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eldritch-spouse · 2 months

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I need to know in explicit detail the first time breg allowed this human to collect samples. Also need to know the embarrassing situations they are put in that their coworkers judge them

I honestly love this so much I'm kicking my feet and giggling ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[Fem reader. I kind of rushed this. Doodle at the end.]

TW: Heavy themes of abuse (including mentions of noncon, death and captivity); Dubious consent moments.

" Listen, we just need you to get in there. "

You blink. " ... This can't be serious. Is this a joke? "

The half-fiend woman, superior to you in professional rank, drags a hand across her blonde locks and grimaces. " Look, I know it sounds bad- "

" Of course it does! This was nowhere in the job description- "

Not that the job description was very uh, descriptive, anyway. But any straw will do, anything to cling to a modicum of your dignity as you get told what your next task will be.

She seems to switch through a few different corporate tactics to ease the blow. " Listen, please. We are short-staffed at the moment, and this has been affecting production a lot more than you can imagine. Specimen 197 is a big bread-winner here and we all know he's uncooperative with machinery, going as far as to ruin it constantly, which leads to more expenses- "

She's explaining this to you like you're a particularly slow toddler and you're not amused.

" We have also noted that M197 is clearly attached to you and a bond has been formed, which is why your presence is requested in certain situations, to reduce his stress levels during tasks. This... Is another one of those tasks. We just need you to get a few samples- " She points at the two canisters next to her. " And you can think of it as a way to improve your bond with the specimen even. "

" Ma'am, he's entering a rut. " You pause. " You want me to walk into a male breeder's cell while he's rutting and engage sexually with him? "

She gulps. " For- For strictly professional purposes- "

" I'm not doing this. "

...

" There's a significant monetary bonus if you manage to do it. "

A long, shameful, disgustingly filthy moment of silence unfolds where you internally debate how far you're willing to go for some much needed money.

Too far, apparently.

" ... I'll do it. "

" Great, that's wonderful, we- "

" No cameras in the room. "

She flinches. " But then how are we supposed to know if you're in danger? "

" No cameras, please. "

If you die you die. You don't want footage of you being possibly mauled by a breeder out there...

A begrudging glance is cast towards the canisters sitting innocently on the table.

Grabbing them, you prepare for the shitshow you signed yourself into.

We have him tied up, the techs had informed you, it'll make things easier.

Just hearing them gives you headaches.

Yes, of course, because forcibly restraining the already volatile lifeform will make it cease being hostile. Logical.

A long-suffering sigh exits your lips when you input the code to open 197's cell. It's a code you know by heart now. If not from the regular standard visits, then from the hurried string of numbers your coworkers would scream at you over the radio before getting launched around by a monster several times their size and weight.

It's hard to forget something like that. There are just some faces you never see again.

As soon as the heavily reinforced door hisses open, you're greeted by an immediate build-up of a snarl. As scary as the sound was when you first heart it, and continues to be on an instinctual level, you understand now that it's mostly born out of fear.

Nothing good ever happens when 197 is cuffed and he's right to be frightened.

The moment you step into view and the door slams shut behind you however, he visibly seems to shift gear instantly.

Sitting on the rather uncomfortable tiled ground, specimen 197 has his ankles spread and cuffed to the ground, his wrists joined behind him and his neck nearly choked to the wall. A muzzle prevents the breeder's jaw from elongating as it tends to do when he's threatened. His tail is likewise restrained in two areas. Those cuffs are the best things modern technology can offer, you haven't heard of a single solid monster type that can shatter them. They're likely also tampered with by some more magically-inclined individuals, but you've never been one to dabble in that.

He exhibits the signs you'd expect from any male entering a rut. Excessive sweating, goosebumps, a faster breathing rate, tension, restlessness and a dilated, humid slit. His skin flickers from time to time, signals somewhere between aggression and courtship displays. You would never have associated heat cycles with torture before starting your work here, but seeing the way these monsters are chemically forced into hypersexual, unhealthily exacerbated heats has shown you just how cruelly this biological process can be exploited.

Sometimes they die. A hormonal, frenzied, artificially accelerated metabolism like this is powerful, but it's also very fragile, in a way. Either they're able to maintain their required ridiculous nutrient intake, find a way to preserve as much energy as possible, or simply panic and end up dying from a mixture of stress and lack of sustenance.

Another sigh escapes your lips, you try to clear your head by placing the canisters on the ground.

The breeder in question, who was once nearly pitch black in his effort to intimidate the perceived threat, is now snow white, having registered you as his favorite, the "nice one". 197 shrinks in himself, then begins a litany of keening whines interspersed with specific chirps.

It might be a plea for attention from an already hormone-fried brain, it might also just be a desperate request to be released from his binds.

You're no paragon of morality, but unlike your coworkers, you understand that building a bond with anyone requires depositing some trust in them. And, even if 197 is rutting, you can only continue to build a connection with him if he has a modicum of comfort in this situation. Which is why you steel yourself before moving closer to the specimen in question and inputting the specific combination to unlock all of his cuffs.

The process is timed, giving workers about five or so minutes to leave the cell before the cuffs drop and the monster is freed. It prevents casualties, naturally.

197 tries to thump his tail in appreciation when he realizes what you're doing, quietly rumbling and trying to lean into the small brushes of your fingers as you work.

" There big guy, just give it a second... " You take a few steps back while you wait.

It feels like a small eternity before the restraints begin falling off one by one. First the tail ones, then the muzzle, the neck, the wrists... And the ankles. On that last click, the breeder shrugs everything away and stretches as he stands.

You've studied these monsters and their mannerisms, he's not stretching just to soothe his joints, he's displaying. The exaggerated curve of that spine says it all, you know exactly what reaction he's after. Though, already riled up as he is, you don't think it's a good idea to respond.

In a second, he's closed the distance between the two of you, this near suffocating hovering over your front, hands and arms twitching with the urge to touch you. 197 is not good with boundaries, which was very surprising to you, considering he absolutely detests it when 99% of people touch him.

The 1% being you.

He waits, visibly pained, for the signal.

" You can touch me now. "

And like a sudden wave, 197 nearly crashes onto you, his comparatively massive pale body blanketing over yours as his arms cage your upper body, lifting it along with him. You squealed the first few times, now you know to stay mostly still and lean to the right so he can shove his face in the crook of your neck without bonking his head against yours. Painful.

He takes a couple deep, shameless inhales of your scent. And, if you had to guess, you're probably a bit sweaty from anxiety. Not that he seems to care, 197 actually appears to slow down a little, enjoying the closeness and now familiar odor you possess. His tail coils around your legs and you pat his back when the telltale chirps and trills of elation make it past his throat.

" Yeah, I missed you too buddy. Take a breather. "

This close to the male, you have absolutely no choice but to drown in his musk. 197 can't help it, he's ruttting after all, those pheromones have to come out. Fortunately, as a human, you're not affected by them, though some of your monster coworkers have to wear specific masks when they enter rutting breeder cells. To you, it's just vaguely unpleasant and heavy.

197 would usually give you a bit of room by now, but he doesn't seem interested in that, instead shifting you around so he can smell other parts of your figure, particularly your hair. Your face warms from his excessive body heat and the sensation of being corralled, your protests silenced when a long blue muscle dips to trail from the base of your neck to your jaw and up the side of your face. The movement is quick, and your attempt to reflexively lean away is met with a tighter grasp as he repeats it.

197 has a habit of dulling his teeth to look more humanoid for your comfort, but not today, in the state he is, he likely forgot that detail altogether. This unfortunately means that you feel the scrape of those pointed daggers every time he amorously samples your skin.

" Alright okay, that's enough- "

You butt in when it feels like he's getting a bit too riled up too fast. It's not exactly counter-productive to your task, but letting him get more and more control over the situation will make it difficult to get the samples later. You can't wrangle a breeder in the throes of their rut, you have to do things before that critical stage.

However, the specimen isn't interested in listening to anything you have to say, responding instead to your tone with his own whine and starting to tug at your uniform. That does it. Thoroughly soaked in his drool, you grab onto the breeder's forearms hard.

" 197! " It's not a tone you like to use with any of the breeders here.

He eventually snaps out of his little trance, gulping, steadying himself before frowning and giving you the space you want.

In this barely minute-long episode, 197 has already kicked into high-gear. Breathing accelerated again, open-mouth panting, excessive drool production, somewhat puffed figure and the tips of his twin cocks already poking out of a pelvic pouch that can barely hold them back. He seems to shiver in his own overwhelming arousal, and though this species is known for having its eyes shielded behind a layer of skin on the face, you know he's fixed on you like a famished animal.

Although your cheeks are moments from setting aflame, this isn't exactly a new sight for you. 197 has gotten aroused in your vicinity several times, you've actually lost count. It'd be nonsensical of you to get irritated over such, given that these males are forced into hypersexuality by the concoctions introduced in their organisms. That paired with his fondness for you probably makes it hard for 197 to not get erections constantly. A hug can set him off, even simple closure paired with your scent is enough to do it.

Well. No time to waste.

While he's mildly disoriented, you grab one of the canisters and move towards a corner of the room with a seemingly randomly arranged pile of fabrics. This, as confusing as it may be to some, is a breeder's nest. And in this species of monsters, the males tend to be the ones who arrange spaces for coupling. 197 has expressed clear discontentment with the fabrics given to him during times of rut to fulfill his instinctual needs, but no one here is ever acting with the specimen's best interests in mind. Besides, he piped down when one of the techs had the bright idea of giving him a jacket you forgot in the workplace. It's right there in fact, the gray hue contrating with a mostly white and pale color scheme.

The nest itself is big, if it fits 197 then it definitely fits you too. And, knowing exactly what you're doing, you let him observe you take a step into it and sit down on the middle, empty canister beside you.

Oh boy.

You can practically hear the popcorn crackles in his brain.

The monster trills loudly, proudly, your supposed acceptance of what have amounted to months of unsubtle courtship from his part being finally rewarded. It's a dangerous moment, you're perfectly aware of such, but it's also necessary to get this over with.

197 drops to a creepily nimble crawl across the floor, rapidly posing over your seated form with blue-tinted cheeks and rabid need. Before you can get so much as a word in, he's dropping some of his weight on you, showering you in hasty licks and clumsy kisses again, this time unable to help himself from nipping at your clothes. The coverings visibly bother him, and the male growls quietly before his instincts tug at him again and he's trying to slot himself between your clothed legs. It takes some yelping, and fussy movement from his part, but you eventually rationalize that stressing him out can lead to a violent response right now.

Might as well let him get away with some embarrassing acts.

Hormone-muddled as he is, 197 has only enough of a mind to hold onto you and press two hot lengths against the front of your body. He's already full-mast, the heat and weight of those things dragging across you when he automatically moves his hips is utterly filthy. He groans, probably the first kind of decent friction he's been getting since he entered this phase of his cycle, the softness and smell of his favorite human getting the monster to leak already, lost in his desperate search for a modicum of relief. As gross and ridiculous as it is, at least he's not tugging at your clothes yet.

You can sense his frustration, the frantic way 197 mechanically bucks against you, the pressure he puts in every thrust, the way his claws puncture into your lab coat and he whines low, this noise that turns into a pleased sort of snarl. Overwhelmed, you shiver beneath his figure, glad there are no cameras to see you fluster and shamefully let a rutting monster grind at you.

You dare say you can get into this.

There's something so appealing about having a monster yearn for you so madly that he's driven to this senseless and primitive display, that even so much as humping you could have them blissed out. Your legs quake around his and you feel your pussy throb in response to the muted friction from his lightly barbed cocks. It's not the first time you've wondered about how it would feel... You've always been a monsterfucker at heart, and 197 is a brutally gorgeous specimen. He's always imploring for even a single touch from you, if you spread yourself out you have absolutely no doubt he would ram those alarming inches into you like a wild beast.

Yeah, maybe your coworkers would call you a sickfuck, but it's not like anyone who works here is moderately normal...

It's a secret. One that you're vaguely paranoid might not be so secret anymore, now that you've been entrusted with this.

In your horny little stupor, you make the critical mistake of forgetting that breeders quickly detect arousal in others. And you are probably making a wet spot in your pants as of now.

With a sudden snort of an inhale, he rises like a man possessed to start ripping at the sides of your lab coat, forcefully trying to rip it off even as he's unable to stop rocking his hips. He knows how to unbutton things just fine, but you bet he can't be fucked to think much in this state.

" Hey- Hey, easy, slow down. " You grab onto his wrists, being ignored.

Okay. Time to think this out while you still can. He's going to rip through your clothes if you let him, and that's not just needless damage, it'll put him in control. But being aggressive about getting him to stop isn't ideal with this type of monster, you need something that distracts him too much to realize he's not exactly holding the leash here. Eventually, an idea graces your mind, though it makes you grimace a little.

Already blazing with shame, you carefully edge a hand between you and, with some hesitation, grab one of the twin members pushed against you.

Instant reaction.

The monster halts, as desired, and looks at you almost oddly, but hopefully. The trick is not giving him enough time to think, so you quickly get a feel for what you're working with, and start stroking him generously.

It's not the frenzied, rushed jerking he inflicts on himself when his own libido becomes bothersome, the fisting of a large hand with little focus and care. You handle him as pleasurably as you can manage, using both hands on him and attentively reading his face. 197 pants openly again, glancing vapidly at your small hands while they work him and he fucks into the motions, strings of thick drool falling from his teeth.

" Good...? Yeah? " You ask, gulping.

He falters and gasps, trying to articulate something. " Please. " Gets dragged out, his dick pulsing in your grasp.

You don't quite know what he's begging for, but you assume he's enjoying himself. Watching the neglected length bob uselessly, you take the opportunity to remove your own lab coat, switching hands quickly when necessary. The shirt comes off too, leaving you in your bra and pants.

By the time you glance back at him, the breeder's skin has shifted entirely to black, and he's hypnotized by the new parts of your body revealed to him, the mounds on your chest breeder females don't have but that he somehow finds pleasing to the eye regardless.

You make a lifting motion, trying to get his attention. " Knees. Come on, knees. Let me show you something. "

It takes a hot second, but he computes the request and does as told out of genuine curiosity. You're about to show an already decidedly horny monster the wonders of oral sex, which is likely not the brightest of ideas, but no one's here to judge your poor decisions.

