#Dopey Leon is best Leon

[whiskeyteethart]

"Let me help you"

"Leon, we're not in some shoujo anime. A lil rain wont hurt me."

"Trust me, this will work."

[dollfacefantasy]

I saw you made a bimbo x toji and I started to wonder how DI or ID Leon would work out so if you have the time and want to do it would you make a short story or a headcannon?

hii so just to clarify i didn't write that bimbo reader x toji fic, that was just something i reblogged from another writer cause i liked it.

and i only really like bimbo reader in like a smut context (so basically an extension of dumbification lol) so that's what i'm gonna do <3

leon kennedy x fem!reader cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, daddy kink

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon has no problem pulling you into his lap. his lips land on your neck first, kissing down your throat to the spot that makes your breath hitch without fail. his hands slide over your curves, teasing your body beneath those tight, pretty pink clothes you always wear.

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon is quick to rip said clothes from your body. he savors your whines and weak protests telling him that this top was your favorite or that they don't sell that skirt anymore so be gentle. but he drops them to the floor all the same. he's even more obsessed with the delicate baby pink panties you wear and the lacy bra that matches.

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon can't stop himself from teasing you. as soon as he gets your bra off, he's all over your tits. he's squeezing them, kissing them, sucking little marks onto them. "think these things are bigger than your brain, babydoll," he murmurs. he can't stifle the laugh that comes out of him when you kick your heel into his calve and huff "that's mean."

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon always over apologizes, his insincerity clear in his tone. "you're right, my smart girl," he coos as he lays you down on the surface of whatever you two are making out on. "but you know, you don't have to think when daddy's around to do it for you," he says as his hand slides between your legs and rubs your clit through the sticky fabric guarding it.

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon's other hand rises to your face. his thumb brushes over your bottom lip before pushing inside your mouth. he feels his dick wake up as you suck on the digit like it's instinct, letting it pacify any of your prior protests. your soft tongue presses against the pad, and he can already hear a little moan in the back of your mouth. "that's right. that's what that little mouth is best at," he murmurs.

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon plays with your pussy till you're a squirmy, needy mess under him. only when your brain is already all mushy will he slide those panties down your legs, planting a kiss on your ankle before discarding them with the other clothes. he slides his thumb out from your mouth too, rubbing some saliva down over your chin. the cute little strands of drool make you all the more endearing to him.

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon watches your eyes when he pulls his cock out, that glassy-eyed stare you get when he's got you like this. he speaks to you like every word is a challenge to understand. "is that what you want, baby?" he croons, slapping his hard shaft down on your tummy, a preview of how it will fit. you give a weak little nod and he continues, "yeah? you want a treat, princess? want daddy nice and deep in that cute cunt?"

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon doesn't make you wait too long before he buries himself nice and deep in your tight pussy. he grips your hips, not that you ever try to run when you're like this. he listens for all your nonsensical little babbles, humming along with "mhm" and "is that right?" he angles his hips to make you squeal and lifts his hands to the back of your kneecaps to get you folded in half so he can rail you even deeper. "my dumb little girl. so good for me even when i've fucked your brain out," he coos while pounding into you.

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon thinks his favorite part of the whole thing is the big, dopey smile that takes over your features. the way you giggle out moans. your limbs bounce around with his movement as you've gone limp. he knows for certain that there's not a thing going on in that head right now. in this moment, he's your whole world. "you havin' fun, pretty girl?" he grunts, and the answer is always "yeah, daddy" followed by laughter.

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon ALWAYS gives you a creampie. he shoots his load as deep as he can, making sure you get that warm, gooey feeling in your belly. he rocks his hips a few more times to get a good look at the messy sight of your connection, the mixture of the two of you that coats the base of his cock. you always whine and kick your legs from the light overstimulation. he hushes you with a kiss on the forehead and promises to clean you up. he just wants to enjoy this a little more. having a fresh supply of cum fucked into you always keeps that pretty little head nice and empty for a few hours.

[writingwisterias]

Blossom

Bestfriend! Leon Kennedy x AFAB! Reader

Words: 3.8k Warnings: Smut 18+, Praise Kink, Overstimulation, Unprotected sex, Friends to Lovers, Cheating (not Leon or Reader) Summary: Alone and running away from a bar where your boyfriend cheated on you. You call Leon whom you haven't spoken to in months to seek comfort and end up finding it in more ways than you expected..

Masterlist

Hope you enjoy my first fic, my requests are open. Check my page for a list of characters I will write for ~ Mads <3

The rain was loud against the hood of your coat; the once peaceful sound that would comfort you as you slept, would now haunt you as you ran away from the bar. You didn't know where you were - you were quite literally running away from your problems. The once peaceful life you had made for yourself was now shattered by one too many drinks; ruined by one stupid pub quiz night. Your boyfriend was caught locking lips with your sister at the bar, his smile brighter than any smile he ever gave to you. Her smug glare was one you would never forget as she looked over her shoulder at the argument unfolding between the two of you. You felt small.. Used. Weak. The entire bar watched on with smiles and laughter as you were humiliated by your own family. “What are you doing?” you whimpered at him. God you felt so pathetic, the tears brimming in your eyes as you looked at the man you sacrificed so much for. “I didn't mean to…baby I'm so sorry” he lied, he grimaced at his own lie. Like the words hurt him to say only now he had been found out. He chased you down the road from the bar until eventually he gave up, you weren't coming back. Not that he cared.

Eventually you came across a bench; deciding you had enough distance from your problems, you sat down ignoring the large puddle of water that had collected on the seat. Your clothes were already soaked through, so what difference would sitting there make now. You had nowhere to go. You couldn’t go home of course, it was a home you both shared. He would be there, probably with your sister, now they didn't have anything to hide anymore. Your fingers fumbled through your bag in search of your phone. A loud sigh left your lips as the frustration began to set in, the rain water made it harder to work your phone screen. As you scrolled desperately for someone to call, one dopey smile warmed your heart as you hovered over the call button. Leon, your best friend for many years, who you hadn't seen in so long. Your boyfriend was constantly jealous of him, ironically because he worried you would leave him for Leon, due to how close the two of you were. Would he even pick up? Would he be home? The decision wasn't yours to make, as the water droplets on the screen pressed the button for you, the dial tone loudly rang out scaring you slightly. “Just this one call”, you thought. That's all you would do, there’ll be someplace else to go if he didn’t answer..

“Hello?”

His voice was rough as he croaked out the words. You immediately panicked thinking you woke him up, your internal monologue stopped you from answering him.

“Hello? Who is this?” He said, his tone became sharper, probing for an answer.

“Leon?” you whimpered, your hand covering your mouth trying to keep the emotions that were threatening to spill out now you had heard his comforting voice. Your name left his lips in a whisper, as if he was shocked to have heard from you at all, clearly not expecting the sudden contact after months of ghosting him.

“What's wrong? Where are you?” He questioned, you could hear his old lamp flicker on in the background, the duvet rustling as he sat up.

“I don't know where…I just ran”

“Just ran? Ran from where? Do you need me to come and get you? Are you okay?”

His concern was too much, the emotions swirling around in your brain like you were drunk. “I’m on a bench, by the pier I think...I’m really not sure. I’m so sorry Leon, I woke you up-”

“It’s fine, I promise, I'm on my way. Just don’t move I’ll try to find you” the words left his mouth so easily, like second nature. He didn't care what time it was, he didn't care you hadn't spoken to him in weeks. He only cared about getting you to safety. “Leon?” you whimpered…”Can you bring a towel, I don't want to get your car wet”

“Don’t tell me you fell in the pier?” he joked, you let out a small chuckle in response. It was weak, barely audible yet he still somehow bought it out of you, even as your world was falling apart. The perfect life you imagined with you and your boyfriend crumbling into a forgotten fairytale, yet he still managed to make you smile. “I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay?” You could hear the car door slam through the speaker, before he hung up.

The street lamps and cars passing reflected on the never ending darkness of the ocean, the waves crashing gently despite the thunderous rainstorm around you. You were left alone with the rage you felt towards your boyfriend and sister. How long has this been going on? How could she do a thing like that to you? How come you never saw it, could you have stopped this? You were drowning in questions; theorizing how they could have gotten the chance to know each other better, to have the kiss look so passionate and freeing for them both. Were you really that bad of a partner to him? Why weren't you enough? The thoughts poisoned your mind, the cloud of overthinking swirling around what little sanity you had left. Your phone began to vibrate, ripping you back to reality. Your phone glowed with his name, the light hurting your eyes as you stared at his contact, at the stream of texts from him trying to apologize and track you down. You wouldn't respond - You wanted him to panic. You hoped he would worry about you all night, steeped in regret, sleepless in your bed. But he was the one who stopped running after you. He chose to turn back to the bar. Back to her.

In the sorrowful storm of your mind, tires screech from behind you, the slam of the car door pulling you back to a familiar silhouette. One you could instantly recognize from any lineup. “Leon?” you whimpered, standing up. Your body ached with cold, the clothing heavy on your frame as you stood there shaking, waiting for him to react. You expected him to walk away when he saw what a mess his old friend was, but instead he walked towards you; His shoes splashed hastily through the puddles that were in his way. “What happened?” he asked, as his arms encased you in a tight hug. You just shook your head, your body trembled as you leaned into his arms craving the warmth and comfort that he provided.

He didn't speak again, pulling away to lead you towards his jeep, opening the door for you, helping you inside. He threw a blanket around your shoulders before he closed the door, running to his side of the car. You brought the fabric to your nose, his scent lingered on it comforting you further. “Your place?” he questioned - even if he hated taking you back to that place, he would if you needed it. But you shook your head, a quiver in your lips as you turned to look out at your reflection on the window. He watched you intently, trying to piece together in his mind what the next best step was. He then nodded silently, and started the car, the faint sound of his rock music filled the silence. “What did he do?” He questioned nervously, his body tensed, preparing for the reply. “My sister”

Well he wasn't expecting that, his brain running 100 mph to come up with some kind of response. If he was this shocked, he couldn't even imagine the thoughts that plagued you right now. “I’m not sure how long it's been going on but you should have seen how at peace they looked with each other. He’s never looked at me like he looked at her.” you said, wiping your face with the blanket removing the rain from your cheeks, frowning at the mascara that transferred onto it. “Fucking assholes the both of them” he swore under his breath. You finally looked over at him, the street lamps illuminating the soft curves of his face, his brows furrowed together as he sat heavy in thought. Was he always this pretty? Had he always smelled this good? Perhaps it had just been far too long for you to remember all the intricate details of him.

The familiar outline of his building slowly came into view, somewhere you had been so often, so casually, but right now it meant so much more. He pulled into his parking space before hopping out of the car to help you get out. You smiled as he pulled the blanket closer around your frame, draping it over your head slightly to prevent you from getting any wetter. He led you instead with his hand on the small of your back, the weight of him there felt different to your boyfriend. It felt protective, not possessive.

“Sorry about the mess” he muttered as he opened the door, ushering you inside to safety. The apartment looked the same as you had remembered it. The interior matched Leon’s personality well, a plethora of small trinkets littered the shelves, the muted colours gave him a relaxing environment to return to after his hellish workdays. There were clothes screwed up in the corner by his work bag, coffee cups and plates still in the sink patiently waiting to be washed. You perched on the edge of the sofa, taking in your surroundings, reminiscing about the times he would walk you through all his possessions, describing each adventure and trip they were from. He watched you scanning the shelves, his eyes saddened as you began to shrink on yourself. “Can I get you anything?” he asked gently. You shook your head, your words were trapped in your mouth, you were too afraid to speak in fear of breaking down again. Leon didn’t need you to say anything, he just moved to sit next to you. His body was there for you to lean on if you needed it. He waited for you to gather yourself, no urgency, just like he had always done for you. Your body eventually sagged towards his side, he wordlessly lifted his arm enticing you into his warmth.

“What did I do wrong Leon? Was I not good enough?” as soon as the words left your mouth, you could feel the gates of pent up despair fly open. The tears had begun to flow like rivers, waves of emotions that you had held for so long ran free throughout your body. He shushed you, placing a kiss at the crown of your head, trying to stifle his anger toward the man who made you this way. Toward the people in your life who made you feel worthless; toward those who took you away from him when it was you who lit up his world. “You didn’t do anything wrong, you're perfect” he whispered into your hair, pulling you closer to him, his own clothes becoming damper from yours. “Then why would they do that? Why did they betray me?”

He failed to muster up an answer, he truly didn’t know why anyone would want to hurt you. How they could make you feel so little about yourself, how they encouraged these derogatory thoughts in your head. He tucked you under his arm, pressing you against his chest in support. “I feel so small, I feel so used” you whimpered, the small sobs you let out broke his heart each and every time he heard them. He pulled away slightly, lifting your chin with his fore-finger to look at your face, the backs of his hands wiping away the tears still forming in the corners of your eyes.

“You're so special to me. Everything I do, everything I endure. I do it for you.”

“But I haven’t spoken to you in months” you spoke as the guilt slowly seeped in.

Leon shook his head, a soft smile placed on his lips as he looked at you. “I knew you wouldn’t have just stopped talking to me, I still fought knowing the work I was doing would keep you safe, that you would get to be happy even if you weren’t in contact with me.”

His smile was so soft, his expression was so warm and caring. “Why?” the question left your lips before you could process if you were ready for the answer. An answer you always craved but never knew if you could accept if it was anything different than what you secretly hoped for.

He paused, questioning whether telling you now in your darkest hour was truly the right thing to do; it was, not just for you, but for him too. “You're the best thing in my life, the escape I always needed. I would spend a lifetime undoing whatever poison he’s injected into your head, I will show you that I care and I will always care, that you are worth something. You deserve so much more than those two could ever give you”

Your hand was warm against his face as you brought him closer, your lips ghosted his in hesitation. Your breath was a silent invitation for him to close the gap, to allow something light and new to blossom. His eyes scanned your face, hunting for any sign of regret. You had enough of waiting and closed the gap, your lips crashed against his in a gentle and passionate kiss. Leon groaned into the kiss, his arms wrapping around you holding your body close to him. “Are you sure you want this? You just got cheated on...it’s late”

“It feels right, I want this Leon. He chose her. And now I choose you.”

He shook his head, trying not to smirk, leaning to kiss you again, his hands groping the swell of your ass lifting you further into his lap. With that he lifted you up, walking you through his apartment nibbling along your neck taking in the sweet whines that left your lips. He laid you on the bed, the crumpled duvet was engulfed in his scent. He helped peel off your wet shirt before leaving sloppy kisses all over your chest. His hands sprawled out on your waist pulling you closer to him. His hips grinded against your lower half, you let out unstoppable whimpers as your wet jeans rubbed against your clit.

