#Hole Punch

[victheclown]

So I mentioned that my iteration of Hole Punch wasn't exactly bad from the start. He wasn't at all out to do something as drastic as stealing the sun from the sky, that thought would have never even crossed his mind -

..... Until this happened, that is.

That was the moment it was over for him. The moment where he decided that he would go all out, and not regret a single thing he would do now.

He WAS going to destroy that red plumber. And he would do it for the sake of him. To avenge him.

He'll show them what he can do.

[sophiasharp]

Howls of Agony

Poster for one of my Monster of the Week campaigns. This was. Literal months in the making. So I figure I won’t lose anything by posting it here.

From left to right is my character Sophia Mancer (The Monstrous), Nyx Moros (The Hex), Aira (Formerly The Divine, as of last session The Spell-Slinger,) Chris Redfield (The Professional, also yes, THAT Chris Redfield, don’t worry about it), and Delilah McClaine (The Wronged.)

This campaign is so much goddamn fun, we decided early on that we were cool with cross-overs (kinda had to be cause, you know, Chris) and ever since we’ve just started leaning into it. Highlights include:

- One of the tires on Delilah’s truck getting yeeted into orbit

- Nyx stabbing a rich dude for harassing a server and Aira soothing them both into not calling the cops and calmly going to the hospital

- Chris formally adding Leon Kennedy in as a second Player Character and Sophia having to scruff the both of them like cats to get them to stop fighting

- Aira having a visceral and irrational hate for a mushroom man

- Sophia getting framed for NFT fraud

And my personal favorite

- Sophia and Chris saving Christmas by impressing the Predator that was killing everyone at the North Poll and Chris getting the equivalent of her number and a “Call Me”

Please someone talk to me about the universe of this campaign, it is rattling around in my brain near constantly when I’m not thinking about Ghost lol

[eeldritchblast]

Some misc. Astarion facts I collected while browsing his dialogue files like a madman

Cazador fed him the blood of rats and flies; just enough to keep him going, but never more than that. If Astarion tried to refuse, he was flayed.

Astarion is approximately 5'11" tall.

When Astarion reads the other party members and imagines what their blood tastes like, he says Gale makes him think of well aged brandy, Wyll like sweet cider, Shadowheart like vintage port, and Karlach like fiery whisky.

After Cazador bit Astarion, he left him to be buried dead in a graveyard by those who found him. Astarion then woke back up of course, and had to punch a hole in the coffin and claw his way through six feet of dirt, while Cazador waited an watched.

Leon calls Astarion "the runt of the kennel who always whimpered while he got beat".

In the first decade of slavery, Astarion once refused to bring back a man he found to Cazador, and tried to run away. When Cazador found him, he sealed Astarion inside a tomb and buried him alive for a year. When he was finally released, he vowed to never disobey again. This is Astarion's worst memory.

Astarion was one of Cazador's first spawn. Cazador insisted that he and his seven spawn were "family"; that the spawn were all siblings and he their father.

Astarion used to dream of marrying a prince when he was thirteen, and Wyll reminds him of that prince-type dream.

Astarion sees Vlaakith as Lae'zel's version of Cazador.

Astarion uses perfume of "bergamot, rosemary, and a hint of aged brandy" to disguise his undead smell.

[ggyuha]

good cop, bad cop / leon

[ summary ] : you lost your belongings after a party—of course you’d need help but seeing how the officer is so handsome, maybe he can help you in more ways than one? ( wc is 3.6k words )

[ c/w ] : dom!leon x afab!reader, handjob, fingering, unprotected piv, car sex, degradation, pet names, age gap (reader is in college, leon is in early/mid 20s), …

[ note ] : he isn’t acting like a cutie patootie re2r leon bc it’s mostly self-indulgent but enjoy my filthy leon brain rot anyways & ik it’s p long but i love porn w plots ><

having partying all night, it was inevitable to lose something in the process—the something, in your case, was your purse. of course, how cliché.

it had your money, cards and phone in it and hell if you can survive without your phone.

with sore feet and tired heels, you made your way to the nearest police station. it was almost empty, save for a couple of bored-looking officers. they were all buried in paperworks except for one—damn was he a sight for sore eyes.

he had blond hair which was parted in a curtain-ish type of bangs. his eyes were icy blue, the type to bore holes in someone when they stare too hard. his nose was long and tall, it sat perfectly in the middle of his pretty face. his lips were plump and red, so kissable but save that for later, you thought. it’s your purse over this handsome cop.

he walked up to you with a smile on his lips, his puppy eyes looking brightly at you. “hello, is there anything i can help you with?” he asked gently. you saw the way his eyes roamed over your body, up and down, checking you out. you straightened your back, feeling a sense of pride to have such an attractive man gaze at you that way. who wouldn’t, to be honest? with the way your tight black dress hugged your curves perfectly, the way the hem showed a generous amount of your thighs. you sure are a looker.

“yes, please,” you said in the softest way possible, his eyes flicking back up to match your stare. “my purse was stolen and… and i have to get home. is it possible to borrow a phone?”

he raised his brows. a phone? you’d borrow a phone instead of asking for a lift back home. he was disappointed but intentionally gave you his personal phone instead of his work phone. “here, sweetheart.” he just couldn’t hold that one back. he had a thing for pet names and he sure as shit can’t help himself but call you nicknames.

you blinked a few times, flustered with the pet name but you took the phone from his hand and dialled your friend’s number. it took him a few rings. “hello, chris?” chris was your older brother’s best friend. he’s nice and understanding, he acts more brotherly than your own brother so you didn’t hesitate to punch his number in the keypad.

“yes?” he mumbled groggily. you felt a little guilty, disturbing him this late at night but you had to suck it up or you wouldn’t get home. “uhm, i’m in a police station. i lost my purse. can you come and get me?” there was silence for a few seconds before you heard a loud sigh. he said your name, asking to confirm if it was you.

but of course, it was you. who else would cause trouble only to bother him afterwards, right?

“yes, it’s me.”

you heard a low grunt—fuck, you thought. “i can’t, i’m sorry… i’m s’posed to watch my lil’ cousin for the whole night and my uncle used the car.” your lower lip caught in between your teeth. “i see,” you replied in a steady tone, careful not to sound disappointed because you knew chris would feel even more guilty, if he wasn’t feeling that now, which you sure as shit he is.

“it’s okay, chris. thanks anyway. there are tons of officers here,” you said, eyeing the said officers, which you can count with the fingers of a hand. you couldn’t tell chris the truth though.

“maybe i can ask for a lift.” leon’s ears perked up and he fought hard to hold back a grin.

chris hummed on the other end of the line. “i’ll come by tomorrow to check on you, is that good?” he knew your parents are on a business trip and your brother is, most probably, not home. you nodded, slightly forgetting he won’t see. “yes, thanks.”

you handed the officer’s phone back to him. “i can give you a ride.” leon offered with a small smirk. you shivered slightly under his piercing gaze. you could feel the palpable tension between you two and god, was it wrong. you were barely done with college—how old are you? eighteen? nineteen? fuck, it was so wrong but it felt so right.

curious as you were about his age, you refrained from asking.

“okay,” you said, “sorry, i didn’t catch your name.” you looked up at him with doe eyes. you sure knew how to use your charms, he thought. you were worming your way into his head. he was beginning to imagine things—said things being him thrusting his hips, ramming into you roughly—but he isn’t telling you that. yet.

“leon kennedy, but it’s just leon for you.” he gave you a wink before walking past you, gesturing for you to follow him. “i’m almost done with my shift anyway. can you wait for 10 minutes, sweetie?” he glanced back at you over his shoulders, “let me just hand in my paperworks and clock out, yeah?” it took you a few to process his words, his voice calling you sweetie ringing in your head.

“sure,” you answered, “i’ll wait—“ you eyed the lounge and sat on one of the chair, “—here.” he chuckled before walking away to go to his desk, organising piles of paperworks. he grabbed two handfuls of those papers and put them in drawers. the rest of the stack, he grabbed and he walked into an office, probably to hand it in.

he went out after minutes and he arranged his desk. an organised man, you thought, that’s so fucking hot.

he grabbed his backpack and slung it over one shoulder as he walked towards you. “i clocked out. ready to get home?” he smiled sweetly at you. you nodded and stood up, walking behind him.

you were surprised when he got in his car. like, his personal car. you guess it made sense since he already got off work but still. you thought he’d use the police car.

okay, chill, it isn’t even that big of a deal.

you climbed into his passenger seat. “took your sweet time, didn’t you?” he joked as he ignited the engine. you scratched your cheek. “sorry.”

he chuckled at your apology. “i was just kidding.” you shot him a brief glance and threw him a smile. damn did that do something to him.

he began driving, asking you for directions. it didn’t take that long before you reached your home. “this is it,” you said, pointing at the house outside the passenger window. he looked your way, his eyes drifting back to you after he eyed your house. it wasn’t that big but it still was a statement of your family’s wealth.

“thanks for driving me home. even after your shift ended too…” his hand moved from the shift stick to your knee, his eyes remained on yours, looking at you with a glint and you could swear that you could see through him. “it’s not a problem, princess. don’t mention it.” a corner of his lips curved up in a sly smirk. oh, was he a handsome devil—which was ironic since he’s in the force, doing good.

you bit your lip, holding back to gaze at his hand on your knee. it was burning your skin but you were so fucking aching for his hands to burn more than just your knee.

you hummed a response. “alright, leon.” despite knowing that you’re supposed to get out of the car, because the ride is done, you couldn’t move an inch, holding onto his meaningful stare while he killed the engine. “what?” you huffed out silently. his mouth is still curved up in a smirk and his eyes watched you hungrily, almost as if this whole interaction is a bit too entertaining for him.

what the fuck is behind those eyes?

“maybe next time,” he leaned in closer and your breath caught in your throat, “don’t party too hard, yeah?” his breath fanned your cheek. “or do. then maybe i’ll see you around again.” you gasped inaudibly then bit your lip. “you’re not getting your message across, officer kennedy.” you raised a brow at him. “are you telling me to run wild or not?”

leon grinned at your question. he liked this side of you; bold, confident. you’re a minx and you know it.

“i don’t care,” said leon in a low tone. god, did it sound so sexy, so illegally. “i guess i’m saying, do what you will in life but i wanna see you again.”

your eyes widened a bit and it broke free, that sly smile you’ve been holding back for too long. he thinks he has you in his grasp but no, you have him in your grasp.

men are that easy. for you, that is. play dumb, play innocent—or don’t—it doesn’t matter, actually. just look tempting and they eat everything up.

“i’m still a student, officer,” you finally tell him. he doesn’t show a hint of surprise, almost as if he knew. he looked away and pursed his lips, choosing his words carefully now but it’s quite too late for that, isn’t it?

“but you don’t really care, do you?” you added in a sultry tone. his eyes flicked back to you, reflecting sinful emotions—and you could almost see what kind of thoughts danced in his head, how lewd and how fucking hot those thoughts were.

his lips curved up in a smile but he tried to hide it as he rested his elbow on the steering wheel and put a hand on his lower face, the back of it pressed against his mouth.

“you don’t know that,” said leon in a whisper. your finger traced patterns on the back of his hand that’s still on your knee. you saw his adam’s apple bob in his throat. “oh, but i do.” you grabbed his hand and yanked it so you could pull him closer to you again. his eyes widened, caught off guard.

you were having so much fun. he always seemed collected. all throughout the evening, he was flirting but now, he was at your mercy. fuck those pretty eyes of yours or those damned wet lips. he’d do anything to touch you—and you could feel yourself wanting the same thing.

you clutched the collar of his shirt with one hand, your other hand ran through his ash blond hair. “i know what you’ve been thinking the entire time. trust me, officer kennedy, i’ve seen those eyes before.”

his face contorted to that of jealousy. so you’ve been through this before? you’ve seduced other men? and god so help him—you’ve fucked other men?

you watched as his eyes glinted in envy and he looked so dangerous, so tantalising. you bit the tip of your tongue inside your mouth, your gaze dropping to his lips tugged in a frown.

he grunted, feeling the tension increase. “fuck this,” he murmured and gripped your arm tightly. you winced in pain but looked up at him with a smile. “i’ll fuck you better.”

your mouth dropped open in surprise, his words catching you off guard a bit. apparently, he took this action for something else, as an invitation, and he leaned forward, crashing his lips with yours in a rough and wet kiss.

you��d be lying if you said this wasn’t your goal, not where you wanted to end up in, because it so fucking is.

your hands kept on clutching his shirt, pulling him closer as you kissed him back with much fervour. he groaned into the kiss, sending waves of pleasure. really, damn this man to hell but he’s such a fucking good kisser.

he nibbled at your lower lip, biting it and licking it all while interlocking with it. he bit harder this time and you gasped. he eased the pain by licking it and then pushed his tongue in your mouth, swirling and dancing with yours.

he pulled away, but you knew he only did to let you breathe because he would fucking drown you with his kisses if he could.