197's girths hover far too close to your face while he waits a tad impatiently. Studying the things you'll be pleasing soon, you nearly pale a couple shades, knowing it'll take some prayer not to end up hurting your jaw. The male has lived in captivity since the day he hatched, you've enjoyed showing him some of the nicer things in life from time to time, this is just another one of them.

Carefully grabbing onto the left one, you glance at 197 as you deliberately slip your tongue out, so he doesn't just assume you're going to try biting his genitals. He tenses, because of course he would, but you take your time, stopping the moment only his tip is inside your mouth. The breeder is a tad confused and quaking slightly with ambiguous anticipation.

Then you suck.

And it clicks instantly.

God, just this little of his length is already forcing you to open wider than you've ever had to with previous partners, still, you strain to take a few more inches down and focus on that part.

The male exhales tremulously, experiencing the feeling for the first time ever, you're certain. 197 has to straighten slightly as the first intense waves of pleasure course through him, and bless the big dorky monster, he has no idea what to do with himself or his arms. As your jaw adjusts, a tad uncomfortably, you start truly gouging how much of him you can handle. Not that much honestly, but it's to be expected. It's already more than enough to please him, if the increasingly louder growled trills are any indication.

Oh, you bet this is the closest thing to heaven for him. His favorite human, with a mouth warmer than he could have ever expected, lips much softer than any of his species', no apex predator teeth to get in the way, and a tongue that although flat and short, can still chase after those wonderfully sensitive spots.

He has exactly zero idea how to react beyond making bestial noises and drooling on his own chest like a vapid animal. The way his cock pulses in your mouth is a tad bothersome to the rhythm you're trying to keep, but you figure you don't have to show-off to someone who's never had oral before, he's already blown away.

Humorously, 197's hands land on your shoulders, and that's the only way he can apparently steady himself while he's sucked off. His spare cock oozes precum that smears onto your bare chest and you half-heartedly pump it when you pop off his other dick.

" Is this okay, hm? " Needless question, really.

The breeder doesn't even make an effort to reply, whining at the loss of friction and edging forward until both his members nudge against your cheek and lips, begging without words to have that bliss again.

Feeling vaguely in control, enough to be playful, you lean away from the one closest to you and take the right one into your mouth, sucking it as far in as you physically can before switching to the other one, all just so you can hear 197 gasp and grunt out moans. His desperation causes him to buck, and as you gag, a little lightbulb fizzles above his head.

Oh.

Oh no.

The next time you try to pull away, his hands rise from your shoulders to the sides of your head. Each dark finger nearly curves over the perimeter of your skull, and you freeze instantly, not wanting him to tighten his grasp by any means. Everything is fine so long as he only holds onto your head this way, gently.

He's the one moving this time, apparently marveling at the sight of his length disappearing past your somewhat swollen, drooled lips. Except, as expected, he's going faster and deeper than you'd like, getting into it enough to trigger harsh flutters in the back of your throat. Your gagging and subsequent reflexive jerks are met with warning rumbles and one of his hands caging you in place by the back of head.

He learns fast, needless to say.

The more he drives into you, the less you can control your saliva, creating gross pops and slurps as you have little choice but to huff through your nose. Merciless, not even the odd cough around his dick will stop him now that he's nearing orgasm, or so you're willing to guess by his franticness.

Eventually, he makes the mistake of shoving his cock far enough that your jaw strains and your stomach flips, a grossly loud hurl being his response. The horrid noise finally jolts him to a still, giving you enough space to pull away and catch some much needed breath, controlling your belly before anything unfortunate happens.

" Fucking Hell! " You groan hoarsely, irritated. " You're hung like a horse, be careful... "

The rutting male's fried brain only understands that you sound wounded, a concerned chirp followed by soothing sloppy laps to your jaw being his response.

Not an ideal development at all, and yet, progress.

197 is usually very violent with the breeders they tired to pair him for mating. Which is to be expected, being the golden goose of the facility comes at a cost- The rush of hormones in his machine of a metabolism doesn't just contribute to more virility than his male peers, it also causes bursts of hyper aggression not easily controlled. And the only socialization this one usually gets is fights with other males who feel threatened by his presence, understand that they are being hurt by techs because they fail to live up to the standard 197 created, that they might be killed for such.

The females, likewise, fear him.

197 is bigger, louder, scarier. He has a reputation amongst the other breeders, and some of them were more likely to try fighting him off during their heats than accept getting sexual with him. This has led to 197 rejecting all breeders regardless of the context, which resulted in many of the paired females being immediately fatally attacked whenever a scheduled session was arranged. Sometimes he would simply slaughter them, other times he would actually instinctually attempt to mate, and end up ignoring cries of distress, nothing but rage and hormones in that brain causing him to end up killing them mid-coitus.

Shitshows, complete shitshows you've had the displeasure of partially witnessing in the past.

Which is why you're so incredibly shocked he stopped when he heard you nearly throw up. Then again, you're no breeder, and you like to think you've created as decent a connection with him as possible. It could be that.

When the monster thinks you've recovered enough, he attempts to get you to sit in the same position from before so things can resume, and if the way he's insistent on keeping a hold of your head is any indication, then he's learned he prefers to take control of this. And you won't be the fool that argues with him in this state.

After licking your lips a few times, hearing his impatient little huffs, you take one of those slicked cocks into your mouth again, letting him build the pace back up. On the one hand, you're glad you don't have to pretend to keep any composure, letting yourself drool as much as possible for the sake of making the process easier, and uncaring of the filthy noises that only seem to make his thighs quake. On the other, you need a solution so he doesn't just peirce past the back of your throat.

So, experimentally, the next time 197 pushes far enough to have your eyes rolling, you get a firm grasp of the base of his tail and tug.

The appendage lifts and his spine curves back in sudden shock. You doubt it's pain that has him straightening like a plank, after all, you know these beings can oftentimes carry their young by the tail, so if it can handle their body weight, then it can handle a yank from a human's hand. It's more so a sort of "freeze reaction", effective in getting the male to pull back even if he grunts in mild agitation.

It's only fair, in your eyes.

The moment you let go, 197 continues to fuck your face as he pleases, moaning and curving over you once more to find his own pleasure, until he drives in too much again and you repeat the gesture. Over and over, so he understands there are limits.

It seems to succeed in getting the message across. If he wants to keep getting sucked off by your hot little mouth, then he needs to be minimally considerate.

This goes on for a while, you're almost proud to feel him eventually actively hold back from going too far. Because that would halt the friction, and judging by the way his tongue lolls out in pleasure, 197 wants to come really bad.

He seems to have enjoyed your antics from before, because the male actively pulls out of your mouth with another lurid pop and positions his spare length against your lips, fucking into you a couple times before switching to the other one, doing this enough times that you honestly struggle to contain some laughter.

His throbbing increases and you know his peak approaches, quickly reaching beside you for the container as fingers race to open it. Your spare hand makes an extra effort to stroke the length 197 can't fit inside you and with as much vigor as possible, you complement his every motion.

The second you back away to breathe, strings of saliva still clinging from your lips to his dicks, offers the monster enough of a nasty view to trigger exactly what you need. 197 snarls at the top of his lungs, rapidly fisting both cocks before you. It's a decidedly disgustingly arousing display that has you staring heatedly, until the first rope of thick pearly cum lands on your cheek.

It jolts you into flustered movement, holding the canister up to the closest of his girths, you try to get as much as possible inside, unable to shield yourself from the rest of his load as it lands on your neck and tits, warm globs marking you in the throes of the specimen's ecstasy.

It's immensely relieving for him, the sighed, low and needy moans that rip out his throat evidence enough that 197 had been pent up for more than a while. And you... You're soaked in warm seed, observing his maddened jerking slow down.

This is your job now.

Personally collecting from the golden goose of the facility. All for a bonus.

Whatever, just don't think about it too much.

Giving into the guilty sense of pride you feel over making 197 stare at the ceiling in total bliss, you lean down to catch the trails dripping down those teal blue lengths, cleaning him. You don't have to, by any means, but you've already sunk so low today, what difference does it make if you let yourself go a little?

The specimen's legs tremble and he glances down at you with this utterly cum-drunk, infatuated smile. Dark, stained digits rise to comb through your hair in some kind of comforting gesture until you eventually pull away and allow the male to recover.

Now, two things.

You need to clean up somehow, you don't want his cum to dry on your skin.

There's also the matter of the second canister, you think while you grab one of the cloths in the breeder's nest to wipe your face and chest on. You probably won't be allowed to leave his cell until they're both full.

Reaching for the one already warm with 197's sample, you seal it tight, the small device in it emitting a faint green light and beeping quietly. The signal that one container has been filled is then sent to whichever tech is keeping track of this particularly... Unique task.

A pang of shame courses through you at the thought of one of your coworkers now knowing that you've made 197 orgasm.

Time to get the other one and hurry this up.

Unfortunately, as soon as you're about to set a foot outside of the nest, a huge black hand captures your leg, and you're possessively tugged back by a disgruntled breeder who barely gives you enough time to scream before he starts shredding the rest of your clothes...

Hours have passed. You're sure of it.

As far as anyone's concerned, your work has been accomplished. Both canisters are practically overflowing with untainted samples, sitting in the corner of the room so that nothing happens to them.

You're naked, sticky and likely to bruise in some areas from 197's lack of strength mediation, but you did it.

At any moment now, coworkers of yours will enter 197's cell, and you know it's going to be a total wreck. Between his likely immediate aggression, the damage they'll cause him and your less than sightly state, it'll be unpleasant.

But you can't bring yourself to care.

Not when a tireless tongue continues to groom your already exhausted form and 197's meaty cock lazily fucks globs of his hot cum back into your puffed pussy while he trills soothingly. His breathing has steadied and his heartbeat slows.

Any moment now, he might fall asleep inside you, enjoying a sweet moment of bliss before you're taken away again.

It's almost cruel.

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wannaeatramyeon · 7 months

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Thinking a lil too hard abt Gun, Goo, and Samuel who's gf broke up w them but they just can't throw out all the stuff she left behind at their placess

Man, you want pain huh. Maybe even... OOC pain?!

Your box of belongings: Gun, Goo, Samuel

The men with no heart, no place for sentiment, cannot let go. The final piece of the jigsaw that signals the end.

A box of your things, of happier memories sit in a corner. Barely out of sight, never out of mind.

Gun Park

Gun sends you a text, once. Curt and to the point, asking you to pick up your things.

You don't respond.

He waits until the date he has mentioned. Seated alone in his oversized penthouse, waiting for the buzz of the door from sun up to sun down.

You never come.

He waits a few more days; it stretches into a week.

And finally, he gives up hope.

He takes your things down to the trash, ready to be collected. A box full of happier times. When he still had you by his side every night. Your laugh gracing his evenings, and your full attention on him.

Gun wants to move on, he needs to move on.

The universe has other plans when the box isn't collected that day, or the next. Every time he leaves his penthouse, it sits in his eyeline, mocking and taunting. Parts of a former life poking out.

He gives in to a little indulgence the day that it finally disappears. Retrieves all the polaroids sat under the punishing sun for days. Had never understood why you preferred the sentimentality of impractical instant photos when a superior phone camera exists.

But as Gun sits and continues to wait night after night, listening for the sound of your footsteps and the buzzer of his front door, he examines the photos. The way you smiled at him, the way he looked at you, over and over and over.

Goo Kim

Goo is mean.

Meaner than he ever has been. Barely concealed with a deranged smile and an unhinged laugh. The barbs are sharper than ever before. Even his saccharine demeanour is not enough to offset his deliberate cruelty.

Gun is on the receiving end more often than not.

He's used to his blonde partner and all his eccentricities and he blocks it out most of the time. Gives him a warning look when he pushes it too far, continues to push it, and it ends in blows.

Crystal and Kouji are less used to him. Not sure if this is a Goo Kim licking his wounds or whether he's just in a more vicious mood than usual.

But when the night is quiet, his brain overthinks. Goo is left with no defence, no armour, for his own vulnerabilities.

He faces your forgotten box of things in the corner, the empty space in his bed, alone.

Finds that there are no distractions for the constant ache that has settled in the pit of his stomach since the day you left.

Takes your favourite t-shirt; one of his that you commandeered in the early days, that still smells faintly of you and holds it in his grip.

Pathetic and pitiful, sighing and wallowing, and imagines he's holding you instead.

Samuel Seo

Samuel works later and later.

Avoids the box of your things, his apartment tainted with your touch. Sends a closed eyes, closed lip smile to anyone that comments on his work ethic. How he almost lives in his office, the bags under his eyes growing by the day.

Eugene offers corporate niceties and faux concerns. But Samuel can read between the lines. What Eugene actually means is "get a grip."

Understands that he only cares about the bottom line, and Samuel's job has no room for mistakes due to personal issues.

The days blur into one. His work is impeccable as always. He keeps up appearances.

But even his simpering colleagues with their admiring glances does nothing to pick up his mood or ego.

He thinks of the box haunting him. Sitting in his apartment. A tangible symbol of another failure in his life, of how he wasn't enough.

Yet he can't bring himself to remove it, to remove the final traces of you in his life.

So Samuel avoids it. Avoids his apartment, what was once your home too. Prays the reports and meetings and calls and the corporate humdrum will bring him peace once more.

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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pairing: leon x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: comfort/fluff word count: 941

warnings: one cuss word, mentions of blood, canon typical violence, very brief description of reader having a panic attack

includes: re2 leon, they're supposed to be in the basement of the police department yk, are the infected monsters or zombies ?? i call them zombies in this, finally finished re4 so i've been playing re2 dklndslks thinking about playing elden ring too

a/n: big thank you to 🍬 anon for the idea i hope you like it !!

summary: leon comforting you after you get attacked

requests open !! read my rules first

“fuck!” every nerve in your body ignites as a zombie jumps onto you from the darkness. it’s a woman - or the remains of one. she has a giant gash against her cheek and a deep bite wound in her shoulder where she was bitten.

