#yandere commissions

[the-grimm-writer]

Toxic

You thought you knew what you were getting into when you got into a relationship with Keisuke. Turns out you didn’t know him as well as you thought you did. 

Commission for my lovely friend Sheer!!

Tw: Typical canon violence, forced relationship, biting, Baji and all his friends are a bunch of bullies.

Everyone is 20+

You thought you knew what you were getting into when you agreed to be Keisuke’s woman. The life he lived was a fast one and he had sold you on it. Late night rides on his motorcycle, clinging onto him so you didn’t fall off whenever he sped up as fast as it would go. Running and hiding from the police, your heart pumping in your chest as you wildly kiss one another after almost getting caught. Getting into fights with rival gang members. It wasn’t often that you’d have to fight yourself, but whenever you did, he would swear it was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. 

What you weren’t prepared for was the man himself. Despite the life he lived you often forget that Keisuke Baji was dangerous, a red flag wrapped up in a pretty package. He enjoyed violence more than the average person. You learned that the hard way when he started swinging on a man for “looking at you the wrong way.” 

No matter how many times you told him to stop and he swore he’d never do it again, it still continued. You’d reached your wits end when he took you to his meetings. 

An underling, someone who must have just joined, made the mistake of sauntering over to you. He was barely able to get the cheesy pick up line out when he was yanked back by the collar and slammed into the ground. 

The leaders didn't seem to mind, just staring at him with a bored expression as you backed away in horror. Baji was on top of the guy, hitting him until his knuckles were bloody. 

You looked around in shock but nobody else was batting an eye. You shook your head, disappointed, you were about to leave when one woman pulled you back. “Don’t do that.” She whispered in your ear, putting her hand on your shoulder. “It will only make it worse.” 

Just like your man, many of the other gang members liked to show off their women at the meetings. When you weren't sitting on Baji's lap, you were talking to them. It was the only sense of normalcy you got since you began dating him. 

Even with his wild brown eyes and sharp fanged teeth, he managed to charm everyone around you. You couldn’t exactly blame them, you fell for it when you first met him too. All your friends thought he was the perfect boyfriend and didn't mind how much time you spent with him, often encouraging you too. 

Baji had a strict mother, so when he truly wanted to, he knew how to make a good impression on parents, make them believe he was the best match for their little girl. 

Your arguments increased after that night. About whether you'd continue to go with him to meetings or not. Now it was time for another one, and you were standing in your room glaring at each other. 

“That’s it! Im not going to your stupid meetings anymore! We are over!” You yelled at him. “I’m breaking up with y-” 

His hand was wrapped around your throat before you could finish your sentence. “You are getting dressed and we are going to that meeting, do you understand?” You stayed silent, glaring up at him. His hold on your throat tightened when you tried to push him away. “I said. Do. You. Understand?” 

Realizing it wasn’t worth the fight, you begrudgingly nodded your head. “Good girl.” He smirked, leaning down and pressing a kiss on your lips. “Get dressed. 

He paraded you around like a trophy. It was something you hadn’t realized at first. Often he made you wear his jacket with the gang’s symbol on it. You used to think that it was because he didn’t want you to get cold, but now you know he only did it because he wanted everyone to know that he had a claim on you. 

This time, Baji refused to let you leave his side. As you walked past the other women, all you could do was share sympathetic looks. When he sat down, you immediately got on his lap. 

You took a shaky breath and leaned against him, his arm lazily draped around your waist. On the outside, you looked normal. Like you hadn’t tried breaking up with him earlier. 

Not that his friends cared, you thought begrudgingly. They wouldn't betray their friend for you. Then there was the worst of them all. His best friend and the leader of the gang. 

“Well, aren't you a cute couple?” Mikey teased, making you tense up as Keisuke chuckled. “But I’d keep her at home next time. There’s going to be a lot of dangerous men at this meeting, and we wouldn’t want them getting the wrong impression and try to snatch her up now would we?” You tensed up as you looked at him, his dark eyes sparkling with amusement. That asshole, he knew exactly what he was doing. Actually, they all knew what he was doing. They didn’t care. Hell, some of them even encouraged it right in front of your face like just now. 

Your eyes narrowed at him as Mikey walked off, which of course Keisuke immediately took notice of. 

"Hey." He growled, tone low as he spoke to you. "What did I tell you about the dirty looks? Cut it out. Besides, Mikey's right. Important men will be coming so behave yourself." 

"Oh so it's okay that you beat up anyone who flirts with me but a look is where you draw the line?" Despite your annoyance, you kept your voice down so no one noticed. 

“Do you want me to be like those other guys?” He said softly to you as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, making you gasp when he bit down on your sensitive skin before he pulled away. “You want me to be rough? Want me to fuck you like a little whore in front of everyone?”  

"Fine." You snapped back. "I'll be good." 

So you smiled, being polite every time someone walked over to the both you. Of course you kept your answers short, lord knows how Keisuke would react if he thought you were being too friendly.   

Cold dread washed over you as you realized, even if you weren't a member of the gang you were still stuck in it. 

[noirscript]

Commission

Heya! I’m putting up this commission post for those who are interested to see their own personal yandere in their environment… or you could also request from the pre-existing list of oc!yandere of this blog. (also, capitalism sucks. need to move to another place real soon but my day-job won't cut it.)

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Immerse yourself in a 1,000 word count full fiction or more with your chosen yandere. The price starts at $10. Additional 1k words are priced at $10. So, for 2k words, you'll be paying $20, 3k = $30, and so forth.

One Shot

Let your yandere take care of you within 500-1,000-word count. Price starts at $6 and max at $10. Beyond 1k words, I suggest getting the full fiction instead 😊

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You can message me here on tumblr or you can also opt to send a commission request via ko-fi. If you want to commission me, kindly include the following to your message: Tell me about your ideal yandere. What you'd hate them to do to you: do you want them to keep you from leaving him? Do want them to keep an eye on you at all times? Tell me about the things you hate (or love) about him. Let me know about your "hard no's" too.”

Limitations

So, here are some of my hard no’s:

Vore/Gore (or any graphic horror snuff)

NO GOLDEN SHOWER. You’ll never find them here. Sorry.

Loli/Shota (need I say more?)

Terms of Service

You can post it on your own blog, have it printed, or have it translated.

You can't claim it as your work, though. You can't claim any of my characters as your own, or use them for anything else. Also, you can't commission other writers to write my characters either. :)

Optional: With your permission, I can post your commission on this blog and enjoy the reaction of other readers. It's fun. Trust me ;)

Final Notes

As I've mentioned above, I'm trying to find other source of income (may not be stable, but at least it'll help me save up). The place we're currently staying at is not at its best condition (a lot of repairs needs to be made, at worse, it needs to be demolished). We need to find a new place ASAP and it would require me around 500-600 USD to find a decent place to live in. (I do have a day job but it's not enough to cover our expenses.)

I am open for commission, but it's not required. I highly appreciate your support with my works. :)

[seijorhi]

okay my loves, commissions are OPEN <33

please make sure you check out my commissions page for info as well as my rules before you fill out the form

atm there's no cap/number of slots, but i will close them if i start getting swamped. ily all!! 💕

[yandereeternity]

Some sort of prompt idk

Your heart rattled in your chest. Trees whipping either side of you as you narrowly dodged vines, branches and leaves all seemingly bent on slowing you down as much as you could. 

But you couldn’t afford that, no not one bit. Not if you wanted to go back there, to that awful house with that awful, awful person who told you that they loved you but treated you as a possession. 

The wind whirled and howled around you, matching with your pursuer’s screams of your name. Their shoes pounding the harsh landscape mere minutes behind you. They were stronger and faster than you, after all you’d been chained to a bed most of the time and force fed or not fed at all. 

But you refused to let that stop your relentless pursuit of freedom. 

You would make it out of this alive or die trying. 

Their shouts of desperation for you to come back and stop running were beginning to sound even more enraged. A chill ran up your spine, not just from the cold, but from the thought of what sort of punishment they would have in store for you if you were caught. 

All the more incentive to not get caught. 

The sound of a car driving on a tarmac road brought tears to your eyes, boosting your adrenaline and giving you the final push of energy you needed to leap over a nearby log as if it were the final hurdle in a race, and you’d just won the gold medal. 

That is, if said race was run with an almost demonically angry hunter on your tail.

Thorns and spiny branches sliced at your skin as you barrelled through the thick brush and straight into the middle of a road. 

The sky was overcast, starting to spit droplets of rain that you hadn’t felt in god knows how long. Your momentary lapse in panic was brought to an end when a car screeched to a halt right in front of you and a scream erupted from your chest. 

You knew that would have alerted them even more, and knew that they were probably only feet away now. 

The man who jumped out of his car was older, around his mid 50s. He had a stocky build, bold head and neatly trimmed beard. He was dressed like a typical family man, with an entire family to boot in his car. The woman sat up front looked particularly mortified at your bedraggled form crashing into the road and almost onto the front of her husband’s Honda. 

The children, both teenagers, were sat agape in the back of the car. 

Without thinking twice, you pleaded with the man to help you. You began to tell him that you’d been kidnapped, escaped and were being hunted, but without hesitation he swung the passenger door open, quickly commanded his child to move over and quickly pushed you into the car. 

Tears of relief rolled down your face as the door shut, barely putting on your seatbelt in time before the man had put his foot down and set off again. 

Both teenagers were sat staring unblinkingly at you, yourself being barely 10 years their senior. You easily could have been their sibling. The mother, a very pretty, round woman with the kindest hands you’d ever held, told you that it was going to be ok. You were safe and no one was going to harm you anymore. 

In the rear-view mirror, you saw them. 

Stood in the middle of the road, looking like they’d just been hit by a bus themselves. They fell to a kneel as they watched the car get further and further away from them, unable to follow its speed on foot. 

A mourning cry echoed throughout the woods. 

Yo! So thought I’d give a bit of creative writing a try, lmk if y’all are interested in this kind of stuff as I can do commissions if you want a longer fic requested! 

[simpingseafood]

Commission for @fluffa-mocha-bean

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[bweoo]

Comic commission for anonymous! Thank you for your patience <3

[cybercl0ne]

6-1 // army x f!reader

Summary: you get trapped in an elevator with 6 hot masked men, what could go wrong?

Tw: gangbang, double penetration, pure porn, 18+, vaginal penetration, anal penetration, no jimmy, creampies (possible impreg?), squirting, degradation, Cum. Everywhere. Multiple orgasm.

You were running late. Like really late and you knew rushing up 10 flights of stairs was not happening. You decided to call for the elevator instead, guessing that your boss would cut you some slack depending on your excuse.

As you elevator ringed, the rusty, grinding wires weary hilt in front of you, opening the door to welcome you only to see 6 masked men standing, staring blankly at you, waiting for you to get on. You feel flushed at how weirdly attractive these men looked, their gear making them look buffed and their faces covered by black mask, only keeping their majestic eyes available.

