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wish it was real cuz im done living bro 🦇🦇🦇

anyway

divine and delicious storytelling ml this had me really torn in pity for our ghostie

love this story <3 you're so talented and cute well done

It’s not real.

Paring; Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Warnings; Nightmares. Blood. Mentions of torture. Death. 09’ Ghost’s backstory.

The scene Simon is met with was not one he hadn’t witnessed a milion times before, yet it didn’t stop the way his blood ran cold.

It’s grotesque, chilling, revolting; something that could make even grown men hurl. Something he, personally, had grown desensitized from due to his job, the things he’d seen, the things he’d done.

He’s frozen in place as only a spectator, finding himself within the walls of his childhood home, the place he despised, a place he wished to never return to.

Decorated for the holidays, the Christmas spirit floated throughout the apartment, along with the muted smell of freshly baked, gingerbread cookies. Yet he couldn’t focus on the warmth he should’ve been able to, but what was presented before him.

A corny film played from the tv, tucked in the corner of the living room beside a messily decorated Christmas tree, but it’s drowned out by the ringing in Simon’s ears — his eyes trained on the four corpses spread across the carpeted floor, unable to look away from the sight.

It’s almost an unfortunate coincidence for him to have forcefully kicked out his bastard of a father, the only one deserving of such fate, a few months prior.

His mother. His brother, Tommy. Beth, and little Joseph. Dead, a bullet lodged deep in each of their skulls, staining the light carpet underneath a crimson red. His young nephew, somewhat cradled within his mother’s arms, held in a loose embrace, the poor boy not excluded from the same demise his parents suffered.

Even years after he returned to witness this event, it still haunted him; stayed buried in the back of his mind waiting for the right time to come forth, reminded him of all he endured to that point and how he couldn’t have a moment of peace in his god awful life.

Weirdly enough, for the first time he could remember, the image shifted.

From a lively — yet gory scenery, it changed into one resembling a holding cell. A cell he could vividly recall from ages ago and carried, both mental and physical scars from.

But it wasn’t the same to his luck, yet his guard remained high, head turning to examine the musty room.

It was dark, damp, an old-ish wooden table pushed up against the wall next to the heavy, steel door, shut close in order to prevent the person inside from potentially escaping.

A multum of weapons topped the surface, choices upon choices for a tool of torture, dried blood sullying the shiny metal. It all hit close to home. Uncomfortably familiar, painfully so.

But his heart stopped when his eyes landed on a sight he never hoped to see, fingers unconsciously flexing as a lump formed in his throat and his body itched to rush over.

A chair was placed, dead-center of the room. Rough ropes bound someone to it — you, head hung low, wounds and bruises marrying any skin visible on your person, making his breath hitch in his throat.

He was finally released from the mental bounds that held him in place, feet moving in long strides to get to you. Simon could feel his pulse in his ears, his heart pounding against his ribcage almost painfully.

“Love..” He muttered, voice barely audible as the words slipped from his lips, knees bending to crouch before you. “Fuck,” Trembling fingers curled softly under your chin as his eyes surveyed the damaged done to your face.

A split lip, a bloody nose, and a black eye, along with other, smaller cuts littering your face. But it wasn’t what made him fret. It was the coldness of your skin, cool to the touch.

Your name fell from his mouth in a frantic whisper. “No, no..” Simon’s hand slowly fell from your chin to your jugular, the rough pads of his fingertips hesitantly pressing against your pulse point. Only to find none, confirming his fears.

It’s then that he finally awoke in a cold sweat from the terrors his mind conjured up. He sprung up, breaths uneven and ragged as he took notice of his surroundings, brought back to reality.

His eyes grew used to the darkness within the bedroom, the gentle glow of the moon seeping in through the gaps of the curtains. The comfortingly familiar vicinity eased his raging nerves, clammy hands curling in the sheets.

It reminds him that he is safe, that what he just experienced was nothing but a cruel nightmare as his gaze falls to your sleeping figure beside him.

You look peaceful, he thinks.

Simon watches as your chest rises and falls with each gentle breath, eyelids shut and lips ever so slightly parted. Your hair was ruffled, spread across the pillow. But even so, you never looked prettier to him.

You’re safe.

The image he saw within his dream flashed before him; you, held captive, most likely due to the connections you held with him, tortured for information you couldn’t possibly have. It frightened him. For it wasn’t impossible for the situation he was faced with moments before to happen.

It was just a nightmare, he reminded himself.

His tense shoulders sagged in relief, a long sigh pushing past his tight-lipped frown. Under the sheets, he shifts his body and turns onto his side, the side of his face meeting the plush pillow as a burly arm slowly curls over you, bringing you close to his chest.