“y/n!” you can barely hear leon over the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. the woman snarls as her body hovers over yours. you push against her, desperately trying to keep her away from you. her teeth gnash and she scratches desperately at you. you raise your knee up in an attempt to kick her off of you, successfully throwing her far enough to reach for your gun. it feels so far away. too far.

your savior comes in the form of a familiar blonde - leon - throwing the zombie off of you and firing a few shots into her head. you take the opportunity to scramble to your feet, following his lead.

the snarls of more of the undead forcefully bring you back to reality. it feels like there are hundreds of them - all swarming, biting, clawing at you. you fire off a few shots into the hoard as leon reaches over to grab your arm. “let’s go!” he shouts over their snarls as he pulls you along with him through the precinct in a desperate search for safety.

you’re given a short reprieve when you turn another sharp corner. leon all but drags you into the room before you slam the door shut behind him. it’s the remains of an office; likely belonging to a superior officer as evidenced by the couch in the corner and large wooden desk. “help me with this,” he says, gesturing to a large metal shelf. you rush over to him, leaning against the wall as you shove it against the door. the zombies pounding against it from the outside only spur you to move faster.

leon coaxes you to stand behind him and back away from the door. it’s only after a few seconds of the door holding steady that you finally let out a small breath of relief. he reaches over, taking your hand into his and gently squeezing it. a reminder - i’ve got you. you’re safe now.

“we can’t kill them all,” he sighs, leaning to look out of the windowed door further into the zombie-infested hallway. “let’s try to find somewhere safe. get some rest for the night.”

“okay,” you nod. leon shines his flashlight through the window again before turning back to you with a small nod. slowly, you push the door open before slipping out of the room and back into the precinct’s winding basement hallways.

finding a secluded area is easy enough. you lock yourselves in a small room that was formerly used to monitor prisoners in the jail cells. leon pushes another shelf to barricade the doors while you search through the various cabinets. thankfully, there’s a small stash of handgun ammunition and another small combat knife that you pocket.

finally in silence, the adrenaline coursing through your veins begins to slow. the anxiety and fear you had been repressing suddenly comes at you full force. your hands tremble and your heart rate speeds up - the beginning signs of a panic attack. desperate for some sort of relief, you sit down and attempt to take a few breaths to calm yourself.

“y/n?” leon is quick to notice your change in emotion, setting his gun aside and kneeling down beside you. “hey, y/n,” he whispers, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. his touch is gentle - careful - as if you’re a feral animal about to flee. he wipes a stray tear away from your eyes.

“leon,” you choke out, throwing your arms around his shoulders. your tears stain against the thick kevlar of his body armor. the material feels rough against your skin, though at the moment neither of you care. he wraps his arms around your waist a little tighter as you bury your face into his neck.

“breathe, honey,” he coaxes your head away from his shoulder and brings his hands up to gently hold your face. “just breathe.”

you take a few shaky breaths, forcing the air into your lungs. leon demonstrates a few deep breaths that you do your best to follow until your head isn’t dizzy anymore and your body doesn’t feel like it’s constricting into itself. once you’ve relaxed a little you pull him back into a hug, desperate for the feeling of safety that comes with leon’s arms around you.

“it’s okay. i’ve got you,” he brings a hand up to rub against your back. it’s become a habit since you first became friends and later started dating. “you’re gonna be okay.”

the words repeat in your head like a mantra. you cling onto leon a little tighter as he leans down and presses a kiss against your forehead. you sniffle, pulling away just enough to frantically wipe the tears from your cheeks. “i’m sorry,” you whisper. it’s feels pathetic - crying against your boyfriend - but it feels impossible to stop.

“don’t apologize,” leon gently coaxes you back into his hold. “it’s okay. we’re safe now. they can’t hurt us in here.”

you sniffle as you nod. “i love you.”

leon shifts so his back is against the wall instead of yours. you lean your head against his chest as he wraps his arms around you to keep your body close to him. “i love you too,” he whispers. he leans down to press a kiss against your forehead. “i’ll get us out of here. i promise.”

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mackjlee9 · 9 months

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Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader [?]

[Vaguely based of 'Pacify Her' by Melanie Martinez]

Masterlist.

Resident Evil

He walked around carefully, keeping an eye out for any possible threat. He was mildly stressed, he and Leon had gotten separated during their mission, thankfully their radios were still functioning, so they managed to tell each other where they were and come up with a meeting point. They were pretty much on opposite sides of the town.

With a tight grip on his gun, he stayed in a somewhat hidden area, he clearly had arrived first, so now he had to wait for Leon to come too. (M/n) was silently waiting for him, considering just going and looking for him, but he decided against it, if Leon needed help he would tell him.

He turned his sight to the general direction where Leon should be coming when he saw something. It was rather far away, but he didn't need to see her up close to know who she was.

Ada.

Ever since what happened in Spain she had been showing up everywhere (M/n) went, which also meant where Leon went, he hated seeing that superior expression on her face whenever they met. Every time he sees her, he remembers the same words she told him back then, the first time he met her.

He was injured and Leon had gone to find something to help him, he argued that he was alright but of course, the blond continued being stubborn and had left him in one of the rooms in the castle. She and Leon had an encounter a few hours ago, but he hadn't had the chance to confront her back then.

And now, there she was, landing gracefully on her high heels, acting like being here was just another day in the office for her. The smirk on her face grew when she saw (M/n) injured on the ground, and she crouched in front of him, pulling his hair roughly to have him make eye contact with her.

"Stay away from things that aren't yours," she glanced at the door from where they could hear Leon running and fighting Iluminados. (M/n) wanted to get up and help him, but he would only inconvenience Leon further, "He's mine, his heart belongs to me."

She let go of him and got out the same way she entered, in an instant.

Her words made (M/n)'s blood boil, his jaw clenching and fists closed tightly, grunting as he tried to stand up to chase after her. He hated how she referred to Leon as a 'thing', first of all, he wasn't anyone's property to toss around whenever, and second of, Ada would never love Leon like he did.

And seeing her right now brought those memories and anger back, as if it had just happened, but he wasn't injured this time around, so he might as well tell her off.

He opened his mouth to yell at her to fuck off and leave him alone, when he realized that she wasn't walking alone. Leon was holding her hand. He looked tired and he didn't seem to mind the action.

Ada's eyes locked with his (e/c) ones and he saw her smirk as the distance between them shortened with every step they took. (M/n) saw her free hand reaching up, holding Leon's face before the blond could see him across from them, and she leaned closer to kiss him. And of course Leon returned her kiss.

(M/n) rolled his eyes and turned around, walking away from the place and staying hidden behind a wall. It hurt to know that Leon loved Ada, even if it was in a sick and twisted way despite everything that happened between them. It hurt to know that he was the only one that could love Leon the way he deserved to be loved, the only one that could fuck him hard enough to get his mind off of things. In the end, Leon always came back to him, and he had that going for him.

(M/n) heard Leon's boots on the ground and the sound of Ada's grappling hook, seeing her landing on the rooftop of a house a few buildings away from him, looking back at him and wiggling her fingers at him as a goodbye. He looked away and decided it was time to reunite back with Leon.

On his way to the blond, his steps were loud and rough, making Leon turn around at the sound and he saw (M/n)'s pissed expression and the way his body language was clearly showing signs of anger. He swallowed his spit, trying to not feel intimidated by (M/n)'s aura, Leon opened his mouth to say something once he walked close enough, but he couldn't.

(M/n)'s hand reached out to his utility belt around his hips, and pulled him in closer to him, pressing their lips together. Leon moaned as he felt (M/n)'s tongue enter his mouth, the kiss becoming rougher and messy with each passing second.

His arms reached up to wrap around (M/n)'s shoulders, releasing a whimper as he felt him holding their hips flushed against each other with a tight grip.

When (M/n) started pulling away from their kiss, Leon whined and tightened his hold around his neck, attempting to pull him closer and kiss him again, but he couldn't. He opened his eyes, the blue iris almost gone with how dilated his pupils were, a dreamy and needy expression on his face, which made (M/n) smirk.

"Good to know you're safe, Lee," he nodded a few times in complete silence, his mouth slightly opened, "Let's keep going," Leon obediently follow after him, continuing on with their mission.

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It was always the same thing.

After every mission, Leon would come and crash over at his place, getting drunk out of his mind, clinging to (M/n) as he loudly whined about how Ada kept appearing at random times and ruining his missions and how mad that made him.

Nothing ever changed, and (M/n) was aware of what gonna come next. Slowly calming his whining and backing away from (M/n)'s body, laying back on the armrest of the couch, staring at the ceiling with a dazed look in his eyes, a deep sigh leaving past his parted lips.

"Even so... I still love her," Leon had an obvious expression on his face, interacting with Ada always left him worn out, but that's where (M/n) would step in to help.

He'll always be there to ease his troubled mind, ignoring his protests and claims of how much he loved Ada, quickly crashing with the way Leon would cling onto him, wanting to feel him closer and deeper, crying and whimpering at the way (M/n)'s voice would whisper in his ear how much he loves him.

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mlm-writer · 3 months

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Chocolate Milk (GN!Reader)

Pairing: Spock (AOS) x Gender Neutral Ensign Reader (platonic) Rating: General Audience Words: 1320 POV: Second Summary: Your childhood trauma left you near-emotionless. While most find it unsettling, there are some crew members appreciating you just the way you are. Note: Trauma not described, reader's physical traits also not described. I want to say ft. my OC, but he is deadass more present than Spock in this so ft. Spock I guess. Tags: mentioned trauma, platonic/professional appreciation, Ensign Michael Gabe the empath, alcohol mentions but no consumption, red alert and Kirk & Bones have a cameo

One moment the white hallways were too bright for the early hour and the next they were bathed in crimson. ‘Red Alert again?’ You wondered as you broke into a sprint. Red Alert happened at least once a month with captain Kirk looking for trouble left and right, but as far as times of crisis went, you had experienced far more distressing situations in your youth. At least, they felt more distressing as a child still figuring out who you are and why you were put into a world that was described as a utopia and yet so so full of suffering.

You arrived at your station not a moment too soon. You were gasping for air, just like your colleagues at the stations adjacent to you. Michael’s fingers trembled with every jolt of the ship. “Ensign Gabe, we need a read on their defences. Any weak spot would be appreciated,” the captain urged the man next to you. His blond hair started sticking to his forehead as he calibrated the scanners to adjust for the shields. You focused on your own task, but from the corners of your vision, you could see Michael making mistakes that were uncharacteristic to his intelligence.

You placed a hand on his shoulder. “Michael, deep breaths. You got this.” You spoke softly to him, trying to make sure he was the only one hearing your reassurance. You felt him inhale deeply, holding the air for a few seconds and then releasing it evenly. You were aware the empath could feel everyone's distress. With the physical contact you hoped your calmness stood out in the ocean of unease. The blond muttered a brief expression of gratitude. You occasionally touched his shoulder again, trying to focus his gifts on you so he could stay level-headed. Sure, you could die today, but you knew your task like the back of your hand and you knew Michael did as well, in spite of his nerves giving the wrong idea and his abilities nearly crippling him.

Things looked dire for a second, but hardly an hour later, you were at warp 4 en route to a space station for repairs. You stayed at your station monitoring repairs to the systems, while Michael left to get a ‘stiff drink’ as he called it. He could probably use it. You noticed how even lieutenant Chua seemed tense as he checked upon the injured on the bridge, calling over the CMO when he thought they might need a trip to sick bay. You watched how he carried the yeoman with a possible broken leg out to the turbolifts. “Ensign?” You realised you had been daydreaming a little. You whipped your head around, worried the SIC was about to scold you.

“Yes, commander?” Spock was the ever-intimidating presence on the bridge. Very little scared you, but the idea of disappointing your superiors and commander Spock particularly “All repairs are going as expected. We will make it to Sindku station in three hours at our current velocity.” You added your status report after a short pause, hoping that was what commander Spock wanted to hear.

He did not seem pleased with the answer. Some people would argue there was not a single expression to read on that half-Vulcan face, but you would disagree. You knew the subtle changes too well, have seen them in the mirror plenty of times to recognise them on another. You watched his thought progress, then breathed out a small sigh of relief when Spock seemed to have calculated his next words. “I am aware you have been called to duty during your leisure time. I will assign an on-duty officer to relieve you shortly.” You gave him a curt nod of comprehension. He then left.

And just as foretold, on-duty officers arrived to relieve the bridge staff that had their leisure time interrupted by the red alert. You decided to check on Michael. He was in the lounge, as expected. You had expected him to be drinking alcohol, but spotted him with a big glass of chocolate milk. “Is that your stiff drink?” You greeted him with those words when you stood next to him.

Michael looked up at you, a friendly smile plastered on his face. “What can I say? I prefer calories over alcohol.” He raised his half-empty glass as if he was toasting. “By the way, thanks for getting me through that red alert today. I…” he let out a breathy chuckle, “I really don’t get how you can always keep your cool, but I’m really glad to have someone like you around when all I am feeling from everyone else is the looming dread of death.” You gave him a nod and patted him on the back.

What you wanted to say was ‘you’re welcome, it’s the trauma’, but those jokes have not been funny since the early 21st century, so you opted for a more modern response. “We all have our virtues.” Michael raised his glass again, as if saying ‘I’ll drink to that’. You decided to join him with a chocolate milk of your own. Michael always knew how to get the small talk going. He started off with the latest gossip, then asked your opinion on a personal or a ship matter and after some time, you always ended up talking mathematics. You seemed like total opposites at the bar, one person emoting like a cartoon character, the other virtually a statue. If Michael was not an empath, he would probably assume you never felt a thing in your life, just like everyone else.

The doors behind you slid open and you noticed the surprise on Michael’s face. He tried to hide it, but was doing a piss poor job at it. You turned to see what got him worked up, only to see commander Spock waltz in. The man was only here when he wished to speak to someone privately and he was heading straight for your chocolate milk hang out. Michael whispered he was worried Spock noticed his small panic today, but then you were the one requested to follow him to a less populated corner of the lounge.

You had no idea what you did, but you left your chocolate milk at the bar and joined Spock near the windows. “I meant to say this on the bridge, but it seemed inappropriate with the company present,” Spock started. You hummed, eyes locked together like you were having a stare-down. “I would like to commemorate you for your attitude during crisis response, both on the bridge as we have seen today and in the field as we have seen last week on Unico IV. I will put in a request to have you promoted to lieutenant junior grade. Should you remain equally level headed with more responsibilities thrust upon you, I believe you will, in time, make an excellent captain.”

You were quiet for a moment, trying to take in the unexpected compliments. “Thank you, sir.” It was all you could really say. Spock responded with a polite nod and then made his leave. You blinked as you stood there momentarily. When you were ready, you returned to Michael at the bar. He was chatting up one of the red shirts again, the ever sucker for muscular men. When he saw you though, he slipped off his seat, taking the two glasses with him.

