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totallynottinsel · 7 months
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I was bored and made this at like 1 am with no reason behind it
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alvivaarts · 10 months
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Can I offer you a meme in this trying time? Because they're sure having a trying time.
(Aka things they do to pass time in the hotel when Luis is gone getting their friends tm)
This was made because whenever I think of writing the next chapter, the following has been stuck in my head for literal weeks whenever I think of this:
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hamartia-grander · 2 years
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Heisenberg: would you rather kill Ethan or-
Lady Dimitrescu: kill him.
Heisenberg: I didn't even say the other-
Lady D: I don't need to hear it
Ethan:
Ethan: I'm feeling a little unsafe?
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leonwifey · 2 years
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“𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑺 & 𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑺.” — halloween is way more fun with leon.
˚୨୧ genre — fluff, domestic au
˚୨୧ word count — 891
˚୨୧ note — yeah... i'm a wee bit excited for halloween and to act upon it, i wrote a lil something with hubby!leon. this was written with re6 leon in mind, but honestly he could be any leon. hehe, enjoy! as always, requests are open!
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“Is this really necessary?” Your husband groans up at you, who is dabbing on the finishing touches to his makeup.
A small glare graces itself on your face before returning to your canvas of a man. “Yes, Leon. Yes it is,” You intentionally pat the sponge of white face paint a little harder onto his forehead. “Besides, the kids will be here any minute now.” 
“Yes ma’am.”
Halloween has always been your favorite time of the year. You absolutely relished in every one of the fall festivities, always dragging your husband to the pumpkin patch which ultimately ends with him carving every pumpkin with various designs and faces. Even when you asked him if you could take a stab at it, your husband would be very adamant about handling the knives himself. Sure, let the agent have his fun.
The perfected pumpkins now sit along your porch steps, accompanied by the surplus of Halloween decor you splurged on. Zombies and grave stones emerge from your lawn, spiders are sprawled all over your front door, and you’ve even taken the time to splatter fake blood on the windows. You admit it was a bit extra, but if you aren’t the spookiest house in the neighborhood, you’re not quite sure what you’d do with yourself.
Now, you have Leon sitting obediently in the bathroom, working on finishing his Halloween makeup. This year, the two of you have decided to go as a vampire and one helpless human. Him, dressed in a pleated Victorian blouse with a sickening cape to match and you, the tragic and foolish peasant girl who happens to also look rather ravishing in a bodice. A skit has also been devised for when the kids arrive, one that includes Leon biting your neck and your fake blood splatters in all directions. It’s honestly a win for everyone. Kids get king sized candy bars and you have a hot vampire husband sucking your neck. 
Stepping back to admire your finished work, you smile giddily before helping him up. “You ready for this, Count Leon?” 
The vampire grins, wrapping his arms around your corseted waist, facing you both towards the mirror. His nose presses against your neck and his painted lips are dangerously close, tickling you slightly. “I could just eat you up right about now.”
You try not to shudder at the awfully erotic sight before you, opting for a laugh and placing a hand on his chest instead. Leon with his hair slicked back is something you could never be immune to. “Well, you better save that for witching hour. And maybe keep those fangs on, too.”
“Is this a new kink I’ve uncovered?”
With a lighthearted scoff, you break out of his arms and head downstairs. “Whatever, Dorkula.”
Out the window, you can already spot little kids in all kinds of costumes walking the streets. The sight makes you smile, entertaining the thought of a life with a mini Leon by your side. It’s something you two have discussed on countless occasions and you’ve already bought the house to boost the thought, but you just could never pinpoint Leon’s actual thoughts on the matter. In any case, you spot a handful of kids make their trek onto your driveway, hesitant at the sight of all the spooks around them. Grabbing the bowl of candy, you hastily shut off the lights and ready yourself behind the front door.
The sound of the doorbell echoes through the house and you immediately pull open the door.
“Trick or treat! The group of children cheer excitedly.
“Wow! What awesome costumes you guys have! Here, choose y-”
And right on cue, Leon comes up from behind you to bite your neck, fake blood gushing out of his mouth staining your neck in crimson. The children shriek almost instantly, clutching their buckets in fear. You lean against your vampire husband's chest, feigning death as he takes the bowl from your hands and urges the children to grab some candy. “Would you children like some treats?”
To both of your surprise, the children stay stagnant and blink up at Leon in disbelief. 
“You killed that nice lady!” A little boy dressed up as ghost points. “We’re not taking candy from a murderer!”