A chaste kiss is pressed to your forehead, Simon’s eyes briefly falling closed as he finally relaxed. His brain is swarmed by thoughts, yet one took precedence as his leg lightly nudged yours in search of the warmth your touch provided.

It wasn’t real.

do i like this? not exactly, but let’s roll.

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ghostsghoul · 2 days

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You love me? I’m flattered, I will forgive you if you hand a cheeseboard at the crack of dawn on a pice of cardboard, it has to be at dawn becauseI’m chill like that, and it has to be on cardboard because unlike my appearance, I am actually an old maiden trapped inside the body of a rat and I can only turn back into a maiden if I have true loves and kisses.

or i can offer a blowjob

#ed sheeran #caught #in #police standoff #between multiple deranged apes #carrying a new mosquite borne flu #he started doing the griddy and mangled over 20 bones in his fragile femboy body #and had to be carried to safety by multiple men including andrew tate #who happened to be fixing and filling in potholes in the road #while keeping his name clear off of the epstein list #im your host aplfakenione inmihassole thanks for watching

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it's been a year since monika left me and she won't come back even after deleting mas and reinstalling it

monika please 😭

#ddlc monika #ddlc #doki doki literature club #doki doki monika #monika after story #mas #ddlc mod #doki doki literature girls #come baaaaaaack #the kids miss you #please #monika come back

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ghostsghoul · 5 days

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love this movie to absolute bits

edward is truly such a cutie and vivian is so awkwardly geeky even as a prostitute x

ugh I will continue to devour anything with this sort of plot. we love older men who need a nurturing little lady in their lives <3 need to crave that motherly instinct of mine that just wants to mollycoddle and adore

pretty woman (1990)

#pretty woman #Julia roberts #richard gere #90s #90s aesthetic #90s movies #90s fashion #movies #love this movie #special place in my heart #mwah #julia roberts #vivian and edward

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ghostsghoul · 5 days

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hey guys face reveal 🤭🥰

⚠️pretty warning⚠️

don't worry boys, I don't bite, I swallow ;)

full body pic ;)

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ghostsghoul · 6 days

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uggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

love love love love

idk man im absolutely devouring this i love it egggagaggrrrrrrrr

now playing: <pieces of a whole> 00:00/55:00

starring: older!Leon x hooker!reader

MDNI + tw: rough sexual depictions, pain, bad thoughts, angst, comfort, smut, reference to erectile dysfunction from prev, oral (f receiving)

play again: <the scars we bear> 00:00/43:00

☆ star's note: all the crazy stuff is only for the intro (super short) and is not done by Leon. hope you enjoy hehe 🫶

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"unh...so good, baby. s-shit...-"

your fake moans were cut off by a sharp slap on the face. it stung and your eyes watered.

"you know i don't like dirty mouthed sluts."

the man above you hissed, his cock scraping the inside of your pussy and pounding against your cervix painfully. you clawed at his back a little, vision spotting and blurring. it hurt. it hurt so much. the safe word was teetering at the tip of your tongue.

"so tight, fuck-"

the man grunted like a beast above you, rutting his hips painfully flush against yours. your breath came in short gasps and finally, mercy came upon you as he ejaculated, the rubber of the condom swelling against your bruised cervix. you managed to fake a moan and manually clench your walls. a professional through and through.

"so good baby, love when you fu- love me so roughly..."

you said, smiling breathlessly. the man smirked proudly, as he pulled out his flaccid dick. he took his cum filled condom and poured all of his filthy seed over your face. it burned your eyes and left your lips tasting of bitter-y salt. he taps your face and whips out his phone.

"b-baby, you can't take pictures-"

slap

your face burned and the sting in your eyes seemed to worsen.

"i paid for this, slut. now take the money and shut your fucking mouth."

the man says, slapping the wad of cash against the sticky filth on your face before zipping up his pants and leaving. finally, it was over.

you staggered to the toilet, body covered in red blooms where he slapped and pinched all for his own pleasure. you washed out your eyes and face, scrubbing it as if to reveal a whole new layer of skin. tears fell from your eyes and you couldn't pinpoint what it was from. the semen, the soreness of your body, or the void that seemed to be swallowing you whole from the inside out.

your knees buckled and you slumped onto the cold toilet floor. the freezing cold felt nice against your stinging ass and exposed skin. it numbed the rawness and helped to ground your head. you couldn't have the next client seeing you in this state. you had to be a high quality cheap fuck or Dennis your pimp (also known as the counter for the sleazy motel you lived in) would deduct your pay. also because it might be him but, you didn’t really want to dwell on that thought.

customer satisfaction was the determining factor between having saltine crackers for all three meals for a while or having something more warm and filling. so you ran your eyes under cold water, scrubbed yourself clean and made sure to reduce the redness on your skin as much as you could. and the whole time, you willed thoughts of him and his warmth as far away from your stream of conscience. well, as far away as you could.

