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jillsandwhichs · 25 days ago

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Worth it

Arthur Morgan x Reader series, Chapter 5, Back to it

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Pairing: F!Reader x Arthur Morgan

Summary: You're back working in the store however, you just feel super sluggish and unhappy. All you can think about is Arthur. The moment your workday ended, you went home to write to Arthur

WC: 1.5k

Rating: Mature/Gore/Eventual smut

Song to listen to whilst you read: Top of the World - Carpenters

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All you have been thinking about is Arthur, the gang and their lifestyle.

As you slave away in this store, working day in and day out, constantly helping locals without a break, you simply dream of a life you doubt you'll ever have. You never thought wanting freedom was going to be so frowned upon.

When you had gotten back home the other day, your mother and father were quite angry with you. Unfortunately, they had noticed your disappearance and were worried sick. Arthur had brought you back on his horse and your father had immediately can to the conclusion he hurt you, so he started angerily cursing out Arthur until you managed to get a word in and explain everything. Still, your parents really despised the fact you came back with some random man without a word beforehand.

Punishment for you is working even more hours. So you suppose your entire freakout and runaway was pointless, it proved nothing. You can't be too upset though, you reap what you sow. You're just glad that you even got that experience with Arthur and whatnot. Getting to see his camp and interacting with Tilly was nice. Refreshing, even.

To be honest, you admired the gang and that camp they have setup. It's impressive, really. Arthur even told you on the ride back that they had only recently moved out to the other side of Rhodes and were originally farther. He also let you know that the gang is like his family, he'd do anything to protect the people of it. That fed into your fantasy more. Truth be told, the idea of having that many people around amazed you. You are used to a three person household who hardly speaks to each other throughout the day until dinner time.

However, it's about time you leave la-la-land. You must focus on the task at hand - stocking shelves.

As much as you really don't want to, it has to get done. You already got one done, and now you're somewhat through this second one. Once it's complete, you'll be able to walk back home for the night. That is, until tomorrow rolls around and you have to work again. This upcoming weekend will be pleasurable, no work for you. You can't stop day dreaming about it, and about Arthur.

There's just something about him...

Arthur seems like a real man. A down to Earth one at that. It's as if you could tell him anything and he'd never judge you. Whether it's because he's a genuine person or because he feels as though he has no room to judge is unclear but if there's one thing you do know - it's you've taken a liking to him. He's a radical man. You've even caught yourself smiling whilst thinking about him occasionally. It's a bit odd for you, behavioral wise.

Setting down the final can of biscuits, you sighed deeply. That's it, alas. Home time now.

You brushed off your outfit and cascaded towards the front desk, grabbing your purse then glancing over at the expensive wooden clock. It reads 8:31 PM. It's a bit later than usual but all that matters is that your work is done.

Slinging your bag over your chest, you then made way for the front door that leads out of the general store. And just like that, you were off to head home.

Closing your bedroom door gently, you let out a soft sigh as you were leaning against it. Finally, you are home and in your room. It feels way better in here than it did in that store - that's one thing you know for sure.

Taking your hair out of the loose braid it was in, you ambled over towards your bedroom window and unlocked it, then pulled it up. Immediately, that light & cool breeze from outside raced into your room, making it feel even nicer than it did before. The scent of fresh air and outside could be smelt to, which you absolutely adore. It's also meant to rain tonight which you are happy about - rain is calming.

Now, you desire to get yourself out of these treacherous work clothes. You began to take them off and ponder about what you'll be wearing to bed. You are already slightly tired, your eyes are a bit heavy so sleep tonight will be peaceful, especially due to the potential rain fall. Just based on the clouds and weather today, you're sure it's bound to occur. Now taking your skirt off, you placed your top and bottoms into the corner of your room, then you trailed over to your box of clothes.

In mind, you know what you want to wear. You own this beautiful silky nightgown that was once your grandma's and is now yours. It's all white with lace trim attached to it. It's very pretty and usually meant for... Other activities... But it's no issue to wear it to sleep tonight. After digging in your clothes basket for a minute or so, you found it and pulled it out, then carefully slipped it off.

It's very loose around the upper thigh area but a bit tender around the waist. It's a beauty of a nightgown, that's for sure.

Running your fingers through your hair, you thought momentarily. Both of your parents said goodnight to you, then went off to bed. They seemed less upset than they did this morning which is a good sign! Made you happy. Now the house is evidently quiet and no one is making noise by moving around or talking, which is always somewhat unsettling. You'll manage though.

Then, as you were deep in thought about your life and more so your family, your eyes drifted over to your wooden desk. Your father built it for you shortly before you all migrated over here to Rhodes. It's small, but pretty. You're grateful he made it for you. Resting on its surface is materials to write a letter and send it - paper, pens, stamps, etc. Then, a glorious idea came into mind.

On your ride home with Arthur the other day, he had mentioned how you can write to him. Reason being is, you two can't seem to want to stay out of contact, so he made the suggestion of writing to one another! You are curious about his life and he feels the need to watch over you, or so he claims, so it's a fantastic idea. Before you head to sleep, you suppose you can write him one to mail out in the morning!

Smiling to yourself, you walked over to the chair and pulled it out, sitting down and picking up your expensive pen, then thinking for a moment. You have somewhat of an outline in mind of what you'll write to him however, there's so much you could possibly say.

Arthur is such an easy man to speak to and in this moment, to write to. You quite enjoy him and his company, and you want to make that known. You also want to show your gratitude to not only him, but his nice lady-friend, Tilly. They were both a good help that day.

So, here goes nothing.

To Mr. Arthur Morgan.

It's currently dark out, meaning it's night-time. It's also beginning to rain and while I am exhausted, I could not hold myself back from yearning to write this letter to you. All day, not only have you been on my mind, but your lifestyle and that gang of yours too. I know, I know, you told me to not "romanticize" it but I'm really not. If you lived my life, you'd understand how much it can hurt to long for an exciting and impactful life and knowing yours, you've somewhat achieved that.

Enough of that though, I've been wanting to properly thank you for the other day. You were of comfort and so was your colored friend, Tilly. She was a dear, and so were you. I appreciate you and your honesty and hospitality - it seems it can be a bit rare in these parts. Being with you for that intermediate amount of time and getting to know you was enjoyable. You are a good man, even if you can't see that yourself. You have potential and I, as an outsider, can witness that.

Anyhow, I hope life is treating you well! I can only imagine how stressful life may become for you at times. Hopefully, I'll be able to see you again someday. It seems the Lord has a funny way of reconnecting us every now and again but who knows, maybe it's just silly run-ins we have. I don't quite know and either way, I'm just grateful to have met such a man like yourself.

Take care of yourself, Arthur.

Yours truly.

That took you longer than you had expected. Now it's down pouring outside and it's definitely later. You sighed now deeply and folded up the thin piece of paper gently, before placing it within the envelope and sealing it on. On said packet, you wrote down both your info and Arthur's, knowing it'll go to the right address and person.

Good, this is good.

Tomorrow morning, you'll send it out and hope for the absolute best.

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jillsandwhichs · 25 days ago

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Flashing lights

Chapter 19 to RE Characters x Reader Smutshot Collection

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Pairing: Chris Redfield x F!Reader

Summary: While having a night out with a few of your girlfriends, you meet a man on the dancefloor who is not only fun to dance with, but to fuck

Status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: Strangers/Hookup

WC: 3.1k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Usage of alcohol, Sexual dancing, Making out, Dirty talk, Clit rubbing, Oral (You receive), Semi-public sex, Protected P in V, Choking, Whimpering Chris

Song to listen to whilst you read: Party 4 you - Charli Xcx

"Down the hatch!" You yelled while laughing before you took your shot of Malibu alongside your three girlfriends. Mary-Kate, Lindsay and Gianna all took a shot with you, each of them having different reactions to it. "Woo!" Lindsay snickered out, placing the shot glass down, then motioning the bartender to pour her another. "You psycho! That's your fifth one tonight." Mary-Kate teased her. "I party hard, you know this." She said to all of you as the male bartender poured her another.

You love your girls. They're all a bit crazy. "You know what bartender, pour me another too." You spoke to him and you earned a chuckle out of him, causing you to smile. He poured you and Lindsay more before stepping back. "You ladies best go get on that dance floor so I don't have to cut you off myself." All four of you laughed before you and Lindsay took your shots before setting the glasses down for the final time. "We appreciate you!" You blew him a kiss dramatically before taking Gianna's hand in yours. "Let's go girls."

The main area was packed full. Absolutely full, to the brim. Of course, it was primarily people dancing and drinking, but it was more crowded than usual. Entering it despite that, you stood beside all three of your friends as each of you began to dance. The song playing currently was 'RITMO' by the Black Eyed Peas - an unbeat and funky song to dance to.

Alongside your girlfriends, you began to sway your body and more specifically your hips, dancing around the floor with them. This song is almost compelling, it makes you want to dance, it's like you just can't stop yourself. With the many colorful lights flashing and the alcohol coursing through your body, you were having too much fun. "Do you think there are any hot guys here tonight?" Gianna asked you all, dancing slightly, but she wasn't too good at it. "Definitely," Lindsay nodded, "There always is." She stated.

You decided you'd keep your eyes out then. Your type? You're into fit men, the type that could totally pick you up and just toss you around. But not just that, sweet and gentle... Funny... Sexy. They have to be sexy, and real big too, muscle wise. That's your type and luckily, each of you girls have a different one. Mary-Kate is into younger men, the type she can use and manipulate, Lindsay is into men just like her - party animals and as for Gianna, she's rather vanilla and will be with just about any guy who shows her an ounce of attention.

Each of you compliment one another very well!

Turning around, you began to playfully, and just for fun, grind up against Mary-Kate. She laughed and held your hips, you two giggling as you danced together. Off in the distance, you spotted a man. A real hunk at that. He was tall and strong, very built. His eyes were on you. Maybe Mary-Kate? You couldn't tell. Or maybe he's into girl-on-girl action so he's staring at the two of you. "You see him too?" Mary-Kate asked you. "Mhm." "He's totally checking you out." She said.

Was he? You wouldn't mind one bit.

Moving up and away from Mary-Kate, you instead began to move your hips slowly and sensually on your own, closing your eyes and tilting your head back as you did. Your girlfriends saw what you were doing and smiled, being proud before they turned around and focused on themselves, hoping you get that man wrapped around your finger - and you will.

Lifting your head back up, you opened your eyes and gazed at the man. The blinking & bright purple lights flashed down upon the floor, making it easier to see you as you ambled closer to the edge of the floor, aka, closer to him. In your black mini skirt and in your cropped long sleeve black top, you bit your lower lip and right then, it took zero time for him to begin walking towards you.

Bingo.

Once the buff man entered the floor, you pretended to not see him, turning around and continuing to move your hips from side to side swiftly. Suddenly, you felt two hands grab up onto your waist from behind you and just by the scale of them, you knew it was him. You let out a quiet and faint giggle before you continued to move, your ass slightly moving up on his front. The man held your hips as you moved and infact, he encouraged your movements.

"You with those girls you were next to earlier?" He questioned you. His voice was deep, very attractive. You nodded, "Mhm. Why?" You asked, having your voice raised a bit so he could hear you. "Just curious." His hands then trailer down to your thighs, caressing them as you grinded your rear end up on him, now tossing your arms up to find his shoulders and face as you moved with excellency on him. "You are so beautiful." He huffed out as he watched you move on him. "I know." You leered to yourself.

You then turned around, facing him. Even up close he's sexy, that's a good sign. You had to even look up to see his face. "What's your name?" You said to him. "Chris, and yours?" You told him your name. "Cute." He took your sides in his hands again, pulling you up against him. You reached your hands up and pulled his face in, kissing him deeply and passionately. His hands traversed down to your ass, squeezing it and doing it roughly.

Oddly enough, you really fucking liked it.

Chris quickly turned you around again, which earned a laugh out of you, a breathless one. His hands went from your thighs to your waist as you danced on him. As for yours, you kept one tossed up near his face and the other on one of his hands, touching him. "The moment I saw you," he brought his face up to your ear, kissing behind it which in all honesty made you feel so weak, "I knew I wanted this." He then bit your earlobe slightly, which earned a yelp from you, but an adorable one at that.

Through his pants and pressed up against your butt, you felt his erection. There it is. Didn't take long. You pushed yourself up against him as much as you could, especially now that an even better song was on (That being Give me Everything by Pitbull), you knew you'd move even better. You grinded your butt against him and then, you felt his hand grasp your throat, tilting your head up as he leaned down and kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth quickly.

As you two made out, you moaned into the kisses and massaged your tongue with his. His mouth tastes like alcohol and cigarettes, but not as much as you'd expect. Neither of you are drunk - just somewhat buzzed.

Chris pulled away from the Chris and held onto you again, this time taking one hand and sliding it underneath your skirt. You gasped then giggled, biting your lower lip then looking around. Your friends ran off to somewhere and mostly everyone is turned around and doing there own thing. "What if someone sees us?" Your breath was exasperated as you asked. "Let them watch us then." He said in a cocky tone. Easy for him to say.

He began to rub your inner thighs moderately, really taking his time. His hand was warm and slightly calloused. Maybe he does construction for a living or hey, maybe he plays the guitar. You don't know. Then, he shifted it over to right between your legs, finding your pretty much dampened underwear and truth be told, no man at the club has ever turned you on like this before. "Oh." He hummed into your ear, kissing it before he started to rub that sweet, sweet spot above your folds - your clit.

You let out a breathless noise as he was doing this to you. Your grinding movements slowed down and you stopped completely, now being paranoid about someone spotting the two of you. His fingers were already fast and frisky on you. "Does it feel good?" He questioned you, his other hand holding your hip. "Uh-huh." You nodded, tilting your head back as he moved his fingers even more briskly now. This man seriously knows what he's doing.

Chris then attempted to slip a finger into your underwear but you moved away from him with a giggle. "Are you trying to get us kicked out?" You laughed, fixing your panties and your skirt. "Then let's get out of here." He ran his fingers through his hair. "To?" "Follow me." He held his hand out, his clean one. You scoffed. "But my girls?" "They'll be fine, c'mon." He nudged his hand out. You just shrugged. "Fuck it." Then took his hand and he began to lead you away from the group of people dancing and partying.

After a minute or so of walking, Chris paused the two of you and glanced out over a corner. "What?" You whispered to him. "Shh," he said in a playful tone. "Okay, come." You listened, following him down a flickery lighted hallway as he led you two to an employees only area. "We can't be back here, can we?" "Not usually, no, but all of the workers are too busy. There are more people here than usual so, come on." "Of course you'd know that!" You snorted and traversed behind him.

The man in which you are about to hook up with then opened up an all black door, entering it, then helping you in too. He turned the light on. Not much to work with, a few tables and the light hardly worked. "No one is going to come back here?" You asked him as he pinned you up against the wall and smirked at you. "No one at all," he leaned in, "Just us." Right then, he placed his lips on yours again, his hands going down to your skirt as he pulled it off and down past your knees, helping you get out of it.

