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Uhm... Void men do something to me not sorry </3 SIGHHHH cold hotdog dick and cold hands.... *twirls hair*

now playing: <fucking your demons (literally)> 00:00/1:30:00

starring: re4r demon (?)/Leon x recluse-ish/reader

MDNI + tw: horror, dubcon/noncon, smut, masturbation, bad mental health depictions, implied trauma/abuse, corruption, angst, monster fucking, creampie (?), blood and pain depictions, squirting, toxic

☆ star's note: special thanks to @cherubify for beta reading ❤️ this was inspired by that one convo i had with @dilfloving ages ago about monster fucking LOL hope yall enjoy 🫶

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you remember the funeral clear as day. you were seated near the front, forced into stiff black clothes you would never wear in other instances. speaker after speaker went and droned on and on about what great people your parents were, how they would be missed, and how sad you were about losing them. well…at least how sad you were supposed to be because you didn’t feel anything really. your eyes kept flitting to the clock behind the podium where the next speaker stood, time was oozing by relentlessly and your leg bouncing began to worsen.

“so will the daughter please stand in front here to present a eulogy for the two deceased?”

it sounded so far away. everything did. a sharp pinch in your side snapped you out of it. grandma was sat next to you and her eyes bored holes into your own sockets. the bouncing of your legs ceased immediately. she pointedly looked at the podium and turned towards you, a gesture for you to get up there and give a parting speech for your dead parents. even grandma wasn’t crying so why did you have to? the only good thing they had ever done for you was leaving the house and life insurance behind.

you staggered forward in a daze, feeling your feet drag up the stairs of the podium. you watched your fingers whiten as you gripped onto the wood and winced as the interference rang sharp through the echoing space. the faces that stared up at you were fuzzing and melting together. they were bored, upset, angry, judging, and melding together like hot metal. your skin crawled and you felt queasy. you could hear your breath blowing into the mic like some sort of loser creep breathing down their victim’s neck. your vision blurred and you retched, hurling to the side of the podium. some people rushed up towards you, noses scrunched and eyes filled with disgust hidden within the sheer veil of sympathy.

and then you were home. you don’t know how long you stood in your doorway smelling like vomit and patheticness. grandma had dropped you off, refusing to even look at you when she did. you had never been a sight for sore eyes. rather, you induced eye soreness. so you shrugged off your stiff constricted clothes and kicked it to the side leaving you in a loose tank top and shorts you hadn’t bothered to take off earlier when grandma made you put on all of those presentable grieving clothes. you shuffled to your bedroom, the only place in that whole house that had felt even remotely like home to you and plopped on your worn and creaking gaming chair.

even in their death, your habit of locking your room door behind you stayed. their death meant that you were free but you had always been good at trapping yourself in your own head. you could make intangible threats feel like physical hands around your throat and your demons come alive. you slipped on your headphones, fingers moving on autopilot as it clacked across your dusty greasy keyboard. the familiar four letter word on an incognito browser popped up and results loaded up. you sighed, sinking deeper into your chair and spreading your legs. your fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your shorts and began sliding into your dry folds.

moaning and panting began to fill your ears as the two actors on screen began to get it on. the man was rutting into the woman like a beast in heat, grunting and drooling like one too. and the woman was mewling with such a shrill intensity, cowling with her back arched as loud plapping sounds echoed in their filming room. her eyes were rolled back and her neck was tilted back from how he yanked her hair with every thrust. your fingers toyed with your clit, rubbing circles, giving it pinches, tugs, everything you could think of to start the slick flowing so that you could thrust into your dry cunt less painfully.

video after video played and your clit was beginning to get sore. nothing was oozing out. your face scrunched in frustration. with one hand, you began to scour through catalogues of every genre. soft porn wasn’t working and neither were rougher sex videos. even those borderline illegal ones weren’t doing it. this must be god’s way of punishing you for wanting to jerk off right after your parents’s funeral. you groaned in exasperation. the need was there but your body was refusing you the fruits of your labour. so you forced your fingers down your throat, gagging and coughing to coat it with the perfect type of saliva. the one that was slippery enough.

you pulled it out, watching the stretch of dribble down your lips and onto your clothes. the slipperiness slipped easily between the fold of your cunt and you began thrusting it upwards, teeth gritting at the burn from how dry it is and from the stretch. you never got used to it. you began thrusting, fingers curling aimlessly within your cunt to find that sweet spot everybody talks about. your face was all scrunched and you began to get wetter. your fingers grazed against a spot that made you shudder so you continued curling against it.