“What did he say?” Michael asked as soon as he was in front of you, handing you your leftover chocolate milk. You paraphrased Spock’s words, leaving Michael gasping and squealing. “That is so amazing! Slay mama!” He somehow managed to make air come out of your nose at a high velocity. You tapped your glasses together. He seemed happier than you, but you let him celebrate for you. Captain? You? You could hardly imagine it right now. Meanwhile Michael was already planning on being your SIC.

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obsidianstrawberrymilk · 1 year

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A small collection of KOTLC things Shannon told me at 3am

I promise she told me guys, this is totally legit

Dex Dizznee isn’t actually blonde but ginger, he gets his hair color from his dad. The three triplets all have strawberry blonde hair like their mom. His hair is also curly but like, loosely curly, and it’s really dry from all the shit he ‘experiments’ on it with.

Fitz Vacker once accidentally stumbled into a musical while in the human world and now absolutely loves musical songs. His favorite is Phantom of the Opera. It wasn’t like Alden was constantly watching him in the human world so he’d sometimes just sneak into theaters to listen and watch the shows.

Maruca Chebota is the most middle child ever. She has an older and a younger brother, but also another older cousin (Wylie) and two younger cousins. She’s even in the middle in terms of that, which is ironic because her mom is also the middle child between her two siblings.

Terik is Talentless, but he’s got basically a watered-down version of Empathy from his parents, who were both incredibly powerful Empaths who had been tasked with making sure Elves turned into myth for humans. He’s been scamming the whole Elven society for centuries and isn’t about to stop now.

Alina’s family was involved in a scandal when she was very young that resulted in them being cast out from the Nobility and their birth funds being revoked, though they were allowed to remain in Talentless cities. She decided to pursue Alden primarily for his family name - and the fact that she would up being one of the first people on his Match list was just the cherry on top. It made it even worse when he decided to marry Della instead, though at that point it was later enough she could detach herself from her family anyway.

Sophie Foster’s human family were anti-vaxx, Protestant, and Republican. Sophie was always a bit too busy trying to manage her telepathy to notice much about their political stances. Amy is growing to be significantly more liberal and had began to openly argue with them before everything in Nightfall happened.

Alina is Fitz’s biological mother. After Alvar was born and already not shaping up into the son Alden wanted by age 11, she used his desperation to Beguile him into having a child with her. When Alden realized what she’d done he did his best to cut all contact with her, though he did take Fitz, something with both Alina and Della resented. Alvar knew about this, which is why he dislikes Fitz so much while still loving his younger sister, Biana.

Livvy Soden is a triple agent, working in the Black Swan as a spy for the Neverseen as a spy for the Black Swan. No one is quite sure what her intentions are any more.

Wylie Endal has his own group of friends, who are all in their early 20s, and who love making fun of him for being forced to hang out with a bunch of teenagers. His best friend among them is Tanho, who’s Talentless, and was kicked out of his house at age 15 as a result after an abusive childhood. He stayed with Wylie and Tiergan for a few months after while trying to sort himself out, and is a large part of the reason why Wylie is now as observant and skeptical as he is.

Stina Heks isn’t actually an Empath, she’s a Mesmer, but a weak one. Not that she knows it.

It’s not actually Fitz who has the Nobility attitude towards humans, as in condescending and ignorant, though it does seem that way - he spent far too much time in the human world to not pick up on some of the good and interesting parts of humanity as well. It’s Biana, who spent most of her childhood being raised in a fairly isolated group of Elves who all had huge superiority complexes towards other species.

Ruewen is Edaline and Juline’s last names. Juline took Kesler’s last name to finally shut up her parents, who were harping on about how Kesler was using her for her family.

Grady Ruewen’s mother disappeared soon after he manifested as a Mesmer at age 12, resulting in a huge amount of people blaming him for it and his family, already in a precarious social position, to get hit even harder. Taking Edaline’s last name allowed him to entirely reform himself to a new person to the outside world. At least, until Jolie died.

Jolie Ruewen was a part of the Elven equivalent of a punk rock band, which tends to have a slightly more melodious (though still loud and chaotic) sound than human rock. Brant was their singer, and they had their first kiss during a concert, to excite the crowd even more. They decided they liked it and just kept doing it even off stage.

The movement began a few decades earlier, after an illegal trip to the human realm gave some twenty year old elves the idea to begin making their own instruments to try and mimic the sounds they found in the human world.

Tam and Linh Song grew up purposefully separated from each other, with Tam mainly spending time with their Dad and Linh their mom. As a result, Linh developed a love of painting, as it’s some of the only pleasant times she can recall with her mother, and Tam developed a hatred of economics and desk chairs.

Keefe Sencen and Linh Song are really good friends. No one else is aware of this. They also regularly vandalize council buildings.

Despite what certain artists and books will tell you, Elven houses are not made of crystal. They’re based on Ancient architecture, mainly using stone or wood or both, and have a wide variety of designs and patterns depending on where you go.

Most Elves do live in populated cities. Rimshire is a small-ish house located on the outskirts of Mysterium, not as close to the more densely populated parts of the city, but still with a lot of people. However, as Nobility usually do love in isolated, grand estates, it took a bit for Juline to get used to it. As Kesler grew up in a much smaller house with five siblings, he had the opposite experience.

Marella Redek’s favorite aunt is a Neverseen member. Marella is a Black Swan member. They have fought each other before and the next day hugged at a family gathering. Neither are aware of this.

Fitz Vacker talks to his stuffed animals. He has more than one - he has Mr Snuggles, obviously, but also Biana gave him one during Flashback, and Keefe made him one before he left for the Neverseen the first time. They all give different advice. Mr Snuggles sounds like Tiergan, the one Biana gave him sounds like Alvar, and the one Keefe made him sounds like Keefe.

Rayni Aria (Glimmer) was lying about her entire backstory in Stellarlune. Tam is the only one who knows what actually happened to her.

Rayni and Linh eventually grow to tolerate each other, if for Tam’s sake only. Linh can’t deal with having to share the one person she’d always thought would put her first (nevermind if he always would anyway); Rayni sees Linh’s hostility and automatically returns it with her own. As they get used to each other, they can be in a room without arguing or passive aggressively insulting each other.

Despite this, they’re actually very similar people, which makes them both even angrier. Linh can’t even make fun of how he acted with Keefe anymore now because of how she and Rayni act.

The reason Bronte is so mad at Fintan is that he found out that Fintan was dating JRR Tolkien at the same time as they were secretly dating (as to avoid being kicked out from the Council). Fintan was under the mistaken impression Bronte was also dating him, Bronte had misspoken and said he was ‘dating’ Tolkien instead of ‘rating’ Tolkien (as in, his books).

Fitz and Dex are in love, the Vackers are Desi, and Fintan has a flat ass. This is common knowledge though.

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Endless Love (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw) - Chapter 1

summary - Y/N Y/L/N and Bradley Bradshaw have had a rivalry ever since they both attended the same academy. Every chance they took, they always tried to one up each other. One day, Bradley takes the rivalry too far and Y/N ends up in the hospital with serious injuries. Will it make Y/N want to get him back twice as worse? Or will it make her realise that this rivalry between them is childish?

warnings - swearing, enemies to lovers, mention of serious injury, traumatic episodes, reader traumatised from what happened, smut, slowburn, seizures, flashbacks

a/n - hiya girliesss! this is my very FIRST series on here! i rlly hope u guys like it! enjoyyyyyy! xx

Bradley Bradshaw and I have always had a rivalry since we were at the academy. I think I'm better than him, he thinks he's better than me. However, on paper, we were just as good as each other. Same scores on all tests and practical tests. Same amount of medals. Same amount of almost everything. I realised that, but wanted to change the fact that we were the same. Because I earned my place at Top Gun. I literally flew from Greater Manchester to San Diego for Top Gun! I had to work hard enough for the money, enough money for the ticket, visa, small shitty apartment, furniture. Everything.

When I was talking to Cyclone the other day - because of an argument that me and Rooster had - he said that we were actually quite alike. I scoffed at the idea. How could me and Bradshaw me similar? I completely disagreed with Cyclone and voiced my opinions, knowing what the consequences of opposing my superior, but to my shock he respected me for standing up to him as not many people do these days. His words, not mine.

It was now the first official day at Top Gun, well, not really, but everyone was going to be at the Hard Deck to meet each other and celebrate that we got into Top Gun, the best of the best.

I was one of the last to arrive (shit traffic) and my eyes immediately found another female aviator. Thank fucking God. So glad I'm not the only one. I confidently walked over and introduced myself.

"Hi, I'm Vandal. But you can call me Y/N." I stick my hand out for her to shake and I can tell she is just as relieved as me to not be the only woman here.

"Phoenix, but you can call me Nat." She had a confident smile on her face.

She told me everyone's names, Hangman (who she calls Bagman to piss him off), Coyote (basically Hangman's ass kisser, Nat's words not mine), Fanboy, Payback, Bob and then she pointed to the person I disliked most in the world, Bradshaw. Great, I knew he was coming to Top Gun because he tried to shove it in my face when he found out, but I just wish he wasn't here right now. Phoenix obviously saw the way I rolled my eyes with a groan.

"What? You don't like the pornstache?" She has a smirk on her face as she points over to Bradshaw who is most definitely locking lips with some poor blonde girl who thinks he's into her for more than sex.

"Well, on top of that, we went to the same academy. He was a total prick. But so was I. In a way, we kind of have a rivalry going on. About who is better than who." Phoenix raised a brow as she listened.

"Oh so you're the 'British bitch' he's always complaining about!" Phoenix has a happy but surprised look on her face.

"British bitch? He needs some originality with insults." I roll my eyes as my gaze finds Bradshaw, as per, picking up girls after ditching the blonde. Guess he got bored of her.

"Why do you two have that rivalry anyway? I've asked Rooster about it but he never actually answers it." I roll my eyes again and sigh.

"Because we both can't put up with being the same, one of us has to be on top. It best be me though, I don't like coming second." I cross my arms as I glare at Bradshaw. I hate him. Why can't he just put up with being second? I mean, I had to most my life until I joined the academy, so it mustn't be that hard.

"Seems you're quite the competitive one." Phoenix has a smirk on her face as she crosses her arms. "Want a game of pool? Heard Bagman is 'undefeated' so I really hope you can burst his ego."

My ears immediately perk up at the mention of a competition. especially someone who is 'undefeated.' Not for any longer though.

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"Oh come on! Beginners luck!" Hangman couldn't deal with the fact that someone actually beat him at pool, let alone a female. I smirk at him as I have just potted the winning ball.

"Come on Jake, you gotta just deal with finally being beaten." I raise a brow, my smirk growing bigger as Hangman's anger is seeping from him.

"What about a game of darts? Closest to... 180 wins." Hangman sticks out his hand for me to shake, I fake thinking about it for a second before eagerly shaking his hand.

"Ladies first." Hangman gestures for me to stand in front of the dart board.

"Age before beauty." I gesture for him to stand there, he stood in front of the dart board in defeat. He threw all 3 darts and scored 175. Now its my turn.

I take a deep breath and focus. I threw my first dart. It landed on a triple 20! Now I just have to get two more. I threw my second dart, landed on a triple 20 again. I could hear Hangman groan. Which only made my confidence grow. I threw my last dart. It landed on another triple 20!

"That's 180 Hangman! I win!" I had a triumphant smirk on my face as Hangman has all but defeat in his eyes.

"Aww don't be so upset Hangman, you're still second best." I had an evil smirk as Phoenix can't help but laugh.

"How? No one and I mean no one has ever beaten me at darts!" Hangman runs a hand through his hair as he gets a better look at the dart board to see if one of my darts was just close enough to the area above or below it. They weren't.

"Guess because I wasn't here." I pat him on his back and gesture to the bartender if I could get two more beers. One for me and one for Hangman.

"Here Bagman, to make you feel better." I giggle as I pass him the beer.

The rest of the night went by like a breeze. Hangman demanding a rematch every 10 minutes, me and Phoenix gossiping, Fanboy, Payback and Coyote playing pool, Bob sat near the wall nearly out of sight, and Bradshaw, at the piano with another girl on his lap as he sings Great Balls of Fire by Jerry Lee Lewis.

#bradley bradshaw x reader #top gun #top gun fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun imagines #top gun maverick #top gun rooster #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw fluff #bradley bradshaw smut #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw fluff #bradley rooster bradshaw smut #bradley rooster bradshaw x you #rooster bradshaw fic #rooster bradshaw fluff #bradley bradshaw x you

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Soaring Ever Higher 2 - Ghoap/Ace Combat 7 crossover

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Ghost met John "Trigger" MacTavish and after the pilot saved his life - at cost of disobeying a direct order - asked him out for a drink. However, Trigger stood him up...

John is on his way to change from his flight suit to something considerably nicer. Well, maybe not all that much nicer since he wasn’t exactly planning on going out during this deployment, let alone going out with someone. Still, a tan tee and black cargo trousers could be considered an improvement.

Just as he’s nearing the door to his room, someone is standing in front of them, hand raised to knock. Trigger makes another two steps before he pauses. He’d recognise the unruly mop of dirty-blonde hair anywhere. “Count?” he calls out his wingman, who turns around quickly.

“Ah, there you are! Come on, the boss needs you,” Count gestures. Trigger stops. No way. Do they really have to do this right now?

“Can’t he wait at least till tomorrow? He can chew me out then,” John shrugs, resuming his walk towards his room.

However, Count shakes his head. “It’s not about your stunt today, I think. There’s another mission, an urgent one,” he explains. “So, come on. It’s not like you have somewhere better to be.”

He does, actually, but doesn’t say it out loud. If Count knew about his plans, Trigger wouldn’t hear the end of it. “Aye, okay, lead the way.”

True to Count’s words, Long Caster is already in the briefing room, going over maps and documents. The moment Trigger and his wingman come through the door, their commanding officer looks up, eyes locking on John.

“Good thing you haven’t changed yet. You’re about to go out again. The station personnel is refuelling your aircraft as we speak.”

“What’s so damn urgent then?” Trigger barely hides his displeasure as he walks around to the table and looks at the mission intel.

Long Caster also turns to the table and pulls out a topographic map of the nearby mountain range. “We need you to do a recon sweep.”

John gives him a long, hard look as if to ascertain if he’s serious or not. “Excuse me? A recon sweep? Don’t we have drones for that?”