“Such pretty sounds from such a pretty girl” he mumbled against your skin as his hands worked on removing your bra. He groaned at the sight of your breasts, the nipples pebbling at the cold air. Leon's lips brought one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue circling the sensitive nub. His hand moved up to the other breast lightly groping it. Your chest heaved into his mouth causing Leon to let out a loud groan as they lightly pressed against his nose causing him to lose his breath. Leon let go of your nipple with a pop, his lips returning to yours with a deep kiss. His tongue swiped against your bottom lip silently begging for access, which you granted him eagerly. Whilst you were distracted with the taste of him, his fingers toyed with the button of your jeans. Once they had managed to get through, he pulled away smirking as he pulled the fabric down your legs in a single jolt. Your thighs flushed red from the cold, wet clothes that Leon had finally freed you from. Leon’s hands ran down your legs before pulling them apart and slotting himself in between.

He felt your fingers gingerly grasp the hem of his shirt. “Seems a bit unfair” you smirked at him. Leon chuckled deeply before pulling the shirt over his head, stepping away slightly so he could get rid of his jeans as well. He quickly returned, capturing your lips again as his finger teased your clothed pussy. His cock twitched against your thigh as he felt the dampness that lingered there. His fingers moved the fabric, swiping against your slit gathering evidence of your arousal. He pulled back examining his fingers in the soft glow of his lamp. A smirk placed on his lips as he looked you in the eye and brought the digits to his mouth. Leon let out a loud groan at the taste, the sweetness of you was better than anything he had ever tasted before.

You writhed against his thigh, craving any ounce of friction on your throbbing core. He chuckled again and flexed his thigh as he watched you pathetically rub against him, your wet panties causing his hairs to curl as you left your mark. He could feel your thrusts weaken as you got closer, almost tempted to bring you to a stop, but that wasn’t his goal tonight. Tonight he wanted you to chase your own pleasure, become so cock drunk on him that you forget about what happened before. He wanted you to never even think about your ex again. His hands gripped your hips helping you thrust as well as pulling you closer to add more pressure to your clothed entrance. He groaned as he felt the fabric become so thick with your arousal, but he wouldn’t remove them yet, he wouldn’t dare to stop you when you were so close to your climax.

Instead he lent down and captured your breast again, his teeth nibbling at the flesh leaving small marks around the sensitive bud. Your moans increased in volume, he couldn’t wait to hear the sounds you would create when he finally sunk into you. Your hands gripped at his forearms, nails leaving crescent shapes in the flesh. You whimpered loudly, his name leaving your lips along with curses as you finally met your climax. He felt your pussy flutter, the poor thing clenching around nothing. Leon let you have your moment of bliss, removing his lips from your breast and capturing your lips instead. His fingers teased the waistband of your underwear and slowly peeled them away. The cold air hitting your wetness causes you to let out a high pitched whine. “Please leon-” you begged. Who was he to deny you what you wanted, his cock ached in its own clothed prison. He kissed you again when he finally released himself. Leon’s cock hung heavy against your thigh, the tip glistening with the pre cum.

Your eyes widened at the girth and length of him, he was so big. You felt the pressure of him at your entrance, gathering up the remains of your orgasm to help lube his dick. Leon whimpered as he sucked at the nape of your neck to muting his moans. Your fingers scraped his back as you finally felt him enter you fully, the burn of the stretch soon turning into pleasure as your walls welcomed him inside. Leon’s hands found yours, holding them as he sheathed himself fully. Your fingers entwined as your bodies connected, his thrusts slow and deep as you got used to his size. “You feel devine” he groaned in your ear, his hands squeezing yours as he gave you another deep thrust. Your walls fluttered around him, the muscles drawing him in further, holding him deep inside you. His compliments caused you to hide in his neck, a warm feeling began to swell into your chest. He let go of one of your hands and directed your face back to where he could see it.

“Oh my pretty girl has gone all shy, come on baby don’t hide from me now” he whispered. His lips leaving delicate kisses along your cheeks as his thrusts began to increase. He leant back watching as your tits bounce as he drove his cock into at an increased speed and depth. His hands moved so he could grip your hips to pull them closer to him. The new angle allowed him to drive his cock deeper, and deeper, his veins started to hit your g- spot causing you to grip and tug at the sheets beneath you.

Leon watched as your thighs began to twitch under his touch, the muscles tensing as you drew closer to another orgasm. Your eyes began to tear up, a few stray ones escaping and ran down your flushed cheeks. Leon could feel his own finish coming closer, his balls tightened as he prepared to spill his load deep into your walls, coating them with himself as a final attempt to get rid of any evidence of that dickhead you claimed to love before. Leon groaned your name as he moved his fingers towards your clit to draw small circles around the sensitive nub to stimulate you further. Your breath caught in your throat a silent scream leaving your lips as you orgasmed. Your body tensed up and then flopped in Leon's arms. He thrusted through your oversensitive state, his own finish too close for him to care. Leon grabbed at your thighs, hoisting them over his shoulders as he drove himself deeper inside of you. You cried at his depth, he loved it, getting lost in your pretty little sounds, the way your velvet walls still brought him in closer despite the overstimulation he was clearly giving you. His hips sputtered as he finally spilled his seed into you. The sounds of your heavy breaths filled the room, both of you searching each other's faces to confirm there were no regrets.

Leon pulled himself out of you slowly, lowering your legs from his shoulders and gave you space as you recollected yourself. “I’m sorry, I don’t want you to think that I am taking advantage of you” he said nervously. You sat up against his headboard watching him. “I don’t think that Leon. I didn’t even think you would pick up, I’m sorry I listened to him and cut contact with you”

The words hung heavy in the room, the two of you not wanting to overstep anymore boundaries. You wondered if your boyfriend thought like this after he was with your sister for the first time. “I don’t want to lose you Leon, if you don’t want to leave me either”

“Never, you have me for as long as you need me”

Leon stood up, putting his boxers back on before finding a pair for you along with one of his shirts. After you changed you lifted the sheets inviting him in. Once he laid down you got comfy, cuddling into him, he smiled down at your frame. “I could get used to this” he smirked, kissing the top of your head, his arms wrapping around you protectively shielding you away for just a little while. It was from then on that you felt it, finally something good to hold on to as you faced whatever happened came tomorrow.

[akelafang]

Gwaine realizes he's in love with Leon and, in typical Gwaine fashion, decides drinking is the best course of action to deal with this new revelation. Unfortunately, this is a rare day when Leon agrees to join the rest of the knights at the tavern. Gwaine spends the night switching between staring at Leon and avoiding staring at Leon, all while trying to drown himself in alcohol. Merlin: Are you okay Gwaine? You keep looking over at Leon, did something happen? Gwaine: No, nothing happened, I just- he's so tall. And handsome as hell. Merlin:...Okaaaay Gwaine: It's not fair that he's so pretty! Merlin:*amused* It's okay Gwaine, you're pretty too. There's no need to be jealous. Gwaine: No! He's pretty in a way that makes my heart fuzzy and my head flutter...Or is that the other way around? Merlin: Yeah I don't think your head fluttering is a good thing. Or a fuzzy heart for that matter. Heart flutter and head fuzzy make more sense, then it sounds like...oh oh, you like Le- oh Gwaine Gwaine: *staring at Leon again with a dopey smile* I'm gonna climb that man like a tree Merlin: Right, you've had enough. Let's get you to bed

[erxxi3]

hi kyle it's moss, they are here with an ada wong request, but don't feel pressured writing it if it's not for your taste (or you can change ada for whoever you want, it's kinda free form)💕

— (this is some kind of au but what kind, nobody knows) it's friday night, movie night where chris, claire, leon, luis, ada, and you get together at one of your guys' place with snacks, drinks, everything that is needed to have fun. as always, ada and you take the couch to yourselves with a giant blanket, you sitting between her legs with your back pressed against hers. oh how she can't help herself and how she is so grateful everyone is focusing on the loud movie that is playing, she has plenty of space and opportunity to let her hands wander around your body and more...

hope you have fun with this mess 🤭 again, do not feel pressured to write it, only if you'd like

This request was really good anyways I just love ada wong bc she is the best girl besides Jill.

Have fun with your requested fic Moss and this took me a while to write although it was not hard work for me!! &lt;3

— Thats it baby, Focus on me.

Pairings: Ada wong x Fem! Reader

Summary: What the request said bc I can’t say anymore things 😭

Cw. Secret relationship w ada wong, slight mommy kink, fingering, cunnilingus, getting heard/caught by Claire, body worship, praise, wlw, kissing session + marks being left, and fluff at the end. NOT PROOF READ AND PLS LMK IF I MISSED ANYTHING!

Character Count: 13.1k

It was a friday night, which meant a movie night with the group (chris, claire, leon, luis, ada, and you) getting together at your place to watch a couple of crappy horror movies in a circle on the floor of your living room while the rest of your friends go about their own business. you've already made popcorn and have a bunch of beer in front of you, as well as soda and milk for all of them. leon is sitting next to you, his arm slung around the back of your couch while the other hand rests on your shoulder.

when he sees a movement out of the corner of his eye he reaches up and turns off the TV, just because he doesn't want people to startle at the sound of the tv being turned on, then turns to face you. he's got that dopey grin on his face and you can feel yourself turning red. you know that you like it when he looks at you, but you also know that it might be too much.

So instead you try to avoid another deep conversation, turning the TV back on putting on a three hour long movie, and bringing out this gigantic blanket throwing it over everyone except ada because she happened to have brought one from your bedroom. Although, before she had went to grab it you told her that it was fine with you.

Ada has been acting weird ever since you and Leon had been becoming close friends, though not in an awkward way. she'd always been pretty easy going, which was how you knew that you were totally into her even if she didn't seem to notice it.

What had made it harder for you was that there wasn't really anything else to talk about when you were hanging out with ada. About the time the movie will start, you try to get comfortable on the floor, as you are sitting between her legs with your back pressed against hers.

It was a little uncomfortable, so you try to move back, but she moves forward pushing herself closer until your thighs touch, then sliding your arms around your waist pressing her hands behind your back. she starts playing with the hem of your shirt. her lips brush your ear and you shiver.

"You don't wanna do that," you murmur quietly so that no one else can hear the two of you, but the movie is loud they are probably not going to. she pulls away. "it wouldn't be right." you whisper still trying to move back without making a big deal out of it. you're embarrassed about the whole thing but even more to be caught by the others with ada.

"Maybe we can go to your room." she whispers to you making your cheeks flushed red.

You are sitting between her legs with your back pressed against hers. you're sure it'll be ok. if anyone would notice it, it's ada. and she hasn't mentioned it once. but that just means that she's thinking about it, so maybe the whole thing isn't such a bad idea. She pulls back. "I guess," you murmur. she gets up slowly and takes your hand as you get up and follow her upstairs, stopping outside of your door. she leans down giving you a peck. then pulls away again looking shyly at your feet.

you smile at her softly then open your door and step inside closing it behind you. ada follows in and you walk over to your bed, she sits down. you sit next to her and give her a kiss. it feels different than your first one, or the ones that came after it. there's something more to that feeling.

you pull apart a second later. "We should probably lock the door..” she mumbles looking embarrassed as she pulls the door shut. “you know.. for safety reasons.” you nod, “yeah, good idea…” you murmur blushing hard. she kisses you again and you both end up crawling onto your bed. she straddles your lap.

you take a deep breath, you know exactly where this is going.

"i think we should.." you pause biting your lip and leaning forward so that your noses touch. "should uh…" you start kissing her neck trailing soft kisses down to her collarbone and back up again. This goes on for a couple of minutes until the two of you stop. "are you.. ready?" she asks quietly hoping that the answer won't be yes. ada nods slightly, smiling a bit. you lean up and kiss her deeply for several seconds.

she tastes so sweet just like candy.

she lays you down and begin kissing every inch of your skin that you have exposed . ada runs her hands through your hair and you hold onto her tightly. you feel ada's tongue trace patterns on your stomach and her mouth makes its way to your breasts. you moan. "oh god..." she murmurs pulling your top off and taking it over her head. you reach up running your fingers through her hair and gently tugging. ada giggles. she kisses and nibbles down your body until you are completely naked under her hands, then you pull back. "are you ready for me now?" she murmurs moving closer to kiss your neck again.

Humming in response, just knowing ada loves to be rough but knows when you aren't ready to go all the way. "alright baby... i'm gonna show you how much I love you..." you feel ada's teeth bite lightly into your neck, leaving an impression that she likes it but she also knows that your limits.

"Good girl... now let me mark you~" your eyes drift closed at those words, while you let her. she traces her tongue across the top of your left breast and then traces it down towards your belly button. she trails light touches along your abdomen and back up until she finally reaches your pubic bone. you squirm. "oh baby..." you whine. ada smiles at you. "you're ready." you nod.

"let's do it.." you say in a husky voice. ada looks up at you for a second then starts to work on getting rid of your pants and underwear until you're both lying naked on your bed together. you look at each other in awe. ada smiles. "let's make it quick okay.." she says kissing you again. your mind races with thoughts of all the things you wanted to do with ada. she begins moving her hips up and down gently rubbing circles around your clitoris causing a sharp gasp to escape your lips.

"fuck.." you moan. ada continues to grind into your body at a steady pace. you run a hand through her hair as she rocks into you. "oh god.." you moan again. ada stops moving suddenly, "don't come yet okay.. i can tell you're almost there.." she says kissing your cheek. you close your eyes, "come on.. please.." you whimper desperately. you want her so badly but you also want everything to slow down so that it feels like you're coming alive.

ada gives you a last long kiss. "give me a moment," she murmurs getting up off of you to take her own panties off. "hold on my baby.." she whispers in your ear. "just give me a minute.” you're not sure why she says it so softly, she always calls you baby in public but when you have sex with her it doesn't feel intimate at all, just comforting. she crawls back on top of you, then presses her lips against yours and she slips a finger inside of you.

you moan, "ah.." she moves the digit inside faster. "that's it.. that's the spot...” you moan. she rubs her finger against you, making you moan louder. "so tight.." she murmurs nuzzling your neck, "just let go baby, let go.." you feel her hand slip inside you and slide all the way to your clit and rubbing vigorously. you groan softly "oh yeah..” she continues to press her lips against yours. "oh fuck.." you moan and close your eyes, feeling waves of pleasure hitting your core. your legs wrap round ada's waist.

She starts to move her fingers a faster and you can already feel your body tensing up. you moan again, your hands squeezing onto her sides as another wave of pleasure hits you. "shhh, baby..” she hushes holding your hips firmly, keeping the pace steady and fast.

"it's alright..” you moan and your grip on her tightens. "it's okay baby....” her voice is filled with excitement. "faster.." you beg her. you can't stand it anymore your hips bucking upwards. you feel ada pull out and grab a pillow from the bed and place it under your back and she starts thrusting. "ah shit...” you groan, grabbing the pillow tighter. "you're so beautiful.. such a nice body.." she murmurs against your neck.