“you’re a useless child.”

“why aren’t you smart enough?”

“we are literally stuck in an unhappy marriage because of you.”

“i should have aborted you when i had the chance.”

“if only you were a son, maybe i would understand you better.”

the whispers were finally fading out, the glares, the pain, and the sounds of banging doors dissolved into nothing. your stomach began to coil. tighter and tighter. you bit the back of your free hand as your hips bucked desperately against your fingers, grasping and clawing at the high that was beginning to peak. and then it snapped and you came. harder than you had in a while. your chest rose and fell rapidly, head filling with cotton and heart slamming against your ribs. your eyelids grew heavier and heavier. this was the only way you could sleep.

even if it was just for a moment, you felt a warmth akin to an embrace as you fell asleep. what you assumed an embrace felt like anyway.

as your heaving slowed and bluelight from your monitor cradled your face and wispy lashes, you fail to notice the glowing eyes from the corner of the room. a silhouette shrouded in thick black smoke filling into the room, dragging along with it the feeling of impending doom and horrors beyond mankind’s imagination. it began gliding closer to you, your monitor screen growing static and the room dropping in temperature.

you shivered a little, teeth chattering slightly as he closed in. clawed fingers emerged from the black shrouds and traced over your features with a gentle curiousity. the creature’s head tilted as it observed the way you were sleeping. neck bent awkwardly, one hand down your shorts, and a…sweet smell. a long black tongue like appendage ran itself across his sharp canines. you smelled sweet. so much so that he could taste it.

tiny tendrils of smoke erupted from his clawed fingers seeping itself into your mind. he groaned as he skimmed through your thoughts, eating at your every memory and filling up the chewed up holes with more pain and hurt. you brows drew into a scowl and your face scrunched. he grins. you’ve always looked beautiful in a tragic way. the more pain he filled you with the more nightmarish the world in your head becomes. but you must have wanted this all along because after all, you were the one that kept feeding off your essence and pain to him.

he watched cold pearls of sweat bead at your hairline and your breathing grow erratic. did he overdo it again? he couldn’t help himself…you always looked so pretty waking up all disoriented and exuding that…that feeling that he had grown to miss over the years. fear. he longed to hear your voice that you had locked away for far too long. a scream, a yell, and those sweet whimpers you let out when you watch those brain melting human films of them mating with one another. he let out a loud guttural moan that sounded like a million shards of glass exploding and yet nothing at the same time. a million voices all melded into one.

he pressed his cold smoky lips against your hairline, black tongue darting to capture the beads of sweat that felt. he whispered straight into your mind.

“you’re mine.”

you woke up gasping and choking for air, fingers clawing at your throat. your nose was stuffed and your head felt like it had been split in half by a hatchet. your vision swam and there was blood, all over the front of your tank top. you were panting frantically, fingers reaching up to your nose and pulling away covered in a sticky crimson that dripped down your forearms. you felt your chest tighten and then your vision darkened.

you wake up the next day, coughing. an unexplainable throbbing in your head and an ache in your ribs. and there was also the blood. lots of it down the front of your tank top and even on your shorts. must have slept weird and slammed your head onto the desk or something. you groaned and dragged yourself to the bathroom.

time seemed to ebb away from then. oozing past your grasp and you’re always a second too late. you’d blink and it’d be day. another blink and it’s night. the only thing telling you the day and date was the small little rectangle on the bottom of your monitor but the dust, it was beginning to pile.

the only thing you remember is flashes of your favourite game that had become a routine activity, brain rotting videos that you simply scrolled down endlessly on autopilot, and then jacking off so that you could sleep. it was the only time you could get that perpetual quease in your stomach to settle and your head to be freed from the reign of all the memories you wish would have been kept under lock and key from your own mind.