“We do. That, and insubordinate, obstinate SoBs that treat commands as if they were mere suggestions. Get ready. You leave in ten,” Long Caster nods at the fellow pilot. When Trigger doesn’t move an inch, he adds: “Dismissed, Lieutenant.”

“Yes, sir,” Trigger grunts and leaves.

Count looks at the back of his friend and wingman before he turns to Long Caster. “With all due respect, sir, was that really necessary?”

“I don’t need you questioning my orders, Count. However, if you insist, I’m sure we can arrange some rewarding mission for you as well,” his superior cocks an eyebrow in obvious challenge.

“I think I’ll pass. Permission to leave?”

“As far as I’m concerned, you were never here,” Long Caster nods to the still-open door and Count excuses himself.

The flight path is long and utterly boring. Trigger has to fly low and slow for the radar and lidar to catch everything he needs. He’s bored. His jet is bored, too. It’s just a sea of green, stretching in all directions, and, even worse, the sky is still overcast, so it’s just the green below and dull grey above.

He returns after the nightfall. Taking off the helmet, the sweat-drenched mohawk sticks to his head. Trigger only exchanges a few pleasantries with the staff and engineers before retreating to his quarters to shower.

Only then, under the spray of lukewarm water to cool himself down, does he remember he was supposed to meet with Ghost and practically stood the man up. Great way to fuck up a promising start they had. John shortly debates if he should go to Ghost’s quarters and explain to him what happened.

No. It sounds like bullshit, and he’s way too beat to go anywhere, anyway. Even more so since the Strider squadron’s mission has been completed, and they will be returning to their home base tomorrow. Another long, boring flight. At least he will have his mates to chat with.

Ghost finds Laswell first thing in the morning. He’s not angry, and he’s willing to give Trigger the benefit of the doubt. Ghost knows better than most how quickly downtime can turn into active duty, especially for top operatives such as himself or Trigger.

Laswell is fully immersed in the display of her laptop. Ghost knocks on the open door and is given a lifted index finger – a universal symbol to wait, and that’s what he does. Full five minutes, actually. Only then does Laswell click a few times and finally nods at Ghost to come in. “What can I do for you, Lieutenant?”

“Do you know where Trigger is?” Ghost’s voice is steady, as is the rest of him. To anyone else, it wouldn’t sound any different than asking what’s for lunch, but not to Laswell since it’s her job to notice even the most subtle changes and details. She’s also damn good at her job.

“Yesterday, Flight Lieutenant was needed elsewhere, in a rather urgent manner, I’m afraid,” she confirms Ghost’s unvoiced theory, “as of this morning, Strider squadron’s mission has concluded, and they returned to their home base”. By mentioning Trigger’s rank, she also lets Ghost know that MacTavish actually outranks him. Interesting, if not exactly surprising. It’s good that John didn’t intend to leave him hanging. However, Trigger is now, quite literally, in the wind. Who knows how long before they run into each other again? Ghost tries to convince himself that he mostly minds the debt; he’s promised John a drink. “I could get you his phone number if you want.”

“No need,” Ghost declines her offer and pointedly ignores the knowing look on her face. Laswell doesn’t need to know everything, let alone the degree of interest Ghost has in MacTavish.

Ghost walks out, stopping on the tarmac and looking up. There’s the vast expanse of clear blue sky. If he’s honest, he never paid too much attention to it. His fight is and has always been on the ground. Now, he can’t help but wonder: how does being up there feel? There is no ground to support you, no cover to help you, no nothing, just you, the mission, and almost endless space. There’s something freeing in the thought but, at the same time, anxiety-inducing. No, Ghost is very much ground-animal, thank you very much.

If he gets to talk to MacTavish again, he will ask him what he sees in the blue. What does he feel when the jet leaves the ground? What is he thinking about, up there, among birds and clouds? And what’s with those three strikes on the tail? With a newfound resolve, he changes the initial if to when. When he gets to talk to MacTavish again.

#call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost x soap #ghoap #ghost mw2 #soap mw2 #ace combat #ace combat 7

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fraternising with the enemy - jude bellingham

part iii - the 'liking each other's posts' phase

summary: jude and maia keep liking each other's posts on social media and that's enough to spark rumours

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judebellingham Happy new year everyone and thank you for the support over this past year, hope you all have a great 2023! Love from 22.🫶🏽

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judefan1 England diamond boyyyy 💎

judefan2 Happy New Year ❤️

user1 legend 💪

user2 Bellingoat 🐐

user3 Not me looking if Maia liked or commented 💀💀

user3 she did like btw

judefan3 Happy New Year. This year is your year. Best is yet to come 🔥🔥🔥

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maia.graceee 🎬 and that's a wrap on 'the artful dodger'!!!!! to everyone involved in this show in one way or another, thank you for making going to work so far away from home so fun and easy. and to you guys, cannot wait for you to meet lady belle xx

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maia.graceee ALL EPISODES STREAMING NOVEMBER 29TH ON @/disneyplus AND @/hulu !!! i forgot to say ):

user1 SHE COSTARS WITH THOMAS BRODIE SANGSTER?!!!

fan1 I will watch EVERYTHING you are in!!❤️

lucasjames.t vale, ahora vuelve a casa 🤧🤧🤧 [ok, now come home]

maia.graceee omwww 🤭

fan2 Aujfkghkkgl qué ganas!!!!!!!! [can't wait!!!!]

user2 Ooo I love Victorian surgery content. Confused about how this could be a Disney show but I’ll give it a go 😂

jamestaylor Go Maia go Maia go!!! xx

maia.graceee miss uuuuu papa xx

user3 TOMMY AND MAIA TOMMY AND MAIA TOMMY AND MAIA

fan3 blonde maia is the superior maia. i said what i said.

fan4 omg please tell me the accent stays

madelyncline seated!!! liked by maia.graceee

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judebellingham ☕

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judefan1 Please stay in Dortmund

fan1 don't think we don't see you @/maia.graceee 👀

judefan2 it's giving bf material 😭😭😩😩🙏🙏

user1 Omg he’s drinking coffee which has the letter e in it and so does liverpool so he’s coming to liverpool😱😱😱

judefan3 bro said: pov: ur on a date w me

user2 i can kinda see what all the girls see in him tbh

judefan4 kinDA?!?

fan2 😍😍😍😍😍😍

judefan5 @/maia.graceee still in the likes 👁️👄👁️

user3 i think enough time has passed to go to the next level: commenting each other

judefan5 i'd diEEEEEE

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maia.graceee hogar dulce hogar [home sweet home]

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user1 i always forget she's spanish lol

fan6 she's half spanish. her dad is english!

fan1 THAT LAST SLIDE WITH PEDRI GAVI BALDE AND RAPHINA IN CAMP NOU 🥹🥹🥹🥹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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fan2 GUAPÍSIMA [so beautiful]

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user2 are u going to barça next week?

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user3 ngl there was a time when i shipped this

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judefan1 a like's gonna get u nowhere mAN UP AND COMMENT @/judebellingham

fan4 Maia en España >>>>>>> [maia in spain>>>>>>]

fan5 @/fan6 mira la última!!!🤩 [look at the last one!!!]

fan6 ojalá ser ella... 🤧🤧 [oh to be her...]

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user1 Bellingham's brother looks more like Bellingham than Bellingham himself

fan3 I think this is the first time I'm earlier than @/maia.graceee

user2 We love you jude ❤

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fan1 so deserved!

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maia.graceee congrats jude!! x

judebellingham thank you Maia! xx

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#actress!au #actress!reader #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham au #jude bellingham smau #social media au #football smau #instagram au

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coffee and cream ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (16/07/22)

word count ; 1222

content ; sexually explicit content, threesome, oral sex (male receiving), vaginal sex, degradation, power dynamics, sub!reader

fandom ; cookie run

pairing ; affogato cookie x unspecified afab reader x clotted cream cookie

read also on ; ao3

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

Your position in the republic was far from enviable — a scout of the council, someone who skittered between shadows amongst rats and who floated noncommittally between kingdoms to gather information and resources you'd never be able to indulge in yourself (as scarse as wind and as free as a bird with clipped wings) — yet you still found an odd sense of pride in it. Certainly you weren't provided with any material luxuries like your more grounded colleagues, but your transience gifted you the ability to immerse yourself in lives and cultures that any other job would have never allowed.

Eating new food, donning new dress, adopting new names and speaking in new tongues everywhere you went. Never known as yourself, of course, but sometimes sacrifices were necessary to enjoy life to the fullest.

And sometimes those sacrifices would be repaid tenfold when your superior and a one night stand from a few kingdoms over meet and decide to reward you for your dedication and adaptability.

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The position you were in was a familiar one, but that made having your superior’s cock in your mouth and an old flame’s dick buried in your pussy no less strange. A novelty that would have earned laughter at its proposal in any other moment, perhaps even now if you weren’t too preoccupied with being fucked stupid from both ends.

Affogato’s treatment of you was exactly what you remembered it to be: smooth slender hands gripping at the undersides of your spread thighs, massaging and holding them in place; warm soft lips peppering deceptively soft kisses along the expanses of your chest and stomach, curled upwards at the edges as he utters pure filth against your skin; soft wisps of his long, black and white hair brushing against your already sensitive skin, the sensation somewhere between teasing and ticklish as you got closer and closer to the edge; lean hips slamming harshly against your own as his cock relentlessly bullied your gushing hole, every thrust almost sending your body flying across the bed towards the blond in front of you. He called you ‘dirty’ and ‘needy’ and ‘whorish’ as he plunged his length into your pussy over and over again, his tone light and almost playful as he punctuated each clit throbbing statement with another kiss to your flushed skin. He teased you for being ‘desperate’ and ‘eager to be used’, smirking and groaning when you throbbed around him at the comment — which only encouraged him to go further, to be crueller, to say things that made your toes curl and your head spin.

‘Desperate to be fucked,’

‘Cum slut,’

‘Cock drunk,’

‘Sex toy,’

On and on he went, his words — that became less like a mocking whisper and more like a heady growl against your stomach as he kept on going — echoing in your muddled mind like a twisted mantra. Small islands of coherence amongst the fog of lust that had overcome your consciousness as you were driven further and further to climax by your two partners.

Clotted Cream, meanwhile, opted not to waste too much time on trivial chatter as he used your mouth to his heart’s content — gripping your hair tightly in one hand to keep you still as he roughly fucked in and out of your obediently parted lips at his leisure. Occasionally he spoke up, all sense of propriety and eloquence he normally has in droves long gone, praising you for being such a ‘good toy’ and an ‘well-trained pet’, even throwing his head back and moaning (moaning so strongly that you saw his Adam’s Apple bob in his throat) when you swallowed around his dick and downright begging you in a strained voice to ‘do that again’. But otherwise all you got from him were low grunts and groans, the sweet taste of his dick and precum as it slid across your tongue, the feeling of his pale blond pubic hair tickling your nose and the indescribable feeling of his shaft filling your mouth and throat — part of you wished to see what he looked like in moments like this, when he was so close to orgasm (so close you could feel him throbbing on your tongue), but you got more than enough enjoyment with your head hanging back over the edge of the bed as he used you to complain too much.

Not that you had the coherence of thought to complain either way, as you were far too far gone for even that by now.

Only able to give into the feeling of being used by two men you’ve fantasised of being taken by — one previously deemed forbidden by rank and the other an old flame that you’d longed to have again since you’d left him — and stretched in the most delicious way in the process. Only able to recognise the feeling of the slim tip of Affogato’s dick pounding into your g-spot with such force and precision that you couldn’t help but moan and gasp, and the feeling of Clotted Cream’s cock filling your mouth up so much that your slack jaw was starting to ache (so full that you were starting to drool around him so much that your cheeks and lips were starting to wet with your spit). Only able to embrace the way the muscles in your stomach fluttered and straining and spasmed whilst your limbs grew heavy and weak and limp — your body tensing and burning with anticipation for what was to come.

And then, when the time came, only able to ride out your orgasm with watery eyes, whited-out vision, flexing muscles, and a gushing spent pussy that soaked yourself, the bed and Affogato’s cock with your juices. Left to moan and groan and cry out around Clotted Cream’s dick until he followed suit, coating your tongue with his release as he came with a low groan that went straight to your clit and a stuttered jerky thrust that had you choking for a few short moments before he pulled out. So spent and done that you could only sob and drool and whimper as you were fucked for a little while longer (moments that felt closer to an eternity as you remained suspended, floating through the hazy nirvana of release) until Affogato finally finished, pulling out of your dripping hole to paint your lower stomach with his cum — finishing with a high pitched moan and a broken cuss that sounded like pure sin coming from his painted lips.

You were well and truly spent after that: heaving and gasping and panting and whimpering whilst covered in a mess of sweat and spit and cum, limbs too weak and body aching too much to even move. At the mercy of your two lovers as they diligently wiped you clean with a warm damp cloth and talked about you as if you weren’t even there — comparing how good each of your holes felt, praising you indirectly for taking them both so well, planning to do this again at a later date (Clotted Cream was still yet to try out your cunt, after all, and he was ‘looking forward to the opportunity’ — a painfully formal way of putting it that was no less effective in leaving your cheeks burning with embarrassment).

It was humiliating, flustering, unusual, and you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

#sleepingdeath #minors dni #minors fuck off #minors don’t touch #afab reader smut #afab reader #smut #crk smut #smut one shot #cookie run smut #affogato cookie smut #clotted cream cookie smut #affogato cookie x reader x clotted cream cookie #affogato cookie x reader #clotted cream cookie x reader #cookie run x reader #crk x reader

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I saw that your requests are open. I wanted to request one with modern setting with Knives x Reader in which the two have hate sex. They both hate each other deeply, but a argument suddenly turned into them fucking eachother 💙

Sooo....This ended up being the longest request I've written so far....enjoy!

Pairing: Knives x Reader (AFAB) CW: NSFW. Minors DNI 🔞. Dubcon, Public Sex (?), Genital spanking, degradation, finishing inside. Word Count: 1.9k Read here on AO3

Typically, you were someone who got along with anyone. Even if it was a person you had distaste for, you always found ways to remain civil. You were a top student. You were passionate about your field of study and had gone to great lengths to ensure you knew the ins and outs of your field.

So when you were paired with another gifted student for a group assignment, you believed it was going to be a walk in the park. Looking back on it now, you realize you simply had too much faith in the world.