“Yeah!” The rest of the kids cheer, ready to take on the vampire.
The giggle you try to stifle is unable to hide itself and you can feel how speechless Leon is, even in your dead state. “This wasn’t on the script…” Leon whispers, nudging you.
Because you enjoy seeing your dear husband struggle, you continue playing dead, anticipating his improv acting. Clearing his throat, the vampire speaks. “Um, fear not children! I've only just turned this woman into a vampire, so we can both live as immortals in love for the rest of our lives! Now, quickly! Take the candy!”
Finding some truth in his words, the children eagerly take their candy bars and drop them into their buckets, thanking Leon for the treats. With the shut of the door, you finally rise from the dead with another merry giggle. 
“Gosh Leon, that was quite the proposal. “ You exhale, ready to reenact the scene once more. “And those kids were certainly smart.” 
“Yeah, but you know... Ours will probably be smarter.”
It was your turn to be in disbelief. “Hold on, what?”
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ladyantiheroine · 6 months
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Annette Birkin: ARE YOU READY TO FUCKING DIE?!?! Ada Wong: I'M A BAD BITCH YOU CAN'T KILL ME
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umbrellacorphq · 8 months
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Internal reviews suggest any vegetal mutations or cranial bisections after using our lotions are a result of underlying conditions and not reactions to Umbrella products.
If you have any unexpected vine growths, we would be happy to send you a new batch. Simply contact customer service with your address and precise daily schedule.
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Mia: “It’s time for bed.”
Eveline, holding a teddy bear: “Mr Snuffles says I can stay up as late as I want and that you need to die!”
Mia: …
Mia: “What the heck, Mr Snuffles?”
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jetalveran · 2 months
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Chapters: 22/50 Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Cassandra Dimitrescu/Original Female Character(s), Daniela Dimitrescu/Original Female Character(s), Alcina Dimitrescu's Daughters/Original Female Character(s), Bela Dimitrescu/Cassandra Dimitrescu/Daniela Dimitrescu/Original Character(s), Bela Dimitrescu/Original Female Character(s), Donna Beneviento/Original Female Character(s), Previous Donna Beneviento/Bela Dimitrescu Characters: Alcina Dimitrescu, Alcina Dimitrescu's Daughters, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Original Female Character(s), Donna Beneviento, Angie (Resident Evil), Mother Miranda (Resident Evil) Additional Tags: Body Horror, Gothic Romance, Found Family, Pseudo-Incest, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dubious Consent, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Sex, Murder, Canon-Typical Violence, Hivemind Romance, Amnesia, Vampires, Cannibalism, Flies doing cute fly things, Blood Drinking, Bugs & Insects, Mental Institutions, Psychological Torture, Torture, Past Lives, Unhealthy Relationships, Beladonna as problematic exes, Possession, POV Jewish Character, Swarmcest Series: Part 1 of Blood on the Vine Summary:
Six months into a year-long contract Isolde Ardenlane finds her in the middle of a horrific comedy of errors when she accidentally convinces Daniela Dimitrescu that they're Meant to Be.
Surviving Daniela's idea of romance quickly turns into a battle for Isolde's mind as the relationship dredges up secrets that everyone would prefer to stay buried.
And that's before the complication that is Lady Beneviento.
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Claire: CHRIS! IS THAT A WEED?!
Chris: No, this is a Crayon–
Claire: I'M CALLING THE POLICE!!!
Claire: *dials 911 on a microwave*
Leon's voice coming from the microwave: 911 what's your emergency?
Chris: ????
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landfilloftrash · 1 year
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someone please give this man a break
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on the topic of resident evil, those ivy creatures (plant zombies) can absolutely GET IT. all those vines... 😳
Oh anon you know just what tickles my mind, as well as other places 🥴🥴🥴
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avid-adoxography · 2 years
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What about Sturm for the morning after? If you're still doing these ofc ^-^
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I am not sorry
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sufferingrelapsed · 1 year
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>Overstimulated in public so I curl into a corner and go through Tumblr
>Fuckig... resident evil mpreg jumpscare???
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sunny-writing-poetry · 4 months
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Imported from my ao3 account. This is some smut about Donna from Resident Lover. I have never played a actual resident evil game. have fun.
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You lazily tap your fingers against the front desk of the flower shop. Today had been slow, almost too slow for comfort. Usually at least 3 or 4 people come in every few hours, but today has been desolate. Only one person wandered in, and then left pretty quickly.