Once your skirt was off, he then kneeled down before you. Giggling, you watched as he did this. He tilted his head up so he could see your face before he chuckled. He then leaned forward towards the area between your legs, mouthing it, causing you to moan sharply as he did. He pushed his tongue upwards through the thin fabric of your panties. This man, goodness, he's not like any other club man you've up and hooked up with.

Chris is much more fun.

He made eye contact with you as he did this, getting your wetter than ever. Not only was the physical aspect turning you on, but so were his looks and his words. His hands ambled upwards on your body, caressing your thighs as he probed your clit through the cloth, earning another gasp out of you. His tongue is literal magic - it feels great, even through your underwear.

Just then, he had to rip himself from your soaked pussy so he could tear your panties off - and he did just that. Pulling them down, you stepped out of them, moving your boots up then back down, removing them completely from your body along with your skirt. "You are fucking wet." He laughed out before licking his lips. "Just shut up and eat me out." You tittered breathlessley, grabbing his brown hair and pushing his head down and forwards, aiming him towards your centre.

Chris slowly swiped his tongue through your dampend folds, his textured tongue licking up every last bit of your juices. Your mouth was open but soundless, too stunned by his movement to even utter a noise. As he reached your clit, he then began to suckle on it, and that got a sound out of you. The little, squeaky noise you let out hardened Chris further, though you were in no position to tell; You were too busy being a princess while he went down on you.

In his hair were your fingers, all tangled up in it. You pulled and tugged, not really having anything else to do as Chris ravished you. Focusing on your clit, his tongue worked it's wonders on you. He'd flick it, suckle on it and put pressure on it - all in which made your stomach heat up every single time. It's clear he's experienced which in a way is hot but also disappointing - however you bet you're the best he's ever had.

Chris was just absolutely glorified. His eyes were closed as he feasted upon you, enjoying his sweet meal - you. "Holy shit." You panted out, your mouth wide open and your eyes going from either shocked or squeezed shut as you focused so intently on the feeling, which brought you closer to your unavoidable orgasm.

You began to rock your hips against his face. It wasn't even necessarily on purpose, it just sort of happened. Chris grasped your hips and helped you move, which you found to be very sexy coming from him. "Oh fuck." You moaned, your pussy riding back and fourth on his mouth as he devoured you.

More and more, and closer and closer, you eventually reached that beautiful peak - your climax. As you came on his face, Chris held you in place and made hasteful movements specifically against your clit, which caused you to shake more excessively during your initial orgasm. "Jesus Christ..." You groaned, your eyes tightly shut as you just allowed yourself to fully feel the pleasure he gave you.

You swear, that was the best head you've received in a very long time.

Chris now stood back up and wiped his lips off before smirking at you, then stepping closer to you again and cupping your face. "Got another one in you? I haven't finished yet, so..." He chuckled. You nodded and placed your hands on his chest. "I think I can handle another one." You nodded cockily and with that, Chris swooped your up into his arms and sat you down on the white table in the center of the dimly lit yet open-spaced room.

Undoing his pants, he dropped them, then quickly spread your legs and pumped himself a few times. "You aren't getting this unless you," you then bit your lower lip, "have protection." You said in a seductive tone. Chris hummed and nodded, "Good thing I'm always prepared, he pulled one out from the wallet he took from his pocket. You giggled. "Mhm." He then covered it over his cock and aligned it with your pussy before sighing deeply. "I need this."

Just then, Chris entered you deliberately. He took his time with it and due to that, him pushing into you felt never ending. It was inch after inch after inch... Good Lord. You had your head tossed back but you slowly spun it around to be back up again, being close to his face once you did that. He stilled himself within you before kissing you gently, his lips lingering upon yours as he began to now move in and out of you.

As he began to thrust into you, the table lightly being shook, you threw your hands up onto his shoulders for stability. Chris's hands remained on the cold white table, gripping it as he moved into you, needing the support.

Chris was big, both length and width wise. Automatically, that gave him points. It feels so good too. With each stroke, you couldn't help but whimper and make different faces, it naturally contorting. Chris got a kick out of it, truth be told. Once again, he leaned in and kissed you, this time licking your lower lip, yearning for entry into your warm mouth. You gaped it and he moved his tongue forward, warping it with yours as you two made out as he fucked up into you.

His movements picked up in hardness, remaining as short, rough strokes. You then encased your arms around his neck, keeping him as close to you as you could. "You are so tight. It's unbelievable." Chris whispered against your lips before moving his head to be near your ear now, his lips gently brushing against it every time he pushed himself into your clenched entrance. "So pretty too... Thought of doing this to you the second I seen you." That was hot. To you, at least.

Tilting your head back due to the sexual pleasure, you moaned loudly, digging your nails into his upper back as he fucked you. Chris took one hand off of the table and brought it to your neck, squeezing it with the perfect amount of strength. It kept you in place as his thrusts became rough enough to cause the table to literally shift in place each time he pumped his dick into you. "God, it can't get better than this." Chris panted, his noises sounding whiney like but to you, that was attractive.

With each one of your pants and every single one of his whimpers, the noises combined got louder as his movements only became more ecstatic. He held onto your neck and the table as his final movements overcame him. "Gonna cum." He made it known, his body shaking as it only took him less than another minute to finally cum, his grip on your neck tightening and his lips pressing a final kiss to your ear as he came inside of the rubber.

You kept your legs slightly up in the air as he finished. You could tell this was good for him, maybe even more so than it was for you. With both of you being able to finish and have a good time, you swear you could do this again someday.

You and Chris were both fully dressed and standing before one another. In all actuality, it's always a bit awkward after hooking up with a stranger in the club. With Chris though, it wasn't so bad, only a little bit. Chris then put his hand in his pocket, then grabbed out his small phone. "Put your number in it?" He questioned, holding it out to you as an offer. You snickered and nodded, taking it from him. "Sure thing. You know you'll miss this ass." "I already do."

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jillsandwhichs · 27 days ago

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How do you write so much?! It’s amazing!

I don't have a life 😭 That's how. But thank you!

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Cleon OneShots/AUs, Chapter 27, New beginnings

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Pairing: Leon Kennedy and Claire Redfield

Summary: Leon and Claire bring home their newborn son, Sam, to meet their young daughter, Marianna

Status of their relationship in this one shot: Married

WC: 900+

Type: SFW

It has been a great morning. Truly, a perfect one. Leon couldn't be happier, and same goes for Claire. As for little Sam? Well, he's fast asleep, but will more than likely awaken once they get in the house. Leon currently has a hold on his car seat, it's resting on his inner arm. He would never make Claire carry the car seat, that's diabolical.

Claire is carefully walking beside Leon. She still feels a little weak - childbirth will do that to you. As they stepped up onto the porch, Leon pulled out his key and unlocked the door before entering their home, allowing Claire to head in first. As they did, the aroma of mahogany wood filled their nostrils. The babysitter must've lit some candles throughout the early day.

While Claire & Leon were at the hospital, they had their good friend, Leah, watch over Marianna. Marianna is six years old. She was their first child, their first little baby. Claire and Leon love her with all of their heart. However, they're nervous to see how she'll react to little Sam.

Leon believes she'll be good. She'll be kind and welcoming. Marianna is aware of the baby and the fact Claire is pregnant though they aren't sure she fully understood the concept that she'll be having a new sibling, a baby brother. Either way, they'll ease into this calmly and make sure to always include Marianna. That's often an issue with parents who have a second kid; They tend to forget their first.

They won't do that though. Both of their kiddos come first and both Leon and Claire stand by that.

Setting Sam down onto the floor, Leon looked around the living room and kitchen area to see where Marianna and Leah are. Not down here. Claire sat down on the couch and sighed softly. Leon leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. "You okay baby?" "Yes, I'm okay. Just so tired." "I'm sure you are. Just lie down, I'm gonna go get Marianna so she can meet Sam." Claire nodded as a response.

Quickly, Leon rambled over to the staircase and ambled up, assuming they're in her playroom. As he knocked on the door, he opened it and saw Marianna playing with some toys and Leah sitting in the chair, watching and laughing along with her. The second Marianna noticed Leon, she stood up and smiled. "Daddy!" She ran and jumped up into his arms.

"Hey honey." Leon kissed her cheek and held her close. "Seems like you've been having a good morning." Leon snickered. "I am! So fun, Leah played with me since I woke up!" She giggled and glanced over at her babysitter. Leon mouthed the words, "Thanks." Before setting Marianna down. "Alright sweetheart, there's someone I want you to meet." "Who?" "Come on, you'll see." Leon said as he held his hand out.

Marianna took his hand and from there, they began to head out of the room and head down the stairs. As they traveled down, Leon noticed that Claire was holding Sam close into her arms, watching as he cooed at her. Marianna hadn't noticed but Leon hopes she'll have a good reaction. He knows some kids don't.

Leon lifted their daughter up into his arms and conveyed over to his wife and son. Marianna now realized who she was going to meet and a faint smile overcame her face. "Is that my brother?" She asked. She is a smart girl. Ahead of time, Leon & Claire referred to Sam as "baby brother" to Marianna, knowing it would make it a lot easier on her.

Looking up, Claire nodded. "He sure is. This is Sam, sweetie. Your little brother." Claire said to Marianna. Gently, Leon set Marianna down and watched as he ran over to Claire and Sam, sitting on the couch and gazing at her now brother. Leon is on edge, honestly. He thinks Marianna will do well but there's always the side of "what ifs".

"Wow momma," Marianna smiled and rested her head on Claire's shoulder, "He is so cute." Marianna tittered and pet his head. The wave of relief that washed over Leon was copious. He smirked and walked over, sitting beside Marianna, now having her between them. "You think so?" Claire spoke up with a soft laugh. "He is almost as cute as you."

That's key - making Marianna recall her worth. She's a special girl. Claire and Leon will make sure to make her feel like she's still their number one. "He is!" She laughed and kissed his head gently. "So he came out of your stomach?" "He sure did, Marianna." Claire hummed out, kissing the top of her head whilst caressing Sam's small head. "Weird." She murmured, making both of them chuckle in reply.

"How you feeling?" Leon questioned Marianna, rubbing her tiny shoulders, hoping she's feeling included & loved. "I feel happy dad. Now we have Sam, he's so adorable!" The way Marianna talks is so precious. She truly is the epitome of little girl. More relief came over Leon and he shook his head. "Good. That's what I like to hear." He patted her back before standing up.

"How does the idea of breakfast sound?" Leon asked his family, and Leah, who was standing on the stairs, admiring the moment. "Yes please." Claire snorted out as she stood up, rocking Sam in her arms. "Alright, I'll cook us all something, and that includes you Leah." He winked at her before walking off to the kitchen.

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Valenfield OneShots/AUs Collection, Chapter 28, Training

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Pairing: Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine

Summary: After asking for a long time, Chris agrees to train Jill in the basement of the R.P.D

Status of their relationship in this one shot: Friends with clear feelings for one another

WC: 900+

Type: SFW

Holding the door open for her, Chris allowed Jill to enter the room first. He is a gentleman after all. As she went in, he did too, closing the door behind him afterwards. They are both in appropriate attire and have their game mind sets all set & ready to go. For this, they must both be ready. Jill wants to be trained in hand to hand, and Chris promised to provide that to her.

Where this is occurring is in the basement of the R.P.D; It is the best place for this to commence. It's the perfect temperature, has good space & comes with some tools they will be able to use to further train. Chris also figured they won't get distracted and they'll both be able to put their 100% focus into the training. They are both going to give it their all.

Jill rolled up the sleeves of her black shirt. She feels more comfortable and strong that way. Chris smirked when seeing her do that. "Getting heated, Valentine?" He playfully questioned her. "In your dreams, Redfield." She chuckled and crossed her arms, eyeing him down with a look of tease. Chris finds their banter fun & interactive. He doesn't have a relationship like this with anyone else at work.

"What would you like to start with first? Basic moves? More complicated ones? I have a whole arsenal of tricks up my sleeve." Chris made a clicking noise with his mouth after saying that. Jill giggled and nodded, thinking for a quick moment. "Basic movies, of course. Get me in the moment, just to start." "You got it." He smiled warmly at her.

How can he not? She's Jill - only the best girl he knows.

Chris got into position and awaited Jill to do the same. Once she did, she immediately threw a punch at Chris, which he easily dodged. He can already tell what Jill's issue is - she's too confident & head strong. You need to have finesse with combat such as this. She went to throw a double and he caught her fist and looked her dead in the eyes.

The eye contact they shared was brutal, but not in a negative way. Chris doesn't know how to particularly explain it but with Jill, eye contact can sometimes come easy, other times not. He just so easily gets lost in her eyes, it distracts him. Jill used that to her advantage her. She ended up blowing a good decent punch on him, earning a chortle out of Chris after the fact.

He ran his fingers through his hair. "Not too bad Jill. Use that trick on other men too." Jill laughed and nodded, "I do it frequently." "You are a pro." Chris then winked before crossing his arms. "You need to stop rushing into the punches, alright? That'll get you killed. Work with precision and knowledge - not doing that will be your downfall." Jill took mental notes of his tips and nodded.

"Since we're on the force, we'll have close combat weapons on us often, right?" "Sure." She nodded, her hands on her tight hips. Chris pulled out a faux knife and tossed it to her. "Let's see how well you do with a knife, then we'll see if you can disarm me, sound good?" "Of course." Jill nodded and got back into her original position, Chris then did the same directly after.

Jill spun as a tactic to catch Chris off guard but for him, it was rather predictable. Mid movement, Chris smirked and backed away, causing Jill to miss. As her wrist stuck out, he took advantage of that, grasping it and spinning her around towards him - a serious & fast thinking move. He grabbed her other wrist lightly but with a good grip too, the one in which had her hand with the knife in it. He "plunged" it into her abdominal area, recreating how a death would actually work out in this situation.

Close to her ear, Chris whispered with a faint leer. "Then boom, you're dead." Jill scoffed and pulled away after he said that. It got her heated in more ways than one. "Chris, maybe I am a failure. Hand to hand and marksmanship were never my strong suits." He shook his head as her despairing words. She's completely wrong. "Failure is not an option, Jill. You have so much to learn. Positive thoughts only, alright?" "Fine." She nodded.

"When working with close combat weapons such as knives or brass knuckles, anything of that sort, it's important you don't move so predictively and slowly. Be swift and have quick thinking - that is vital." "I know, I know... It's just that once I'm in the moment, I'm all over the place." "I understand, but this is the only way you'll learn, okay?" "I know." Jill sighed out. She tossed the knife away and crossed her arms.

Chris doesn't like her way of thinking. She isn't a lost cause. Jill is bright and charismatic. Chris... Chris thinks so highly of her. He sighed deeply and walked over to her, standing behind her. He gently placed his hand on her shoulder and spoke up in a low tone. "Hey," he said softly, "If you want that to be our session for the day, then okay. Whatever you feel Jill - this is up to you." He wants her to feel as comfortable and prepared as possible. Training like this can be a bitch sometimes.