Throwing your head back, in closure to climaxing, as her words of praise are sending you to cloud 9 while her fingers work you like magic. "hnnn!" you cry out . "almost there...hold out a bit longer...just focus on me.” she whispers whipping away the tears from your face with her other hand.

The state you were in made ada capture this moment as if it was a vivid dream, you trembling underneath her not being able to hold out any longer while you were crying and gasping for air, your body tensed up and shaking, your arms wrapped around her torso in ectascy.

You had never felt anything like this before. you didn't expect the intensity that came with it, you thought it'd be a little less intense, but it was even better. you could taste yourself on her lips and she kissed you softly. "your mine..” she whispers and places a gentle kiss on your shoulder, you shudder as she continues pumping her fingers into you. "God— Ada!” you moaned her name as you put your head into her chest trying to muffle all the sounds that came from you besides the sqeltching wetness of your pussy being pounded by her fingers.

"m` close....” you groan feeling as though you might faint from orgasm. you can feel sticky liquid trickling down your plush thighs as her fingers continue pounding into you. "yes-- gonna cum.." you blurt out following a pornographic moan gripping onto the sheets beneath you. "I've gotcha baby, keep making those sweet sounds for me..” you feel your whole body tightening in response to her pleasurable tone and you feel the tension leave your body. "ahhh..” you let out a soft moan releasing on her fingers and the grey sheets beneath you.

Ada lowered herself down and began lapping the juices running from your cunt as she praises you with such words as: "you did so well..” and "you taste so fucking amazing just like how I imagined.."

Ada says smirkingly at you before pressing a lingering kiss on your cunt, then the two of you heard loud footsteps coming towards the locked door. "fuck!!” you shriek covering your crotch with one hand. "shit shit shit shit shit..." ada said scrambling for your clothes as you scrambled around for yours which you were still wearing.

You both pulled your pants on quickly as the footsteps came closer to the door. Telling ada to hide somewhere because they can’t know that you two are secre together. Walking towards the door and unlocking it, cracking it slight, you said “Yes?” and it was Leon outside the door telling you that the others are heading out, but that Claire wanted to talk to you.

He calls Claire and leaves the both of you alone to talk. “Listen…I don’t want to be that type of person to say this, but I heard everything.” The silence became loud as you stared at her with a blank ass stare , unable to believe what she had just told you. "what do you mean?” you ask.

"I overheard the whole thing, you and ada in your room, And we were sitting downstairs just chatting about the movie, but I was trying to keep quiet about your business.” She pauses waiting for you to reply. you sigh heavily. "we should probably stop this conversation here because I’ve got to meet with sherry right now...” she nods. “I see..could you keep this between you and me?”

“yeah..yeah no problem.”

“i'll get going now.." Claire says walking away and back downstairs leaving.

"Alright..talk later." You nod, closing the door behind you slowly and looking concerned , you turn around only to find ada standing by the door watching you. "hey babe..what did she say to you?" She asks.

"she knew."

“What?!”

"She knows we're seeing each other, but she said she would keep quiet about this and not tell the others.” You say, looking down, not wanting to look her in the eye.

"wow.." she takes a deep breath and wraps her arm around your shoulders, pulling you into her. "she's a good listener... but she cares about us. I don't wanna be exposed to the others and she knows how I feel.” You sigh, "yeah she does.” ada mumbled. "look at me." she pulls your chin up to look at her face. "no matter what happens, if they find out about our relationship let them..”

"Let them think what they wanna,” you shake your head slightly, "they can't make us break up because of some stupid rumors they hear, and I'm not breaking up with you over something like this." She kisses you gently, "I love you..”.

“I love you too.” You smile lightly holding her hand in yours and caressing it softly. "however,” she began to speak, "I still think we should tell them tonight, so they can stop pestering us..”

"And you think this will help us?” you said puzzled

.

"well you haven't mentioned our relationship yet to them, so maybe i’ll send a message to the groupchat and finally leave us be.” You said grabbing your phone off the nightstand texting the groupchat about your relationship with ada and that you’ve been keeping it a secret from everyone, and to keep their noses out of your affairs.

After a couple hours later, you went to sleep in ada's arms after dinner and bath. you woke up in a tangle of limbs. ‘i hope she’s okay sleeping next to me..’ you think snuggling into ada more, enjoying her warmth, she stirs in her sleep and moves towards you wrapping her arms tightly around you in a hug. you smile softly and drift off to sleep again.

[mossyivy]

NSFW Under the Cut (Bubs is a nickname btw)

A/N: If you saw the first post of this, no you didn't.

Imagine Himbo!Chris as your manager

He's usually a strict manager, but he actually quite likes the newest hire Preppy! Reader. He even considers her a friend. Chris isn't the smartest guy around but what he lacks upstairs he makes up for in muscle. He's a massive guy, looks like a linebacker but hasn't touched a football since playing with his sister Claire in childhood. He's a little intimidating even if he doesn't mean to be.

You've been late to work twice this week because you slept late from studying too much the night before. Midterms are coming up and you're so stressed out everything feels like a thousand times harder to deal with. But, Chris has let you off the hook twice now and you know he's gonna say something today since it's your third time being late.

You walk through the front door, not seeing him in usually spot picking up the returns to put back in the system, maybe he's not in yet... Leon shoots you his usual dirty look behind the checkout but smirks afterwards. Watching you walk back towards the break room to clock in. Pushing the door open you see Chris leaning against the counter with his beefy arms crossed over his broad chest.

Fuck...

"You're late again," he starts gruffly, pressing off the lower cabinets to meet you at the time clock, "I called Leon to see if you were in yet and he told me you were late again."

Of course he would, fucking rat...

"I'm sorry, I overslept again... Midterms are-"

"A killer, I know. But if Leon and Ashley can both be on time, so can you." He takes in a deep breath, he must be actually upset with the lack of his usual kindness. It's kinda cute how much he's trying to fight back his irritation.

"Look, I like you, I really do. And I don't want to have to write you up... So you're staying late today. Putting away the new inventory with me after everyone else leaves." You open your lips to protest, raising his hand he stops you.

"Inventory or write up?" You sigh, biting the inside of your cheek as his brows knit together, looking down at you. You actually liked this side of Chris?

"Inventory..." You mumble as he nods with a slight smirk.

"That's my girl."

Oh.

His boss demeanor drops immediately, patting you on the middle of your lower back as he passes by, making a tingle fly up your spine.

"I'll be doing returns if you need me."

The day drags, 6pm rolling around eventually. Jill staying behind for a bit as she looks over at you from the front door.

"Inventory, all alone with the boss. Sounds like a recipe for disaster," she smirks, leaning closer to you as you roll your eyes, "he's pretty hot, I wouldn't blame you. An that's coming from a Lesbian... And his best friend."

"It's not like that, Jill. He's punishing me." Jill visibly bites her lip, her labret piercing touching her front teeth as she raises her eyebrows.

"You're really not good at deterring me, Bubs..." You groan, she chuckles pulling her coat on.

"It's not... He has a policy about..." You really have no idea what to say, why would she even put that idea in your head? It's not like Chris would show any interest in his employees. He hasn't before at least. Jill's his friend since childhood and gay. Ashley barely just turned 19. And Leon... Is Leon.

Why would you be any different?

"Bye Bubs, have fun with Chris, but not too much fun." She teased, pressing the door open as you wave goodbye. You walk over, locking the door and shutting the neon sign off. Grabbing your coffee from the checkout you down it, throwing it in the trash behind the counter before heading back to the storage room.

Reaching the storage room you step inside, finding Chris stacking smaller boxes of kids books on the dolly. He lifts his head, turning as he dusts his hands off. He smiles at you, sweetly like he usually does. His dopey smile making your stomach do a flip, thinking back to what Jill said.

"Hey," he gestures to the dolly before looking back at you again, "kid section needs to be restocked, thought it would too heavy for you."

That was sweet of him, not wanting you to strain yourself. But of course not, that be making him short a much needed employee. At least that's what you say to your brain to stop wandering.

"Thanks Boss." You give a fake salute before grabbing your dolly and heading out to the kids section. Pushing past the small colorful tables and animal chairs you pull out your box cutter from your skirt pocket and rip the box open. Starting to place books in the younger side of the shelves you hear the door to storage open. Out walking Chris carrying two huge boxes on his shoulders, not breaking a sweat or skin red in the slightest.

"God damn..." You catch yourself mumbling, you know Chris was jacked but Jesus Christ. Two huge boxes into the fantasy section? Those books were usually thicker than your college textbooks. How much does this guy lift?! You blink, eyes burning with the realization you were staring at him. He's none the wiser, back turned towards you as he reaches up pushing the books onto the top shelf.

You continue putting books away, finishing with the toddler stuff and throw the box to the side, starting on the next one. You glance back over at Chris as he tossed his first box to the side. Watching him kick the box over to the next shelf, twirl his box cutter before ripping the tape off and back to work.

You crane your neck over the shelf watching his shirt ride up on him. Seeing the waistband of his boxers over his sweatpants that somehow fit to his ass perfectly. Calvin Klein printed in white over the black band, you'll have to say a prayer later to him for the blessing of the sight you get to see. Chris turns to the side, stretching his arms above his head, shirt riding up again. Tilting your head your see the tips of his V-line, the trail of hair leading to his navel and the curves of his bottom abs. Sculpted to literal perfection...

He has to be doing this on purpose now, right? Cause honestly if it was he was getting your engine to purr with very little effort. Honestly, it's kind of embarrassing. Did what Jill said affect you that much?

Although, Chris is the type of guy to be hit on constantly and barely notice. Just thinking people are being nice to him.

His head quickly juts towards you, quickly looking away you make it look like you were working and not planning what you were going to rub one out to later...

"Need help?" His deep voice fills the space as you give a quick no, squeakier then you had intended it to be. He chuckles, going back to work as you try fighting the heat rising in your neck.

You almost just got caught ogling your boss. Thank God Chris isn't the most perceptive guy around when it came to social awareness or that might have ended with a pink slip. You quickly finish up the kids books as Chris finishes the fantasy section. He looks back to you as he collects the boxes and smiles.

"Head over to the adult section. I'll grab the boxes."

Adult section... Right, you completely forgot Chris had been talking about turning his old office into the adult section after he took a corner of the break room to work in. You nod, heading over quickly as he grabs the dolly and walks off. Walking inside you look at the tall shelves lining the walls and the few tables already lined with books. Looking down at the table you read off a few of the titles in your head, one catching your eye in particular.

How to please your man like a pornstar.

A blunt and to the point title. At least you know what you're getting before you open the cover.

"So this is the kinda crap you like to read?" Chris enters the room with a soft 'tsk. Pushing in the dolly with a few large boxes and the creaky old wooden step stool on top.

"No, just being nosy."

"Mmhm, nosy," he teases, pushing the cart to the shelves. "sure you aren't trying to pick something out for your boyfriend I'm not supposed to know about?"

"I don't have a boyfriend." Chris looks at you over his shoulder, giving you a look like he doesn't believe you.

"Girlfriend? Talking to anyone?" He questions, you shake your head. You both start tearing open boxes and putting away books on shelves. The silence taking over for a few minutes as you ponder his questions.

"You think people like me that much?" You smirk, looking back over at him as he laughs.

"Figured a girl like you would have at least someone sniffing around. I mean... You even get Leon to turn his head once in a while and he's as responsive as wet bread to women."

A girl like you. What exactly does that mean?

"Ew, no. He's the worst and the last person I want looking at me. Besides, that be against the rules." His face shifts, looking confused for a minute.

"Rules?" You scrunch your nose up.

"No dating coworkers?"

"Oh! Yeah, that. No, my Dad wrote those rules and I just haven't had the heart to change the employee handbook after him and Mom died. I'd have to run it by Claire and..." His voice trails off for a few seconds, you getting the jist of it. He turns back to putting books away quietly.

"Still a sore subject for her?"

"Yeah." You nod, understanding the meaning behind it.

"So, you don't care?"

"As long as you assholes don't beat the customers, wear what little uniform you have and show up on time I don't care. It's not my business. Just don't let it affect your job."

Good to know.

You two work in silence for a long while. Eventually Chris pops the step stool open. Moving to put the more "extreme" books on high shelves in case stupid kids wander in unattended. Don't want a child being scarred, that's a lawsuit waiting to happen.

"Bubs." You snap your attention to him holding the stool. He sets it down next to you.

"Yes, Sir?" He blinks with a smirk, huffing for a moment.

"Don't ever call me that again," you giggle with a nod, "you mind doing the top shelves? I have a feeling this stool would snap under me if I even breathed near it."

"So you want me to file the Workman Comp case?" You joke, Chris squinting his big brown eyes for a second.

"You'll be fine, I'll be here to spot you and hand you books."

You agree, reluctantly. Stepping up to the top rung Chris starts handing you the first set of books, staring at you intently. It felt a lot different than a mindful stare, almost like he was watching you purposefully. Shifting back and forth in place every few minutes. Bouncing his legs. You knew he got bored easily but you've never seen him this jittery.

Oddly enough it didn't take long for you both to get to the last shelf, checking your watch to see it's nearly 8pm by now. Rolling your neck you climb back up on the stool, stepping onto the top plank.

Looking down you gesture for a book, Chris shuffles, turning away quickly and grabbing some books from the box, handing them up to you. He turns away, still standing behind you, a tad bit closer than before. Pushing the last book onto the shelf you look back at him as he keeps moving around.

"Are you okay? You seem antsy." He looks back at you, tanned skin a dusty rose color, he looks like he's contemplating what to say. Grabbing the last set of books and hands them up to you before he speaks.

"I'm fine," he insists, "just hot in here."

He clears his throat, pulling at his v-neck near his rose tattoo on his neck. You turn back to the shelf, putting the books away, leaning for the last one. The book slips from your hand hitting the floor as the stool starts to tilt to the side and you try gripping the shelf to stop from falling. Arms wrap around you as the stool topples over, lifting you from the fall. Toned arms around your waist, big hands flat against your belly as his hand accidentally went under your button up and his head in the middle of your back.

"Jesus Christ Bubs. Gave me a damn heart attack." Slowly his arms lower you to the floor, weirdly hunching to put you down. You feel embarrassed, bending over to grab the book as he grabs the stool. Your head turns, eyes shifting as he stands up straight. Your eyes making contact with the massive imprint in his sweatpants. Your jaw drops, turning away immediately.

Oh, oh God he's hard... Did I do that!? Has he been like that the entire time??

You shift and try your hardest to reach to put the book of the shelf. Even standing on your top toes. Chris comes up behind you, putting a hand on your hip, taking the book from you and stands on his own toes to reach. Sliding the book into place with ease. You feel him brush your other hip with his own.

