#The way he is trying so hard to get Claire out of there

[biohazard-4ever]

"Chris? Claire!!" "Leon...?"

[stvolanis]

my minds just so full of thoughts of s3 rafe w/ his little housewife!!

he’s so freaking sweet. Gushing to all of his buddies at the country club about the cute little bell who makes him the best meals after a hard day of tormenting the pogues! And all of them are just like “yeah..uhuh..okay..” cause he never shuts up about you! But when you bring them all a fresh batch of peanut butter cookies with that warm smile on your face, they completely understand why Rafe is so smitten with you C:

Rafe would spoil you rotten for treating him so good! shopping sprees on the weekends, and duh, your nails are always done!! you said you wanted a new vintage von dutch mini skirt that barely covers your ass? Done! Rafe bough 5 of them in different colors and styles. Anything you look at for a little too long, or your fingers barely graze over, will be bought so beware!! Don’t even get me started on how Rafe would have flowers sent to you when he’s away on missions, always so pretty and fresh, and always your favorites.

but Rafes favorite part about his housewife? The way you let him stuff your cunt no matter what. You’re cooking? He’s got you bent over with his mushroom tip pounding at your cervix as you desperately try to flip the pancakes before they burn. you’re folding clothes? He’ll bounce you up and down on his cock till you lose focus of what you’re supposed to be doing, too drunk on the way he feels inside of you. Cleaning? Of course he stresses you out when his cum spills onto the freshly mopped floor, so he has you lick it up!! “S’not my fault it wouldn’t all fit in your mouth.” He’d huff out.

his breeding kink would be through the roof with you! his mind spirals at the thought of you with you belly round and swollen, evidence of how good he is to you. You’re so sweet and gentle, you’d be such a good mama to his kids! He can imagine himself walking into his home to the sight of you with a toddler that looks just like the both of you being bounced on your hip. You’d pepper him with kisses, and your little one would crawl out of your arms just to be with him.

Safe to say, Rafe is definitely obsessed with you.

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[suzukiblu]

Hey kids, I've got some more "Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good!" behind this here read-more. You know, if that's a thing you're into. 👀

“I don’t know what names are good,” Superboy says finally, his voice stiff. “Or sound good. I never even heard music before Kid Flash was–I just don’t know what sounds are good. Or whatever.” 

“It doesn’t matter if it’s ‘good’,” Billy says, wondering why Superboy cares so much about his name “sounding” good and also why Cadmus is apparently the worst. They never even played music for him? What, at all? He makes an immediate mental note to figure out how to set up the wireless speakers Batman had delivered and, like, Spotify or something. “You just have to like it.” 

“Oh,” Superboy says, just barely frowning again. “Are you . . . sure?” 

“Yeah,” Billy says firmly. “I’m definitely sure.” 

“Oh,” Superboy says again, then looks down at his feet. Billy feels bad for him and is going to set up like, a million different playlists the first chance he gets. Just like a lot of different stuff, so Superboy can figure out what he likes.

“Do you still want suggestions?” he asks. “I promise I won’t pick anything that sounds bad.” 

“. . . fine,” Superboy says, still looking at his feet. It’s not a resounding “yes” or anything, but it’s no a “no”, Billy’s pretty sure, and he does want to help Superboy pick a good name, so . . . it’s probably okay to try again, he thinks. 

“Okay,” he says, trying to think of something really good and not just random stuff this time. Like–names are important, and Superboy obviously cares about what other people are gonna think of what he picks, so . . . 

Superboy keeps not looking at him. Billy tries not to worry about it. Maybe Superboy just doesn’t like looking at people at all. He didn’t make eye contact with Kid Flash’s parents while they were here either, and barely even with Kid Flash. Which makes sense, he guesses, because why would someone used to telepathic communication really feel a need to look at anyone’s face? Superboy probably doesn’t have the . . . instinct, or whatever. 

Well, it’s fine if he doesn’t, Billy figures. Either he’ll learn it or he’ll just not like it either way, and neither of those options are a big deal or anything. The name thing and coming up with rules and stuff and helping Superboy feel comfortable are way more important right now. 

"Um . . . actually, my mom's name was Marilyn," Billy suggests a little shyly as an old idea occurs to him. It’s been a while since he really thought about it, honestly, but . . . "So you could be 'Lynn', maybe? If that's not too weird? I used to think that if I ever had a kid I'd name them after my mom, 'cuz my dad's name was Clarence and that's pretty old-fashioned, though I guess if you were a girl you could've just been 'Claire', so . . . well, maybe Clarence could be your middle name, actually? If you like it, I mean." 

Superboy . . . pauses. Frowns at the floor. 

"Why would you name me that?" he asks skeptically. "You might have an actual kid someday and want to use it for them." 

"I have an actual kid right now," Billy says reasonably. "Why wouldn't I use it for you?" 

Superboy sits very, very still, and doesn't say anything. Billy starts worrying that maybe that was weird or too much and maybe he's already the worst dad ever and maybe now Superboy thinks he's weird and too much and the worst dad ever and is just gonna get up and go straight back to Kid Flash's house and never even talk to him again or–

"I count as an actual kid to you?" Superboy asks, his voice completely neutral. 

Oh, Billy realizes. 

Man, he's dumb sometimes. 

"Yeah," he says firmly. "You definitely count." 

". . . okay," Superboy says, looking at the wall. "'Lynn' works." 

"Awesome," Billy says, smiling at him as wide as he thinks he can get away with. He doesn't want to look fake or like he's trying too hard or to be overwhelming or anything like that. He just wants to make it obvious that he's happy right now. "Nice to meet you, Lynn Clarence Batson." 

"Nice to meet you too," Superboy says–Lynn says–glancing sidelong at him just a little bit hesitantly. "Um . . . Dad." 

Billy grins. 

Okay. Not the worst dad ever after all, then.

[roseglazedlens]

Okay let's forget about all the agents Kennedy, alcohol and trauma in RC, Ada...ect,and turn to Leon s Kennedy as Your husband's policeman 36years is receiving a promotion to Chief Police Officer cuz I can't see my bbguy suffer more :(,you can add some nsfw if you want to

thank you for requesting lovely! i'm sorry i write so much angst hahhaha, but here is a change of pace! i've never written anything purely fluff (lol) and so many characters, so this is a challenge! i hope you enjoy!

⦑ take me home ⦒✶.*

pairing(s): leon kennedy x gn! reader synopsis: you throw a surprise party for your boyfriend's last day at work after his job promotion. content: pure fluff, established relationship, flirting, alcohol, leon is tipsy, but he's cute & not depressed ab it. claire, rebecca, jill & chris works in RPD. « 1 k words┇masterlist┇ao3┇reblogs appreciated! »

Today is an unusual sight for the usually hectic police department in Raccoon City. The office is adorned with balloons, garlands, and laughter, celebrating not just the promotion of a well-loved officer, Leon S. Kennedy, but also his farewell as he relocates to a new precinct.

You should be happy for your boyfriend – and you are – but part of you will miss watching over his figure from your desk, casting flirtatious grins back and forth in attempts to distract each other from the rigorous paperwork.

A banner suspends between the light fixtures, observing the lopsided words ‘CONGRATULATIONS’, strings twisted into the knot. The culprit of this handiwork, Chris, puffs out his chest proudly, while Rebecca looks at him in disbelief.

“Chris, leave the decorations to Rebecca, please.” You break apart the squabble forming between them. Rebecca smirks as Chris descends the ladder, defeated. “Don’t forget everyone, this is supposed to be a surprise.”

“Claire, where is the card?” You interrogate the next person in your line of sight, who happens to be Claire. All whilst you signal Rebecca to tilt the banner slightly upwards. “Has everyone signed?”

“Yep. It’s just you left.” She hands over the card, before resuming to the case files on her computer.

The card scrawls with heartfelt blessings from your team, a lot of ‘good lucks’, ‘we’ll miss you’, and nostalgia when he was just a rookie. He worked hard for ten years to be a sergeant, and you know he deserves this.

You pick up your pen – contemplating the words to express how amazing he is, how you will love him forever, how you will miss the sneaky make-out sessions in the work janitor’s closet.

…Marvin will be so proud of you. Yours, ....

The vibration in your pocket cuts you off mid-sentence – Jill. She is supposed to be on the case with Leon for another thirty minutes. You read the text out loud.

“I can't hold him back much longer, we're on our way. ETA in five minutes!!”

The floor scrambles in panic to finalise their positions. Rebecca quickly secures the banner with some tape. Claire is passing party poppers. Chris is putting away the ladder to the storeroom.

As Jill enters the space with Leon following behind, all the confetti releases at once.

The rainbow plastic ribbons catching in his hair like stardust in sand. You catch a glimpse of surprise in his reaction, following with a light on the corner of his lips.

“To Leon!” your team lifts their glasses high in the air, sipping beers and cocktails all night. Leon is the star tonight – you can barely talk to him without two other people buying him drinks all night along.

You catch him a whole two hours later in the circle booth, after some of the crowd has dispersed, his cheeks redden from the many drinks consumed all in a few hours. You squeeze yourself through three different people to sit yourself next to Leon.

“Having fun?” You try to get his attention by nudging at his forearm. “Don’t get too drunk though, I have to take you home.”

Leon lifts his gaze, when he sees you right by him, a grin tug at his face almost immediately. His cerulean eyes somehow more glazy than usual.

“Thank you for doing all of this. You are so good for me.” Despite the scent of beer merging with his breath, the grin on his face remains childlike. One that you only see in his drunkenness, which he lets down his guard to show more of his emotional side.

“Everyone helped. Not just me.” You are thinking how cute Leon looks when he’s drunk. “You are well-loved in here. I’m just the facilitator.”

“How about you work for me?” Leon brings the back of your palm to his lips. “I can pull some strings, now that I’m sergeant.”

“Sergeant Kennedy, using your influence for personal goals? It’s not even your first day.” You quip with a slight chuckle.

“And what if I am?” He peppers kisses from your palm to your fingers, the faint heat from his lips sizzle through your nerves. “Sure you’ll enjoy less time on the field, and more time in my office.”

“Well, if that’s the case.” You decide to let this banter go on a little further. “I expect to be well-compensated for my extra duties.”

“That will depend on your performance.” He raises a sassy eyebrow, pulling you closer until your noses touch.

“Good thing I always hit my KPI’s.”

“I do like a hardworking employee…”

Eyes fluttering shut slowly, you smile into the kiss. His lips lay gently on yours, sucking slightly at your cupid’s bow. Your bodies move closer, so close that you rests your hand on Leon’s thigh for support. The kiss deepens further, sloppier, tongues intertwined until…

“Ahem.” Chris clears his throat loudly, snapping you back to the present.

You open your eyes to find the whole table staring at the two of you. Your gaze finds its way to Jill, which she immediately, most awkwardly, rolls her eyes to the ceiling as if there is something to see there. Claire is nonchalant, sipping her beer and simply enjoying the scene.

You retract the tongue that is still shoved in Leon’s mouth. A hint of pink is running up your cheeks, you don’t need to see it to feel it. Leon, however, is unphased by the attention from his coworkers. Perhaps it’s the alcohol, perhaps it’s knowing that he won’t be seeing these guys next Monday.

“So… next rounds on me. Who’s in?” Chris attempts to diffuse the awkwardness, which earns a few curt nods from the table.

Leon holds you by the hand, picking you up from the seat. “Sorry Chris, we’re gonna call it. It’s been a long night. Thanks for the party, everyone.”