She shook her head no and turned around to face him. "Let's keep going, you are right, I have to keep myself in check." "Atta girl, c'mon." Chris backed away with a smirk before getting into position. "Hit me with all you got, Valentine." "That's what I am best for, Redfield."

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Heart on my sleeve

A Valenfield story, Chapter 10, Night on the town

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Pairing: Jill Valentine and Chris Redfield

Summary: Chris takes Jill out on a date and they put an official label on their relationship

WC: 3.3k

Type: SFW

Tonight's the night - Jill is going out on a date with Chris. This entire day has felt so surreal. From the moment she woke up until now, all she can think about is the fact she'll be out having dinner & drinks with him, one on one. She is beyond excited and has spent all day preparing for it.

She started out by taking long shower - an everything shower. She made sure to take her time in there, wanting to be as clean as possible. She doesn't know how this affects anything but she even cleaned her apartment, probably due to nerves. She did a face mask, and a lip mask; Who knows, maybe they'll kiss again tonight? Ever since doing that though, she's been getting actually ready for the initial date.

Chris let her know they'll be going somewhere relaxed, which Jill prefers. She doesn't want to go somewhere all fancy and elegant, that'll make her more overwhelmed. The restaurant they'll be attending is know as 'Garden Cove' and it's a restaurant just outside of Arklay County. Jill cannot wait and has been taking her sweet ass time getting ready, wanting to seem as perfect as possible.

Outfit wise, she's got it all planned out. It took her a bit to do so, but she's a quick thinker. A sweater as her top. It is a deep navy blue and hugs her slim waist well. For pants, jeans, washed ones but they still have that deep sea blue color to them. They aren't skinny either because, ew. They are flared (Slightly) at the bottom and to go with, black boots. Jewelry is going to be a must have too.

She's wearing her necklace, one that she's had since she was a teenager. It is gold with a charm shaped like star. Her fingers are decorated in rings but only to a slim amount, not wanting to be too distracting. No earrings or bracelets - she doesn't want to seem too dressed up.

Overall, it is safe to say she is ready to roll! Chris called her about twenty minutes ago and let her know he was on his way and Jill is now focusing on last minute things.

Jill touched up on her hair in the bathroom mirror. She's wearing it down and a bit straightened out, just as always. It smells good too and she hopes Chris silently notices that - she used a sweet cucumber shampoo & conditioner combo earlier in the day and it's lingered amazingly. She's not wearing any makeup, which she prays isn't an issue. Her natural look is her best look, as her mother used to say.

She let out a deep sigh before turning the bathroom light off and exiting the room. All she can do now is await his inevitable yet impending arrival.

Knock, knock, knock.

The sound of Jill's apartment door being knocked on was heard. She stood up and breathed deeply before walking over and opening it widely, showing Chris standing directly in front of it with a smile. In his hand was a small bouquet of arranged & colorful flowers. Jill smiled brightly and blushed, but didn't bother hiding it. "Chris, you got me flowers?" She giggled and gently took them from him.

"Of course. A pretty lady like you deserves them." Chris damned himself for coming off that corny. Jill liked his comment though. The flowers were tulips and were gorgeous. "Here, come in." She stepped out of the way and closed the door behind him. Chris stepped in, his hands in his pockets as he took the interior in. He's been in here before, but not like this.

She placed the flowers in vase and smiled. "Thank you for the tulips, they are pretty." She held her hands and gazed at him. Chris nodded, "You're very welcome." "You look handsome." She complimented him. She isn't lying. He's wearing a black long sleeve shirt that's a bit baggy with his Queen ingrained jacket with the words 'Made in Heaven' on it along with some jeans that Jill never expected to see Chris in. "Likewise, you look very beautiful."

She ambled over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. It just felt right, to hug him. Chris didn't show it all too well, but he loved that she did this. He hugged her back, his buff arms encasing around her small waist as they embraced one another. A hug like this is needed every once in awhile, but Chris wouldn't mind having them daily from Jill.

After a few moments, she pulled away and picked up her mini wallet from the table. "You ready?" Jill asked him softly. "I am, but," he took her wallet from her and set it back down. "I'll be paying, don't worry about that." Jill was speechless. She didn't expect that. The last time she went on a date, the dude had her pay. She sort of just assumed Chris would do the same, despite that being insanely out of character for him.

"Are you sure? I really don't mind-" "I'm very sure. I'm the one who asked you out and I'm the man, it's my duty." Chris smirked and gazed at her. Chris doesn't mind one bit. "Shall we?" He held his arm out. "We shall." She snickered and encased her arm around his as they ambled out of her apartment and to his sleek car that they drove in to get to the restaurant.

The car ride was short and uneventful. They spoke for a bit but music was mainly taking over the moment. Jill wished they had spoken more but she's sure the nerves had simply gotten to them. Though, there was a moment she thought about the whole time he drove them for those twenty-five minutes. It's something Chris had said to her.

"Taking you out is a luxury, so thank you. It isn't everyday a man like me is able to take a woman like you out. I'm a lucky guy." It stuck with her for countless reasons. Jill just hopes Chris doesn't view her as above him and makes himself feel lesser than he is. If Chris could see himself through Jill's eyes, he'd know what a great and impeccable man he really is.

They entered the restaurant, arm in arm. Since this place isn't all that, Chris didn't reserve and he was lucky, not a lot of people are even here. He spoke to the waiter and he lead them to a table near a large window, one that panned out the towns square and encased the sunset beautifully. Jill took a seat across from him and flashed him a joyous smile.

This is truly great.

"Here are your menus," the waiter set them down before pulling out a notepad. "Do you two know what you'd like to drink?" Chris spoke up first, "I'll take a Gin & Tonic." "I'll take some red wine, thank you." The waiter nodded and wrote it down. "I'll have those out to you both shortly." He gave a friendly smile before heading off to another table, then to the back to hand in their drink order.

Chris glanced at Jill and smiled. "Red wine, huh?" "Gun & Toxic, huh? And you have to drive us home, not very lawful of you, is it?" She teased. Chris snorted and shook his head. "They give a small glass and I'll only sip on it - I won't even use the straw." "You best not." Jill giggled. She looked around the restaurant and smiled. It's nice, but not too nice. Sort of empty and had a nostalgic and warm feel to it. Jill is happy they came here instead of some place extravagant.

"I really like your outfit, I don't know if I've said that yet." Chris complimented Jill. He hadn't, and she's glad he did. "Thank you. I was hoping I didn't under or overdress so that means a lot to hear." "You dressed just nice. How about me?" Chris chuckled out. "You look very nice, I love that jacket of yours." She said softly. She remembers how heavy it felt on her the day she wore it. It was warm though, cozy too.

Jill picked up the menu and began to analyze it. There are plenty of good options though one in particular is catching her eye the most. The Goulash with a side salad looks tasty and reminds her of home. Of course, homemade is always better and more deluxe but a bowl of it from a restaurant can't be too bad. Plus, the side salad looks fresh and tasty. "Found something that you like?" Chris asked her. "Yes!" She smiled. "The Goulash with a side salad, doesn't it look good?"

Chris flipped through the menu until he found was she was referring to. "Sure does." He smiled. "I think I'm going to get a filet mignon with green beans and mashed potatoes, it reminds me of a home cooked meal." "Sure." Jill nodded, totally understanding where he is coming from. It's good that they both figured out their orders so quickly. Jill is rather surprised she doesn't feel awkward. Chris just makes her feel comfortable, truthfully.

After a few minutes of them speaking, the waiter came back and set down their drinks in front of them. "So, would we like an appetizer today or no?" He said in a jolly tone. Chris looked at Jill, seeing if she wanted one or not. She doesn't mind either way, so she shrugged. Chris shook his head no, "That's alright, we're ready to really order." "Ok with me." The worker stated before flipping his notepad open. "What can I get the two of you?"

"I'll have the filet mignon meal with the green beans and mashed potatoes." "And how'll you have your steak?" "Medium is fine, thanks." "Of course. And for you, miss?" "Uhm, I'll take the Goulash with the side salad." "Delicious choice. Any specifics with that? Any veggies you want added or removed?" "Nope, I'm okay with it as is." "Perfect." He said in a worker-friendly tone before ripping the notepad paper off and folding it in his hand. "I'll have those out to you two shortly."

Chris leaned forward and sipped his alcoholic drink. It tasted normal, it was good. "How is it?" Jill asked in a soft voice before sipping some her red wine. Hers was lovely. "It's good. Taste as it always does. How's your wine?" "Really good, I'm surprised." "Glad to hear that." Chris smirked and looked at Jill. "Is it odd if I'd like to get to know you more?" "Not at all!" Jill said in a pitched voice. "I'm all ears if you have anything you'd like to ask." Chris was happy to hear such a thing.

"I know this may be a risky question to ask but what about your family? You haven't spoke of them much." It was a risky question, Chris knows that, but he's curious. "It's okay," she sipped her wine before talking again, "It is a sensitive topic but I don't mind discussing it with you. My mom passed away a few years back when I was eighteen. As for my father, he's a criminal. We keep in touch but hardly. No siblings either."

That was rough to her. Her mother is dead and her father is a convict, crazy. Chris sighed softly and nodded. "My condolences about your mother." "Thank you... How about your family? I know a few things but..." "Well, I have Claire, my younger sister. I love her to death." Chris sipped his Gin and Tonic. "Both of my parents are dead. It was a house fire. It was sixteen, Claire was ten. It was horrible but we managed."

Jill was aware his parents were dead, but she didn't know how they had died. That's terrible. Jill made a saddened face before talking Chris's hand and squeezing it. "I'm so sorry Chris." "It's ok. I've learned to manage the grief but I miss them often." "Of course you do. My condolences." Jill wished their conversation didn't darken so much but it was going to happen someday, so why not get it out of the way?

"I'll ask a question now... How was your life before this? Before joining S.T.A.R.S, I mean." Jill was truly inquisitive. She wonders how Chris's life was before all of this. "Ah, well." He chuckled. "As a teenager, I was a rebel. I was just a punk back then who didn't have a care in the world. At one point, I joined the Air Force and served with Barry actually until I was disbanded." "Disbanded? For whatever reason?" Now she's seriously curious.

He thought for a moment, his face becoming a bit flushed. Is he embarrassed? "I was a shit head. I got into fights and didn't respect my comrades or my superiors. Bad move on my part." "Seems so." Jill sighed softly. She didn't expect that. "What about you Jill? I'm sure your life has been much more eventful than mine ever was." "I grew up in Japan. Loved it there. Moved here when I was around fourteen and ever since then, trained to be in the army. I ended up joining the Delta Force for a bit and was one of few women who graduated."

One of few women who completed the course? What a badass she is. Chris snickered and nodded. "No surprise there, you're a tough girl. What made you come to Raccoon City?" "My dad told me about it, believe it or not. He's in Prison but has connections and told me there was an elite team that he believes I was fit for. I'm glad I listened to him, because I usually don't." Jill is so glad. If she hadn't taken his word for it, she wouldn't have met Chris.

Chris nodded. Quite the story that is.

Moments after they went silent, the waiter came over with two plates. "Hello, here is the filet mignon meal for the gentleman and for you," He paused and set her Goulash down in front of her. "Your Goulash meal, ma'am. Can I get you two anything?" "I think we're fine." Chris spoke up in a friendly manner. "Good to hear. I'll check on you two soon. Enjoy!" He ambled back off, taking other orders and whatnot.

Jill adjusted her seating with a smile. It looks and smells perfect. "It smells so good." She said in a giddy way. Chris snorted and smiled, "Good, good. Give it a bite, let me know how it tastes." She picked up her spoon and scooped up some of the noodles and vegetables before carefully putting it into her mouth. Oh, the flavours melted in her mouth immediately and the amount of perfect heat and texture she received was magnificent.

She's been taken by surprise, truly. It isn't as good as back home but this place makes a damn good Goulash. Jill then tried the side salad and nodded. Fresh. It's good, but rather plain. "Both are great, but more-so the Goulash." She said as she set a napkin down on her lap. "Great... Smells delish, so no surprise there." Chris then picked up his steak knife and cut his meat slab open, checking the middle. "Is it as you asked for?" "It is." Luckily.

Chris dripped some A1 sauce onto his food before tasting it and nodding. He's impressed. It's moist and has that seasoned kick to it. Lots of flavouring, that is for sure. "Very good." He then sipped his Gin and Tonic before eating some of his potatoes and being even more amused. Jill smiled and continued to eat as well. Once she was done, she sipped her wine and looked up at Chris.

He's so handsome. Jill really finds him to be so damn attractive. She blushed and looked down, taking a rather small bite of her salad before deciding what to speak up about. "Here's another question for you." She wiped the corner of her lips with her white, paper napkin. "What was your first impression of me?" Oh this'll be a juicy one and she's very much full of wonder.

He laughed before finishing his bite of his chewy yet amazing filet mignon. "Well," Chris smiled and gazed at Jill. "I thought you seemed cool, better than most of the people in our squad. When we got to talk more, I figured out I was right." That made Jill giggle. That means a lot. "Not to mention, I found you to be absolutely gorgeous." Jill bit her lip. "I was hoping to hear that." Chris is aware.

"What about me? What'd you think of me?" "I was a bit intimidated by you, truthfully. People talked not necessarily badly of you but said a lot of not-so nice things so I worried. Upon getting to know you though, I think you're really great and so handsome. She laughed. "Did you find me attractive when you first saw me?" "Of course! Who wouldn't?" Jill snickered. Chris smirked at that. Good to know. He feels like a teenage boy right now, asking these silly questions and feeling rather whole by them.

This is good. Jill is happy. She continued to eat and talk away. Being with Chris like this is nice. She would've never pictured this a few weeks ago - spending one-on-one time with her work partner, but she doesn't mind at all. He is great and funny, handsome and cool, sweet and honest - nothing about him is bad and his flaws are non-existent. Jill just feels so good in this moment, nothing could ever ruin this for her.

After the two of them ate more and spoke about different things, they finished up their food and laughed away. "Goodness, what a good meal." Chris stacked their plates and pulled out a couple 20s before placing them in the checkbook. "You know, I wouldn't mind paying at all. I feel bad you're paying for me." "Jill," Chris chuckled and looked at her. "I do not care at all either. Infact, I'll always pay for you." He winked and stood up, holding his arm out.

Jill rolled her eyes playfully and intertwined her arm with his. "If you say so." They then exited the restaurant and went to his car before he then drove her back to her place.

Upon arrival, Chris led Jill up to her apartment. She swore up and down she didn't mind walking up there alone but Chris insisted. "It isn't safe for a woman to walk back in the dark like this, I insist." "Alright then. Let's go." Were their words.

They stood outside her door and Jill looked up at him. "Thank you Chris, tonight was amazing. It was just what I needed." "You don't know how happy it makes me to hear that." He said softly. Oh, Jill knows. Chris has a heart of gold. She breathed in deeply before hugging him again, this time pressing a kiss to his cheek before pulling away.