Couldn't he have just done that the entire time?

You give him an odd look as he steps back, folding the stool up, and holding it in front of himself. Oblivious to the fact you already saw his hard on.

"That should be everything..." He takes a few steps back, you nod, quickly stepping past him.

"I'm gonna go grab my purse and head out." You move to head towards the break room when he grabs your shoulder, stopping you.

"Let me walk you to your car, it's dark out. I don't want you putting yourself at risk. Just, let me use the bathroom first."

Damn him and his kind nature...

You nod, following him to the break room and grab your bag as he slips into the employee bathroom.

Walking out of the back you stop at the front door, turning the overhead lights out. The only lights on being the dimly lit sconces along the walls. You start thinking about... Knowing what's probably happening in that bathroom right now. Your thoughts start drifting to the thought of his hand down his pants, trying desperately to stay quiet and get himself get some relief before facing you again.

Then Jill's words drift into your mind again.

He's pretty hot, I wouldn't blame you.

She's not wrong... Chris is hot. And obviously he thinks you are too if you're the cause of his big problem. Should you even be thinking this way? He's your boss. It be unprofessional and possibly really awkward if anything happened... Well more than what already did.

"Ready?" You turn seeing Chris carrying his coat over his arm, walking through the store.

"Yeah." You both step out of the store, stopping to watch Chris lock up. He smiles at you as you start walking towards your car. Quickly, he steps around you, walking along the street side.

It's not odd for Chris to be this sweet but this feels like he's trying to impress you almost.

"Such a gentleman." You smirk, crossing under a streetlight. He smiles wide, bumping your arm with his.

"Maybe if you're good I'll lay my coat across a puddle and you can walk over it."

Is he flirting with me?

You scoff, shaking your head.

"If I'm good? I'm a model employee, thank you."

"Expect for being 20 minutes late three times this week... Be grateful I like having you around." You feel your cheeks heat up as you both stop at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change.

"Wow, you like having me around. What do you have a crush on me or something?" You joke, stepping off the sidewalk and into the double white lines. Chris staying on the curb for a few seconds before quickly catching up.

"What if I did?" He asks, turning his head to look at you as you two turn into the parking lot on the corner. Looking at him, his face is red. The look in his eyes says so much as you stop at the back of your car.

"Look," he stops, leaning against your bumper as you join him, "can I say something that we can... Both just look past if it gets awkward or weird?"

"As long as you're not about to tell me that you're stalking me or something." Chris shakes his head, smile faltering.

"I know I'm your boss and I shouldn't look at you like I do... But it's hard not to think you're really pretty and I want to take you out when I'm around you constantly. And if you don't feel that way we can pretend this never happened and I'll just walk away..."

He's even sweet when expecting rejection...

You just stare at him for a moment as he stands up quickly.

"Right. I'm sorry for saying anything." You reach out, grabbing his hand as you stand up.

"I'm not sure about my feelings but I know I'm attracted to you and you're really sweet. So, I wouldn't mind going on a date and seeing where this goes... I think I'd be a complete idiot for not at least trying with you." He sighs in relief, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles with a goofy smile.

"Tomorrow after work? A Movie and dinner?" He seems so eager, you snicker to yourself.

"Sounds great." You smile, moving in to give him a kiss on the cheek. His smile turns to a full blown grin, looking you up and down.

"Call me when you get home." He gives a fake salute as you turn back to unlock your car door. Looking back over your shoulder you see him exiting the parking lot to head back towards his apartment over the store. And as you climb in, pulling on the door to close it. You swear you hear a faint cheer of yes from the distance.

[epheyll]

halloween special | resident evil headcannons

mostly just fluffy ideas for trick or treating together and fall festivities <3

➥ unedited

➥ leon kennedy, carlos oliveira, chris redfield, ethan winters

➥ 793 words

leon kennedy

♡ leon is the type to dress up with you for halloween. despite the two of you being adults, he insists you at least walk around the block to enjoy the decorations.

♡ he invites you to the party the police station throws and gets pranked almost as soon as he arrives.

♡ he enjoys carving pumpkins with you and then roasting the seeds. his jack-o-lanterns are usually on the cuter side, though it's not from a lack of effort of trying to make them scary. he's just really bad at carving pumpkins.

♡ "come on, this one's really scary!" leon insisted as he turned his pumpkin around to reveal uneven jagged teeth. the dopey eyes made the pumpkin anything but scary, though. he seemed so proud, though, that you nodded your head, agreeing that it was scary. "let's give him a name. he needs a properly scary name."

you grinned as you turned your pumpkin around to present a much more even smile, though it admittedly wasn't scary either. "what about jack?"

"you're not very creative."

"that's what he is, isn't he?" you gave leon a pout, and he gave you a briefly amused look before nodding his head. "jack the pumpkin it is then."

carlos oliveira

♡ carlos isn't the biggest on halloween in particular, but he does insist that you two watch at least one scary movie.

♡ he always orders pizza and puts on the cheesiest movie he can find for the both of you to enjoy the night.

♡ he really just secretly likes the way you cling to his arm whenever you get scared. hence why he's decided to make horror movie-watching a halloween tradition.

♡ "don't tell me you're scared already?" carlos looked down at you, an amused twinkle in his eyes. you glared up at him, pinching his arm in protest. "ow!" he complained as he took a bite of his slice of pizza.

"you know i hate horror movies," you insisted as you looked back at the screen. carlos tilted your chin back towards him, grinning as you refused to meet his eyes. his thumb lazily caressed your jawline.

he leaned down, lips grazing the corner of your mouth. "it's not about watching the movie anyways."

chris redfield

♡ chris hated halloween. he was all for fun and parties, but he'd seen enough scary things to last him a lifetime.

♡ he did know, however, that you enjoyed halloween quite a bit. so while he refused to go out with you during the night, he did agree to stay home and make some treats.

♡ when he saw you were upset about him not wanting to go to a party with you, he surprised you by making special halloween cookies. they, of course, were from a package, but he had tried his best.

♡ "come on, you can't pout at me all night." chris complained as he wrapped his arms loosely around your waist, bending down so he could be more eye-level with you. "these cookies might suck, but i made them with love."

you looked at chris through your lashes, unimpressed, but you took a bite of the little pumpkin cookie. you didn't want to admit it because of your pride, but you mumbled a little, "not bad." he could see the grin trying to slip up on your face and knew that you were pleased.

"you're a messy eater. let me try some." chris hummed, but instead of going for the cookie, he was quite content to pull you in for a kiss.

ethan winters

♡ when rose was old enough, the two of you had immediately gone to take her trick or treating. you both wanted to give rose a normal life to help her forget all the bad things that had happened. and to help ethan.

♡ so you both made it a point to make lots of memories with the little girl. ethan often times wasn't the type to dress up, but he didn't mind helping you as long as you were practical.

♡ he was usually the more responsible one between the two of you and always insisted on pampering you and making sure you were okay.

♡ as rose waddled up to a house, staying in your sight the whole time, you and ethan close behind her, ethan saw you shiver. "cold?" he asked, lips quirking slightly.

before the two of you had left the house, he had insisted you take a jacket to which you refused. a bad decision now, but you didn't want him to be smug about it. "not at all." you grumbled.

ethan rolled his eyes playfully as he slipped his jacket off and wrapped it around your shoulders before following after sweet rosemary, hand in hand with you.

[just--a-lurker]

what the dog doin

Dog hybrid!Leon S. Kennedy x fem K9 handler!reader

Total words: 3.6k

One of the hybrids at your new job causes a lot more trouble for you than you can ever imagine.

warnings: !!18+!! !!MDNI!! noncon/rape, biting, violence, gore, gun mention, breeding kink, somnophilia, knotting, public sex, hybrids, bestiality-ish (hybrids not considered as people despite them being mostly human), Leon is sort of yandere in this

a/n: this is technically my first fic (💀) so it’s a bit rough, and anything in this that makes you go “huh that actually isn’t that bad” is probably thanks to this getting a read-over + suggestions by the much more talented @noowayybroo​ who also writes great fics that are infinitely better than this one (they’re actually good, go read them!!)  I picture re2 leon with this but it doesn’t really matter. title is because i can’t title things and it’s funny to me (i am dying of irony poisoning). formatting on tumblr is terrible what the hell

You are hired as the new K9 handler at the local police station. When you arrive for your first day, the chief brings you to the kennels and introduces you to the dogs that you'll be training while you're here. You’re a bit nervous, this job being the first time you really get to test your skills, but you try your best to not let your apprehension show.

You come face-to-face with a group of stern-faced dogboys, who are obediently sitting, waiting for your commands. Well, most of them are. They seem to have lined up by seniority, and despite your view of the dogs later in the line being blocked by some of the bigger dogs, a light-colored dog at the very end catches your attention with all of his movement. Approaching the smallest dog at the end of the line causes him to become overexcited, jumping up to try and touch you. 

K9 recruit Kennedy, or Leon, according to the engraving his basic collar had, enthusiastically greets you by standing up and licking your cheek. His long, fluffy tail wags excitedly as he starts to... bounce? Out of happiness. He manages to stand still for just a few moments so he can say something to you, but you can tell it’s taking all of his effort to stop moving.

"It's so nice to meet you! Hi! I'm Leon! I love you!"

You’re amused by the pup’s declaration, and scratch behind his ears when he bows his head to you. You find his mannerisms charming, if a bit out of place, and you wonder if he knows he’ll be completely still and calm like the other dogs after you train him.  The chief states that officer Kennedy is the newest and youngest of the group, and he arrived after the old handler left, so he hasn't had any training at all. 

"He's eager but a bit of a troublemaker. Shouldn't be a problem for you though, of course." The chief laughs, patting you on your shoulder before leaving you to your devices with the dogs. 

You go through exercises with the entire pack, pleased to see that most of them were already well-trained and would just need practice to maintain that training. You give extra attention to Leon, who is indeed eager to follow your orders, but seems constantly distracted. He has lots of energy and seems to prefer pets and scratches behind his fluffy ears to any kind of treat. He seems to be getting along well with the other dogboys, but after a week of you being there, something about Leon changed.

He was still the overexcited puppy you knew him as, but he was a lot more distracted than normal. You catch Leon staring at you with a dopey look on his face, responding to nothing until you gently pat him on his head or he sees you interact with another dog. Leon doesn’t like this, getting into fights with whichever dogboy you seemed to favor over him, who much to the other dog’s credit, shrugs Leon off and ignores him. He constantly takes your items and hides them, his favorite item being the keys to the kennel, which he hides in what you feel like infinite amounts of obscure spots around the room. Whatever the item is, you end up being stuck in there for an extra hour until you find them. Any discipline you dish out is met with that same, stupid smile, and you watched his tail thump on the ground happily, even when you called him a "bad dog". All of this was starting to get to you, but you figured that you can eventually train him out of it. After all, he's still new, and maybe he's still adjusting to having to interact with you. At least, this is what you would have thought if he weren't getting more... physical with you.

Constantly following you around, even after you dismiss him so you can train the other dogs, he curls around your feet and bites down on your clothes to stop you from walking away from him. He shoves his face into your crotch, forcing you to push him away roughly. He takes the opportunity to lick at your groin if you take too long to push him away, and as your reaction to the sudden shock of wetness and warmth quickened, the more often he would try to press himself there. You eventually place him in a crate while you are working in the kennel as you can’t do anything productive without him tripping you up.

Leon isn’t too happy about this, and howls loudly the entire time, forcing you to muzzle him in order to prevent noise complaints from your coworkers. The muzzle only stays on until he quiets down and promises to behave, but it wouldn't even be 5 minutes before he misbehaves again, and you feel his tongue on your clothed ass. All you can do is sigh in disappointment and drag a whimpering Leon back into his crate. You would think that being publicly humiliated in front of the other dogs would act as a deterrent, but it was as if Leon didn't care at all for their thoughts.

It isn’t just his behavior that is strange. You feel embarrassed to even notice this, but he sports an almost constant hard-on, which was laughed off at the vet as "just something that dogs have sometimes, it'll go away soon." but you're glad to know that he has a clean bill of health otherwise. You're not sure why he's so naughty lately -- you wish that there would be at least some paperwork regarding his history before he came to the precinct --but it's as if they picked him directly off of the street. You're worried that his behavior is due to hormonal reasons, and if it gets any worse it can only be fixed by, well, fixing him.

You spend more time training the pack, with Leon showing some progress whenever he isn’t trying to press himself on you. You really hope that his problems won't crop up in more serious situations, and you pray to whatever higher power is out there that he isn’t called to a scene anytime soon. Of course, when all the other dogs were unavailable, you are called to bring a dog over to investigate a crime scene. You walk towards the officers already present with Leon in tow, trying to keep him at an appropriate distance. Leon is overjoyed to finally reach the site and hugs your leg after you stop in front of the two officers. You harshly pull at his collar when you feel him trying to subtly grind on your shoe, giving him a stern look. The other officers smile at you and pet Leon’s head, which thankfully makes him stop humping you.

While you're getting briefed, a shot nearby briefly deafens you as one of your fellow officers collapses, head burst on the pavement. You try to grab Leon to duck somewhere safely while you figure out who is shooting at you, but Leon seems to have gotten spooked or got lost in the chaos, as he is nowhere in sight. You can only wish that whoever was firing at you will take pity on the poor pup. You peek out from your cover to try and get more information, but you’re shoved unceremoniously on the ground as one of the instigators hits your kneecaps with the butt of their gun, before pointing the nozzle at your head.

"Not even an actual cop, just the dumb dog-fucker." They sneer, before hitting you with the gun again, this time a hard butt to your jaw.

"Guess you weren't a good bitch for him if he completely abandoned you like this."

You're completely discombobulated from the assault and you close your eyes to stop the light from making the agonizing pain in your head worse. You tear up from the sting of pain and your failure, and you can only sniffle as the gunman starts to pull the trigger.

A loud growl comes from behind your attacker, and a blur of fluffy blond tail and sun-kissed skin leaps at the assaulter. Their gun is knocked out of their hands, and you only belatedly realize that the liquid leaving their throat is their blood gushing out by the pint. You're still in shock, but the gruesome sight brings you to some of your senses and you quickly realize that Leon is going to kill that person if he doesn’t stop now. You order Leon to let go, as the assailant is definitely not going to be able to hurt anything for quite a while, but to your dismay Leon does not immediately follow your order. Leon looks directly at you, crunching down hard one last time, before trotting up to you with a wide smile that would be otherwise cute if blood and sinew wasn't smeared all over his face. His fluffy tail wagged happily, and he looked imploringly at you for a treat. 

"I did good! I protected my mate!"