You two shuffle past Chris and Jill out of the booth, after a round of hugs with everyone, you can practically feel Leon sprinting out the bar.

“How ‘bout we continue where we left off at my place?”

Your cheeks turn a deeper red. It seems like he will be the one to take you home tonight instead.

thanks for reading! come check out my other works. ––yours truly, rose. tags: @carlosgf @sporeghost (pm me for tags) © roseglazedlens - please do not repost, plagiarise, or feed to ai.

[oneforthemunny]

dripping down |dom!eddie munson x brat!reader|

prompt: after bratting all day, you take your time in the shower to make both of you late and eddie is less than pleased.

contains: dom and sub dynamics, brat tamer!eddie, mean!eddie, bratty reader, language, spanking with implement (bath brush), mentions of oral fem receiving, mentions of p in v sex. minors dni 18+

You took your time, gliding the razor over your legs slowly, watching the shaving cream foam catch and drip with every slide. The water was beginning to turn cold, the steam thick and heavy around you. You simply pushed the nozzle further, the water heating even further, boiling you even more.

"Baby," Eddie's voice was huffy, annoyed. "Are you almost done? We're supposed to be there in twenty minutes."

You huffed, ignoring him, lips pressed together in deep annoyance. Jeff and his fiancé, Kate, were celebrating moving into their own home- a tiny townhouse on the other side of Hawkins. It was a housewarming party, just with a few friends and their partners, the usual crowd. It wasn't that you didn't like Jeff or Kate, or that you didn't want to go, it was Eddie.

Since your conflicting work schedules, social events, and everything in between, you'd barely got to spend time together- alone. He'd barely fucked you all week, not for lack of trying. You were tired, or he was tired, and the times you had managed to slip in a quickie before bed or before leaving, it was half hearted and barely fulfilling. He hadn't even gone down on you since last Friday, a week ago. You were going crazy, unhinged and beyond frustrated.

At brunch this morning, with Steve and his new girlfriend, Claire, you'd tried to be a little fun, sneaking your hand over Eddie's crotch, palming him lightly through his jeans. You hadn't even managed to get the top button opened before he'd put your hand back in your own lap, a side eyed hard stare that left you pouty. You were bratty the rest of the brunch, huffy and irritable, you knew you were. But you didn't care, you really didn't.

When you'd gotten back to your apartment, later than you meant to because Eddie and Steve couldn't stop talking. You'd tried again, kissing him a little deeper than usual, hands trailing down his sides, fingers looping through his jeans. Eddie snorted lightly in the kiss, pulling back with his hands on your jaw.

"Oh, now you wanna be nice, huh?" He asked, mocking, tilting his head to the side. You bristled, nose scrunching in anger. Eddie grinned, pressing a little peck to your cheek, smacking your ass lightly. "You wanted to take a shower, right? Better go now, we gotta leave in an hour and a half, alright?"

The way he'd blown you off, sweetly but not even bothering to chastise you for brunch, not even wanting to join you in the shower. That surly feeling quickly replaced with anger, hurt. You stomped to the shower, slamming the door and locking it furiously, shoving off your clothes. He wanted to ignore you? Fine.

You'd taken your time washing your hair. Lathering, rinsing, repeating, brushing out your hair in the shower slowly, detangling slow and precise before working in your conditioner, raking it slowly in. You'd even exfoliated with your bath brush, lathering it in the body wash and scrubbing your skin raw. You'd done everything as slow as you could, precise and sluggish.

Eddie had started knocking on the door, jiggling the knob after thirty minutes. "Baby, you almost done?" You'd ignored him.

Then he'd come back, a little firmer this time. "Seriously, are you almost done? We've gotta be out of here soon and you haven't even started drying your hair."

"Oh my God, can you leave me alone, Eddie? Fuck, quit rushing me! I'll be done soon!" You snapped back, huffy and annoyed through the curtain. You turned to the spray of the shower, letting the warm water wash over your face.

"Babe, you've been in there forever, c'mon. Hurry up." Eddie huffed.

"Then you shouldn't have stayed talking to Steve so long! You knew I needed to take a shower!" You yelled, huffing in annoyance. You rolled your head in the spray of the shower.

Now, it had been well over an hour. Your fingers were pruned, Eddie was hammering on the door, shouting at you to hurry up, but you ignored him. You heard his heavy footsteps stomp away, his shouts and threats stopping, and you smirked, finally thinking you might have won.

Until you heard the scratching of the lock. Your brows furrowing, peeking around the curtain of the shower. The door bursting open, a fuming Eddie glaring at you from the door. You squeaked, ducking back behind the shower curtain, like it could protect you.

You might have miscalculated, really, you realized that when Eddie's heavy hand pushed back the curtain, the whirring of the metal of the shower rod revealing Eddie's hard expression. You watched as he slapped the water off, leaving your body dripping, and leg half shade. His eyes scanned to the bath brush that hung on the knob of the shower, gripping it tight before grabbing you with his other hand.

"Wait, Eddie, I'm almost don-"

You grunted when Eddie yanked you out, propping his knee up on the lip of the tub, holding your waist tight to him. Your hair and body dripped, shivering with the cool air mixing into the shower.

Eddie rubbed the bath brush to your wet bottom, bringing it forward with a soaked smack! that bounced off the porcelain shower walls following with your loud yelp. The brush was hard, stinging against your cheeks. Something about the water or maybe your already flushed skin from the steam made it sting so much worse.

"Ow! Eddie, stop!" You flailed, tipping forward to brace your hand on the sink.

Eddie brought the brush down again and again, slapping against your wet skin. He knew you were just being a brat, you'd been one all day, sulking and huffing and mean. He'd tried to ignore it, he knew you'd be upset with him, but he'd hoped it would make you try to please him. He hoped it would get you submissive and sweet, but it seemed to have the opposite effect, only making you worse. He had enough.

"You," Eddie grunted, smacking the brush down on your ass, the smooth, wooden end dancing off your cheeks, leaving small rounded imprints behind. "Are going to get finished now." He brought the brush down twice, hard, making you cry out. "Understand?"

You sniffled, trying to wiggle out of his hold, wet and cold from being yanked out of the shower, aching with every hit of the brush on your burning cheeks. "Understand?" Eddie growled, smacking the brush against you hard, making you yowl in pain.

"Yes!" You sobbed, back arching at the hit. "I'll be done! I'll be done!"

Eddie set the brush down, slamming it against the counter angrily. He reached over, hand smacking the water back on, the stream of the shower trickling back onto the wall. You were shoved back in, sniffling and writhing away from the cold stream.

Eddie glared harshly down at you, brows furrowed in seriousness, ignoring your rounded eyes and little sniffled as you looked up at him pathetically. He remained stern but hoped you wouldn't see the way his jeans tightened at your little pout.

He grabbed the timer from the kitchen, winding it tightly so it started to tick. "You have until that timer is done," His ringed hand pointed towards the timer winding down. "To get finished. Understand?"

You nodded, reaching back to rub your stinging cheeks, thighs pressing together. Eddie nodded. "Five minutes." He pulled the curtain back, stomping out of the bathroom.

You were done in two minutes. Finishing your shave quick, nicking yourself twice with the razor, hissing at the trickle of blood from your knee. You bandaged yourself, drying your hair quickly with the dryer, trying to multitask as best as you could, desperate to be good and forgiven by Eddie.

You'd pulled your hair back, not getting to style it the way you wanted. Every time you looked at Eddie, he would sigh dramatically, looking down at his watch, lips pursing together in feigned annoyance. You knew he was playing it up, the exaggerated disappointed role for you, but it made your tummy flip-flop, pooling with warmth in your core, going faster at the task to finish it; desperate to please.

Eddie placed his hand on your back when you left your apartment, a sweet gesture that you savored, leaning into him sweetly. He circled his arm around your waist, both of you stepping down the creaking, wooden stairs towards the van.

"You gonna be good for me tonight?" Eddie asked with a raised brow, fingers wrapped around the handle before he opened the door for you.

Your head bobbed, eyes rounding sweetly up at him. "I'll be good." You breathed, his hand on your hip. You ass still stung, burning with every rub against the rough fabric of your jeans.

Eddie nodded curtly. "You better be." He opened the door, nodding at you to get in. "If you're a good girl, I'll be good to you tonight when we get home." He leaned in, brown eyes locking with yours.

You crossed your arms, huffing lightly, rolling your eyes to look out the other window. "I'm sure you'll be too tired again." You snarked.

Eddie's tongue rolled down his cheek, eyeing you viciously. "That's what this is about, hm?" He cocked his head to the side, brow quipping.

You shrunk under his glare, squirming in your seat. You could feel the burn of your skin against your jeans, rough and scratchy on the sensitivity. "Yeah, it is." You grumbled. "We haven't had sex in forever, Eddie." You whined.

Eddie rolled his eyes. "We had sex last night, baby."

You pressed your lips together. "Barely." You muttered. "That was like bare minimum sex. It didn't count."

Eddie sighed heavily, moving his hands to cup your jaw sweetly. "If you're good tonight, I'll fuck you extra good and sweet. How you like it." He muttered, his lips moving to brush over yours. You lifted into the kiss, his grip on your jaw stopping you from kissing him fully. "If you're bad, I'll still fuck you, but it won't be how you like." His eyes darkened at the threat, seeing excited chills down your spine, straight to your pussy.

You blinked up at him, eyes rounding slightly, his nose touching yours, smushed up so you could feel his breath joined with yours on your top lip. His eyes were soft, round and brown and big in the way that made him look so innocent and sweet- deceptive really in a way. He could be very sweet, was very sweet to you, but innocent? Not so much.

"Will you eat me out if I'm good?" You asked plainly, biting back a grin when he laughed, breath caught in his throat from the surprise of your request, blunt and direct.

You smirked, the blush rising on his neck towards his ears, hidden away by the mess of curls. Eddie pulled back, shaking his head at you playfully. "Yeah, baby, I'll eat you out if you're good." He grinned, leaning on his arm on the doorway of the car. "I'll do whatever you want if you're good, promise."

You grinned smugly, pulling your seatbelt on while he shut your door. You clung to him all night, holding his hand on the drive there, arms around his waist when Jeff and Kate showed you the house. You were so sweet, sitting in his lap, only pouting when he playfully patted your ass once, letting him smother you in kisses as an apology.

You were happy and sweet and pleasant, chatting with all his friends and their partners, giggling with the boys when they told you stories about Eddie from high school that made him blush.

You were so good, which is exactly why Eddie was between your legs for the remainder of the night, your hands gripping his curls, heels digging into hi shoulders. He could see the faint marks from the bath brush, rounded and imprinted on your cheeks when he fucked you hard into the mattress, adding a smattering of his handprints to the already irritated skin while he rutted into you from behind.

[odessa-2]

Titbits and analysis 🖖

As promised, some more titbits from the Con yesterday in Melbourne as well as my interpretations. Prior to attending yesterday, I told myself to keep an open mind and attempt to leave any biases behind (even after having seen the funeral pics). Clean slate. To try and view Sam, the event, questions, and subsequent behaviours objectively.

I'm the sort of person who feels energy and is affected by it and in some ways governed by it. The energy of people, both individually and collectively. The energy of a group. I tend to couple this with objective analysis, which forms the basis of my conclusions about people and situations.

I applied this method yesterday in attempting to understand and view Sam, the OL money 💰 machine and everything else. I also just wanted to go there and bask in the audience and enjoy myself....and....I did like it Jamie.

