#aeon smut

[jillsandwhichs]

Aeon - Oneshots/AU's Collection, Chapter 4, Once in a blue moon

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Pairing: Leon Kennedy & Ada Wong

Summary: Leon and Ada end up being at the same event. Them being in the same vicinity, of course, leads to something much more

Status of their relationship in this one shot: Complicated

WC: 3.6k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Making out, Dirty talk, Leon is a sub whereas Ada is a dom, Oral (Ada receives), Hookup, Semi public sex, P in V, Unprotected sex, Hair pulling & Clit rubbing

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you

Art Creds: JanetYuezi17

Leon entered the large room with a deep sigh. He doesn't want to be here. What's the point? To earn some good agent points from President Graham? He doesn't care what he thinks of him, he simply works for him. Leon doesn't want to be in a totally crowded place. He can hardly see what's in front of him with all of the people in the way, dancing, eating or conversing with others.

He has to do this though and he knows that.

Convoying further into the elegant estate, Leon was offered a glass of champagne. "Thanks." He gave a nod to the waiter. They even have fancy waters. The stereotypical type with the rag over their arm and the platter of drinks. Leon scoffed and sipped the light tint of yellow drink. It was good, he can't lie. Leon is only here to meet with some other agents and higher ups. Hopefully they're not the talkative types. He just wants to say hi and get out of here.

Leon is wearing a typical suit. He didn't even pick it out, it was decided by Graham (What he'd wear). Leon hates dressing up for formal events such as this. He doesn't want to look like a total fool. Then again, he's so out of place at parties like these, he probably looks silly the moment he walks through the front door. Leon sighed to himself, shooting the rest of the champagne down his gullet and setting the clear glass onto the bar beside where he was standing.

The music is not Leon's forte either. It's very classical; Leon likes metal and rock. He really can't vibe with a song unless it resonates with him and this blues shit, no, it does not make the cut. It's bad. Leon took a seat on the barstool and looked around the area. He scanned it, analyzed it. Yeah, there's a load of people here, none of which Leon knows or has even been aquatinted with. Leon would much rather be at home right now.

Glaring down at his watch, he checked the time. It's almost six, he wants to be gone by seven. Hopefully he is able to meet at least one person before he has to go or he can paint this 'mission' as failed. He stood up and grunted, turning around and looking at his glass. "Not my problem." He whispered beneath his breath. He left the glass there as he began to amble through the crowd, hoping to find someone with a name tag as him.

That is how he'll know if someone is in the same department as him-color coded name tags. It's rather childish but it gets the job done.

Traversing through the crowd, Leon didn't see any name tags that matched his. Everyone smells of strong perfume/cologne and alcohol. He isn't surprised. At this type of events, people take it as free range to get absolutely hammered.

As he continued to travel to the side, he suddenly heard someone call his name. "Leon! Leon, over here!" He turned around and sighed deeply. Patrick. Fucking Patrick. Whatever, it's better than no one. Leon walked over to him and gave him a fake smile. "Hey Pat." "What's up Leon? I didn't even think I'd see you here tonight." "I wish I wasn't here, but it is required." Leon stated to him. Patrick snickered and nodded. "You are funny."

Leon just raised his eyebrow and looked around. "What are you doing?" "Nothing much. I did just dance with a lady, so that was fun. Anywho, wanna meet some guys? This can go down on your record." Leon nodded, "Yeah, please. Bring me to them." Finally, Leon will be able to leave sooner than he thought he would. Patrick smiled and patted Leon on the upper arm. "I knew you'd want to. Follow me."

He began to be led by Patrick to the other side of the room. There were three men standing around a table. They had drinks and a board of food. "So these are the higher ups then?" "Yes, they are. Be cool!" Patrick said in a loud whisper. Leon scoffed. Who is Patrick to tell him how to act? He isn't an idiot. Patrick paused in front of the table, Leon did too. "Gentlemen, this is the Leon S Kennedy."

Leon waved and nodded. "Hello gentlemen." He said in a friendly manner. The men all stood up with a smile. "Good evening, Mr. Kennedy," One of the men spoke up, "I am Mr. Carter Hawkins. This is Mr. Collins Richards and Mr. Pete Fisher." Leon shook all of their hands and nodded. "It's a pleasure to meet you all." It really isn't. Leon hates this all facade. He feels like a prick when doing this stuff because he doesn't actually care.

In the business world, you are for yourself and for yourself only. As for Leon, he's for the people. These men though? They're in it for the money and fame. There's always a dark side to each organization and these men are a part of it. It's sad. Working for the President, Leon didn't realize how shitty it would turn out to be. He supposes that's the price he has to pay. He didn't choose to work willingly under Graham, he was forced. He has to deal.

It's all just superficial. Leon thought that his line of work would be for honesty and truth, but of course it isn't.

As they were talking amongst themselves, Leon couldn't help but feel as if there were a pair of eyes on him. He gandered around the room, but nothing. It made him feel nervous. Who could be here eyeing him down. Leon leaned in closer to Patrick and murmured something to him. "Have you seen anyone that seems suspicious by chance?" "No." Patrick whispered back and looked around. "Why?" "Doesn't matter." Then Leon went back to speaking with Mr. Richards.