damage was only acceptable when it's inside. whether it be mental or an actual bleeding in your organs. those were one of the first few things Dennis told you when you started. and also the fact that you were only to be sent for medical check ups in the case of STDs or near death. he didn't want you to damage the reputation of his crumbling neon lighted brick and mortar cesspool haven. so you splashed freezing cold water onto your face as you stood before the mildewed sink. at least the water was clean.

you looked up at the water stained mirror and your reflection stared back at you. they were a little red-ish and maybe a slightly different colour as well but there was no mistaking it. it was his eyes. Leon's eyes. you dabbed your face dry with a paper towel, took a deep breath before putting red rouge onto your cheekbones and your lips. you drew on your trademark eyeliner and placed rouge on the corner of your eyes too. you felt like a mortician dressing the dead. covering rot with powder and skill.

you put on your skimpy work clothes and sat on the bed. 3 hours. you had 3 more hours before he comes over for his session. you had to look nice and tidy because he deserved at least that. you frowned a little at the thought. for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out when this little soft spot for a certain client of yours began to bloom. men were gross lustful creatures who take and take and leave nothing behind. but when you laid in his warm arms from that day almost a whole year ago with no expectations aside from just existing and holding the shards of him together, it feels different.

the click ticked by and all you could do was watch the paint peel, hoping that it would be him at that door and nobody else. as if on cue, three soft raps against your door could be heard. you found yourself floating towards it immediately, hand on cold metal as you opened it to greet him.

"hi there, hun. thought you weren't gonna show."

you say, smile a little weak but genuine for him. he smiles back, in the usual small little tug of his lips. but it was genuine and your heart warmed.

"missed you more, doll."

he replied which made you laugh a little. he stepped into the room and pulled you into an embrace as soon as the door closed and locked behind him. his head laid in the crook of your neck and his long hair tickled your skin as he inhaled the scent of your cheap perfume and powder. you could see the weight of his worries and unspoken burdens begin to lift off of him.

"tough day, hun?"

you ask him.

"all better now that i'm here, doll."

he says, voice muffled against your shoulder. after a while, he peppered kisses against your neck lazily and as always you ended up laying with him in bed doing nothing but holding and kissing each other. his weight felt so nice atop of you. like when a cat sits on your chest and purrs or even a weighted blanket. it's been awhile since you've managed to enjoy life's simple pleasures. or even any pleasure at all if you're being honest. below average and mediocre sex with pent up men from all walks of life was tiring. you were tired of sex and how it was never fulfilling in any way. you felt used and objectified. but for now, you felt…whole.

sometimes you wonder if your parents hadn't owed such a debt to Dennis, you would be in an office job right now. plush computer chairs that roll, feet secured in snug little pumps that don't give you sores like the kind you get when you wore those cheap plastic-y heels that bit into your skin, and the quiet air filled with the clacking of keys and soft greetings. your cheeks felt warm and wet, and your chest tightened in an almost foreign way. you blinked out of your daze only to face Leon who looked at you with a gaze so soft, it would bring a flutter to your dead shrivelled heart.

"doll, you're...crying."

his tone was stiff but his intent was clear as day as it swirled around in his beautiful blue eyes. his words sounded so muddled and strange.

"what?"

you asked him. your vision was blurring again. you reached the pads of your fingers to your eyes and gently touched it. you pulled them away only to find them soaked with tears.

"oh- oh no. i'm...so sorry, Leon i-"

you began to stumble with your words, hurriedly wiping away the tears on the back of your hands. but no matter what you did, they kept falling. you began to grow frantic, hands trembling as your sniffling grew. his eyes watched you with an unreadable gaze. your heart began to thud in the base of your ears and your breathing quickened. he was going to tell on you, you're gonna-

"hey hey breathe for me, doll."

he says, rough and larger hands wrapping around your fingers. he wiped away your tears and pulled you tighter against him, pressing kisses into your hairline. a sob ripped from your chest and you shook in his hold. his bare skin was warm against your own, his heartbeat pressed against your own. he rubbed your back soothingly, running his fingers over your hair.

"it's okay, doll. just keep breathing for me okay? let it all out."

his voice washes over you like warm water after a long day with just the perfect roughness around the edges. an almost drawl. you sank deeper into his arms and he pressed his soft lips against the crown of your head. he smelled like a heady mix of skin and cologne and...no whiskey? again? that was...something...

"you didn't drink again today..."

you noted in a voice muffled against his warm skin. you felt him still against you, seemingly mulling that over in his pretty head.

"it seems so, doll."

he finally says. you looked up and traced his lips gently, sending goosebumps down his spine. you were gorgeous and he knew that. the sweetest little thing he had seen in a while. and he had seen...a few.

