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[thedivineladyinwhite]

Right back at you.

Summary: Where everything went downhill when you stepped in the city. A/N: This came along re2 and re4 :)) Aaand I made him like a big jerk hihi, lets just follow my silly plot, mwah mwah. (ALSO A LITTLE ANNOUNCEMNT ABOUT THAT GENSHIN WRTING I DID, I'LL PROMISE TO DO IT NEXT MONTH)

In his dark world there was you. All loveable and cheerful, only dating for a couple of months and he was sure seeing his future. He was happy when you agreed to come with him to Racoon City. One step on the city, chaos disrupted. An Outbreak. Both of you met Claire a long the way and got separated. As you and Leon now trying to find a way out of the police station. Many things have happened from being chased and so on and so forth. And that's when you both got separated, he met the Ada Wong the disguised mercenary. The woman he suddenly grew attached when you were only gone for an hour or so. When you guys finally regrouped you wondered. "Hey, who's this woman you met?" you asked, he was still and a small blush appeared on his face. "She helped me when we got separated. Her name's Ada Wong an FBI" The way he talked about her was laced with something you couldnt grasp on. Now being in a group of 3, you noticed the way he would help her instead of you, he would look at her with something other than worry in his eyes, and she felt it too. .... You should've never woke up or even slept when he told you to rest when the three of you got in the train. Was it worth it? You should've stayed in your nightmares if you were only greeted with your one boyfriend kissing another. Yet you stayed silent. Watching the scene unfold as you closed your eyes hoping it was a dream, but it wasn't. Was the world really this unkind to you? - Everything was a blur, you're hurt. A pole pierced in your stomach, as you watched Leon save Ada who was falling after being shot. Was he just gonna hold onto her and leave you? And. she slipped. And the whole building crumbled. And you were buried in those layers of cement and other kinds of heavy stuff. You thought it was the end. so how come you're found alive? Somehow still breathing and able to move? Yet more flexible, faster, and stronger. Who could've done this to you? Until a man walked inside the room. "I see you're awake, took you almost 5 months to get up." A sigh escaped the strangers lips. You look up to see a blonde man, wearing sun glasses as he looked at you with an very different eye color you haven't seen before, crimson. "Who are you...?" You whispered, moving back and hitting the wall as the monitor beside you picked up and your heart beating faster, and faster. "Do you really want to know?" He chuckled with amusement. "You're the only one who managed to live throughout my experiment, sadly Wong died. Such as shame." He shook his head and looked away. "But it doesn't matter now. What matters is that you, now work for me." He walked closer, and seeing him up close he looked more intimidating and scary. "Are you up for it?" You took a moment to take everything. You've been out for 5 months?! That Ada Wong died. And now you're an experiment working for an unknown man! But what were the odds, at least she was alive. And her eyes lit up. He's still alive, he has to be. Leon Kennedy "As if I have a choice." You answered. "Alright." You looked at the man with somehow an interested look. The man seemed to be shocked. "You're interesting, maybe I will keep you." He muttered. The one thing only kept coming back in your head. The same man who left you to die for someone who was already died. For now, you pray you'll meet up in the future to let him see what he'd done to you.

[doloresbutitsdolly]

Body-ody!

Tw: body appreciation, just simping over men bigger than you

There's something so, enticing about his physical appearance. How much bigger he is than you. How much taller, much stronger he is compared to you.

He could be lounging on the couch, taking up most of its space, leaving a small gap for you to squeeze yourself into (most of the time you end up on his lap, snuggled up and cozy).

He could be carrying something with ease. Like the time you ask him for help with the heavy boxes you needed to move. Unsurprisingly, he picked one up with one hand when you could barely push it using your body weight. He knows, oh he knows. That's why he flexes any chance he gets. He picks you up like it's nothing before swinging you over his shoulder and into the bedroom.

"Like what you see, baby?" he'd asked with a smug smile on his face.

He loves how you fawn over him. It makes him feel oh so masculine. It boosts his ego when he realises how riled up you get when he shows how big he is.

And when you're taking him so well, he can't help but press loving kisses on your face. He loves his little baby, his baby who tries so hard to be good for him.

He can't help but smile as you're panting and sweating, "m'trying, you're too big!" you'd say and all he can do is brush your hair away to the side before bucking up his hips to help you. You'd squeal before lightly smacking his chest for his action. He'd laugh before kissing you, your annoyed look slowly melting away.

You love your big boy, don't you?

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[doloresbutitsdolly]

What's Going On In That Head Of Yours?