You ignore his second statement, and look at Leon with apprehension. You have a fleeting thought about petting him just in case he decides to turn that aggression towards you - but your rational brain takes over and you don't want to reward him for a near-fatal mauling, and you’re kind of confident that he wouldn’t attack you at the moment. You make sure the coast is clear before quickly turning around (and holding yourself back from comforting Leon after he lets out the most pitiful whine) and call for medical attention for the unfortunate person. As the EMT whisks them away, and feeling more secure with other people around you, you scold Leon. You bring him to the drying pool of blood and make him look at it.

"Bad boy!" A light smack on his cheek.

"Listen to me when I tell you to let go!" A rougher smack on his left arm, of which he was trying to wrap around you.

"No more treats for the next month!" You force his neck to turn towards you, and are pained by his teary-eyed expression.

"But I protected you! I was good!"

"Good boys do exactly what I say."

"But-"

You push him to the ground and start walking back to the station, giving very little slack to the leash. You try to ignore his small whines of, "but I was being a good mate."

After writing your report about the entire incident, you were given a special assignment. Leon's behavior was found unacceptable by both you and your bosses, so he needed intensive training outside of work hours, or he’ll be put down. You thought that was a harsh punishment – shouldn’t they at least try to neuter him first? – but you shudder at the thought of Leon attacking some poor vet tech as savagely as he did that gunman. You were still upset at him, but you thought he still had potential, so you decided to take him to your house. You reason that Leon needs some time with you alone so he'd get his fill of your presence and maybe he'll start to act right. You set up a little dog bed for him on the ground, but he pouts and tearfully exclaims, 

"I don't want to sleep on the ground! Too cold, not near you!"

You figure that he was just nervous, and the way his ears dropped tugged at your heartstrings, so you let him sleep with you for a few days to make him comfortable.

Big mistake.

Leon refuses to bathe and insists on rolling around in your bed. He drools all over the sheets and you think he's trying to mark the bed with other bodily fluids as well, the sheets smelling foul at the end of the day. You eventually get him in the tub, but he throws a fit and never lets go of your hands the entire time, splashing water everywhere with his tail out of excitement… or spite. To top it off he gets moodier whenever you need to wash your bedsheets due to whatever it was that Leon was doing to them. 

It can and does get worse; you wake up some nights to Leon humping your leg, whimpering and drooling as he desperately seeks his release. You, waking up from some of the deepest rests of your life (Leon, despite being a nuisance, is very warm, and that was apparently all you needed for your mild insomnia to be fixed) can only muster the energy to be mildly annoyed by this, and give him a kick to make him stop. He does, and curls up in shame afterwards, but only for a little while, before he's right back to it.

Outside of your sleeping arrangement, Leon continues to be a menace. He makes a complete mess of the house, with him being clever enough to escape the crate (but not clever enough to not brag about it to you, telling you how much of a "smart mate" he is) and you think he's been taking your unwashed laundry and storing it somewhere you can't find it. You're wearing your last pieces of clean clothes before you finally find the pile behind an unused crawl space underneath the stairs, with the clothes feeling very... crusty. You confront Leon about this, but he only tilts his head and pants, the movement drawing your attention to his disgustingly hard (and slimy? Ugh, you shouldn't look too close at it) cock twitching whenever you speak to him. 

Leon continues to act strangely, and you're worried that he might be sick. While you're scheduling another appointment to the vet, Leon suddenly hugs you from behind and nuzzles your neck. You're about to harshly reprimand him before he asks you to take him for a walk at his favorite park.

"Please! Please! I'll be good if you take me! Please!"

You feel bad for him, knowing that going to the vet is an unpleasant experience for any dogboy, and you tell him that you'll take him to the park the morning of the appointment, but only if he lets you go right now. He reluctantly obliges, and you're finally able to make the actual appointment.

"C'mon boy, what's the matter?" You tug on his leash gently to get him to move, but he lets out a growl. 

The day comes, and it starts off like any normal day –well, as normal as it can be with Leon living with you. You wake up, noting no disruptions at night, but Leon was already at his food bowl jumping around. When you go to fill it, he has a concerning gleam in his eyes that you at first think is a sign of his illness getting worse. You felt bad about everything that Leon went through lately and decided to take him on a walk immediately after he's done eating, as whatever you have to do can wait.

You put the leash on his collar (and you think you hear a faint growl but chalk it up to it being early and you being groggy) and make your way to the park. It's beautiful outside, and you opted for light-weight clothing. The park was mostly empty as it was very early in the morning, and besides Leon barking at the occasional jogger that passed by, everything was going smoothly. You’re enjoying yourself, happy to have a pleasant experience with Leon for once. You think Leon is also enjoying it, but you seem to have misjudged him – when the two of you reach the very end of the park trail, he stops moving and stands very still.

He asks, "Why don't you love me? I’m a good mate!" You freeze, never having had Leon growl at you before. You approach him cautiously and crouch down to him at his eye-level. 

"Leon, of course I love you, you're just a little bit sick okay? After we go to the vet I'll bring you lots of treats and cuddles." You gently pat his head, noting the way his ears seem to be stuck stiffly upright. You give him a kiss on his cheek before turning around and walking back towards the entrance of the park. The leash is almost jerked out of your hands as Leon moves the other way. 

"Baby, what's wrong with you today? You asked to come here!" You approach Leon hoping he would give some sort of response, but as you stand a few feet away you only see Leon staring intensely at you. The look in his eyes was worrying you, only seeing him gawk at something like this when he was about to eat.

"Leon. Come on. We can't stay here all day." You walk away from Leon, but you don't get too far. Suddenly, he sprints towards you and jumps on your back, the force pushing you on your knees.

You let out a startled yelp as Leon cages you with his arms, the leash knocked out of your hands. His weight keeps you down on the grass, and you can feel his muscles working to keep you down through your thin shirt. You order him to get off of you, but he snarls and bites down hard on your shoulder. Muffled by your shoulder skin, you feel more than hear him say, "Need to show you that you're my mate. Mine, mine, mine-"

Somewhere between the throbs of pain coming from the bite, the vibrations of his groans, and the feel of the dry grass on your hands, you feel Leon's cock sliding over your crotch.

"Stay. Mate." He rumbles out after licking the wound on your shoulder a few times. He sits up on his haunches to remove your pants and underwear, your kicks at him pitiful as your legs were effortlessly held in place. Once those were out of the way, you can feel his hot breath directly hitting your exposed cunt. You feel your face heating up from embarrassed horror as he buries his nose into it. A smothered moan leaves him, the vibrations causing you to moan as well. Leon rubs his face into your bare crotch, slick soaking his face, your moans spurring him on. After he had his fill of your scent, he aggressively laps at your cunt, his wide tongue able to cup the entirety of your vulva. He pulls his head away for a brief moment, staring at your pussy in awe.

“So good. Just as I thought…”

He stuffs his tongue deep into your opening and swirls his tongue around, the wet appendage making you shiver disgracefully from the pressure. The taste was making his cock jump and drool precum from arousal. One hand gripped your hip, leaving several scratches from his claws. The other hand was moved to your clit and rubbed harshly, and the combination from the pleasure of his tongue and the pain from his sharp nails teasing your clit causes you to orgasm shamefully fast. Any fight you have leaves you as your brain completely blanks out.

Leon laps up your fluids as you shake. After a few more licks that he savored, he moves back up to your neck. He licks a stripe from your bite wound to your nose. You grind on his crotch, which encourages him to line his painfully aroused cock at your entrance. You reach around and help guide the tip into you, and Leon slides right in. You let out a squeak as Leon immediately sets a fast and rough pace. The slaps of his thighs on your ass sounding incredibly lewd in contrast to the otherwise peacefully quiet park. Leon's cock reached deep inside of you, and the unique texture only enhanced your arousal. The tip of his tapered cock lightly tapped your cervix every time he shallowly thrusted into you, and your painfully clenching uterus causes your cunt to squeeze around Leon. The pain is too much, black spots filling your vision. Before you can pass out, you reach your second orgasm, and your spasming walls massage Leon's cock as he pistons in and out of you. The orgasm only delays your inevitable fainting spell, making you hypersensitive to every movement of Leon's body. Soon you feel something thick getting caught at your entrance with Leon's frantic thrusts. You're only faintly aware of what was about to happen, finally realizing what it was as Leon mutters about breeding you full of his pups. It's as if your head was dunked in a bucket of ice water, and you try to push Leon off of you with your trembling legs.

"L-Leon no! Don't knot me! Bad dog!" Your pleas are met with a growl and Leon pulling you back into him. What feels like a baseball stretches you open painfully, and you feel blistering hot fluid deep in your nether regions, each load making your pussy throb. Leon settles down and gives small, happy licks on your face, removing your tears. He maneuvers you and himself into a more comfortable position, and between his groans you can almost make out his praises for you for taking his knot so well.

You and Leon lay there on the park grounds in this compromising position, and had the knot not been pressing and pulsing directly on your g-spot you perhaps would've cared more about being naked from the waist-down with a dog stuck inside of you for who-knows-how long, and the amount of blood you are losing from the cuts (now more like lacerations) would likely need a medical professional to stitch then up. You suddenly feel exhausted, and Leon's warmth surrounding you inside and out allows you to finally pass out on the grass. You’re still asleep by the time Leon pops his knot out and admires your gaping cunt, before dragging you into the forest that is bordering the park's edge.

Guess you won't be making that vet appointment today.

[groovycat18]

So, on a whim, I decided to re-read Muppet Snow White, and afterward, went to the Muppet Wiki to see what the different covers for the comic book issues looked like, when I came upon this note:

“Jesse Blaze Snyder [one of the writers for the comic] originally wanted to cast Beard [from Jim Henson Hour] as the replacement Dopey, in addition to including cameos by many other Jim Henson Hour characters, but was later told he couldn’t use them (though Beard does pop up at the night club in issue #3)”

In the actual comic book, Rowlf the Dog was made the replacement Dopey of the Seven Dwarfs and the only reference to Jim Henson Hour was someone suggesting the Seven Dwarfs be renamed Solid Foam, the name of the band in JHH.

The very fact that Snyder wanted to include such an obscure bunch of characters into the Muppet Snow White comic excited me a lot, and the fact that his idea was shot down irritates me a lot, too.

I mean, just what characters would’ve had cameos in MSW? Leon the Lizard? Vicki? Zondra? Ubu? DIGIT?! (I know a lot of Muppet fans who are familiar with JHH would’ve LOVED to see him, at least) Clifford does have a cameo in the comic, but only as his shade-less Muppets Tonight self (which I’m not a very big fan of, to be honest)

Though, personally, I don’t know if Beard would’ve been the best choice to add to the Seven Dwarfs. I mean, he played guitar, which was what Janice, or Happy as she was called in MSW, did. What would’ve been their instrumental roles in the band had Beard actually been the new recruit? Would Janice keep her instrument or be moved to something else, allowing Beard to take the role? It’s pretty hard to say.

I think if Snyder was going to choose anyone from Solid Foam to be in the Seven Dwarfs, it probably should've been Digit. I mean, Digit played keyboard, so he could’ve taken Dr. Teeth’s role in the instrumental part of the band, allowing the good doctor to take the role of lead vocals, like he did in the actual comic when Rowlf joined.

But that’s just my thoughts on this information, and I just wanted to share this fact in here for anyone who would care.

To the Jim Henson Hour fans: I think we were robbed.

[biohazard2017]

tell me about leon and Chris what makes them gay

oh BROTHER ok listen. just listen okay

so leon and chris dont meet in canon til re6. theyre both two of the biggest leads from the franchise and their meeting was really advertised as a selling point of the game. we get into the game. chris is suffering from amnesia and desperately wants to kill ada wong for killing his team. this is the only thing he remembers of his past life going into china. leon on the other hand is following ada bc of his own reasons (i will not go into how chris is following the clone ada who is racefaking) they meet. they have a short fist fight. leon obviously recognises chris. Chris Recognises Leon. this is the first person hes remembered. he didnt remember his sister. he didnt remember the organisation he basically founded. but he remembers leon. and leon leaves him with "i know youll do the right thing" and from that point chris recovers. he gets out of his rage-filled haze of the past 2 chapters and finally remembers that hes a captain and a mentor and he doesnt try to kill ada wong (even though he kinda should). a single conversation with leon literally did what 6 months of isolation and piers' intervention couldnt.

and then in vendetta. the divorced exes energy is off the charts. leon is pissy and short with chris and chris loses his cool with him really easily (which makes sense bc leon's depressive alcoholic spiral at the start of the movie is what chris went through those 6 months of amnesia). chris says how long are you going to keep drinking your sorrows away and leon says he doesnt make plans that far ahead. and then leon Gets involved and start fighting and what not and theyre this well-oiled machine. the first canonical fight chris and leon do together and its basically perfect, theyre watching each others backs, theyre providing cover, its insane to watch. then leon saves chris' life, and then chris saves leon's life. and then they get back to their chopper. and leon says "chris how long are we going to keep fighting" and chris has this dopey smile and goes "i dont make plans thaf far ahead" and leon just goes :) and like they eat waffle house together or whatever afterwards

theyre just so INTERESTING. the parallels of them. chris got involved bc it was personal. bc a superior he trusted was actually high-up in umbrella and using them as a testbed for their bows. he basically spent his life to destroy umbrella, and then to destroy wesker. leon however got involved purely by chance. he happened to survive raccoon, happened to be scouted by the government, and wasnt allowed to reject it bc of sherry (he was blackmailed). when leon is basically given an out when transferring to dso, he still chooses to keep fighting (a little hypocritical of him) bc he just wants to help despite it all. chris wants to eradicate viruses. leon wants to help and save as many people as possible. they are best friends they are way closer than just two people that have a common friend in chris' sister. there is so much trust there beyond just two canon interactions that it gives me brainworms. this is why i like chreon<3

[bitsandbobsofwriting]

All 6 of the Knights know about Merlin's magic, but all think they're the only one to know:

So the Knights (Arthur, Gwaine, Percival, Elyan, Leon, Lancelot) + Merlin are like,,,, investigating something

Ya know, the norm

They're out in the woods tracking down some really mean dude, and whadya know? They get attacked by bandits, as per

So, as per, Merlin hides behind a tree, keeping a careful eye on the fighting

(The knights are drastically outnumbered, BUT they're far more skilled than the bandits so it basically evens out.)

Only planning to step in, to make their own luck, when he needs to, he waits

Everything is going fine, and Merlin need only sit and watch...

UNTIL!

One more person creeps out from the shadows, and begins chanting, the knights notice this of course, and are, all of a sudden, made painfully aware that the bandit attack had just been a distraction to keep them busy, so the sorcerer could step in and do some evil shit

But distraction or not, they still need to actually subdue these arseholes with swords before they can do anything about the sorcerer

BUT that is taking far too long and as the chanting grows louder, Lancelot throws a glance Merlins way, and nods, before giving a shout in an effort to draw attention to himself, and away from Merlin

Merlin follows his cue to step out from his hiding place, but before he can drop a tree branch or something similar onto the head of the sorcerer, he's spotted

The sorcerer looks his way as he stops chanting, let's out a shout-

"Emrys!! You filthy traitor!"