“damn…” you were panting heavily. your heart was pounding so erratically, you thought it was possible to suffer from a heart attack. you looked at him through your eyelids. “what do you think?” he asked, caressing your cheek with his hand. “i kissed you better, didn’t i?”

you rolled your eyes and frowned at his question. what a jealous bastard! “huh,” you scoffed, “are you making out with me to heal your ego? are you seriously competing with other men you don’t even know?” you raised your brows at him.

“no, no, no, princess—you don’t get it. i have to make sure i do you better so next time, you come back to me and not them.”

without waiting for your response, he gripped your waist tightly to lift you up, guiding you to him. he adjusted the driver’s seat, pushing it back to give you enough space to straddle his lap. you huffed out shakily, the new position heightening your desire. you gripped his shoulders.

“oh, so there’s a next time?” you raised a brow at him and he just gave a smug sneer. “‘course. i’m not an idiot. why would i make you be a one time thing? you’re too pretty for that.” you rolled your eyes at him but secretly flattered he finds you attractive enough to want you more than a one-night stand.

he just chuckled at your reaction then his hands gripped your hips firmly and crashed his lips with yours once more before trailing down to your jaw and neck, nipping on your skin at every opportunity, leaving hickeys.

you tilted your head, giving him more access to your neck, your fingers entwined with his soft hair, combing and gripping them to spur him to keep going.

his hands gave your hips a gentle squeeze before sliding upwards to fondle your tits through your tight dress. you gasped and he chuckled against your skin. he pulled your neckline down, revealing your round breasts and erect nipples. he cupped them with his big hands, pinching and pulling on your buds with his long fingers.

“shit…” you murmured, tipping your head backwards as you fought back a moan. his hands are so filthy but you bet you haven’t even seen the half of it.

he pushed you gently, your back resting against the steering wheel. you watched him hike the hem of your dress up to your waist and palmed your mound without a word. you yelped, feeling him trace a finger along your slit through your panties. he could feel just how wet you already are and that elicited a throaty growl from him.

“messy little girl,” he whispered as he pushed your panties aside, gathering some of your slick with the tip of his fingers before rubbing your throbbing clit, working in circles. you let out a nasty mewl, your hand flying to your mouth and clamp it shut—which didn’t help at all because once he found the perfect rhythm to work on your clit, rolls of whimper and moans escaped your lips.

“so vocal, aren’t you? don’t hold back, i want to hear it.” hesitantly, you removed your hand from your mouth, putting two of them on his shoulders instead. “leoooon…” you moaned when he pushed two thick digits past your slick folds, the heel of his palm bumping against your nub every time he pumped in and out. once you’re adjusted to his fingers, he began curling them and with how long his fingers are, the tip of them reached spots you normally couldn’t on your own.

“this the spot?” he asked teasingly, sliding his fingers in and out then curled them to press on your g-spots. he kept his ministrations, only picking up the pace but doing it at the same intensity.

you were mush at this point, the steering wheel being the only thing keeping you sitting up because if you weren’t leaning, you sure as hell would be falling back with the way he’s doing your body.

“your tight pussy is just as vocal as you. how cute.” you grunted at his words, feeling your walls clench around his fingers. he was right though. every time he thrusted those damn fingers in you, filthy squelching filled the car.

“i’m close, please…”

he looked up at you and smiled, his other hand tucking your hair behind your ear then leaned forward to kiss your lips briefly. “go on then, cum on my fingers, baby.” a couple more thrusts of his fingers and your hips began to rhythmically spasm, riding your orgasm while he continued to slowly stroke your spongy walls, your cum coating his fingers.

he pulled out, his tongue swirling around his cum-coated digits and licked them clean down to his knuckles. “delicious little thing, aren’t ya,” he said as he unbuckled his pants, his other hand grabbing your wrist to guide your hands and palm his fully erect cock.

your eyes widened and you exhaled, your fingers barely wrapping around his length. your thumb swiped on the precum gathering on his tip and he shakily sighed, throwing his head back on his seat’s headrest, watching you with half-lidded eyes.

you lazily stroked him. honestly, you didn’t have enough energy for this. you just want him inside you and all this teasing—it’s only making you impatient. “hmp,” his brow twitched slightly and glared at you, “brat. i know as hell this isn’t how you give handjobs.” he grabbed your wrist and pushed it up and down to stroke his throbbing cock harder. “what’s the matter? can’t wait ‘til my cock’s inside you?” he smirked and despite wanting to deny his accusation, you just whined instead and watched him use your hand as a fleshlight.

“shit, hold on, baby.” his hips were bucking up in rhythm with your hand, fucking your fist with urgency. with a throaty moan, his cock twitched before ropes of cum spilled on your hand and some on your stomach. you thought about how good it’d feel to have this hot and sticky thing stuffed in you.

he panted heavily but he was clearly still hard. he hasn’t had enough, for sure. he grabbed your hips, lifting them up so your pussy is hovering above his cock then you slowly sank down, your head tipping back as you felt just how much he’s stretching your tight walls—fuck, he’s so big.

his fat tip effortlessly hit your cervix just by being balls deep inside you. you groaned and impatiently squirmed on his lap. “wait up, you slut,” he grunted before firmly holding your hips to help you ride his dick. he rammed inside you relentlessly, repeatedly hitting all your spots with his curves and length. series of moans spilled from your swollen lips. your hands found your bouncing tits, playing with your nipples which heightened your stimulation.

“filthy girl,” he spat but watched you play with yourself while he used your tight cunt like an expensive cocksleeve. “shit shit shit…” you breathlessly whimpered, “not that spot, not that spot—“ liar, that’s what you are because he is thrusting in such a good spot but if he keeps hitting that… “jesus, did you just cum?” he furrowed his brows and stared at the creamy white coating the base of his dick. “oh, that’s good, fuck you’re so tight…” he seemed to be reprimanding you for cumming first but he couldn’t help and enjoy the way you’re just so fucking tight, clamping down around his thick length after your release.

he kept pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you, pumping his cock in you and stuffing your womb with his thick cum as if he’s planning on giving you his kids.

you don’t know how or when it happened, that you’re in your house, on your bed. both of you are fully naked now while he rammed into you like a hungry man, his hands pressing on the back of your thigh ‘til they’re levelled with your ears. “leon, oh god, i’m…!” your walls clenched around him again, pussy twitching and hips spasming though you’re tired from cumming over and over again around his cock. he just kept spilling his load into you.

“shit, baby, can’t get enough of this pussy.” he pulled out and watched his cum ooze out of your puffy lips. you caught a glimpse of the sunrise from outside your window and series of doorbells echoed in your home, followed by chris’ voice. fuck.

he called your name but leon just raised his brows at you before flipping your limp body, spanking your ass to lift them up properly. you whined and did as he wanted, presenting yourself to him while your face is pressed on a pillow, muffling your moans and cries as he fucked you roughly for the nth time since last night.

“shh, princess. we gotta pretend nobody’s home, don’t we?” he whispered from behind, leaning forward to press soothing kisses on your shoulder blade as filthy sounds of skin slapping skin and wet squelching while he rammed mindlessly his cock in you filled your bedroom. “wouldn’t want your friend to catch us like this after all.”

“mhm, shit…” he murmured as his hips picked up pace, swinging more sloppily and with more urgency before spilling another load of thick cum in you. jesus, is he ever gonna stop cumming at all?

“pretty girl, takin’ me so well. what’s another one more, yeah?”

[maccaronimassacre]

Going to a haunted house with them <3

Ada Wong

Can tell when something is about to happen moments before it does.

A slightly uneven floorboard? A prop is going to drop from the ceiling.

A small hole in the wall? A scare actor is going to jumpscare the two of you.

Would she tell you though? Absolutely not.

She finds your reactions too adorable and makes a mental note to take some pictures for later down the road.

Ada isn’t a screamer though. She’d either gasp very loudly or stiffen up like a tree.

She enjoyed it though and decides to search for more horror attractions around the area to go to with you.

Chris Redfield

You constantly had to remind him that nothing bad will happen and it’s all staged.

That doesn’t stop Chris from being over protective anyway by constantly shielding you whenever a prop would pop up to jumpscare you.

Even a sudden loud noise and Chris has his arms wrapped around you like a bear.

That is until he sees how shitty all the props and costumes are and he starts to roast them.

“Who made zombies green? Are you seeing this shit, babe? You know I used to punch through these like they were cardboard-”

He ends up rambling about how inaccurate the monsters are but overall has a good time.

Claire Redfield

Would be screaming with you most likely.

The type to spend most of it laughing out of fear but also enjoyment. Mostly fear though.

Claire would definitely hype you up if you got too freaked out and would drag you along the whole journey.

Or similarly to Chris she would be roasting the shit out of all the props in the house.

With Claire’s track record the two of you end up in a completely different part of the house that you definitely should not be in.

She tried to climb through the windows and gaps the scare actors are in.

Probably ends in the two of you getting kicked out but Claire manages to steal one of the props as a souvenir.

Ethan Winters

Considering this man looked at spider Maguerite and said “well that’s special” I feel like he wouldn’t be fazed at all.

Would also find your reactions amusing and occasionally tease you for it.

Tries to touch everything or figure out the mechanics of each room

He’d give the scare actors his iconic 500 yard stare whenever they would try to jumpscare him.

He would hold your hand through out the whole thing though.

But as soon as Ethan hears a chainsaw he is bolting and screaming like his life depends on it.

Also bugs.

And with bugs means lots of swearing.

Leon Kennedy

Would pretend to be unfazed for the most part but internally he is screaming.

He promises to protect you from the spooky ghosts and zombies.

He would tease you constantly whenever you got spooked but would immediately eat shit afterwards.

“Aww did that scare you? Honestly you wouldn't last a day at my-”

He’s immediately cut off by his own scream after someone grabs his shoulder.

Holds your hand to ‘make sure you don’t get lost by wandering off’ but really he needs you for support.

Leon really hates clowns though.

If he spots one its either getting roundhouse kicked or he’s turning around and never coming back.

[love-toxin]

but what if--what if Leon--if he--with Luis--what if--

(cws: fem!reader, switching pov (r to luis), threeway, double penetration (1h), squirting, overstimulation, mentions of free use, established friendship, dirty talk, pet names, mild size kink, passing mention of piss, friends to lovers)

Leon's such a goddamn tease it's unbelievable. Criminal. He walks around like he doesn't notice his own features, or how those slim hips and strong thighs command so much attention, yet he has the nerve to turn to you and call you "sweetheart" and push his hand down your skirt the moment you're alone.

But Luis is no better. You came from the same village, spent the same summer days playing in the heat as children, and he's pined for you ever since you were young. So because he knows you better than anyone else, he knows exactly the buttons to push and how to work you into giving him the affection he's always wanted from you.

"Look at you," He pants into your neck, grinning like a lovesick fool as he hovers over your back. "Riding our American friend like a professional. Showing him our hospitality, eh?"

You might have the strength to smack him if you weren't being stretched out twofold; with Leon buried deep in your guts with your back to his chest and Luis eager to join, prodding your sweet cunt from the front with the tip of his own cock. You've been so good for them since this all started--letting each of them have turns with you when they needed to blow off steam, always there for one of them to kiss, grope, and fuck with their fingers up your skirt as they hid from the hordes of enemies coming their way.

"Shut up Luis, I--nnh!"

The squeak that escapes you falls into the background of the deep, wet squelch that suddenly radiates from between your legs, your childhood friend having pressed your thighs further apart to push so hard he finally slips completely inside. A string of Spanish curses spill from his quick mouth while moans resonates from Leon's chest, vibrating against your back as his hips buck on instinct and you're rendered speechless as the breath is punched right out of your lungs. They're so deep, stretching you so wide, your brain can't even catch up and it feels like they're all the way in your stomach. For all you know, they might be.

"Shit, shit--too much? Talk to me, mi vida, tell me to stop," Luis' breathy tone isn't that of mockery or sadism but of genuine concern, his eyes flitting down to your precious hole swallowing two beasts at once. But his brow softens when you shake your head, tears flicking off your cheeks as you beg him to please don't stop, you don't want it to end, you don't want to be empty. His grin returns full force at that, and although Leon's been holding your legs back to keep them out of the way, he shoves the American's hands aside to slide his own up underneath your knees, pinning them almost completely to your chest to grant you a slight burn down your thighs.