So first thing I noticed off the cuff was how experienced Sam was in handling questions, and the women, and tailoring his behaviour to suit their desires. He was charming, charismatic, approachable, a skilled professional. I saw the veneer. I felt the veneer. I also saw and felt that he is a pretty decent bloke under that veneer. A man with a solid work ethic, who is mild mannered and working with purpose in his life.

I observed that his handler or Convention agent or whatever he is, Steve, was in full control. He managed Sam's performance in a sense. He asked the questions and even set the directions for some answers. Sam is controlled. I didn't like Steve. I didn't get the best vibe off him. Infact, I got a bad vibe off him. I observed that everything was a performance. Scripted to a large degree. The Single Sam narrative was pushed by Steve. Hard. It was a performance. That much was clear to me.

So Sam chose to mention that he was in Austria skiing 2 weeks ago....blah blah...something about singing a Ronan Keating song. So the script tells everyone nice and early that he is NOT with Caitriona ✅️

Later on in the panel, he mentioned that he "was at the theatre in London the week earlier" watching a play. Huh? Getting his timeline confused? Interesting titbit, I thought. Who would he go to the theatre with whilst in London? Who else likes to go to the theatre? Who have we seen him go to the theatre with before? Ding ding ding!!

One of the first things he spoke about (umprompted) and imo was part of his speaking program, was that Caitriona is back home in Scotland doing prep work and will be directing this season. He said that he spoke to her recently and that she is cold and miserable back home. No one seemed to give a shit. The women were there for their Jamie. Sam read the crowd. He understood.

Sam tried to bring Cait into the conversation again saying something like "Where's Claire?....Caitriona isn't here". Again crickets from the audience.

He said that he auditioned with a lot of Claire's, but they couldn't find the right fit and that nobody was as brilliant as Caitriona.

It sounded like he genuinely missed her.

He spoke of his audition with Cait, saying they were very physical and were almost wrestling each other. He said he was sweating all over her and that his sweat was on her. The crowd still only wanted to hear about their Jamie. I think Sam relished in being cheeky in saying that she wore his sweat that day.

Someone asked about "how do you kiss and make out with a costar and then just carry-on. Isn't it awkward"? Sam responded generally initially, saying that there's lots of checking in with the person and apologising afterwards (in a joking fashion). Then that prompted him to start talking about Cait saying that he has also "snotted" all over Cait and exchanged many body fluids with her (in an acting context presumably)and that there's nothing really left to do together that they haven't already done. I was like "whoooaa wtf Sam?". Shooketh that he said that really. The silence from the crowd was palpable. They really didn't want to hear about Cait and Sam and their shared bodily fluids whilst 'acting'. He is THEIR fantasy man. Not Caitriona's. Silence from the audience. Sam already knew that the crowd were Sam onlies but he loved telling this story. Relished in it imo. He loved the double entendre. It was an unrehearsed, unscripted conversation as it resulted from an audience question. I concluded it was an act of defiance on his behalf. That's what it felt like to me.

Steve the convention agent guy, was always bringing it back to Single Sam. "I worry how are you going to get a date" said Steve. With Sam understanding the prompt ...."I worry too" says Sam. Bachelor narrative secured ✅️

Steve spruked the Bachelor narrative again to Sam's thirsty and adoring fans....."Sam you remind me of that old show where everyone has to guess which bachelor is going to come out of the mystery door". And that's when I knew with 100 percent certainty that the bachelor talk was a ruse. It was so contrived and performative. I smiled to myself. The women in the crowd were eating it up.

Another thing that stood out to me was when Sam was searching for the right terminology when talking about Cait. "My......co star" huge pause.

"I love you Claire" is the line he randomly chose to say when explaining his acting.

When asked how he has time to foster friendships and spend time with his family he talked around it. Avoided the question and kept it about his friendships saying that they are strong friendships that endure. He diverged and started talking about how he still has his core friendships that he had when he was bunking and sharing an apartment/house with them in London when he was younger. The veneer was up. Inpenetrable.

At another point in the panel Sam asked "How many Sheila's are there here"? LOL. I found that amusing.

Now this next part captured my attention the most. It had a weird feeling (energy) around it . Sam gave off a weird energy. Almost hostile. Again that's just what I felt.

Someome from the audience named Toni with an "I" was selected to ask a question. I can't remember what the question was but Sam made a really big deal about her being named Toni. "There's always a Tony have you noticed"? Why is there always a Tony"? He said. He didn't want to drop it. He placed a little too much emphasis on it. I was laughing silently but Sam's double entendre didn't go unnoticed by me. Everyone else was clueless or at least that's how it appeared to me. Was that an Easter egg dropped by Sammy?

Asked about what does he do for self care, he seemed to struggle answering that too. He talked in circles about his way points hike and how he's learning how to live in the moment. There's that wall again.

There were many other things discussed of course but I thought I'd focus on the things that shed light on his situation and that resonated with me.

So my closing Analysis? Sam is controlled. He peforms. He caters. He's intelligent and in tune with people and aims to please but is private. Sunday just reaffirmed and solidified my beliefs. Caitriona snatched up that hard working gem of a man quick smart!

[ivysoul]

Can you do Leon fucking the reader in the bathroom at Claire’s house party and Ashley knocks on the bathroom door asking if she is alright and they have a minute conversation as she is currently getting fucked? 🫣

YES ???? OH MY GOD ????

this wasn’t how you intended to spend the night; leon’s cock inside your dripping pussy, pistoning his hips back and forth vigorously. his hand was wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough so that it was difficult for you to make any noise.

after all, claire’s first floor bathroom is dangerously close to where everyone else was currently hanging out. music blared from the living room and people were dancing and chatting, but you knew—and so did leon—that you would’ve been heard over everything if he let you.

the squelching noises alone were probably loud enough to be heard on the other side of the door. the sex was messy, sloppy, quick. but in no way non-satisfying.

leon’s face was in the crook of your neck, biting down on your shoulder to try to muffle his own noises. but here and there he’d let a moan or a whimper slip through.

you were too far into your own pleasure to hear a set of knocks at the door, and it wasn’t until ashley’s voice sounded through your ears when you snapped your head up and your eyes went wide. “hey, are you alright in there?”

leon merely looked up at you, taking his head from your shoulder to look you in your eyes. you could see it. his plan. they had that mischievous, lust-filled glaze. you would’ve cursed him out right then and there if it hadn’t been for the fact that no one knew he was in here with you.

“helloooo? you okay?”

leon loosened his grip on your throat and nodded his head at your unsure expression, as if to silently tell you to answer her.

“y-yeah! i’m good!”

“okay, well, we can’t find leon. do you know where he is?” leon brought his thumb down to your clit and flicked over it in a rapid speed. you gasped before you could even attempt to stop it, and leon’s smirk was telling enough that he was enjoying this a lot more now that you had an increased risk of getting caught. “did he maybe tell you where he was going or something?”

you bit into your bottom lip so hard you drew blood, but you couldn’t bring yourself to give a shit.

“y’better answer her, sunshine.” leon whispered in your ear. you could hear the amusement lacing his tone.

eyes at the back of your head, hands clamping down on leon’s firm biceps, and pussy squeezing his cock like a vice, you answered ashley with all your self control that you had left (which was not a lot). “no, i-i haven’t s-seen him.”

“alright… well, come out soon. you’re missing all the fun!”

leon let out a huff of amused air at that. because he knew damn well, that the fun in question, was no where near as fun as what you two were up to in this room.

[cheemscakecat]

Bucket Scene Analysis pt. 1

So I’m revisiting the Bucket Scene from Expiration Date, and I noticed some things. Spy’s feelings got really hurt, but the other Mercenaries didn’t mean to seriously upset him. Let’s go over their POV first.

Engineer and Medic are doing more experiments on the teleporter, so they aren’t present for the bucket scene. They’ll be trying to figure out a way to stop the tumors for the next three days instead of accepting the team’s deaths.

Soldier is too dumb to understand what’s going on, and Pyro presumably isn’t aware enough of his surroundings.

Demoman comes from a family with really disturbing traditions; they let him live as an orphan and only revealed themselves after he killed his adoptive family in an explosion… Because he was showing his skill. He’s actually expected to lose his sight entirely like his parents. Out of anybody there who knows what’s happening, he’s the most unbothered by them dying because of that twisted heritage.

Sniper calls his parents every week, and I’m sure he’s told them/about to tell them what’s happening. But he also has a plan to kill everyone he meets, so even if he is bothered by the fact that he’ll die, he’s not going to make the others privy.

Heavy has been responsible for his three sisters and his mother since he was a child. Around them, he’d be a bit more open and accept their hand on his shoulder.. But not Spy. Around co-workers, Heavy’d rather think on what’s happening and be left to those thoughts. Besides that, he already provided a secluded cabin in Siberia for his family to keep them safe, so if he dies at work he’ll be at peace knowing they’re ok.

I very much get the vibe that Spy never puts his hand on the others like this, and that’s why Heavy hit him with that Side-eye Claire face.

Now Scout? He’s an interesting case because he’s about to humiliate Spy with the fake cards, but in terms of them dying in three days:

“Ve have three days to live!”

It’s subtle, but he looks like he might cry. Not in front of them, but still. And that tracks, because he and Spy are the most sensitive members of the team. You can look at Spy’s reaction behind Medic, and it becomes more obvious.

But Jeremy wasn’t raised by Spy.

He was raised by his mother [who’s doing her best] and seven older brothers who are terrible role models. I have no doubt that his brothers were involved in petty street crime and gangs when they were younger, even if some came to their senses as adults. And gangs are not well known for emotional stability.

Scout grew up around seven guys that wanted to be “hard” and ignored their emotional needs/daddy issues… As the youngest and the most sensitive one. I imagine that crying and showing that something is getting to you was met with mockery. And being labeled a weakling. So Scout did his best to stop showing that “weakness”.

Now he’s graduated from the criminal fights his brothers used to get into, and joined a group of mercenaries. Since he looked up to his brothers and grew up imbedded in their worldview, he seeks approval from the other Mercenaries in the same way. That’s why he chooses to mock Spy instead of asking for the last wishes. It makes him look unbothered and he can call Spy the weak one instead of being cruelly labeled himself.

But RED team doesn’t operate like Scout’s siblings or a gang. They’re all individuals that specialize in a certain area of mercenary work, who could leave for a different team or independent work if they weren’t happy on the team. [Provided they don’t release any information that the Administrator wants hidden, or rebel against her.]

So when Scout pranks Spy, they aren’t seeing his as a weakling; it’s not even crossing their minds. They’re smiling because Scout seems happy despite impending doom. And why shouldn’t they be glad that he’s having a good time of it? Beats being dejected and since he’s the youngest, they’re more worried about his well-being.

What’s interesting is that Heavy seems to sense that Spy is upset, because his smile noticeably fades when he looks up. But I still don’t think he realizes how much this prank and the teams’ indifference hurt Spy.

[meowbert-whiskers]

Weird ass Resident Evil head cannons because my brain is too silly

Wesker 100% got bullied by Chris and Jill when he was working with S. T. A. R. S. and cried at least once from it.

The moment Ashely got home she started crying to emo nightcore music while downing an entire pack of shredded cheddar cheese.

Luis definitely grabbed Leon's ass at least once whenever he bent down, then got the same treatment from Leon.

Leon purposefully coughs very dramatically in front of people who smoke to make them feel bad.