They hold the elevator for you, steeping on you squirm in a small circle around them, they give you space like you were foreign to them. “Thanks guys.” You nervously laugh, going immediately silent as you feel their eyes soften, a glint of unknown lust festering as well. “No problem little lady.” One says seductively, eyeing you, keeping contact as you stand in awe at how his voice rumbled through you. You nod, and hold your head down, trying to make the high tension settle down. All hell breaks loose when the elevator suddenly stops and you drop your smartphone, bending down to reach it, unintentionally giving a show to the men around you. Your skirt hiking up just barely before your ass, showing a corner of your colorful panties. One of them whistle another fall into line with sounds of amusement, one in front of you, you caught readjusting his clear hard on.

“My god, what a nice view..~” one calls out, the others joining in a laugh. Your body felt warm, your lower body growing in heat as these hot men surround you, ready to pounce.

“we’re you just waiting for us to jump on you little lamb?” Another questions. One wraps their hand around your waist, feeling your hips up and down, staring into your eyes for approval. As soon as you give your small nod and whimper the men ravenge you.

“You dirty little slut, getting on an elevator, waiting for someone like us to come along to destroy your little body.” They spit out, gripping your ass, one groping at your tits, pooling them out of your bra. You squeal as you feel your cunt getting more needy, your panties getting sticky with your slick. One of them proceed you rip your professional tights, another man going in for a kiss, staring their deep brown eyes into yours, kneeding your clothed clit as the others worked to get the rest of your articles of clothing out of the way, whipping their own cocks out. “grab my cock you little bitch!” A blue eyes one demands, his heavy British accent making you moan. “Look at her. She’s enjoying getting manhandled! Get my cock in her mouth, see if she’s smiling then?” He slaps your face, slapping his cock on your face. You poke your tongue out, focused on the pre that sticks to your cheek as he slaps it deeper onto your skin, groaning, rubbing it up and down your lips, teasing you.

“I’m gonna taste this sweet cunt, I just know it’s wet and ready for me~” a slim yet buff man replied, stroking his own cock as he rips your panties straight off, his gloved finger glazing your tight hole, his warm and slimy tongue taking its place. “Put your fucking hand on my cock, bitch!” One yells in another heavy accent, his cock way to big to fit in your hand, you attempt to grasp onto his cock, sliding your hand back and forth, your eyes rolling back as you choke down another man’s cock, his hairs prickling your nose as he stuffs himself deep. You clench around nothing as your pussy gets demolished. Feeling yourself on the edge of squirting, you scream out your moan through getting your throat pounded while fisting 2 other men’s cocks.

“Oh the little girls getting close!” The man attending to your cunt stops, and announces. Erupting a slap and a laugh from everyone. Slaps to your ass, face and pussy. You squirm as your climax was so close, them teasing you by slapping around your poor aching pussy. “Awe, baby girl wants to cum? Do you wanna cum baby?” One man says, pampering your face with kisses, his stubble tickling your face. Unable to speak with your cock stuffed mouth you nod.

“Use your fucking words baby.. what do you want? Tell daddy so he can give it to you…” he whines, using his now ungloved fingers to rub up and down your slit, his thumb grazing your clit.

The man pops his cock out of your mouth, shifting to your tits, as 3 other men use your hands and thighs. “p-please.. p-please let me cum!” You yelp, begging with teary half lidded eyes. As you beg you stick out your tongue for a man that jerks his cock over your face, his eyes squinting, telling you he’s close. He moans and finally shoots his hot cum out all over your face, it splurting on your open tongue and one of your eyes. The rest of the men join in, cumming on different parts of your body. One man slapping his cock on your ass, cumming alongside it. Another letting it out on your hands. The man that was in charge of your pussy starts up, tonging you until you feel that white peak, clenching around his slithering tongue, his ball-shaped piercing hitting your clit just right. “C-cumming!” You yell, shaking intensely as you squirt all over the bottom man’s face. The biggest man, lifts you up between your orgasm, making your squirt spray everywhere, drenching the boys as the big man lines himself up with your small, tight pussy, his cock twitching as it meshes in your juices, tapping lightly on your cunt.

“That’s a good girl, letting it rain like a fountain baby!” The man says, kissing your agape mouth. You feel like you’ve been fucked dumb even though you know that these men have just started their satisfaction. You looked down, seeing the big man’s cock, you immediately started to realize that he was the biggest for a reason. His cock twitched at the attention. The men laughed.

“To big for you princess?”

“Gotta make sure to stuff you nice and good honey…”

“I can’t wait to get a taste of that.” all around the men were commenting. Some with sweet replies, others with want and need, they all wanted a piece of you, rubbing their cocks in unison as the big man inches you down on his fat dick.

“N-no! I-it won’t fit!~” you screech, feeling your cunt being slip apart by the big man. “So…damn…tight…” the big man whispers in your ear, moaning heavily. “gonna stuff you so full of my seed that your stomach will grow.” He chuckles deeply, while bottoming out, stuffing you all the way down that you can’t even make a noise at first, only broken moans as your tits bounced from the recoil.

“She’s loving it! Look at her face, she can’t even process how fucked dumb she’s getting!” One points out, stroking his cock harder. “Careful, we don’t want her to break too easily~” another one joins in, groaning at the show he was getting. You felt your insides being rearranged, putting your hand to your stomach, you feel the bulge that dives in and out ever time the man harshly pumps his cock in and out of you. You heave and huff through it, bending your head back to kiss his groaning lips. As you make out with the man with his mask halfway up you feel his rhythm only growing more sloppy and harder, your tits flopping around uncontrollably as he pounds you.

“don’t take all the fun, let me enjoy that sweet cunt!” One interjects, closing into your face, smirking. The big man that was currently demolishing your insides laughs and suddenly stops, popping his cock out of your pussy. You whimper at the sudden empty feeling of his warm twitching cock not blanketing your cunt.

“Don’t worry sweet girl, you’ll be double stuffed in a minute.” You squirm at the tone and way he said it, looking in your eyes, kissing your lips deeply as he adjust himself to your pussy, the big man aiming at your ass, still holding you up.

“Sure you can take it little lamb?” A background man adds, coming up to you, using your bent thighs to stroke his cock. Another one tags along to your other thigh, some staying back, enjoying their front row seats to the show.

Both of the men that stood at your holes entered in at the same time causing you to yell out, tightening and clenching as he tore through your ass while the other guy played through your cunt, fighting his way to your cirvix.

“S-so tight! God damn, you’re gonna break my cock off princess!” He adds, pumping his long hard dick inside you, the big guy rutting deeper inside you. You felt your holes getting violated, being stretched and feeling the searing pain and pressure from them, your stomach showing a faint bulge once again. Juices started to pour out of you, your moans filling the air as they grunted, pounding your holes at an unholy pace.

“p-please n-no… I-I’m gonna break! I-I can’t take it.. w-wanna cum!” You huffed out, feeling yourself getting lost. The rest of the men grunted and moaned, some mixed laughs as they felt themselves getting close to. “don’t worry baby I-I’m close to!” The man pounding your asshole shouts, nibbling on your neck as the one destroying your weeping, leaking pussy grunts in approval, heading toward the same climax. As you feel yourself being overstimulated, drawing to close to cumming they both cum at the same time, both your ass and cunt getting pumped full of hot milky cum. You felt yourself tipping over the edge but as soon as he popped out of you another man entered you, finishing inside you as well.

“We all gotta take turns cumming in that pretty cunt~” one man says, exiting your warm, clenching pussy as another enters in, thumping inside you, unloading his hot seed. You felt your stomach about to burst as you also felt your cunt driving over the edge, your legs going limp as your eyes rolled back.

as the last man came inside you, you reached your climax, squirting a ton, pushing some of the fresh hot cum out with it. The men kissed all over your fucked out body, whispering sweet words into your ear, breast, thighs, and neck. You giggled, mind fucked and still squirting, coming down from the long high as the elevator finally opened. “That was fun, I hope we can do it again sometime~” the big man said, climbing out of the elevator with the rest of his friends who already readjusted themselves while you laid, displayed and completely fucked out on the elevator floor.

[kachinga12]

More chibis of different characters! (Commissions are open, 🥺)

Wade belongs to @xbonecandyx

Jak to @ffishstickks

John doe to @mortis-fox

Ren and strade to gatobob

[the-grimm-writer]

Sleeping Beauty

tw: Somnophilia, dub-con, oral (fem recieving), cockwarming, slight breeding kink, OC

Commission for the lovely @dabiscrispyankles ♥️

Dabi was glad that nothing had changed in the few weeks that he was gone. Marie still left her window unlocked. Just like she always did when she knew he'd be coming in the dead of night, so no one could interrupt their time together. He grinned as he stepped into the dark room, his hand lighting up with a bright blue flame so he could watch where he was going. She was a deep sleeper but he still didn't want to risk waking her up.

The flame died out when he stepped in front of her bed. She was laying on her back, her long brown hair flowed around her, chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm. She looked angelic, and he could have sworn the soft glow of the moonlight peaking in formed a halo around her. He left the window open, wanting to let the cool breeze in.

She reminded him of a fairy tail he'd heard of once, way back when he was a child. Sleeping Beauty. She was his sleeping beauty, but he hoped true love's kiss wouldn't wake her up just yet.

The thought made him grin. After only having his fantasies of her to keep him company and his only release was with his hand, Dabi was ravenous for more. He was like a beast, insatiable and always craving her.

Pulling off the blanket that was hiding her form from him, he pushed it to the side. She didn't need a blanket when he was around, his body naturally producing enough heat to keep her warm no matter the temperature. Then he climbed on top of her, careful to not put too much pressure on her. She was wearing a tank top to bed, along with a pair of shorts that rode up her upper thighs as she moved around, he could’ve drooled at the sight.

"Marie." He said her name softly, tracing the outline of her tattoos on her inner arm, cool flesh immediately warming up at his touch. The constellation of her zodiac sign Taurus, and his personal favorite right below it, a snake encased in red flowers. He didn't need any light to know where each one was, having memorized each placement of them on her smooth skin. Slowly, his hand trailed down her abdomen, clasping onto her thigh. He grinned as she let out a moan in her sleep, all self control left inside him snapping at the sound.

“Did you know I was coming, baby?” A chuckle left his throat as he spotted her deck of tarot cards spread across her nightstand. “The cards let ya know to be ready for me?” Dabi mused quietly as she let out a small sigh in response.

“I think you did…” He gave her a quick kiss on the lips as he whispered, “Why else would you wear those pajamas tonight? You know it drives me crazy.” If he was being honest anything she wore turned him on. But when he’d been waiting so long to see her again, seeing her wearing that, he wanted to ravage her like a savage beast. And he would, first thing in the morning when she’s awake. He liked to be rough, but he wanted her to be awake and aware of everything when he was. Right now he wanted to be the only thing that was on her mind, even in her sleep.

Dabi couldn’t control himself any longer, kissing every spot on her neck he knew was sensitive. The soft gasps leaving her making him gently bite, sucking and letting go with a soft pop, littering her neck and chest full of hickies. He knew her body like the back of his hand, so he knew she would enjoy this as well, even while she's sleeping.

He grinded against her thigh, his cock straining against his pants as he pulled her tank top down and exposed her breasts. His hands immediately clasped down on them, squeezing and gently pinching and twisting her hardened nipples, applying just enough pressure to get more of those sweet moans out of her as she stayed sound asleep.

Frantically, Dabi pulled her shorts and tossed them to the ground without a care. Licking his lips as her lower half was exposed to him, spreading her thighs and resisting the urge to bite down on the smooth pale flesh.