"I can't wait to make you beg for more." He whispers, and when he moves this time, it's completely with purpose. Luis thrusts slow, just slow enough to make sure he drags it all out, but never stops short enough not to press against your womb--meanwhile Leon pumps into you with short, sharp bucks, the weight of his hips shaking you with each one and churning your insides into one creamy, sloppy mess. If you could see how much precum dribbles out the tip of that swollen, flushed cock in your current state, you'd probably be making a fool of yourself by licking it all up and sucking it off his sack--but instead it's going to use by lubing you up so much you swear you can hear each shift of your walls as the two of them reshape your pussy to fit them perfectly.

"L-Leon!" Your squeals draw the older man's attention, his eyes dropping from the way your tits bounce so adorably to see a hand blocking your clit--and when he watches the movements as he keeps humping you, a pleased sigh slips out as he realizes Leon's putting those devilishly skilled fingers to good use. A glance over your shoulder lets him commit that determined face to memory; with Leon fondling your chest in one hand while the other coaxes all that delicious wetness out of your sweet, hot-as-all-hell pussy. In the moment, he can't help but wonder just how intoxicating it would be to watch Leon be set loose with his mouth between your legs....that's a thought he'll have to tuck into his back pocket for later.

"You feel like a squirter," Your American hero pants with that rough voice in your ear, lewdly giving the shell of it a lick with little regard to how hard you're clenching down on both of them. He clearly isn't going to go easy until he gets what he wants out of you, which is thankfully the same thing Luis knows you want. You're just too cute and shy to say it confidently. "You wanna squirt for me, sweetheart? Let it all out. Make a mess."

"I-I wanna--d-don't wanna let it-"

"Shhh," He soothes those half-uttered worries in a heartbeat, his fingers coming down hard like a makeshift paddle on your sweet, sore clit, and ripping a deeper moan out of you that sounds almost guttural in the moment. "I wouldn't care if you pissed on me, but you're not. You're gonna squirt all over my cock like a good girl."

He punctuates those words with a two-pronged assault on your senses; in one handful he squeezes your breast and massages it in a tender rhythm, while he uses the other to press the pads of his fingers right into the hooded space above your clit, pressing down just hard enough for you feel an aching burn and jerk forward at the sudden spurt of fluid that leaks out of you. Your cheeks burn at once as he makes it happen a second time, and even Luis is enthusiastic about seeing that satisfied smirk cross Leon's face--especially when he does his own part, and slides out just enough to angle himself right into that special spot inside you, and plunges his cock into it with purpose to make you wail out both their names in earnest.

"Like that, there we go--oh, good fucking girl, that's my good girl--" You're barely even there as your orgasm rushes over you, hips wiggling like you want to get off their cocks but your cunt clamping down around them like you forbid them from ever pulling out. And everything that's been building up inside you breaks loose all at once, your nails digging into Leon's arm and Luis' hip as an incredible flood of sweet-smelling fluid just gushes out of you. One huge wave at first that takes them both by surprise, but then you're subjected to several smaller ones as Leon keeps furiously rubbing your clit, fingers completely drenched and slippery but only getting faster with every spurt of clear cum you reward them with.

Your juices soak him from the stomach down and mat down his impressive coat of hair, but sticky pubes are about the lowest tier on his list of concerns when your cunt is spasming around him like he can't even believe. Each iota of motion has you squirming and squeezing down on both cocks occupying your heat, and with every bump against your clit or that soft, rubbery spot inside you you're releasing yet another gush of clear slick to drench both of their laps.

"So good...fuck, you're an angel. Keep leaking for me, princess." Leon murmurs, tweaking your nipple with those rough fingers to drag your spacey attention back to him.

"I didn't know you could do that, mija." Luis chuckles breathlessly, the awe clear and glimmering in his dark eyes. And you say nothing, just look up at him with that pretty pink tongue hanging out of that sweet, soft mouth, and pull him in by the lapel for a kiss that just sweeps all other sensible thought from his mind.

It's unbelievable how much he wants you. How he's already cresting over the brink and cumming so deep in your belly, yet even then, even as his back arches into those shaky thrusts and his vision whites out for a second, he can't stop drilling his overstimulated cock deeper inside. Leon must be the same way if those pulses and frantic twitching as he grinds against him are any indication, and how he growls into a mouthful of your shoulder that he sinks his teeth into to muffle it. If it were with anybody else he'd be embarrassed about such a brief performance, but with you, it still doesn't end there.

If he knows himself, and he knows Leon, it probably won't end for a few hours at least. You've got time to kill, a relatively secure place, and over a thousand miles between you and anyone you know that might actually care about such an unconventional coupling. And while part of Luis still selfishly hopes Leon goes home alone when this is done so he can have you to himself, there's part of him that notices his heart fluttering whenever his American friend meets his gaze over your bruised shoulder--and when it happens, he kinda gets how you must feel when he's feeling you up like he is. He just hopes that's also how you feel about himself. Those kisses you can't get enough of seem to speak volumes, though, especially when you whimper their names so sweetly in between each one.

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➸ DAY FOUR: CAT AND MOUSE.

✧.* leon kennedy x reader

summary: Police offier Leon Kennedy had become obsessed with catching you finally, after so long of you slipping right out of his hands, only to end up fucking you against his car and letting you go so that you could continue this game of cat and mouse.

cw: fem reader, police officer! leon x criminal! reader, handcuffs, p in v, oral (m recieving), leon fucks you against his car, breeding kink, 'sweetheart', leon whimpers obvs, kinda public sex.

word count: 3.2k

likes, comments and reposts are deeply appreciated! <3 enjoy.

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It was dark, there was quite literally nobody around, so how had Leon managed to catch you? The only explanation would be if he was following you, waiting for you to make your move so that he could make his.

Truthfully, ever since the first moment your eyes had met his own, you did everything in your power so that you could bump into each other again.

Anytime he was around, you'd instinctively attempt to gain his attention. You would steal things you didn't need, break into places for no reason, start fights with little meaning - yet he had never managed to catch and arrest you. You were simply too quick and slippery for him to ever catch. You would always be gone before he’d managed to cross the street or run up to you to stop you.

You hadn’t a clue why you were so keen on gaining his attention. Perhaps, you thought, it had something to do with the aching sensation between your legs whenever your eyes would connect.

Nevertheless, today, you had an actual job to do and being caught would cause major devastations for you and could potentially ruin your life. You were actually trying not to be seen or caught as you were trying to steal files from somebody that had dirt on you and was attempting to blackmail you. But of course, who else would be around in a completely isolated area other than Leon Kennedy?

The one time you hadn’t wanted him around. 

He escorted you to his car, claiming that you were under arrest for an attempted robbery.

“I have no clue what you’re on about, Officer Kennedy. Really, I was just on a walk.” You knew it was helpless to act innocent, yet you really wanted to wind him up a bit for pissing you off and arresting you, therefore putting on a seductive tone when using his name.

He had your hands behind your back, tightly handcuffed together, as he pushed you forward a bit, aiming to get you to his car faster. Leon was reluctant to admit that, despite his initial satisfaction at the idea of finally putting you behind bars, he was disappointed he wouldn’t get to continue this game of cat and mouse. He tried shaking those thoughts away, yet they continued to lurk at the back of his mind despite his attempts.

“Oh yeah? So, how come I caught you smashing a window and reaching in to open the door, hm?”

“Forgot my keys, Officer.”

Leon barked out a short, cold laugh. He knew you weren’t trying to make excuses, and that pissed him off even more than just the sight of your face, simply because he knew you weren’t taking this seriously, yet he wanted you to understand that he had won this time, and you weren’t getting away. 

He had dealt with and faced much harsher criminals. Some of the crimes he had witnessed had left him with little hope for humanity. Yet, there was something about the way that you would just look at him that made him want to punch a hole in the wall and at the same time, fuck you where you stood.

“Oh don’t worry, sweetheart, I believe you.” His voice dripped with sarcasm, and all you could think to do was look back at him with a seductive smile and mischievous eyes as you bit your lip and then turned back. He really couldn’t stand you. Even more so, he couldn’t stand the way you made him feel.

You were fully aware that you had been caught, therefore, you had nothing better to do than to simply piss Leon off. If you had known that annoying him was all it took for him to push you up against the side of his car door, you would’ve tried a lot harder and would’ve gotten yourself caught long ago.

You were a few paces from the car, before you turned around to face him, his hands still gripped firmly onto your arm so it took a bit of effort and hurt slightly. “You know Leon, I could feel your eyes on my ass the entire time we were walking. You don’t have to tie my hands around my back if you want me to-”

A loud slam could have been heard from miles away, although all you could do was smirk and roll your tongue across the edge of your teeth in a seductive manner. Staring at him with half lidded eyes, you tilted your head at him as if to say ‘was that all it took?’.

“You really enjoy pissing me the fuck off, don’t you?”

One of his hands gripped your arm tightly, whilst the other moved up to hold your chin, forcing you to look at him. 

“It’s all fun and games, Officer Kennedy, no need to be so serious about it.” You fake pouted up at him with playful eyes, batting your eyelashes softly.

“Do you not see what you’re doing to me, huh? C’mon, sweetheart, you’re not stupid. We both know that.”

His hand on your chin loosened, dropping down to caress your jaw before he trailed it down your body with the lightest of touches. You raised your head slightly, bringing it closer to his own before whispering delicately in his ear. “And what is it that I’m doing to you, Officer Kennedy?”

Leon could feel his dick twitching in his pants, begging for release. “Stop calling me that.”

Looking up at him with deceitfully confused eyes, you replied. “Calling you what, your name?”

He was right, you weren’t stupid. You knew exactly what you were doing and exactly which buttons to press.

“C’mon Officer, it’s just me and you out here. Put me in my place, show me who’s in charge. We both know how much you want that. It’s driving you insane how I haven’t shown any signs of defeat yet, isn’t it?” 

You were reading him so fluently and effortlessly - it scared him slightly. How were you so capable of seeing right through him? After a few passing moments, he could no longer find it within himself to care. 

All he could focus on was the feeling of your breath fanning his cheek, the idea your hands were behind your back and the fact that you had asked him to put you in your place. Who was he to say no to such a compelling offer?

Flipping your positions, Leon now leaned against the car door as he shoved you to your knees. You licked your lips eagerly, as though you had been waiting for this very moment -  the moment in which Leon finally gave into his temptations.

As he removed his belt and undid the zipper, his eyes remained emotionless on yours. If anything, he looked slightly annoyed. 

He removed his dick from the confines of his pants, sighing deeply out of relief. His dick had been aching ever since he had first started following you. Just knowing that you were around got his dick hard.

Tapping his dick lightly against your cheek, he signals for you to start. You struggle a bit, without your hands, especially due to his length. You weren’t positive you’d be able to take all of him in your mouth, but fuck were you gonna die trying.

Your tongue trailed slowly up the length of his dick, before playfully teasing around his tip. Leon wanted nothing more than to fuck that smug look right off your face. For now, however, he just rested his hand on the top of your head as he watched you work his dick.

Shuffling closer to him on your knees, you started to take him inside of your mouth. You moved your tongue around him in a way that had him holding back moans, his grip on your head tightening as a result of him attempting to restrain himself.

Your eyes began to tear up the more of  his dick you took into your mouth. Though, you continued to move your tongue around him skillfully nevertheless.

He couldn’t stop the pathetic whine that slipped from his lips at the feeling of your lips around his cock. You were taking him all so well and without any complaints.

Leon threw his head back, his thumb caressing your head as you bobbed it up and down, a trail of saliva dripping down your chin yet you couldn’t have cared less in that moment because all you could think about was pleasuring him. And even he couldn’t deny that you were doing such a great job at it - even if he loathed you ever so slightly for how you managed to plague his every thought and how you so effortlessly took over his life and made him into a pathetic mess.

Once he had moaned once, he couldn’t stop the string of whimpers and gasps that betrayed him and escaped his lips. He simply had no control left over his body, as though he belonged to you completely. Both of you knew that it was only you that would be able to elicit such a reaction from Leon.

The entire time you had your lips wrapped around his cock, your eyes never left his once. Every time your eye contact would break, it was the result of him closing his eyes tightly as he muttered out curse words. Though, in the end, he was cursing himself out for looking away in the first place. He could’ve had the image of you looking up at him with big, teary eyes whilst his dick was halfway down his throat printed in the front of his mind for the rest of his days.