Chris has frequent nightmares about marrying Jill just for her to turn out to be Wesker in disguise. Every single time he has that nightmare he wakes up in a cold sweat with tears streaming down his face like he just saw the most horrifying thing know to man.

Rebecca has a penis straw some where in her house. It was a gift from Jill.

Wesker is horribly afraid of horses. Any time he sees a horse he starts running away as fast as he can. One time a horse smiled at him and he started screaming in terror.

The only reason Claire wears a ponytail is because one time when she was younger she went to a public pool with Chris and got her hair stuck in one of the drains and had to get a short hair cut. She was bullied about it for years by Chris.

Sherry is obsessed with Pokemon, especially when Leon first started working with the government since he got a bunch of money, and had a Pokemon themed bedroom. Her favourite Pokemon is Sylveon. Leon's is Pikachu because he's a dumb idiot who never saw the appeal and just wanted to make Sherry happy.

William was incredibly nerdy to the point where Annette would sometimes tape his mouth shut while they worked or else her infodump about each way to use a syringe/suture needle/any sort of medical shit they had to use. Albert didn't mind it when he rambled, though.

Chris once pranked Albert by switching his artificial sugars for his coffee with salt and hiding laxatives in it as well. Albert has never forgave him.

Jill once smacked Chris so hard he fell over and folded like an omelette. His spine has never recovered.

Leon was 100% a fan of Oingo Boingo and Weird Al. I will not explain any further.

Ada gets her nails done every other month by the same nail tech. Rebecca is secretly the nail tech.

Leon once accidentally sat on one of Sherry's Plush Charizards and got screamed at for an hour. Sherry said that she didn't want his "butt cooties" on her dragon.

Ashley loves cheese. Specifically brie.

Leon sometimes stares outside of the windows in his home while zoning out and standing completely straight. He also falls asleep like that with his eyes open. Chris will sometimes join him in watching the outside except he stands like a dad and does that thing where he has some sort of nut in his hands and shakes them around before eating them.

Chris wants to have kids, more specifically a daughter, so when Leon was on missions and Claire had to babysit her, he'd try to bond with Sherry. Sherry was horribly afraid of him and would cry if she was picked up by him.

Chris once smacked Wesker so hard his glasses went flying off. Wesker immediately got on the floor and started searching for them Velma style.

Leon unironicaly goes "YEOWCH!" whenever he gets hurt.

In the helicopter, Carlos slung his arm around Jill to try and be hot. It backfired once he realized Jill was both sleeping and drooling all over his arm. Ew.

Leon coughs like an old man on hospice.

Wesker sneezes like a kitten, especially during serious situations. He goes, "I'LL FUCKING END YOU-Achoo! (｡>﹏<｡)"

William once mistook Albert for Anette when he was incredibly tired and kissed Wesker on the lips. Neither were complaining.

This is so fucking dumb but please listen to my insane ramblings. PLEASE.

[ghostfacd]

IF WE DON’T TALK AGAIN, REMEMBER, I LOVE YOU. | CONNOR BEDARD

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“How do you know you’re in love with her?”

The question lingers through Connor’s brain like perfume. Claire had asked him after he had explained what happened in tears at their study session—which, let’s be honest—has turned more into a gossip sess instead.

“What?” Connor peeks his head up from the table, his eyes still glossy. “I just am Claire!”

“Okay, okay.” Claire rolls her eyes, clearly not expecting the boy to be so hostile. “Have you tried reaching out to her?”

“Too scared,” is what Connor mutters out quietly. “What if she rejects my apology?”

“Why are you apologizing again, Connor?” Claire asks, tapping her pen impatiently on the table. “Isn’t she the one who blew up at you because she was jealous you were studying with me; and isn’t she the one who ignored you so she could hang out with your best friend, what was his name? Ryan?”

Claire’s words are harsh, and Connor doesn’t exactly appreciate the way she describes you. His Bells. Well, he still hoped you were his.

“Her feelings are valid, Claire. I need to apologize for calling her insecure, it wasn’t right of me. But I also need her to know that she has to communicate with me in order for us to work.”

“Sounds like you’re putting in all the effort,” Claire retorts. “From what I’ve heard during all our study sessions, you seem to love and appreciate her and she’s just throwing it all out the window because she’s jealous.”

Now Connor was still upset at how the situation between him and you turned out, but Claire was in no position to claim that you weren’t putting in the effort. He knew you loved him; he knew, he just wants you to communicate.

“Stop speaking on things you don’t know Claire,” Connor spits out, visibly annoyed.

“It’s just from what I observe!” Claire exclaims. “If she’s making you this upset, it’s not worth it Connie.”

Normally, the nickname that you would call him would make his heart flutter, but when it came out of Claire Drewmor, he felt disgusted.

“Just stop, stop Claire.” Connor packs up his things, too tired to continue fighting against her little remarks towards his ex—no—current girlfriend. You two haven’t officially broken up yet.

“I was trying to help.” Claire tries to reach out for Connor, only to fail miserably. She almost bites her lip back in embarrassment. “She doesn’t deserve you.”

“Just a few days ago, you were telling me to go get her back.” Connor says, finding it unbelievable that Claire would say such things about you.

“Well that was before I knew she was such a jealous b—” but before Claire could say anything else, Ryan slams his hand on the table, scaring both her and Connor.

“Holy shit Ry!” Connor exclaims, holding in a breath.

“If I hear you talk about Bells like that again, I swear I’ll ruin you.” Ryan warns the girl, “I don’t care if you took me home that day, which thank you by the way, but fuck you bitch!”

“Okay that’s enough!” Connor pulls Ryan away from the scene before people can start to look at them. When they’re far away enough, Ryan gives Connor a hard push.

“You’re a jerk for what you did,” Ryan says, shaking his head in disappointment. “She’s been so upset, y’know? Cramming her head into her textbooks. Theo had to help her get out of her own head.”

That makes Connor’s ears perk up, the unfamiliar name leaving a bitter taste on his tongue. “Theo?”

“Theodore Coppola, some Italian dude who just recently transferred to me and Bells’ Calc class. Apparently, he’s a smartie and a hottie.”

“Okay, now it sounds like you have a crush on this Coppola dude.”

“I do not have a crush on Theodore.” Ryan rolls his eyes. “Me and this girl are talking, not like you would know because you’re too busy touching it up with Claire Drewmor over there.”

Ouch. Ryan’s words felt like a punch in the guts.

“But he might take away your girl if you keep acting like this.”

“Okay, I get it Ry.” Connor sighs. He didn’t like the way Ryan’s words seemed to be true. He was right, he had majorly fucked up with you, and now this cute Italian student waltzed his way into your life?

So he decides to put his pride aside, and get you flowers. Roses were your favorite, he remembered on your first date when you told him the pretty red colors made your heart flutter.

He knocked on your dorm room, expecting to either see you or your roommate open the door, only to frown in dismay when it’s a guy who he doesn’t know.

“Who are you?” Connor asks, already sizing the unknown guy up.

“Uh—I’m Theodore. Were you looking for Y/N or Melissa?”

Melissa was your roommate, and she wasn’t even at your dorm half of the the time. Of course he was looking for you, how dumb was this Theodore guy?

“I’m here for Y/N,”

“Ah,” Theodore opens the door wider, frowning a bit when he takes a closer look at Connor. “You’re Connor Bedard.”

“Yes I am,” Connor replies. “Problem?”

“Not at all,” though Connor’s definitely convinced Theodore doesn’t like him. He could tell from a guy’s perspective that a frown and shake of the head was no good.

“Hey Bells, there’s someone for you!”

Oh great. That made Connor’s heart practically sink to his stomach. This guy was already calling you Bells?

“I’m coming,” he could hear your footsteps coming to the door, then abruptly stopping when you realize it’s him standing there.

“What are you doing here?” You say, in the most bitter tone Connor has ever heard come from your mouth. He doesn’t like it, it makes him feel itchy and uncomfortable.

“This is my cue to leave,” Theodore says, which makes Connor let out a sigh in relief. “Text me if you need anything Bells, seriously.” Then he grabs his backpack, heading out the door in a hurry.

“I ask again Connor, what are you doing here?”

Connor doesn’t know what to say. He’s been practicing all morning about what he was going to say—what he was going to do. But now he’s here, he doesn’t know where to start.

“I—I brought you flowers.” He says, handing you the batch of roses. You don’t take it, and honestly, he doesn’t blame you. He’s been a jerk, and he’s lucky you haven’t slammed the door on him yet.

“I know you aren’t just here to give me roses,” you say, “what do you want? I have assignments I need to do.”

“I’m sorry.” He says. And then everything in his brain just spills out in a flash. “I’m sorry for everything, for the yelling, for calling you insecure, for not seeing it from your point of view. God—Bells—if you still let me call you that, I’m so fucking sorry. I love you, I do, and I’m an idiot for only realizing after the argument. I want to spend my entire life with you, I don’t care if you’re insecure or if you have trouble communicating Bells, I just want you.”

His lips wobble as he finishes, eyes not daring to look at you. “I was ranting to Claire,” he starts again, “and she said things about you that I didn’t like and I won’t repeat them now. But she made me realize that you’re the most important person in my life and that letting you go like that was the most idiotic move I’ve ever made. I know my words aren’t going to change what I said, or what happened, but please Bells, please, I can’t handle not speaking to you. I can’t handle looking at you knowing you overwork yourself in your classes. I want to be there for you Bells, I really fucking do.”

Before he could continue any further, you crush him in a hug, making him drop the bouquet of roses.

“I forgive you Con,” you say, pulling away to cup his face. “I’m sorry too. For not communicating more with you.”

“It’s okay,” he whispers, eyes glassy from the tears. “I love you either way.”

And finally, for the first time in weeks, Connor closes the distance between your lips, capturing you in a kiss.

Maybe Connor Bedard was a total idiot for what he did, but he was your idiot to begin with.

[pomegranate-red]

After the Lights Go Out

Leon Kennedy x Reader

Warnings: hurt/no comfort, angst, reader is dead, depression, alcoholism, male masturbation, and suicide. Maybe Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

A/N: If you’re struggling with your mental health, please reach out for professional health. Remember it is always darkest before dawn. MIDNI

Title from After the Lights Go Out by The Walker Brothers.

Leon was surprised he could even get hard anymore, with all the cheap alcohol he’s put in his body, not only should he be impotent, but also blind. Yet life always had new ways of surprising him. God he hated surprises, he didn’t always hate them but he did now that you were gone.

All he thinks of is of those moments when you’d surprise him coming home from a mission, you were just as corny as him. Red rose petals making a path towards the bed in which he rots now, some candles with a tasteful scent that he loved, he tried buying them when you were gone at first, but the scent makes him gag now. He finds his hand palming the annoyingly painful erection that throbs in his boxers. He disgusts himself.

She won’t say it, but he knows it, Claire is tired of his bullshit. She tried at first, god knows she tried, but a part of him died when you were gone, the part that prompted him to get out of bed every morning, wash his teeth, the part that helped him enjoy the few pleasures he could enjoy in life thanks to his line of work, he doesn't even shower now. You took that with you. He remembers the last time he saw you, god you were so beautiful, and just the thought of you makes his cock jump, he groans, he doesn’t know what he’s feeling, but… does he ever? He tries not to think of those last moments and of your smile.

