lie down beside him, still in shock. “W-What was that?!” He turns to look at you and gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear—ironic, considering your entire head’s a complete mess. “I didn’t know you had that in you. You didn’t even kiss me.”

“Perhaps we’d get there more quickly if you stopped whining,” he jabs, already five feet ahead of you. His demeanor remains cool and composed, yet frustration simmers beneath the surface, visible only to those who know the enigma of a man well enough. Unfortunately, “those” includes you. “I just can’t believe I’m stuck here with you. Of all people.” Without looking back, he replies, “Are you sure this isn’t your desire for me speaking? Because judging by the way you were eyeing me just now…” You huff at his ridiculous statement. “Ha! You wish. Sleeping with you is the last thing I’d ever want, so keep dreaming, buckaroo.”

You don’t hear his reply. A sharp, almost sweet scent attacks your senses, conquering your mind almost instantly. You sway amongst the stalks of grass, trying to make sense of the sudden urge you’re feeling—the urge to bury Sylus’ dick between your legs. I hate him I hate him I hate him— Your hands reach out to grab him before you can stop them, and he spins around abruptly to gently push you away. “Having a change of mind?” He means the question as a joke, but the sound of his gravelly, seductive voice only intensifies the throbbing in your cunt. “Shut up and fuck me,” you spit, fully convinced you’ve gone insane. But he doesn’t object. The cocky grin vanishes from his face as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants down, apparently devoted to the task. His underwear is still on by the time he’s lying on top of you, pupils dilated and erection rock solid. Overcome, he dry-humps your clit for a whole minute, the pressure so rewarding that he can’t bring himself to remove his boxers. “Fuck, baby— What are you doing to me?” He hisses when you yank them down yourself, eager to bury his cock deep inside you. No time is wasted. In a single thrust of his hips, he’s plunging all the way into you, so big you cry out in delicious pain. Your hips move in tandem with his, mud covering your back and seeping into your hair—but you couldn’t care less. His length is pumping in and out of you so hard your eyes roll to the back of your head, and distantly you wonder how long you’ve secretly needed—wanted—this. He grunts with each jerk, wet squelches filling the air as the strawberry-picking competition is forgotten, sweet release the only thing on his mind. A stutter—a falter, and he erupts, his thick seed coating your walls and seeping out of your pussy. You both fall silent as the pleasure consumes your bodies, so good your eyes squeeze shut and your throat goes completely dry. “I’m…a mess…” you mutter between pants, pushing him off of you. “Who wants to sleep with who now?” He shoves his pants back on and—blushes?! “It must’ve been that flower. Though… It’s worth mentioning that I’m immune.”

“Alright, let’s hurry up and get this over with.” He doesn’t seem thrilled to be wading through a cornfield with the likes of you, one of his childhood tormentors. Well, he’d tormented you back, of course—middle school turf wars were no joke. You both grew up and learned to tame your reactions a little, but some things never change. The fact that you’re still stuck in the same small town with him, for instance. “After all these years, Caleb is still a jackass,” you quip, already making your way towards a ripe bunch of corn. “You’re just jealous I never dated you.”

The wind blows, and you scrunch your nose at the scent it carries. “Shh— Do you smell that?” His eyes go wide as realization hits, and he rushes to cover your nose and mouth with his hands. “It’s that devil flower that spews aphrodisiacal pollen. Don’t. Breathe.” His expression is grim as he clamps his mouth shut, but he’s already starting to squirm. A small pit of arousal emerges in your core, but he’s clearly having a harder time than you are, the outline of his hard cock visible through his trousers. “Caleb…?” you ask tentatively as his hands slide away from your face, flexing indecisively before reaching towards you. “Caleb, wait a second—” He’s on his knees, pulling your shorts and panties down. Oh my god, this can’t be happening— You gasp as his tongue glides against your clit, the simple movement leaving you wanting more. Your hips grind against his face as you moan his name, lost in the lovely vibrations of his own groans of pleasure. “Get on the ground.” His tone leaves little room for debate. You lie flat on the soil, back towards the sky, and turn to look at him over your shoulder. His dick is out, precum coating the tip as it beelines straight for your inviting cunt. Pure bliss overcomes your system when he first glides in, your walls instantly slickening in response. He pounds into you from behind, his whimpers mingling with yours as you’re swept away by the feeling of finally having Caleb inside you. It’s surreal—ten years ago you would’ve laughed at the thought. Now your mouth hangs open for different reasons. “Faster, Caleb—” you squeak, desperate to reach your climax. He drives into you, clenching hard before he drenches your pussy, a steady stream of cum dripping down onto the soil below. “Holy fuck… I’m sorry…” he whispers, getting up to put his pants back on. An unexpected wave of laughter hits as you recover from the aftershocks of your orgasm, your body sated and…comfortable. “Don’t you dare blame this on the pollen.” He sighs wearily and smiles. “I’m not.”

“If we don’t win, I’m blaming it on you.” Great. This detour was all your fault. You can’t believe this guy. First, he makes no effort to help with navigation. Next, he decides that if anything goes wrong, you’re to blame? Sweet crackers, he’s the most insufferable fool you’ve ever met. Sure, he’s charming—the old ladies back at the farm couldn’t have made it clearer—but you don’t get to have a competitive streak when you’re not the one doing the streaking. Seriously, he’s slow as hell. “Stop talking and walk.”

“There’s something in the air,” he remarks, squinting. It’s the first time he’s paid attention to anything today, so you hear him out and begin sniffing your surroundings. You detect nothing and call him a big baby, resuming your search for corn. “I’m being serious! I swear it’s doing something to me…” He turns away then, so hastily your suspicions are raised. “J-Just gimme a sec!” he calls over his shoulder, “Lemme take care of something real quick—” You turn back around, tired of his antics, but a barely concealed groan stops you dead in your tracks. He’s jerking off in broad daylight, his head thrown back in relief. “Rafayel, what the f—” You feel it then, the throbbing ache in your pussy, and suddenly his presence no longer annoys you. You inch towards him, eyeing his hard cock as he pumps it with his fist. At the sight of you staring up at him with a strange, unabashed lust, his thighs clench and he moans your name, the sound of it on his lips sending waves of arousal down to your core. You push him down by the shoulders so he’s sitting upright on the ground, dick so hard it looks miserable. “Bounce on it,” he orders. In the span of two seconds, your panties are pushed to the side and your cunt is enveloping his cock. You’re so full, so dirty with him between your legs—Does it feel better to fuck someone you pretend to hate? His thumbs bruise your hips as you keep your pace, bouncing on his lap like your life depends on it, his tip crushing against your cervix the only thing on your mind. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—” he breathes before pumping his fresh cum into your pussy, your combined cries of pleasure so loud a neighboring flock of birds takes flight. Defeated, you lean against him in his lap, still shaking with desire. His hand goes up to rest on your head, his touch surprisingly tender. “I’ve been waiting all year for that.”

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