The assignment became nothing short of a nightmare for you. Your partner, Knives, had quite an ego. Yes, the grind he had put forth to reach this level was worth the praise, but it gave him no right to treat you like a dimwit.

Knives was critical of all the information you contributed. Despite providing trustworthy sources, he often whined that the information you presented must be shaky at best. Anytime you proved yourself correct, he would refuse to rescind or apologize for his comments.

You did your best to tolerate it all. There wasn't anyone who wanted to switch partners with you. If it was any consolation, the times when he wasn't fighting you proved to be slightly enjoyable. It turns out Knives is a somewhat interesting person when his inflated ego isn't getting in the way. However, It was doubtful you two would form any friendship out of this.

Your assignment was due tomorrow, so the two of you agreed to meet in the library to go over all the details. Once again, the two of you got into an argument. You had brought him back towards the academic book section, physically showing the tall blonde exactly where you sourced your information from. Yet he still refused to apologize for his remarks. You slam the book shut with great force, clutching it between your palms as weeks worth of anger finally boils over.

"You have absolutely no manners. You say whatever the hell you want, and as soon as you're proven wrong, you act like a toddler. I'm sick of it." You say it through clenched teeth.

You notice his arms crossed and his facial expression unchanging. He doesn't speak a word; perhaps he's letting you spill your mind before he defends himself. Whatever his plan is, it won't stop you from speaking your mind.

"You aren't any better than me. We are equals academically. We get the same grades, attend the same classes, and do the same work. You hold nothing superior to me. I don't know where the hell you got such a large ego from, but it’s annoying as fuck."

You take a deep breath before you continue.

"I even tried to switch partners, and no one wanted to work with you. Is having this massive ego worth knowing no one likes you? Do you understand that it's the sole reason no one wants to be friends with you? If being the world's most lonely and pathetic man is your goal, then congratulations; you did it. I sure as hell will never speak to you again after this. God, fuck you Knives."

By the end of your speech, your face is burning with anger. You can even feel yourself trembling as your hand shoves the book you held back into its spot on the rack. The lingering silence from him is even more infuriating; you can't take it anymore.

You turn on your heels, stepping away from the blonde. Your movements are quickly halted when a strong hand grabs your arm. You stand in place, waiting to hear what he's planning to say, but no words come from him. Instead, you're harshly shoved against the bookshelf, a discomforted whine leaving you as the shelves dig into your flesh. A large, strong body stands behind you, keeping you perfectly pinned in place.

"You're certainly one to talk about egos, but you're right. My ego is greatly inflated. Do you know why?" You feel his words tickle your ear, and a warm breath moves down your neck. "Because I am the greatest person in this school. Since you seem to think otherwise, I'm more than happy to show you your place compared to me."

A hand is placed over your mouth to quell your protest. The front of your skirt is hiked up just enough to allow his free hand access to your sex. His fingers stroked up and down the fabric of your thong, tracing the outline of your folds in a teasing manner.

You gasp from behind his hand, making a loud yell that comes out almost inaudible from under his grasp. You two are out in the open. The library wasn't packed, but all it would take is one person to walk past, and you two would be seen as clear as day. You knew a few other students were studying nearby. This was a different level of risk.

Knives knew that too. It's exactly why his hand held firm against your mouth. Part of him didn't care. No one was going to challenge him. Everyone knew who he was, and the status he held. Knives could do whatever he wanted.

You feel a hand harshly smack against your pussy, causing your knees to buckle gently as a shot of pain travels through your body. Yet at the same time, you feel a gentle throb from your clit. That hand comes down once more, a whimper escaping into his hand, causing the man above you to chuckle. His hand grabs your panties quickly, shoving them down to your knees.

Delicate fingers rub against your folds, spreading your developing wetness around. "Seriously? You're getting wet from this?" He whispers to you. "Yet another reason you aren't better than me." His fingers slide downward, teasing your entrance with curious fingers. "Physically, mentally, and academically, I am the best student in this school. Maybe you’re a close second." He pulls his fingers up, splitting them apart to show the thin line of slickness that came from you. "But when you’re getting turned on by this? Heh…" He brought his hand back down and shoved two fingers inside of your cunt, causing your back to arch against him.

Your drawn-out moan is safely muffled by his palm. Thankfully, the hand driving fingers in and out of your aching pussy is also supporting you. Your legs feel like jelly, and you want to collapse right there. This is humiliating, but fuck, you can’t deny you’re turned on. He knows exactly where to press inside of you, making sure his fingers hit that sensitive spot every single time. The wet sounds coming from between your legs are the only noise allowed to escape.

He only gives you the satisfaction of a few more pumps before pulling his fingers out, a needy whine leaving you as your pussy hates the emptiness. He removes his hand from your mouth for only a second, giving you no time to speak as he shoves his fingers into your mouth. You made a surprised noise, as you could taste your own slickness on your tongue.

"Fuck, that’s hot…" Knives whispers those words so quietly, you almost don’t hear him. Just hearing those words from his low voice sent a shot of heat between your legs, your slick pooling happily around his fingers.

His hand is quick to slap back over your mouth, making sure to be rough about it so you don’t forget your place. The quick hiss of a zipper being pulled down rings out, before you feel his erection rubbing against your wet folds. He really is serious about fucking you right there.

"Suck." He whispers to you, the command of his voice causing a bubble of heat in your stomach. Your tongue swirls around his fingers, and very soft whimpering moans come from you as he watches you with great interest. After a minute of work, he finally pops his fingers out, saliva trailing from your lips to his digits.

His words piss you off, but he gets exactly what he wants, as you have no control over the noises coming out of you, especially when the tip of his cock is ramming against that sweet spot. You begin to wonder where he even learned to fuck like this. How would anyone want to sleep with someone who has such a nasty attitude?

"Try not to make too much noise now." His voice is hushed and low, his teeth digging gently into your ear lobe as he pushes his cock inside you, and it is divine. It stretches you just right, and he makes sure to push himself all the way in, every inch filling you. Your muffled sounds are like a heavenly melody to him.

His free hand grabs one of your legs, holding it up and off to the side as he begins his rough thrusting inside of you. "You know, I like you better when these are the noises leaving your mouth. Hearing you bitch at me is no fun. Think you could moan a little more for me?"

Each thrust inside of you gives you your answer. He’s good—too good. He’s got you seeing stars every time his cock pushes in, whimpering and mewling every time he slowly pulls it back.

"Fuck…" He breathes out through his nose, his voice husky. "You feel so fucking good…"

Those words almost made your eyes roll back into your head. As much as you hated him, he was attractive. Just hearing him compliment you like that made you dizzy with lust. You’d never admit it, but you wouldn’t mind hooking up with him on a regular basis.

"It’s like your pussy was made for me. It takes me so perfectly." He whispers once more. The hand that supported your leg pushed it forward, allowing your foot to rest on the bookshelf. Fingers trailed up your thigh until they found your clit, rubbing in circles with a hurried pace to match the quickness of his thrusting.

It was all building up, and he knew it. The way your muffled moans became louder and more desperate. He had to use all his strength to keep you up. "Cum. Cum for me."

Your brain snaps. You throw your head back, his hand quick to follow as you cry out in pleasure, your cunt spasming around his cock as he continues his relentless thrusting, drawing out your orgasm as long as possible. A few hefty grunts escape before he shoves in deep, filling you up with his hot seed as a guttural moan comes from him.

The two of you relish in your highs for a moment before he pulls himself out and stuffs his cock back into his pants. He’s even kind enough to pull your thong back up for you, stepping back as he admires the fucked-out expression on your face.

"Come with me back to my dorm. I’ll show you some extra sources we can add to our project." He stepped away, hand motioning for you to follow.

That was a lie. You knew exactly what was going to happen.

That man royally pissed you off, but no one had ever made you cum as hard as he did. You followed him, ready to get to know him on a more personal level.

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ir3nic-sluvv · 9 months

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Metanoia, Leon Kennedy x Fem! Reader (CHAPTER FOUR)

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𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚

(𝗇.) 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝖾'𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾.

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Prologue ✧ Previous chapter ✧ Coming soon...

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TW: Swearing.

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THERE WAS A PURE SILENCE lingering around the two officers, who seemed to be lost in their thoughts as they walked through the dark and bloody hallways of the station. Their minds were mindlessly wavering whenever they would hear a noise from the distance as they kept their focus on their surroundings on guard.

As time passed, Leon would occasionally glance towards the woman in a police uniform the same as his – though the only difference was that hers were almost torn off—there was a spec of blood here and there as if someone had been into a war or something. But at a time like this, Leon knew what it just meant, how this place had turned into hell.

The young man tries to think of a way to bring up a conversation, though he knows he needs to keep his mouth shut. Not after what happened earlier between her and Marvin; he knew she needed some space – some time to compose herself.

[Y/n] has her eyes forward, her hand gripping the gun in her holster as she keeps it on, ready in case some feral makes an appearance. Though, she thinks the paths they're taking are safe for now.

The silence between them was still lingering in the air. She badly wanted to open her mouth and talk to the rookie who was walking not far behind her. But, she kept her lips glued shut.

She wanted to apologize, to say how sorry she was for yelling at him earlier, how she acted like a child for crying over her superior.

I mean, who wouldn't?

She had grown attached to Marvin, and with everything that was happening, she couldn't bear to hold onto bottling up her feelings to herself that much longer. But she is willing to keep it in as much as she can. She can't break down in front of anyone, and if she did – it would only eat her up alive, the guilt, fear, and loss of someone, someone who's dying right before her eyes. She couldn't handle losing another one; she couldn't. She can't. It would be unbearable for her to do so.

"Hey uhm – [Y/n], right?" The woman was a bit startled when a voice suddenly broke out of the silence. To her relief, it was only Leon who was looking at her with a shy look. She blinked as she gave him a nod in response.

[Y/n] could tell that he was nervous by just taking a glimpse of his posture, the way he fiddled with his flashlight, and how he spoke to her. It was as if she could read him like an open book. He was too easy to read.

"Right," Leon chuckled as he quickly averted his eyes elsewhere.

'How dumb can you just be!? Of course, her name is [Y/n]; the lieutenant already mentioned her a few times!' Leon mentally slapped himself for it. He couldn't think of anything else to say, but at least he said something to break up the silence, right?

[Y/n]'s eyes traveled away from him as she looked up far ahead; she couldn't help but start to fiddle with the hem of her uniform; she was starting to get anxious for some reason. She should've said something other than just act out her response to him. The woman started to debate if she should say something back, maybe even apologize for what she had done back at the main hall.

She took a deep breath as she finally dared to talk.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier. I-I wasn't in the right mental state at that moment, so I just – burst out." [Y/n] glance at him with a sheepish look on her face.

Leon tilted his head slightly as he finally looked at her.

'Why is she apologizing for that?' He thought as he then shook his head at her.

"I-It's fine, I get why you would burst out like that, and it's not your fault at all. You were just looking after me, is that It?" He didn't want to assume so quickly, so he took his statement as a question as the blonde looked at her, waiting for her to answer.

He was right, though, [Y/n] was just looking after her comrades.

"Yeah," She said as a smile crept up to her lips.

"You aren't... Exactly wrong about that; I truly deeply care about my comrades and all. That is why – I wanted you to stay away from the city; I-we couldn't risk losing officers like you anymore. But, now that you're here..." The woman stopped in her tracks as she then faced him with a dull look on her face.

"There's no turning back now," She whispered in a quiet tone, in hopes Leon wouldn't hear what she had just said, in hopes she wouldn't have to make him worry about it. Unfortunately, Leon did hear her, and it made Leon feel bad, guilty even.

"I'm sorry..." Leon took a step closer to her, and he gave her an apologetic look.

"It's okay, you didn't know; I should've been more clear as to what I had said in the email I sent. Though, even if I did, it would've been hard to believe if I also mentioned the reason why we want you out of the city." [Y/n] said. There was no time to mourn or become emotional. They have better things to do. She released a sigh before she extended her hand toward him.

"I can hold onto the flashlight." The woman took notice of how stiff his arms were while holding the flashlight near his neck level.

Leon snapped back out of his thoughts as he shook his head at her.

"N-no! It's fine; I can do it..." He quickly protests as he grips the flashlight.

"You sure?"

"Y-yeah, I'm sure."

[Y/n] stared at him for a moment before she sighed again and nodded her head slightly.

"Okay then, follow my lead. Keep your eyes sharp." She spoke with a stern voice before she turned around and started walking again through the pitched-dark hallway. [Y/n] felt that he wasn't following, and her steps slowly came to a stop as she looked past her shoulders to look at Leon. The blonde was pretty much preoccupied with his thoughts as his blue orbs were looking down at his feet.

"Leon." She called out. Leon blinked as he quickly turned his head towards her.

The two stared at each other in silence. Leon couldn't help but be drawn by her eyes, an everlasting feeling he's been yearning for. He felt his heart racing for some reason as he kept his eyes pinned on her.

[Y/n], on the other hand, wasn't far from similar. Her eyes were glinting with amazement as she took notice of how his eyes were shining under the flashlight's reflection.

'Are his eyes always like that?'

'Cuz fuck, how mesmerizing they are.'

"We... Should get going." [Y/n] uttered as she quickly looked away from him to avoid eye contact. She's afraid that she might get lost in those eyes again; she can't let any more distractions go in her way.

'The hell is up with me anyway?' She wondered.

Leon stood there in silence for a moment before he slowly nodded his head.

"Right..."

[Y/n] flicked her head towards the hallways yet again. She then took a step as she had her eyes on Leon, keeping in check if he was following. Leon took a deep breath and slowly took a step closer behind her, he nodded his head at her, an indication that they should continue with their journey that would lead them to Claire's location.

She just nodded at him as well as she turned her attention back to which direction she had recognized where the courtyard was.

The two started to walk yet again in silence. Completely pushing away the thoughts that have happened earlier between them.

As the two walked around the halls, going inside the shower rooms, inside the offices, and other rooms that had been wrecked to pieces. Finding items that seem like they would be needed for another puzzle that needs to be solved. They're now walking through another hall that leads to the S.T.A.R.S office. Leon had taken the lead and opened the door first as he took a peek inside and was relieved to see now zombies in sight, he looked towards [Y/n] before opening the door for her. What a gentleman he is.