He thinks of the times you’d have sex on the telephone, which was more often than he’d like, hearing you moan and whimper, probably the squelches of your cunt as your fingers digged as deep as they could, desperately pressing into your own g-spot, trying to replicate the pleasure he used to give you. To him every form of intimacy with you was heaven, your body his temple and your pussy his altar, he could’ve worshipped you for hours on end, and he’d never get tired of the taste, your moans, or the way you’d pull at his hair and beg for him to stop, out of overstimulation. “Come on baby, you can give me one more, can’t you?”

He’s not sure how, or when but he’s crying, it had been a few weeks since the las time he could cry, another surprise. He is full of self hatred, he thinks he always was, except this time it is painful just how much disgust he can feel towards himself. You would have been sad if you saw him, now he’s ashamed too, fantastic. But what was he to do? You were his sanity, you were his whole world, and you took all his light with you, all his dreams. He wanted to have a family, highly unlikely, since you both worked putting your lifes in danger for a government that pretended too give a fuck. Ah, the mere thought makes his tip drip precum and he groans at the thought of his wife all pregnant, round and swollen with his seed, he was getting desperate.

He whines, as he squeezes the base of his aching cock, he can’t help it, the image of your tits bouncing on his face comes to his mind and your name falls from his chapped lips in the same way his tears roll down his face, he doesn’t really notice when but he’s stroking. He thinks of the moans that would slip from your lips into his own and how he greedily looked for more, rutting into his fist the way he would rut into your pussy desperately, except his fist doesn’t suck him in the way your walls did. His balls contract and with a pathetic, strangled moan (or was it a sob?) he spills all over his abdomen and fist all the seed he should’ve shot inside you. He doesn’t even wipe himself, filthy as he is, he curls up on his bed, hugging your pillow, which no longer smelled like you, more like a mix of stale tears, cum, sweat and his own body odour, all traces of you gone. He throws it, he could rip his hair out. His phone rings, Chris, bless him, probably checking up on him, Leon ignores it, he curls up and cries.

He doesn’t know how many hours go by, but it looks late. He gets up and eyes your gun on your nightstand, he sighs and goes down to the kitchen, and fixes himself another drink, the whiskey’s cheap, and it burns. It’s not that he can’t afford any better, he just doesn’t drink to enjoy it, he downs the cheap whiskey and grimaces a little, the landline’s ringing, but again he ignores it. He thinks back to that one mission two months ago. He had a bad feeling, that maybe you shouldn’t have gone, and he told you, but you were headstrong, stubborn, and so you went anyway “it’s just an extraction” you’d said, yeah right. Things were going amazingly, almost no B.O.Ws, the few you did find, were dispatched swiftly. He loved how quick you were to put them out of their misery, “they were people once too, they deserve it…” you’d tell him often, you were a compassionate soul, he never would understand what a person like you was doing being an agent. You were almost done, you almost had him, but the terrorist had a shotgun and that shot was for Leon, if you hadn’t pushed him out the way, he would’ve died, but instead he just watched your head burst open, your brains covering his face. It was as if a switch flipped in his mind, and when he came to, his fists were bloody and a picasso would’ve looked more like a normal face than the man’s face, he must have smashed every bone in his face. But no amount of vengeance would bring you back, he had some of the remains of your brain in his hair and face.

He wants to puke, so he does, he throws up all over himself, he looks at his shirt, stained with cum and puke, and sighs. He downs another drink and then another, he goes back to his room, your room, 45 missed calls, Claire and Chris, but Leon can’t bring himself to care at all. He goes up to your nightstand and grabs your gun, it’s cold and heavy, he eyes it, you would keep it in pristine conditions, now it is dusty, he places the barrel in his mouth, he closes his eyes, he somehow likes imagining it is you who threatens him. He loves you so damn much he wouldn’t even try to persuade you, he’d close his eyes and let you decide if his brains stayed in or out.

He takes the gun out of his mouth and sits on the bed, his back to the headboard, his phone rings again and in an impulse he shoots it. He sits there in silence after the loud shot, and sighs, what the fucking hell, he cocks the gun again and places it in his mouth again, going as deep as he can without gagging, had he been in another situation he’d make a joke, but you’d taken his humour with you. In those moments he wonders if he’d go to heaven with you, because there’s no way you’d be anywhere else, his angel. He wonders if he deserves heaven, and he knows he doesn’t, but maybe god would let him be with you.

Those are the last thoughts going through his head before he pulls the trigger, leaving a mess on the wall for Chris and Claire to find the next day.

[tipsyleaf]

I’m finally home after lectures and can write oh em gee…</3

Leon and his wife definitely met through Claire or Rebecca. I don’t wanna go too into depth because the note I typed out was way too long to submit and I didn’t wanna make people mad with scrolling. </3

You had been working at Terrasave for a couple months now, you were running tests on a sample that was deemed to have a new strain of the T-virus. The door to the lab suddenly opened, and there you saw him.

The man of your dreams. You swore your entire world stopped spinning as soon as he stepped into the room, hell, there were probably little hearts in your eyes. He came over and greeted both Claire and Rebecca, offering you a small wave and smile, which made you feel all queasy and sick.

The butterflies in your tummy were going wild, having to excuse yourself to do something entirely different o distract your mind. After about an hour or so, Claire finally finds you sitting at your desk, sorting through a couples files and so. She inquires as to why you bailed on them like that in a teasing manner, you just brushed it off and said you needed to turn in something before a deadline. (Completely lying.)

Claire already knew what the hell was going on, she decided to tease you by asking if it was because Leon was handsome, which you immediately shut down, becoming all red and shy almost immediately.

From then on—everytime Leon came to the lab, both Claire and Rebecca would purposefully leave and make excuses so the two of you could be alone. Safe to say, it worked. 🥹

- Anon! 🎀

(I'll say they probably met after Infinite Darkness So like 2007?)

Claire would be coming in strong every time he showed up. Immediately starts introducing you the second time he comes around, starts talking you up.

"Y'know Leon, she has a PhD in Molecular Biology."

"And a bachelor's in Neuroscience!" Rebecca adds, leaning over the lab table. You look up from your microscope glancing between the two women, smelling their bullshit from a mile away. You know exactly what they're doing.

"That's impressive, you must have been in school for a while to do that." You shrug, trying to downplay your accomplishments.

"8 years..." You meekly answer, trying to go back to your work as Rebecca taps the table, clearing her throat.

Her and Claire make up some kind of half assed excuse about needed to check up on further test results in another room and leave.

The silence in the room is deafening. You could hear a pin drop as your stomach was in massive knots. Until Leon's stomach growls, making you sit up straight and give him side eye.

"Are you hungry, or starving?" You smirk watching him side step around the lab table and grab Rebecca's stool. Sitting on the hard metal stool next to you.

"Ah, starving. Haven't eaten since breakfast. Probably should get myself dinner." You nod, looking back into the sample you're studying and take notes.

"Probably... grab something from that new Korean restaurant down town." You glance up from your work seeing the sheepish smile he's giving.

"I... Heard it was pretty good?" You add, staring with an unsure smile. His stomach growls again making your eyebrows raise in surprise.

"You should probably go get food before you start feeling nauseous." That was already happening with you. God forbid it be the both of you.

Leon nods, looking a little disappointed as he stands from the stool, putting it back in front of Rebecca's spot.

"Yeah, tell them I said I'll see them around. And you too." You nod, looking back to your work again before turning back to Leon as he opens the door.

"Leon." He freezes, head swiveling back with a half smile. "It was nice getting to talk to you this time. Be safe out there."

"Thanks Doc, you too." You roll your eyes as he steps out into the hall. Yelling to him as the door closes slowly.

"Don't make a habit out of the nickname!"

"We'll see!"

The next few times he comes around the same routine happens, Claire and Rebecca talk you up, leave, you two talk little by little and eventually he leaves for dinner. The same exact conversation every time...

After a few months of this Leon comes in again, you're alone for once and Leon wasn't scheduled for anything according to your paperwork.

"Hey, what're you doing here?"

"Just in the area." He leans against the lab table on his elbows, not scared to get close to you now. Your hips are nearly touching by how you're seated.

"So you came to see me." You scoff, looking at him with a tilt of the head. "Or are you looking for one of the others."

"No, just you. It's nice with just the two of us." Your heart nearly stales in your chest.

"Really?" Your eyes light up looking up at him. He chuckles with a nod. You go back to your work as he watches silently.

His smile never falling until he speaks up after a short while.

"So..." You look at him as he looks like he's pondering something. He looks oddly nervous for Leon of all people. "That Korean place is running a special this weekend..."

"Oh? Was it good the last time you went?" His face falls, shaking his head.

"I didn't end up going." You stare for a moment, confused.

"Why not?"

"Kinda weird going out to eat by myself to a nice restaurant."

"But you... You said you were gonna eat there?"

"With you. If you came."

"When did you ask me to come?!" Now it's Leon's turn to look confused, standing up straight, his mouth opens for a second to stutter.

"I-I told you I wanted to get dinner..."

"But when did you say 'Hey, you wanna go to dinner with me?'"

"It was implied... Usually when I ask straight forward I get shot down immediately."

Who the hell would shoot this man down? Was your first question.

"You... You wanted me to go to dinner with you, all this time? Oh my God we're both stupid." Your head sinks into your hands as her leans forward, looking you in the eyes.

"Sweetheart, you have a PhD. You're the farthest thing from stupid. I could have just asked normally." You rub your face with your hands, looking back at him.

"You wanna take me to dinner?"

"Yes... Very badly. Because I think you're pretty and smart. I'd be dumb to not at least try." You chuckle at his compliments as you nod, finally agreeing to go to dinner with him.

An from that day forward you two were each other's.

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C.B: 1 New Voicemail

Paring: Carmy Berzatto x Reader

Summary: You decided to leave the fresh coast to pursue your art in NYC. However, you fail to mention it your best friend… Carmy Berzatto.

Warnings: some anxiety symptoms?? If there’s anything else let me know!!

WC: 2.3k

A/N: Yay!! I’m writing again!! Albeit veryyyyy slowly but I’m currently working on stuff for the other characters from The Bear and Criminal Minds!! Also, there was a semi prequel to this (its to do with Family and Friends night) but I scrapped it (not entirely) but if you guys want that let me know!!

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He couldn’t sleep. He’s finally got everything he has ever wanted and he still couldn’t sleep. His phone hums lightly against the hard wood of the night stand and his hand instinctively reaches for it. The warm tone radiating off the screen helped his eyes adjust to the sudden light almost immediately. However, it took a second for his brain to process the words on the screen.

Y/N Missed Call

1 New Voicemail

His face instantly morphs into confusion. You never left voicemails. You always just kept calling and calling until he picked up, which always drove him nuts, however, now seeing the voicemail notification on his phone only unsettles him. Carmen sat up from his supine position, carefully so as to not wake the peacefully sleeping Claire. He swings his legs off the mattress and props himself up by placing his elbows on his knees with his head hanging low, peering at the screen. He debates whether or not to listen to the recording or wait until morning, which he would admit was stupid to consider as even he knows deep down he can never stall anything involving you. His thumb was quick to click on the notification before he could consider anything else. “C-Bass!” The sheer volume of your voice made him wince and rush to turn it down. A comforting warmth spread throughout his chest hearing the stupid nickname you gave him in middle school. “I’m assuming that you’re listening to this in the morning, but with your shit sleeping habits I know you’re listening to this right now. I just wanted to say that I’m leaving for New York—“ Carmy’s relaxed body immediately became rigid and he began searching for his shoes in the dark. There’s so many things he wants to tell you and to finally get off his chest, but you continue.“Like I’m at the airport right now—“ He halts his movements “So don’t try to run over here” you let out a breathy laugh and he can feel his heart seize up at the sound that never ceases to amaze him. You’ve had that effect on him since you’ve become friends but he has become unbearably aware of it in recent days. “I, uh, just wanted to start by saying that I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but it’s just been so hard— and now with the restaurant it felt even worse—“ You had to take a second to breathe and regain your composure and he wanted to do nothing more than to ease you through it and calm you down. “It— I got an offer from MoMA— Well, I submitted some pieces to them and Robbie vouched for me, but I got the offer last week.” you didn’t sound as proud as you should be, but that didn’t matter. Carmy was ready to take over for you and he gladly let the emotion rattle through him. He didn’t understand much of the complexities that go into your art just like you don’t understand the complexities of the culinary world, but that never stopped him from being proud of you even if it wasn’t something monumental. No one has been as proud of you as Carmy has and he will gladly continue to hold that title. “They need me over there for the installation and other artsy fartsy things, that I won’t bore you with.” You laugh, but it wasn’t as genuine as he hoped it would be and you let out a sigh.