He licked her slit, his scarred hand immediately gripping the sheet in a painful grip as she let out a gasp in her sleep. She tasted just as sweet as he remembered, if not even more so now. It was addictive as a drug, a high that he never wanted to stop feeling.

Dabi let out a groan, letting it vibrate against her pussy that he knew would send another shot of pleasure through him. He sucked her clit hard, teeth grazing against it as he felt her naturally raise her hips against his mouth.

As much as he needed to be inside her, he wanted to make sure that she was ready to take him, pumping two fingers inside her tight hole that eagerly sucked them in. His fingers were getting wet with her slick, making him hum in appreciation as she gasped in her sleep.

If he could, he'd eat her out all day, make her writhe and wriggle against him from the overwhelming ecstasy he gave her as she came on his mouth over and over again.

Feeling how wet she was getting from it, he slowly pulled away, sticking his fingers in his mouth and . He felt like a man that was starving, and the only way he'd be satisfied was if he had her.

He was so hard that it was painful, Dabi needed to be inside her, and he needed it now. If he wasn't so desperate he'd laugh at himself, feeling like a horny teenager with no self control. But right now, he was so desperate that it drove him insane.

Since it had been a minute for the both of them, Dabi was extra careful. She was always so tight around him, and his length was nothing to scoff at. His cock long and thick and throbbing as he ached for release.

He pushed the tip in first, letting out a loud groan as ecstasy burst through him. He paused from there, almost feeling like he could burst from the feeling alone. But he held it out, slowly pushing in to her, now using all his self control to make sure that he didn’t hurt her in any way.

When his hips were pressed against hers, he stayed still, wanting to enjoy the feeling of being deep inside her for as long as he possibly could. Marie sighed as his cock twitched inside her, making him press his bi-colored lips against her own.

“Dabi.” She called out when he pulled away. His breath caught in his throat as he looked down at her. Her eyes were still closed, chest rising and falling evenly. She was still sleeping, he could tell. Just talking in her sleep. He grinned. How adorable.

“You dreaming about me baby? Dreaming about how good I make you feel?” His thrusts were slow and careful as he spoke to her in a whisper. “I hope so. Cause I’ve been spending weeks thinking about you that I just couldn’t wait til later.” He groaned softly.

Dabi wasn’t used to being so gentle. Most nights when he was so pent up with the need for release, he’d be breaking her bed frame with how hard that he’d go. Make him scream out his name and have her nails scratching into his back as he made her cum on his cock until she couldn’t take it anymore. But tonight made him feel things that he hadn’t felt before. The thrill, not wanting to wake his sleeping beauty up despite the fact that he was balls deep inside her. So peaceful on the outside despite knowing she was having wet, filthy fantasies about him inside her mind.

He knew Marie well. He knew that he craved her just as much as he needed her. Which is why he knew she would be okay with this. Until her, Dabi had never met someone that could keep up with him. The reason that she was his love, his one and only darling.

No, if he could keep this pleasure up then he’d eagerly go against his rough nature. It almost made him feel closer to his woman, knowing Marie was thinking about him as he pushed in and out of her sweet cunt. He couldn’t wait to see her reaction when she woke up, already filled with cum. Another risky thrill that excited him, he couldn’t not go raw inside her. He needed to be as close with her as possible, marking her as his own. And he couldn’t think of a better way of doing that than this. It was a risk they both were willing to take, and he could always get her birth control if needed. But it wouldn’t matter if it stuck, the thought of her pregnant making a wave of possessiveness go through her, causing him to be all the more eager to fill her with his seed.

He built up the perfect rhythm that worked for them both, slow and sensual as he kissed and sucked on her chest to leave more marks that would be impossible for her to cover up. He growled softly as he thought about her trying to hide the hickies he gave her, making him want to give her even more of them just so he didn’t have to worry about it.

Staying true to what he promised himself, he rubbed gentle circles into her clit with his thumb, hissing as she clamped down around him each time she clenched from the pleasure. He was so close his cock throbbing as he got closer to release.

“Cum for me.” He growled as he felt the familiar feeling of her gushing around his cock, keeping her still from squirming too much so she wouldn’t accidentally wake herself up.

He was glad that she was a deep sleeper because he couldn’t silent his loud moan as thick hot ropes of cum shot into her, the feeling pushing him over the edge. Dabi shuddered as his body was shaking with ecstasy. Never had he came so intensely before. He stayed still, body shaking from the aftershocks of it.

A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead as he buried his nose into the crook of her neck. The scent of sex and their natural scents mixing together. He wasn’t ready to pull out yet, her warm walls keeping him sucked in like he belonged there.

He needed to stay inside her. It made him feel closer to her, gently resting his head against her chest. Feeling her steady heartbeat calmed him down for just a moment, his rough hand twirling pieces of her brown hair in between his fingers. Though he had already came, he still needed more. He truly was insatiable. Already he was finding himself wanting to go for another round.

Before he even noticed what he was doing again he was thrusting into her at the same pace that he had been before.

He heard her whine in his sleep and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “I know that you’ll feel like it’s too much right now, but I know that you love how much I fill you up, baby. Love when I make you cum on my cock.”

She always got so sensitive, spasamming against him, her hips pressed firmly against his as she whimpered and mumbled incoherently as he pushed in and out of her.

“Gonna fill you up so good.” He squeezed her breasts as he looked at her, face twisted with her eyes still closed.

He was glad he got back when he did. This awoke something in them both. The way her body responded to his own even while she was asleep made him know that she was the one for him. He’d need to do this again, for the both of them.

Lost in the pleasure, Dabi didn’t notice Marie beginning to wake up, her eyes fluttering open. Her body was shaking, about to push her hands down her shorts as she thought about the intense dream that she had about her boyfriend. It was so intense and realistic, she even felt his warmth on top of her…

“Dabi?” She called out his name, her voice thick with sleepiness and confusion, trying to process what was going on. Seeing her boyfriend on top of him she couldn’t help but smile as she realized she hadn’t been dreaming. It was honestly adorable how the flame villain couldn’t get enough of her. She knew that her Pretty Boy Dabi wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of her, her quirk had told her, after all.

"Shh," he gently shushed her, pressing his fingers against her smooth pink lips and trailed down against her chin. "Go back to sleep." He pushed strands of her hair out of her face, his eyes connecting with her green ones.

"Okay." She said sleepily, a small smile on her face as she leaned forward and pecked him on the lips. "See you in the morning. And don’t be afraid of going a little faster," she giggled as her eyes fluttered shut again.

Dabi grinned, his blue eyes glowing as he watched her fall back asleep, slowly pushing back into her.

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Heaven's Tower.

Written for a very lovely anonymous commissioner.

Pairing: Yandere!OC x F. Reader.

Word Count: 3.0k.

TW: Non/Con, Heavy Bondage, Overstimulation, Unbalanced Power Dynamics, Themes of Forced Dependency, Slight Infantalization, and Mentions of Death.

[Part One]

Your apathy didn’t last very long. Celia’s hand fell to your chest, her golden threads wrapping around your wrists and bitinginto your skin, and you realized she wasn’t going to let you drift that far. Or let you drift at all, really.

Not if it meant your attention would be on anything but her.

You made a half-hearted effort to sit up, to resist, but her strings drew taut and dragged your backward, only stopping when your body hit the ornamental headboard your hands had been secured well above your head. Impulsively, stupidly, you tried to fight against that, too, but her threads snaked farther down – to your forearms, then your biceps, only tapering off at your shoulders, leaving you unable to do so much as move without their hold growing tighter, cutting deeper. It didn’t hurt, but you could already tell that it could, if she wanted it to. If you gave her a reason to think it would be more entertaining to make it so it did.

With nothing left to do, you looked up at her, glared, did your best to scowl in a way you already knew she wouldn’t find intimidating, not after so many weeks of watching you handle a sword like a child might wave around their first mock-weapon. “Stop. Don’t—”

“Don’t touch me? Get away? Leave me alone?” Her voice was low, distant, and she was already distracted, nimble fingertips working at the hem of your shirt. You’d lost your armor on the last floor to an amorphous, grabbing thing with as many hands as it had pointed, bloody teeth (a placement you were beginning to think was far less coincidental than you'd hoped), but you doubted a little more metal would’ve done you any good. With a flick of her wrist, a flash of silver light, two claw-like ornaments appeared on her smallest and ring fingers, and without care nor hesitancy, she dragged the sharped tips down the center of your shirt, letting the tattered material fall to either side of your chest. “You should relax, princess. You’ll just get yourself worked up, and—” She paused, meeting your eyes, a cruel smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “We’ve all seen how… absent-minded you can be when you’re overwhelmed.”

She was doing it to provoke you, to make you thrash and yell and spit vile things until she threw her head back and laughed and you felt stupid for ever indulging her. With no small amount of restraint, you bit down on the side of your tongue, turning away from her, and Celia chuckled, already moving on. You felt her hands on your hips, another pair of golden strings wrapping around your legs, beginning to edge your pants downward before deeming the task too tedious and tearing through the fabric, only stopping briefly to clear away the scraps before curling around your legs. “Not that you’ve ever been very tactical. I mean, getting yourself hurt, trying to part ways, going so far as to lie to me – if anything, we should be starting with a punishment rather than a reward.” She bent down, her lips ghosting faintly over the lower apex of your diaphragm. “I’m so nice, aren’t I? Truly, if there ever was a goddess of mercy, you’re sharing her company now.”

Again, you refused to dignify her with a response, and again, she proved that ignoring her simply wasn’t one of your (increasingly more limited) options. The way she touched you was surprisingly utilitarian – graceful, sure, but planned in a way you couldn’t ignore as a hand came to rest just above your hip, another cupping your now-exposed cunt. You flinched back, attempted to clamp your thighs together, to cut her off, but her golden strings pulled your legs apart without a trace of effort and Celia only smiled, grinned, drew back just far enough to kiss your collarbone as she ground the heel of her palm into your clit – drawing out a choked gasp and forcing you to jolt violently. Predictably, she wasn’t concerned. You couldn’t be sure why you still expected her to be.

“Poor little thing.” Pitchy, mocking, drawn out to the point of pure infantilization. You looked away, but it did little to block her out, to dampen the sensation of two calloused fingers tracing over the length of your slit. “I kept an eye on you, y’know. Before we met, I mean.” Two fingers, pushing into you, moving too slowly to let you escape any part of it. “How long has it been since you had any fun? Six months? Seven? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so much as try, even though I gave you plenty of time to yourself.” She clicked her tongue, let her breath fan over the dip of your shoulder. “I can’t even begin to imagine how needy you must be, princess.”

You grit your teeth, balled your fists. “I’m not—”

“Is that true?” She didn’t so much as attempt to let you finish, pulling away and raising her hand, spreading her fingers apart and forcing you to see the slick, translucent threads that ran between them. It was all you could do to shut your eyes, to pretend you couldn’t hear the sound of her breathless laughter. “You don’t have to be ashamed. From now on, you’ll have me to take care of you.”