the nosebleed hadn’t happened in a while now but the feverish cold and the paranoia never left. you needed to fix the heater. you made a mental note but with each passing day, the note gets murkier and murkier. there was something wrong about this house. something or someone was watching you. you could see flashes of dark shadows in your peripherals that disappear whenever you turned. no matter how fast you whipped around. and then there were those eyes that stared at you in the dark when your eyes were bleary from sleep. eyes so blue and void they made your skin crawl.

there was also that one time you were washing your face and then your ears started ringing. when you looked into the mirror you saw him. pale skin, soft blonde hair, and blue eyes. you froze, scream dying in your throat. he was beautiful and oh so familiar. and then he grinned inhumanly wide, baring teeth that glinted and dripped with tendrils of black smoke as he unhinged his jaws beyond anything humanly possible. his being shrouds in smoke and you shriek. so loud that you were sure it would alert your neighbours. or someone. but…nobody came.

you hadn’t felt this way in awhile. you hadn’t felt anything really but the fear that gripped you with every passing day was growing to be too much. jerking off was no longer helping. sleeping always ended up with paralysis as those blue eyes and that haunting face keeps coming closer and closer. so you shakily picked up your dusty home phone, and clicked numbers that felt so foreign to you. grandma would come to help, right? you were family after all. she had to. you needed to get out of there now. you needed help-

“the number that you have dialled is not available.”

the robotic voice repeated over and over into your ears as you trembled and shook.

“fuck! fuck! fuck! pick up grandma. please. please…”

you whispered, eyes tearing up. and then the line grew static. that ring in your ears started again and you pushed your fingers into your ears. your heart was pounding and you started running to the door, ignoring the burn from muscle disuse. your fingers latched onto the doorknob, another hand shakily undoing the locks.

“you’re leaving?”

his words hit you with an agonising pain that made you nauseous, you gagged. crimson droplets dripped endlessly from your nose. your head felt like it was going to explode from the amount of pressure.1

“get out of my head! please!”

you shriek in agony, vision blurring with tears as you doubled over coughing. you could taste the blood in your mouth.

“this is the only way to speak to you, darling.”

the creature or man or whatever it was that stood before you tilted his head. he looked almost hurt and confused by your anger. you felt like someone had poured a cold bucket of ice down the back of your shirt. darling? what the fuck is going on?

“s-stay back! you have to stay back!!”

you yell with a waver as he stepped closer, plumes of black smoke lining his every step.

“you don’t remember me.”

he spoke into your head again, the pain almost blinding you once more. remember? you don’t…remember…? he placed a clawed hand onto your head, the cold surface of his hand making you shiver. and then you saw him. that blonde boy who sat by your hunched over crying figure every night when you were little. he would hold your hand and keep your doors locked. he would shut your ears when they banged on your doors, and he would lap at your wounds when they hurt you. tears brewed in your eyes and they rolled warmly down your blood smeared cheeks. Leon.

you remembered him now.

and then the warm golden memories began to dim and flashes of you growing up began to play. how the light in your eyes faded to nothing, how you would immerse yourself in games for day, how you would continue to neglect and lose yourself down a spiral of self hatred and hatred for the world. how apathy took the light out of everything for you, how Leon began to fade despite how he begged you to listen. how he was hurting because you were hurting. all of it fell on deaf ears, you could no longer see or hear or connect with him. you were both disconnected from each other, spiralling into an agony of your doing.

you watched yourself through his eyes, how his love and care for you began to be shrouded with determination to reach you again. how he began to feed off of your hate and pain, gagging at the taste of the black and red essence that he continued to guzzle down. he had to reach you. he had to. even if it meant his eyes losing it’s shine, his angelic shimmer turning into dark murky smoke, and his skin losing all the warmth that he once held you with. he no longer cringed away from the taste, he had grown addicted. if this was the love you chose to feed him, he would happily accept it. long for it even. all if it means he can reach you again. his little darling.

all you felt was guilt, the tears and the blood running down your face had become one. you curled in on yourself, body pressed against the hard cold floor. sob after sob wrecked through your broken form.