It was this image that sent him to pull you off his dick before he could come. You looked up at him inquisitively, wondering why he had stopped. Yet, all Leon could think about was stuffing you full completely. 

Lifting you up, he tugged you forward so that you stumbled into him, his lips grazing over your ear. “If I'm gonna cum, sweetheart, it’s gonna be in this pussy.”

And even if you so badly wanted him to cum in your mouth, the idea of him finishing inside of you had you feeling hot as you clenched your legs together in a desperate attempt for friction.

Pulling away to look at your face, Leon swiped his thumb across your chin in a sweet attempt to clean you up. 

You had no idea where that kindness from just moments ago had disappeared to before he slammed you up against the vehicle once again.

For the second time that night, Leon had you pressed against his car. This time, he seemed far more impatient. He pulled down the fabric of your shirt, so that your bra would be revealed, until he was pulling that down too.

Moving your hair to the side, he started to kiss down your neck before he began leaving marks on your skin - claiming you as his own. He sucked a plethora of bruises into the skin of your neck before pulling away to view his work with satisfaction plastered all over his features. 

Then, Leon dragged you over to the hood of his car as you stumbled and whined about how rough he was being, to which he simply ignored you and disregarded you with a roll of his eyes.

He bent you over the hood and pulled down your pants, revealing the thin, lacy material of your underwear that hardly covered the curve of your ass. Leon was mesmerised at the sight of you bending over his car, supported by your elbows holding you up, as you looked back at him, waited patiently for him to finally fuck you.

Leon ran his hands over every part of you he couldn’t touch and every part that wasn’t blocked by the annoyance of your clothing - he made a mental note to take you home next time so he could see all of you. However, he wasn’t gonna deny that the sight of your tits spilling out of your overly tight shirt and pressed against his car was one he was going to remember for the rest of his life.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect. You been waiting for me to fuck you, hm? Is that why you’ve had me chasing you around all this time? Tryna get yourself caught so that I can punish you like you deserve?”

“Depends, Officer. You actually gonna fuck me, or are you just gonna keep running your mouth?”

He shook his head, a smile of humour mixed with slight frustration and disbelief at your words played on his lips. “Running my mouth, huh? Then what is it exactly that you're doing, sweetheart? Always talking shit. Was hoping my dick down your throat would’ve shut you up.”

You bit your lip and raised an eyebrow at him. “You’ll have to try  a lot harder to shut me up, Officer.” Leon simply rolled his eyes behind your back and continued to travel his hands across your body, exploring every inch and committing what he could to memory.

A singular finger teasingly pushed aside your panties as he ran it through your folds before bringing it to his lips and groaning lowly at the taste of you. He almost decided to eat you out before fucking you properly, yet he couldn’t ignore his dick that rested hard against your leg, aching for relief. 

He pulled down your panties and you wiggled your hips in anticipation and desperation. The throbbing feeling between your legs clouded your entire mind, leaving you with little respect for yourself as you muttered out quiet pleads for him to fuck you.

All it took was for you to look up at him with those wide eyes for him to give in and finally take his dick in his hand and position it in front of your hole.

“Want me to fuck you sweetheart? C’mon, you’ve been a brat all night. You can ask nicely just this once, can’t you?”

You rolled your hips back in an attempt for him to put it in, yet after so long of studying your every move, Leon knew you far too well and immediately pulled back before you could even make contact. The only place your actions got you, was Leon smacking your ass harshly causing you to gasp at the contact.

“Shit! ‘M sorry, Leon- Please fuck me, I need it so much. I’m sorry for being bad. I just need your dick inside me, please! Needed it for so long.” You managed to spew out and although your eyes were red and teary from the hard slap against your ass, there was no denying the dripping of your pussy that was starting to run down your legs from just that one smack.

If the situation had been different, if you were anywhere but outside, fucking against his car - a police car, nevertheless, he would have teased you and punished you harshly for your misbehaviour (though he was positive if the circumstances were different, you’d have taken control a while ago). However, considering that wasn’t the case, and that in reality he didn’t think he had the kind of self restraint to punish you at this moment, he decided to forgive you and slowly began shoving his length deep inside of your dripping pussy.

Throwing his head back, he had one hand on the curve of your ass and the other gripping the back of your neck gently. You whined at the feeling of his dick sinking deep inside of you.

Leon began to start thrusting in and out of you at a slow pace yet with brutal force.

His mind was reeling at the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing him so generously, and he could no longer hold himself back for either your sake or his own. His thrusts increased in pace and force progressively before you were sobbing and screaming on his dick, no longer able to hold yourself up with your arms as you went limp against the car hood, grabbing at the car uselessly for any fraction of control or stability.

Leon's hair fell in front of his face as he concentrated on how his dick was moving in and out of you. He was practically infatuated with the sight, his eyes wide and unwilling to blink and miss out of any of it. 

Reaching over, he forced you to stand up as he helped you keep your balance with one hand on your stomach and the other on your neck - his hold was light yet nevertheless it made your mind spin with pleasure.

Both of your moans got lost into the night sky. You were much louder than Leon, your moans breathless, fragmented and deafening yet you had no room within you left to care when he was fucking you so nicely. Leon was quieter, yet not silent. He cursed and whimpered out hushed moans into your ear, keeping his noises between the two of you like a secret.

“F-fuck. You’re fucking amazing, sweetheart. Sucking me in so perfectly - ahhh! Can’t get enough off you.” He whined in your ear.

The hand on your stomach snaked down to your pussy whilst Leon buried his head in your neck. His fingers began to play with your clit in a teasing and slow manner. The closer he got to his own orgasm, the more his fingers sped up. 

You were losing your mind to the pleasure. His hand on your throat began to squeeze nicely as his dick hit your g-spot repetitively and ruthlessly.

“Gonna cum, Leon! Please, please! Finish with me.”

“Want me to cum in you? Please let me. Please let me cum in you sweetheart, need to make you mine so bad. Gonna knock you up and show everyone who you belong to. Please-”

As if on cue, your pussy tightened around Leon's cock as you cried out in pleasure, your vision going white as the knot snapped inside of you in a way it never had before. 

Your orgasm sent Leon following you over the edge as he shot his load deep inside of your pussy, filling you up completely. His head buried itself even further into your neck as you threw your own back due to the immense pleasure that was overtaking you.

You could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he recovered from his orgasm, both of you breathing in sync.

“Didn’t think you’d actually finish inside of me, Leon.” You joked, he could hear the smirk that your words had come from. All he could do was laugh exhaustively and mutter out half-apologies into your neck as he kissed it softly.

Even afterwards, as you were coming down from your high, Leon hadn’t taken his dick out of you.

“Gotta make sure it sticks somehow, ain’t that right?”

Once you and Leon had put your clothes back on properly and fixed the state you were in, Leon brought his lips to your ear, already regretting his future actions and his own betrayal to both his own morals and his work. 

He gripped your hips as your arms wrapped around his shoulders. “You gonna go back to teasing the hell out of me and making me chase you around after this? Or are you gonna let me catch you next time so we can do this again, hm?”

You pulled away in confusion, which only ended up confusing him as well.. “You’re letting me go?”

“I’m not gonna put a girl I’ve just fucked in jail, am I?”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

a/n: i lowkey hate this so i may edit it in the future but also its so late as im writing this and im only 4/13 fanfics down and october starts in two days LMAO

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟsgojoenthusiast

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Radar Love

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A Little Savory tier commission for Immy<3

Word count: 1995

Thank you so much for the request! 💜

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, kissing, teasing, flirting, cockwarming, nipple play, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, math homework 🤭

proofread! But apologies for any mistakes | may have missed 🫣

Title from Radar Love by Golden Earring

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You didn’t think twice when Leon offered to help tutor you for the math test you were struggling to pass. And at the start, he was super helpful. Then, once you started doing much better at solving the problems on the practice sheet, he got a little more lenient, a little more intimate in his tutoring. 

“C’mon, little sis,” he grins at you, patting his knee, “sit on my lap and show me the problems you have left to work on.”

Biting your lip, you fidget with your skirt before finally moving to sit down on his lap with your back to his chest as you both face your scratch paper filled with equations. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs in your ear, chuckling when you shiver, “oh baby sis, you’re so cute.”

“Shut up,” you grouch, ignoring the arousal pooling in your belly at your close proximity to Leon. 

“Ooh, someone’s got an attitude,” he pokes your side with one hand while his other fiddles with the hem of your skirt, “don’t be so mean, I’m just trying to help my sweet little sister.”

“Uh huh, sure,” you snark, grinding down on his bulge, feeling his chubbed cock twitch against your ass. 

Hissing, he grabs your hip and slowly rocks up against you. 

“Such a tease,” he grunts, the hand by your skirt hem slipping underneath to tease across the gusset of your panties. 

His fingers quickly feel out your pussy to rub up and down your slit. 

“Mmm fuck, love this fat little pussy, princess,” he kisses the side of your neck, “gonna let me slide my cock in your tight, wet hole?”

Clenching the pencil in your hand, you grind back against his bulge, spreading your legs for him to tease your cunt through your damp panties even easier. 

“I’ll think about it,” you sass and he groans, fingers finding your clit and softly rubbing circles around it. 

 “C’mon, baby, just sit on my cock, don’t even have to bounce on it, just wanna feel that snug little pussy around my dick.”

You squirm as more slick fills your panties, “I don’t know.. I really need to study, big brother. I’m trying to pass this class.”

“Fuck,” he rocks against you a little quicker, “just cockwarm me while you study, princess. Promise I’ll be on my best behavior. Really wanna feel you.”

You hum, pretending to think about it although internally you’re pleased as punch that he’s begging you. 

You sigh good naturedly, “Is that really such a good idea? You’ve been pretty distracting.”

His fingers massage across your clit making your thighs jump as you bite your lip, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure bubbles up through your veins. 

“Pinky promise I’ll be good,” he kisses your neck again, “pretty please, little sis? With sugar on top?”

You giggle at that, “Okay, Leon. But if you really distract me, I’m kicking you out.”

“Thank you,” he enthuses in your ear, fingers quickly moving your soaked panties down and off your legs. 

Shifting your skirt, he pulls his sweats down to his knees, weeping cock now jutting up from between your thighs to rub against your slick pussy lips. He hooks his chin over your shoulder to look down at your lap. 

He lazily thrusts against your cunt, “Can I do this for a sec, princess? Looks so fucking hot.”

You nod, eyes glued to the fat tip of his cock as precum beads at the slit to dribble down his shaft. 

“Look at that chubby little pussy,” he groans, “fuck, ‘m the luckiest big brother, huh?”

“Uh huh,” you clench your thighs making him buck up a little harder, “so lucky I spoil you.”

“Yeah you do,” he readily agrees, cock rubbing against your cunt until you squirm against his lap. 

“Putting it in now, princess,” he murmurs softly, pushing the fat tip past your clenching hole until he’s buried all the way to the hilt in your wet heat. 

“Oh fuck, that’s it,” he hisses, teeth biting into your clothed shoulder, “so fucking wet and tight, y’got the perfect pussy, baby sis.”

Your cunt spasms and clenches down on his dick at his words. 

“Go on, work on your problems and I’ll let you know if it’s wrong,” he chuckles, big hands moving to your hips to grip them tightly. 

Tamping down the moan you feel wanting to break free, you try extra hard to concentrate on the paper in front of you and not your step brother's fat cock deliciously stretching you open. 

Leon nuzzles into your neck, brushing some of your hair away so he can kiss and suck the skin in front of him. 

“Leon,” you grit out, pussy fluttering around his cock as it throbs inside your slick walls, “behave.”

“I am,” he coos sweetly, “didn’t think something this small would get to you, princess.”

He nips at your neck and you whimper. 

“I mean it.”

“Okay, okay,” he relents, settling back in the chair, “since you can’t handle it, I’ll just enjoy myself with—“

“I can handle it,” you huff out, “I can handle whatever you dish out.”

“Suure, princess,” he mocks, “you don’t have to pretend with me.”

“Go ahead, big brother,” you grind down on his lap making him hiss, cock kicking inside your soaked cunt, “I can study just fine.”

“Yeah?” he hums before chuckling and kissing your neck, “let’s see if you can.”

Nothing happens at first. Leon runs his hands up and down your sides, groping your hips before moving down to squeeze your thighs. It lulls you into a false sense of security and you easily go back to working on your practice test. 

A gasp parts your lips when Leon’s hands sneak under your shirt to cup your breasts. Glaring at your paper, you ignore him although the slow drag of his fingers up to the stiff peaks of your chest makes your thighs tremble. 