This was it. Chris knew it's finally the time.

"Can I ask you a question? And please, take your time when thinking it over." This peaked Jill's interest. She nodded, not actually speaking. "Will you..." He paused and shook his head. "Jill, may I be your boyfriend?" There, that sounded better than what he was originally intended to say. "Oh my God, Yes!" Jill nodded and cupped his face in her hands as she gazed at him with pure joy.

That was really fucking quick. Chris was expecting her to need a few days to think that over but no, right on the money tonight. He laughed aloud and kept his hands on her waist, holding it lovingly. "Really?" "Yes, really. That's all I've been hoping to hear you ask." Of course it was. Chris smiled and leaned down, pressing his lips to hers.

Their kiss was short lived but the meaning clearly behind it was beautiful. Young love, oh what a thing it is.

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Golden

A Cleon story, Chapter 10, Sexual tension

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Pairing: Leon Kennedy and Claire Redfield

Summary: Leon and Claire finally give into that tension between them

WC: 2.2k

Type: NSFW

As Claire smashed her lips against Leon's, he immediately went for her waist and pulled her into his lap. He can't say he didn't expect this but rather than he was hoping for this. Moving in towards her face was a big risk and he took it; And there's not a single regret in mind. Claire adjusted herself on his lap as they made out, her lips moving warmly against his as his hands ran along her hips and upper back.

The tension is finally being released, bit by bit. Just by kissing, Leon feels so much more relieved. Though, he has a feeling much more is about to go down. He cupped her face and smirked into the kiss. "I've wanted this." Claire whispered against his lips, her hands in his brown hair. "I've needed this." He emphasized. He isn't even exaggerating. It's all he's been thinking about, admittedly.

She smiled when he said that and Leon took the chance to slither his tongue into her mouth. Now this, was even better. The wetness, the warmth and the sensitivity of it was all so damn good. His tounge moved against hers slowly and passionately. The feeling made him get all hot & heated. Deep within his stomach, he knew his arousal was only rising up, and up, and up.

"Claire," Leon pulled from the kiss for a minute. "Hm?" She licked her lips and gazed into his needy eyes. "This is turning me on." Leon chuckled out, hands on her hips lightly. Her hand took hold of his chin and tilted it up. "I know." She giggled and kissed him again. That's a green light and Leon is running it fast!

Their kiss only became more intense and as it did, Leon took his chance to lay Claire down. He sat up for a moment, his hands making sure her body was secure in his arms, then he laid her against the squishy Motel bed. Leon has thought about this though he'll never admit that, but, it never took place in a Motel room. It was in his room, with his mood lights alit and his entire being... Well... Not so tensed up.

Claire allowed herself to relax against the bed as Leon watched her. He's enamoured with her. It's finally time he admits that at least. "I won't keep it from you much longer Claire - I feel for you. Though, that's definitely obvious now." He smirked from above. She laughed and nodded. "Maybe just a little." She knows how to match his humor well.

"Leon," Claire cupped his cheeks. "I can't believe I'm about to say this but I want you... I wanna... Feel... You." Claire cannot even with herself right now. Arousal is a crazy thing. Leon nodded and kissed her forehead softly. "Oh, you're going to have me." He then kissed her lips once again, shoving his tongue within her confided lips, exploring and taking what is currently his for the time being.

Claire spread her legs slightly and Leon took that chance to press himself against her. He hadn't even realized how hard he was. Claire giggled and looked down. "Sorry." He went to pull away but she held onto his shoulders. "Don't worry," she leered with a seductive tone including in her voice, "I like how it feels." Does she now? Leon chortled and kissed her again, this time his hand went down to her shorts.

She breathed in a sharp breath as Leon did this. She didn't know what to expect. She just laid there and allowed whatever he wanted because truly, he deserves it. After the shit she has put him through, it's the least she feels she can do. Besides, she likes this and the direction it's going in.

His fingers slipped passed the lining of her lacy felt panties. His fingers, a few, are inside of her undergarments right now. Leon can hardly believe this. "Is this okay?" "More than." Claire said softly, her hands on his shoulders with a grip that was light but yearnful. He nodded and proceeded on. One of his fingers slipped through her folds and all he could do was smirk. She's soaked - and it's all for him.

The feeling of his fingers playing with her wet cunt was quite a sensation. Claire swears she could've fell asleep from it, and not in a bad way. He's just so careful & mindful, so very respectful. Claire likes that. She spread her legs even more and Leon smiled. He pulled his hand out from her shorts and sighed softly. "Claire, I... Fuck, I need you." He pressed his lips against hers again.

She wholeheartedly agrees. She needs him, just as much as he does her. As he pulled away, he pressed his forehead against hers. "You can have me." She murmured. That was the official go sign.

Leon sat up for a moment before stripping himself out of his shirt before helping Claire do the same. He slowly took off her deep red tank top and tossed it onto the Motel floor. She's braless. Fuck, her breasts are sexy. Leon licked his lips and kissed her quickly. "I can't get enough of you." Leon then managed to lay her back once again as his body hovered over hers.

Slowly yet surely, he began to kiss down her body. He started at her lucious lips, then to her smooth neck where he left hickies and faint bites. Claire just took it. It felt so good. Leon knows what he's doing. Then he went on to her thin collarbones, where he suckled and kissed gently. Finally, her tits are where he left off. He most definitely would've went further but for now, that may be a bit much.

Just along the sides of her tits, Leon kissed & licked. The plushness & softness of them was to die for. Leon is a boobs guy, always has been and Claire has a set that he can't take his eyes off of. Suddenly, he suctioned his lips around her breast, slurping on it and flicking is tongue on her nipple. Claire's back arched and she released a faint moan, one that let Leon really know what he's about to get into.

Claire's fingers shot for his head where she dug into his hair and held onto him with a grip she hasn't shown off yet. He then switched to her other breast, doing the exact same thing. Leon truly has a fucking way of pleasing a woman.

Once he was down playing with her boobs, he pulled away with a devilish smirk. This is a look Claire had yet to see. "Here," he pulled away for a moment before taking off his pants and underwear, leaving Claire ultimately stunned. She didn't expect that to happen to quickly. He's hard, like, very hard. Claire smiled and pulled him back on top of her before looking down at her shorts. "You can take mine off." She nodded.

She didn't have to say that twice.

Leon's hands ambled down to the waistband of her shorts, peeling them off of her legs along with her underwear. This is truly not what Claire had in store for tonight. They were meant to run some fingerprints and find some evidence of literally anything and yet, they're about to make love instead. She doesn't mind. She wants this, she wants Leon. It's just all happening so fast.

Pressing a kiss to Claire's lips, Leon breathed in deeply. Kissing her is a breath of fresh air, it's something he's wanted to do for so very long. It feels just as he had pictured so many times before. She lifted her legs so that her feet were flat on the bed and her knees were bent. Now that they are completely nude, this moment feels much more intimate.

"I don't have a condom on me. I didn't expect for this, at all." Leon laughed out. Claire giggled and shrugged. "I hope your pull out game is strong then," she adjusted her heads position, "Because you have me all worked up now." She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, her wrists on his bulk shoulders. Leon scoffed and kissed the tip of her nose. "Don't worry Claire, you're going to have me... All of me.

Leon reached down with his free hand and grabbed a hold of his member. He pumped it a few times. Goodness, he feels on top of the world right now. He can't even recall if he's ever been this hard before; He is sure this is a first. "Let me know if you need me to stop at anytime." Consent matters.

Slowly, Leon pushed himself into Claire. She felt warm and wet immediately - it was astonishing how soaked she was and the fact he caused that made him prideful, admittedly. "You alright?" Leon questioned her, stilling himself as he was halfway in. He doesn't know for sure but women have told him he's big, so he wants to make sure Claire isn't uncomfortable. "I'm fine. You can keep going." She sighed softly and laid back more-so.

He nodded and continued.

"You're tight." He snickered out before pulling back and pushing back into her again, at a moderate pace. She smiled and brought him closer to her face. "So I've been told." She smirked and kissed him gently.

The kissing as he pushed in and out of her at a decent pace was very much needed. It only added to this pleasurable experience. Leon could feel himself only becoming more horny with each kiss they shared and with each thrust he produced. "It feels so good, Leon." Claire whimpered out as she then wrapped her legs around his fibrow waist, which only made it even better.

Leon slipped his tongue back into her mouth as he started to pick up the speed in which he fucked her. He knew Claire could handle it, he could tell. "You're so beautiful." He cupped her cheek, his other hand gripping the sheet beside her head. "You think so?" She whispered in response. "I do." He then kissed her again and this time as he did, his thrusts became more erratic and messy, indicating he was closer than she had thought.

Guys do tend to finish before women.

"Are you close?" "Mhm." Leon grunted, tucking his head into the corner of her neck, breathing heavily as he railed her. "You?" "Sort of." Say no more, Leon thought to himself. One of his hands stopped holding onto the sheet and instead trailed down between her legs, finding that sweet spot that'll get her completely off - her clit.

With his fingers, he started to rub it in a fast, pressured but feel-good manner. Claire can't lie, she wasn't even surprised that Leon did that. He's smart and damn good in bed. She moaned softly in his ear. "Fuck, that was sexy." He whispered, which only made her make more soft & timid noises. She's always thought her sounds during sex were weird, she can't help them though. When pleased, she's vocal.

His hips drove into her as fast as they could now and his fingers worked wonders on her clit. That mixed with his dirty talk and breaths of air were enough to finish Claire off. Her legs tightened around his waist as her walls clenched around his cock - she was done for. She whimpered into his ear and held onto him like there was no tomorrow. As this all happened, Leon just closed his eyes and made sure she felt safe and comfortable.

Once Claire came down from her high it was Leon's turn. With haste, he pulled out of her and came on her flat stomach, his seed releasing on her rapidly. She laughed as she breathed in deeply and watched. That was fucking amazing. Leon hasn't felt that good, not ever. The way she tightened around him as she finished and her little noises being so damn cute - he couldn't help it.

He ran his fingers through his hair and panted. "Claire, I... Wow..." He bellowed and grabbed tissues from the nightstand, wiping her stomach off. "I know." She sighed softly and gazed at him. "I can't believe it either." She reached up and caressed his scruff. She understands his to a T. He's in disbelief, but not in a bad way. It's just, he didn't know he'd ever have the chance to do that with her. He's glad he was able to.

Crashing on the bed beside her, Leon looked over at her. Something was on her mind. "You okay?" "I'm perfect." She looked over at him. She pulled the comforter over her and Leon's body before resting her head on his chest, being able to hear his beating heart. "Just tired now." She giggled out before placing her hand on his lower stomach. "Heh, me too." Leon agreed. "Do you want to sleep? We probably should." "Definitely."

He reached over and turned off the lamp. This entire experience was exhilarating. Once the light was off, Leon laid there, holding Claire close to him as they both eventually fell asleep.

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Worth it

Arthur Morgan x Reader series, Chapter 4, Right place, wrong time?

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Pairing: F!Reader x Arthur Morgan

Summary: Realizing it wasn't the best to run off like you did, you decide to head back home after your night in the hotel. However, plans change when you once again see Arthur

WC: 3.8k

Rating: Mature/Gore/Eventual Smut

Song to listen to whilst you read: The man who sold the world - Nirvana

Exiting the front doors of the hotel, you sighed softly, feeling the summer sun bask upon you.

In the past hour, you spent your time not only contemplating going home, but then getting ready to do so, as you realized running away last night wasn't very logical of you. You were angry, you can admit that. Now, it's best for you to go home, make your apologies and get back to work. Maybe your parents are right - this is the life that's cut out for you.

As you got dressed earlier, you thought about it. Maybe in the future, once you can fully be on your own, then you can make vast decisions like this. It was a raw one and somewhat, you regret it. In another way, you don't though. This mini trip gave you a chance to clear your head of some things and now, you feel slightly better.

And as for what you're wearing, it is quite casual, but pretty. You are wearing a long sleeve puffy shirt with white lace accenting and over top of it, a small yet tight brown and green vest with an odd fabric to it but beggars can't be choosers. As for your skirt, it is long and brown. Your grandmother sowed it for you. It's a nice outfit. You also, of course, have your bag with you and it is swathed over your shoulder.

Beginning to walk forwards and back towards Rhodes, a lot was on your mind. Your parents were the main thing, as to be expected. You wonder if they even realized you left and if they did, do they even care? Maybe. You don't know. It was reckless of you, but very much needed. Sometimes you swear you're being suffocated in that house with the two of them.

Still, you want to work less. All they do is make you work for little to no pay some days. You could very much be doing something else that could actually benefit your well being, not just working all day in a humid shop, serving the folks of Rhodes and counties around.

Maybe you can possibly convince them of four day weeks instead of six? You'll have to see.

Now that it is day time, you have a much better sense of direction. In the far distance, you can see a red barn type of building, which you know is very close to Rhodes itself. The walk isn't too long, maybe fifteen to twenty minutes. Either way, you are nervous to get home. You are on edge. You hope they either didn't notice or won't really mind - which will both hurt your feelings a little bit. It's fine though.

Trailing down a hill, you held your dress up and watched your step. You always try your best to be careful - or at least that used to be the case. At this point, you seek out crazy situations to situate yourself in. It isn't safe, no, but it... It makes you happy, in a way. Living dangerously is fun to you.

Or maybe you're just a mad woman!

As you headed down the hill more and reached a trail area, you suddenly heard the sound of what appeared to be gunshots? You don't know, you've hardly heard them throughout your lifetime. All you know is, they are loud and sharp, which is exactly what you just heard. It startled you a bit, made your heart begin to thump and your adrenaline begin to pump. It is that feeling, the one you so often seek out.

Continuing to hold your dress in each hand, you started to jog over to where you heard it. Of course, you weren't completely idiotic, you kept quiet and at a distance, only to see what was going on. Once you got closer, you ducked behind a tree and near a bush, keeping yourself hidden. At first, you saw nothing and it was a bit odd. That was, until you did.

Upon further inspection, you saw a man on a horse, then two men before him on a wagon, carrying something or another. They are all still alive, but clearly in a shootout. The two men on the wagon were both holding revolvers and attempting to shoot at the man on the horse, but missed quite a few times. They were... Horrible... With their accuracy. Truthfully, it made you want to giggle.

As for the man on the horse, you recognized the horse but you couldn't pin where you've seen it before. Then again, a lot of horses look similar. You just swear you've seen this exact one around town before. Whilst you were in your head about the damn horse, you suddenly jumped at the sight of the man shooting one of the wagon workers with a shotgun, his head literally blowing up.

Caused by your frightened jump, you tripped over your foot and fell down the hill. It wasn't much of a roll, but more of a literal fall. As you hit the ground, you grunted from the pain and quickly adjusted yourself, trying to stay out of sight but it was too late. Both of the men most definitely noticed you however, the second man on the wagon was then murdered too, in utter cold blood.

