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POV: after september 30, Leon chose to go to the farm and live happily ever after

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Made when Re9 was announced

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Capcom guys

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Random hockey Leon sketches today :3

(Flat) Colored ver!

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"Slow the hell down!!...WATCH THE ROAD, LEOOON!!!"💥——

Another episode of #AlbertWesker and his friends #ChrisRedfield #ethanwinters #LeonKennedy belike this.

I'm thinking about making a meme video out of this... The original template was made by @/Chajang_sub

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two very important men in my life

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Omg, bby

Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High?

Synopsis: You are summoned by Sylus in the middle of the night, a familiar occurrence whenever Sylus is drunk. Your encounter is filled with raw passion, where Sylus seeks solace in desperate sex as a way to cope with his inner turmoil.

warnings: nsfw minors dni. Sub! Sylus, soft dom! reader. reader is gn. (cock or strap), possessive behaviour, smoking, alcohol, anal sex. mention of masochism.

It’s three in the morning. The sky is dark, with stars peeking through the occasional cloud. The moon hides behind them, only occasionally slipping out to dimly light the street with its pale glow. You step out of the car, closing the door. The street is empty, everyone around is asleep, and only the sound of your footsteps can be heard.

You walk toward his house. The streetlight nearby casts a dim glow on the pavement, creating long shadows from the trees and bushes. A slight breeze rustles the branches.

You were asleep when the sharp ring of the phone jolted you from sweet slumber. You were ready to curse whoever woke you at such an hour until you saw who was calling.

You picked up the phone and brought it to your ear, still somewhere between sleep and reality. The voice on the other end was raspy, broken, with clear signs of drunkenness. He spoke softly, almost in a whisper:

"Could you come, please?"

As you get closer to the door, you notice that no lights are on. The house stands dark and still, almost abandoned. Pressing the doorbell, you wait, listening to faint sounds coming from inside. The door slowly opened.

Sylus appeared in front of you. He looks completely exhausted. Dark circles under his eyes suggest he hasn’t slept for several nights. He’s wearing a dark robe. His hair was wet, droplets of water clinging to the tips, as if he just got out of the shower.

He just stares at you for a moment, saying nothing, then steps aside, inviting you in without a word, leaving the questions for later.

As soon as the door quietly closes behind you, you feel Sylus suddenly pull you toward him. His lips find yours in a sudden, desperate kiss. He kisses you roughly, pushing you against the wall. His hands grip your clothes tightly, as if afraid you might slip away.

Your teeth clash against each other, and his tongue insistently invades your mouth, greedily sucking on your tongue, leaving you no room to breathe. You can taste the alcohol, and with every second, it becomes more and more apparent. This only makes the kiss wilder. His arms wrap tightly around your neck, pulling you even closer so that there’s no space between you.

Sylus suddenly pulled back, as if trying to control his emotions. He rests his head on your shoulder, his breathing becoming slightly more measured but still hot and heavy. You feel him take a deep breath of your scent. His voice is soft as he whispered directly into your ear:

“[name]… I need you as hell.”

This wasn’t the first time he drunk called you. Every time he was under stress, his only way to cope was to drink and then—call you. You knew this routine by heart: the late-night call, the raspy voice, and the plea to come. You knew that behind this was a deep emotional pain he could never express with words.

It was as if he was trying to drown something inside himself, and in sex with you, he sought comfort, or perhaps salvation. There were moments when, in the heat of passion, you noticed how his body trembled, and tears streamed down his cheeks while he held onto you.

Every time, it left you with mixed feelings. You kept coming because you understood that in those moments, he needed you the most, even though it was hard for you.

Each time you move faster, the leather couch squeaks, making rhythmic sounds.

At some point, you glance down and see Sylus’s body starting to convulse. His legs are tightly wrapped around your torso, knees tucked in, heels pressed against your back. His muscles tense up, and he throws his head back. You see him cum, his sperm spilling onto his own stomach. His face contorts in pleasure, eyes squinted, hands tremble as he clings to you, getting out his orgasm.

Finally, his body relaxed, hands slowly slipping off of you, and grip loosens. You could feel the tension leaving him, and as you get up, you sit beside him. Reaching for a pack of cigarettes, you took one, placing it between your lips, and with a flick of the lighter brought the flame to the edge. The first deep inhaled fills your lungs with smoke.

You heard the leather couch rustling quietly next to you. Sylus slowly moved, sitting on your lap. You pull the cigarette away so as not to accidentally hurt him. His face pressed against your neck. You gently run your hand through his hair, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"Sylus, you like it? Feel better now?"

He tilted his head to meet your gaze, staying silent for a few seconds, just looking into your eyes. There’s something in his gaze that you can’t quite comprehend. Slowly, without a word, he reached for your hand wich was holding the nearly smoked cigarette.

Sylus brought it to his chest and, without breaking eye contact, pressed the burning end against his skin, leaving a scorching mark. A soft sizzling sound is heard as it begins to go out. His face remained calm, but you can feel the tension in his body, see how the pain reflects in his breathing.

“I like everything you do with me [name].”

It was truly difficult to understand him. Every gesture, every emotional reaction seemed so contradictory. He was a person who hid his feelings behind masks and extremes, making his behavior almost unpredictable. You tried to make sense of it, but every time you felt like you were only scratching the surface of what was really going on inside him.

He lowered his gaze, the corners of his lips rise in a sly grin when he noticed that you’re hard again.