- and throws his arm out towards Merlin, who instinctively, before he even realises what he's doing, extends his own arm in retaliation

Both pairs of eyes glow brighter and brighter, and streams of colour extend from each of their arms, meeting in the middle with an explosion of light that seems far brighter on the sorcerer's (or the...not-Merlin) side

Merlin had clearly overpowered the other sorcerer, but everyone is thrown to the floor with a bang

Merlin conks his head, not dangerously hard, not enough to bleed, but hard enough to leave him properly dazed for a few seconds, and confuse his thoughts

Those few seconds are enough to leave the bandits scampering off into the night in fear, and for the sorcerer to spit at the floor before quickly following them, obviously unimpressed with the fact that he was beaten

Those few seconds are ALSO long enough, for Merlin to look up, and see that the knights have rushed to stand in a circle around him

For a moment, Merlin fears that they mean to tie him down, or even kill him on the spot....

....that is until he realises that none of them are even looking at him, and are instead gesturing their swords wildly at each other, and shouting incomprehensibly, leaving Merlin very confused (not helped by the obvious concussion)

As his vision clears, he takes note of everyones position

Lancelot stands the closest to him, his sword pointed at Arthur (who is opposite him in the circle), shouting something about loyalty and fear and bravery

Arthur in return is pointing his sword at Leon (though is yelling at everyone in the circle), Leon has his sword pointed back at Arthur

Elyan has a sword pointed at Lancelot

Percival and Gwaine have somehow managed to gain second swords, with Percival pointing one at Elyan, and one at Gwaine,

Gwaine is pointing one at Percival, and the other at Arthur

(To help, it's looking like this, the colour of the arrow references who the sword is pointing at)

Merlins head hurts, and he's very confused at why everyone is yelling at each other and not him

Well he understands Lancelot shouting in his defense but....what was going on??

Despite the noise, Lancelot notices Merlin look up, and immediately calls:

"Merlin! Get behind me, quick!"

Merlin tilts his head but goes to move towards Lancelot. He doesn't really understand what's going on but,,,, he remembers doing magic, and not the subtle kind he normally goes for

but his head hurts and he's tired, and Lancelot is the only one who knows his secret, so doing what he says right now is probably the safest option for him to take at the moment

But before he can take more than one stumbled step:

"NO, Merlin I won't let anyone hurt you, come here, my friend." from Leon, (loud and forceful, but gentle as well) stops him in his tracks

At this, Gwaine let's out a growl, and both him and Lancelot move the swords previously pointed at Arthur, to Leon's direction

Merlin is even more confused at this point, and Arthur yelling-

"Absolutely Not! Get your scrawny arse over hear Merlin you idiot, I'm the King, I wont let ANY harm come to you, I swear."

- does NOT help matters

At this, Merlin reckons it's best to just stand still. His head hurts and his magic has been outed and everyone was shouting at him. Probably best to just,,,, wait it out and see what happens. His head hurts

In all honestly, he's not quite sure any of this is real, I mean he wasn't really sure what the sorcerer was chanting before the big explosion thingy, could've been anything. His head hurts, he thinks again

Maybe he hit it harder than he thought

Everyone has stopped shouting at this point, though the swords stay raised, every one of them obviously prepared to jump into battle ("with each other?? " Merlin thinks) at a moments notice

Elyan, quietly "Are you alright Merlin? You hit your head pretty hard. Everything's going to be ok just.... step behind me, I'll protect you."

When he first starts speaking, the others growl, and go to yell over him,,,, by the end of his demand, they all quiet down, and furrow their brows, though they all keep their swords high

It's Percival who speaks next:

"Wait.... are we all trying to protect Merlin?"

Gwaine shouts at this:

"I won't let any of you hurt him! He may have magic but he just saved us, and I'll run the King himself through if I have to in order to keep him safe!"

(if Arthur wasn't preoccupied with....well everything that's happening, he would be offended at the notion that his Knight is far more loyal to his manservant than him)

It's Leon again next:

"Shut up, Gwaine, did all of you...wait. Who knew about Merlins...magic, before now?"

All of them look nervously at each other, but Lancelot is the first to nod, with a:

"I won't let him be punished for bravery."

Despite threatening to kill each other for Merlin, none of them are looking him during this conversation, he however is following whoever is speaking with his eyes, becoming more and more confused... do all of them...know??

Percival and Elyan nod at the same time, and Gwaine (who is looking more serious than any of them have ever seen him) clench his jaw before letting out a low:

"I knew."

Leon looks at Arthur next, whose brow is deeply furrowed, his mouth open slightly, as he give a slow nod

It's Leon, who slowly lowers his sword first, closely followed by Elyan, Pervival. Gwaine follows them, and then Arthur, but Lancelot keeps his sword aimed at the King

"Lower your sword Lancelot, it would appear, that all of us are attempting to protect Merlin from... each other." From Arthur finally has Lancelot relaxing slightly

"...uuh, Lancelot?" From Merlin draws everyones attention back to him, and his very confused (and slightly fearful) face

Lancelot goes to rush towards him, but before his first step even lands, everyone has at least one sword pointed in his direction, quick as lightening,

He huffs as he drops his own sword to the floor:

"Look, we all know about Merlin's magic, and we're all trying to protect him alright? Come off it guys, we need to check his head."

Everyone fully relaxes at that, but it's Leon who reaches Merlin first (he had always been freakishly fast, the bastard) and as he gently tilts Merlin's head forward so he can take a look at the back of it, Arthur puts one hand on Merlin's shoulder, the other still gripping his sword tightly

Merlin is looking very surprised at all this, but his head still hurts and no one seems to be trying to build a pyre or bring out the cuffs, and Lancelot seems relaxed so...that's a good thing right?

He allows Leon to examine his head with no resistance at all,

"He's almost certainly concussed, so we'll need to keep an eye on him for a day or two, but he'll be fine, he's not bleeding and his skull isn't cracked."

Leon steps back from the dark haired manservant, and Merlin looks over his shoulder to give him a dopey smile.

Arthur, with his hand still tightly on Merlin's shoulder, starts giving orders, Percival and Gwaine were to see if they can track down the horses, who had been spooked in the attack, but were trained well to stay close by (and also had all their packs still on them)

Gwaine starts with a "Look princess, if you think I'm leaving Merlin with Uther's so-"

But is interrupted by Percival telling him to shut up, and dragging him in the direction of where the horses were last stood.

Elyan is to starting to build a fire, and Leon and Lancelot are to double check the perimeter, and collect anything left by the bandits in their hasty retreat

Lancelot looks to Merlin for confirmation, a silent "you ok with me going?" hangs in the air, and Arthur looks as though he's going to start yelling again, but Merlin's head hurts and he really doesnt want that, so he gives Lancelot a slight nod, and smile.

Lancelot glances at Arthur once more, face drawn and serious, before walking towards Leon, waiting at the edge of the clearing

Arthur watches them go, before finally settling his gaze in Merlin, and tilting his head slightly in question

Merlins response-

"My head hurts :( "

-causes Arthur to huff out a small laugh before attempting to get Merlin settled against a log, close ish to where Elyan is getting the fire lit

After half an hour or so, everyone is back at camp, the horses have successfully been returned to camp, and are grazing off to the side. The fire is roaring, and Elyan is cooking what had been caught for dinner earlier in the day

Merlin is sat in the same place as he was before, though he seems to now be squidged between a very protective Lancelot, and a very protective Arthur

Gwaine is sat on the opposite side of the fire, and has had a glare leveled at Arthur since he first sat (with Percival sat next to him. No one would say it, but everyone knows it was so Percival could grab Gwaine if he decided to keep to his word and attempt to run the King through with is sword.)

Other than Elyan, Leon seems to be the only completely relaxed one. He knows Arthur the best, and he is aware of the Kings inability to lie on the spot, or keep control of his anger,

If Arthur was intending to hurt Merlin, he would certainly have made it obvious by now

The whole camp is painfully silent all through the meal, it's only after Leon comes back with clean bowls (being one of only two people who were willing to leave the camp (Elyan had already cooked, it wouldn't be fair to make him clean as well)) that Merlin breaks the silence,

His eyes are looking a bit clearer now, but he still has a headache, and he feels like he would probably end up passing out if he tried to stand up:

"So.... I knew about Lancelot but, how long?" The question is obviously aimed at everyone, but all take in a sharp breathe, with Arthur and Gwaine narrowing their eyes, at "I knew about Lancelot"

Percival looks from Merlin to Lancelot and raises an eyebrow in question:

"I realised it wasn't possible for me to have killed that Griffin on my own, but Merlin was the only other one with me. I figured that he had enchanted by lance,"

Everyones brows lower at that

"That was years ago? You've known all this time??" From Leon

Lancelot gives a shrug, "He wasnt exactly subtle. The lance was glowing so brightly I almost fell off my horse, and the only things I could hear were my horses hooves, and Merlin crouched at the side of the road muttering to himself....or to the lance I suppose."

Everyone but Arthur huffs out a laugh at that

I guess he doesn't like to be reminded that Merlin had been closer to Lancelot this whole time

And I can't be arsed to write it out, but all of them explain when, and how, they found out about Merlin's magic. It had been Leon first (which is unsurprising, he's the only one of them who's known him the same length of time as Arthur), a year or two after Lancelot first left.

He was conflicted at first, but after witnessing all the passed up opportunities that would've been perfect for Merlin to strike, like any self respecting evil sorcerer would, he couldn't convince himself that Merlin was evil.

He of course, kept an eye on him, but stopped worrying about him as a danger after only a couple months. He laughingly admits to losing sleep all these years, worrying about Merlin being an idiot and outing himself accidentally.

Though Arthur was the last of the group to speak, he realised Merlin had magic next, shortly after Balinors death.

After some questioning (at the time) Merlin had admitted that he met his father briefly "almost recently" (which was as specific as Merlin was prepared to get at the time) but he'd died shortly after

Arthur could tell Merlin had been upset about it, and made the connection between the timings of Balinors escape from Camelot, Merlins age, and how upset Merlin had been over the death of a near stranger

He explains that he wasn't sure at first, told himself he was seeing connections that weren't there, but he paid more attention to Merlin when Merlin thought no one was looking, and learned the truth soon enough

Gwaine figured it out next, within a week of meeting Merlin, repeating Lancelot's sentiment that he wasnt that subtle with it.

Theres no cool story here, Gwaine is just a lot smarter than people give him credit for

(all those years of trying to tell if another drunkard was about to start a fight, or walk off, made Gwaine very observant)

Like Gwaine, Percival noticed Merlin's magic within a couple weeks of arriving in Camelot

He grew up in kingdom where, as much as it wasn't common, it wasnt illegal. He saw the occasional bits of magic, and knew enough to recognise it

One too many instances of luck, in the midst of a battle, had been what clued him in

Elyan was reluctant to admit it, but he'd only realised a few months ago

(probably, Merlin thinks, probably why he'd been acting so weird recently)

Though he had realised in the same manner as Percival, one too many fallen branches, one too many instances of Merlin seemingly knowing they were about to be attacked, or follow the wrong path

After all their confessions they quietly wait, mostly focused on Merlin

Who at this point

Is still concussed

Though he is greatly appreciative of the fact that none of his friends (and also Arthur, the love of his life but like,,,, he's concussed. If he starts thinking about that too much he'll start talking about it and there is a time and place. Which isn't here and now) are trying to kill him:

"Huh. Gaius is gonna have a field day with this. But he'll probably also yell soooooo... please don't leave when I tell him and also maybe stand in front of me?"

he says with a chuckle. Someone goes to reply with a "Gaius kno-?? Of course he does." But before they can speak, they're interrupted by Merlin mumbling that-

"my head hurts :( "

Everyone else lets out a chuckle at this, but it's Leon who tells Arthur that it's been long enough now,

"Get some rest Merlin, we'll head back to Camelot in the morning, and we'll protect you from Gaius' famous wrath when we get there :) " from Arthur, has Merlin going:

"Oh thank the gods." Before promptly passing out on Arthur's shoulder, much to the amusement of everyone else.

~

THE END!

There is of course a merthur love confession at some point. And also Gaius expectedly yelling at Merlin when they get back (for being stupid and unsubtle all these years, for revealing his magic in such a dramatic fashion the previous day, for essentially concussing himself). The lot of them giggle at that, despite Merlin glaring at them the whole time

Arthur also reveals to the whole gang, the draft on the Magic Ban Repeal he'd been secretly working on. He always wanted Merlin to trust him enough to tell him the truth, but started work on the repeal when he came to the realisation that trust and respect goes both ways.

SO like always gang, I'm shitty at writing in full so like,,,,, if someone wants to wrote this go for it, credit and tag me✌

[thatgoblin]

Play Date

Summary: It's Date Night with Leon and Ada. You and Carlos have them over for some fun recreations.

A/N: Reader is afab for this.

Warnings: Smut, Kinks, Puppy Play, Sex Toys, Mommy-dom, Daddy-dom, oral sex, breeding kink, leather kink, bondage, spanking of all body parts.

One night a month, you and Carlos have a double date with Leon and Ada. Sometimes you two go to their home and sometimes they come to yours. That evening, Carlos and you were hosting.

You both liked to get dressed up for the occasion and this time it wasn't any different. Carlos was handsome in anything he put on, but there was something about when he wore tight fitting slacks with a button up, tie, and vest that had you wiggling in anticipation. His usually unruly hair was slicked back and his large, rough hands were covered in fitting leather gloves.

"Now, let's get you dressed, puppy," he smiled at you as he worked his hands in the gloves, the leather creaking delightfully as he made a fist. In the bedroom, he pulled open the bottom dresser drawer. You had already showered and groomed yourself appropriately, so you sat on the bed in the nude waiting for Carlos to pick out your outfit for the night. "I think it's a pretty purple collar night," he said, setting the collar on top of the dresser. A few more items were picked before he moved over to the bed with them in hand.

He hummed as he buckled the collar around your neck, making sure it was snug without choking. Then came the mitts made of black leather that would force you to have paws. Carlos made sure they were comfortable before he had you stand for the knee pads. Then came the 'x's of tape over your nipples, it made them easier for him to grab to correct your behavior if need be.

A headband with floppy ears was pressed into your hair, giving you that silly, dopey puppy look that Carlos loved.

"Okay, baby, on the bed. Tail time," he said, patting the spot next to him on the bed. Getting on all fours on the bed, your kept your ass up while resting your head on your folded arms. Hearing the bottle of lube click open, you felt the coolness of it dribble onto your tight pucker making you gasp softly before Carlos began to slowly work your rubber tail into you. "Just relax, let Daddy take care of you, Pup," he said, rubbing your lower back as he worked the tip in to start pushing in and out to stretch your hole.