She didn’t wait for a response, not that you would’ve been able to give one. In a fraction of a second, she was inside of you again, thrusting her fingers into your cunt with just a little more force than she absolutely had to use. With her claws folded into her palm, she spared no kindness, scissoring you open, grinding into you, finding every spot that made you tense and squirm and abusing them, abusing you, all for her own entertainment. Even with your eyes closed, you could still feel her stare prying into you, still feel her grin pressing into your flesh as she kept you pinned and vulnerable underneath her. Her fingers curled, the pad of her thumb pressing into your clit, and you were thrown over the edge as abruptly as you’d been brought to it, going rigid as you cried out involuntarily. You didn’t want to, you did everything you could to fight it, but resistance was futile, as useless as ever trying to escape her at all. As useless as ever trying to get out of here. As useless as doing anything in this dungeon but lying down and waiting for something awful and inorganic to come along and put you out of your misery.

In the back of your mind, you expected her to stop after your strangled moans died into clipped whimpers, after your body went slack and you began to twitch more out of overstimulation than overwhelming pleasure. But, that would’ve been too easy, too kind. Instead, Celia only moved faster, only drove her fingers in deeper, her mouth drifting from your neck to your chest, grazing over your collarbone before finding your nipple and biting down, making no attempt not to break the skin, let alone be gentle. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt.

It hurt, and yet, for the second time in minutes, your found your vision burning white, your mouth falling open as the world caved in on itself. You would’ve clung to her if you could’ve, but you settled for arching your back, for feeling her weight against yours. You could feel yourself clenching around her, convulsing underneath her, and while you hated it, while you hated her, there wasn’t anything you could do to stop, not until your energy was spent, not until you couldn’t move at all. Only then, she stopped, drew back, met your eyes as she slid two fingers into her mouth, groaning audibly as she tasted you. Grinning all the while, of course.

It struck you, at that moment, just how drastically you’d misread her during your short time together in the dungeon. You thought she’d been a soldier, or a knight – someone brave and valiant and too confident in her own skills to ever take your advice, not that you’d ever had much to give. She seemed so… so cocky, now, so obviously in control, a beast leering over her latest kill. It was no wonder she’d never needed your help. It seemed obvious to you, now - watching her summon her golden threads back to her, feeling them uncoil from your limp body and return to their master before dissipating into nothing more than light – that this was her natural terrain, that she’d never been scared. You couldn’t remember if she’d ever pretended to be, either. She wouldn’t have needed to. You’d been so desperate for someone, anyone to be with, you would’ve believed anything she said.

“See? Doesn’t that feel better?” It didn’t, but you couldn’t say anything, your throat dry and your mouth filled with ash. Celia went on, unbothered. “That’s why I paid attention to you, you know.” If you hadn’t known better, you would’ve mistaken her tone for something calm, for something docile. You wouldn’t have noticed the subtle edge, the trace of something sharp that laced every word. You wouldn’t have thought to look. “Normally, my heroes allow their spirits to lull. They grow weary, after some time. Their pace slows, their blades rust, and they find themselves slogging through the depths of my tower until they’ve lost the strength to so much as stand. Not you, though. You just kept climbing. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought you were trying to seek me out. It was…” She trailed off, sighed. “Is cute the right word? Pathetic? Endearing?”

You felt her shift forward, resting her hand on your upper thigh. “Even if I know you didn’t do it all alone.”

Something sharp and clumsy began to claw its way up your throat, fighting to move forward despite your attempts to swallow it down. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“And I don’t think you’ve realized where you are, yet.” On your hip, now, her fingertips pressing into your flesh. “Do you think I missed all your little friends, love? Do you take me for such an ignorant caretaker, I can’t even keep track of all the little mice running around within my walls?”

She shouldn’t know about this. No one should know about this. No one but you. “That’s not—”

“How many were there?” You didn’t respond. She only chuckled, kissing the dip of your shoulder. “This doesn’t have to be so difficult, love. How many?”

You hesitated, but not for very long. “There were four of us.”

Her mouth was on your neck, her teeth against your skin. The ceiling spun above you, blurred and nonsensical. No different from the rest of her hellscape. “And did you ever try to go back for them?”

It was a stupid question. Even if you’d wanted to go back, you couldn't have. The corridor was completely sealed off, and even if it hadn’t been, no one could’ve survived that kind of heat, made it out of a fire that intense. You'd heard the screaming. No one could’ve survived that. No one would’ve wanted to. “I—It wasn’t my fault. They were the ones who wanted to stay. They thought it was safe.”

“Sounds like someone has a guilty conscience.” A kiss to the corner of your mouth, another to your temple, the second lingering for so, so much longer than it had to. By the time she pulled away, her smile had softened into something you might’ve been able to call ‘comforting’. “We’ll find a way to fix that.”

Out of instinct and little else, you opened your mouth, prepared to ask her what she meant, but your answer came suddenly, immediately, roughly, in the form of a thick spiral of golden threads wrapping around your head, lodging itself past your lips and over your tongue. Another pair snaked around your ankles, one drawing your right leg outward while the other wound up to your thigh, the tapered end tracing over your slit. You shrieked into her threads, but Celia just smiled, fell low enough for your chest to press into hers and her warmth to grow unbearable. “We’re going to have some fun, that’s all,” She muttered, something playful and repulsive in her tone. “I promise, you’ll enjoy yourself.”

She kissed your forehead, drawing back and settling into the space between your legs. You attempted to tear at your gag, to kick against her, but your bonds tightened and Celia caught your wrists, pinning them to your stomach with an inhumane sort of strength. “Consider it a reward. To welcome my beloved little princess to her tower.”

You only screamed, the sound muffled and pathetic. Predicable, she didn’t seem to care.

The threads weren’t gentle. Nothing she was doing to you was gentle, but somehow, this felt rougher, more sudden, more intrusive as the tapered point forced itself into your entrance, filling you up in a way her calloused fingers hadn’t been able to. You didn’t let yourself look at it, allowing your head to lull to the side, your vision to blur with (what you hoped weren’t) tears, but you could feel it – thick, ridged, textured in a way that made your body go stiff and what was left of your mind melt as it pushed farther into you, as you were given time to feel something other than total, numbing terror. It didn’t hurt, you knew what pain felt like and you knew that this wasn’t pain, but the pressure was almost insufferable, pressing into your core, lodging itself in the back of your throat, making you feel like you couldn’t move without letting the tendril slip deeper, without letting Celia push more of you out to make room for herself. It felt wrong. It felt artificial.

It felt good, and you hated it.

It was a small, bitter kindness that she began slowly, flicking her fingers back and leading her strings as they began to move, to fuck you in abrupt, shallow thrusts that grew longer, more substantial as your toes curled and your hips bucked against your will. You tried not to react, not to feed into her sadistic delusion that she was doing any of this to help you, but you couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop yourself from whimpering behind your gag as the tendril’s pace fell into an aching rhythm, as your restraints forced your legs to bend and fold back, until your knees dug into your chest and her tendril was allowed to drill into you with no limits, with nothing to stop it from plunging as deeply as it’d like to as forcefully as it’d like to – which as to say, as forcefully as Celia wanted it to. As forcefully as she possibly could. As forcefully as she thought you could handle, without breaking you completely.

With one last kiss to your cheek, Celia let go of your hands – not that there was anything you could use them for, at that point. You were reduced to clawing at the mattress, to balling up the sheets in your fists as you felt her mouth on your hip, then your inner thigh as she sucked deep, harsh bruises into your exposed skin, forming a trail of lovebites down your midriff and over your leg. Before you could realize what she was doing, what she was working towards, her lips sealed around your clit and she took to what she seemed to do best – hurting you, making you thrash and squirm and scream, for as little good as any of it did. You couldn’t stop yourself, couldn’t do anything as her hands came up to your waist, as the tip of her tongue rolled over your bundle of nerves and every part of your body went still. You reacted on impulse, your fingers soon tangled in her hair and your nails embedded in her scalp, but her only reaction was a tightened grip, a soft moan into your cunt that left you clenching around her tendril. Torture. It was torture.

It was torture, and she was more than happy to carry it out.

Impossibly, it only got worse. The tendril sped up, began to curl and twitch inside of you in addition to its terrible thrusting, and Celia managed to bring herself closer, to run the flat of her tongue over your clit in a way that left you struggling to breathe between pitchy whines and cracked sobs. You couldn’t be sure when you started crying, but you couldn’t deny it anymore, couldn’t put a stop to the tears flowing freely down your cheeks despite your shut eyes, despite your attempts to convince yourself that nothing she did had any effect on you. What little dignity you had left was already starting to slip away, drained out of you by the feeling of her threads against the walls of your pussy, the pressure on your clit, the pure heat in your core—

Celia hummed, loudly, purposefully, and your back arched off of the mattress, a silent cry slipping past your lips as everything went blank. It took long, agonizing seconds for your body to come down, for your pussy to stop clenching around her, and even then, her golden threads lingered, only dissolving once Celia had her fill of seeing you suspended and spent.

As soon as she let you go, you collapsed, every ounce of your energy drained, pumped back into you, and drained again. You felt the mattress dip, and vaguely, you were aware of Celia moving towards you, positioning herself at your side, cupping your cheek with one hand while the other propped up her head, allowing her to stare down at you like some great, condescending idol. You didn’t feel angry. That would’ve meant you could think, that you could recognize her as more than a dull, murky blur. That would’ve meant that you could feel much of anything, that she hadn’t already pushed you far past the point of total numbness.

“I think,” Low, soft, just barely above a whisper. You failed to stir, but once again, Celia didn’t seem to mind, only laughing as she went on.

“That you and I are going to have a lot of fun together, princess.”

[jinuaei]

Commission #1

Commission by @phantom-pyro, thank you very much! You're my first client and it honestly suprised me that someone would actually commission me. So from the bottom of my heart, thank you <3

I might have done more than expected but I enjoyed it! Reason why was bc I don't know how to show that GF is Leon in 1 image, and I like stories.

"I humbly ask of yee to draw Leon as Ghostface and as a yandere please. I would have liked to give you creative liberty but if you do need something to work off with then no worries. I would like it if our precious Ghostface Leon would be stalking y/n in their room through a window. It be cool if they do the crouching thing when Ghostface from dbd stalks."

(Actually I think the last image is enough whoops~)

Commission me here: Kofi

[cheesus-doodles]

If only life was always so simple.

Because I'm a simp with a soft heart and @purarupu 's talent has no limits, please have another absolute heartwarming piece of Izzy and Boss! 🥹 Thank you for your hardwork on such a gorgeous piece! (click for better res)

Patting myself on the back for another chapter done, do check Swallow the Sun out!

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[yoxnire]

Uninvited Guest

Cannibal murder mystery brain rot 😋

[aphroditelovesu]

Yan!Alexander the Great w/ Soldier's Pregnant Widow!Reader

❝ 📜 — lady l: this is a commission that I was very happy to do! I'm sorry for the delay, I confess that I had forgotten this in my drafts and only remembered it after reading your messagem, anon! I hope you enjoy it and, as requested, it is more based on Alexander's feelings for the Reader. Forgive me for any mistakes! ❤️

❝tw: mention of death, mourning. pregnancy and fluff.

❝📜pairing: yandere!alexander the great x female!reader.

You were the wife of one of Alexander's cavalry soldiers who, unlike many other soldiers' wives, decided to accompany him to war. You loved your husband deeply and did not want to be separated from him.