Your thoughts about the slow day are interrupted by the soft creaking of the door to the nursery opening. Before you can turn around, Donna is already right behind you, placing her hands on your hips and gently rubbing circles into your skin. She still has her gloves on, and you can already see the smudges of dirt on your uniform. Not that either of you care.
She puts her head on your shoulder and whispers to you in her typical soft-spoken and lovely voice. “Since nobody’s come in today…” She pauses before continuing, her hands squeezing your thighs softly, making you squeak in both embarrassment and pleasure. “Why don’t you flip the sign to closed, and let’s take the day to ourselves.”
You’re not one to protest a day with Donna. You gently slide out of her grasp, which she pouts at, but lets you go. You walk over to the front door of the shop. You close it, lock it, and then flip the sign from “open” to “closed.”
You don’t even get to walk back, as Donna grabs your wrist right after you flip the sign and pulls you back into the nursery faster than you can really process what’s happening. She closes the door behind you both and smiles at you with a… almost malicious look in her eyes. It’s both scary and attractive. She pushes you up against the nursery door, and you hear the small click of the door locking.
She puts her hands on your sides. Her mouth pushes up against your ear, and she whispers to you. “I have something I want to try… Trust me for a bit.” Her voice is soft, like normal, but there’s something else under it. Excitement, and maybe even possessiveness.
She pulls you further into the nursery. You find yourself in a section that you rarely go into. Plants with strange grape-like berries fill one large shelf to your right. It’s not a plant you recognise- it must be quite exotic. The wall to your left is lined with thick, thorny vines.
Donna plucks one of the berries off of the plants to your right. She looks at it for a moment, and then smiles. She moves closer to you and gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead, before pressing the berry to your lips.
She speaks with a tone you can’t quite place. “Eat it.” You consider questioning for a moment, but that slight glare in her eyes and the unusual tone make you think better of questioning her. You part your lips, and she slides the berry into your mouth. Part of her glove presses against your teeth as she lets the berry fall onto your tongue.
You look at her for a moment, and she nods in encouragement. The berry has the texture of a grape, and tastes like one when you bite into it. It melts in your mouth, and you smile softly as you eat it. Is this some sort of weird grape? It tastes good. Really good. Juicy, but not overly sweet. It almost has a warm taste.
Then it hits you. Right after you swallow it, a wave of warmth shocks your body, making you gasp softly and immediately start blushing. You can feel a certain warmth building in your crotch. You try to ignore the feeling, but can’t. Your whole body feels times more sensitive, even your clothes make you shiver and whimper as you try and stand still.
You open your lips and try to speak. “W-What did you g-give m-“ Donna wraps her arms around you and forces her lips onto yours. Your head spins and you can barely think. It feels so good… her hands, her lips, all of it. Your vision spins and you moan into her mouth as she continues pressing her lips into hers. Your back feels like it’s on fire as she squeezes into it with her gloves. You instinctively cling onto her, desperate for some sort of support as your vision blurs and your legs start to fail you.
She supports your weight and leads you to the ground, laying you on the floor as an intense, pleasureable warmth consumes your body. Fire erupts on your skin everywhere she touches. Need takes over you as the warmth between your legs grows and grows. The concrete floor of the nursery is extremely cold, but somehow it makes you whimper and moan softly as you lay on it.
Donna is smiling down at you as she sits down next to your head- which is now laying just in front of the thick, thorny vine plants you noticed before. She puts her hands around your waist and grabs the ends of your shirt. Dust falls off her gloves and onto your clothes, but you can barely pay attention to anything except her. Your shirt is removed within moments, and your pants follow suit, forming a small pile next to you. She smiles even wider at your mostly exposed body.
She grabs your wrists, and brings them together above your head. She frowns and looks around, before smiling at the thorny plants. She speaks, and her voice makes your body shudder again. “This might hurt… We’ll clean you up after, Doceletta.” She takes the vines of the plant and wraps it around your wrists, and binds them tightly. The thorns dig into your wrists, making you moan desperately. It hurts, it hurts a lot… but god, it feels so good. The way she’s looking at you feels so good too. She moves her still-gloved hands down your body, starting at your shoulders and moving downwards until she reaches your chest. Every inch she touches feels so good. You try to move closer, to get her to touch you more, but the squirming only makes the thorns dig into your wrists harder. Blood trickles down your arms. She gently circles your breasts with her hands.