“i’m sorry, Leon. i’m so sorry…”

you mumbled with barely any coherence. he watches you with a distant look before laying by your side and wrapping his cold arms around you. his smoke enveloped you in a cold that set off every alarm in your body, filling you with dread but you simply held on.

and then he began to lap at your tears, long blackened appendage swiping at the mixture of blood and tears as his claws jabbed uncomfortably against your body. his whole being seemed to shift and change without ration. and then his tongue swiped against your lips. he began to lean in closer.

“let me take care of you, darling.”

your eyes rolled as he spoke and in your pained state, he slipped his tongue between your lips and began kissing you. his sharp canines pricked at your lips and his tongue was shoved down your throat so far you could barely breathe. your fingers pressed at his shoulders trying to get a breath but he continued claws lightly scratching your skin as it trailed lower. the dread at the pits of your stomach was becoming overwhelming.

“L-leon what are you doing?”

your voice trembled as he materialised long tendrils of smoke which began to seep beneath your shirt. he hiked it up with one tentacle while the other two began to caress at your tits. you flinched at the cold. he wordlessly dipped his head to bury his face into your chest. he had mini tendrils growing from his main ones, tugging at your nipples and pulling them as he ran his tongue over it.

“ngh Leon what-”

he shoved two fingers down your throat, gagging you effectively as it massaged your tongue. it tasted like nothing, just pressure. as you instinctively sicked on his fingers, another tentacle began to tug at your waistband. your fingers curled into the floor as it rubbed at your warm folds.

“so sweet. need more.”

his voice in your head sounded strained. you let out a cry everytime he spoke, blood continuously streaming. the pain felt like throbbing behind your eyes. a purr like sound emanated from him, his blue eyes stared at you as he took both your nipples into his mouth. his sharp teeth sunk into them making you cringe and hiss as he licks the pain anf blood away. just like he used to in the past. always lapping at your wounds like a loyal dog.

his tentacle in your pants began to spread your folds at the same time he sat up and spread your legs. the amount of tentacles were dizzying and the cold was making your teeth chatter. your legs were spread and you were bare as he knelt between them. you watched his tongue flit out of his mouth as he began to bury his face into your soaked cunt. he gave your inner thigh a bite that made you whimper before stuffing his inhumanly long tongue up your cunt. it was coarse and it reached into you like you had never felt before.

his eyes were fixed on yours as his tongue continued to fuck into you, curling relentlessly against your sweet spot over and over, eliciting mewls and whines from your throat. and when he pulled away with strings of your slick bridging his mouth and your cunt, you felt empty. he seemed to relish in the taste of you as his tongue returned to his mouth, eyes closed and a soft keening sound that sounded like multiple voices from his core erupted. your ears began to ring again but the bliss from having your hole tongued relentlessly was making it all fuzzy.

something cold and large pressed against your folds. your eyes widened in your haze and he grins at you as he loomed over your frame. you freeze as it began to press into you, tip stretching you out and the rest beginning to bully it’s way into your sopping hole.

“jesus! Leon s’too big! fuck i-”

incoherent babbles spilled and dribbled from your bloody lips along with drool. he began thrusting into you, canines latched onto your collar bones. his other tentacles pressed against your ass, your tits, and even in your mouth. they all felt like cold pressure making home within you. your back began to arch as he pulled one orgasm after another from your shaking form.

his tentacle dipped into your lower stomach and you began to feel a push on your womb. he was pressing it down to meet the thrusts of his cock (?) as he growled against the shell of your ear. you began to see stars and your voice was choked.

“mine. mine. mine. you’re perfect, darling.”

throbbing pain, blood, your vision was darkening and the pleasure was too much. you squirted all over his form and felt him twitch before he filled you up with something that felt cold and sent your nerves into a frenzy. he smiles at you, canines peeking and you found your hazy mind follow suit. his rough fingers swiped away the blood that had dripped from your nose and pooled on your upper lip. he licked his fingers and curled around you like a satisfied cat would, enveloping your body in his cold one. you felt so full, cold ooze leaking down your thighs. it felt like a permanent weight of anxiety had pooled at the pits of your stomach.

and as you laid there, head throbbing and blank with cold substances leaking out of you, you felt empty. helpless and filled with a despair like no other. this was your fault after all. you had made your bed and now you had to lie in it. he gently strokes your hair, filling your senses with fight or flight as blood and tears dribbled down your face.