You just didn't expect it. You have seen a dead body before, but it was hardly as gruesome as that! That was scary but admittedly, not the worst of things you could've seen. You quickly slid behind a tree, hoping the man on the horse would just ride on past and forget about you but of course, with your luck, that's the complete opposite of what happened.

The sound of trotting down near you was heard. "Oh no." You mumbled to yourself, biting your lip to stay quiet but it was pointless.

He stopped and looked down at you, then spoke. "Oh," wait... "It's you." It's Arthur Morgan. You swiftly looked up at him, the sun beaming down on the two of you. The amount of relief you felt from it being him was unmatched. You felt happy, to be truthful. "It's me." You said quietly, then glancing back down, rubbing your two knees that got pretty bruised up and scraped open when you had fallen on the thin grass and rough rocks.

"You saw what happened... Didn't you?" "I did but I won't say anything, I promise." "I ain't worried 'bout that. I know ya won't." Arthur said in a blunt way, almost making it sound as though you were too much of a scaredy-cat to say anything anyways. Rude! "You ok?" He questioned you, gandering down upon you, seeing your now dirty dress and disheveled hair. "I am okay."

Then, Arthur dismounted his horse and walked over to you, kneeling down in front of you. "That fall done looked pretty nasty. How your knees feelin'?" Truth be told, they hurt. You didn't want to say that though. You don't want to seem weak around someone as strong and brave as Arthur comes off as. "Well," you tilted your head. You might as well just be honest. "They hurt... Quite a bit." "Go figure." He grunted as he stood back up. "C'mere." Arthur held his hand out to you.

As much as you are a stubborn girl, you set your hand in his and he pulled you up as if you weighed nothing. "Brush that damn dress of then c'mon." He mumbled before hopping onto his horse again, then straightening it out. "What? What do you mean?" You asked him, confused by what he meant. "Get on my horse, I'll get you cleaned up and taken care of." He said, his voice low but deep at the same time. Huh. Okay. You'll bite.

Getting up onto his horse, you adjusted as you were sat, then you gently set your hands on the horse before Arthur began to ride off from where the two of you were.

"Tell me," he began, "What is it you're out here for exactly?" You had a feeling he was going to ask you that. It's a typical concern. "Ran away from home last night and stayed in the hotel just East of here... Silly, I know." "Unethical is what it is." He muttered out, holding onto his horses reigns as he rode the two of you out to somewhere in which, you have no clue where. "Why'd you do it?" "Got mad at my parents and well, I kind of needed it." That's the honest truth. "Besides, I want to see the world more and I want to do more stuff and I refuse to let them hold me back."

Arthur nodded. You almost feel like he really does understand. Maybe not though. "Bein' a young girl like yourself, you can't be doin' stuff like that, alright? Ain't safe." Lecture. A lecture, of course. What else could you have expected from a grown man? "I didn't tell you that so you could just act like my parent too!" You scoffed and looked off in the distance, admiring the greenery as the trotting picked up in speed. "I get it." Was all he said.

Sighing deeply, you then thought about your parents again. Now they'll have an even higher chance as realizing your absence, considering you're riding off somewhere with Arthur. The Lord is totally working against you right now and he has every right to be, unfortunately. "Where are you taking me?" You were just curious. "To my camp, where my... Gang... Is at." It seemed as though he really disliked referring to them as a gang. Maybe they're more than that. Or less. You nodded.

"How come?" "Get you cared for. Got a lady out there, Tilly, she oughta be able to help in some way." Tilly. Cute name. You nodded again. You just don't entirely understand, why is Arthur doing this for you? He claims he's a bad man, he's an outlaw and yet, look what he's doing, just for you. Not even five minutes ago, he shot two men in cold blood. "May I ask you something?" "What?" His accent was clear and thick. "Why did you... Do that back there?" You didn't quite know what to call it.

Murdering? Killing? You presume he'll be upset just by you bringing it up, who wouldn't be? Maybe in that case, he shouldn't have done it then. "Why I shot 'em? They were startin' somethin' therefore I finished it. 'Sides, they had money - I need money." "Uh-huh." You slowly nodded, wrapping your head around what he was saying. You understand, in a way. In these times, you do what you have to do to get by. You aren't disgusted by him, not by any means. More so fascinated with the fact he did it with zero remorse.

At least that's how it seems.

The pain from your knees became more clear as the ride went on and as your adrenaline wore off. They hurt. They are definitely open wounded too. You then thought about last night again - if you would've just stayed home, this wouldn't have happened. Then again, you are a bit glad it did, in a way. You got to see Arthur again and quite frankly, you enjoy his company. You aren't too sure he feels the same way but you find him to be an interesting man. He is quite the fellow.

Clearly he doesn't hate you, nor dislike you. If the man did, he wouldn't be taking you back to his residency to get you patched up and what not. He's probably just decent enough to do so. As much as Arthur proclaims he is a devious man, you sort of see past that. When you lock eyes with him, you can witness a sense of innocence and vulnerability. Arthur isn't some evil outlaw, he's just a guy trying to get by.

You refuse to judge him.

"How far out is your camp from here?" "Just down this trail a bit aways... We been outside of Rhodes for some time now." That makes sense, no wonder you've ran into him twice before now. You nodded, then chuckled, "Guess it wasn't fate that caused us to run into one another three times now then." Arthur shook his head at your silly words, then let out a quiet but audible breathless laugh. "Not fate, just me being too damn social." Social? You wouldn't say so. He's quite content.

Looking around again, Arthur was taking you deeper into a woodsy area. You shouldn't have gotten on a horse with a man you hardly know anything about however, you have a feeling he won't hurt you. He doesn't seem that type. If your parents knew about this however, they'd be furious. Thats one thing you know for sure. "What's that?" You asked as he rode closer up, tents and people all around. "This is the camp and the people of it." He hummed out to you. Ah, so your instints were correct, per usual.

Arthur slowed down the speed in which his horse moved until it completely came to a stop. He halted up near a fencing, then got off of his horse. Holding his hand out, he motioned for you to get off too. You took his hand in yours and got off, brushing your dress off as you did. He took the reigns of said horse and hitched it up to the fence. "Atta girl." He patted his horse's head. So she's a girl. Good to know. "What's her name?" "Missy." He said hushly before nudging his head. "C'mon."

In the distance as you two walked side by side, heads turned and they spoke amongst themselves. To be honest, you felt... Embarrassed? Judged? They didn't seem to take a normal liking to you.

A man in a red outfit came over to Arthur, then looked at you and back at him. "Arthur, who is this?" The man questioned him. "Dutch," he then set his hand on your shoulder and moved you forward slightly before introducing you to him. "She ain't a threat, far from it actually-" "Hey!" You said to him in a snidy voice, "I could very much be a threat despite not looking it!" You are sick of this man thinking you are some small little creature. Both of the men snickered before nodding. "Just wanted to get 'er cleaned up. She saw somethin' I wish she didn't and uh, this is my way of payin' her to keep quiet."

Oh. That's why he brought you here. He didn't want you running off and telling lawmen. The man, Dutch as Arthur calls him, nodded, hands on his hips and everything. "Get the woman cleaned up and then gone, we don't need locals out and about over here." Locals? Ugh, as if. Arthur then pointed to a tent just to your right. "Go over there, Tilly is the colored woman. You ain't a... You know..." "No, I'm not racist, Arthur." You scoffed at his absurd yet logical question. "And for the record, you didn't have to do this, you know I wouldn't have said anything." "Yeah," Arthur nodded before looking down, "I know."

This man. You just stared at him momentarily. He seems different around Dutch compared to you. More closed up? More on edge? Possibly because this gang, well, they're definitely a bunch of outlaws! Not that you care, truth be told, you find it crazy, in a good way. "Go ahead and get over to Tilly... Ill be here to take you back to Rhodes afterwards." "Okay." You sighed softly before turning off and walking over to the woman, Tilly.

The woman tilted her head at you and talked to you as you got closer. "Saw you came in with Arthur. Who are you, if I may ask?" You let her know your name and the reasoning you tagged along with him. "I suppose I can check you out. Arthur did help me out more recently so, it's the least I can do. Here, take a seat." She suggested for you to sit down on the log near the tan tent, in which you did. As you sat, she glanced around, then kneeled before you. "Sorry, just makin' sure none of the odd men are around. They don't need to see your skirt pulled up." She giggled before opened a small box next to her, which had some cheap looking first aid in it.

"Could you? Lift your skirt up? Just past your knees for me." "Yeah, sure." You nodded, then grabbed the ends of your deep brown skirt, scooching it up and exposing your knees. You also pulled up the white underlayer. "Oh yeah," she seethed out, almost being in pain herself from seeing your knees. "You are very bruised up, you even got some blood here." She laughed, trying to make you feel comfortable. "Yeah, seems so." "How'd this happen?" "Fell off a hill and into a pile of rocks." "Been there." She grabbed a rag. "Just going to use this to wipe the area down."

Tilly seems sweet. She's real kind. Also beautiful. You couldn't help but admire her voice too, it was pretty. After she wiped off the small rocks and dirt from around your wound, she grabbed a cotton ball and dripped some alcohol onto it. "This may sting a bit." She warned you before carefully placing it onto your right knee, then your left, cleaning out the gushy areas. "There," she cleared her throat, putting the white ball into the box, then grabbed an ointment.

"So, I'm guessing Arthur told you all about us and our lifestyle." She snorted, "Doesn't seem like him, if I'm being honest." "What do you mean?" You wondered. "Well..." She rubbed the ointment on your knee and in the wound area. "Arthur isn't the type to just talk about us being outlaws to just anyone and clearly, he did to you or else you'd be dead as well." She admitted. "He's never brought anyone back here. Color me surprised." She chortled.

Never? That was surprising. You assumed he's done this before. He doesn't even know you all that well. This is really just amazing to you. "Huh." You nodded. "Yeah, I mean, we've met a few times and spoken a bit before this but, I'm surprised myself then." You said to her. Tilly just nodded, focusing on your knees.

Eventually, you were all cleaned up, and she wrapped a thin bandage around both knees. "There you go, all done." She stood up and watched as you fixed your skirt, standing up as well and brushing if off. "I may have no manners for asking this but what is a girl like you doing with Arthur Morgan? That dress... You come from money." She laughed, walking alongside you as you two ambled over to Arthur, who was in his tent, sitting on his cot. "I really don't," you laughed out breathlessly, "I mean, maybe slightly but, I don't take pride in it." "I see." Tilly was puzzled by that.

Arthur gandered up and down when seeing you, almost seeing if you were in one piece. "Ah," he got up and uncrossed his arms. "Tilly, thank you." "Anything for you Arthur." She then trailed off back to what she was doing beforehand. "She take care of ya?" "She sure did." You nodded and smiled at Arthur. As you smiled, he did too, but he was quick to stop himself. "Arthur, I'm not some weakling, nor am I some preppy woman who comes from wealth." You began. "Maybe I come off both of those ways but really, I am not like that-" "I see that now." He nodded and glanced around. "I know."

Good. You just don't want him to view you as such. "What I'm gatherin' from you is, you like this kind of life... I don't know why, quite frankly yous a bit crazy for likin' it but I cant judge considerin' I'm livin' it." The man read you like a book. As for him, you play him like a fiddle. Arthur finds you amusing, to say the least. To him, you are not the usual lady he tends to interact with. It's usually pure outlaw women who are looking for a fight always or prostitutes who never learned it was the wrong way to go. Or, he'll meet the occasional mad woman but you, you aren't any of those to him.

You are unique in his eyes.

"I don't particularly like it... It's scary, I can see that." You said as you fidgeted with your hair. "It just isn't enjoyable to slave my days away with my parents, that's all." "So it seems." Arthur nodded, "I would go crazy livin' like that so you ain't alone." He assured your mind. You gave him a soft smile, your lips curling up as you gazed at him. Arthur is sweet. "Yeah," you shook your head before giggling to yourself, "It isn't the life I sought out for myself, I suppose." It isn't. It won't be your forever. "Well darlin', I best get you back to Rhodes." He said quietly, standing up and begining to head over to his horse. You caught up to him.

"Tilly told me you've never brought someone back to camp. Is that true?" Arthur almost seemed nervous when you said that. Anxious maybe. "Uhm," he scratched the back of his head as you two continued to walk off to his horse, Missy. "Yeah, it's true. Never have." "Why not? Why me?" You were entertained by this silly fact. "Just never had any good reason to, till now. Had to keep your mouth shut somehow." "Oh haha," you placed your hands on your hips sarcastically. "You know darn well Mr. Morgan that I wouldn't have reported you at all. In fact, you made yourself more vulnerable - I now know of your camp and your gang."

Once you said that, Arthur stopped waking and looked at you, his eyes almost full with a "Really?" Look before he snickered and shook his head. "You ain't wrong," he then traversed forward. "Guess I never really thought you'd report me from the beginning." "Ha!" You clapped your hands together before stopping at his horse and gazing at him. "I knew it." You said, proud of yourself. He rolled his eyes and hopped up onto his horse. "Get on the damn horse and shut up." He said in a teasing manner.

He helped you up and once you were on, you set your hands on his waist for security purposes. "Arthur," you said to him. "Hmm?" "Thank you for trusting me." "I think you mean thank you for getting ya taken care of." You snorted at his words and nodded. "Yes. Thank you, Arthur." "You're welcome."

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Aeon Oneshots/AU's Collection, Chapter 12, Yearning

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Pairing: Leon Kennedy and Ada Wong

Summary: Leon confesses his feelings to Ada in the rain. She reciprocates those feelings

Status of their relationship in this one shot: Complicated/In love

WC: 1.3k

Type: SFW

A clash of thunder was heard, but it didn't startle neither of them as both Leon and Ada stood in the open area of the alleyway they stood in - one they agreed to meet in before the end of Leon's mission. They hadn't seen one another in a couple of months, so they simply can't resist one another. As Leon once said before about Ada, she is a part of him he can't let go of. And now, it's about time he's made that clear to her.

The rain was hard and heavy. A bit of an annoyance, truth be told but they can't control the weather, now can they? Leon found it suitable for the moment though. A dramatic storm passing through as he prepares himself to admit to Ada how he feels and to see how she feels about what he plans to say as well. It's a whole thing.

Ada uncrossed her arms, resting them as her sides before she scoffed and tapped her heel down before she turned to the side, then back at Leon. Clearly, she was not in the mood for a talk like this right now but, it must be done - now.

"Leon, what is it? You've been standing there silent for an entire minute. Talk to me." Ada said to him. She was only a few feet away from him, gazing at him practically the entire time they've been standing here together. "I don't know what to say! Or what to even do," he tossed his hands up before sighing in irritation. "I am tired of this cat and mouse game constantly going on between us, I mean, aren't you?" Really, he needs to know.