She moves her hands to your back, following the straps of your bra. She gingerly unclasps it and removes your bra, adding it to the pile. She then moves her hands back to your breasts. She places the palms of her gloves against your chest, and the simple movement alone is enough to make you moan with need. She wraps her fingers around your breasts, her dark gloves pressing into the sensitive and soft flesh. She squeezes into the skin, each finger creating a deep indent into your breasts. You moan needily, desperately, trying to push for just a little more contact. It never comes, though, as she retracts her hands from your chest and moves herself down your body.
She spreads your legs apart, and sits between them. Your vision is still blurry, but the slight lull in her actions is enough for you to finally think again. You blink several times, and look down at her. She’s sitting between your legs, gently drawing circles into your stomach. You twitch slightly at the action, but nothing like the fiery need from before.
She frowns, and climbs over your body, placing her hands on either side of your head. She speaks softly and with a slightly nervous tone. “A-Ah. I thought it would… last longer…” She smiles nervously, clearly waiting for you to be angry with her.
But instead, you smile dumbly up at her. Even though you’re bleeding out of your hands and wrists, and you’re mostly naked on the floor of the nursery… you enjoyed it. It would be nice if she told you before drugging you, though.
You speak up after several moments of awkward silence. “Can I have another one?”
She seems a little taken aback, but smiles, and gets up. She dusts off her gloves, and walks over to another one of the plants she had taken the berry from earlier. She picks one off, and moves back to sit beside your head. She gently presses it up to your lips- and without needing further instruction, you open your mouth. The berry falls in, and you chew into it, then swallow it. At first, nothing happens. Then a wave of heat permeates your body, even more intense than with the first one. You let out a soft moan at the feeling.
You start rubbing your thighs together. You moan a little louder, desperate for more contact. You know you’d be fucking yourself if your hands weren’t tied.
Donna giggles at your desperation. She grabs your ankles and pushes your legs apart, making room for her to sit between your legs. She leans down and places a kiss in your stomach, just above your panties. You moan loudly and try to move closer to her- but are held back by the painful feeling of thorns digging into your hands. She’s the only one in control here.
She pulls your panties down, and with some difficult movement, takes them off of you entirely. She speaks again, her voice a little less soft, and her tone much more lustful than you’ve ever heard it. “Should I keep the gloves on?” She asks, gesturing at the dark gardening gloves around her hands.
You nod yes.
She smiles.
She turns her hand so that her palm is pressing against the top part of your crotch. You whimper at the motion, and she takes that sound as encouragement. She gently pushes one of her fingers inside you. The feeling is incredible- it leaves you a moaning, squirming mess within seconds. The glove around her hand makes it feel even better. The leathery material feels so good inside you. Just when you think you’ve finally adjusted to the one, she pushes another finger inside you, and curls them both slowly.
She starts pushing them in and out of you. Your vision blurs again and the only thing you could ever think about feeling is how she’s using your body right now. She fingers you relentlessly, leaving you a moaning mess at her mercy. At some point, she leans in and starts kissing your chest up and down. Not that you would really notice as she brings you up further and further into a desperate pleasure. You grind against her fingers, practically begging her for more. Even though moving at all causes the thorns around your wrists to dig in deeper, you couldn’t care less. Her fingers are all that matter to you right now. You keep repeating her name in your moans, trying to beg her for more but failing as you can’t get more than her name out through the gasping moans.
Soon, you close your eyes and moan louder than ever, leaving you completely gasping and breathless as she brings you to the best orgasm of your life. You feel your whole body go limp. Your head tilts to the side. Some drool falls out of your mouth as she continues gently rocking her fingers inside of you. Several waves of pleasure and tension come in and out of your body. Donna’s gentle use of your body brings you through all of them.
Eventually, you pass out on the floor like that. Used, arms bloodied, and drooling.
The last thing you remember of that night is Donna’s small smile as she unties the vines around your wrists, and starts bandaging them up.
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mackjlee9 · 9 months
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Not sure if you already got an ask for this but
Leon and werewolf reader? 😱
How about... Vampire!leon x werewolf!reader also I have no idea what this genre is tbh
Vampire!Leon Kennedy x Werewolf!Male!Reader [?]
Masterlist.
Resident Evil
An unspoken rule had been established in this world. Each agency holds a specific type of creature to avoid conflicts, these agencies go out of their way to never meet up, only under impossible circumstances they could work together as one.
So no one is happy when they're squeezed together in the conference room under the President's command.
Everyone wondered how serious the situation had to be to have them mixed in a room like this, but not a single one of them could refuse the job, especially when they were under the President's orders.