You couldn't help the soft pants as he diligently worked the plug into you. It never hurt and when he was done, you couldn't help but clench around it and moan. The moment it slid into place, you couldn't help but wiggle a bit to wag it.

"Silly Pup," Carlos chuckled as he let you take a second to adjust to it. "Our friends are going to be here soon. I believe it's Leon's turn to play with you while Ada and I chat."

Pushing up to all fours, you gave an excited bark and smile. Carlos couldn't help but return the smile as he stroked your hair.

Taking the leash he'd picked out, he clipped it to your collar before whistling for you to follow. Hopping down to the floor, you went to your hands and knees, following behind him as he led you to the play room.

It looked like a living room with two sofas facing each other, side tables next to them while a thick oriental rug was in the middle of the room. On the walls were different large paintings, save for one. That wall held all the toys and punishments for your group.

From riding crops to wooden paddles to leather cuffs to vibrators galore, there was a tool or toy for everything.

Hopping up onto one of the sofas, you waited for Carlos to sit before snuggling up in his lap. He always adored having you in his lap, stroking your back and petting your head as you pressed against him. In everything you two did, you always felt safe and loved and cared for and that was why you two were together. When Ada and Leon came along, it felt easy to accept them into the fold of a relationship. The four of you would have group dates or even have a girls night and a boys night or you and Leon would spend time together while Ada and Carlos hide away somewhere. The group dynamic wasn't full proof, but you all cared enough about one enough to work through the bumps.

A sudden knock with Ada calling out had you pull from Carlos, barking at the new people.

"Shhh, you know them," Carlos said, patting your ass before having you get up.

"Give us just a moment and we'll be there!" Ada called out. They had their key to your home and you had one to theirs, making the change easier for dates like this. After all, it would be almost too difficult to travel in pup gear.

"Alright, we'll be in the play room," Carlos said as he went to the door. You were quick to follow, whining as you tried to see around his legs. "Back up, Baby. I don't want to step on you." Doing as you were told, you went back to the couch. Kneeling on it while resting your mitted hands on the back of the sofa, you watched and waited. When Ada came to the door, giving Carlos a kiss on the cheek you gave an excited bark to get her attention.

Dressed in her signature red, her dress was long and had slits on either side of her going all the way up to her waist. You could see her garters holding her stockings up in her black heels. She even wore her leather opera gloves.

"Hello, Sweetie," she cooed, coming over to you to give you a kiss on your nose. "Have you been a good puppy for Daddy?" She asked, as she stroked your hair. "Oh what a pretty collar you have. My puppy has a new one he's showing off. Come on, Puppy. Come say hi." Looking over to the door, you saw Leon on all fours with mitts and knee pads as well at Carlos' feet. The two of you matched with the purple collars and ears placed in your hair. His nipples were taped as well, but his tail was bigger than yours.

You did your best to not stare at him between his legs, wanting to have puppy play with him before things became more heated.

"Sorry," Ada sighed as Leon took his time coming into the room. "He's been fussy all day. It's a miracle we're here on time."

"It's fine," Carlos said, giving Leon's head a rub. "Mine's been excited the whole day and is hyper as hell."

"Well, maybe some of that energy will rub off on Mr. Pouts," Ada said with a snort. Getting down from the sofa, you moved around to meet Leon as Carlos closed the door behind him. While Ada and Carlos stepped over to the other sofa, you greeted Leon with a few sniffs and pants as you wiggled your tail.

Leon sniffed you back, going right to your already wet pussy to press his face to it, making you yelp in surprise.

"Leon, don't be rude," Ada said with a huff. "Play nice."

You turned back around, barking and smiling at him as you pressed your nose to his. He hummed softly, pressing back to nuzzle. Happy that he was responding to you, you led the way to the middle of the room to play with him. Carlos had dumped a few tugging toys into the middle to let you two play as he and Ada had some wine and talked.

Leon and you had a bit of tug of war, which he usually won, before rough housing a bit. The two of you took turns trying to climb on each other before he began to get more aggressive and domineering. He growled softly as he tried to mount you from behind, his cock hard as it pushed against you.

"Leon, no, down," Ada commanded, snapping her fingers. Not that Leon listened. You didn't want to play like that yet, so you growled and snapped your teeth at him as you reared back to try and get his shoulder.

"Shit," Carlos said as you and Leon began to try and bite one another while growling and barking. Ada went for your collar since you were smaller than Leon and Carlos pulled Leon back. "That wasn't nice," he said sternly, the two of you still growling till you both received swats on the ass. "Behave or we'll get the muzzles, that goes for both of you," Carlos threatened as you hung your head, whimpering at the stinging of your ass.

Leon backed down with a huff, sitting still as Carlos and Ada switched back to their proper pups.

"Don't be a mean pup," Ada said, holding Leon's chin tightly. "We can still go home early. Now go apologize."

Carlos sighed as he stroked your head, knowing you felt bad for disappointing him by fighting.

"It's okay, Baby," he said softly. "You needed that swat though because you got mean back when you know better." Whimpering you nodded as Leon came over to nuzzle you. You nuzzled him back, licking his face and neck before pressing against his side. "There, all better," Carlos said with a smile.

"Good boy, Leon," Ada said, giving him praise as she moved to give him a kiss on the head.

"Are you ready to have the other kind of play?" Carlos asked you. You yipped and nodded, pressing against Leon again as you nuzzled his shoulder. "Alright then."

"Leon, remember their cues," Ada said, moving away with Carlos to sit back and watch.

Leon leaned in towards you, catching your lips with his. You moaned softly into the kiss as you returned it. Nudging you with his body, he wanted you to lay on your back. On the carpet naked, you could feel every fiber dig into your skin. While it was nice for walking on or crawling on, the rug always gave you burns, but you liked it. Leon's head dipped between your legs without hesitation as he began to lap hungrily at your pussy.

Gasping, you bit your lip as you tried to stick to puppy noises. You whined and whimpered as he pressed his face against you with eagerness.

"Good boy," Ada purred as one of her hands was rubbing Carlos through his trousers. "Make sure they cum nice and hard before you go further."

You glanced at Carlos, your Daddy, as he watched you get your pussy eaten. He had this look on his face, something dark and tense as he leaned back in the sofa, letting Ada stroke him as his eyes stayed glued to where Leon and you connected.

Sometimes when he got that look, you would be at the mercy of his whims which meant you'd be walking funny the next day. You loved those times.

Leon didn't let you ponder on it much, his tongue diving into you to slide up and swirl around your clit. He was always good at commanding your attention when he was down there. Groaning, you kept your legs spread and your hands to yourself; puppies didn't have hands to touch themselves after all.

"Don't forget to toy with their other hole," Carlos said with a grunt. You looked up to see his cock free from his pants as Ada lifted her dress to show she'd chosen to not wear panties that evening. It was impossible to look away as Carlos' thick cock was fully hard and ready to plunge into the woman in his lap. You were jealous only because you loved that cock so much, but you would have it later.

"Oh fuck," Ada gasped as she slowly lowered herself with Carlos' help onto him.

Leon's tongue slid up and down your pussy before his teeth were pulling at your tail to tease you. You keened as he pushed it in hard, making you clench and flutter as his tongue ran around the edge of the plug. Your attention was firmly back on the man between your legs.

"Make them cum with your mouth then you can have their ass," Carlos moaned, his fingers dipping down between Ada's legs to rub her clit.

Panting, you watched as Leon looked up at you before diving back into your wet cunt. His lips latched onto your clit to suck and focus his heat there as you began to sob in need.

"That's it, baby boy," Ada moaned. "Keep going, you're almost there."

Legs shaking, you cried out as you came in Leon's mouth. He didn't stop though, no. He kept lick and sucking till you were squirming from being so sensitive. Leon didn't miss a beat as he let go of your sensitive clit to move up your body to kiss you hard. Tasting yourself on his lips, you moaned as you opened your mouth to let his tongue in. His cock was pressing into your belly, making his hips rock a bit as he growled into the kiss.

"Someone's a needy boy," Carlos said with a chuckle. Breaking the kiss, Leon was nudging you with his head to roll over. Back on all fours, you presented your ass to him, moaning as he began to pull the plug out with his teeth.

"Come here, baby, let Mommy lube that poor cock of yours," Ada said, grabbing lube from the side table. "It's so red and leaking. Poor thing." You watched as Ada dribbled the lube onto Leon's cock before stroking him to coat him fully. Leon sighed softly as he closed his eyes at her touch. "Give Mommy a quick kiss so I can taste them."

It was more than a quick kiss. It was lewd and loud and had you getting wet all over again as Ada gripped his hair tight to dominate him. Their tongues slid against one another as he passed along your essence to her.

"Good boy, now go cum in the other puppy's ass," she said before turning to Carlos behind her. You watched as they shared a just as intense kiss, knowing Carlos wanted to taste you. He looked at you as he kissed her, rubbing her clit faster as she moaned into his mouth.

He wouldn't cum in her though. Carlos was saving his need for you when Leon was through with your ass.

The other man was mounting you again, this time with consent. Leon held your hips as best he could while guiding his cock to your tight pucker. You couldn't help the twittering noise that came out of you as he pushed in. The plug you had had in you was not as big as him by far, making it burn a bit as his cock stretched you. Hanging your head, you felt him bottom out before he covered you with his body. Leon nuzzled against your neck, giving it kisses and licks and nips while you adjusted to his girth.

Not that you would complain. You loved having Leon fuck your ass. His cock was made for it. It wasn't as thick as Carlos', but it was long and reached deep inside you. The lull didn't last long as he began to draw his hips back to snap them forward, forcing a guttural moan from you.

"Good boy, fuck their ass," Ada encouraged him as she began to pant harder as Carlos sped up his fingers. Leon went slow the first first pumps before he began to get harder and faster with his thrusts. You cried out, whining as he growled in your ear, his hips slamming into yours. Sometimes you swore you could cum just from him fucking your ass.

Leon's teeth were kneading the skin on your shoulder, but knew better than to bite down or leave a mark. Your moans grew louder as you felt his thrusts stutter. He was close and would be filling you up soon. Then puppy time would be over, but the date wouldn't be. Panting, his breath hot on your face, Leon let out a small whimper before groaning loud and long. He pressed in as deep as he could, painting your insides with his cum. The two of you stayed there for a moment, catching your breath as the other two disconnected and stood up.

You could hear them picking a few things off the wall of toys and tools, but didn't bother trying to look. Leon was still inside you and coming down for his orgasm. Turning your face towards him, the two of you shared sloppy kisses and moans till Ada was pulling him off and out of your ass.

Letting out a soft moan as Leon pulled out, you weren't ready for the plug that was pushed into you, forcing a cry of surprise more than pain. It wasn't a tail plug, no, it was one meant for you to keep Leon's cum inside you.

"You did such a good job. Now let Daddy have some fun," Carlos said. He helped you out of the knee pads and mitts and ears, but left the tape and collar. Ada was doing the same for Leon, forcing him to lie on his back as she straddled his face.

"Now, make Mommy cum by licking all of Daddy out of her," she said before sitting on his face.

Carlos pulled you by the collar to the sofa where he spread his legs to let you between them. "Clean all of Mommy off of me and Daddy will fuck that tight pussy of yours, Baby," he said, smiling down at you.

All you could do was moan as you nodded, hungrily taking his cock in your mouth. Your jaw always ached after blowing him, but you couldn't get enough of him. Moaning, you licked dutifully up and down him, even going to suck on his balls. His gloved hands were in your hair as he pushed you down his length, forcing you to gag a bit before you were able to relax your throat and swallow him down.

"Fuck," he hissed, moving your mouth up and down for you. "Best cock sucker ever." You were proud of that, proud of making him cum quickly sometimes with just your mouth. "Keep going. Get all of Mommy's juice off me."

Moaning, you gripped his thighs, rubbing up and down the smooth fabric as you swirled your tongue around his head before letting him go to look up at him as you flattened your tongue to lick up his length. That dark look had become more, his pupils were blown and he looked ready to snap.

"Stand up and face the other couch with your hands behind you," Carlos growled, his hand snaking around your throat to give it a squeeze.

"Yes Daddy," you said, your voice rough. Standing, you moved around to the spot and position he wanted you. You were able to watch as Ada rode Leon's face till she was crying out in bliss, leaving his face glistening and wet. Carlos was quickly behind you, his hands pinning yours to your back as you shivered. Cuffs were buckled tightly to your wrists, leaving you vulnerable to whatever he wanted.

"Up," Ada said, panting as she unzipped her dress. Sliding out of it, she draped it carefully over the back of the other sofa. "Stand, don't move." Leon did as he was told while Ada picked up a thick dildo. It was the kind that didn't need a harness for being used, instead it slipped into Ada's pussy, allowing her to essentially have a cock. She sat on the sofa across from you and Carlos, lubing the toy up liberally before calling Leon back over. She gave Leon's tail plug a quick jerk to pull it out, forcing a choked sob from him. "Straddle Mommy."

Carlos gave your ass a swat, making you yelp before pulling you back towards him. Sitting on the sofa again, he groaned as he groped you roughly. The leather making you moan as he pushed your legs apart. Without warning, he pushed two fingers into your dripping wet cunt. You cried out and let out a shuddering moan as he worked them quickly in and out of you, only pulling them out to slap your clit.

"You make the best noises," Carlos moaned as he kept spanking your pussy all while you cried out and sobbed. He held tight, his legs keeping your open as he kept up the ass before moving to your ass.

"Daddy!" You cried out, shaking as your bottom and pussy stung.

"Mmmm," Carlos hummed as he pulled you back more, forcing you to squat in his lap.

Ada was no kinder to Leon, his hands cuffed behind him allowed her to tug and slap his cock no matter how much he begged and pleaded.

"It's Daddy's turn for fun, Baby," Carlos groaned in you ear. Moving you how he wanted, he held his cock as you sunk onto it with a deep moan. "Always so tight for me," he moaned as he nipped at your shoulder. "You want Daddy to fuck the shit out of your cunt? Hmm?" He asked, slapping your tits hard.

"Yes!" You wailed as he kept going to your chest was red. "Please Daddy, fuck my cunt."

"Good," he said with a chuckle before he gripped your waist hard and began a brutal pace. There was no lead up like Leon, no, Carlos did not have mercy. Sobbing and babbling as he fucked you, Ada had Leon on the floor. His ass was up in the air as his face was pressed to the rug. The toe of her shoe was pressed to his cheek as she fucked him ruthlessly.

"Who do you belong to?" Carlos snarled as he griped one of your tits painfully hard.