Letting out a deep sigh herself, Ada shook her head. It wasn't her replying with "no", it was more of a sign of discomfort. "Leon I... I don't know what to say to you either. Obviously neither of us enjoy the way our meetups play out but really, what can we do about it?" Ada was upset that this was now the topic they're discussing. She always avoids it but this time around, that doesn't seem very possible.

"There's nothing we can do about that but you have got to admit, it can't always be a coincidence that we run into one another." "What do you mean?" "Maybe it's meant to be? Or maybe I'm just... Just a fool." Leon breathlessly laughed to himself before shaking his head in disbelief at what words were leaving his own mouth. In a way, Ada understood where he was coming from. It is a bit strange - the fact they always end up in the same place together, always around or at the same time.

Rubbing bridge of her nose for a moment, Ada exhaled and ran her fingers through her hair. "I don't know. Our situation is very... Particular." Ada admitted before loosening up a bit. "What are you trying to get at here anyways Leon? You aren't accomplishing much aside from boring me." That wasn't true, even Leon knew that. Ada just likes to... Stir the pot of a bit.

Scoffing to himself, Leon looked back over at Ada, making momentary eye contact without her before soon also being the one to break it.

"I want you to know I love you. It's unfortunate that I do, but I do." The rain then picked up, and a strike of lightening went off in the distance before a gust of wind blew past the two lovers, even if they didn't want to admit that title, stood across from each other. Ada was amazed. Leon really just said that. She was at a loss for words. "Ever since I met you back in Raccoon City, I have dreamt of you and the idea of you... Who you could be, who I want you to be and honestly, who you want to be."

Every word, every sentence, they all hit Ada in some way or another. It was sweet in Leon's own way.

Ada went to say something, but Leon talked again. "Eight years later Ada, and I still love you, despite all of the wrong you've done to me." Being loved and even moving her mistakes was something Ada found hard to believe. She's still speechless. "I don't know what else to say, shit." Leon snickered at his stupidity before turning around and speaking as he did. "Just forget it Ada. Do whatever you've got to do."

Before Leon could really make it far, Ada yelled out for him as the rain seemed to have died down a bit, now being just a hefty amount of precipitation. "You think I don't feel the same way?" Hearing that made Leon halt in his tracks and slowly but surely spin around. "Leon, I love you, a lot but I quite literally can't do anything about it." Her use of such words was cute to Leon, but he was still a bit sad by the situation at hand.

"Why not, huh? Why can't you?" Leon knows why. It's one word. Work. Ada's line of work is one thing that woman is never giving up. "My career comes first, you know that." She sighed deeply. "I can't just... Stop... I'm too far in." Her tone was more gentle now, more caring, sincere even. Leon was okay with what she was saying, just so long she said it kindly in this manner. That's how he knows deep down, she's a good woman.

Ambling towards her moderately, Leon grunted to himself, questioning why he's doing this in the first place. He shouldn't have said anything. He feels like a fool. "I won't get in the way of your-" "You do Leon, everytime. Even right now you are." Okay, fair. Leon can admit that. And maybe he's insane for this but, he'd rather have Ada around more consistently and lose the good inset morals he has for work than be unhappy without her furthermore.

"I'm not asking for much; Just that this dumb game comes to an end." Was all Leon said. Truth be told, he was hurt. Work before what could be heaven on Earth for her, okay. It's fine - it's just how Ada Wong is. "I can make that work." Ada then closed in the distance between the two of them. "I wouldn't mind seeing you more often without my job being involved... Or yours either, for that matter."

A faint roll of thunder abrupted above them and Ada looked up, but then, as she glanced back down, Leon pressed his lips to hers, then cupped her cheeks. It came as a surprise, but a happy one. After that... Slightly... Made-out love confession, Ada didn't really mind this. She placed her hands onto his chest and melted into the kiss, really letting herself feel it this time around.

It has been so long.

Pulling away, Ada licked her lips and nodded. "I'm sorry that I cannot be a better woman. That I cannot leave my life behind." They were quiet for a moment, especially her. She's being vulnerable, which is rare for her. "Don't be sorry, it means nothing." Leon admitted before breathing in deeply. "Just give me a break for once because... Seeing the love of my life... Work against me so much kills me." Love of his life? Big words.

She didn't know how to feel about that title, but deep down, it somewhat made her happy. Ada doesn't know what she'd consider Leon but then again, how can she? She never has time to think on it and really wonder.

"I care about you Leon, just know that." He does. She's a caring woman towards him. She's saved his life on multiple accounts. "I know you do." He assured her, bringing his hand to her flushed cheeks, caressing it gently before stopping, pulling away and clenching his fist before releasing it slowly. "I have a plane to catch." "Me too." Ada replied with a stark tone.

A somewhat love confession, confessed in the rain... It made it more dramatic than it really needed to be.

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Worth it

Arthur Morgan x Reader series, Chapter 3, Hopes and dreams

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Pairing: Arthur Morgan x F!Reader

Summary: After a disastrous dispute between you, your mother and your father, you run off late at night and find yourself staying in a hotel outside of Rhodes

WC: 1.8k

Rating: Mature/Eventual smut/Gore

Song to listen to whilst you read: Have you ever seen the rain? - Credence Clearwater Revival

"But mother, I am exhausted from working there all of the time! I'm hardly gifted a day off!" You said to her, desperation clear in your tone. "Welcome to the real world sugar, breaks are scarce!" Your mother clapped back at you. Ugh! You are tired of this argument, it's been going on for what seems like forever. It's just been a never ending discussion about you wanting to not only work less at the store but also because you want to live more freely.

To the side of the kitchen, your father stands, watching you two bicker about all of this. In all honesty, he doesn't know what to think. He believes both of you are acting out of line. "Mother, I have done nothing but slave away-" She then cut you off, "You are far from a slave dear and if you keep considering yourself that, I ought to ship you off to Strawberry to show you what slaving away really is!" She's referring to your grandparents, whom run a farm and made her work on it until she got married to your father.

Rolling your eyes, you threw your hands in the air then glanced over at your father. Blank face, that's all he had. How could he have zero reaction to all that's occuring as of now? You ran up to your father and placed your hands on his chest, "Daddy, this isn't right! Let me, please, be more free and less of a worker and more of a person! I beg of you." He is your only hope, your mother is relentless. Your mother scoffed and stomped over to the two of you, pulling you away from your father with a grip of your wrist.

Yanking it away, you held your wrist in your hand, rubbing it and shaking your head. "The only reason you have a roof over your head is because you and your father and I work! You are beyond ungrateful!" She screamed at you, her face a bit red and her eyes dark. She's hardly ever this livid, you really did it this time. You looked at your father, eyes soft and lips quivering. That weakens him, truly. He sighed deeply. "Now don't you dare give into this mockery!" She said urgently to your father, and that's when he finally spoke, "Now woman, step down! You are fighting a battle a man should be handling!"

Your mother went quiet and stepped back a few feet as your father straightened his posture and gandered down at you. When looking at your mother, his demeanor is more... Strict? Debatable? But with you, it's calmer but stern. "Baby," he took your hands in his and you sniffled as a tear trailed down your face. You aren't really that sad, you like to play up a show. "Oh enough with the theatrics!" Your mother muled at you and all your father had to do was give her a look before she got quiet again.

"You want to work less and have more time for yourself, is that it?" "Yes. I do. I truly do daddy, I work more than you two do and I'm not the one who wanted to run it in the first place!" You protested and he nodded, seemingly understanding. "Well," he breathed in deeply and exhaled sharply, "There's nothing I can do for you then." What? You pulled your hands away and balled them up, keeping them close to your stomach. "What do you mean father? I don't understand, I demand less work time!"

Right as you went to go up to your father, your mother stepped in and unfortunately slapped you across the face, causing you to grab your cheek and gasp. Your father turned to her quickly and his face was clearly not pleased. "Now goddamnit woman, you keep your hands off of her." He grabbed your mother's wrist and pulled her off. "To your room, now!" He said to you as he crossed away, pulling your mother out of the kitchen and off to, where you'd assume, their bedroom.

For only a moment, you stood there, processing all that just happened. You caressed your cheek and wiped the final tear from your face. She's a complete bitch, that's all you can think right now. You love your mother and father very much but right now? They've caught your bad side! You then grabbed your journal off of the table and angrily walked off to your room, closing the door quietly as you entered, now wanting to just seem invisible to them.

Before you left the kitchen, you had glanced at the clock. It's almost 8:00 pm which for you, is good, because the plan you're concocting is one that must be executed only at the time of night.

You are going to run away from home.

Night fall has arrived. By now, it must be midnight, if not later. You looked out of your bedroom window softly, gazing at the gentle moon, miles and miles away from Earth. You sighed deeply and swiftly turned to glance down at your bed. Your satchel is packed, and packed well at that.

Inside of it you have your journal, money, some food and some water in a canister, clothing materials and some extra little things for along the way. Really, you have no clue what you'll be doing or where you'll be off to, you're completely playing this by ear. However, you cannot stand to spend another day in this god forsaken household!

Picking up the bag, you swung it across your body and onto your shoulder, keeping it secure and in place. As for your outfit, you're just wearing an all pink outfit, it is very feminine. For the torso bit of it, it is a long sleeve with white buttons trailing down the center, then a pink and brown thick belt to hold it with the skirt, which is long with pink and white lace accents. It is a dress that is generational and you very much like. You even have your brooch on the collar of it!

Outside of your bedroom door, nothing could be heard. To your proper knowledge, your parents are asleep. They tend to hit the hay early. You locked your door from inside, which you are usually forbidden from doing but this time around, it is a must. You set your hand on the door and looked down, biting your lip in nervousness. You cannot believe you're actually doing this. It must be done though.

Quickly, you turned around and ambled up to your window, popping it open and pushing it out, opening it all of the way. You then grabbed your wooden ran-down nightstand and, as silently as you could, shifted it back more to give you room. You'll be leaving all of this behind soon enough. Truthfully, you hope your parents don't even bother checking on you tomorrow - that wouldn't be too off grid with how they usually are.

Just then, you lifted your dress up with your hands and carefully exited your window, swooping one leg over the other before sliding off of the sill and landing on the grassy grown. That was almost too easy! You closed your window from outside and viewed around the perimeter. No one in sight. Most people are in bed or drunk in the saloons around town and outside of it so, you aren't too worried about being caught.

However, there is definitely a twinge of adrenaline within you. It's that feeling you always search for. And with all of it, it makes you think of Arthur, admittedly. All that he spoke of and told you about, to you it is a dream to have that kind of life; The life where you're constantly on the run. He described it to be dreadful for himself but people may just adapt differently - you know you'd inhabit the lifestyle well.

You began your journey. You don't quite know where you'll go, but now that you're actually outside, you have some ideas. St Denis is an option however, an unrealistic one. It is miles away and on foot it would take too long and besides, you hardly know your way around Rhodes and how to leave it. Another way is to go to your old friend's house which from here, you're sure you could navigate.

Now the best option and the one you're pretty much settled on is, a hotel. It'd be just for the night and it'd give you time to plan out all that you want to do.

Yeah, a hotel it is.

Stuffing your map back into your bag, you looked up and lo and behold, the hotel. This is the same hotel you and your parents first stayed at when you all arrived in Rhodes, hence how you are aware of it. You breathed in deeply and nodded before walking forward until you reached the double doors, then opening them.

An older man was working the reception and he glanced over at you as you entered the building. He looked tired, same as you. "Good evening ma'am, are you looking to rent out a suite?" "That I am." You said kindly to the sir, pulling out some money from your satchel. "Singular bed, I presume?" "Mhm." You hummed out to him. "That'll be $5.00 then." "Okay." You handed him a bill and he analyzed it before setting it away in the register, then grabbing out a key and handing it to you.

"Your room is up stairs to your right, it'll be the first door." "Thanks." You said in a friendly way before going over to the staircase and traversing up it, reaching your room and then unlocking it.

You closed the door behind you and it felt as though huge weight was lifted off of your chest and shoulders. Finally, a time of peace, no parents and no work. Just you, all alone, in a nice hotel room. You locked the door, then took your hat off, hanging it up and walking over to the bed. You didn't bring any sleeping clothes because honestly, you didn't think that far ahead. You just brought a pair of clothes for tomorrow. It won't be so bad to sleep in this, you're too sleepy to care much anyways.

Crawling into the bed, you took your flats off and set them down, then got cozy. "I best get some sleep." You yawned to yourself, nestling your head against the pillow then, switching the lantern off quietly.

Funnily enough, all you thought of as you drifted off into a slumber was Arthur and the fact you can't help but idolize his life and what yours could someday be similar to.

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Summer Lovin'

Chapter 14 to Joel Miller x Reader smutshot collection

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Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: Driving home in Joel's truck after a cookout with Tommy and Maria, you two don't even make it halfway home before realizing the second you two walk through your front door, your hands will be all over one another

Status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: Married

WC: 2.7k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Making out, Dirty talk, Oral (You receive), Unprotected P in V, Missionary, Doggy style, Couch sex, Spanking, You both finish, Joel pulls out

"Well that was fun, huh?" You said happily to your husband, grabbing the seat belt strap and pulling it over your frame, clicking the end of it into the lock. Joel nodded, sticking the key into the ignition of the truck and starting it up, the rumbling sound of his old beauty roaring as the engine came to life once again. "It was." He replied to you, putting one hand on the steering wheel, his other naturally going to your thigh as you sat in the passenger seat beside him, no center console to divide the two of you.

On the radio, a song by Johnny Cash began to play. Considering Joel never changes the station, you aren't surprised one bit. It isn't a bother either being it's turned down quite a bit, only being faintly heard as Joel slowly but surely but his foot to the gas pedal, pulling out of Tommy & Maria's driveway.

The evening was nice, real nice. You all spent it at their place, grilling and hanging out. It was very much needed, just a day off with the four of you and some extra friends and family. You spent the whole night attached to Joel's hip, being all lovey dovey and physically affectionate with him. It was lovely, especially due to the fact he's been off at work a lot more than usual, putting in the extra hours to earn more money for the two of you, being that you're willingly unemployed, which is how Joel prefers it.

Reaching the dirt road just off the side of their house, Joel turned around it, the sound of the noisy blinker being heard as he did so. The sunset is finally occurring, looking absolutely stunning. It is a deep orange, almost a red, and it is set just to the side of your window, deliberately making it's way down and allowing the bright moon to uplift itself into the night sky.

Therefore, the night is still young.

Gandering over to glance at your husband, you began to speak, making silly small talk. "Those steaks were delicious, I mean, wow, I forget that Tommy can really cook." You expressed your gratitude towards your brother-in-law. Joel snickered and gave you another nod, "Where you think he learned that from too?" His southern accent showing as he became cocky. You snorted and smiled at him, "Oh I know dear."

Joel taught Tommy a lot of what he knows now. He's a tough brother, a good one. You loving hearing stories about their youth and how they got on by without their parents really being present. They had quite the upbringing.