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WAHAHSHDHSHSHH

subdragon!sylus

𖹭 nsfw/sfw || mdni 𖹭

𖹭 grinding is his way of wordlessly expressing his needs. while you're sitting normally, you'll suddenly feel him press against you, his tail wrapping around your body as he inhales your scent. you can tell what he wants from his needy red eyes and soft moans.

𖹭 if you don't give him what he wants, he'll writhe beneath you, trying to entice you. he knows you can't resist him and uses that to his advantage. he'll touch himself right in front of you, ignoring your pleas for him to stop. mischievous by nature, he'll moan while touching himself, never breaking eye contact until you can no longer hold back.

𖹭 he begs for your guidance, always craving the feel of your hands on his skin. he pleads for your touch, even for you to hurt him. he'll place his hands above his head, offering his whole body to you. when you try to pull away, he'll wrap his tail around you, pulling you closer. even if you remain still, he'll rub against you, stubborn in his desire.

𖹭 he treasures the collar you made just for him, never taking it off. he loves the feeling of belonging to you, and the collar arouses him. you know that your mischievous dragon doesn’t surrender control entirely. he won’t fully obey, doing anything to earn your punishment.

𖹭 his idea of a quality sleep is sucking on your nipple. when he's been good and is rewarded by sucking your nipple, you can see his eyes light up. he wraps his arms around you, lowering his head to your chest, taking your nipple into his mouth. he's like a giant dragon baby, making contented noises, lost in the moment. occasionally, you'll feel a bite, but you don't complain because he's earned this reward.

𖹭 he wants you to be rough with him, writhing for it. when you choke him, he'll gaze at you with those sharp yet soft eyes. he tilts his head back and closes his eyes, surrendering completely, trusting you and savoring the pleasure you give. he begs for your bites, wanting his body covered in your marks.

𖹭 he calls you "my queen," ready to dedicate all his treasures to you. crafting something with his hands for you is more precious than a few coins. he's even learned to make crowns from flowers, and seeing your smile when he presents it is the most priceless treasure for him.

𖹭 though he doesn't particularly enjoy being tied up, he doesn't resist either. touching you is his greatest desire, and when he's restrained, he hates it. every fiber of his being screams to break free from the chains. still, he strives to please you, trying to stay close to you and your touch despite being bound. "please, my queen… have mercy on this young dragon at your feet and allow me to touch your delicate skin…" hearing those words fills you with satisfaction.

𖹭 he never releases without your command or permission. he fights the urge to satisfy himself in your absence, feeling like he'll go mad whenever your face crosses his mind, but he refuses to touch himself. even when you want to tease him, you usually can't bear it and allow him to release. when you finally grasp his swollen cock, he moans so softly that you're always amazed a dragon can make such sounds. "please… a little tighter…" he always begs, never stopping to ask, guiding you as he pleads.

𖹭 he lets you do whatever you want to him, eagerly accepting being your test subject. you can put anything you desire into his tight anal opening; he's strong enough to take it all. "i want to feel you inside me, my queen…" he whispers, his tail stroking your thighs. "fuck me so hard that i lose my voice screaming your name…"

𖹭 as evident, he loves being pegged by you. he wants you to be rough, to hold all the control. while you fuck him with all your beauty, his eyes remain locked on you. you hold the chain tightly, leaving him breathless, continuing until you hear an animalistic growl from his throat. his tail is always wrapped around your waist, pulling you deeper.

𖹭 licking your pussy is a reward for him. he loses himself, his tongue moving at a speed you can't even imagine. he holds your legs so tightly that he doesn't even notice his claws scratching your skin. he rubs his nose against your clit, bringing you to the peak of pleasure until you come into his mouth.

𖹭 he shows his love through biting. even in the most unexpected moments, he'll appear beside you, sinking his teeth into your skin. he doesn't listen to your protests, ignoring them and simply enjoying the taste of your silky skin, letting his soft moans fill your ears.

𖹭 the young dragon causes a lot of mischief, taking an inexplicable pleasure in irritating you. you have many ways to punish him, with candles being one of them. you let the hot wax drip onto his bare skin. his mischievous grin never fades as he takes the pain, almost seeming to enjoy it. his body writhes, maintaining eye contact with you while biting his lower lip. "just like that… punish your young dragon… he deserves it…"

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This ruins me

I JUST KNOW THAT DAWNBREAKER MEETING MC FIRST TIME THROUGH ZAYNE WAS EXACTLY LIKE THIS:

You. can't. change. my. mind.

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I already have like a draft of this, I'm just debating whether to post it or not

thinking about casual protectiveness today. a hand gently kept on my waist, to steer me around and keeping me close. gently pulling me around to switch sides when we’re out together, so that i’m always safe on the inside of the sidewalk. moving closer and reminding me of your presence whenever i seem anxious or uncomfortable. just…feeling protected. safe.

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It’s gonna end up being my mission to give all the boys their own personalized strap o(-<

He’s so patient while mc gets ready for him :3

Sorry I’m still tagging Sylus in this because it’s -about- him even if he’s out of focus

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I LOVE THIS GAME AND THEM SO MUCH AJDKDJSJDK sylus is literally everything to me 🥰🥰🙏🙏 I HAD to draw MC and him with this trend

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This really makes the Studios costing themselves even more money (and getting more unions involved) by prolonging the strike for the promise of free ai labor even more fucking funny. you dumb fucking bastards lol

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cleon kisssssses