“we’re finally together again, darling. just us against everything. the way it’s supposed to be.”

and in despair’s embrace you found a semblance of comfort. a warmth in his freezing touches and a void to fill the caverns of your chest. you were never meant for a happy ending but at least, you weren’t alone anymore.

#𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒔 #not sorry </3

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argreion · 19 hours

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𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆❜𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 — Second day of getting good with writing. Hit you with the balls and Leon wondering if he's good shit. Not sorry, I just like Leon being a mid little shit in general. Will always be mid and whiny. I went off a lot for this, and hoping tomorrow goes ok as well. Semi-proud of this! I think I did alright! Gotta be shit one day to be good at writing smut the next!

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 1653

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — Little bit of blowjob, ball-sucking, hand job, and Leon hating himself cause he's too pretty. Reader gets a hairy pussy because Leon loves it (tell me otherwise.) AFAB Reader, if that's not your kind of jazz.

One simple lick sent him overboard. One twist and flick of a wrist sent him overboard. Two words and he exploded. Thirteen, and he fell in love—in love with noodles and you.

Watching Leon struggle with your mouth on his dick. Licking the ridge before wrapping your lips around the head. Feeling his hips buck into the warmth. Such a cutie…

Your lips pulled off with a loud pop, followed by another lick down the underside. Trailing down further to his scrotum. He wanted this days ago, didn't he? The ride back, the teasing of balls. Elementary school behavior, sure, but you didn't care. What was life without a bit of crudeness or perverseness?

They felt heavy in your mouth as you sucked on one. Letting your tongue swirl around it to get the flavor of hair and skin. Salty skin with the side of pubic hair, yum. Best dish you ever had since childhood.

The swirls of your tongue accompanied by the occasional stroke didn't go unnoticed. How could it not be noticed? Leon was already embarrassed due to the fact he was so sensitive. Covering his mouth as he whined. Mentally praying to the lord that it wouldn’t end, that you’d be an angel that stayed on this forsaken Earth with him.

It peeved you that he did that, using a hand to yank his hand off his mouth. Pulling your mouth away from his balls to scold him,

“Stop hiding, we're together to not hide things, Leon. I showed you a hairy pussy, and you didn't care. I don't care if your balls smell like shit or if you moan like a girl.”

Leon grumbled, sitting up on his elbows to watch the display. A cutie in-between his legs, lapping at his cock. The way their ass curved and wiggled as they adjusted themselves accordingly. Made him almost bust one as he heard slurping. He didn’t expect you to be so eager with a simple joke.

He fell back against their bed, staring up at the ceiling. The officer lost his virginity nearly a year ago to his ex. Intimacy like this still made him feel like a virgin. How he was sensitive and feminine in a sense. Macho men weren't who he looked up to, but co-workers and friends weren't like him. Leon had a pretty face—baby face, actually—long eyelashes, a cute pout, and a children's haircut. Besides, he considered himself a fat ass for binging on donuts or taking three snack cakes every once in a while. He was occupying himself with self-deprecation to drive out the noise.

Noises of passion, lust, and love. The feeling of fingers traveling up over his inner thighs, up his legs, and to his torso. Feeling the soft flesh that was his tummy. Finger pads dug into his torso as you yanked yourself up. You looked seemingly happy doing something like this—it felt right to you. Lips layered with spit, with a stray string of saliva going down your chin. Catching your breath from sucking on Leon's balls for too long.

A laugh came from your lips, laughing at what you did. Burying yourself in a guy's crotch ‘cause you loved him. If you couldn't call that love, you don't know what else you would call it. Looking like a pig with a wide-eyed gaze and dopey smile, (or a whore.)

“Why'd you stop thrusting?” You asked, moving to be on your knees. Soft rustling of the sheets following you. The ache in your chest from laying on your stomach made you let out a groan. Giving it a gentle ‘get well’ slap.

“O-oh, I didn't even notice.”

Leon lifted his head from the bed, eyes fluttering as he was brought out his thoughts. Watching as you hummed with a thought.

“Well… If you're so out of it, you could always jerk off. I got boring, didn't I?” Your chuckle made him chuckle, a blush coming on his face. Awkward mid-sex talk, huh? Just had someone suck your nuts, and now you’re jerking off with their eyes on your dick.