Vampires and Werewolves were natural enemies, it was just how their instincts worked. Witches and Wizards had the same issue, they were similar, but so different as well. And here they were, vampires and wolves in the same room, breathing the same air, it was suffocating.
"I need everyone here to listen, this mission is essential for humanity's survival, and you have to work together on this," well, there was a reason by working under the President's orders meant neutral ground, no conflict should even exist under these conditions.
Everyone could work with anyone, and they had no right to refuse.
"Agent Kennedy, Agent (L/n)," both males watched how the president signaled for them to approach his seat. They stood on either side of him, while President Graham grabbed a pile of paper sheets next to a rather smaller one, and handed them to his bodyguards, "If you have a paper, you may leave."
(M/n) and Leon looked at each other for a moment, before watching how everyone left the room, only leaving them two with the president, both bodyguards standing by the closed double doors.
"Your abilities are needed, gentlemen," he stood up from his chair and reached to the whiteboard behind him, turning it around, and showing images of people and maps with paths marked. A close follow-up on times, when they arrived, when they left, and with who, "You have been paired on this mission because of your physical abilities, skills, fighting style, and solo efficiency," the president grabbed the smaller pile, only containing four sheets, two for each.
Everything they needed to know was there. They read silently, realizing that this job could turn out horribly wrong.
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Even if the mission was anything but smooth sailing, they had managed to get the first half of it done and were now heading to the next destination. But something was... Off.
They immediately realized that they had entered wizard territory, and they planned to immediately turn around and leave, but that wasn't something they could do anymore.
Their ankles had vines wrapped around them, preventing them from moving an inch, and soon, wizards of all kinds and elements began surrounding them. With gritted teeth, (M/n) raised his hands up, not wanting to shake the beehive any further, and Leon released his knife, doing the same as his wolf partner.
"Well... This is gonna be a problem."
And being chained to the walls, confined in a single room together was definitely a problem.
"That it was," (M/n) sighed and looked around the room for the thousandth time, never seeing anything different, never noticing any changes. Neither of them knew how long they'd been kept locked there, they would've tried to escape but they figured they will be fine soon... Hopefully.
Whether they had been there for hours, a few days, or a week, they didn't care, they had been trained to be able to survive these types of situations, but one was doing better than the other.
Every now and again, someone would toss them a bottle of water and a piece of bread, something that didn't work to give them energy or strength, but kept them somehow alive. The wizards knew what they were and were giving them things they knew wouldn't satiate their hunger.
And (M/n) noticed that he was holding better than Leon was, he was getting hungrier the longer it passed, but he was doing alright, but Leon? He kept licking his lips, his eyes had turned a bright red and he was avoiding eye contact, adding the fact that he had drowned that water bottle in an instant, looking still just as thirsty as ten seconds ago before he drank that bottle whole.
Even so, Leon was able to hold a small conversation with (M/n), although there wasn't much to talk about, and well, a little teasing to distract him wouldn't hurt, would it?
"So, is it true that a vampire's bite works as an aphrodisiac?" (M/n) asked with a smirk on his face, only making the blond scoff, looking into his (e/c) eyes with his once blue ones.
"Is it true that all male wolves have a knot on their cock?" Well, he wasn't expecting that question.
He cleared his throat for a moment, looking away, staring at the roof above their heads, feeling his face heating up a bit as he thought of a way to change the subject.
But the chain rattling behind Leon caught his attention. He looked down at him again, noticing how he had leaned forward, his pupils dilated and sweating quite a bit, his eyes fixated on him- on his neck.
(M/n) laughed and shifted on the floor, finding a more comfortable position as he observed Leon with amusement.
"Oh~?" (M/n)'s tone of voice made Leon snap back from his trance, huffing when he made eye contact with him, glancing away, but still able to hear the sound of his heartbeat speed up, "I thought us wolves always smelled like wet dogs, as those of you so kindly say, and it's not appetizing."
Well, Leon wasn't gonna tell him that he actually smelled kinda nice and didn't stink, otherwise, he would've commented on it after being locked in that room for however long it's been.
"Beggars can't be choosers," was all he responded, his jaw clenching right after when (M/n) laughed, his nose picking up the sweet scent of his blood, his eyes staring right where his pulse is, and the chains holding him back rattled again as he moved forward.
Leon tries to hold onto his sanity, but the way (M/n) continues to tease him about him being hungry, is making him mad. (M/n) feels in control, and he enjoys watching Leon slowly lose control over himself, but the feeling of superiority didn't last long.