He’s getting antsy. Carmy couldn’t stop his left leg from subconsciously bouncing, so he opts to stand up instead. Your voice continues as he quietly makes his way to the living room and takes a seat on the couch. “I just need to get out of here, C, and this was my chance like I finally have a reason to leave— maybe semi-permanently.” All your explicit and unexplicit reasons were always good enough to Carmen and he’s surprised you even stayed here this long. There was a piece inside of him that wished you agreed to go to New York with him and maybe things would have played out differently. He feels like a righteous asshole just thinking about it with Claire sleeping soundly in the next room. You draw in another breath, clearly dwelling on certain emotions that you’re uncertain of baring to him, which pains him that you even had to think about telling him anything. “I told my ma and pa and all them about me leaving and they took it well, actually, maybe too well— This is stupid, but— I stayed for them and they just wanted me gone. Everything I did and everything I sacrificed is dust. I don’t know, man, maybe I was looking or, uh, hoping for a different reaction, I don’t know.” You let out a deep sigh and he can picture you slumped down on one of those awful O’Hare lounge chairs with your spare hand rubbing the long day away from your face. “I should’ve kept calling you so I could hear your voice. You always make everything better, Carmen. I hate that I couldn’t tell you—“ Your voice was barely above a whisper like it was meant only for yourself. Your name is heavy on his tongue and he can feel his right hand twitched slightly as if to reach out to you. As if you weren’t solely an image in his head and the closest you’ll ever be to him in months. He stands up again to pace around the living room so he could have something else to focus on. “But— I just knew that if I did I wouldn’t be at the airport right now. You make me do crazy things Berzatto…” Your voice trails off slightly at the end and he knows you’re listening to the voice that’s coming from the overhead speakers, but he swears the phone grows cold without your cheek pressed against it. “Anyways—“ You regain your composure and continue with the warmth returned to the cellular device, “Bizarre-o tangent over, the Bear is going to be great and everyone is going to love it. You have nothing to worry about and you have an amazing thing going with Claire and I just want to let you know how proud I am of you and everyone who made this crazy ass thing work! God, this is nuts but— Alright, alright, I actually have to get going or the stewards are going to have my head on a pike, see ya soon you crazy bastard”.

The line went dead and the warmth that you graciously provided was gone as the metallic cool of the robotic voice took over. He finally sits down again and lets himself become shrouded in unpleasant darkness. The whirlwind of emotions that plagued him earlier were now absent which made him feel somehow worse. Nothing to keep him company except the gloating sun, who is attempting to make its appearance just beyond the horizon. As he watches the amber light pool into the room, there is an onslaught feeling of a fifty pound weight tucked into his stomach.

Carmen feels sick.

The heaviness in abdomen is awash with acid and he feels like he is going to vomit, yet he can’t do anything but sit there with itchy hands. The bile at the base of his throat finally flips a switch in his brain. The last fibers of control dissipate as memories swiftly flood his senses. They crash and collide. Violently dissolving like sea foam on sand only for them to recede into waves and surge forward again and again. It’s a blurry mess, but his hands find it easy to call you. It’s all he needs to reach his calm. He needs it just as much as you need him. The initial ring echoes through his head and the pause lasts for an eternity. His face is running hot and he’s thinking too much. It’s something he already knows, but once he starts it’s hard for him to stop. All the different possible scenarios are playing rapidly in his brain and he can’t keep up. The phone buzzes again, still trying to connect him to you. His hand is swimming through his hair impatiently as he starts pacing the living room for the uptenth time. The phone hums steadily another time. All of his emotions are caught in his throat and his stomach is in a perpetual knot. His breathing is shallow leaving his lungs aching for more and it’s almost as if there was no more air left in the atmosphere.

Then it clicks.

“Hello, sunshine” Relief crashes over him eagerly when the sound of your voice reaches his ears. He can tell that you're smiling and he can even see it briefly when he closes his eyes. Carmy is finally able to stop pacing and takes a second to sit down on the cool tiles of the kitchen floor.

“C-bass” You elongate the notes in a singsong way to reel him in. Your voice sounds off. It was hard for him to pinpoint at first but now it was easy to hear it was the nerves eating you up. “Yeah, yeah, I’m here” he sighs, the heel of his hand rubbing his left eye, “I, uh, thought you weren’t going to pick up.” He can feel the exhaustion settling in as he slouches against a cabinet. You fight with your carry-on as you move through the quiet terminal. It’s a maze of sleeping bodies and you try your best not to wake them. Once you reach your designated gate and find a semi-secluded spot, you continue ”Sorry about that, they changed the gate and delayed the damn thing.”

”I’m glad” Carmy mumbles without a second thought as he reveles in your long distance presence. ”You’re glad I’m stuck here?” You try to act all serious but he can hear the lightness in your voice and he can’t help but crack a smile. ”No, no, it’s just— uh, I’m glad that I can hear your voice” the cadence in his words forces you to bite down on your bottom lip to stop the stupid grin from spreading. It’s the Carmy effect. Idiotic smiles are plenty when the two of you are together.

”Fuck, me too” Your voice contradicts the violent affection that rattles your insides. It’s shy, almost as if you were embarrassed to admit it. There was a beat of silence, but Carmy beat you to speaking first. ”So, uh, how long is your plane delayed?” His now steady hand ghosts over the grooves in the tile. You were still battling the nerves from earlier, but thought it was an opportune time to actually apologize to Carmy ”Only like an hour. It took me over half of that to walk to the other side of the airport— Hey, listen, I just— I wanted to tell you I’m sorry—“

”No, no, I get it. I would have done the same—“ Carmy waves you off as if you could see him. ”I still feel bad“ you groan and lean your head into your hand in an almost facepalm fashion. You hate that you feel bad but you always do and you always will. It’s unavoidable. “Don’t, I didn’t when I left” he shakes his head to get rid of the memory of that day. He was trying to hold on to this tranquility the best he could and not derail again. ”Really?” You pause for a moment before asking, “Did you miss me?” Your subconscious emotions getting the better of you. ”Fuck, yeah like a lot. I wish you didn’t ditch me.” He was sincere like always and you can feel the guilt boiling in your stomach, ”Me too”.

“I think—,” Carmy pinches the bridge of his nose in thought, “Wait, uh, I know that it would’ve been better with you there”, he sighs and lets his hand fall back into his lap. ”Fuck, Carm, I miss you so much already and I haven’t even left the city yet” you try to make yourself laugh to get away from the regret that soared through your body, but you couldn’t. “I’ll come up there as soon as I can and help you unpack—“

” And, I’ll give you an apartment tour and show you my art displayed all fancy at the museum” You were already getting giddy at the prospect of the two of you being reunited. “I would love that, actually”, Carmy smiles into the phone as he imagines taking you on a personal tour of NYC.

”Great, because you still owe me a hot dog”

“You still won’t let that go, huh?”

“It was like the most perfect hot dog and you made me drop it, asshole!”

“Sorry, sorry, okay?” he laughs along with you, “I’ll get you another one. There’s this place in Hell’s Kitchen—“

”Fuck, Carm can you give me a sec?” You hate to interrupt him especially when he was in the middle of his excited prospect, but the airport attendants were making announcements and soon enough they will be calling up groups. You struggle to hear the muffled voice over the speaker and Carmy can hear you shuffle around to get a closer listen. After a few moments, you are able to piece together that the plane is on schedule and that Group A has been called to front.

“Fuck, sorry, Carm, I gotta go”

”No, I get it. Call me when you get to your new place”

”No, yeah, I will and Carmen—“ you interrupt yourself and flounder for a second. The words are heavy on your tongue. “I love you” the words roll off your tongue differently this time. They’ve always carried a hearty weight to them, but this time it felt like a confession. It sears his soul unlike anything he has ever felt before and you pay no mind to the flames raging in your ribcage.

“I love you too” it falls from his lips automatically without hesitation. He swears that his words are tinged with something else. The edges of the words flickering for something more. It holds a familiarity but he can't quite grasp it in the moment. “Carmen, get some sleep ok?” and your line goes dead.

Fuck.

[capsicle-evans]

The Make Believe Ms Evans

Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: A PR marriage between Y/N and Chris Evans has skyrocketed their careers but their sex lives has never been this low. Up until now.

Warnings: unprotected sex, swearing

Series Master Post

Part 1, Part 2

“Jesus fucking Christ, can you hurry the fuck up?” I slam on the bathroom door. We should’ve been out the door like 5 minutes ago. “What is taking you so long?”

Chris yanks the door open, an exasperated look on his face. “Can you stop screaming like a fucking banshee?”

“We are going to be late, you idiot” I glare at him as he starts placing the buttons of his shirt in place.

Chris is in the promotional tour of his new movie so Polly secured an interview with Jimmy Kimmel because that’s always a success. “Shut up and just help me with the tie, Y/N” Chris rolls his eyes and steps back so that I can move between him and the bathroom counter.

“Fucking man child” I groan as I bring my hands up to his neck, placing the tie neatly around his neck. “One would think you would know by now how to do this”

“Stop complaining” Chris grins as he stretches his hands to grab my thigh. He pushes his hand under my dress, slowly making his way up my skin.

“What are you doing?” I look down, my hands forgetting about his tie and moving to his hand.

“Shut up” Chris stops my hands, pinning them behind my back with ease with just one of his hands. The other removes the half done tie around his neck. “Don’t fight me, Y/N”

Before I can ask again what he is doing, he ties both of my hands and brings up my skirt. “Stop, Polly and Claire could be here any minute now”

“Y/N, please for once in your life” Chris pulls down my panties before stepping back enough to release his member from his pants. “Shut up”

I want to fight him. God knows how much I want to fight back. But I want to fuck him more.

“Open up” Chris orders me as his thumb tugs at my bottom lip. When I do so, he pushes his index finger into my mouth, hard against my tongue. I wrap my lips around his finger, bobbing my head back and forth. “Such a good girl”

I feel my pussy clench at the praise so I push my hips forward, the tip of his dick gliding against my stomach.

“So eager” Chris groans before removing his finger from my mouth. He grabs my hip with the other hand to pull me closer as the his finger dips down into my throbbing pussy. “God, so wet” Chris moans against my ear as he lets his head rest in my shoulder.

I bite into his neck as he pumps hard and fast into me, me legs shaking under me. “Are you ready for me?”