Cupping your breasts in his hands, he circles your hardening nipples with his thumbs, brushing back and forth and sending little electric currents of arousal straight to your clit. 

“I don’t see you writing anymore,” he teases in your ear.

“I’m stuck on this problem,” you lie to cover up the fact Leon is making your cunt throb from playing with your nipples.

“Ohh,” he laughs, tugging on your hard buds gently before squeezing your tits, “let big brother take a look then.”

He leans over your shoulder and studies the paper on your desk. Humming, he keeps circling your sensitive nipples as he reads over the problem. 

“Big brother,” you whine, hips swiveling down to feel his cock rut inside your pussy.

He grunts and pinches your nipples between his thumb and the knuckle of his forefinger before soothing the hard buds by dragging his fingers across them. 

“It looks like you didn’t apply the correct formula, princess,” he breathes hotly next to your cheek, “try the quadratic equation.”

Body feeling like a live wire, you nod and go back to your schoolwork. 

“It looks like you’re pretty much finished though,” he kisses your jaw, “wanna move this to the bed?”

He tugs on your puffy nipples until you squeal and bounce on his lap. 

“I need to finish this, big brother,” you whimper as he keeps groping and teasing your breasts. 

“C‘mon, we can work on it later,” he tempts you, “let me rail your wet cunt until I fill you to the brim, little sis.”

It sends a hot thrill down your spine to hear Leon say that instead of just doing whatever he wants with you; it gives you a boost of confidence. 

“One more problem,” you compromise, “if you’re a good boy and don’t do anything else to distract me, I’ll let you take me to bed.”

“So bossy,” you can hear the smile in his voice, “deal, princess. I’ll be a good boy for you.”

That last part’s whispered in your ear and it makes you pull your shoulders up to your ears with a giggle even as more arousal pools in your belly. True to his word, Leon slips his hands away and holds onto your hips as he watches you work on your last math problem.

As soon as you set your pencil down, Leon is picking you up off of his lap, cock pulling out with a wet schlick that has you both moaning. He moves over to your bed, manhandling you back into his lap but this time facing each other. 

“Do good boys get to fuck that juicy cunt, princess?” He smirks at you, flipping your skirt up so he can rub his slick coated cock against your pussy. 

“Yes, big brother,” you lay your hands against his chest as you angle your hips and sink down on his cock with a whine, “good boys get my cute princess pussy.”

“Fucking hell,” he moans excitedly, “need it, princess. Sit on my fucking dick and ride me.”

Whining, you feel him bottom out as your ass meets his thighs.

“Pussy needed me to stuff her full, huh? Need big brother to wreck your perfect fucking pussy,” he rabbits his hips up into your squelching cunt, “tell me, princess.”

Your nails sink into his shirt, digging into the skin underneath, “Yes, yes, m’pussy needs big brother’s fat cock stretching her open.”

Leon kisses across your throat, sucking marks into the sensitive skin and making you squirm and buck your hips. With a snarl, he grabs onto your ass and bounces you faster on his cock. 

“That’s right,” he chuckles at your fucked out expression, “my sweet baby sis just needs her big brother to take care of her.”

He kisses you roughly, tongue and lips devouring your own as spit leaks down your chin. Mewling, you roll your hips down, grinding your clit against his pelvis and making you cry out into his messy kisses. Leon snaps his hips up, burying his cock deep in your throbbing cunt. 

“Wanna feel you milk my cock, princess,” he rumbles from low in his chest, “gonna give this hot pussy a nice creampie.” 

“Big brother,” you whimper, hands pawing at his chest as you rock your hips into his rough thrusts, the sound of skin slapping loud in the room. 

“That’s it, work my cock with that slutty princess cunt,” he hisses, one hand coming down to spank your ass. 

Squealing, you clench around him as he keeps slapping his hand down on your ass cheek.  

“Gonna make me cum, big brother,” you whine out, bouncing hard and fast in his lap, “gonna milk your cock so good.”

“Fuck me,” he groans, swapping to slap the other cheek, “such a tight cunt, princess. This little pussy’s just begging for a hot load, right?”

He angles his hips until his fat cock grinds against your g-spot on every thrust, tightening the band of arousal pooled in your belly.  

Reaching down between you, his fingers rub soft, quick circles on your clit. 

“Cum,” you mewl, “g’nna cum, big brother, Leon—“

A high pitched wail leaves your mouth, pussy clamping down on Leon’s dick— walls fluttering and milking him like crazy. 

“So good,” Leon fucks his cock up into your clenching hole, “milking me so fucking good, princess. Gonna stuff this fat pussy like she deserves.”

He curses under his breath and buries his cock into your soaked hole. Groaning loudly, his cock spurts rope after rope of thick, sticky cum inside your wet heat. Rutting his cock softly inside your cunt, he shoots off again and again, painting your pussy walls white with his load.

Once his dick softens, he pulls out of you with a sigh and you slump forward onto his chest. His sticky spend drips down your thighs onto his softening cock. 

“Mmm, wanna nap and pick it back up again?” He murmurs, petting down your back. 

“Sure, after we clean up though.”

He laughs, “You got it, princess.”

[linskywords]

Hockey RPF Recs from 2023

I realized recently that I haven't done a great job keeping up with hockey fic beyond the authors I was already subscribed to, so I did some reading in the tag for the past year (and of course fell in a hole and neglected other parts of my life, you know the drill). Mattdrai is even bigger than I thought?? (She said, having been living under a rock.) Also, wow, *amazing* writers out there I had no idea about! Here are my favorites of the stories I've read so far:

so is the longing by dogjuice (mattdrai): This one might win as my favorite fic of the year. You know how sometimes you read something that's not quite as well written as you want it to be but it's doing the thing you want so you read it anyway? This is NOT that fic. It hits such good juicy trope buttons and also is clever and hilariously written. Top marks.

i'll tell you when to stop by dogjuice (mcmattdrai): Sadly this is the only other fic dogjuice has posted, but it is also excellent. The premise could be ridiculous in someone else's hands but rings so true. I was on tenterhooks for it all to work out.

In From the Cold by makeit_takeit (TK/Patty): FERAL. OVER. THIS. All three stories in this (loosely related) series are impeccable, but this one gave me the most feels. I am weak for a repressed closeted character gradually discovering happiness, and the depth of characterization is breathtaking.

Baby, I'm a Wildcard by wearemany (mattdrai): The writing!! This fic is mostly developing/established relationship, which is not usually my fave, but somehow I loved the entire thing?? Just really compelling character-focused writing that had me completely absorbed without needing to rely on angst or drama (much as I love those in other stories).

Edmonton 10 by Helenish (mattdrai): Helenish is incomparable. I cannot express how happy I am that they've (she's?) gotten into hockey lately. Read everything; I don't even know if this is the best one because I *am* subscribed to them so I read the stories as they came out and didn't rank them or anything, but this one is excellent and also you can't go wrong.

this must be the place by rafting (Jamie/Trevor): Love me some sexuality exploration. The USNTDP ensemble was so vividly and delightfully present in this one. Also, Trevor is so dumb. How can you not love it.

let me look at you by isozyme (mattdrai, mcmattdrai): This one is emotionally ROUGH but so well done. Heed the warnings, but there's plenty of emotional satisfaction as well. I read it several weeks ago and it's still living in my head.

roughed up in the afterglow by notthequiettype (mattdrai): This one is pretty short but gets a lot done in not too many words. Really excellent character interactions and dialogue.

linger by bropunzeling (mattdrai): Top-notch A/B/O content. Sometimes you just want Matthew to have heat sex with Leon and pretend not to have feelings until he can't anymore.

in the honey by donderwalk (Jamie/Trevor): Okay it's been a while since I read this one but I remember it as the highlight of my Jamie/Trevor tag search at the time, so I'm gonna say it's probably great. 😄

Serenity in Those Deep Waters by angry_geno_is_score (larsdunn): This mashes the D/s buttons sooooo good. Has it inspired me to write more D/s? Oh yes. Check it out; You Will Have Feels.

how lovely are thy branches by quadratics (mattdrai, Brady/Tim): Hilarious premise, charming execution. This isn't even about characters getting together and yet I loved it.

Hourglass Theory by puckedup (mattdrai): So short, and totally managed to punch me in the chest (in the best way).

[victheclown]

Stationary Locked Leon n Robin post being freed from the cages They are so Tragic ough

[mackjlee9]

Heyy!! I love your writing and was wondering if I could request a Resident evil 4, Leon S. Kenned x male reader. Reader and Leon always had that little competition between them, always trying to be better than the other which lead to them not liking each other. They got sent to various missions together but always ended up fighting with each other on how to do things instead of focusing on the mission. It just didn’t work between them. Additionally, Reader is sarcastic and acts a bit like an a-hole sometimes, flirts with Leon in a joking way and Leon just can't stand that.

After Leon was sent to save Ashley Reader is sent to back up Leon (and Leon didn’t know that so he is kinda mad that they thought it would be a good idea to choose reader for it) on his mission and after a long and annoying search, he ends up finding Leon in the village. At first, he thought Leon was some sort of villager and attacks him. He pins him to the ground but then realized who he is and reluctantly apologizes which just makes the situation worse between them.

When they find Ashley and then lose her later Leon gets injured badly because he just rushed in without thinking to save Ashley. But he couldn’t and they ended up fighting when the coast cleared. In reality, reader isn’t mad about the fact that they lost Ashley again. He is mad that Leon got hurt in the process and Leon noticed that reader was worried about him. That could lead to an angry make-out session. Enemies to lovers typa thing

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader [Angst&Fluff]

Masterlist.

Resident Evil 4

(M/n) is not exactly sure why or how it happened. Maybe it was the fact he was someone that had also been in the wrong place at the wrong time like Leon, but Racoon City wasn't easy for either of them, but Leon didn't like how (M/n) just kept doing whatever he wanted without taking the necessary precautions.

Later, thanks to Marvin, Leon had learned that (M/n) had been brought in for interrogation regarding the beating and murder of a wanted criminal, but the outbreak happened and (M/n) had managed to fend for himself, helping out a few officers, shooting those that had turned without hesitation, which had made others dislike him greatly, even if they saw a glimpse of hope with him around, and then Leon arrived.

He and (M/n) just got off on the wrong foot, and it just sort of stuck with them through the years.

However, while their rivalry was an obstacle in itself, they had proven to others that they could work best when together, so with them working for STRATCOM was already annoying for them, and being paired to go on missions together was even worse.

Especially when (M/n) would respond sarcastically to a comment or observation he made, not caring about anyone's safety except his, but (M/n) knew full well that Leon could handle himself just fine, which led Leon to think he was a major asshole that doesn't give a shit about others.

And then, there were the flirty comments that Leon just couldn't stand listening, making his blood pressure rise, definitely needing something to punch to be able to cool down. That's how (M/n) would know he actually pissed Leon off, he enjoyed watching the blond beating the shit out of everything that got in his way, but of course, Leon would very much rather punch (M/n) instead, but this would do... For a while at least.

Seeing the usually stoic and immovable Leon Kennedy so mad at him obviously worked to bring a victorious grin to his face, following far enough to not be on the receiving end of Leon's anger, after all, that guy knew how to kick.

//////

The first time they weren't sent on a mission together, it felt odd. On one side, Leon was finally at peace and didn't have anyone getting on his last nerve, but that also meant he had alone time with himself, leading to him remembering gruesome memories of the past, unable to snap out of them by himself. He would never admit it out loud, but he kind of missed (M/n)'s presence- but only because he served as a distraction from his own mind.

On the other side, (M/n) was bored out of his mind. If they weren't on a mission he would bother Leon in the office all day long, usually ending up in them fighting for real, but masking it as a "training session", but now? There was no one to entertain him and that bothered him more than he'll like to admit.

But while he was in the shooting range with a sniper rifle, he saw the shadow of someone approaching him out of the corner of his eye, so he sighed as he reloaded the rifle again, and looked at them.

"Your support is needed, Agent," standing up, he set everything he used in its place and silently followed her down the hall and into an office.

His tactical equipment and radio were handed to him while he was being briefed about the current situation.

'Condor One' has been M.I.A for over four hours, and was gonna be one to bring his support and find him, be Leon's back-up. Already in the helicopter, (M/n) was given a summary of what had happened, attentively listening to everything Hunnigan told him through his communicator, sending him images of the digital map they had of Leon's route and path, explaining how his last ping happened in the middle of a lake and how it disappeared after an hour.