With a loud grunt, Leon's arms shot forward, the chain breaking off the wall, hanging around his wrists as he launched himself to (M/n), keeping the wolf pinned against the wall, bearing his fangs at him, drool dripping down the corners of his lips.
Despite obviously being hungry and losing most of his self-control, Leon was still not latching onto his neck to drink his blood, and (M/n) could hear the sound Leon's nails made as they scratched the wall behind him.
"I don't wanna... Do something I... Might regret..." He mutters with gritted teeth and ragged breath, (M/n) looks into his red eyes, the crimson color covered by the black of his pupils and he sees the blond swallowing his saliva way too often.
He can smell Leon's desire, his hunger, and his need for him, for blood- for his blood.
Leon closes his eyes tight and groans when he hears (M/n)'s heart beating faster, his scent getting stronger.
Leon held his breath and slowly commanded his body to back away, but the small rattle of chains made him open his eyes. (M/n)'s neck was right in from of him, his nose almost gracing his pulse.
"I'm gonna rip your head off if you don't stop when I tell you to stop," his words were threatening, but his voice was so sweet and gentle that Leon almost couldn't understand what he had said.
He licked his lips, releasing a whine when his tongue touched (M/n)'s neck, his hands wrapping around the chains still holding the wolf captive just as a way to be able to ground himself. Leon took a deep breath through his mouth, almost moaning as he tasted (M/n)'s scent on his tongue. He dragged his tongue across his fangs and leaned closer, piercing through (M/n)'s sensitive skin, not caring about the pathetic whimper he released at the warm and sweet taste of his blood.
(M/n) frowned at the pain, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle, and soon his body shivered, making him bite his lip to hold in the growl that wanted to escape. He felt his body on fire and the little nudge he felt of Leon's knee in between his thighs let him know why.
"So it... Does work as an... Aphrodisiac, eh?" He mumbled trying to make humor of the situation, but the way Leon continued drinking his blood wasn't helping, "Fuck- Leon..."
Tightly gripping the chains, Leon ripped them off the wall, hearing them hit the floor as he wrapped his arms around (M/n), straddling his hips and slowly retracting his fangs, licking the blood dripping from them. He leaned down to lick the blood around the wound, and he watched how it started healing by itself.
Of course, wolves have enhanced healing, he should've known.
He nuzzled in the crook of (M/n)'s neck, the wolf sighing and leaning against the wall, his hand lazily resting atop Leon's thighs.
Extended ending.
Hours later, the door was pulled open, revealing the unexpected sight of those two cuddled together. And the wizard looked up at her superior, wondering what she should do.
He sighed and signaled her to make a portal, it would be a way quicker way to get them out, they couldn't disobey the president's orders after.
"Send them away, Amelia." She nodded and started casting her spell, watching them being consumed by the purple portal.
As soon as they woke up, they realized they were outside. They weren't sure why or how, but the scroll floating in front of them told them what they needed to know.
"Well," (M/n) made eye contact with Leon, and he saw his cheeks pink, his eyes back to their pretty blue, shining under the sunlight, the sight almost left him breathless, especially when he saw Leon's shy smile, "We- we have s-stuff to do..."
They got up in complete silence, I didn't know vampires could blush...
"Leon..." He called the blond, turning toward him, and he looked at him with wide eyes, "Do you wanna... Go out sometime?"
Leon's giggle caught him off-guard, but a smile grew on (M/n)'s face when he saw him nodding.
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fishy0bishy · 5 days
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Mad Lad!
so I caved in and made overdrive Merrit to get a little bit of art practice in.
this amazing Space Riders Au was Brought/made by @onyxonline!
Merrit has never gone to Overdrive but but essentially if she did Merrit goes “hardcore mode” Her body grows a bunch of leaves and vines around her legs and feet and eventually grow tough tree bark the longer she’s in this form as roots attach to the ground with each step. Her powers of summoning leaf shields and vine whips (another weapon she has) become very more dangerous with her unstable behavior and only being worse with how big she is but all the plants on her body slow her down. But with that shes basically bringing/Growing life out from her own body (with this possibility of reviving someone) but if someone touches her in the slightest the plants on her body will rapidly entangle the person and attach the person to her body (it won’t kill but leave someone trapped in vines) So hopefully she won’t go into Overdrive anytime soon! (Stares with lil grin)
I was mostly basing her design on clickers from “The last of us” and was a little inspired by the fungus from resident evil
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some parts might be hard to see but hopefully it’ll be fixed when I eventually transfer it I to digital!
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