Your husband also loved you deeply. He wasn't a general or a high-ranking officer, but your husband tried to make you as comfortable as possible in this violent environment. He was loyal to you, something rare but one you appreciated. You loved him with everything in you.

Until the day you lost him. During the Battle of Granicus, your husband died in battle and your world collapsed. You had lost the man you loved and it felt like an endless road. Alexander, being the beloved King that he was, buried the dead soldiers with the necessary honors and spoke to the wives present in the camp. And one of them was you.

Alexander was immediately enchanted by you. He was surprised at how you handled your grief, clearly you loved your husband very much and the pain of the loss you felt captivated him. He didn't take long to approach you subtly at first.

Alexander was kind and protective, offering his condolences and staying by your side. His words were kind and his discreet smiles were reserved just for you. More observant people didn't take long to notice the King's interest in you, but they never dared to say anything, not when they knew his temperament.

You found yourself lost in a sea of pain and sadness, unable to find comfort in anything around you. Alexander's comforting presence was like an anchor in the midst of the storm, offering support and compassion in such a dark time. He understood your pain as he had also lost soldiers close to him.

Alexander felt compelled to protect and care for you, not only out of gratitude for your husband's sacrifice, but also because he genuinely cared for you. His discreet smiles and kind gestures were an attempt to ease your pain, to be a ray of light amid the darkness you faced.

Although you fought your feelings, you found yourself enjoying the King's presence. But you soon discovered that you were pregnant by your late husband and you decided to focus on honoring your husband's memory and focusing on the baby growing inside you.

Alexander didn't like it at all when you tried to move away from him but he soon understood why. He wasn't angry or anything, but surprised and slightly bothered. You would have a child, something he wanted, but it wouldn't be with him. He couldn't blame you, though, it wasn't your fault.

As time passed, your belly grew and the pain of loss lessened, you found yourself more and more involved in the camp's activities, keeping yourself busy to keep away the thoughts that haunted you at night. And you found yourself increasingly close to Alexander, who made his feelings for you very clear.

He respected the fact that you weren't ready to get married due to the fact that you were pregnant, he could wait until the baby was born. But he wasn't far from you, spending his free time by your side while also taking care of you. You owned your own tent and personal effects, along with those of your late husband.

In time, your husband's child was born, and you held it in your arms with love and sadness. It was a part of him you would carry forever, a living reminder of the man you loved so much. Alexander was present and he acted as if your child were his. He didn't even like it when people mentioned it wasn't his.

You were his and your baby was his too. Alexander was skeptical about it at first but he warmed up to the idea. The mourning period is over and your child has been born, now it is time for you to become his wife and have children of his own.

[nexysworld]

Summary: It was like staring at a finished puzzle, everything clicking together correctly. Yet despite his fantasies, and how peaceful you looked – he knew deep down a piece was missing. The truth was you weren’t really his, at least not in the way he wanted, and he was going to have to change that. Pairing: RE4R!Yandere Leon x Reader Tags: Suggestive themes but no smut, Yandere, Mentions of murder, stalking, canon typical violence, kidnapping, obsessive behavior, drugging A/N: This was a ko-fi commission for a really wonderful person. I had so much fun writing a little self contained story about Yandere Leon. <3

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Part I: The Small Details

Leon tapped his fingers against the scratchy worn fabric of the couch as he watched you curled up on the other end of the sectional nearly asleep. The colors of the TV flashing across your skin, the only light in the dark living room. He’d lost count of the number of times he’d found himself admiring you like this – running his eyes over the contours of your face, imagining what it would be like to trace them with his fingers. You were always the cutest like that, eyes lidded, mouth parted slightly as you teetered between dreamland and reality.

It was like staring at a finished puzzle, everything clicking together correctly. Yet despite his fantasies, and how peaceful you looked – he knew deep down a piece was missing. The truth was you weren’t really his, at least not in the way he wanted. As close as the two of you were, he was aware of the fact he was only a friend to you.

Every time he felt he was getting closer to making you his, you would wander off into the arms of another asshole. Every time it ended the same way, with you running back into his arms sobbing, if only you could see how much better off you’d be with him. If only you knew. 

Though, what he neglected to tell you was he was the reason each of them ran off. Typically it didn’t take much. Some blackmailing via the use of government tools coupled with the threat of violence usually did the trick. They’d be off, tail between their legs leaving you with nothing more than a break up test or worse, being ghosted. He hated to see the downfall of it, the way the tears spilled down your cheeks as your face scrunched up. The sad way you’d ask him if you'd done anything wrong. It crushed him, but he knew it’s what you needed, what was best for you. Leon sighed, scooting slowly over to your sleeping form reaching a hand out to gently brush some of your hair out of your face before leaning down to place a soft kiss to your forehead. He let his lips linger there, taking in the scent of your hair and relishing the feeling of the contact. ‘Goodnight Sweetheart.’ He thought to himself before making his way to his own bed, down the short hallway. He curled under the plush sheets wishing you were with him.

The next morning he found you moving about the kitchen, cracking some eggs into a pan while the smell of bacon wafted towards him from the other. He loved watching you do things, somehow you managed to make even the mundane beautiful in his eyes. “Good morning.” “Oh, morning!” You said in return, pushing the eggs around in the pan as they cooked. “Hope you’re hungry. I think I cracked too many eggs by accident.” “Starving actually.” He went to pull the chair out to sit, interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone. A sigh escaped his lips as he saw Hunnigan’s name on the caller ID. If there was anything of note about the woman, it was that she had the world’s worst timing. “Give me a minute.” Leon said, bowing out of the room.  It was just a run of the mill mission, but the details took forever to get through, at least that’s how it was feeling when all he wanted to do was get back to you. The moment the woman finished her speech, Leon tucked his phone back into the pockets of his cotton gray pajama pants before sliding back into the kitchen and taking his seat.  “Work again?” You asked, scooping food onto his plate. “Unfortunately.” He replied, slightly muffled as he was already chowing down. He used his hand to cover his mouth before swallowing.  “You know, they’ve been reaching out to you a lot lately – are they ever going to give you a break?” Taking your own seat, he was already half finished by the time you scooted in and took your first bite. He shrugged, a smile coming to his face at your concern. “Comes with the territory.” “Territory? I mean the last time I was over here they were calling you at what, 3am? You had to book it out the door before barely saying goodbye.” “Like I said, it comes with the territory.” “Uh huh…” You replied, an eyebrow raising. “What kind of territory are we talking about? I know you’re not a doctor, or a cop, so what kind of job has you on-call 24/7?” Leon let out an annoyed sigh. This was a conversation the two of you have had many times since you met. He’d tried just about every tactic of avoiding the topic as he could, but you seemed unrelenting in your quest for knowledge about his line of work. “I work for the government.” “Sure, I know that, but most government workers are like 9-5’s, I thought that was the point.” “Not that kind of government – You’re always asking me this, why do you want to know so bad?” “Because you’re my friend Leon.” Ouch. “And I care about you.” ‘Then why can’t we be more than friends?’ He thought to himself before shooing the thought from his brain. He considered your words for a moment, taking a sip of his orange juice. “Will you take no for an answer?”  “No!” You said firmly, a triumphant smirk overtaking your features. “Especially not this time. C’mon Lee, please? Please?”

As much as he wanted to stay firm, like he always did, something about this particular morning and the sound of your pleading voice cracked his shell just a little. “I can’t tell you, because I don’t want you to get hurt because of it.” “Oooooh spooky.” You replied with a roll of your eyes. “If you won’t tell me I’ll just have to start guessing. Let’s see, what kind of government job would be dangerous and have you darting off at all hours of the night. Hmmm.” You brought your chin to your face in mock thought – Leon would’ve thought it was adorable if not for how much he didn’t want to be having this conversation. “Are you in the mafia?” Well that’s not what he was expecting, he almost choked on his OJ, brow raising as he let out a snort. “Mafia? You can’t be serious!  Where’d you even get that from, you think just because I’m Italian I’m in the Mafia.” He teased in return.  “It makes sense, a secret life of crime – working with the government to take out rival families.” “You watch too much TV.” “Ok, ok, that was ridiculous. But seriously, I thought we were close. You can’t even tell your best friend what you do for a living? Do you not trust me? I’m hurt.” Your bottom lip jutted out into a mock pout and you batted your eyes dramatically.

He knew you well enough to know that you were half kidding. The pout and exaggerated tone were part of the joke, but damn if that look still didn’t kill him inside. “Fine.” He conceded. “I work for a special part of the federal government. Let’s say we handle things like viruses and stuff.” “Viruses…and stuff?” The way you tilted your head like a confused puppy made his heart trump out of beat for just a moment. “What does that even mean?” “I guess you could say we clean up after them, make sure they don’t spread. That kind of thing.” He was hoping her questioning would stop soon if he gave just enough information to satisfy your curiosity finally – he should have known better though. “But then why would knowing that have anything to do with me getting hurt?” Your eyebrows knitted together, frustration evident on your face. He wanted to smooth out those anger lines with him thumb. “Leon, there’s something you’re not telling me and I don’t like it. What do you really do for a living?” “I just told yo–” “No, cut the crap. Tell me the truth. The real truth. The whole truth –” “Or so help me god? What is this, an interrogation at the witness stand?” “Not funny.” You said firmly, crossing your arms as you leaned back in your chair, staring him down. “Not only am I hurt that you’re still not being honest, but now I’m worried too. Worried about you.” Leon matched the intensity of your stare, taking the last bite of his food. He mulled over things quickly, knowing he had to reply soon before the situation grew more tense. On the one hand, he still didn’t want to open that can of worms with you. On the other hand, maybe if you did understand what was out there, what he protects you against every day it would bring you closer. Maybe it was just the thing he was needing to take things to the next step, have you all to himself – to finally fit that last piece of the puzzle into place.

“Ok, if you really want to know what I do for work, let me show you.”  “Really?” “Really. But I do have to warn you, you might see some pretty gnarly things.” “I can handle gnarly.” “If you say so.” He knew this was a gamble on his part, but he was too committed now to back out. Scooting his chair out, he stood grabbing his dishes. “Wait here for me, I’ll be right back.” He gently set the glass and porcelain into the sink as you gave him a thumbs up, a tiny piece of egg stuck to the corner of your mouth. Instinctively he reached out, flicking it off your face. “So messy.” He chided, teasingly.  Leon headed down the hall and past his bedroom at the locked door of his home office. He’d never let you in there before, and he wasn’t about to let you in there now. Too much evidence of his love for you, among other things. Pictures of your smile scattered about in the forms of polaroids, documents he printed for keeping tabs, and an extra file cabinet dedicated to those he deemed unworthy of your life. 

None of that was important though, what he was really looking for was the heavy metal laptop on the center of the cheap wood desk. The “Property of the United States Government’s Division of Security Operations” logo was worn down from years of use. Leon hadn’t bothered to request a new one, only ever using it for filing and reading reports – or a virtual meeting on the rare occasion. Grabbing it, he slunk back to the living room, leaning back down onto his couch. 