“Mhm” I whine. Chris pulls his finger out and lines himself into my entrance, the head of his cock getting coaxed with my juices. Before I can complain, he pushes himself into me in one swift motion. My head falls back at the sudden feeling of fullness and the sting that rips my walls.

Chris grabs my ass to use as leverage to pump faster into me. I twist around, trying to touch him but the tie behind my back restricting my every move. “Release me”

“Be a good girl and stay still, Y/N” Chris shakes his head and brings one of my legs up around his waist to have a better access into me.

I start to whimper against his hear as hi dips one finger in between our bodies to massage my clitoris. I’m about to moan when we here the door of our room slam shut. “Y/N? Chris? We are running late” Polly calls out from the outside of the bathroom so Chris quickly places his hand over my mouth to stop any illicit sound. I wait for him to stop but his movements are still persistent and hard, in fact he only gains speed.

“In a sec” Chris shouts back and goes back to rubbing my clit. I feel the pressure in me almost reaching its peak so I bite into his hand to stop myself from screaming. “Just finishing up”

“Do you know where’s Y/N?” Polly asks back.

“Probably at the bar or something” Chris grabs both of my legs so that I’m wrapped around him and the new angle sends me over the edge. My eyes roll back and I start shaking against Chris as the waves of pleasure take over my every senses. “You should go check”

I don’t catch the rest of the conversation, my mind still spinning from my orgasm and Chris’ dick still inside of me as he looks for his release.

“I’m so close” Chris hides his face in my neck to muffle his moans. It only takes a few more pumps into me and then I feel the warmth of Chris’s cum coaxing my walls. Thank god I’m on the pill because the sensation of being filled up is so hot it almost pushes me to my edge again.

“Give me a sec” Chris pulls out and I feel his cum dripping down my legs. He pulls a towel from the rack and cleans me up before doing the same with himself. “All done”

“Care to release me?” I race my eyebrow at him. Chris chuckles, totally forgetting that he had me tied back.

“There you go” He removes his tie only to place it smoothly back in his neck. He zips his pants back and reapplies his cologne before turning back at me. I’m still collecting myself from my orgasm so I just lay back on the counter. “Hurry up, are are going to me late”

He ducks just in time to miss the hair brush that was headed straight for his head.

***

“So Chris” Jimmy taps his fingers a long the wooden table in front of him. “You brought your lovely wife with you this time”

“Yeah” Chris smiles, turning his face towards the audience. “She is my support system and I wanted to have her with me here”

“We haven’t seen much of you two since you guys got married” Jimmy gives him a raised eyebrow and and I can feel Polly tense next to me as we watch from a VIP section of the audience.

“I mean you said it yourself, Jimmy” Chris brings up his hand to his jaw, a wicked smirk on his face. “We just got married, we don’t leave the house much”

My cheeks burn hot as the camera pans to me, the room erupting with teasing screams. I shake my head, laughing as Jimmy calls out my blush. “You are gonna get in trouble for that one, Mister”

“I hope so” Chris nods his head at Jimmy, hyping the crowd even more. He laughs before waving his hands up. “I need to stop pushing my luck here”

“Yeah, that’s a wise decision” Jimmy chuckles before turning towards you. “Y/N, please go easy on him”

“I’ll try, Jimmy, I’ll try” I give him a cheeky smile. “I make no promises tho”

***

“It’s nice to see you get along” Claire breaks the silence as we drive through the city of New York. The car zooms through the busy streets and the crowded sidewalks, the city lights brightening the sky. “Chris, you did good today”

“Yeah it’s nice to see you not at each other’s throat” Polly adds as she types away on her phone.

Chris leans in to whisper in my ear. “I mean I did have you by the throat yesterday” His voice sends shivers down my spine as it bring back memories of the eventful morning we had before we went to the airport.

“What’s that?” Polly looks up, thinking Chris was talking to her.

“Nothing” He leans back away from me. “Just talking to myself”

“Are you sure you don’t want to join us for dinner?” Claire turns to me as the driver pulls up outside our hotel.

“Yeah, I’m just gonna get room service and head to bed” I give her a reassuring smile as Chris opens up the car door, the flashes going off immediately. “But you two enjoy your night out”

Chris steps out, stretching his arm to help me out of the car. His arm goes around me to guide into the hotel, making sure that the paps aren’t to close to us.

“is it true you are getting a divorce?” one paparazzi asks me as he steps right in front of me. If it weren’t for Chris’s arm around me, I would’ve tripped as I bumped against the unknown man.

“Hey, stay the hell away from her” Chris pulls me tight against his chest as I try to squeeze around the crowd of people. Our bodyguards start pushing people away, making way for us to run into the hotel lobby.

“You okay?” Chris pants as we are finally inside.

“Yeah, just scratched myself a little against his camera, that’s all” I check my arm as 2 lines start forming over my skin, just a bid of blood making its way to the surface. “Ill be fine”

“Let’s just get to our room” Chris nods, grabbing my hand as he notices that everyone in the lobby is looking at us. “Honey”

I try to swallow down the laugh that wants to erupt from my chest. “God you are si stiff” I whisper only for him to hear.

“Oh shut up” He grins, not looking down at me as we head for the elevator.

Once inside, just the two of us, Chris release my hand and puts his into his pockets. “So what do you want for dinner?”

“I don’t know” I twist my mouth. “Not that hungry really”

“How about some wine and cheese platter?” Chris asks. “I saw one on the menu last night”

“Yeah, i think that would be nice” I nod as the elevator dings, signaling we’ve reached our floor.

We walk in silence towards our shared suite, only the clacking of our shoes breaking through the silence that rules over the hallway. One we’ve reached our door, Chris places his card on the reader and holds the door open for me. “Why don’t you go change and I’ll order the food”

“Thank you” I give his chest a soft pat before walking to the bathroom.

Since we cannot get away with having different rooms book for us, I usually sleep on the bed and Chris takes the fold up bed or just crashes on the couch.

I strip out of my jumpsuit, hills tossed somewhere in my room. “White or red?” Chris pops his head through the door as he pushes the phone away from his lips.

“Red” I turn to him as unhook my bra and let it fall to the floor.

“Jesus christ” Chris rubs his hand through his arm as his eyes fall down to my naked chest. “Please just knock and leave the food outside. We might be busy”

“Christopher” I blush as the poor lady at the end of the phone gets mortified by Chris. “Don’t say that”

“Why?” He grins as he tosses the phone somewhere in my bed before stepping in the bathroom. “Did I lie?”

“I mean no but-“ My mind betrays me as I follow the movement of his hands.l, unbuttoning his shirt.

“Maybe we don’t need food tonight” Once done with his shirt, his hands move to my hips, pulling me to him. “We can just eat each other”

“Chris I-“ I try to fight him but his lips come down to my neck, his tongue darting out to taste the saltiness of my skin.

“What do you think?” Chris whisper hot against my ear. “Don’t you want me to fuck you against the counter? Just like this morning?”

I try to answer but when his fingers pinch at my nipple, any thought I had, just went out the window.

***

“Favorite place to be?” I ask Chris as I press a green grape against my bottom lip.

“Mhm” He brings his glass down from his lip. “I love Boston, my whole family is there”

“Besides Boston” I roll my eyes. Everyone knows Chris loves Boston. When we got married, his only request was that Boston remain as our principal house, my house in LA just to be used for when we had to be there for the job.

Chris scratches at his beard, thinking deeply. “Venice, I think”

“Really?” I beam. “I want to go there sometime. Amsterdam, too”

“You’ve never been there?” Chris asks, slowly moving his glass in circles.

“Nope” I shake my head. “I didn’t have the money before and now I don’t have the time”

“Yeah, I get that” He nods his head before bringing his glass back up to his lips. We stay in the comfort of our silence.

I feel weird when it’s just Chris and I. Well, when we are not fucking. We are used to just fighting each other, and now, having sex. Small talk isn’t really our strongest side.

I’m about to excuse myself when Chris breaks the silence. “Why did you agree?”

“On what?” I look back at him but his eyes are fixated on the bottle in front of him.

“To marry me” His eyes snap back at me. “To do the whole fake thing”

“I-I” I stutter a bit, his question catching me off guard. “I mean Claire sold me on the whole ‘it’s whats best for your career’ thing, so I agreed, I guess”

“Do you ever regret it?” He follows up his question, never taking his eyes away from me.

Where the hell is this coming from? We’ve never discussed this topic so openly. “Do you?” I sit up straighter, not longer feeling comfortable in my sprawled position.

“No” He answers immediately. “To be honest I didn’t care much about it”

“Then why are you asking me all of this?” I move to place the glass of wine over the coffee table.

“I’m in my 40s, if anything, marrying you got people off my back” He finally shifts his focus to the bottle of wine, probably feeling a bit uncomfortable with the way my eyes are scanning his every move. “Every time I had an interview, all they wanted to talk about was if I was planning on settling down, having kids and what not”

“But now they ask about me” I frown, not really seeing the difference.

“But because they want in in the gossip, no longer out of expectations” He sighs, chugging the rest of his wine. “But you are young, you… You could have anything you wanted, whoever you wanted. Why settle for this?”

“I’m not settling, Chris” I turn my body to face him, his side profile greeting me. “Shit, we might not be a happy lovely marriage but we respect each other, I, at least, admire your work. And yeah we used to fight a lot but I’ve always known that if I need a favor, I can count on you. That’s a lot more than what other people have”

“Yeah, I guess” Chris finally looks back into my eyes, a softer gaze taking over his eyes. “But don’t you ever want to go to go out with guys your age or something?”

“Chris, I’ve dated people before” I chuckled. “And trust me, you’ve given me more orgasms in the last 48 hours than they ever did”

Chris tries to hold back the grin on his face but fails miserably when I give him a little shove. “Don’t let it get to your ego, grandpa”

“I make no promises” Chris smirks, grabbing a hold of my thigh.

“Oh no, mister” I push his hand away, standing up and away from him. “You are going to leave me all sore! Give me a break”

“Fine” He rolls his eyes at me before also standing up. “In that case, leave. You are taking up my bed”

“Good night, grandpa” I pat his chest before turning around. “Make sure you get a good sleep, we don’t want you all grumpy in the morning”

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[gtgbabie0]

hi!! i love your stuff so much - they’re so cute and comforting!

i’m very insecure about how i look in a swim suit, and i was thinking of something where leon noticed the reader acting differently while they’re at the beach/pool and comforting them 💕💕

-Leon Kennedy x reader

{Insecurites aren't something that change overnight, so you take it one step at a time with Leon}

Thank you!! I hope this is okay sweetie! 💕💕

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The crease between your brows only gets stronger when you start to study yourself in the changing room’s mirror, notching how your swimsuit-clad body seems almost off-putting? and you wince at the thoughts that plague your mind.

You had tried to talk yourself out of these feelings, counteracting the self-hatred that seemed to have a vice-like grip on your heart but it was pointless especially when the thoughts were so obtuse in the forefront of your mind. Maybe coming to the beach with Leon and the Redfield siblings was a mistake.

You jump slightly when Claire knocks on the door, “Are you okay?” She asks with the sweetest tone, she’s always been such a good friend, you should tell her the truth, but at last, the words get caught in your throat and instead, you just let out a quick.

“Yeah, I’m good!”

You wipe the tears that prick at your eyes, letting out a shaky sigh as you slip Leon’s jacket back on, thankful it’s big enough to cover your behind.

It was a lovely day the sun was out and there were barely any clouds, and you knew the breeze wouldn’t last long, but there was no way you were going to take off this jacket.