"Copy that, Rooster, I'll keep you informed once I arrive, Condor Two, out."

//////

"This is as close as we can get for now, Condor Two!" The pilot screamed at (M/n) once he had taken his headset off and was attaching the rope to his harness. He looked at the pilot and nodded once, it was understandable that they couldn't approach the village more, after all, Hunnigan had told him about the two police officers that had driven Leon over to the outskirts of the city, one of them was killed with an axe while the other was burnt alive... He sighed thinking about the poor men, but there was nothing he could do about them now anyway.

"I'm going down!" He walked closer to the door and opened it, signaling the pilot to get them closer to the ground, as much as they could with all the trees around the place.

Making sure the rope was secure to his harness and to the chopper, he threw off the remaining black rope and slid down as quickly as he could, unattached himself and giving an 'okay' sign for the co-pilot to pick up the rope while they flew away.

(M/n) watched the chopper leave for a few seconds, before glancing around him. He was standing by a cliff, a rather dense woods awaiting behind him, taking a deep breath, he walked closer to the trees, deciding to hold his combat knife rather than his pistol, it would help him stay hidden and be more stealthy.

After doing some more walking, he found the trails left behind by a car, marks in the mud rather erratic, surrounded by various pairs of footsteps. He checked his device and kept walking the way Leon had walked through hours ago, and soon enough, he spotted a cabin.

Walking through the open door, (M/n) saw the corpse of a villager around the corner, his head out of place due to his broken neck, the deep indent of a knife was all he needed to see to know Leon had been there. He walked out again and continued moving forward, staying hidden in the shadows and behind the trees, taking advantage of the lack of light as the sun was setting behind the woods, slowly disappearing and leaving way for the moonlight to shine.

At least, he would be harder to spot by the Ganados for now.

(M/n) walked through the village, going past the same windmill Hunnigan told him about, and he could see the lake from afar, but it was too dark for him to see anything, even so, he didn't really see any sign of Leon around.

With every passing minute, (M/n) started thinking that Leon might have been hiding, probably badly injured and needed to rest, not being M.I.A for so long just didn't sound like something Leon would do, even if he was having his last breath. So maybe he missed some spots on his attempt at finding the blond as quickly as he could, so he decided to backtrack for a bit, after all, he had seen the church a while back, which Hunnigan had said was where 'Baby Eagle' was being kept.

Maybe Leon was heading that way...

The sound of his radio caught his attention, and he responded.

"Condor Two, I have been able to contact Condor One, I'll send you his coordinates right away," (M/n) hummed and took his device out, hearing the faint ding and watching a message pop up, "Condor One has been briefed about you being there as back up, Condor Two, meet up and stay safe."

"Copy that, Rooster."

Jogging back the way he came, (M/n) found himself in the village quicker than he anticipated, he knew Leon had to be heading toward the church so he knew where to go. Sort of, anyway.

But something happened.

He heard it first rather than seeing it. Someone grunting in pain, coughing, and wheezing as they struggled to fill their lungs with oxygen. (M/n) pressed his back to the nearest wall, and peeked his head around the corner.

Thankfully, the person had their back turned, so that gave (M/n) some leeway to get closer, the dim light surrounding them worked to hide him even more, although it made seeing the villager harder, he could make out their silhouette, It was a man by the looks of it. His coughing masked the slight crunch of (M/n)'s boots on the dirt.

Keeping a tight grip on the handle of his combat knife, (M/n) observed how the villager began standing up, his body slowly turning around to face him, red eyes seemingly glowing in the dark engulfing them. Without a second thought, (M/n) jumped the man to get rid of him and keep going on his way to find Leon, but this villager was putting up a real fight.

Having him pinned under his body, (M/n) used his upper body strength to press down on the villager's arms, pushing against him and preventing him from cutting his skin open, his (e/c) eyes never looking away from those red eyes of his.

However, the villager had moved his head away just in time before his knife could pierce through his skull, and while he pulled the blade off the dirt, the man under him started using his strength to push him off. With his knife now knocked away from his hands, (M/n) only had his fists to finish the villager, but he was still putting up a tough fight.

But with one punch to his chest, the flashlight attached to his shoulder and chest strap flew away a couple of feet, rolling for a moment. Apparently, the hit had turned it on and now they were able to clearly see each other's faces.

"(M/n)?" He asks out of breath, the red eyes now gone, now back to his blue eyes.

Was I... Seeing things just now?

"Uh, sorry... Didn't know..." (M/n)'s words died out as he moved back and began standing up, reaching his hand out to help Leon stand up too. The blond frowns at the action, but silently takes (M/n)'s hand, and dusts himself off as a way to avoid the awkward and tense silence, "Let's..."

He stops for a moment, walking to where his knife landed and holstering it back to his strap. Leon does the same, leaning down to pick up (M/n)'s flashlight, turning it off, and handing it back to him, who silently grabs it and attaches back to its place.

"Let's just keep going-," before they could take a step in the direction that would take them forward on the mission, the light of the fire on torches starts surrounding them from every direction, and quickly realizing they're outnumbered, they run to the cabin behind them and stay hidden inside until their path clears up enough to make their way to the church.

//////

"Ashley!" Leon's panicked voice makes (M/n) turn around from the lock he had been trying to unlock, and he sees the blond shooting at the caped creature taking Ashley away.

(M/n) hurries to open the lock keeping them inside the cage, and Leon is quick to bolt out, not caring about anything other than getting Ashley back, "Leon!" He calls him and immediately starts running after the man.

He just wanted to get to Leon and Ashley, get her safe with them again, go back home, and forget everything had happened, but of course, nothing is ever easy in this job, in this life.

While running straight ahead, Leon didn't even see the knight stumbling his way toward him, despite the loud clanking noise the armor did, Leon could only think about getting Ashley back, about her safety over his. But (M/n) saw the knight, calling out to Leon a little too late.

"Watch out!" Being snapped out of his tunnel vision, Leon barely managed to see the knight swinging its sword down at him, and he used his momentum to dodge the hit. Well, he didn't fully dodge being hit, he just dodge being cut in half, because there was a gash on his torso, going right through his middle in a diagonal line, blood gushing out rather rapidly.

(M/n)'s legs moved as quickly as they could to be able to make it to a groaning Leon, shrugging his jacket off and laying it over the blond's wound, pressing on it with one hand while his non-dominant hand grabbed his pistol and shot at the plaga coming from underneath the knights' helmets.

"Put pressure on it, I'll take care of this," Leon grunted and pressed his hands down on the jacket, doing his best to try and stop the bleeding while (M/n) risked his life for him.

"You should... Go after Ashley..." (M/n) didn't give any signs of having heard him, but he definitely did. And damn, he was getting pissed at Leon now.

Leon watched how every knight fell to the ground, every singular piece holding itself together by the plaga coming undone as it was killed, and soon enough, every single one had been taken care of. (M/n) sighed and turned toward Leon, holstering his pistol and walking toward him to check on his wound. It was still bleeding.

"Shit-" he draped Leon's arm over his shoulders and wrapped his arm around his waist, "Don't you fucking dare die on me, Kennedy, keep the pressure on that."

Whether the grunting was from pain or a sarcastic response, (M/n) didn't know, he just had to find a room in this stupid castle where he could tend Leon's wound.

//////

Laying the man on the bed, (M/n) tried to look around for something that could serve to clean the wound or bandage him up, but all he could find was a bed sheet, somehow cleaner than the others he had found.

For now, he had managed to stop the bleeding, and had used Leon's last spray on the wound, hoping it would numb the pain and help him heal faster. The blond frowned at the stinging pain but didn't complain.

"Sit up," Leon looked at (M/n)'s serious expression for a moment as he sat up on the bed, he was obviously mad at him and he didn't blame him, they lost Ashley and had to find her again, along with the wound that went from his abdomen to barely reaching his chest... He just made the mission harder than it already was.

(M/n) proceeded to use the pieces of the sheet he had torn up to bandage him up the best could with what they had. These kinds of moments were too quiet for their liking, it wasn't unusual for one or the other to get hurt while on a mission, but it was always weird when the other required help, it wasn't the same angry tension between them, instead it was an uncomfortable silence that neither of them could get used to.

They hated those silent moments.

"Are you stupid or do you have a death wish?" Was all (M/n) said when he succeeded in wrapping Leon up a bit, he definitely needed medical attention to stitch the wound and to prevent or fight the infection that will show up sooner or later, but they still needed to find Ashley as quickly as possible.

Leon turned to look at him with an angry expression, "I was trying to save Ashley, you were the one that didn't do anything to get her back," (M/n) scoffed and stood up from bed, pacing around the room, annoyed at the blond.

"I saved your pathetic life, Kennedy," ignoring the pain he felt, Leon stood up from the bed, watching (M/n) continuously pacing back and forth, irritating him.

"I didn't ask you to save me! Ashley is our priority here, I was doing my job, maybe you should do that too," Leon sighed when (M/n) looked at him in complete silence, an annoyed expression showing on his face.

Leon was a hundred percent sure that (M/n) was mad at him for getting himself injured like an idiot and making the mission harder on themselves now, that he was mad because they were further away from getting Ashley back, he was convinced of that. They couldn't rescue Ashley and (M/n) was mad at that, that's it. That's what it should've been.

Sighing and taking a step to walk around (M/n), Leon spoke again, "Look, let's just find Ashley before anything worse happens to her."

(M/n) wasn't dumb, he's usually the most observant of the two, so he noticed what Leon was thinking, it showed on his face. Even with the smallest change of his expression, he was able to read him like an open book.

He reached his hand out and held Leon's wrist before he could walk further away from him, hearing him sigh.

"I'm not... Mad that we lost Ashley, Leon," his blue eyes looked up into his (e/c) ones, confusion shining in them, and now it was (M/n)'s turn to sigh, he really didn't wanna say it, but he also didn't want them to stay mad at each other for this, "I was mad 'cause you weren't careful and... Got yourself injured..." He mumbled his last words, looking away from Leon.

But the blond moved his head, trying to meet his eyes. Was he... Worried? About... Me?

"I was... Worried about you, Leon..." The sound of (M/n)'s sweet and gentle voice as he responded to his unasked question made Leon's heart race in his chest, he could almost hear both his and (M/n)'s heart thumping rapidly.

Leon's body moved on his own, his gloved hands holding the collar of (M/n)'s shirt, pulling him down roughly to have their lips meet, kissing him rather aggressively.

(M/n) was caught by surprise by Leon's action, his eyes wide opened as he watched Leon's closed eyes and flushed face, making his mind foggy as a new feeling filled his body, but the blond soon realized that the other man wasn't corresponding his kiss, making him feel embarrassed and like an idiot as he backed away, pulling back and the thin string of saliva that connected them broke immediately.

He opened his mouth to say something, maybe apologize or say he just wanted to mess with him, but now (M/n)'s hands were holding him. A gentle touch on his chin and a tight grip around his belt, pressing their hips flushed against each other as this time they let themselves melt in their kiss, quiet moans and sighs leaving past their lips, muffled by the other's lips.

(M/n) groaned as he reluctantly broke the kiss, hearing Leon whining as he watched him lean closer to try and kiss him again, he sighed and held tightly onto the blond's hips, making him open his eyes again, pupils blown wide as Leon stared up at him.

"We have..." He swallowed, his eyes unable to look away from Leon's glossy and swollen pink lips, licking his as he tried to regain his composure, "We have a mission to complete, we'll... Talk about this when we get back, okay?"

Leon looked sad for a moment, but he silently nodded and they resumed their mission to find Ashley and bring her back home safely.

This enemies-to-lovers trope would have to wait a little bit longer.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Burning of the Zetsubou Witch: Part 3

DIIIIIIIIIEEEE!

GRRRRGH!

RRRRGH!

*Celeste once again dive attacks and drills with the arms of her robot, but Mondo and Sakura quickly grab the arms and hold her back while the rest of their team backs away.

These are the robots that Toko and Komaru had to fight during the DHG, right!? A-Are we even gonna be able to beat it!?

HRRRRAAAAAAAGGH!

*WHHHHHAAAAAAMMM!*

GUAGH! RRRAGGH!

!!??

*Sakura reels back and lands a hefty punch into the robot's abdomen. Celeste is shaken up badly, but the punch fails to reach her, and she fends Mondo and Sakura off by spinning the drills and cutting through their clothes.

Ordinarily a punch like that would have instantly put a hole in a structure like this. It's reinforced to perfection.

I guess you gotta be prepared if you're gonna be using these weapons against some of the strongest people on earth.

Does anyone have a plan of some kind!?