"I belong to you, Daddy," you sobbed as he let go to slap your nipple, pulling on it as well. All you could do was ride his cock and take the delicious abuse.

"Damn right," he grunted before shoving the fingers that had been inside you into your mouth, forcing you to suck on the leather that had soaked you into it. Tears ran down your face as you rode him, moaning around his fingers as you felt your orgasm closing in. "I'm gonna cum and fill you up. Your my bitch, yeah? I get to fill up your cunt with my cum. No one else."

You mumbled agreements around his fingers as his other fingers found your clit and began to rub it viciously, making you scream as you sat on the edge.

"That's right, cum on my cock. Milk Daddy's dick with that pussy of yours," Carlos snarled as you came hard. Hard enough to black out a moment as you shook and clenched tightly around Carlos, your muscles indeed milking him. Soon the room was full of people crying out as they came. Leon was back in Ada's lap, crying as she stroked his sensitive cock to completion, making him cum all over his belly and chest as she ground into him with the dildo fucking her into an orgasm. Carlos was right there too, roaring as he slammed one last time into you before shooting his load deep inside you.

"Mine," he growled into your skin as the four of you all took a moment to catch your breaths.

"Yours," you mumble as you lean back against him. His hand snaked up to grab your jaw, turning you to look at him before giving you needy and still dominating kisses as Ada and Leon mirrored you two.

As much fun as you had being used by the boys, next time you wanted to be on top.

[dandelionpixels]

here’s sum older stuff i found in my notes app about for merlin being rlly in tune with nature magic!!

- merlin knows gwen feels the same as he does sometimes, like camelot can be a little too stifling, the walls a little too close. so sometimes he’ll just show up at her door at like midnight with boots and a cloak and she’ll just pull on whatever clothes she has nearby and they’ll sneak out the gates to go running around in the woods. they trip over branches and sticks but they’ve got these dopey grins on their faces because it smells like fresh rain and flowers and they can feel the breeze on their face.

- after a couple incidences of them doing this, the knights started picking up on what was going on. they realized when merlin left to sneak around and when he brought extra clothes with him. but none of them could bring themselves to stop the two of them so they just made sure to conveniently be out of the way when the pair of them were trying to sneak out.

- sometimes when merlin goes out adventuring with people, it’s hard to tell whether the weather affects his mood, or his mood affects the weather. gwen and arthur have both been with him when he starts to get upset and it starts to pour, or when he smiles at the same time the sun comes out. they mostly chalk it up to coincidence.

- one of the first times arthur realized merlin was excellent in nature was during a battle. someone charged at merlin and without missing a beat, merlin practically scrambled up the nearest tree, sitting casually on a branch and kicking his feet lazily, a sing-song, “too high? my bad?”waving his mouth as the bandit jumped at his ankles. it took a minute before arthur remembered to stop the bandit, distracted by merlin’s carefree laughs from the three.

- one time merlin went missing for three days and came back riding on top of a moose. arthur was pretty sure moose didn’t even exist anywhere near camelot. despite that, the moose seemed perfectly content. merlin had laced vines and flowers around the antlers, making sure to be gentle. the other knights all wanted a turn.

- when he and arthur are out on a trip, sometimes merlin will disappear for fifteen minutes and return with a satchel full of different kinds of fruit. arthur never bothers to question it, he knows he won’t get an answer. at least not one that makes sense.

- when heading through fields of soft grass, merlin will constantly take his boots off, running and jumping a little higher than seemed natural. arthur just waved it off, he knew merlin liked being outside, who was he to stop him.

- merlin has a habit of being too risky when wandering through a forest. sometimes the knights or gwen will find him lying on his back, the wind knocked out of him from falling from the top of one of the trees. he always just smiles at their concerns, promising to be safer next time.

- arthur will deny it but there’s been times he’s envied merlin’s ability to heal so quickly. (between you and me, merlin just lays in the grass for an hour or two and lets the energy help him along the healing process)

- every once in a while, the knights will be patrolling and catch sight a quick sight of merlin in the forest. he’ll have leaves in his hair, mud on his face, completely barefoot. they’ve never been able to catch him, even with horses, and merlin likes to brag about it. he knows the forest like the back of his hands, and knows all the best places to run and hide.

- he also has a bad habit of biting into any mushroom he finds, just to find out if they’re poisonous. if they are, he can usually just wait it out or make himself an antidote, and if not, he’ll bring it back to gaius for possible remedies and recipes.

- sometimes merlin will bring small mirrors into the forest and hang them from branches, just for decoration. they’ve scared arthur on multiple occasions, which just means merlin hangs. more up.

- gwaine is the first to notice merlin’s odd habits. the way he’d smuggle field mice into the kitchen to get them some good food, only to sneak them back into nature the rest day. how when he tells the knights to be quiet, the birds seem to listen as well, stopping their singing to listen to his soft shushing. and gwaine could’ve sworn he’d seen merlin wink at a deer, eyes glowing softly.

- leon also has a feeling that merlin’s affinity for nature night not be just a random talent. his suspicions start to culminate when he watches merlin lean down to have what looks like a full conversation with a turtle resting on a rock, and then keep a butterfly perched on his finger for about an hour.

- and frankly, lancelot has walked straight into merlin on many occasions, mainly because merlin has a bad habit of hanging upside down from tree branches when he’s trying to think. lancelot’s tried it a couple times, to no avail.

- there’s no doubts left in elyan‘s mind when he sees merlin scale one of camelot’s walls with just a single vine and a grin on his face during the whole climb.

- percival,,well percival knows something’s up when merlin fully scales him in attempt to see the moon better. percival just put his hands out, trying to keep stable with merlin perched on his back. he looks towards the other knights, but they just shrug.

- arthur knows merlin doesn’t have the time to train real carrier pigeons, but every so often, arthur finds a bird tapping gently at his door with a note attached to its leg. he has a feeling merlin just asks nicely

[varanest]

wearing leon goretzka's jersey? pleaseeee

It's the little things that undo him.

He had his tongue in her cunt this morning. She’d choked on his name when he sucked at her clit and slipped three fingers into her tight heat. She’d told him she loved him while whimpering through her release, gripping his hair until it hurt.

But all of that, while fucking amazing, didn't stop him in his tracks. This though — he's stalled at the door of their bedroom, mesmerized by the vision of her asleep, peaceful and utterly gorgeous, her hair swept up and across the pillow, wearing just her panties and his jersey. It's one of the first Bayern's jerseys he had worn, and it's so tattered and the fabric is worn down so that he can make out perfectly the shape of her breasts as she’s snoring lightly, still stuffed up from her summer cold and she’s spread out on their bed, taking up every inch she possibly can and it’s just the best thing he's ever seen.

It’s love and it’s home and it’s life and it’s everything he never expected to have.

"What are you doing, weirdo?"

Her eyes aren't even open. He smiles, gets that head rush thing that always happens when she does something to show how connected they are. "Just enjoying the view."

"Oh, yeah?" she asks, arching off the bed like a kitten and tugging the jersey up playfully.

Leon hums his approval as she skims her hands down her stomach. “You look good in my jersey.”

At the low pitch in his voice, she finally opens her eyes halfway, gives him an easy, dopey smile. “I bet I look better out of it.”

Leon laughs, hopes it covers up the soft sniffle that he can’t hold in any longer. He walks to the bed and kneels next to her, sweeps his hand down the front of her body, let’s his fingers linger when he finds her heartbeat. She closes her eyes again, sighs with pleasure as he drags his fingertips over her collarbone and throat and Leon watches intently, tries to memorize the sensation of her warm, soft skin. It’s his privilege to know her in this way and he never wants to take it for granted.

“Get in here,” she whispers, sweet and sleepy. Leon strips down to his briefs and crawls behind her, curls himself around her body. He nuzzles the back of her neck, kissing the sensitive spot behind her ear until she squirms, then he goes lower, nosing the collar of his jersey aside so he can nibble at her shoulder. “I’ll have to wear this more often.”

“It’s yours now.”

[emiefaunwrites]

Leon & Chihiro Friendship Hcs?

Hey anon!

Sure happy to oblige! Nice to get a bit of variety in characters. Just as a heads up, I'm going to use He/Him pronouns for Chihiro (once he tells people his secret). That's how I personally see this character. But that isn't to invalidate anyone else's HCs about them.

Also have never known who I pair Chi with (since I don't personally enjoy Chimondo). But I stumbled across one recently and I'm like...yes. Yes I like. So that's included here too.

So yeah. With that I hope you enjoy!

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• Chi isn't immediately someone that Leon is drawn to.

• She's quiet, shy and nervous. And that's too close to the way he himself used to be in school.

• So he avoids the programmer until he's pulled into a friend group with Mondo.

• And they become quick friends.

• Once Chi reveals that they aren't a SHE but a HE, Leon is super supportive.

• He accompanies him and Mondo on their training regimes quite often - Mondo sometimes forgetting that Chi isn't the same bodyshape as him and sort of overdoing it - and that's where Leon steps in to mediate.

• And they have the same interest in video games too.

• Apart from Taka, no one knows that Leon is a JRPG fan (since he hides those games under his bed with COD and Halo etc on view to anyone who asks).

• Leon even gets to borrow the super rare games that Chi has collected for years - offering hin to borrow games from his own collection which is tiny in comparison.

• Chi is actually the first person to notice that Leon is crushing on their mutal friend.

• He quite often catches the redhead staring at the back of Taka's head in class with a dopey smile on his face.

• But, unlike Mondo, Chi is eager to get them together and tries to subtley make it happen.

• He knows that Leon is listening to their conversation at Valentines Day.

• He knows Leon's hanging outside the classroom when Taka's complaining about Leon's weird behaviour.

• He always makes sure that the only space left for Taka to sit in is next to Leon at film night.

• Chi is the wingman that Mondo never was - but the silent ninja kind.

• And once Leon figures it out, he is adamant to help Chi with his own romantic interests.

• That being a certain video gaming upperclassman...

• And unlike Chi, he isn't super subtle - asking Chiaki all these weird questions about men and interests.

• Right in front of Chi. Who is MORTIFIED.

• He knows his friend is doing his best but OH GOD STOP LEON!

• And eventually Leon gets bored of this whole pining thing and bluntly asks:

• 'So Chihiro's a hot dude, right Chiaki? You'd date him, right?'

• NO NO NO NO LEON WHY NO...

• 'Yes.'

• ASDFGHJKL Chi.exe has stopped working. And Leon has this shit eating grin on his face.

• Chi doesn't fancy Leon in the slightest (not because he's a guy - he's not bothered by gender at all) but my GOD he could kiss Leon right about now!

• 'My work here is done, my dude. Have a nice date!'

• And off he swans, leaving two red-faced, nervous nerds sat in the canteen who are now supposedly going to arrange a real date.

• Yeah. Leon and Chi are really good friends by the time they leave Hope's Peak.

• And it's Chi (not Hiro) that Leon asks to be his best man at his wedding.

[davidmann95]

Comics this week (6/16/2021)?

adudewholikescomicsandotherstuff asked: This week’s comics?

Planet-Sized X-Men #1: I had measured expectations, but y'know what? If Duggan can pull off a Hickman impression this fun, I'll give his and Larraz's X-Men proper a shot to impress me.

The Mighty Valkyries #3: Firmly in "if this wasn't a miniseries I wouldn't stick around" territory tbh, though it feels more like it running out of steam than a weakness of the creators.

Heroes Reborn #7: It was @chadnevett who I saw recently tumble onto the true premise of the series and why it's called what it's called: the idea here is what if Lee and Liefeld had rebooted DC in 90s instead of Marvel. Is that a clever or meaningful idea? No. Am I having a hoot right through to the end? Yes. Also, (rot13) guvf vagebqhprf gur qrzbavp rdhvinyrag gb gur Pbfzvp Phor: GUR URYYNURQEBA. Ubj pna lbh abg ybir gung.

Superman: Red and Blue #4: Nabbed that Simonson cover! The Waid/Mok/Bellaire/Sharpe story is a fun throwback, Manapul and Sharpe aim a little higher in the script than they can pull off but of course it's gorgeous and also makes the best use of color in the issue for my money, Venditti/Martinez/Lopez/Sharpe do a nice little stock tale, Conrad/Hamner/Brosseau get a little more heavy-handed with the narration than is needed but it still works, and the Douek/Quinones/Sharpe story is another relatively stock entry but still manages to earn being the Superman story drawn by Quinones post-Dial H.

Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow #1: A decent kickoff and probably the first Tom King #1 where I firmly feel like I have a grasp of what the book's going for right off the bat as in this case a genre mashup, though this is ultimately Evely's show for doing big, atmospheric alien and western stuff to the best of her considerable abilities.

Catwoman #32: Really good little one-off!

The Many Deaths of Laila Starr #3: Friend of mine mentioned this issue hit particularly hard for him as a callout of rightwing shit in India, which having read the issue I can definitely say I lack the context to get beyond the broadest strokes, but even lacking that particular punch for me this is still a great issue just like the first two.

Stillwater #8: Mmmmight be starting to fall off this a bit.

Radiant Black #5: Okay, you have my attention.

6 Sidekicks of Trigger Keaton #1: I missed this coming out recently, I haven't tried much of Kyle Starks' work that he hasn't also drawn himself and the premise didn't much leap out at me, but I decided to give this a whirl and it's a very fun book with a great fit for Starks' sensibilities in Chris Schweizer.

Ultramega #4: Huh. Well, certainly curious where things head from here.

Project Patron #3: Still a pretty much perfect balance of tones for the subject.

Jupiter's Legacy: Requiem #1: This would be a fav just between the Quitely cover and the schadenfreude of the afterword opening with "As I write these words, Jupiter's Legacy has launched as the number one most watched show in the world over the weekend." But yes, I am in fact diving in for one last Mark Millar comic, because dammit I'm seeing this particular thing through to the end. It's all you'd expect or if you have my particular sensibilities be excited for: so aggressively dumb, so dopey fun, so many interesting mishandled ideas. This is also, notably, extremely Boruto: you got your new Utopian, your new Skyfox-type, your new powerless descendant, your new kid who wants nothing to do with the family business, your new celebrity asshole, etc.; even the old guard are switching roles around between them. It's still fun though with one legit killer twist that Millar doesn't put on a page turn, why. Obviously the real star is Tommy Lee Edwards' art and coloring (with work in one sequence from John Paul Leon in one of his final contributions) and it's as next-level as you'd hope, this unbelievably vibrant, lively, lush, almost watercolor-ish interpretation of a sprawling poppy superhero universe that's the ideal form of him handling this material. But also worth drawing attention to John Workman's lettering, which really visualizes the extremely specific cadence and rhythm to Mark Millar's dialogue as we've never seen before to...interesting results. Put like that it's not surprising it's kinda goofy in practice, but there's a certain honesty to it.