You and Claire walked back down to the beach, hot silky sand beneath your feet. She asked if you were getting 'too warm' to which you politely just shrugged off, telling her how the breeze was making you a little chilly and you were glad that she didn’t push.

Leon watches you walking over, completely forgetting about his game of frisbee with Chris, and he frowns at the zipped-up jacket that covers you. Won’t you get too hot?

He knew something was wrong with you, through the whole car ride you were quiet, nervous almost, but even then thinking back to it, you started acting off when Claire first brought the whole beach trip up. He curses himself for not talking to you sooner.

He sighs watching you talk to Claire, you ask her for the car keys as she hands them to you, and you start walking back to the car.

Leon snaps out of his thoughts as a plastic frisbee hits his head, “Ow! What the-” he spins around to Chris who gives him a strange look, throwing his arms up in the air.

“You're gonna keep losing if you don't pay attention,” he says with a chuckle, trekking to go and collect the frisbee.

Leon says something about going to check up on you, and he certainly doesn’t miss the way Claire gives him an understanding look.

He notices you’re sitting in the car, your palms against your eyes as you wipe away your tears. You felt so silly and it only made you cry all the more, the sight made Leon’s chest tighten.

You look at him with a strained smile as he opens the car door, “C’mere baby” he says taking your hand as he helps you out of the vehicle before his arms encircle around your shoulders.

Now you feel even worse as you curse yourself for ruining a perfectly good day, “M’sorry Leon, I just hate -” he doesn’t let you finish the sentence as his big hands cup your face with such care.

“There’s absolutely nothing wrong with the way you look sweetheart” he says pressing a kiss to your hairline, and your heart tightens. He knew, of course, he did. You’ve never met anyone who knew you as well as Leon did.

"You're beautiful, inside and out honey," he tells you, and Leon knows there isn't much he can say to make your insecurities just disappear, no matter how hard he wishes he could.

His words leave no room for doubt but there’s still a twinge of embarrassment that pinches at your skin as you try to bury your face into his shoulder, “I’m overthinking everything- I’m sorry” you mumble, biting back the sob.

Leon hates the way you go frigid in his arms, “Don’t apologise baby- you’ve got nothing to apologise for, you hear me?” He says and you nod with a weak ‘yeah’. He can still tell how uncomfortable you are with how you seem to go on yourself, shying away from him and it hurts more than you’ll ever know.

“Hey, I packed, something one second,” he says before disappearing behind the car, he opens the trunk and he soon reappears with a pair of shorts in hand, his shorts. “If you don’t feel comfortable then you can wear these yeah? Better than you overheating in this, honey” he says, tugging on the sleeve of his jacket you’re wearing.

You nod with a weak smile before slipping the shorts on over your swimsuit, he walks over to you with love in his eyes as he tightens the drawstring into a bow, “There you go, beautiful” he presses one last final kiss to the corner of your mouth, relief washing over him when you finally give him a smile, a real one.

"Thank you, Leon" you sigh as he wipes away a stray tear before pressing another kiss to your cheek, his lips against your warm skin as he whispers a loving, 'You don't have to thank me, sweetness'

You remember something that Leon told you once about ‘taking it one step at a time’ and his words warm you as you shrug off the jacket. You know insecurities aren’t a thing that can be broken overnight, it's something you had to work through, so, you’ll take it one step at a time.

Leon’s hand rests against the small of your back in a comforting manner as you both walk side by side, “You know, I think I might need your help, sweetheart, Chris was beating my ass in frisbee” he says, looking over at you as you giggle, saying something about how you’d ‘love to be on his team’

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[elfven-blog]

Every Mark

Summary: Leon finds you while you're unhappy with your body, he goes on a mission to convince you otherwise

Leon Kennedy x F!Reader [Married]

CW: MDNI, 18+, bit spicy at the end, Leon has a taste. Female anatomy for reader, lots of kisses and fluff.

Word count: 1.7k

It was a warm summer evening as you were changing again and again into different clothes. You liked summer, when it was warm, and you could get away with drinking nothing but cool water and fizzy drinks. Well, that’s what you told everyone, but the truth was you liked getting to watch your husband work on his bike or clean the yard with nothing but his shorts on.

The expanse of his skin stretching over taunt muscles, sweat glistening as he worked hard, and those rare moments where he was off for more than a day so you could lounge outside together as he kept up his workout…’training’ he said. But you both know he just liked giving you a show.

Today was different, you and Leon were going out with friends. To celebrate some charity thing Claire had set up, an excuse just for you to all see each other again. But with it being summer, none of your regular evening wear would work, all of it making you too warm and stuffy. Which meant you’d wear your less covering stuff, which mean more skin showing, which meant your stretchmarks were on show.

You took a deep breath, trying to stay calm as you looked yourself over in the mirror. This dress was too tight and too short, the stretch marks on your thighs and back of your knees could be seen. Bottom lip worried between your teeth as you pulled it down, it didn’t budge, and tears welled in your eyes. You take this one off too, maybe it’s not a dress night you reason. Maybe it’s just some nice pant and a blouse night. So, you tried that instead, but the shirts showed off the stretchmarks across your hips.

After spending a few more minutes trying to find something…anything to wear, you sit on the edge of the bed. Your hand rubbed at your eyes, and you sighed. Guess today wasn’t a good day, maybe you could convince Leon you weren’t feeling well and needed to stay in bed, before he got home from work. But you hadn’t realised the time, hadn’t even noticed that Leon had already opened the door to your shared room, that he was watching with sad eyes as you picked at your skin. His gaze following down your body with a frown as he realised it was one of those days.

He moved silently across the floor, dropping to his knees in front of your with a soft ‘thump’. “Well, hello there, princess” his hands moved onto your leg, gliding across the soft skin there. Your head looked up, a tremble on your bottom lip. Your eyes followed his hands and you felt gross as his fingers smoothed over the stretchmarks there.

Leon’s eyes caught the way yours followed his hands, and he realised with a furrowed brow what it was that was bothering you. ‘Can’t have that’, he thought ‘going to have to do something about it’. And his mind flashed with an idea, he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before standing up with a stretch. “You mind helping me choose what to wear, pretty girl? You always manage to know what looks best” his plan of distracting you worked as you smiled up at him, pretending you weren’t reassessing every inch of your body just moments before.

“‘Course I can! Not like you can dress yourself anyway.” There’s his wife, he thinks, just a glimpse as she teases him. He shakes his head as he undresses out of his work suit. You’ve moved behind him, your hands helping him take off the jacket and then his shirt, your eyes wander down his back and arms. This time your lip was between your teeth, but not the same as earlier.

You couldn’t help but look at the muscle he’d gained during his training, your hands gliding down his arms and over scars as you took his shirt off before your hands settled at his waist. Eyes gazing over the stretch marks formed from the years of exercise and muscle building, your fingers delicately tracing them. And Leon smirked, not that you could see as he decided to put his plan in to action, a deep sigh leaving him.

He knew that your brow was furrowed, and the corners of your lips would be pulled down, as he moved your hands from where his stretch marks were at his hips, moving them to sit farther up his chest instead. The sound of an offended gasp left your mouth, and he bit his lip as he tried to stop the smirk growing into a grin. You pulled your hands back down to where they were, and he pulled them back up. It was like a game for a few minutes, and then he heard you grumble. “Excuse you, leave my hands alone”.

Leon shook his head, scratching at the back of his neck and moving your hands again “not today, baby, please” his voice had an uncomfortable tinge to it, making you freeze, and you leant against him. Your face leaning on his back as you moved your hands up before pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades.

Concern lit up in your brain, and your thumb moved in soothing circles “are you okay? What’s wrong” Leon could almost feel bad for his deception right now…key word being almost. But he sighed in response to your question, shrugging his shoulders as he went through his shirts in the closet. Your arms tightening around him, pulling him further into your front “my love”.

The blonde took a deep breath and turned his head to look at you. His eyes held tears as his bottom lip trembled, and he saw your heart break through you eyes. Definitely thought the tears were real then, guess the training was working. Your hand moved to cup his cheek, thumb running under his eyes “no no no, baby what’s wrong? Tell me”

He turned completely to you, his own hands moving to settle on your waist as his head buried into your neck. Mainly so he could hide the fact he couldn’t keep the false tears up. Another shaky breath, you felt what you thought was trembling through his shoulders as you rubbed his back “I just-its. I don’t know, don’t you think they’re gross?”

The noise that left your mouth was on he had never heard before, like he had just killed your baby right in front of you. He fights back a smile, pouting and nuzzling his face deeper into your neck instead. “Leon Scott Kennedy-” uh oh “-how dare you say that about yourself, I would fight anyone who would insult you. That includes yourself, you absolute moron.”

And suddenly, he was picking you up while a squeal left your mouth and a small shout of his name. He walked the few steps to your bed, laying you down on it as he hovered above you with his arms caging you in. A loving glint filling his blue eyes, and a dopey smile on his face. “exactly” he whispers.

Everything clicks in to place in your mind, the realisation that your husband just played you seeps in. Your mouth opening in a shocked expression as your eyes widen, and you go to speak but no words come out. Leons’ smile turn in to a smirk as he presses his mouth to yours in a gentle kiss. Then he’s moving down your body, pressing his lips to every inch he can. You whine when he passes your neck, confused as to why he wouldn’t mark his favourite place on you, and he just smooths his hand on your leg.

“S’okay pretty girl, got a different plan today…gonna make my girl feel good, show her how much her stretch marks affect me” you almost feel the blush heating up your body. Leons still making his way down, he removes your shirt, and a small groan leaves him at the sight. The way he looks at you make you want to cover yourself or open your legs. You’re not quite sure. “Fuck, my pretty girl indeed”

Leon presses his lips to your skin, travelling between the valley of your breasts and you’re even more confused when he just passes them too. But the thoughts are soon wiped away when his hands dig into the soft plush of your hips, and his mouth presses into the area of your stretch marks. Your breath hitches, but Leon doesn’t stop. He presses a kiss to each individual mark “You love mine, can’t keep your hands off them. Moment they’re on show your eyes are glued to them, watching me work out, riding me, trapped beneath me. And there you are watching them or tracing them.” He moves across your stomach, his teeth nipping at the soft skin before he’s kissing the marks on the other side.

Your thighs move to press together from his attention, the slick coating your panties. Who knew something simple like this would affect you so much, you don’t know if its his words or how focused he is on showing each single mark love. Leon notices and moves one of his hands to hold your thighs open “uh uh” he mutters, moving down from your stomach and hips. And oh god, you think, some relief.

But no, Leon isn’t that kind. He’s busy. You’ll just have to wait a little longer while he finishes. His eyes flicker up to watch you. A beautiful sight above him, head thrown back, hands clutching the sheets and eyes closed shut as you try to breath. He raises an eyebrow, his hand smoothing up your stomach as he presses his mouth to the marks on your thighs. He keeps his eyes on you now, watching as you bite your lip to hold your noises back.

He cant help himself, not with your cunt right in front of him with soaked panties. So what is he meant to do? Nothing? Absolutely not. His tongue licks over the cloth, his eyes shutting as he tastes you. A groan leaves him and he’s using his hands to push your legs so he can lay between them properly. He practically rips your underwear off so he can dive his face into your fold, lapping at you as he pushes closer, your hands shooting down to his hair and pull him closer. He speaks into your pussy, and the vibrations make your back arch as you moan.

“yeah yeah, we’ll have to call and tell them we’ll be late”