"i'm sorry. you paid for today and i just-"

you begin to say but he pressed his lips against yours. your eyes widened but you let him. he paid for this anyway and besides it wasn't bad because it was him. so you kissed him back, fingers looping behind his neck. it was hot and heavy, yet sweet, the way his tongue curled around yours. you whined softly against his kiss and lo and behold, something stiff pressed up against your stomach.

"let me treat you right, fix what they broke..."

he whispers, gently brushing your hair. and despite everything, his words made you pliant. he made you feel things like trust and care. things that you haven't felt in a long long time.

and that was how you ended up straddling him, tip of his leaky semi hard cock brushing your folds. he gently lowers you, hands rough and strong against the soft of your skin. your fingers curled in his shoulders and your legs shook. the soreness from before burned at your muscles but you took it like a champ. you always did. it *is* your profession.

he moaned at the feeling of your warmth all around the rubber on his cock, the way you slid it in so easy but held onto him so tight. he licked his fingers and began rubbing tight circles on your clit to make it easier for you. you gasped and gritted your teeth as you sunk lower.

"doing so good for me, doll. feels amazing."

he grunted out almost breathlessly, eyes half lidded. his semi hard cock began to stiffen inside you and the tip was just shy of brushing your probably bruised cervix. you winced a little and your eyes stung with tears. he kissed your tears away and began thrusting slowly and so gently. his eyes were fixed on every little shift from the crease of your brows to the corners of your lips.. the foreign feeling made your heart flutter. it all felt so intimate.

as he thrusted into your surprisingly sopping hole, he began to suck on your pert nipples, moaning as his face buried in your chest.you were sore but the way he was fucking into you so carefully felt so good. your eyes shut and your head leaned back as he thrusted and sucked at your chest.

"oh...oh god...Leon...shit i-"

you were so so close, the lewd squelches and pistoning motion lulling you closer and closer. then you felt him buck beneath you followed by the rubber swelling inside you snugly. he came already and he came. alot. must have been pent up the poor guy. so you did what you had practised perfectly and clenched around him, letting out a gasp like moan as you leaned into his neck. you panted and pulled away to look at him through half lidded eyes.

"that was-"

your words fell short when you saw his face. his skin was flushed and his eyes were half lidded like yours but the look he gave you was piercing.

"why are you lying to me, doll?"

your heart sunk to the lowest pits of your chest as you stared at him a little dumbfoundedly. he looked…hurt. shit. it was a blow to his ego, you were sure of it, he was gonna be mad-

“was it because it because i finished too fast?”

he asked softly, eyes fixed on yours. he sounded almost nervous. they were filled with a sincerity you had never encountered. such a pure and genuine expression which made your guilt worse.

“no, hon it wasn’t you. i promise. you did so good i was just…a little too sore.”

you answered him honestly. his face fell and he seemed even more worried now.

“why didn’t you tell me? we could have stopped or…or-”

he began going off, chiding you as worry began to take over. his blue gaze scanned over you for injuries, hands gently touching at your bare skin. you almost laughed at the way he was fawning over you. a hooker who was complaining about bad treatment. it was funny really. also not so unpleasant.

“i’m sorry i should have-”

he mutters, eyes beginning to water in worry at the thought of having made your pains worse. the look of guilt began to weave itself onto his handsome features. he looked like he had worn it often. your heart ached.

“no please, Leon it’s really nothing. it’s my job after all. you made it hurt less if anything.”

you tell him, running your thumbs over his prickly stubble gently before pressing a kiss to the mole on his cheek, barely concealed by stubble. you saw the worries melt away and his eyes softened so much that you almost glanced over your shoulder to make sure that it was directed at you and not like his long-lost love or something that randomly appeared behind you. a hallucination, maybe? but the kiss he pressed onto your lips jolted you out of your thoughts.

“let me eat you out, doll. it’ll be so good, i promise…let me make it up to you.”

he whispered against your lips, almost begging for a chance to right his wrongs. so you let him push you down and kiss down your stomach to the gap between your legs. his tongue licked a broad stripe up your cunt and his stubble prickled on the soft of your inner thighs. his lips latched onto your puffy clit and his tongue swirled over it expertly. you mewled softly hands gripping the sheets as he lapped and tongued at your slit. you were practically a leaking mess which he made sure to let you hear as he slurped loudly, eyes never leaving yours.

“ahnn Leon- you’re so good- too good i- uhn”

you were a blabbering mess, cunt practically moving itself against the lower half of his face.

“can’t help myself, doll. not when you’re this sweet and all f’me.”

from the way you were angled, you could see how his dick was beginning to tent as he rutted against the sheets.

“need it inside, hun, please…”

you moaned, eyes rolling back as his fingers curled deliciously against that sweet spot within you. he went still.