She smiled at him slightly before going inside with her gun already pointing from the distance, just to make sure the place was clear. The [hair color] sighed before putting back her gun inside her holster, she looked around the room, remembering the memories it held when she was here. In the corner of her eye, she saw Leon looking around and picking up a few things on the way.

She licked her dried lips before her eyes caught the monitor from the distance.

'Right, how could I forget there's an armory room here?' She thought before walking up towards the locked door that leads to the armory. She frowned slightly as she walked over to the monitor nearby.

"Damn..." The woman glared at the screen when she noticed that it needed authentication so that the door would unlock. The woman would always still wonder why they would put a lock on this thing, why even bother questioning herself? Of course, it is mandatory to put a lock on this thing.

'There's no fucking way I'm gonna waste my time on this shit.' She huffed before biting her lip and looking towards the metal doors. She glared at it once more before turning her heels with both of her hands planted on her hips as she looked around the room with a frown on her face.

Her change of demeanor didn't come unnoticed by Leon as he looked at her with his lips parted.

"Is... there something wrong?" He blurted out, his footsteps going near her way as the woman looked up at him and sighed, making her face relax.

"Just – thinking is all, no worries." She waved her hand off towards him as she turned around and walked towards the other side of the room; not even bothering to hear him utter another word to her as she was already occupied with many things that were going on inside her head.

Leon's face crumbled down as he looked at her with saddened eyes from afar. He didn't get to what he had done to make her upset, or either the reason why for distancing herself from him. I mean, he already apologized. And their conversation earlier – he thought they were already okay.

What's going on inside your head exactly? Leon didn't question it further as he bit his lower lip and tore his gaze away from you and focused on what he was doing earlier.

After a while, [Y/n] called out to Leon that they should head towards the other side of the station where they are supposedly going to get to Claire. Leon just nodded his head in acknowledgment and followed close behind her as he already had his flashlight on.

They both walked out of the office and started to walk out of the hallway yet again. Just then, [Y/n] heard something from above making her freeze for a moment with her eyes wide.

"Shit!" [Y/n] cussed in a whisper as she quickly pulled Leon by his arm and hid behind a wall after hearing a loud scratch and screech, this could only mean one thing. A fucking licker.

Leon looked at her with a confused expression as he was about to open his mouth and ask what was wrong – the woman quickly covered his mouth and hushed him with her index finger against her lips.

She looked behind her and quickly pushed herself and Leon onto the wall in hopes she wouldn't see that fucking crawling feral. She held her breath as her grip on Leon's arm tightened. She kept her hearing sharp as she listened to the footsteps getting near. Her eyes darted to Leon and signaled him to stay quiet again, to which Leon quickly obliged.

'Fuck, I hate this fucking lizard wannabes!' She cussed to herself as she squinted her eyes above her head as she looked at the ceiling from the distance. She thinks it would be best to keep quiet instead of fighting it off, just to save some more bullets.

The woman's eyes narrowed as she watched the licker crawls away from above. A breath of relief passed her parted lips before letting go of Leon's arm.

For the whole time, Leon's eyes were on her.

"That... thing, it was a licker wasn't it?" Leon suddenly uttered, making [Y/n] turn her head towards him.

"Yeah – how did you know?" She asked as she noticed how she was standing close to him making her take a step back which Leon took notice of.

"Saw a note about them when I'm exploring around." He answered as he gave her a sheepish smile.

[Y/n] nodded at his statement slowly before she looked around the halls. The coast is clear, she noted as her eyes travel towards Leon again.

"We've been here for too long, we should stop for now and head towards the east side so we could meet up with Claire." She stated as she started to walk towards the main hall – before stopping in her tracks and looking behind her.

"Shall we?" She called out. Leon nodded his head slightly before he started to follow her again like a lost puppy following its owner.

Sooner later, they both arrive in the main hall yet again. [Y/n] has her eyes trained over the sleeping Marvin from afar, a sigh escapes her lips before she looks over to Leon.

"Is there anything you need to do here before we go? Better do it now, we don't wanna waste our time here much longer now do we?" She crossed her arms over her chest as she lightly tapped her finger over her arm.

"Yeah – just give me a minute, I won't take too long!" Leon said as he quickly jogged up through a flight of stairs and then towards the lion statue.

'What could he be doing—oh.' [Y/n] walks over to Leon and watches as he solves a puzzle.

"The lion medallion, nice. This just means we have at least... two more to find." She smiled as she took the medallion from the statue and pocket it in a small pouch that is attached to her hips.

"Actually — the only medallion we need to find is the Maiden one." Leon pointed out as he suddenly took out the Unicorn medallion from his poets and showed it to her making [Y/n]'s eyes widened slightly. She was sure to be surprised.

"I see, that's good then! Well done, Rookie." She gave him a thumbs up, along with a proud smile on her lips.

Leon smiled sheepishly as he mumbles. "Just doing my job..."

"Okay, is that all?" She asked as she turned her head to face him. Leon bobbed his head lightly in response.

"Alright then – c'mon, let's not waste any more time and move on." [Y/n] smiled slightly, the heels of her feet turning as she made her way toward the staircase. Leon soon followed closely behind her, heart racing like a mantra. The feeling of getting praised by someone gave him the motivation to pursue what he was doing, especially when it came from someone like [Y/n].

The two walked through the flight of stairs and they then got inside a room, [Y/n] abruptly stopped in her tracks as she noticed a door; It has some kind of blue spade-like shape on the door.

'Damn, just remembered that this key is nowhere to be found. How come no one has found it yet? It has been what? a month since then?' The woman shook her head lightly at this as she continued to stare at the door.

"This is the only way to get to Claire, Unfortunately, the door is locked." She said over to Leon as she tilted her head to look past her shoulders. Leon had also stopped in his tracks as he stood behind her, almost hovering over her.

'Okay, wow, he's taller than I expected.' She suddenly noticed.

"I think I have the key—" The blonde mumbled, fishing out his hands through his pockets before pulling out a spade key.

"Well damn, who knew you can easily find the lost things better than the other officers." [Y/n] chuckled at him with a smirk forming on her lips.

"For someone new with this whole ordeal — you'll quickly get to the top, Leon." The woman hasn't even realized that she called him by his name, not that she didn't give a fuck or anything. But somehow Leon noticed this which made a light blush spread across his cheeks and didn't even say anything about it.

"Y-You think so?"

"I know so. Now, are you going to use the key or what?"

"R-right!" Leon swiftly stepped over with the key in hand. His hand lifted as he pushed in the key. [Y/n] ears were left satisfied after hearing a soft click making a smile spread across her lips and patting Leon's shoulder softly; an indication of how thankful she was for all the hard work he had put in for the past hour.

"Shall we?" The woman eyed Leo for a quick second as she flicked her head towards the door slightly.

"We shall." His response made [Y/n] chuckle softly as she then walked closer to Leon. Her hand wrapped around the small round metal, twisting it open revealing yet another dark hall. She's starting to get irked with the darkness in every corner of this station. She would've rather stayed at the main hall and taken care of Marvin. But decided to just suck it in and continue with their journey to get out of this hell hole. [Y/n] [L/n] is no pussy.

The woman took a deep breath before stepping inside. She suddenly flinched when Leon flicked the flashlight open making him apologize.

"N-No worries, you just caught me off guard is all." [Y/n] laughed lightly as she shook her head slightly at her silliness. "I can be a scaredy cat at times." She commented before her head turned to look from her left then right, checking if there were any zombies in sight.

"Okay, I think we're clear—" [Y/n] suddenly stopped mid-sentence when the ground started to rumble. Her ears ringing as she quickly holds onto the wall near her for support. There was a sudden crush from outside making the ground shake at the impact.

"What the hell was that!?" Leon half-yelled as he quickly went up to [Y/n] with a visible panic lingering in his voice.

"I don't know — but I think it's those who have been sent here for backup. And well, shit happens. I couldn't count how many helicopters they've sent here but all of them had failed to get here in peace." [Y/n] grumbled as she then looked at the fire exit at the end of the hallway.

"C'mon! The fire exit is over there." She tilted her head towards the exit. Leon quickly nodded as the two officers started to sprint towards the door.

As [Y/n] and Leon barge outside, they are met with the smell of smoke. Eyes widened when they saw it was the helicopter. Figured. The woman's nose wrinkled in disgust, suddenly felt nausea from the bottom of her stomach. She couldn't somehow find herself getting used to the smell of something rotten.

"Leon!?" A familiar voice rang in their ears. [Y/n]'s train of thought comes to a stop as her head turns to where the voice comes from. A relieved sigh escaped her lips and quickly looked at Leon and motioned for him to follow. Leon didn't think twice as he eagerly ran behind [Y/n]. Their heavy footsteps clank over the metal stairs, the droplets of rain falling over their heads to toe. They weren't bothered that they were getting wet from the rain.

"Claire!" [Y/n] shouted, a smile gracing her lips as she stopped abruptly in front of the brunette. Her fingers touch the fence as she leaned forward to take a closer look at Claire, checking if she had any critical injuries of some sort. But it seems like she was doing fine.

"Holy shit — thank God you're alive!" Claire couldn't help but smile as well, she was glad she found an old friend alive and well. Her eyes peered over [Y/n]'s shoulder and saw Leon standing behind her. "And you too." She uttered before her eyes darted toward her old friend.

"Say uh, I'm guessing you don't have a key in those fancy pockets." Claire chuckled giggly as she motioned towards Leon, noticing how his attire changed.

Leon shook his head in response. "Unfortunately, no..." he murmured. Claire waved her hand as she reassured him that it was quite alright.

"Any luck with your brother though?" Leon then asked, making [Y/n] look at him in the corner of her eye.

"No, not yet." Claire's head shakes slightly as she looks down at her feet. Just then, her head darted towards [Y/n] and there was a glint of hope in her eyes.

"Do you know where Chris might be?"

"Well... one thing for sure is that he's out of the city. He left a few weeks ago saying he has a business to take care of. He didn't say anything much about it, saying that it was classified." She responded with a small smile.

"I see... good to know. I won't have to worry much about him then, now that I know he's not here." The woman in the red leather jacket smiled, she was relieved to know that his brother wasn't there to experience this madness. She just hopes that wherever he is — that he is safe. Though she would need to figure out where he had gone.

Suddenly, they heard a loud explosion from behind making their ears ring for a moment as their head ducked from the sudden outburst. They looked where it came from and saw the helicopter had erupted and is now flaming with fire. The fire alarm didn't help much and it only made everything worse. [Y/n]'s heart started to race when they heard growls and moans coming from Claire's side.

'Shit — the explosion is luring them here!' She thought in a panic. Eyes pinned towards Claire who looked dreadful as the other two.

"You guys know what that means," Leon commented.

"Yeah... dinner time."

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GerIta Week 2023 - Day 7 - second entry - Proposal

Here are some more shots with a video clip for a closer look with fuller views explanations and so on for My second GerIta fanart posted on Christmas. It’s really big, the same size as the first GerIta fanart as well.

(I used to make even larger sizes up to A0 paper traditional fanarts for another fandom lol just this time didn’t have much time to carry out that gigantic project …)

There are lots of photos and also a clip that captures all the details from far to close to check out. In addition, explanations of the details and such are added. Long post, skipping the read to just enjoy the pics if you want. Those who take time to read are even more appreciated. Either way, thank you.

Now, enjoy!

Overview: This is like a combination of myriad fairy tales/ myths such as Siren/ mermaid/ incubus/Cupid/Jibaro core and the like with seemingly endless vicissitudes and tragic turns still with a happy ending at the end.

All the wrongs created Evils and Seraphs planning to overtake humanity and reborn a world of Evils.

There was not just one, but many. Gods and Goddesses. Ultimately superior. In such Sisyphean anger for all the wrongs humans have been doing and will have continued doing so to the place they call “home” – the Earth, Gods and Goddesses wanted to bestow Apocalypse and recreate a new World. With a warning to humans before Salvation, the Deities had created a mysterious creature called “Feliciano” and sent him to the Earth to punish humans for all the blasphemy and disrespectfulness they have done to Mother Earth and all sacred things.

Feliciano was “born” in mesmerizing Italy, a well–known nation of architecture, culture, art, opera, literature, film, fashion, and much more…In short, all the things human beings yearn and die for, Luxury, Fame, Power, and the supreme desire, Love, and Romance

Feliciano the enigmatic creature that comprised multitudinous omnipotent features of innumerable entities in one, to name a few: An Ambassador Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary of Love An Angel Siren Mermaid Incubus Cupid

His mission is to find and seduce the most virtuous, disciplined, powerful human being, then annihilate him, destroy his everything, and put an end to the world….

Hence, Ludwig, the head, heart and soul of Germany , was his target

Seductive power bottom, overly pulchritudinous, unbearably adorable, hypnotically addictive,…Notwithstanding those wonderful weapons Feliciano possed, he had to pass such a solid mental wall of the cold blond man with tsundere warm heart to finally easily succeed in the first task, in whose result was Ludwig completely fell for him head to toe, but not the later part of the destruction and carrying out the apocalypse

Alter numerous hindrances, hardships, and dilemmas, being forgiven and saved by Ludwig always, Feliciano was deeply touched by Ludwig's magnanimous heart of overwhelming kindness. Eventually, he couldn't help falling in love with Ludwig madly without realizing it.

In hindsight, Epiphanies hit Feliciano as unprecedentedly hard as tons of thunderstorm hurricanes earth-shaking sky collapsing mind-blowing when he came to admit his love for Ludwig and recognizing both the good and bad traits of humanity. All led to his decision not to undertake the final mission to wipe out everything from his beloved and the world.

Betraying the Deities means unavoidable brutal death. Feliciano decided to hide the secret so as not to tell Ludwig about it and attempt to commit suicide after marrying Ludwig

Sympathized with the couple, Gods and Goddesses had withdrawn the Salvation and gave them one more chance to save the world from the Evils created, being created, and will be created by Humans…..

Perhaps you skipped the not-so-long read above? Here’s some more long read lol

Here’s the scene where Ludwig proposes to Feliciano heartfully and as he proposes, Italy and Germany melt in and morph into a new nation called “GerIta”

You can see some of the famous splendid places of those aforementioned countries deliquesced together harmoniously yet uniquely individually maintained

Venice 🇮🇹, Elbphilharmonie Hamburg 🇩🇪 Rihne River🇩🇪 , Romw 🇮🇹, Milan Cathedral🇮🇹, Cologne Cathedral 🇩🇪, Brandenburg Gate 🇩🇪

Can you see them all??