A wave of anxiety washed over him as he considered what he was truly about to do, what he was about to show you. “Done eating?” He asked, patting the seat next to him.  You responded by standing and stretching for a moment before walking over and plopping down next to him. Eyeing the laptop a smirk came to your face. “I guess you really do work for the government. I’ll be damned.” “The sticker give it away?” He asked with a chuckle. With the press of a button, the laptop came whirring to life. As it loaded he looked at you. “I know this probably goes without saying, but anything you see is confidential. Anything. I could get in a ton of trouble if a civilian saw any of this.” “Scary. But yeah I get it.” He could see the subtle change in your expression. Underneath that excitement and confidence there was a hint of trepidation. 

Leon gave you one more moment to back out, before he entered his information into the login screen. Once the desktop was in view, he opened the web browser and pressed his finger to the scanner on the keyboard. “D.S.O Case Archives,” read the top of the web page. He toggled through a few navigational pages until finally an archive of folders appeared. “There’s two case files I want to share with you. The first was the incident that lead me to my current job.” He clicked on the file titled, “Raccoon City,” a document appearing on the page. Details of the year and date were at the top along with a case summary. “Go ahead, check it out.” He handed the laptop over to you, letting you scroll through the document. Eyeing your face carefully, he studied each change in your expression, each hitched breath as you made your way through it. A gasp left your mouth at a photo halfway through. It was a clip taken from security footage, one of the ‘lickers’ as Leon remembered dubbing them. The monster had its tongue out, deformed face almost staring at the camera. “This is a joke right? That can’t be real.” Despite your best efforts to remain brave, Leon could sense the unease beneath it all. “It’s not a joke.” He assured softly. 

“Is that you?” You asked, pointing to a picture farthing down on the document. It was an old photo of himself, still in his RPD uniform. It looked more like a mugshot, he was in a gray room bandage wrapped around his shoulder.  “Yeah. It was my first day as a cop when the outbreak happened.” “You were a cop, I never knew that…. But Raccoon City? I’ve never even heard of a place like that.” “That’s because you didn’t read far enough.” You leaned back for a moment taking in that information before returning to the webpage, scrolling through as you finished the report, eyes scanning over every line of text, every image. “Wait, the government bombed the city? Just like that? Wiped off the planet?” He nodded solemnly, patting you on the back. “Yeah. They thought it was the only way to prevent national panic and contain the outbreak. I managed to get out, but so many people weren’t as lucky.” “I don’t understand.” “That’s just how the government operates –” “No… I mean… Why would you work for them now? After knowing what they did?” 

Not expecting the question, he thought for a moment before deciding to just be truthful. “It wasn’t my choice. After I managed to get out, I was picked up by some agents wanting to interview me. Afterwards I was “asked” to join this government program.” He shrugged it off. “I don’t mind it though. I became a cop because I wanted to help people, and I still get to. The money’s good, and if not for this job I’d never have moved here and met you.”  A dry laugh escaped your lips at the last part. “You’re insane. But I guess it’s good you can think positively after…that. I’ll be honest though, I don’t know if I fully believe this. I don’t think you’re lying but like, monsters? Zombies? If I didn’t know you as well as I did I’d be calling you crazy.”  ‘If only you knew just how insane I am for you.’ He nodded in agreement. “I get that. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes I wouldn’t have believed it either.”  “And so like, you deal with things like that all the time?” “I wouldn’t say all the time. Some missions are more normal y’know? Stand bodyguard for some high ranking official. Escort this person, investigate this lead – a lot of which don’t go anywhere.” He shrugged it off.  “What…what was that second one you wanted to show me?” “Are you sure? You look a little freaked out. We can stop.” “No, no I want to see. Please.” You said, handing the laptop back to him.  He didn’t question you further, instead exiting the document before scrolling to find the next one. “The Kennedy Report - Las Plagas” was the title. Again, the folder contained a document littered with information and photos. 

Not even waiting for him to speak, you grabbed it from him, hunching over as if getting as close to the screen as possible would help you take in the information. “Wait, you wrote this report? And…Leon this was the last time you were away.” The shock on your face was palpable, mouth agape, eyes wide. He found it amusing that information alone had such an effect on you and you hadn’t even made it to the meat of the report yet. It made his heart thud. “Yeah, and yep.” He confirmed.  “The President’s daughter? No way…” You continued to mutter little comments to yourself as you read along – nose nearly touching the monitor by the time you reached the first picture of a plaga. “Jesus christ! What the fuck is that thing?”  He could tell you weren’t really asking, as you just continued your venture through the webpage, face becoming more contorted with confusion and an unreadable expression to Leon. The bottom of the report held a photo of him and Ashley Graham standing next to one another outside a helicopter. You reached out to touch the screen, finger on his chest. The look of discomfort on your face was quickly replaced with a smile, as if you were masking whatever it was you were really feeling. “That’s what you wear at work? If that shirt was any tighter you might bust through it, really showing off the muscles, damn.” 

He couldn’t contain the snort that left him. You were too precious, making jokes to deflect how you were really feeling. It was something Leon himself was all too familiar with, just another reason he knew you were that missing piece to him. 

Grabbing the laptop, he closed the lid and set it on the side table. He didn’t speak, giving you a few minutes to process. 

“That was real?”  “Yeah.” “All of it?” “Yeah.”  Nodding, you flopped sideways to rest your head on his shoulder. He felt his chest tighten at the contact, resisting the urge to wrap his arm around you and kiss your forehead – just like he’d done when you were sleeping. “Thank you for telling me. I get now why you didn’t before. I’m sorry for prying.” “It’s alright. I get the curiosity.” Daring to take a chance, he did wrap his arm around you, combing his fingers through your hair. He felt you relax against him. “Made me feel a little better actually.” “Really?” “Yeah, it’s not often I get to open up like that.” “Can I ask you a question?” “Of course.”  “You said part of why you never told me before was because you were worried about me getting hurt. What…what did you mean by that?” “Working on missions like that puts me in front of  a lot of dangerous people. That’s not even including the government itself – they like their secrets. I guess I’m just worried the more you know, the more there’s a possibility of you being a target.” It was there, only for a second, but he caught it – a look of fear, it nearly crushed him. “Don’t worry though.” He added. “I’d never let anything happen to you. Ever. Promise.”  “Lee…” The nickname you only used on special occasions, your voice so soft if you weren’t leaning on him he wouldn’t have heard it.  “Yeah?” He didn’t expect the way you moved so quickly, moving so you were straddling his lap, staring directly at him – looking into his eyes with an intensity he’d never seen before. You gulped down and took a few breaths in as if to stop yourself from crying before wrapping your arms around him tightly, chin resting tightly on his shoulder. He mimicked your actions, squeezing you tightly against him.  It affirmed his decision that telling you was the right thing to do. He could already sense that you two were closer after this, knew you’d be his soon. For now though he chose to linger in the moment, enjoying the way you felt against him – how you clung to him.

Part II: The Short Interlude 

Leaving that conversation with Leon left you feeling indescribable. It was easy at first to shake away those icky feelings, burying them under the ongoings of day to day life – but at nighttime the struggle would begin. The lingering memory of those awful images and nearly worse the stories behind them. 

Denial was the first thing you tried, shaking your head as if the thoughts would empty themselves too. ‘That would never happen here. That stuff couldn’t possibly be real. The government wouldn’t really do that, right?’ The more you thought about it though, the more feelings of anxiety would wash over you. It had you rethinking a lot of things, things you wouldn’t normally have taken so seriously. Several late nights were spent suddenly missing your family, or old friends you haven't seen in a while. 

The growing ‘what ifs’ weighed on you heavily to the point where you decided you wanted to be home again, close to your loved ones. If god forbid something happened they were who you wanted to be beside.

Of course you felt bad for leaving Leon, especially after how he admittedly opened up to you. It made you feel guilty, like the world’s shittiest friend. But worst of all, you knew you’d miss him. He was a great friend. The best really, more than you could ever ask for. The thought of leaving him behind tugged at your heart – but this is what you needed, at least for now. 

It took all of your willpower to muster the courage to pick up the phone and dial his number. Swallowing down the nervousness, you pressed the cool glass to your ear, letting it ring. Each loop of the dial tone made your resolve falter. About to end the call – he picked up on the last ring.  “Hey, Lee.” You said, pacing back and forth inside your own apartment, not wanting to stand in any one spot too long.  “Hey, it’s been awhile.” “Yeah – you know I wanted to apologize for that. I know I’ve been acting really weird since the day you showed me all that.” “That’s ok, I know it was a lot. Is everything alright? You don’t normally call, just stop by.” “Yeah, yeah.” You said clearing your throat awkwardly. “I just had something I wanted to tell you, that’s all.”  “Something to tell me over the phone and not in person?” You could hear the speculation in his tone. “Sounds like it must not be good news.” 

“I mean, I wouldn’t say it’s bad news.”  “Uh huh…. So what’s up then?” “Well this past weekend I went to visit my parents. While I was out there, I started looking around at places to move to.” “Wait, you went out of town and didn’t tell me? And now you’re talking about moving? Why?” “Well, I didn’t think I needed to tell you.” Shocked by his upsetedness you frowned, biting your lip in thought before adjusting the phone between your neck and shoulder. “Look, just after everything it got me thinking. I just think being near family is what I need right now.” “Is it because that stuff freaked you out? Because if it is, I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intent–” “No, no….I mean maybe a little. I know you didn’t mean it but –” “Come on, your whole life is here, you can’t really be planning on moving so abruptly.” “Leon –” “I’d miss you.” 

Those words crushed you. “I’m going to miss you too, Lee. A lot.” “Then don’t go.” His voice was quieter now, softer. If the phone wasn’t right up to your ear, you wouldn’t have heard it.  “Leon, I have to.” “No you don’t.” His voice was flat, authoritative – the abrupt tone shift shocked you.

“I already made an offer on an apartment.” The phone clicked, ending the call on his end. You stared down at the black screen for a moment before trying to redial the number. It rang twice before going to voicemail. You tried again a second time. Then a third time. By the fourth of him clearly declining your calls, you gave up. ‘Asshole, hanging up on me.’

It’s not how you wanted any of this to go. You slumped down onto your own couch, head in your hands as you thought about everything. “Man this sucks.” It was starting to get dark out, the streetlamps of the parking lot just flickering on, adding a soft yellow glow through the window. Even though you had lived alone this whole time, suddenly your apartment was feeling very lonely. You bounced your leg as you thought about your next move.

With nothing immediately coming to mind, you decided to try and distract yourself, flipping through the channels of your TV, not lingering on any one station for more than a minute or two, before starting back at the top of the list. When that didn’t work, you curled up under the throw blanket hoping sleep would be enough to distract you – instead, all it did was bring back the memories of the countless times you found yourself wrapped under one of Leon’s blankets, always soft and smelling like that fancy cologne he wore, as you’d fall asleep at his apartment. 

You fell asleep missing him.

Part III: The Whole Picture

The morning sun beat down heavily against your eyes. Mumbling you rolled over, not ready for the day to start yet, hands grasping at the plushness beneath you. The softness of the duvet lulled you back into that sweet sinking feeling, nearly unconscious again when it hit you. 

You fell asleep on the couch.