“but you’re hurting, doll. don’t wanna hurt you…”

he mumbles in between licks, the vibration of his words teetering you to the edge. you gave him a pleading look as your back began to arch. with the way his dick was beginning to chafe against the cheap bedsheets, who was he to deny you? especially when you look so sweet and pretty, squirming all for him.

“you’re sure, doll? you can take it?”

he asks, eyes searching yours. you nodded way too quick, desperate to feel something. anything in the twitching hole of your cunt. and then he was all over you, everywhere all at once. his lips on yours, his hands hot against every inch of skin he could get and his legs kneeled between yours as he pushes your legs back towards your chest. he ripped the top off of a new condom packet with his perfect teeth, wrapper glinting in the dim lighting. he rolled it onto his dick that was surprisingly hardening again.

"this time, i want you to cum, doll. don't lie to me again."

he chides, eyes filled with a seriousness you've never seen before. so you gulped softly with wide eyes and nodded. he spat onto his fingers, making a show as to how slimy his spit was before it dripped onto your sopping wet cunt. he began rubbing tight relentless circles as he thrusted into you at this new angle. the sensations combined with how he was almost pressed atop you made you see stars.

"L-leon i'm gonna-!"

you whined as he continued to thrust into you, hair clinging to his forehead and teeth gritted to withstand the growing pain in his back. he's not letting the miracle of getting hard twice go to waste. he was going to make you cum and he meant it. every word. and then his tip knocked against your cervix a little too hard which brought tears to your eyes. the man from before really did a number on you after all. your small yelp halted his movements immediately and his eyes widened.

"doll, you okay? shit i'm sorry i-"

you bit the bottom of your lips as the pain dulled. his cock was warm against your walls. you had not felt this type of pleasure in a long time. so you took a sharp inhale and looked at him through teary eyes.

"you did so well, hun just...not too deep, alright? think my cervix might be a little bruised or something."

he went a little pale at your words.

"we can stop seriously i-"

you pulled him by the back of his neck into a kiss.

"please, it feels good..."

you whispered earnestly, eyes watery and filled with a soft pleading when you met his pretty blue gaze. he mulled it over and nodded, thrusting into you as he rubbed your clit in tandem. your mewls grew louder and with an inaudible gasp, you buck against him as the coil in your lower belly snapped. at the feeling of you clenching around him, Leon let out a guttural groan as his sensitive (and probably chafed) dick twitched inside you, rubber swelling with his load. he slumped onto you, panting in your ear. his eyes were dazed and his heart raced. he groaned softly at the pain in his back and knees which made you laugh a little, coughing as your own aches returned.

"guess we're both a little beat up, huh?"

you remarked through laboured breaths. he smiles softly with that same tenderness from before and kissed your hairline.

"guess we are, doll."

as you laid in his arm and feel your eyes flitter shut, you could almost imagine that it was just the two of you basking in each other's peace and love. like he was yours to hold and you were his. kind of like...a couple. you had a small smile at the thought. if only you were deserving of that.

"what's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

he asks softly, eyes closed and nose pressed against the side of your face as his breathing slowed.

"about how all of this feels...almost intimate."

you admitted, leaving your eyes shut to avoid his gaze. you felt him stiffen in your embrace.

"what's stopping us, doll?"

he asks after a while in his roughened voice and you felt your heart clench. the question sounded so innocent and almost hopeful but you gently shook your head.

"oh please, Leon. we both know why. and besides, you'd be better off with a nice woman who can give you the picket fence life of dreams. a kid, or two."

you rattled off, trying to push away the dreaminess in your tone. you had to be realistic. you....you had to-

"why not you? you can give me that too."

he says, rough hands gently guiding you to face him. your eyes opened and you saw love. the type of love that was unlike anything that you have seen. it felt like a hug that pierced past your vessel to cup and hold at the shards of your fragmented soul. you felt your eyes water.

"Leon, please...don't give me hope. i have long buried it for a reason..."

you pleaded but he shook his head.

"you walk out with me tomorrow morning, free. you can continue your college major that you dropped out of ages ago, get a job you actually like, and...maybe...if you want to, and only, if you want to, we can...get dinner?'

you froze. he did…what? his words felt like static. you've known this man for barely a year! why was he being so nice to you? freedom, what did he mean by that? there's so much to unpack and why was he blushing when he asked if you wanted to get dinner? you needed to thank him, grovel at his feet, do something. anything at all. your head spun and he seemed to pick up on it. so he brushed your hair behind your ears and rubbed circles so softly onto the skin of your cheeks as your brain raced at a million miles per minute.