"Although," Joel began, his voice deep and his tone somewhat annoyed, "I dunno who that fucker was that kept eyeing you down but if there's one thing I do know," he then peeped over at you, "I wanted to knock them goddamn teeth out of his thick skull." Oh jealous Joel; You like. You know exactly who he is talking about. "The guy that was wearing the red flannel? Yeah, Maria said he was a friend of hers... He was a bit of a creep." "A "bit" is not even close."

You love how overprotective Joel is. He's always been vocal about it too. About how you're his and no one else's and that, he'd kill any man who so dares tries to mess with you or your guy's relationship. Makes you feel secure and honestly, you wouldn't have it any other way.

Leering to yourself in secret, you reached your right hand over to the arm in which his hand was on your thigh and rubbed it, comforting him. "Oh baby," you hummed to your husband, "That no good hillbilly looking man has nothing on you." You then leaned down and pressed a kiss to his arm, resting your head on it. In the moment, you hadn't noticed but that really eased him up. He was calm in seconds.

"Yeah well, I mean it. You're mine." Joel stated. You shook your head up and down then unbuckled yourself swiftly, scooching yourself over to be closer to him - it's not as if any police are around to see you unbuckled. Resting your head on his shoulder and taking his hand in yours, you sighed deeply. "All yours Joel." That's what he likes to hear. You enjoy this talk as much as he does, if not more. "Good." He then quickly planted a kiss on your head before going back to focusing on the road ahead.

As Joel drove you two home, he entered another dirt road that had fields on either side of it. Living out in the country, this is really all of the scenery you're going to get. You don't mind it, you find beauty in it rather easily. Another fine thing to look at is Joel. He looks so handsome, especially today. Wearing his blue t shirt that's a bit worn out with his stained work jeans, you love it. You like his casual look. Plus, the ways his arms are shown off in this shirt makes you feel all sorts of ways.

"You look so good, you know that?" You hummed out to your husband, kissing his arm again and trailing your finger tips up and down it. "You are handsome." You said softly. Joel breathed in a sharp breath, trying his best to focus on his driving but clearly, he was having difficulties with that, having you on his mind and all, especially now. "And I love how possessive you get, you getting all jealous and whatnot is my favorite." It really does.

Joel then suddenly hit the brakes and you bit your lower lip, having a feeling in your stomach that you're about to get questioned. "What is it you're up to?" Your husband questioned you. Bingo. You smiled with your teeth and shrugged. "What is it you think I'm up to?" "I think you're lookin' to get fucked, what's what I'm thinkin'." Joel scoffed and looked at you, his eyes locked with yours. Oh, you love when Joel gets like this, all serious yet playful at the same time.

You then brought your hand from his arm onto his thigh, slowly drifting it towards his inner thigh and crotch area. "Well," you made a sarcastic, snidy tone apparent before you continued, "I think you should speed this truck on him so you can make me feel so good." You were real close to his ear, then biting the lobe of it for a moment before giggling and pulling away. Joel then pushed his foot on the gas and grunted, "Yeah, just you wait."

The literal minute the two of you entered your shared house just outside of town, Joel shut the front door and grabbed your sides, pushing you up against the hallway wall before kissing you deeply, his lips meshing with yours in a needy kiss. You cackled into the kiss, encasing your arms around his neck area and pulling him deeper into the kiss, opening your mouth for a split moment and giving Joel that sweet chance to use his tongue on you.

His tongue moved with yours sensually, causing you to moan into the kiss, which only further turned Joel on. Pressing his manhood up against you, you felt how hard he was through his jeans. You could just imagine how tight they felt around him.

"Go get your little ass on that couch, now." You squealed at his words and moved up off of the wall and turned, heading towards the couch. As you did, Joel patted your ass, earning a squeak out of you as you plopped down on the couch. Watching him with lustful eyes, you witnessed one of the best sights of all - Joel taking off his shirt. He tossed it on the floor, showing off his dad-bod, mixed with a fit build. You swear there is nothing sexier in the world.

Joel then climbed over top of you on the couch and kissed you again, his smile able to felt into the kiss. Oh Joel and his smirks, they kill you. They make you feel some type of way. Resting your hands on his shoulders, you caressed them as your guy's madeout intensified. You felt Joel's hand trail down your body and between your legs, reaching for your panties underneath your dress. You are wearing a sundress, which is something Joel absolutely adores on you.

With one hand, Joel peeled your underwear off, dragging them down your shaved legs until they reached your ankles. Then, you kicked them off yourself. With the same hand, Joel traced his finger between your folds and nodded, "So wet for me. Good." He said in a deep, Southern voice. You felt your face heat up when he said such things; Even after all of this time, Joel can manage to make you literally blush.

Stopping his kisses on your lips, he instead began to traverse down your body with his lips. He touched you all over with them - your cheeks, jawline, neck, cleavage, stomach over top your dress and finally, your inner thighs. Once he reached that area, his kisses began slower and more passionate, even turning into bites at some point. If there's one thing about Joel, he loves going down on you.

You are the sweetest thing he ever done tasted.

Just then, Joel tucked his head underneath your dress before licking his lips, then, focusing on your soaked pussy. You let out a moan that hosted nothing but desire within it as a long swipe of Joel's tongue was felt being dragged between your pussy lips. You immediately dug your recently manicured nails into the brown fabricated couch you two are on.

The noises that could be heard coming from him and your cunt were ones that, oddly enough, turned you on. Knowing that Joel enjoys eating you out so much brings you immense arousal.

Closing your eyes, you focused on the feeling. Joel's arms being wrapped around your thighs as they practically crushed his head and his tongue slurping up all of your wentess as he repeatedly lapped and suckled at your womanhood, oh, you could revel in this for eternity. "Just like that Joel." You sighed out deeply, biting your lip as your orgasm built up more and more.

His nails dug into your thighs as he picked up the pace of his tongue, continously sucking on your clit down, and occasionally swirling his tongue on and around it. Your back arched in response to the pleasure, and Joel was quick to pull you down, stopping you from moving too much. "It feels so good, God, I can't even..." That's right, you can't even. You can't even finish a sentence at this point.

With only a few more licks on your clit, you were clearly done for. Joel could feel your legs twitching and just by your moans at that, he could tell you were, and that's why he stopped.

"What!? Wait, no-" You began to whine but Joel shook his head and removed his belt swiftly. "Shh baby, don't worry," he threw it on the ground, then undid his jeans, pulling them down his thighs. "Gonna make you feel real good." He nodded before grabbing his throbbing and aching cock, jerking it a couple of times before matching it to your hole, sinking himself into the tightness of it deeply, causing you both to release noises of pleasure.

This is what you needed. All night, you had your eyes on Joel and your mind full of horny thoughts. Finally, acting out on them is just what you two needed most.

Joel settled himself inside of you. "So fuckin' tight, yous already squeezin' me." Your husband grunted out to you as he began to move into you, all while having you in missionary on your guy's couch. You moaned loudly, whispering his name under your breath as he didn't waste much time, fucking into you, hard. "What's that baby?" His tone was teasing, which sort of annoyed you. "Speak up babygirl, can't hear ya." He held onto your thighs, squeezing them as he fucked you.

Rolling your eyes at him, Joel made an "Oh?" Aloud before reaching one hand up and grasping your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Do I gotta fuck that little attitude outta you? Cuz you know I will." You do. You licked your lips and nodded, loving his dirty talk. "Bad girl." His pace then picked up once again, along with the roughness in which he thrustsd into you.

While still using one hand to grip your face, his other went to your breasts, popping one of them out through the V-neck part of your dress, revealing it. He smirked and squeezed it, rolling his finger over your nipple as well, causing it to harden. Having Joel not only fuck you, hold your face, engage in dirty talk and play with your tits, you couldn't imagine you'd be able to last much longer, and nor could he.

"Mmm, kiss me." You moaned out. Joel smiled, "Gladly, my girl." He then leaned in and kissed you, his hands moving to hold onto the arm of the couch as he railed you roughly.

After a few more thrusts and a final deep kiss, Joel inched away from you and chuckled, something clearly conjuring up in his head. "What?" You grunted out, your mouth opened up, faint noises exiting from your throat. He smirked, "Nothin', just this." He then pulled out of you for a second, upsetting you but quickly changing that as he helped you onto your knees, putting you in doggy style on the couch.

You giggled, then squealed as Joel swatted you on the ass before sliding himself back into you, picking up where he left off. "Oh yeah." He grunted, biting his lower lip as he thrusted himself into you, fast. With one hand on your hip and his other bringing slaps down to your rear, you knew you'd be finishing at any given moment. As for him, it's the same way. You can tell Joel is inching closer and closer to his climax.

"Harder baby... Harder..." You managed to splur out, which made Joel attentive. Listening, his hips moved faster and his hand continuously switching squeezing and spanking you, which you simply couldn't get enough of - neither of you could. "Oh fuck." You sighed out, keeping your head down on the arm of the couch in your own arms. It feels amazing. Way too good. Your stomach is warm, and it's only getting hotter.

"You're so fuckin' tight... You gonna cum for me babygirl?" Joel cooed out to you, slapping your ass again, the sound roaming around the room. You moaned out a yes, and that was enough for Joel to spank you once more, which pushed you over the edge.

As you came around him, Joel groaned aloud and let go of your hips, dropping his hands to the side as he himself pulled out of you and nutted all over your lower back side, his white semen seeping off of your arched back. "Oh God." Joel muttered, "Fuck." He laughed, causing you to titter too.

That sex was immaculate.

Joel reached over on the coffee table and snagged a few tissues, wiping your back off before rolling the paper thin towels up and dropping them on the table before helping you back into a sitting position. You giggled and moved the hair from your face, it being a bit sweaty and red. Joel gandered at you and smirked. "My girl," he leaned over and kissed your cheek, "You sure know how to make a man feel good." "Ha," you nodded tiredly, "I try." You laughed.

Then, Joel stood up and picked you up, earning a squeak out of you as he patted your bum once more, making his way to your guy's bedroom so the two of you can cuddle and get some much needed rest.

#the last of us #tlou #joel miller #pedro pascal #joel miller smut #pedro pascal smut #joel miller x you #pedro pascal x you #smut #the last of us smut #tumblr fyp

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Chemistry

Chapter 18 to RE Characters x Reader Smutshot Collection

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Pairing: F!Reader x Albert Wesker

Summary: Your husband, Albert, comes home from a stressful day at work and uses you for his own pleasure (Consensually!!!)

Status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: Married

WC: 2.1k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Making out, Dirty talk, Lap grinding, Blowjob, Sub!Reader, Dom!Albert, Unprotected P in V, Riding, Slapping, Hair pulling, Biting, Both of you finish, Albert finishes inside of you

Song to listen to whilst you read: I'm your man - Leonard Cohen

You were sitting on the couch, typing on your laptop as you heard the front door open, then close. It didn't freak you out at all, knowing the door was locked and the only way someone could've gotten in was with a key - therefore you knew it was your husband, Albert. Instead of making a fret of it, you continued to type away on your keyboard, focusing on finishing up your paperwork.

While your husband works for an organization known as Tricell, you are employed through a different agency, but it isn't too different, work wise. For you however, you're a bit of a rookie and are constantly on paperwork duty. Until you're able to move up in the job world, you'll be stuck here while your husband is at the top of the food chain, absolutely thriving.

Speak of the Devil, Albert entered the living room. He was wearing the same outfit he put on this morning, except his dress cost was off. He must've hung it up when he first got into the house. Now he's just in a black button up with fancy pants, his dress shoes off too.

The man was glancing down at you, watching you intently as you typed until you broke contact with your screen, then began it with him. "Hello." "Hi." He said as he ambld around the couch and over to you, standing directly behind you. This made you smirk. He placed his hands upon your shoulders and sighed deeply from behind you, hoping to grab your attention.

You stopped your typing completely and tilted your head up, practically looking at him upside down. "Too focused on your work?" He questioned you, his voice deep. "When am I not?" "Never." He smirked, quietly praising you for your work ethic. You smiled, then without looking closed out of your tab, then closed your laptop, shifting your head back up as you moved your laptop from your lap and onto the table in the center of the living room.

Albert then walked along the couch and sat at the end of it. You went from laying down to sitting up, crawling over to him on the couch and sitting on his lap, not straddling him, just sitting. He sighed deeply and placed an arm around you, his other resting his elbow on the back of the couch so his hand could reach his face to rub his temple.

He seems more frustrated than usual.

"What's wrong, my love?" You asked him, concerned now. He shook his head then opening his eyes, his dark gaze resting upon you. "People are simply idiotic, that is all." That's nothing the two of you didn't already know. You nodded and validated his stress. "People at work, I presume?" "Always." He replied, his tone dense. You've always wondered how people are at Tricell. Albert has always described them as useless beings but that's just Albert being himself.

You felt him stroke your waist as he looked at you, his body language calmer than his actual demeanor. You leaned in and set your head on his chest, exhaling sharply. "I missed you today." "Likewise." He responded. He's never been the best with affection but for you, he tries. He's always viewed you as different from anyone else; As if you're otherworldly so truthfully, he'd do a lot for you.

End the world even.

You felt him plant a kiss on the top of your head as he moved his hand from your sides and to your hand, caressing your touchable hair lovingly. Your stomach was doing flips - you adore affectionate Albert. You then moved away from his chest and tilted your head up, looking at him in awe. He was happy to see such a light in his life after such a dull day at work.

Albert pressed his lips to yours, kissing you passionately as he held you close. You reached up and used both of your hands to hold his face, keeping the kiss going. Albert's hands slithered around you, pulling you closer into him. It's clear - he needed this kiss, if not more than you. He squeezed your body and that indicated you to change your positioning.

As you switched your body to now straddle him, you asked him a question. "Are you...?" "Very." It's funny that he knew so quickly what you meant because indeed, he is horny right now, as are you. You nodded and chuckled, now entirely straddling him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he grabbed your throat, pulling you into a nasty kiss as he shoved his tongue into your mouth, making out with you, his other hand on your hip.

Albert must've had a really upsetting day at work. The second he got home, he's all over you, needing that stress reliever. He can use you as he pleases, you far from mind. You moaned into the kiss and rolled your hips forward on him, causing him to grunt and his cock to grow even harder, making it so now you could feel it. He's hard, and you're the cause of it.

Smiling into the kiss, you then brought your hands down to his black belt that was raced through the loops of his dress pants. "I bet I could be of some use to you." You said to him in a seductive voice, kissing him again as you started to undo his belt. Albert nodded and licked his lips, "That is true." It is. You pulled his belt off then set it to the side, slipping your hand into his pants and palming his manhood from outside of his underwear.

"You are so hard." You laughed out cutely, biting his lower lip before kissing him. Albert grasped your ass and squeezed it, pulling you into him, causing a grinding motion. "I really need you right now." His voice was gruff, "Badly." His accent really peaked when he said that. You shook your head up and down before getting off of his lap and standing before him.

Currently, you're wearing one of your black & lavender purple nightgowns. It is all black with faint purple lace trim along the top, sides and end of it - it is one of his favorites. As for panties, well, they match the attire quite well. Overall, you look sexy and Albert can see that clearly.