Where was the scratchiness of the knitted throw blanket? How did you have so much space to move? Jolting upright, you looked around, nearly blinded by the light against your sore sleep-filled eyes. Rubbing them quickly, you looked around while they adjusted, heart racing as you realized it wasn’t your living room. “What the–?” It was a plain white room, nothing really in it besides the bed and closet doors at the far wall. 

Attempting to stand, you almost fell, catching yourself against the tall bed. It felt like you were drunk, your head was clear, but your limbs felt numb and heavy, like walking with noodles for legs. It took a moment of deep breaths and sheer will for you to finally fling yourself from the bed to the window, putting your weight against the sill. 

All you could make out in the distance was a flat field of tall grass blowing in the wind, stopping only at a wall of trees. It was a far cry from the urban cement and neon lights of the city. You craned your neck to see if you could make out anything recognizable in either direction – it was just more of the same. A sea of unkempt grass surrounding whatever building you were in. 

A noise behind you made you jolt with panic, in fear you let go of the sill attempting to run as you collapsed to the ground. 

“Oh sweetheart…you’re not ready to be up and walking yet.” 

The familiar voice made you turn instantly, eyes locking with those sky blue ones you were so accustomed to. Your mind was so scrambled by everything going on you didn’t even register the pet name at first. “Leon?” “In the flesh.” He replied, moving to crouch down next to you. He ran his hand from your shoulder down your side to your legs, eyes scanning every part of you. “You alright?” “Where am I?” “Not important, with that drug in your system you might not feel if you hurt yo–” “What drug? Leon where the fuck am I?” Attempting to crawl away from him, he stopped you easily, wrapping an arm around you to hoist you up. Any attempt to kick your legs was futile between his strength and whatever was in your system, there was no helping you when he tossed you back onto the bed. 

“Calm down Angel, calm down. I’ll explain, just, you need to calm down.” “I don’t need to calm down. I need to know what’s going on!” You tried to sit up, but he pushed you back down gently. He leered over you, hands on your arms with a grip that was firm but not tight or painful. His face read full seriousness as you peered into his eyes – he didn’t speak, the cold mix of his stare and the ensuing silence made you wash over with fear.  “I said, calm down.” His words were flat, cold. You couldn’t ever remember hearing him like this. The cold aura that seemed to be emanating from him had you biting your tongue only for a brief moment. “How the hell do you expect me to calm down? Tell me what’s going on right now Leon.” “Always so stubborn.” He said softly, whole body relaxing above you before he let go of his hold. Making his way to the other side of the bed he flopped onto it, pulling you close so you were resting with your head on his chest. He wrapped one arm around you and used the other to gently caress your hair. The switching of emotions nearly gave you whiplash.

“I–” “Shh.” He cooed, continuing to pet you like he was taming a pet. “Shh, don’t speak Angel. I know you have a lot of questions, just relax.”

Your brain wasn’t comprehending anything going unless, especially not his odd demeanor or the pet names he was using in abundance. It’s not like you had never imagined yourself curled up with him like this before – but given the situation it just didn’t feel right. You dared to bring your eyes back up to his, and there they were soft, caring, just like you always remembered them being. Once comforting they were now unsettling. Nothing felt right at this moment; your stomach churned with unease and anxiety. If physically capable you’d have squirmed away, pushed at him, but you were stuck. All you could do was bite with your words. “I’m not going to shush. Not until I have answers, and quit calling me that.” You looked up at him, giving your best icy stare. He stopped running his fingers through your hair. “Alright, alright.” He conceded. “What’s your first question?” 

“Where am I?” “You’re home where you belong.” 

That wasn’t very helpful and certainly didn’t answer your question. “You know that’s not what I mean. Where is “home?”” It was brief but you caught his eyebrow twitch at your pushing, something you’d only ever seen when he was irritated and trying to hide it. 

“Home is with me, the exact location of this house you don’t need to know. Understand, princess?” The cold, flat tone was back again. “Any more questions?” “What did you do to me?”  “Nothing, silly.” “It’s not nothing, my arms, my legs –” “It was just a little medicine to help you sleep on the way here. It’ll wear off soon.”  “How did –” You actually didn’t want to know the answer to that. “Why?” “Why what?” He raised a brow as he tucked some hair behind your ear, an action that was once sweet – something you loved that he would do whenever you were upset. Right now though every touch of his fingertips stung, his non answers beginning to irritate you beyond belief. “What do you think I mean? Why are you doing this? Why did you bring me here?” “Because this is where you belong. I told you that already.” “Leon, come on. You know damn well that’s not what I meant!” You finally snapped out of frustration. “You know what? You’re fucking crazy – take me home right now!”  His grip on you tightened slightly, not as tight as before, but just enough as a warning. “This right here is exactly why you’re here.” He snapped back. “You don’t listen. You don’t think. You have no idea what’s best for you. I’m sorry but I can’t keep letting you go on like that, I have to keep you safe.” “Wha–” “I love you.” He said the words with such firm confidence you were stunned. Despite yourself your cheeks dusted red from hearing the confession, thoughts swirling through your head in hazy clouds of confusion. 

“Leon what the hell –” “I love you.” He said again, cupping your cheek with his palm. “That’s why you’re here. Why I have to keep you safe.” You swatted his hand away as best you could, confusion, anger, and shock morphing your features. He didn’t seem to care for your discomfort as he spoke again. “No more questions. Just relax.” He emphasized his point by sitting up and leaning forward to rub at your thigh. You weren’t sure what he was doing,definitely suspicious of his intentions, until he began kneading at your muscles with both hands. “Feel good?” He applied more pressure as he wired his way down, at first it was a strange sensation, pins and needles mixed with numbness, until it faded and all you could feel was the warmth of his hands on the spot he was working. “Use your words sweetheart.” “Don’t patronize me like that.” “You don’t have to be that way.” He sighed, but continued massaging your muscles. “It’ll help get you walking a little better so I can show you around, help you get settled in. I’m sure your attitude will change after a while” He spoke while he worked, pushing and rubbing against the flesh on both legs.  “Doubtful.”  You couldn’t deny it was pleasurable, but most of all you were keen on getting your movement back. It was clear that he was – crazy, to put it mildly. Either he snapped, or he was never really the Leon you knew, regardless, one thing was true: you needed to get out of here. “That should do it.”

He admired his work before slipping off the bed, and grabbing your hand. “Let me help you up.” Sliding both your legs over the side of the bed was much easier than before, though you were still lacking the ease of coordination you were used to. “You’re going to show me around now?” “That’s right.” Without the ease of proper limb movement you knew there was no making a run for it at this exact second. Considering your situation, you decided to be neutral, allowing him to show you around without much hassle. At best you figured it would be a good way to scout for information, a better understanding of your surroundings.  The house itself was basic. An old ranch style home, one story only a few rooms. Each one was sparsely decorated and furnished, similar to the bedroom you had woken up in. No personal items in sight, white walls, nothing cozy about it. It felt eerie, too cold and open. 

Leon prattled on with an explanation for everything. He left it blank so you two could make it your ‘own space’, he couldn’t wait to settle in with you and make it a home. You replied to his excitement with automatic answers when he forced them out of you, refusing to even feign appreciation. The wood flooring echoed loudly with each heavy step you placed down, you made note of that. Where he talked about putting up photos, you saw the window next to the wall as a potential escape route. The back door had an odd lock set up, several on the outside and the inside, clearly designed both for keeping you in and anything else out. ‘Don’t try that door.’ You added to your mental notes. The bathroom was the last one shown to you, simple, a white claw tub with a pull-string style toilet, mirror, and sink. Nearly nothing was noteworthy about it until your eyes caught the inside door lock, the push button kind. Sure enough, the outside of the knob lacked a keyhole, only that tiny circular pinhole – the only door in the whole house that locks only from the inside. You of course made note of that, bolding it in your head. “So, what do you think? I know it’s a lot different from what we had in the city, but I’m sure once it’s spruced up a bit you’ll feel better.” “Are you going to let me invite friends over?” You asked, sarcasm dripping from your tongue.

Of course if he noticed, he didn’t care, blowing past your attitude with more of his delusional talk. “I wouldn’t get your hopes up. It would be a long while before I would feel comfortable letting anyone step foot in here.”  “Sounds lonely.” You replied flatly, rolling your eyes before scanning around some more, trying to see if there was anything else that could help you. “You’ll have me.” He replied, pressing his lips to your forehead in a soft kiss. You steeled yourself to whatever emotion it brought out in you, resisting the urge to slap him. “Of course and when you’re halfway across the world for work, I bet I'll have tons of fun staring at the grass.” “We’ll get you a cat.” “Leon, I’m getting really  tired of this –” “You’re  pushing it.” “I’m pushing it? You take me to some texas chainsaw style house in the middle of nowhere against my will and I’m the one pushing it? You’re lucky you drugged me, otherwise –” “Oh cool it.” He ruffled your hair. “You’re adorable when you’re upset, know that? Like a kitten.”

You saw red, biting your lip, your hand came up to make contact with his face not able to contain the frustration anymore – disappointed when he grabbed your wrist catching it easily.  “Exactly what I’m talking about.” He pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand, letting out a deep sigh. “Look, I know something that will chill you out.” “I don’t want anymore medicine.” “It’s not medicine.”

“I don’t believe that.”  “You don’t have to.” He said with a shrug, before turning you and leading you carefully back through the house, stopping at the large set of french doors at the front. To your dismay it held the same, if not more locks than the back door. The large window next to it was a casement type with a crank, the slats looked just big enough for you to slip through if you could manage to get them open; another note added.

You watched as he dug in his pocket for his keychain. The green and black one made out of paracord, you recognized it as the one he always used for his car keys, except now it held a slew of others. Leon made quick work of the lock system, expertly flipping through each colored key. Anticipation burned in your core with every click of a lock turning into place, closer and closer to the smallest taste of freedom. 

The air outside was colder than you expected, the breeze that made the grass sway had picked up since your view out the window. It stung slightly against your cheeks, but felt great compared to the stale air of the house. Taking a deep breath in, you closed your eyes just enjoying the smell, the feeling, pretending he didn’t exist for a moment. The urge to run created an uncomfortable uneasiness in your legs.

The view wasn't much different than the one from the bedroom window. An endless sea of grass stopped only by a wall of trees in the far distance, except now the sunset was adding purple and yellow hues to everything. It occurred to you that you had no real idea how long you were out or what time it had been when you woke up. Nothing outside was distinguishable, nothing recognizable. At least until you scanned all the way to the right and noticed where Leon’s jeep was parked – if his vehicle was over there, then likely the path in and out was too. 

“I know how much you love the sunset, it’s better here too. Another reason why I picked this place just for you.” He took a few more steps out with you, but held you close to him. More of the property made its way into your vision, not a ton, but enough that when you looked to the side, you could definitely see the dirt path that led out into the thicket of trees. ‘That’s the way I need to go.’ “Sweetheart, are you listening to me?” “How could I not be, you’re right there.” You could see the annoyance on his features again, he didn’t bother to reply to you this time, instead looking off at the sky himself. You weren’t exactly sure what the plan was yet. Even if you hadn’t learned about the details of Leon’s work, it wouldn’t take a genius to know he would be hard to get away from. Anyone with working eyes could see how built he was, but coupled with knowing that he was skilled at likely this exact kind of thing – if you even had a 1% chance of escaping, you needed an advantage. A head start, a distraction, anything.