"i don't want you to feel indebted to uhm...have dinner with me...i just thought...that we could...ya know-"

he said awkwardly, that light pink still dusting his handsome features. it was incredulous, really. this man had just casually announced that he had settled your debt and was worried about a dinner? a dinner who in five other universes you would have jumped at yourself if he hadn’t asked? he wanted to have dinner with a mere little entertainment of the night like yourself?

so you did the first thing you could think of. you laughed. a real genuine laugh that you have not even heard from yourself in a long long time. you hugged him tighter as fat tears of every emotion rolled down your face. he laughed, a relieved sort of chuckle that vibrated in the cavity of his chest.

"so...?"

he asked, looking at you like you were the only thing in the world. looking at you like a whole person. not a hooker, not shards of something, just you. so you smiled, and nodded. guess it did come true after all, that little dream of yours. as tears filled your eyes and hope began to pump your shrivelled heart back to life, you pressed a chaste kiss on the corner of his lips and let out an exhale.

"i'd love that, Leon.”

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ghostsghoul · 6 days

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thank you for the tag sweet thing !!! <3

tttttagz:

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n others I can't think offff

@kitty-mactabbysh , thanks a lot for the tag! You're awesome 💜💜

1. Do this uquiz.

2. Do this picrew.

3. Tag people.

NAH WHAT. Not me folks. 💀

This was so much fun to do! Made a second picrew of me (right) playing on the switch. I have a headset like that no joke. It lights up and changes colour too. It was an impulse buy like a year ago. Don't judge.

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ghostsghoul · 8 days

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thank you for the tag mll <333

EVERYONE IS SO GORG HERE WGAT

HOW DO I ADD A LINK FFS

i edited it to make it look more like me but the edit looks like pigshit because it's 1 in the morning and ive been studying for 3 hours now

didn't add my blonde streaks bc im TIRED.

forgive me

no pressure tags

@xoxostarlet @tacticalprincess @ressespearlz @abadtzmaru

other people I forgot their blog hold on give me six business days 😔

@tomtomslongdong thank u for tagging me honey! you know i love cute shit like this hehehe

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ghostsghoul · 12 days

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hi chrissi i think you're really cool and i appreciate you a lot and playing stardew with you is genuinely super fun and i wldnt trade it for the world. love you 🥰❤️

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ghostsghoul · 13 days

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this is so cute omgggg.

masterpiece again star!!! absolutely divine and super adorbs ml!!! LOVE LOVE LOVE <3

now playing: <the scars we bear> 00:00/43:00

starring: older!Leon x hooker!reader

MDNI + tw: brothel, inaccurate depictions of erectile dysfunction (?), fluff, suggestive (ish), thoughts of death, alcoholism, nsfw

playing next: <pieces of a whole> 00:00/55:00

☆ star's note: special thanks to @cherubify for beta reading and @abadtzmaru for editing!

☆ starlets: @mrswint3rs @ghostsghoul @elihii @iixtsmee @admirxation @ressespearlz @shiawaseorii @rigorwhoring @sqiim @localkiss @d10nyx @porcelainseashore

Leon sat alone in the living room with his head leaned back against the back rest of the couch. the glass of whiskey had long been forgotten when he now had the bottle by the neck. he should be outside, celebrating. it was what he had been slaving his life away for after all. the eradication of bio terror. regulations had been set, talks about it are going about, black markets have been cleared, and it was going good. no more back to back missions.

he let out a weighted sigh, wishing and praying that on top of the miracle that was occurring, god would pay him cheese tax for having busted his ass for ages and allow him to get drunk again. he wanted to not think for a while. just wake up the next day with a banging headache threatening to split his skull and covered in hurl of almost entirely bile and that one protein bar Hunnigan made him eat before he went home. or rather the empty coldness of the apartment he happened to have a bed in. he took another swig, feeling it burn his gums as it sloshed past his teeth. he wondered if his health insurance would cover dentures as well. he can lump it on top of all the other aches he had. his back, knees, neck, and shoulders, you name it.

at the age of 47, he found himself wondering what could have been had he ran that day with Claire and Sherry. maybe they could have staked out in motels for a while, get new identities, be a family? September 30th 1998. will it ever be a day he can forget? and if he did miraculously manage to forget, will everything fix itself? filled in cracks and duct tape around holes where the shards were too powdered to fit. Claire. he missed her. not in a weird way. in a way that survivors with a trauma bond, a close friendship, and a sort of shared guardianship custody of a now fully grown girl who would forever be little in your eyes would. but there were just some things that you learn to let go. because if you keep holding on to the what ifs, it'll only hurt worse.

sure they did see each other at events, gatherings, all of those things. but he missed that feeling of relief and connection they shared as the three of them walked out of Raccoon City's carnage. the calmest time he had ever experienced. his eyes stung. did the dribbles of whiskey on his fingers get in? he wiped his eyes at his sleeve. he must be getting old. too old and too tired. a double whammy.

and so that was how he found himself at the doors of a neon lighted establishment. the type that mothers would take a longer detour to avoid explaining things to their kids. the kind where drunk losers (not so different from him), unfaithful husbands, and sketchy people hung around. the modern day brothel. he wondered how this place was still up and running. he rubbed the stiff in the back of his neck and stepped in.

the counter was a sleazy bald man with a gold tooth. Leon blinked blankly at the sight. did he step through a time portal? was this man a typical sleazebag incarnate who escaped from the television world? he took a deep breath which made his ribs hurt and gave the man a half smile.