“It wasn't that, just got a little carried away thinking about things.” He paused, turning his head away to look towards something else. It felt weird to meet a gaze from someone who just sucked your balls and dick. Who would, in all honesty? The wall was now his friend, not you. The wall wouldn’t judge his thoughts, and your gaze would.

Your lips pursed, shrugging off prying any further. Snuggling up against him with your head on his shoulder. Finger tracing circles figure eights into his shirt.

“I could give you a little dirty talking if you'd like. You always popped a boner when I'd call you a good boy.”

Such a good boy he was, too shy to say he liked it. Making his body say it for him, boner and all. Sigh… This was the reason he got bullied, dammit. Too much of a scaredy-cat to say yes.

The hand that was tracing figure eight moved to grasp his chin. Pulling his face from the wall to your gaze. Swiping your thumb over his lips, prying them open as you purred,

“Such a good boy you've been for me, baby. Popping boners without me being there to help you. So hard without me, huh?” You leaned in, your lips against the shell of his ear. “Don’t worry, I'm here to make it all better.”

The trailing of hands from his chin to his chest, down to his dick aroused him. Itsy bitsy spider climbed down the waterspout… And wrapped its hand around his cock. Giving it a swing before stroking him off. Such a kind spider to help him with his hard-on.

Gentle touches always set him off, either in the show or in the morning. Leon couldn't help that he was still a hormonal teenager at best. Eyelids fluttered as your hand started moving up and down. Flicking your wrist the best you could, like those porn stars.

“Oh fuck…” He sighed, watching the rhythm. Swallowing down any worries he had any second. Sometimes a good stroke was what he needed to not worry about how he was seen.

“Such a good boy, you deserve a treat for that.”

A treat that turned into lips on lips molding against another. The gentle rocking of his hips into your hand. Your fingers trailing up to play with his foreskin slightly. It was ecstasy for him how fingers brought such pleasure. With so much pleasure, he started weeping.

Oh, he liked his head being played with… Cute. Index finger tracing on the slight dip of his head. Using your thumb to rub into the skin as you occupy yourself. An idle movement that weirdly calmed you.

Slow movements reeked with intimacy. It also brought boredom into the bedroom. Repeated actions with slow, dull movements were awful if used too much.

“Go faster, please,” Leon begged, his eyes glazed over and half-lidded as he stared at you. Lips parted as he breathed heavily. Hand coming up to grasp at the back of your neck, pressing your foreheads together. Exchanging hot breaths as you watched his expression.

Who were you to say no to him? Slow strokes became swift strokes, flicks of a wrist became fluid. Hearing him moan was the best part. The angel wasn’t you, it was him.

The man's head tipped back for the second time, leaving your forehead. His breathing quickened, trying to keep himself steady. A shy man became desperate for a peak—for an orgasm. Hips bucking into the softness as he imagined your walls wrapped around him. Snug like a bug in a rug.

‘Fuck,’ you thought, ‘Why is he hot like this?’ Your teeth bit down on your bottom lip, moving your finger to his frenulum. Pressing down gently on it, making his hips jerk. A cry you wanted to hear again and again.

Flicking your finger against it gently, his hips started bucking. Why was it going so perfectly? Watching a police officer fall apart from simple flicks? So empowering in a sense? Take that RPD, your rookie cop is mine.

You moved from beside Leon, moving closer to his cock so that you could use both hands interchangeably if needed. One for quick strokes and the other for his head. With a kitten lick from your tongue here and there.

Hot, wet warmth accompanies electricity through his lower half. Making his fingers claw at the sheets as one final cry came from him.

Earth-shattering to him, thrilling to you. White streaks came from his cock, pouring out on his abdomen and down into your hand. How proud you were of yourself and him. Sticky release felt best when you used Google days ago.

While Leon came down from his high, you had other plans. Pulling your hands away to stare at the release. Giving it a taste with a lick. An appreciative hum came from your lips, glancing over at him.

“Never thought I'd say this but… You need to wash your dick sometimes… yet,” you crawled back beside him. Sticking your cum-ridden hand on his shirt, rubbing it in. Salt to the wound on how you'd rock-paper-scissors on who'd do laundry. “Cum tastes best when you think you did a good job.”