As the sun dipped lower and lower, the hazy warm colors of the sunset disappeared into the ever growing darkness that began overtaking the landscape. He wasn’t wrong, it was different from the city, no neon lights or dull street lamps for illumination. As pretty as the stars were twinkling above, the rest of the world was dark. Another thing to worry about, if you even managed to get outside long enough to run. 

Despite spending the entirety of the sunset in deep thought about your escape plan, nothing came to mind. Settling in on the fact that you would have to remain here at least for the night, you didn’t protest when Leon corralled you back inside.  “We should start getting you ready for bed.”  “I haven’t even been awake for more than a few hours.” You protested, not wanting to relinquish consciousness yet. “Today’s been stressful, and you’ve been extra fussy. It’s clear you need more rest.” He patted you on the back before toting you back to the bedroom, ignoring your protests. Sitting at the edge of the bed, you turned up your nose and looked away when he began to strip himself out of his day clothes, peeling the fabric off of himself to make way for his pajamas. “Sweetheart, you shouldn’t stain your neck like that, might hurt yourself.” “Whatever.” When you turned to look at him your eyes landed on the fact he was only choosing to wear a thin pair of pants as his ‘pajamas’. You’d seen him less than dressed before, but in this context it was definitely different. While you’d indulged in admiring his physique before, now it was a reminder of just how strong he was. The pants too left little to the imagination, him obviously having opted on going commando. “You don’t seriously plan on sharing a bed, do you?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t we?” “I don’t want to share a bed with you.” “That’s not up for you to decide. Besides, I’ve seen you sleep, you’re beautiful like that – I refuse to give up that view ever again.”

The words made your stomach churn. “Well, I’m not tired.” “That’s alright, you will be once you take your medicine. It’ll help you sleep.” Another protest died on your tongue as he disappeared from the room before returning with a few pills and a glass of water. They were small and pink, nothing you recognized. Accepting them from his hands, you considered if you should take them or if you could get away with only pretending. 

The decision was made for you as a crack of thunder outside jolted his attention for a moment, pulling him to the window. In a snap decision, you stuffed them into the pillow case before pretending to put your hand to your mouth the moment he turned to look at you before gulping down the water.  “Open for me.” You did as you were told. “Tongue up too.” You moved the muscle up and down, side to side to make sure that he could see nothing was within your mouth. “Stand.” “Oh come on, you told me to take the pills. I did.” “I said, stand.” He repeated, gently pulling you back to your feet.. He looked at where you had been sat, running his hand along the sheet and lifting the pillow before doing one final search on the floor. Pleased with the lack of what he found, he smiled at you. “Good girl. Let’s get some rest.” There was no avoiding the inevitable now as you slipped under the covers against your will. He’d pulled you in close to him, hot breath on your neck, body heat and muscles pressed into your back. His heavy arm laid over you like a blanket made of stone, keeping you in place. There you were stuck, trapped. Plush lips placed a few kisses on your neck as well, stiffening your body like a plank of wood. “Stop that.” You commanded, doing your best to jerk your neck from him. For once, he did as you asked, allowing you to adjust far enough away that you were out of the range of his lips, still stuck under his arm.

It made you sad, angry, every emotion in between. Despite only being aware of your situation for hours, it felt like a lifetime away that things were normal. You and Leon were friends, crashing on his couch while you watched movies – clinging to him at your most vulnerable emotional moments. Still no comfort was found in his touch, especially not in the dark silence of the room. If anything, it was making you feel worse than it had earlier, claustrophobic even. Despite knowing you needed to remain still, pretend to at least sleep, all you wanted to do was fidget, brain recounting the day's events over and over again, landing on that bathroom door. The knob, the only lock in the house that could benefit you.

The unbearable need to get away was gradually becoming all consuming the longer you were left with your thoughts. “Leon?” You called his name gently once his breathing had evened out along with his heartbeat. No response came, just a mild fluctuation in his breath, a twitch of his arm. ‘He must be sleeping.’

While no grand escape plan had come to you, the opportunity to at least get some solitude and to abate the restlessness in your legs kept tugging at your brain. Gently, you lifted his arm off of you, squirming out from under it to scoot to the edge of the bed. “Where …you…going?” His voice was slurred with sleep still, and he made no motion to move.  “I have to pee really bad.” You did your best to match that same slurred sleepiness, hoping he was still under the impression you’d taken whatever medication it was he’d given you.  “Just be quick.” He rolled over to the other side pulling the blanket with him as if he was settling back down to sleep.

Slowly you creeped around the bed, mimicking the heavy gait you had earlier when first waking up, even once you creaked the bedroom door open you continued allowing your footsteps to be heard, not wanting to make him suspicious of anything. 

The bathroom was exactly the relief you had intended. Freedom to stretch and move your limbs, freedom of silence that didn’t feel all encompassing as you lightly drummed your fingers against the porcelain of the sink. Time was limited this evening so once you had enough time to breathe, you flushed the toilet before splashing some water onto your face, resolving yourself to head back to the room.

Turning to make your way back, the little button lock on the bathroom door was pushed out towards you, catching your attention once more. Clicking the button into place, you attempted to twist the knob – sure enough it stuck in place just like you had hoped. ‘No fucking way!’ You cheered mentally. 

‘Ok, he forgot one lock… but how does that help me?’ Looking behind you, you took a chance by sliding the shower curtain open as quickly and quietly as possible. There eye to eye you came with a window. It was the same crank open type as the living room, but with only one panel that opened out. It would be a tight fit, but with enough determination you could probably fit. Debating on if this was something you should try tonight, or hold onto the idea for a better occasion. ‘But what better timing would there be before he noticed the lock?’

Taking a chance, you closed the door again making sure the lock was in place and testing the knob. “I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.” You chanted to yourself, stepping into the cold tub. The crank on the window was old, and you were sure it would be loud. “Quickly. Gotta do it quickly.” It took all your strength to get it to budge, arm muscle aching, but finally it gave way beginning to turn. A loud screech echoed within the tiny bathroom. Immediately you stopped, listening for movement from the other room. 

Nothing. So far so good. You went back to turning it, the window opening slowly with each turn. At the halfway mark you halted, this time the sound of another door creaking made the hair on your back stand straight. The thudding of heavy steps barrelling towards the door had your fight or flight mode going haywire.  “Sweetheart.” His voice was low with having just woken. “Come out here.” The sound of his fist against the door made your heart skip a beat and made your stomach churn as if you were going to throw up.  “No.” You called back, hurriedly trying to finish getting the damned window open.

His hand met the knob, attempting to turn it when it stuck. He jiggled it a few times, fear settling ice cold in your stomach at his voice. “Open. The. Door.”

It was a command. His fist continued to beat against the door and his other hand fought with the doorknob behind you, the wood creaking and bowing with each blow. It felt like time stood still and sped up all at once. The impending fear of him breaking through the door felt like it was only milliseconds away, while the crank of the window felt like it would take years to get open.  “Angel, I’m worried about you. Just open the door.” He called through this time, his voice a soft coo in comparison to the harsh way he was handling the few inches of wood that kept you apart. “No you’re not you freak! Leave me alone!” You shouted, voice wavering as a loud boom was heard behind you, followed by the sound of wood cracking. “Angel, I don’t want to scare you. I just need you to come out right now please. Just come back to bed. It’ll be alright – we both know you won’t make it far even if you get out the window.” So he did know your plan, if it weren’t for the adrenaline coursing through you, that might have rattled you. But you were determined, with one more push, the window was open enough for you to pull yourself up and through, just in time for one more solid blow to the door behind you. 

Plopping to the ground, you had just enough time to see Leon through the window staring down at you before you took off. Legs moving as fast as they could take you, you just ran. No thought for the path you saw earlier, no thought of where, just pure speed. 

It was so dark you couldn’t see anything through the tall grass as you ran, feet stinging as you stepped on various rocks and anything else hidden in the dirt between patches. Had your arms not been held out in front of you, a head-on collision with a tree would’ve been imminent as you reached the edge of the property. 

Not a track star by any means your stamina was waning as your legs grew sore. Knowing you couldn’t outrun him, you hoped you could at least hide, scrambling into the blanket of trees staying as quiet as you could. 

“Sweetheart!” You heard his voice calling you in the distance. “It’s not safe out here.”

You ducked down under the root of a large tree, shivering against the cold and silently praying nothing was under there with you. “Just come back and we can talk. You have no shoes, you’re not in outside clothes, it’s dark. I’ll give you one chance to come back, you’re not going to like it if I have to play chase Angel.”

‘I’m not your Angel, asshole.’ You hunched in on yourself more, trying to make yourself smaller as his voice grew louder, hoping you wouldn’t be noticeable. You didn’t hear him again, or any impending footsteps after several moments. Ambient noises of the forest overtook your ears, crickets chirping a frog in the distance croaking – hyper aware of everything, the hairs on the back of your neck stood straight up. You felt like a cat, ready to pounce at any second.

When there was still no sign of Leon, with limbs trembling, you stood, tilting your head to see if you could hear anything. The whistling of the wind picking up was the only difference, the cold air biting at you. Mustering up the courage, you took a single step forward. Then another, and another. Moving from one tree to another, praying to the universe that you made the right choice, that you were heading opposite of whatever direction Leon fucking Kennedy was in.  With each progression forward, the fear ebbed away as your confidence slowly renewed. The farther into the woods you managed to get, the darker it was getting. The canopy above began to block out any remnants of the small moonlight that guided any of your previous moves. Feeling vaguely safe, you stopped to take a breath and to assess what to do next – one possibility hunkering down until sunlight came. ‘Who knows how long that could be, and he’ll be scouring these woods all night.’

“You got this. Just think….think…”

And that’s when you felt it from behind, his arms clamped around you, one hand covering your mouth. A muffled “mmph” escaped you before you registered a sweet smell overtaking you. You flailed desperately, feet digging into the mud, nails making crescent shapes in his tight forearms, desperate to get away. Your movements were becoming uncoordinated again, head hazy as the world turned hues of pink. “Got you Sweetheart. It’s alright, it’s alright.” Leon’s voice cooed in your ear again. “I’m not upset, I promise. You don’t have to be scared. We just gotta get you home.” His words warped and began to sound strange as your vision went funny – the few dark shapes you could make out twisted and bowed like looking through a circus mirror. You couldn’t help the giddy and giggling feeling you had, leaning back into his touch. “That’s my girl, come here.” 

“N-no.” You protested between the laughter, like a child being tickled.

He lifted you bridal style, kissing your cheek before stealing a quick peck from your lips you neither returned nor rejected, watching for a moment his face was swirling in different shades of skin tones as he stepped out of the thicket of trees back into the field. “See? So much easier to be a good girl, isn’t it?” You flopped your head against his shoulder as he continued the trek back, not answering. Vaguely you heard him mumble something about making sure the windows were locked down, but you were too focused on the cartoon looking building that kept swaying in the breeze like grass, eyes becoming heavier and heavier. “I’m s’tired.”  “I know, Angel. I know, get some sleep. Tomorrow will be our real first day home.”

Too close to unconscious to process anything else, your eyes finally slipped closed, the sinking feeling of sleep wrapping itself around you.