"any preference for ya?"

his voice was nasally and his eyes were beady as they stared at Leon. Leon found himself shaking his head.

"no. i'll take whatever you have."

Leon says. that was practically his life motto wasn't it? the government throws shit in his face because it's whatever they have and he takes it. day after day. year after year. a quick cheap lay would make things better. it had to. sex was the only thing he hadn't had in a while. must be what was missing. men have needs. they don't need to go for therapy continuously because the first and only session they had ever attended did not help whatsoever. and besides, wasn't it called...a placebo? if he thinks sex will solve all his problems, it will.

and so he took the keycard from the counter's sweaty palms and began trudging down to room 17-C. the room where 'the sweetest lay you'll ever get' resided. he fiddled with the keycard as he waited for the rickety lift to bring him up. if he was lucky, the cords holding it together would snap at the level he was supposed to alight and send him plunging to his death. but if god couldn't even pay him a miniscule cheese tax of getting inebriated in an attempt to regain control over his life, why would he be granted such mercy?

before he knew it, he was at the door. he knocked on it and waited. it felt wrong to just use the keycard and barge in like the sleazebag counter implied. and he would also rather not accidentally stumble upon another client. the shame of being here was gnawing at his barely addled whiskey brain; seeing dick and balls would just remind him of the military, and he would rather not remember that at all.

"come in, sweetheart. use the keycard."

the voice was soft and sultry as it called out to him, muffled by the wood of the door. he did as he was told and entered the room. his eyes shifted to the floor awkwardly. he did not know where to look or where to stand or what to do entirely. he was out of his element which felt funny to even consider because he had been constantly put in situations throughout his life. there was a soft rustling sound and he finally looked up.

"is this your first time, handsome?"

you asked him, head tilted to the side curiously. you were positively the sweetest looking girl he had seen in a while. usually the ones he saw were either friends, mysterious hook ups, the president's daughter, or downright rotting and falling apart. his heart raced.

"yeah and uh...the name's Leon Kennedy. but a doll like you can call me, Leon."

he says, face stretching into a grin that looked more like a grimace. he watched your face wrinkle subconsciously as you tried to stifle either a giggle or blatant disgust. the curse of being trained for observance has graced him once more and he felt his face warm. he finally processed how awkward it all sounded and mentally groaned. was it too late for him to induce that lift accident himself?

"okay, Leon Kennedy, what did you have in mind today? to preface, anything is fine unless i use the safeword and we can begin whenever you're ready."

you tell him, leaning closer and putting on your client facing seductive smile. your hands trailed to his shoulder and took off his gunmetal blue leather jacket. he gulped softly and nodded.

"what's the safe word, doll?"

he asks, looking at you as you held onto his jacket with the tips of your fingers. your smile turned teasing and the rouge of your lips brushed against his ear as you spoke.

"why? you've got something really messed up in mind, huh?"

you asked him, tracing the prickle of his stubble gently. he couldn't help but notice how your whole persona was arousing but at the same time almost...haunting. he scanned the room, your fingers, and then your eyes. he froze. it was like staring down the crystalline amber at the bottom of his whiskey glass. your eyes were his.

his silence made your fingers still and you found yourself searching into his blue gaze. the type that looked as if they hold too much of the world and nothing at the same time. your brows furrow slightly and you felt your heart tighten just a little in your chest. so you did what you did best. you kissed him. the taste of lingered whiskey and the feel of plush lips against your own. his hands traveled to the back of your neck as he pulled you in closer.

he wasn't a bad snog. his tongue parted your lips and he further deepened it. not forcefully or disgustingly slobbery like most of the other men before. it felt just right. down to the way his scruff tickled the soft skin of your face. he tasted dizzyingly good too. this was going to be the easiest lay of your day. he was stunning, relatively gentle, and not a creep. it was a major win in your books considering you had to deal with a balding sixty year old who probably brushed his teeth with cigars and ass.

he was pressing you against the cheap motel bed which creaked beneath the weight. his calloused fingers fumbled with his belt and you snuck a glance by pulling away to pepper kisses down his throat and shoulder. there was no bulge. tough crowd? your hands began to palm at his boxers which made his teeth grit. he was breathing heavily but it only twitched.