Getting down on your knees, you watched as he smirked, then lifted himself up for just a moment as he pulled his black pants down, then let you do the rest. You took them down to just above his ankles, then did the same with his boxers. You gleamed. You love pleasing Albert, truly. Anything for him. He treats you well and takes good care of you, you have no reason to not love it.

"I'm sorry you had such a tiring day at work," You spoke softly, now taking his length into your small hand as you started to move it up and down on it, getting him further going. "When you have days like this Albert, just know," You drew yourself closer to his cock, your heart pounding as you did, "You have me to help relieve any bad feelings you've got." Then, you licked your lips before suctioning then around his erection.

An instant groan of relief emitted from Alberts mouth as he felt the warmth of your pink lips around his pale member. It was glorious - he knew this is exactly what he needed. Soon enough, you moved your head up and down on him, going from his tip and all the way back down to the base of his dick. You took it well, and you know that. You hardly ever gag, you just let it all happen to you with joyous.

"That's my girl," Albert hummed out to you, moving his hand from his thigh and to your silky hair, caressing it smoothly as you sucked him off amazingly. "Ugh." He gruffly muttered out, the feeling being so good, he couldn't help himself.

The more it went on, the more you became aroused too. You love having him in your mouth. That sweet taste of his slightly salty pre-cum always makes you want you buried inside of you. Albert has always managed to make you feel all sorts of ways. You rocked your head up and down, taking him deeply and quickly with each swift move of your head. Albert simply watched you in awe and lust.

You licked around his tip and primarily focused on that area to begin with, knowing it is his most sensitive. You would also occasionally take him so deep, it felt as though he was hitting your throat. You'll do anything to provide Albert with sexual pleasure. "I-" Albert went to speak but quit as you moved your head faster. He then gripped your hair tightly and pulled your head up, holding your head in place as he looked at you with dominance in his eyes. "On my lap, now."

Nodding, you got up from your knees and wiped your mouth before getting back into his lap, each thigh on either side of him. From underneath your thin nightgown, Albert put his hand beneath it and took the side of your panties, moving them to the side as he pushed himself inside of you, having you ride him this time around. Once he reached the deepest point inside of you, he mumbled something to himself before taking his hands to your waist.

Adjusting to his rather large member, you slowly but moderately moved on him. You'd switch it up - you'd go from back and fourth to up and down, knowing he was content with either or. Your hands this time around were placed upon his chest, holding onto his black dress shirt, one that he wears pretty often. He gazed at you, his eyes stark and filled to the brim with ecstasy.

"You are so," he reached one hand up from your waist and up to your face, taking your chin into a tight grip, "Beautiful." Then, a slap came across your face. Of course, he is never too hard with you. You like it, you've expressed that, so he continues to do it. Once he smacked you, you just smiled deviously and moaned softly, picking up the pace in which you rode your husband.

And again, he slapped you, this time grasping your face as he did. "Look at me while you ride me." He demanded, now thrusting his hips upwards into you, causing your breath to shift in its breathing and your body to bounce more. You stared right into his eyes as you rode him, never breaking the sensual contact. "That's it, my dear. Just like so." You two continued your harmonious rhythm.

With each movement, you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm. You could feel his tip literally hitting that sweet spot inside of your tight walls. He's just so big and wide, it's a lot for you to take. He slapped you again before briskly slipping his hand from your face and to the back of your hair, pulling your head back as he took a handful of it, fisting it into a ball. You practically screamed out a moan as he did it, liking the pain.

Riding him, feeling his hand in your hair and now, his teeth sinking into your neck faintly, it was all too much. "I can tell you're close..." He began, "Cum for me, my love." Albert said sweetly to you, digging into your hair harder and his lips coursing along your throat, leaving his mark everywhere. "Just let go darling." He concluded. "Oh mmm." Were the last noises you made as it only took a few more bounces on his member for you to finish.

Cumming around him, your pussy clenched around him, which led to his then undoing. You basically came together. Albert swiftly released your hair and swathed his arms around your body, holding your frame against his as his semen seeped inside of your wet walls, filling you right up. You shook in his arms, and he just held you close, making you feel totally comforted.

Coming down from your high, you smiled against his shoulder before sneaking away from it, now looking into his eyes again. "That was..." "Perfect, as always." He cooed out to you, caressing your rosey cheeks, gazing at your flushed face. "I love using you like that." "Hehe." You snickered, then leaned in and kisses him.

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Our Future Days

Joel Miller x Reader series, Chapter 17, Ending you deserved (Final)

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Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: Your life is the best it's been in a long time. You have safety, a home, food, etc but best of all, you have Joel

WC: 1.5k

Type: SFW

Song to listen to whilst you read this chapter: Oh, pretty woman - Roy Orbinson

Entering the house, you let out a big sigh as you closed the door. The summer heat is an absolute bitch, it makes you miss the blistering cold. Taking off your hat, you hooked it on the rack beside the front door, you then took off your sandals, ones you traded coffee for - Which you didn't hear the end of from Joel. That man and his coffee.

It has been, as you presume, a little over half a year since you got to Jackson and best of all, got with Joel. These last bunch of months have been the best out of the outbreak as a whole. Sometimes you reminisce on things you had or did before you came here however, this has been the best time of your life as of late.

"Joel?" You yelled out, wondering where he was as you walked into the kitchen. He wasn't there. You figured he was making lunch or something but, you guess you thought wrong. "Huh." You said with a confused tone. Ambling over to the mini fridge the two of you got for Christmas from Tommy and Maria, you opened it and grabbed the spring water from inside of it, drinking from it fast and letting the cold liquid smoothly slip down your throat.

That felt wonderful.

You set it back in and closed it, then tilting your head to the side. "Where is that damned man at?" You made an "ugh!" Sound as you exited the kitchen and went over to the staircase. Maybe he just didn't hear you? "Joel Miller!" You shouted out, hoping saying his full name would get his attention. Still, nothing, pure silence. You don't really have an idea of where else he could be. Guess you should go ask Ellie.

Jogging away from the stairs and back out to the door, opening it and closing it tightly behind you. The hot summer sun immediately hit you, and caused you to groan out. If there's one thing you hate, it is summer time. You are most definitely a spring/fall kind of girl. You trailed down the porch steps and waved to Dina, one of the younger kiddos around town. "Hey sweetheart!" You said to her, covering the fact you are rather annoyed. "Hi!" She said as she skipped along the town, doing God knows what.

You snickered to yourself and walked through the yard, heading to the garage where you hope Ellie is at. As you got to the front of it, you knocked on the hard wooden door, awaiting an answer. Over the last months, you and Ellie have conveyed quite the bond. You two are close. You are glad you and Joel began dating, it's been like a two-in-one deal - having both him and Ellie by your side. They're both amazing people.

"Ellie? You in there?" You went to knock again but she spoke up, "Yep." She said, sounding quite a bit away from the door before she ran up to it, opening it with haste and leaning against the door frame, looking at you. "Hi." "Hey hun..." You raised an eyebrow before shaking the idea that she was up to no good from your head. "Seen Joel anywhere?" "Oh well..." Ellie cleared her throat. You crossed your arms. "What?" "I'm not allowed to tell you." What the hell!? "What!?" You said, purely shocked.

What does she mean she can't tell you? That makes zero sense. "Tell me right now, Ellie." "I can't. Sorry. Bye." She went to shut the door on you but you stopped her. "What's he up to? Tell me." You gave her that 'stern motherly look' before she bit her lower lip and sighed. "It's nothing bad... It's for you... You'll see." She smiled and looked at you with soft eyes. She isn't lying, you know that. You are just in a state of confusion. "Uhm-" you looked around and nodded, "Okay then..." You sighed.

Ellie then spoke before closing her door, "I am supposed to tell you one thing: Go in the backyard." Backyard? For what? "Is this some kind of game or something? I feel like I'm totally out of the loop right-" "Just do it." Ellie rolled her eyes and closed the door in your face. "Oh." You scoffed and laughed it off, knowing she wasn't being too serious, it was more of a sarcastic maneuver. "Of course..." You grunted and went to the side of the garage, sticking to the side of it as you traversed to the back of it.

You have no clue what they are up to. Did Joel set up the garden you brought up? That's the first thing that came to mind. You don't know. You're confused.

Reaching the backyard, you looked around. Zero Joel in sight. "Did that little shit trick me?" You asked yourself in disbelief, glancing back at the garage as you ambled forward, trying to see if you're just missing something here. You faced back forward and looked down at the empty flowerbed. No garden, hmm. However, there was something else - a small box. A cute one, had a faux rose attached to it.

You wonder...

Picking up the box, you hummed to yourself for a moment before opening it up. Oh. Wait. A ring. You raised an eyebrow before realizing what is going on. You felt your heartbeat rate increase and your nervous system shoot up; Not in a bad way, in an excited way. You grabbed the pretty ring from the box and analyzed it - It's silver with a deep red gemstone in the center of it. It really looks expensive, how did Joel, if this is what you believe it to be, find this?

Setting the box down, you turned it over to read the back of it. Nothing on it. Now you're even more stunted.

"Like it?" You heard that Southern voice from behind you, which caused you to jump and spin around. "Jesus Joel!" You yelled at him before giggling, "You scared me." You were too in your head. "Hmm," he murmured as he slowly yet surely stepped towards you. You stood straight and gazed at him. "So? Do you?" "I do. Its very pretty." You nodded at him. Right as he reached you, he took the ring from your hand. "Give me your left hand baby."

Holy shit!?

"Are you like fucking proposing to me right now!?" You snorted and held out your left hand. "Don't gotta be a proposal if you ain't want it to be... Just a sign of commitment, hmm?" He hummed out to you as he slid it on your finger, then set your hand down, placing his on your waist. "Wow I'm just." You laughed, "Where have you been?" "In the garage with Ellie." Oh. What the fuck. You cackled and shook your head, "You guys are so devious." You wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Take it as a proposal, or don't darlin'... I've been wantin' to do this for so damn long..." He licked his lips and looked into your eyes deeply. "I found the ring on a run with her the other day and she told me I ought to give it to you, and that's where I got the idea to uh... Do this." He shook his head and you laughed. "So cute." You then leaned in and pressed your lips to his, kissing him sweetly. This kiss felt even more real and special. Just so expressive.

Joel pulled you into him and hugged you tightly, holding you close. He loves touching you, especially like this, when it feels so affectionate.

After you two kisses, you just held his face. "When Ellie first told me she couldn't tell me where you were, I was about ready to hunt you down and kill you." You smiled in a goofy way and Joel chuckled, "I could tell baby." He nodded. He knows you so well. "Shoulda maybe just gave the ring to you randomly then..." "No," you shook your head and smiled softly, "This was sweet, real gentlemanly." Your words made him smirk and he nodded, "I tried." "I know. You did great." You then kissed his nose.

"I love you Joel Miller." "I love you too." He pressed his forehead to yours and sighed deeply. "I wanna spend the rest of my God forsaken life with you." He said quietly. "I'm yours for life." You cooed out to your boyfriend... Or fiance? Whatever, doesn't matter. "Come on then," you pulled away, keeping his hand in yours though, "Let's go tell Tommy and Maria we copied their little marriage thing." Joel let out a bellow and nodded, "Somehow I knew you'd say that sweetheart."

The ring Joel presented to you was a sign of love and commitment - two things you will both share with one another for as long as you both shall exist.

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Cleon OneShots/AUs, Chapter 26, Always here for you

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Pairing: Leon Kennedy and Claire Redfield

Summary: Leon has PTSD and one night when he has a rough nightmare, Claire is there to comfort him

Status of their relationship in this one shot: Married

WC: 700+

Type: SFW

It swarms his mind, all day, everyday and now, even when he tries to sleep. It's horrible. Leon would do anything to move past it but he can't, it has it's own threshold in his mind. In one way, he treats his thoughts as battles scars. They'll be with him always so he tries to view them more positively - though it's useless. They're just shitty thoughts and nightmares he's forced to deal with now.

Now, as he sleeps, the memories of Raccoon City, Spain and all the other shit he's had to go through flood his mind. It's all like one big flash that has such an impact on him, it ruins his way of sleeping. Does he deserve this? Leon asks himself that daily. He swears this is some sort of a punishment. It's dreadful to even live at this point and the only thing, literally the only thing that keeps him here is his wife, Claire.

Of course they have a baby on the way, little Marianna! Claire is 7 months pregnant and they've been ecstatic waiting for her, but Leon needs her soon. He needs his two girls to be entirely in his life already.

Tossing and turning, Leon was half awake. He was still dreaming, but it definitely wasn't a good one. It's almost as if he can really feel the physical pains he went through on those days. In the moments, he hardly felt anything. Being so induced with adrenaline will do that to you. Now that he's calm (For the most part) and can actually think back on it, he realizes how horribly hurt he was everytime.

For the final time, Leon moved his body and suddenly woke up. His breaths were heavy, as if he couldn't breathe. He clutched his chest and closed his eyes, trying so hard to calm down but it's so difficult. His heart rate is fast, he can feel is practically pounding out of his chest. In the midst of all this, he's slightly shaking and his body is sweating. Panic attacks are never fun. They really, really fucking suck.

Claire was quick to wake up. With all of the noise and movement, how couldn't she? She already worries for Leon as it is so it's no surprise she has some sort of mental alarm in her brain, telling her to awaken. "Baby," Claire gently grabbed him, caressing his shoulders and shooshing him. "It's alright baby, relax." She kissed his head and held him close, trying her very best to calm him and well, it was working.

"Shhh." Claire whispered. Leon nuzzled his head against her chest and laid on it, the warmth was rather comforting. This is what he needed; Claire is all he needs. "My baby." She whispered, kissing the top of his head and rubbing his back, helping him feel eased. "It's okay, you're safe and I am here." Her words are so helpful and meaningful. "I'm sorry honey." Leon murmured against her chest. He feels bad for waking her up, he didn't mean to. He was in the moment and freaked out.

Claire let out a faint chuckle and shook her head. "No apology needed Leon, I understand." She kissed his forehead and held him close. Leon has gone through so much and Claire knows that. She'll do anything to ease his anxiety. "I'm here baby." Claire ran her fingers through his hair. Everything she does is reliving. She really is perfect. The most perfect wife in the world.

He let out a loud sigh and took a deep breath. "Thank you Claire." Leon whispered, kissing her collarbone and now nestling his head into her neck. "I'm always going to be here for you handsome." Claire stated. She means that. Leon comes first. She could be absolutely spent and she'd make time for him, especially in dire moments such as this. "Let's try to go back to sleep, okay? We have a lot to do tomorrow and I don't need you tired. "Okay."

"I love you, Leon. To the moon and back." Claire kissed his cheek quickly and closed her eyes, ready to fall back into a deep slumber. "I love you more." Leon tightly shut his eyes and grasped onto Claire, as if she was going to leave or something. That's all he needed - comfort from the love of his life.

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