*Chihiro backs away and pulls out their mobile phone.

Just keep fighting it for now and try to keep it away from me. I'll do a full analysis and see if I can find any structural weak points.

Good work Chihiro! Alright men and women! You heard him! Let's FIGHT till the last!

This WILL be THE LAST!

*WOOOOOM!* *BOOOOOOOOOOM!*

GAGH!?

Holy SHIT!?

*The group's eyes widen as Celeste's mech begins to hum, and she abruptly turns its body to reveal the laser cannon on the back. A laser beam blasts out and almost crashes into them, but with only seconds to spare, everyone escapes the line of fire. The attack could have eviscerated them if they hadn't dodged at that crucial moment, and as it happens, the heat singes Mondo and Leon.

Ugh...Crap!

Are you alright!?

I'm good, I'm good, just don't let that thing hit you-

*WHIIIRRR!*

UAGH! GAAGGH!?

TAKAAA!

KIYOTAKA ISHIMARU!

*Leon removes his jacket to see that the laser that narrowly missed him peeled some skin off his arm. However, the beam creates a thick cloud of smoke, and just as they believe they have a moment to recover, Celeste emerges from the cloud, her drill narrowly avoiding ripping Taka's arm off.

Bro! BRO!

Ugh...Don't worry...Just a scratch...

I really must apologize for being so fierce Taka, but in case it wasn't obvious I'm having a REALLY BAD DAY!

GAGH!?

*Mondo moves aside, grabbing Taka, just in time to see Celeste's metallic mass collapse once more. After that, she makes the machine cannons emerge and begins to hail bullets, which keeps her new foes on their toes.

Chi? You MIGHT wanna do that scan thing as fast as you possibly can!?

You think I'm not already!?

HRAAAGGGH!

*WHAAAM!*

UGH!? Hm!?

HOYAAGH!

*BONK!* *BONK!*

*Despite his wounded and burnt arm, Leon grabs some balls from a pouch and uses his baseball bat to shoot them at Celeste. One makes contact with the head, but Celeste blocks the next two with her shield.

[thepictureofjune]

The Tortured Poets Department of schloss einstein ; the anthology

part 1 here and now we continue except the nitpicking gets more crazy the closer you look.

Enjoy :]

The Black Dog - Ava Eilers (Staffel 27 post 1065)

I am someone who until recent events You shared your secrets with And your location, you forgot to turn it off And so I watch as you walk Into some bar called The Black Dog And pierce new holes in my heart You forgot to turn it off And it hits me I just don't understand how you don't miss me

So Ava revealed that Patrick actually really hurt her and to this day, it still seems to be something that drifts them apart yet Patrick seems like he doesn’t know anything about it, perhaps doesn’t even see it as a big thing. Yet to Ava, this was everything. (written pre 1067 btw)

imgonnagetyouback - Leon und Simon (Staffel 27 post 1066 u 1067)

Whether I'm gonna be your wife or Gonna smash up your bike, I haven't decided yet But I'm gonna get you back Whether I'm gonna curse you out or Take you back to my house, I haven't decidеd yet But I'm gonna get you back I, I hear thе whispers in your eyes I'll make you wanna think twice You'll find that you were never not mine Small talk, big love, act like I don't care what you did I'm an Aston Martin that you steered straight into the ditch Then ran and hid

this is mostly here for shigs and giggles and bcs we got a Limon l-word bomb before we got Nolin so yeah

How did it end? - Noah Temel (Staffel 27) 

And so a touch that was my birthright became foreign Come one, come all It's happenin' again The empathetic hunger descends We'll tell no one Except all of our friends We must know How did it end? (...) Say it once again with feeling How the death rattle breathing Silenced as the soul was leaving The deflation of our dreaming Leaving me bereft and reeling My beloved ghost and me Sitting in a tree D-Y-I-N-G It's happenin' again How did it end? I can't pretend like I understand How did it end?

To me, this is Noah being an outsider in the divorce of his parents, being just a child as his parents kept fighting, kept moving on and throughout all of this, he has no idea why it is happening nor how it came to an end like that.

So High School - Marlon und Nesrin (Staffel 27) 

I feel so high school every time I look at you I wanna find you in a crowd just to hide from you And in a blink of a crinklin' eye I'm sinkin', our fingers entwined Cheeks pink in the twinkling lights Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me (...) Are you gonna marry, kiss or kill me? It's just a game, but really I'm bettin' on all three for us two (...) Truth, dare, spin bottles You know how to ball, I know Aristotle

Don’t think I need to explain this one. 

I Hate It Here - Maxi Zielenski (Staffel 27) 

I hate it here so I will go to secret gardens in my mind People need a key to get to, the only one is mine I read about it in a book when I was a precocious child No mid-sized city hopes and small-town fears I'm there most of the year 'cause I hate it here I hate it here Nostalgia is a mind's trick If I'd been there, I'd hate it (...) I'm lonely, but I'm good I'm bitter, but I swear I'm fine I'll save all my romanticism for my inner life  and I'll get lost on purpose

Okay I think we’re all aware that Maxi probably hates every place she is in. Her home felt foreign and now at the school, the only reason she is there in the first place is her grandmothers treasure and it is said that as soon as that’s gone, she wants nothing more than to leave. 

thank you aIMee - Joel Lucas (Staffel 26 u 27)

And then she wrotе headlines In the local paper, laughing at each baby step I'd take And it was always the same searing pain But I prayed that, one day, I could say All that time you were throwin' punches, I was buildin' somethin' And I couldn't wait to show you it was real Screamed, "Fuck you, Aimee" to the night sky as the blood was gushin' But I can't forget the way you made me heal Everyone knows that my mother is a saintly woman But she used to say she wished that you were dead I pushed each boulder up the hill Your words are still just ringing in my head, ringing in my head I built a legacy that you can’t undo

We meet Joel as someone who would rather have success than friends, who doesn’t seem to care for other people but who also is sad whenever things don’t work out for him. Makes you wonder why, no? Why that kid came to the school not caring if he made friends. Why he always felt like an outsider in every social intersection with everyone he ever talked to. How such a kid went from not caring about other people to doing everything he could to keep his best friend. (need to get started on that joel analysis already I have too many thoughts about him)

The Prophecy - Mikka Lund-Mayr (Staffel 26 u 27)

Change the prophecy Don't want money Just someone who wants my company Let it once be me Who do I have to speak to About if they can redo the prophecy? Cards on thе table Mine play out like fools in a fablе Oh, it was sinking in Slow is the quicksand Poison blood from the wound of the pricked hand (...) And I sound like an infant Feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen A greater woman stays cool But I howl like a wolf at the moon And I look unstable Gathered with a coven 'round a sorceress' table A greater woman has faith But even statues crumble if they're made to wait I'm so afraid I sealed my fate No sign of soulmates I'm just a paperweight in shades of greige Spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay

Mikka is canonically lonely if I may remind you of that. He doesn’t have his best friend anymore and somehow even when he tries to become friends with Reena again, it doesn’t really seem to last all that long (also because the writers literally forgot about him but yeah). All he has is his inventions. 

The Bolter - Simon Reuter (Staffel 27) 

By all accounts, she almost drowned When she was six in frigid water And I can confirm she made A curious child, ever reviled By everyone except her own father With a quite bewitching face Splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless Excellent fun 'til you get to know her Then she runs like it's a race Behind her back, her best mates laughed And they nicknamed her "The Bolter" (...) She's been many places with Men of many faces First, they're off to the races And she's laughing, drawin' aces But none of it is changin' That the chariot is waitin' Hearts are hers for the breakin' There's escape in escaping

Simon is wasted potential on all accounts because you’re really going to tell me he is proud and fine and happy with all the trophies he wins? That there isn’t mayhaps the need to always succeed because it’s what is expected of him? And he seems like he likes every girl at the entire school but cannot pull any of them simply because? Not because maybe he is trying to find the one that makes sense, the one girl that maybe makes him feel a little better about himself, because love is supposed to reveal our true selves and Simon has always been someone else his entire life? 

(i’m trying to give him the depth that the writers failed to bcs wdym he is just some guy who likes sports and girls?) (update nach 1066: nvm I think they really just gonna leave him with being everyones no.1 nuisance)

Robin - Chiara Dorn (Staffel 24 und alle danach eig auch)

Buried down deep And out of your reach The secret we all vowed To keep it from you in sweetness (...) You got the dragonflies above your bed You have a favorite spot on the swing set You have no room in your dreams for regrets The time will arrive for the cruel and the mean You'll learn to bounce back just like your trampoline But now we'll curtail your curiosity In sweetness

This song references a lot of childish demeanor or behavior that is only known for children, trying to keep the illusion of innocence alive for someone who is too sweet to learn about all the cruelties of the world. For me, this is Chiara.

And we're done. (and now we can get back to over-analyzing kids that aren't actually sad but could very well be!)

— june🪐

[sourlemonsprout]

Hi! I really loved how you wrote Leon x B.O.W.!Reader!

Can I please request a continuation to that?

Leon is being chased by Mr. X and he escapes to a saferoom. B.O.W.!Reader is waiting outside for Leon and then Mr. X comes along. Leon comes out of the saferoom only to see B.O.W.!Reader fighting off Mr. X with hand-to-hand combat.

(Seeing two giant B.O.W.s fight is like watching WWE lol)

Ahh I'm so glad you liked it!

Leon Kennedy x B.O.W Reader (gn) pt.2

Word Count: 706

→ Part One Here ←

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The streets were cluttered with debris, bodies, and abandoned cars strewn about haphazardly, leaving behind a ghostly depiction of the chaos and panic that flooded the area. Leon kept a tight grip on his handgun. Only a few unspent bullets remained in the clip. His eyes danced around the area, staying on high alert for the slightest movement. He hadn't been walking long before his target building was in sight.

Just when he thought he'd caught a break, a tall figure in a trench coat with a steely face suddenly rounded the corner of a nearby alleyway not too far ahead of Leon.

Not this fucker...

Once again, he was faced with yet another tyrant, only this one was less friendly. Its black-gloved hands curled into a menacing fist as it advanced mechanically. In the blink of an eye, Leon raised his gun, took aim at a container near a car, and squeezed the trigger. A burst of fiery liquid roared into the air as Leon hurled himself toward the nearest building. Thankfully its door was slightly ajar, allowing Leon to slip in quickly and quietly. Once inside he stayed low to the ground so as not to be seen from the outside. Apart from the bullet shells that sparkled on the ground in the warm light cast by a little lamp, this little room was oddly comforting. Papers were scattered about and there was a little table in the corner that held a... typewriter?

A bit old-fashioned, Leon smirked to himself.

The explosion caught your attention as you finished off the last few virus-infested beings surrounding you. The once-threatening undead hoard now lay at your feet. You could feel the effects of your own infection starting to pull at your mind and body again, you shook your head, tired of being a mindless super soldier for those bastards. You wouldn't succumb to it, not now, Leon needed you.

It was pretty clear where the explosion had come from, considering the flames still dancing around the area. In the middle of it all, stood the tyrant, his piercing eyes glowing amidst the flames, scanning the area like a predator until he met your gaze. You stood completely still, locked onto one another. You couldn't recall if you'd seen this man before, regardless, his presence was bad news.

Leon inched closer to the wall to look through a hole to assess the eerily silent situation outside. Just as he reached eye level with it, his foot hit a bullet shell, which clattered across the floor. The tyrant snapped toward the faint sound. Without hesitation, you dove at him, bringing him down to the ground. For a brief moment, he gazed up at you with his emotionless icy grey eyes. Then, with a quick thrust, he threw you off. Before you could find your footing, a strong hand pushed your face down. A painful crunch vibrated through your face as your nose hit his knee, blood began to flow down your chin.

Your opponent's iron fists flew, each blow more vicious than the last as you staggered backward. You tried your hardest to stop them, stumbling back until you found yourself cornered. A soreness enveloped your entire body, muscles tense yet tired. You hadn't felt since missions before all this. Weirdly, it was nice to feel like that again.

You ducked, his next punch was met with concrete. With a grunt, you lifted the large man off his feet, tossed him over your shoulders, and chucked him against a wrecked car. As the enemy lunged forward, you positioned yourself in front of him, waiting for his next move. You snaked your arm around his, clamping down tight, delivering a couple of good blows to his side before he caught your arm and sent you stumbling backward with a headbutt. Before you could gather your bearings, a double set of fists came down hard over the back of your head, and you were face down in the cement.

Leon continued to watch with bated breath as the two behemoths before him battled it out. The brute strength and power these viruses had were undeniable, but it was truly horrible what they turned human beings into.