"hun, hold up..."

you say as he kissed you almost feverishly. he pulled away with flushed lips and half lidded eyes, pupils blown. you bit the inside of your cheek. this was gonna be a hard talk.

"hun you're not...forgetting anything?"

you ask gently, holding his face in your hands. he was breathing a little heavier eyes–dazed. he shook his head.

"no."

he breathed out before leaning in to kiss you, hands roaming to hold you close. you pressed a hand to his lips.

"you...sure, hun? you're not..."

you trailed off looking him in the eyes and praying that he got the hint.

"not what, doll?"

he says, eyes still trained on your lips as he wet his a little with the tip of his tongue. when you don't respond, his eyes meet yours. there was a desperation in it. not the type of desperation when a man needed a good fuck. it was more a desperation for something else entirely. like he was reaching for something to hold on to. anything at all. your heart tightened again. it felt all too familiar. you took a deep breath.

"not...hard, hun."

you tell him, your voice shaking a little.

"it works just fine, doll. trust me."

he says. although it sounded more like he was trying to reassure himself. that he was in need of a good fuck and nothing else. definitely nothing else that was more important to his wellbeing. he leaned in once more to kiss you and this time you let him. he began taking off his shirt and you did the same to your skimpy top, unclasping your bra. he looked at you and smiled softly.

"so pretty for me, doll. guess the counter was right, huh?"

he says. if it were anyone else you'd be grossed out but the way he said it made it seem like a genuine compliment. again, you read his eyes instead of his lips. you couldn't help the tenderness that began to rise from within the depthly caverns of your chest. a feeling you had long forgotten.

"hey...Leon? we can take it slow you know. you're my last customer anyway..."

you tell him and his smile faltered. you laid down beneath his hovering form and patted the empty space of the mattress next to you. he seemed to scan your face to figure out exactly what was happening but he didn't seem to get it. and yet, he still laid next to you anyways. both of you laid in your underwear, staring at the ceiling.

the mould spots, the dust, and the dirt that layered the ceiling and the lights were an all too familiar sight. you see it first thing in the morning, when a customer fucks you and you do the thing where you zone out and then pretend to cum when they do, before you sleep, and even now. in a way, it was a little memoir of your humble abode. the sound of him clearing his throat next to you made you turn to face him. his brown hair was splayed on the pillow case and he was studying the ceiling too.

"i'm sorry."

he says, his voice softer and deeper. you smiled. despite everything, his apology brought out a genuine smile from you.

"what for, hun? you didn't do anything wrong."

you say, eyes fixed on the rise and fall of his chest. his skin was littered in scars of every kind. you ran the pad if your index finger over each one, watching him shiver at your cold touch. almost as if he was holding himself from recoiling away.

"i can uh...eat you out. make up for it."

he suggests in a joking tone which trembled at the end of it. you exhaled softly. not an entirely bad offer but not right now. not when he's clearly going through it and is attempting to brush it all of with a cheap fuck.

"do you trust me, Leon?"

you asked him gently as you tucked away his hair. he pursed his lips and shut his eyes for a little before nodding. he found himself stunned at the fact that he was willing to trust this woman whom he had just met at most an hour ago. he couldn't even trust anymore, having been betrayed over and over again by strangers and acquaintances alike. so why...? what made this special? what made her special? his thoughts screeched to a standstill as she gently turned him and wrapped her arms around him snugly.

his breath hitched in his throat. he laid there awkwardly, unable to think. he felt his chest stricken and his breaths grew heavy.

"turn for me, sweetheart. let me hold you."

your voice filled his being with a sense of something he hadn't felt in a long time. he turned, his silver scars and chiselled back pressed against the soft of your bare chest. if this had been any other situation, his dick would have hardened, they would have had sex, and his problems would have been solved–who was he kidding? you heard him sniffle. once. twice. and then a choked sob. you held on tighter, pressing your face against the crook of his neck. you rubbed his sides soothingly. you teared up. it felt like you were being entrusted with something so raw and vulnerable. something that not many people would put in the hands of someone like you.

the both of you laid there in a gentle silence. it felt like a respite from the constant shit that life threw at you. he was now facing you, forehead pressed against yours, and eyes red from having cried so much. you held onto him, fingers tracing against each and every scar as if to memorise the missing shards of him, and put him back together. his own muscular arms had made it's home around your waist, pressing you so close to him. the bareness of your skin was bathed in silver moonlight and everything felt right. even if it was just for a moment.

even if at the end of the day you were two strangers, a broken man and a hooker, laying in the soiled sheets of a sleazy brothel.

and against the rules of your job, you let him sleep in your room. it felt nice to be held so intimately in somebody's arms without the need to provide sex for them. it almost made you believe that sex isn't all you were good for. that you deserved this borderline loving treatment and intimacy. if you closed your eyes and deluded yourself enough, maybe it'll come true.

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