Soft and sweet was a perfect way to end this, so in a final attempt to pull your boyfriend from his post-nut clarity, you kissed the corner of his lips. Watching the crooked smile on his face as he finally caught his breath. Poor guy needed to recharge, and you needed to question him later on why he stared at the wall for a few minutes. Ain’t no way a ghost saw you stroke and suck your boyfriend off.

“Was I a good boy?” Leon asked, lifting his head. Already activating his sixth sense of cuddles as he grew more physical. Wrapping his arms around you and tucking your head underneath his chin.

“The best boy ever, Leon—if you go on a ramen date with me.”

Tomorrow's might be werewolf Leon... Werewolves just do something to me. ;)

#leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy smut #resident evil smut

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i'd fuck the governor if he wasn't such a freak x

...I have to agree and I hate myself for that 😭 LIKE JUST HEAR ME OUT A LITTLE...

I gotta rewatch it so it's fresh in my mind :') I haven't watched it since like March and mostly forgot everything that happened already </3

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OMG A TWD FAN. i’ve started watching it (on season three) im loving it sm 🩷🩷

THAT'S WHEN THEY GET TO THE JAIL RIGHT?? My memory is so fuzzing and Google isn't helping :(

The governor... He sucks ass </3 (He also does look governor-ish so it fits 💀)

Poor Rick tho :(

#I think I've awoken TWD fans ruh roh #I love you guys tho :(#Who knew a silly little theme would pull y'all from your slumber 😭#𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔 #𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔

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omg a fellow twd lover..! (cherubify)

YESSSSSS! Dude I love TWD sm but I gotta finish season 8 and onward

I love Tara and Eugene! Felt so bad when a certain someone died. I wanted to scream and cry and just BCFDSUWJHZC. Then Eugene being Eugene and being a smart cunt. I love you and your silly crew photos but PLEASEEE! You're so real though, so that's why I love you </3

THEN BETH?? B E T H. I saw a pin that said the OG coquette girly like yeah she probably would've loved it! Dawn was such a bitch and loved Noah! Noah didn't deserve what happened to him.

Daryl and his brother... I feel bad his brother got handcuffed so badly. Just... :(

WE LOVE JERRY THOUGH! JERRY AND EZEKIEL! MY KINGGGG!

Glenn and Maggie... sighs dreamily... They were such a good couple imo. Then Abraham and Rosita/Sasha? Chefs kiss. AHHH SORRY I JUST LOVE THE CHARACTERS 😭

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Guys I'm silly now love me :(

jkjk but uh... TWD theme + cat ears + Glenn = good shit

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Very tempted to take my next theme SUPER seriously like... Idk how super seriously but try to be pretty serious with it idk how to explain my brain

Changing themes like every few weeks is hard... I'm like a new person with each. (Foreshadowing fr)

#𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔

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have horse prince leon stuck in my head!! im suing you for emotional damages >:(

He's just too hot for you... 🙄 (How fucked am I be honest- how much am I being sued for? Do I pay it in like wholesome art or something? 😭)

#𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 #𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔

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𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆❜𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 — For my first 'getting good at writing by writing at least 500 words a day' training, we got Leon with a dog! Not just a dog, but basically getting a dog. Please, don't look up the dog breed. I laughed writing half of this because I couldn't help but think about Leon and Noodle. Holding 'em up and going, 'Can't you see we're related?'. The Leon in mind is RE2, btw!

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 900

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — Ball talk, ok? Dirty jokes, undertones, whatever. I wanted to be a little silly willy.

“How about we get a dog?” Your boyfriend, Leon, offered. Pulling your attention away from the dogs towards a small puppy in a cage. Acting like a little ball of sunshine—just like a certain soon-to-be owner.

Your footsteps clicked against the laminate flooring. Joining him in front of the cage he was talking about. A sweet little Chinese Terrier with a wagging tail. Jumping against the metal, it stared up at Leon. It looked a little… diseased—didn’t all dogs with their beady eyes, though? Messy bangs, skinny, and weirdly half-naked.