TW: just your boyfriend thinking about you (in the most unholy way possible)

He doesn't usually have unholy thoughts, but he is only human; especially when you do something that triggers that train of thought.

When he's busy during a game, his head is barely thinking about anything else. Except you of course. When he sat down next to you to take a water break, he noticed how you had your hair up; the summer heat getting too extreme to handle. He lets his eyes scan your figure, noticing how you had slumped over the table; face squishing against the plastic surface as you groan about how hot it was. It's when he offers you a sip of his drink when he realises how dangerous you were.

The temperature causing beads of sweat to slowly drip down your face, cheeks flushed red and your hair slightly sticking to them. Your smooshed lips having the slight shimmer on them from your lip gloss just made it so much more kissable. It's tempting. You had tied your shirt with a knot, exposing you belly he loved so much. Those shorts weren't helping either; your sitting position showing off how nice and exposed they were to his bites.

He could be another reason why you're in that position, pressing your head down while making both of you feel good. He'd make sure you'd sing with the way he would treat you.

He nearly chokes on his water when you ask him something and he just realised he was thinking of pounding you in the middle of practice. He tries to compose himself but realises a new problem; his lil buddy downstairs got a bit too excited. Let's just hope it goes away in time before he needs to practice again.

[doloresbutitsdolly]

Losing My Innocence

TW: no established relationship, up to no good antics, pining for each other, adult time 🙏

He's driving around, with you as his little passenger princess. He glances to you occasionally, admiring those tinted cheeks and lips of yours. You pretend to not notice; pretending to be busy singing to the songs on the radio. But part of you wished he did more; wish he'd put his hand on your thigh, maybe even hold your hand.

He gets a call from you in the middle of the night, asking if you could meet up and do something to distract you from your stressful life. He's outside within 20 minutes, wearing that jacket he usually does when it's cold outside and leaning against his car. He takes a look at your clothes, undressing you with those eyes of his that you find yourself staring into.

"Where are we going?" you asked as you slumped into the car seat.

"I don't know. We'll see, angel."

You pull up to a convenience store, one with shitty lighting. He gets out and buys two bottles of soda and gives one to you. You guess this is where you're hanging out now. You sip your drink, chewing on the straw as you watch him text on his phone. Surprisingly, he asks what's got you so stressed out. You hesitate, fearing he might be asking a rhetorical question. But when he looks at you with those eyes, you slowly let yourself open up.

You're in the back seat, losing what's left of your innocence with him. He's rough, he is a tough guy after all. But you can't help but melt when he gently pulls you closer, getting you more comfortable to lie flat on the seats than have your head pressing against the car door. It's times like these where you forget how stressful life is and how good it is to just, feel. You hated how draining life had to be, all you wanted was this- No, all you ever wanted was him. Him and his bitchy attitude. Him and his "do I look like I give a fuck". Him. His hair, his body, his voice. You wanted him. The question was if he wanted you.

As you're fixing you're ruined makeup he drags a finger across your lips, purposely messing it up. You swat his hand away, before angrily putting on another layer of lipstick. He chuckles as he leans back, watching you again. You couldn't help but feel giddy, it's like he's your lover. Oh, how you wanted him to be your boyfriend. You were almost desperate. But even if the feelings were mutual, life is full of shit and the consequences would have you drowning in even more problems.

You're home, now. His fingers tap against the wheel. You don't move, wondering how you can still drag the time.

"Something the matter?" he asks

Shit, does he know what you're doing? You shake your head.

"Ya' want another round?" he asked, smirking. You smack him, mumbling about being busy tomorrow and not having time to limp around. He grabs your wrists, yanking you to his face. Lips inches apart, you could feel his hot breath.

"No kiss goodbye? A bit mean, especially from a sweetheart like you." he whispered.

You pressed your lips onto his, cupping his face and pulling him close. He doesn't hesitate, not even for a moment. He runs his fingers through your hair, before settling on your face. You pull away, breathless now.

"Goodnight, angel. Call me if you need anything."

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Dolly's note: was listening to diet pepsi by Addison Rae and got inspired. Also because there's this person i really like but i shouldn't lmfao. Do yall relate to me or am i just cray cray?

[doloresbutitsdolly]

Hey it's Dolores, but feel free to call my Dolly🎀

Despite having an account for a really long time this is my first go at writing so I'm still figuring shit out lmfao

It's nice to meet yall and don't feel shy to interact with me, since I am 18+ mdni as I will most likely write about mature themes. If you are a minor and choose to continue, babes please make sure you're okay 💕