The flowers: every time Ludwig fulfilled what Feliciano asked for, a rose will grow. Vice versa, a daisy will grow whenever Feliciano sees Ludwig. Those flowers vary in kind, shapes, forms, and colors, they even change their looks according to the mood of the couple, or the atmosphere where they’re in. Those magical flowers live on true love of significant ones. Therefore when there’s no love, they’ll die. As long as love remains, they continue to bloom, the stronger the love, the more beautiful and unique they become

A gigantic scintillating bling bling iridescent Swarovski heart that appears partly smaller in size to outsiders and only be seen fully by the heart’s owner and his beloved. Whose heart could it be? Rumors had it the heart was a giant piece made by countless tiny hearts overflowing in the brain of a certain someone…

On the ground where daisies and roses blended, rainbow Swarovski hearts are seen, miraculous geometric shapes forming aurora borealis galaxy stairs way to Heavenly and Earthly Love

Feliciano, from head to toe, accessories, ornaments, finery, Laurel wreath, angel halos, cupid arowana, etc… each of the items in the full regalia exemplifies features and powers of Feliciano

For instance,

Shades of brown blend nicely in the strands of hair that frame his face. An adorable curl symbolizes the curl of Italy 🇮🇹 ‘s wonders, seemingly forming a loving heart of Love and Innocence

His eyes had manifold shades of brown varied from beige to maroon lighting the hues of amber shinings.

Those angelic dreamy eyes cried tears of happiness and eudemonia in the blissfulness when Feliciano was confessed and proposed to while his beautiful hand was held dearly respectful by his beloved one and only

There are a plethora of gorgeous adornments to ornate Feliciano’s hair in a profusion of looks that match nicely with the natural soft, tender, delicate makeup on his face ( that can be seen more clearly under different lights especially outside and when the sun is shining ). Here are some examples

Feliciano’s beauty was beyond the definition of perfectibility for a power bottom. Sun-kissed elegant skin as smooth as baby and silk, gentle to the touches, and caresses everything that comes in his company. Much of his figure, the curls on over his body, was adorable and feminine, nevertheless, the masculinity was visible slightly, in lines of lineaments of a baby angel face still boyish no less, and those toned yet solid shoulders. Slender arms and legs, attractive sexy bareback and dimples of Venus, wonderful shapely round buttocks mischievously hidden in garments of heavenly royalty deities.

Embellishing all those beauties of the seraphic callipygian were sashes, togas, accessories, jewelry, gemstones, pearls, and valuable decorations. Colossal wings with chains of gold, pearls, confetti, and sparkles represent deities with flying ability and such things as “ Love is in the air”

The lion’s share of the finery was a torrent of Layers resembling mermaid siren gowns and epitomizing the other characters and capacities of Feliciano

What are those other personalities and abilities? Up to your imagination and creativity

In contrast with the loving godlike goddess-like angel baby deities fairies' mysterious mythical assemblages Feliciano, Ludwig’s shades were much darker yet glorious still.

Chains of gold, golden roses, crosses, and dragons of various hues accentuate the royalty set of adorable pastel rays of the shirt covered underneath ultramarine blue and calm silent darkness of black coat, small details like daisies peppered subtly gave him the gentle lovable touch to solemnity.

Manly effortlessly sleek slicked-back blond hair of a macho wearing his couple earrings with his proposed wife.

A content, happy, and calm smile is seen on the blonde’s handsome face. His big and tough figures seemed to melt as he gently held his beloved beautiful hand. As if he wanted to say “ Nowithstanding the cold silent strict look from the outside, the inner me is soft, loving, considerate and everything melted by you…

I’m serious about being in love with you, making you happy, my wife. My home….. “

And what could be the reply?

“ You make me feel at home”

Multi potentialities opal diamond crystal heart Even though they were hidden exceptionally backward, Rumor has it that the more good deeds the couple had done ( either individually or in togetherness ), the more powerful, luminous, iridescent, and precious the miraculous opal diamond crystal heart became. A protective bulwark, solid contemporary convenient mobile castle, enormous energy block collect herbs and countless valuable medicines….It can almost provide anything and do everything

How magical and mysterious!

Hues and sparkling reflect differently when various kinds of light hit.....

I did want to write some more lines for other details and such but that’s all for now …..

The base reference is forgotten, I will add it later when I find it.

P/S: I do want to share lots of pics but that would be beyond too much…. Thank you for looking at my drawings. Have a nice day/night in your area

Thank you so incredibly much @geritaweekfor holding the event and everyone participating enthusiastically

P/S 2: Full clip of all full details in the pic enhanced with handmade stuff, jewelry, and sea shells for decoration. Please don't mind the zodiac charm Libra ♎️ and Taurus ♉️ . They’re just my sun sign and moon sign ( yes those earrings are handmade, my sun sign is Libra ♎️, and I have the same birthday as Germany 🇩🇪 on Oct 3rd lol 😆)

I’ve tried my best to finish the piece as well as give a thoughtful piece of mind and explanation plus extra photos in my capacity….

Please ignore any mistakes in typos, grammatical things, and so on since English is not my first language and especially I barely have time to check and edit everything nicely

#mixed media #traditional art #aphgermany #geritaweek #aphitaly #day7 #feliciano vargas #ludwig beilschmidt #geritaweek2023 #gerita

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kittiwittebane · 8 months

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PART 4 of ROLLERSKATES AND COUNCIL MEMBERS/BOYS

My guys, I’m sorry for the delay on the third part. Life hurts.

ANYWAYS

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Hunter breathed in. Glandus High School entered the halls of Hexside High. Glandus was a superior school, much more sophisticated and smart than Hexside. But there was one thing that Hexside had over Glandus.

The sport industry.

Hexside had some of the best sports players over all of the schools, so much so that private sporting schools have offered to take them in for scholarships. And this week was the annual Hexside VS Glandus sporting event. As the schools representative council president, Hunter introduces the other school to the newest looks of Hexside to the year sevens of the new year. This year, Glandus was confident they’d win the year seven sporting events, because of one student. This student goes by the name of Cheetah. His real name was Breygen. He was the sportiest person that Glandus High had. The reason for going by Cheetah was because he was extremely fast. Hexsides fastest person was Hunter. He just went by Hunter though.

“But what if I lose?” Hunter murmured. “What if I am not good enough?” the blonde boy put his head down. He’d seen Breygen run. He had rightfully earned the name ‘Cheetah’. He flopped against his locker in the boys locker room, slumping the ground. He quickly got up after hearing someone enter. It was the boy side of Boscha’s group. Hunter sighed exasperatedly. The boys entered, but Hunter avoided them.

“Did you see that Breygen guy run? He outran ALL of our contestants! They’re letting him enter other races!” One of them exclaimed.

“I heard he’s going in the all-out running race!” Another declared. Hunter shuddered. The thought of losing for the school after winning every race in his year up to now was horrible. He put his head in his hands.

“I think he’s faster than Hunter!” he recognised a voice. It was his only “friend”, Callum. His head shot up.

“Oh yeah, if Hunter embarrasses our school he’s going to know about it.” Xavier hissed. “He’s fast, but he’s pretty weak. You can’t have both.”

“Didn’t he dislocate your girlfriend’s jaw?” Callum asked. He heard Xavier shove something against the lockers.

“Just because he did, doesn’t mean he is strong! He is a weakling! Have you seen how malnourished that boy looks? Boscha should have been council president, not him.” Xavier hissed. Though he could not see, he could hear choking sounds. Spluttering and coughing.

“Let him go, Xavier.” One of the other boys said. A grunt came from Xavier before he dropped Callum. Callum breathed in heavily, making up for lost air as the other boys walked to their lockers. Hunter walked around the lockers, walking out as fast as he could, hiding his face even though he was recognisable by his yellow suit.

———————

Hunter changed into his running clothes, and took one of the breathing exercises Willow had taught him. He sighed and walked out into the field. He saw the people he was up against. Marcus from Glandus, Apollo from Hexside, Javier from Hexside, Lucky from Glandus, Bo from Glandus and of course, Breygen from Glandus. He knew that Breygen was his only real competitor. The others he could beat easily. He looked over at the bleachers, and he could see Willow looking proud. He beamed at her and he felt like his face was already red. To his surprise, Raine was in the crowd. Raine had said they’d come but Hunter hadn’t actually expected them to come. He hoped he could win this. Maybe Belos would be proud of him…

For once…

Hunter lined up on the field, readying for the 800m all-out race.

(For those who don’t know, an all-out race is where everyone, no matter what year or age can enter.)

He steadied in the lineup position, and when the whistle blew, he ran. Swiftly, he made it to 100m far in front of everyone, even Cheetah.

Everyone said he was fast. Hunter thought. Why is he behind everyone?

At the 300m mark Hunter began to lose his breath. And by the 600m mark he was exhausted. But he kept going. That’s when it happened. Breygen, formerly at least 100m behind everyone sped up. He passed Hunter and the blonde boy gasped in surprise. Hunter gathered all of the energy he had and was tying with Breygen. Breygen however, had more energy than he did. Breygen crossed the finish line before Hunter did and everyone went wild.

Hunter congratulated Breygen and found out that Breygen was in fact pretty nice.

“Hey, uh.. congrats.” Hunter scratched the back of his head as he spoke to Breygen. Breygen smiled at him.

“Nice doin’ a race a’ainst ya.” Breygen put out his hand to shake Hunter, who was more focused on Breygens accent than anything else. He didn’t seem to pronounce the letter ‘g’. He shook Breygens hand and smiled.

“You are the first person to beat me.” Hunter smiled kindly. Breygen smiled back and Hunter swore he saw a flicker of a smirk in the expression. He shook his head. He’d lost the race.

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*End of the school day*

Hunter packed up his things and Willow came running up to him.

“You were amazing today!!” She hugged him and he went red.

“MhmmHmmM thAnks.” Hunter wanted to smack himself as the biggest voice crack of all time slipped into his speech.

“I didn’t win though.” Hunter said. Willow snorted.

“I don’t care, you were amazing and you aren’t going to convince me otherwise.” She stated firmly. Hunter chuckled at her. She felt her heart beat fast, delighted to have been responsible for Hunter being happy. Hunter’s happy face quickly changed.

“Belos…” he mumbled subconsciously. Willow’s interest sparked at the mention of the mayor of Bonesborough.

“What about him?” She asked him. He didn’t respond. His heart started to beat rapidly, and things began to run through his mind.

—

Belos tugged on Hunter’s earring.

“That hurt!” Hunter cried.

“Crying is for weaklings!” Belos yelled, ripping the earring out. Hunter cried out in pain, using his hand to wipe blood from his freshly nicked ear.

—

“I promise I can do better-“ Hunter started before Belos stuck a butcher’s knife into Hunter’s right cheek. Hunter once again, cried out in pain. Blood dripped from the wound, not a slice but a skinning. A small section of his right cheek had been skinned and sliced.

“DO BETTER?!” Belos screeched. “DON’T FAIL IN THE FIRST PLACE!”

—

Then Hunter imagined how things would go.

—

“Uncle, I won all the gold medals in running except for this one, please don’t hurt me!”

…… and then silence……

“You weren’t supposed to fail……”

—

Hunter closed his eyes, not wanting to know what he thought would come next.

“Hunter??” Willow worriedly shook the boy, who was stuck in his mind.

“No!” He said out loud.

“Hunter, talk to me!” Willow wailed. “You’re scaring me!”

Hunter snapped back to reality, tears streaming down his face. He looked at Willow, and broke down. She hugged him tightly.

“Everything is ok. Everything is going to be okay. Whatever it is, it will be ok.” She murmured into his ear. Such calming words she spoke, yet Hunter could not get himself to believe such a thing. For he knew it would be ok. He would not be ok. Nothing would be ok. Suddenly the loudspeakers announced something.

“Students of Hexside and Glandus. As you all may know, the winner of the 800m all-out race was Breygen from Glandus.”

Was……?

“However, a student caught him drinking a performance enhancing substance, yet to be identified. He had been stripped of all of his medals. The winner of the all-out race is now our own president of the SRC, Hunter Wittebane!” The entire hallway looked at him, and cheered. He laughed in his pool of tears, that of which had been overtaken by tears of happiness. Willow had magical words. She was right. It was going to be ok.

—————

Willow had decided to walk him home.

“Thank you for being my friend.” Hunter looked at Willow with admiration. She looked back at him.

“Anyday.” She grinned. He stopped, gazing into her eyes. Her emerald green eyes locked with his, and his former plan to tell her to let him walk alone from here was abandoned as a new one took over:

Don’t embarrass yourself.

Willow breathed out, and tightened her hands.

“Any time.” She murmured. He just watched her breathe, the rise and fall of her chest somewhat calming. Her presence, in fact, was calming. Just being with her.. was calming. Like he could do no wrong. Like no one could hurt him. Like he was safe…

“I’d better go now.” He said, breaking the silence between them. She looked at him hopefully, like she was waiting for something. Something then sparkled in her eyes. A sparkle he had seen before. Many times. But he couldn’t figure out what it was.

“You ok?” He asked. She nodded, smirking.

“You’re just so cute when you care about me.”

Hunter went redder than Amity.

“WhAt?” He asked, his voice deciding to crack again. Right in front of her.

“I said, you’re cute.” She repeated. “You’ve heard me compliment you before.” She giggled. She gave him a flirty look. “Never been called cute before?” She raised an eyebrow. Hunter just froze. She’d done this before. A couple of times. But this felt different. Together. Alone. He could so easily just..

He coughed awkwardly, unsure of how to react. Willow seemed very pleased with the reaction. She ran her finger across his scar.

“Well?” She asked.

“nO.” Hunter squeaked. Willow got onto her tiptoes and pressed a firm kiss to his cheek. He couldn’t formulate a sentence after that.

“I have- uh a go home I huh hehe.” Is what he managed to say.

“Why don’t I walk you there?” Willow asked. Hunter looked loopy.

“Hehe ok.” He said not really sure what he was agreeing to.

PART 5 OR NOT LIKE THAT WILL BE AN ASK-OUT DATING ONE I THINK >:3

#hunter deamonne #hunter noceda #hunter toh #hunter wittebane #huntlow #willow park #winter #the owl house #toh #dana terrace #Huntlow kiss #Huntlow cannon #HEL YA DAY KISSED #>:D #>:3

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