This needed to stop.

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I definitely struggled with this one more, so I hope it was ok!😭

[papaleon]

Like Fire From the Heavens

RE2 & RE4 Leon Kennedy x afab!reader (no use of y/n)

summary: This got away from me tbh - drabbles of RE2 & RE4 Leon enjoying overstimulation

wc: 709

18+ MDNI pls this is just straight up p w/o p

content: p in v, creampie, fingering, handjob, overstim, implied breeding kink (i am physically unable to write leon without it), leon is a switch (he simply contains multitudes)

a/n: my writing is still rusty, these are just short little headcanons as I try to get better with smut, perspective, and characterization. I appreciate you reading! <3 It's kinda proofread, all mistakes are my own!

RE2

You could feel Leon’s breath shudder as you squeezed more lube over his flushed cock, pink and weeping from your ministrations. You had Leon leaned up against your front, his head tipped back against your shoulder so he could mouth at your jawline as he tried to buck up into your fist. 

You’re gonna come for me again, isn’t that right baby? You cooed at him. Leon was flushed all the way down through his chest, sticky come painting a picture of the evening over his stomach. 

Y-yes please angel, can I? You could tell Leon had reached the end of his rope, hips jerking as his body battled between chasing his orgasm or escaping the oversensitivity.

You smiled softly at his pleas. You always enjoyed seeing Leon let go, loved being able to take care of him in a way he refused to admit he wanted, out loud. 

Last one baby, your grip got a little tighter, where do you want it? 

Inside, Leon answered immediately, barely letting you finish the question. 

Okay baby, since you asked so nicely, you shuffled out from behind him, helping him situate himself so you could swing your leg over, settling over his hips. Leon’s eyes sparkled with want as he raked his eyes over your body. His hands coming up to pull your hips down as you lined his weeping cock up with your wet hole. 

Those same pretty eyes were screwed shut as you sank down on his length, Leon’s hips immediately snapped up to fill you up completely. 

You knew he was holding off his orgasm for you, waiting for your permission, but you decided you had tortured him enough for one evening. Go ahead baby, you spoke softly, come for me one more time. 

It only took a few shallow thrusts to have Leon follow through, sharp little ‘ah, ah, ah’s sounding like they were being punched out of him with every thrust. You made sure to milk every last drop from him, his whole body going lax when you finally freed him. 

Good boy. 

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RE4

Leon growled under his breath, low and deep, as he fucked into you relentlessly. The slap of skin and the obscene sound of his come and your slick coming from where you were connected echoed loudly in the otherwise quiet room. You could just make out Leon’s features in the dark, his brow furrowed in concentration. If you had more sense in that moment, you’d pull him down to kiss you. 

You had your ankles hooked over Leon’s back pulling him in deeper, fingers digging into his biceps as you tried to keep yourself grounded. The sounds, the sensations, it took over your mind, leaving little room for coherent thought. You trembled as the fire in your belly burned brighter, back arching off the bed as you lost yourself again. 

Fuck, Leon groaned above you, his hips losing any semblance of rhythm as he pushed into you once, twice, cock as deep as it could go. You’re still so t-tight f’me, milking me dry, he spoke through gritted teeth as his own orgasm ripped through him again in a way that seemed borderline painful, warmth painting the walls of your cunt once again. You knew he chased that feeling of overstimulation, knew he liked testing his own limits, and who were you to deny a man on a mission like Leon?

You loved nights like these, ones where Leon found himself in a particular mood. Nights where he challenged himself to fill you up to the brim, to treat you to as many orgasms as you both could handle, putting himself to work in as many ways as he could. He’d never admit the quiet part out loud, but you knew he loved watching his come drip out of you, loved the possessiveness that sparked in him, loved knowing he had claimed you inside and out. 

No one else could fuck you like this huh? He’d say, thick fingers fucking his own come back into you as he brought you to your nth orgasm of the night, his spent cock twitching weakly at the sight. Who else could fill you up like this over and over? 

No one, only you. 

[kumkaniudaku]

Selfish

REQUEST: Hey lovely! I've had the opportunity to read your Franklin Saint Series. Loved it, especially since writing for Franklin has been hard to come by. Hoping you might write more for our resident drug dealer (gosh that sounds so bad lol). I thought that pulling from the 20 Dialogue Prompts for each emotion that you reposted would be fun to explore. Starting with Anger, can you either write something for 1. You've never cared about anyone but yourself, or 2. How could you be so reckless? Please Please Please, and thank you so much!  

For you, Anon. Happy Finale Night! I hope you enjoy. 

Federal Prison. 

Dorianne read the words inside her head as she waited for the rusted metal gates to open and grant her access like they did every Friday. Each week, she’d drop Christopher off with his paternal grandmother, stop for a bite to eat right after and, eventually, arrive at the concrete hellsite that would keep her fiancé in chains for the next 30 years.

The nightmare that once plagued her at night had now become her reality. 

Her body went into autopilot while she went through security, her expression blank and eyes kept low to avoid judgemental stares. She took what felt like her first breath since she’d left the car once her skin came in contact with their favorite cold metal table in the visiting room. 

Dozens of families around her engaged in conversation with loved ones serving varying amounts of time. Some wore smiles and shared spirited stories of back home. Some spoke in hushed tones about more serious, private matters. All of them held a certain sadness in their eyes that only other families affected by incarceration could understand. 

Dorianne nervously twisted her engagement ring around her finger in a desperate attempt to ground herself in reality. She thought the first three months would be the hardest. The last nine packed an unimaginable punch that tripled in pain each time she opened her eyes. 

“There she is!” 

Franklin’s voice pulled her fully into the present as she fought to plaster on a sweet smile for his sake. He looked stockier, his shoulders broad and proud as he slowly made his to Dorianne. She took in the way his facial hair had grown out since the last time they spoke and how his eyes seemed to grow more weary by the week. He’d never admit the truth about his condition. He knew he didn’t need to for her to know the silent battle he’d been fighting since they met.

Metal clinked against metal until they were face to face with what felt like an entire world between them. He smiled then blew a kiss that she pretended to catch before they took seats on opposite sides of the table. 

“You look good, baby. Smell good too.” 

Het rushed to Dorianne’s face, making her hide a bashful smile behind her hands until the guard was out of earshot.

“Starting early with the flattery, huh? You don’t take a break.” 

“It’s not flattery if I’m telling the truth.” 

“Yeah. I guess not.” She answer with a sigh. “How you doing? Seems like you’re in good spirits.”

Franklin took a quick look around the room until his eyes landed on an inmate in the corner. He bore a hole into the side of the man’s head as he answered. “I’m making it.”

Following his gaze, Dorianne got a look at his assumed foe and let the corner of her lips fall into a frown. A new adversary drawing his ire could lead to another extended period of no contact between the young couple to add to an already strained relationship. 

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.” 

“Then what’s all that about? You know him?” 

“Stop it.” Franklin’s stern request came through clenched teeth that stopped Dorianne from continuing her line of questioning. Her body tensed once he attempted to soften his expression. “How’s mama?” 

Dorianne swallowed the lump forming in her throat before answering. “Fine. She’s been keeping busy at the shelter with Wanda. They got a kid to come in last week and I think she might try and get Leon to agree to taking her in. She needs all the family she can get right now.”

“That’s good! I know mama’s loving that. She always wanted a granddaughter.” 

A wave of sadness came with Franklin’s statement. Before the inevitable, they’d discussed what their family may look like. The mere thought now felt impossible. 

Dori fought the urge to grab his hand from across the table and offered a sympathetic look instead. “She does. Now she has one. Marie is her name. Christopher can’t get enough of her.” 

The mention of his only son made Franklin’s eyes light up. He shifted in he seat, eager to dig for more information.

“How’s my lil’ man? Mama sent me his pictures. He getting big.” 

“And looking just like Jerome. You know, he’ll be walking soon? Cissy’s already had to everything up high after he wrote all over the walls.” 

“He’s an artist. Let him create. Maybe he’ll be the one to get through college around here.” 

Their laughter quickly turned somber at the thought of Christopher’s future. In every scenario planned, all roads pointed at Franklin being a near myth through the formative years of his life. He wouldn’t be there to witness his sons first steps, first words, first t-ball game or his first heartbreak. He’d miss every graduation and parent-teacher conference unless some stroke of divine blessing granted him an early release. That realization slowly hardened Franklin’s expression, making him shrink back from Dorianne in quiet anger. 

“Where’s he at?” 

“Where’s who at,” Dorianne asked, feigning ignorance in an effort to divert the conversation. 

“You know who the fuck I’m talking about, Dori. Why didn’t you bring my son? This is the fourth fuckin’ time you left him at home.” 

She sighed and ran a hand over her head to smooth her ponytail. “He’s not ready, Franklin. This is too much for him right now.”

“Seeing me is too much? I’m his father, Dori!” 

“I understand that. I’m not keeping him from you. I’m trying to protect him the best way I know how.” 

“What you think I’m some kinda of monster? That I don’t deserve to see my boy?” 

“No!” 

“Then fuckin’ act like it!” 

Franklin’s fist pounded against the metal table before he could gain control of his bubbling emotions. Dorianne sat back in her seat with an incredulous look taking over her face. 

“Are you serious right now,” she scoffed. “You want me to act like what? Like this shit is okay? Like my one and only baby should have to leave safety and warmth at home to see his daddy once a week in this hell hole? Fuck that, Franklin and fuck you.” 

“Fuck me?” Franklin’s head tilted to one side for a better look at his fiancé. His eye grew dark and intimidating the more he processed her words. “I gave you everything you have and you come in here and say fuck me?” 

“Oh whoopty do, Franklin! I won a lifetime supply of stress, federal agent down my back and single motherhood. Some fuckin’ gift! Should I break out the tambourine and praise God or throw a party?” 

“So what you here for then, huh! You wanna see me rot firsthand? I set you up for life. I’m trying to give you my fuckin’ last name when the shit could and should’ve gone to any one of the women I seeing before you. You think you special?”

Embarrassment began to set in as Dorianne caught a glimpse of other eyes landing on their position in the center of the room. He’d been callous with his words before, but attacking her parenthood and very existence was becoming far to common. She’d passed it off as stress in the beginning. Now, it was turning into the abuse she’d seen her mother experience first hand. She refused to fall victim. 

A shaky breath sent tears rushing to her waterline under their own volition. She hastily wiped them away with the back of her hand before closing her eyes to speak. 

“You have never cared about anyone but yourself. You are a selfish, manipulative, cowardly piece of shit, Franklin Saint, and I wouldn’t take your last name if it was given to me on a platter. The only reason you will be remembered in this world is because of our son.” 

When she opened her eyes, she found Franklin looking back with remorse in thick in his stare. It was his turn to fight back tears. 

“Dori, I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean what I said.” 

“But I do. I really do. I mean every word and I’m done. I won’t be your step stool anymore and I swear on my grandmother’s grave that we will never be man and wife. I don’t want any of this anymore.” 

A single tear fell from Franklin’s water line, down the planes of his cheeks, and onto his shirt. 

“I said I’m sorry, baby. You didn’t hear me? I’m sorry!” 

“He’ll visit on his first birthday. Not a day sooner. I’ll make sure he gets here once a week just like we agreed.” 

“No.” 

Dorianne stood from her seat slowly, making sure to maintain eye contact with Franklin as she situated her purse across her body. “I promise not to keep him from you. You have my word. A boy deserve his father. But, we no longer have a relationship beyond our child.” 

“Stop it. Don’t say that.” 

“I love you so much. God knows I do. I can’t do this anymore.” she continued. 

As she began to walk away, Franklin jolted from his seat to follow her until a guard stepped in to keep him seated. 

She stood frozen in place while he thrashed against restraints with her name on his lips. 

“Dorianne, stop! Don’t fuckin’ say that! I’m sorry!” 

Words mixed with remorse caught in her thoat, nearly suffocating her until she was forced to take a deep breath to steady the guilt threatening to force her into a rash decision. 

Franklin’s thrashing became more violent as he struggled against two guards forcing him to the ground. Him pleas and cries for help grew louder in Dorianne’s ears until they snapped her back into the present to catch a stern voice asking her to leave the room. 

Within seconds, she found herself rushed out of the building and out into the dry afternoon heat with tears uncontrollably sliding down her face. Freedom from the relationship brought with his a painful feeling of emptiness. Any semblance of hope she’d maintained throughout the ordeal had shattered in her hands, leaving her with a million emotional woulds to heal.

The world as she knew it was upside yet again, and this time, she was to blame.