It felt like they had a connection, watching as Leon crouched down. Pushing his finger through the bars to which the dog bit. Giving a playful tug and growl against the flesh. Violent for a small thing that is supposed to be the savior of dysfunctional families.

While Leon was occupied ‘playing’ (getting his finger eaten alive) you looked at its name, age, and the little fun fact. Growling in the background and Leon’s laughter accompanying it.

Noodle – 9 months – Fun Fact: I like balls! <3

Oh geez, balls? Especially with a heart beside it? What are they trying to advertise? That’s horrible. A snort came from you, drawing Leon away from his playtime. Oblivious to what was going through your mind.

“What's so funny?’’ Leon asked, moving over to see what made you snort. Perplexed as he read a little about me. Mentally groaning at how sweet words could be turned perverse.

“I don't get it…” He muttered, face contorting into a small pout. Bless his innocence, made you want to cackle.

“I like balls?” You let the words fall from your lips, hoping he'd realize the undertone. He didn't, he just stood there, confused, still. Knock-off statue.

This boy was hopeless, rubbing your face as you sighed. Dense he was, but you liked it about him. Made him adorable, like the puppy in the cage he was playing with.

“You wanna get Noodle? Spitting image of father and son.”

The man rubbed his chin, biting his lip as he thought about this. It was small, a puppy, and seemed nice. Maybe needed to lay off the gnawing and biting, but he liked Noodle. Son-like-father with that haircut.

“Yeah,” Leon responded with a nod, “Let's get Noodle.”

Getting a worker was fairly easy, with a small wave and conversation. Going through adopting a dog and all the warnings, dog beds, food, puppy pads, you name it. Tedious at best, but Leon seemed surprisingly fine. Content to have a dog, even if he was mostly busy with work. Going from tazing a crackhead that ran to lying on a couch with a half-naked ball of violence. (You wished he didn't choose a dog that looked like Noodle, it was cute just… Ew. Prayed your friend wouldn't send you to the Nine Hells for that thought.)

In the end, you're left with a dog in your hands. Lapping at your fingers as you walked towards Leon's Jeep. Leon being chivalrous enough to carry bags was a blessing. Setting them in the backseat while you situated your newfound puppy.

Leon couldn't help but smile for two reasons—one a new friend, and two what he planned later in his head. Sure, he seemed harmless, but behind every seemingly good man was a monster. His monster being what happened in bedrooms, depraved bastard. At least he had the morals not to be a corrupt cop.

“Y'know…” He started, leaving the words on his tongue for a second, “I know someone else who likes balls.”

The clogs turned in your head before your face burned. Steam wanting to come out of your ears at such words. Felt like the Windows blue screen of death with how he was staring at you. Clever bastard for a guy with a baby face.

You brushed it off, getting into the Jeep's passenger seat, and brushing your clothes off as you sat down.

“No response?” Leon laughed, shutting the door as he got inside. Fishing his keys out of his pocket to start the engine. Right before turning the key clockwise, he met your gaze.

“Would love it if you take care of mine, they're a little lonely.”

Disgusting, foul, loathsome—shut him up please before he gets popped across the face. If he wanted to be dirty, he should've saved it for the bedroom. The man babbled and flushed when put on the spot. Staring at your lover’s nude body.

Your finger looped with his shirt, pulling him close. Seeing the sweat on his neck and the gulping of his Adam's Apple—the boy thought he was smart. Dead fucking wrong.

“You think you're so fuckin' smart, huh? All cutesy and innocent but a depraved, pervert underneath it?” Such a hostile response left him wide-eyed, a poor deer in the headlights. Growing compliant and also aroused by such roughness. Words caught in his throat.

“Fuck around and find out, little boy.”

You followed your hostility up with something that could be considered kinky. Giving the corner of his lips a small lick, tongue flat against the moisturized skin. Before a butterfly kiss on his lips. Shoving him back into his seat as you pretend none of it happened—to forget your stupidity.

He didn't forget, and neither did he forget the ache in his boxers. Nor would the traumatized dog in the backseat watching his parents act like horny, repressed teenagers.

Tomorrow's is gonna be ball worship fyi, I wanted to do it for awhile haha. A few moots better get me on my ball train (and pull me the hell off.)

#leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you

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