Within just a few minutes, Leon decided to turn around and that's when he saw her. It was Ada. He knew something was up. He recognized her immediately. It's only been a few months since he last saw her in Spain. After that, they hadn't spoken at all. Leon even figured he'd never see her again. He was wrong. He also often times has a feeling he'll see her every time he's out on a mission. He can't deny the fact he does look for her on those days.

Ada glanced at Leon and nudged her head before she then entered through a door.

"Gentlemen, excuse me, I have some business to attend." Leon nodded. The men said their goodbyes and Leon made way to said room. Did she even notice him? Was she nudging to someone else? He doesn't care. What in God's name is Ada Wong doing here?

Once Leon got closer to the door, his hands began to shake. He's anxious. Gaining the courage to just open the damn door, he did. When he entered, he saw Ada right before him. Yeah, that's her. He could recognize her anywhere. She's been on his mind ever since the incident in Spain so of course she just had to show up here of all places.

"Leon." Ada said softly. "I didn't think you'd be here." "I'm sure." Leon didn't buy that one bit. She chuckled and walked over to him. "Why are you here, Ada?" "Business, you know I don't work and tell." Those are the exact words she used on him back in Spain. Leon scoffed. "This is where I work, you can't just show up and-" "Leon, stop talking. I'm not here to do anything bad, I am simply here to meet someone." "Who?" "It doesn't matter."

So many thoughts are racing through his head. In a way, it's so upsetting to see her. He doesn't want to deal with any of her antics. At the same time however, he's glad. She's been on his mind. Ada is a part of Leon that he knows he'll never fully be able to let go. Leon loves her, he's never even tried to deny that. He doubts she feels the same all things considered. He's tried to get over her, but he never can.

Ada is sly and sleuth. She's always reminded Leon of a black cat on the prowl. She's seductive too, that's clear. Ever since that dreadful night back in Raccoon City, Ada has had him wrapped around her little finger. She uses him at her own discretion-at least that's what Leon is told. He knows Ada better than that. There's no way she doesn't feel something for him. She has to.

Leon sighed deeply. "Ada, if you're here to cause any mischief, just tell me so I can leave." Ada rolled her eyes and placed her hands onto his chest. "Leon," she hummed, "you don't trust me one bit, do you?" Ada questioned him. Leon breathed in a sharp breath as her finger tips trailed down his body and right above his waistband. What is she up to? "How can I when all you ever do is deceive me?"

She smirked and pulled away from him. "My apologies but you do remember that you're the one who clung to me back in R.C, correct? I tried to leave you be, you kept coming back to me like a lost puppy." She isn't wrong. It's only because Leon wanted answers and felt it was safer to stick beside someone. It's not like he knew who Ada was or what she was doing. Leon stepped back and hit his back on the door. "Just do whatever you plan to do." Was all he said before he went to leave the room.

Before he could, Ada grasped his wrist and shook her head. "Leaving so soon?" "What do you want?" Leon asked in a low voice. He's actually curious at this point. What's her deal? Ada's eyes went really soft as she looked up at him. That's exactly what captures him. That's why he kissed her back in Raccoon City, that's why he saved her back in Spain... It's the way she gets. She's manipulative and Leon's aware of that-but she just weaves him in her web.

"I think you should stay with me for a little bit..." Her hands then went to his belt and he went to back away, but once again hit the door. "Do you not want me to?" Ada instantly let go. Admittedly, she's also missed Leon and she's in desperate need for him. It's not as if she enjoys hurting Leon like this-of course not-but work first, hooking up later. For now though, the roles can be reversed.

Leon suddenly grabbed her face and began kissing her. He felt Ada smile against his lips. His hands went to her waist whereas hers remained on his chest. "I've missed you." Leon admitted. He felt pathetic after saying it. "Oh Leon..." Ada whispered against his lips, kissing him passionately. She missed him too, even if she's not ready to admit it. Their kissing was powerful. It was as if the world was going to end and this was their final goodbye.

Of course, neither of them truly know when the last time they see one another will be.

Pushing her up against a table, Leon chuckled. Ada was between him and the white, sturdy table. They both could tell where this was going. Ada pulled away from the kiss and began to work on taking his belt off. "How much time do you have?" "As long as you need me for." Leon said quietly. He feels pathetic, once again. Ada truly has him pinched between her fingers. Leon doesn't even care at this point. Ada will always be Ada.

Removing his belt, Ada set it on the table before lifting herself onto the table. Leon let out a huff as he watched her do that. She's ready for him, she wants him. This just makes the experience to come a billion times more lovely. Leon pulled his dress pants all the way down along with his boxers. Adas eyes went to his member and she smiled before making eye contact with him. "Come here." She pulled on his blazer. Leon snickered and cupped her cheek firmly, kissing her once again.

Her lips were so soft against his. Leon never wants this moment to end. Kissing Ada only reminds him of when they met. God, she's perfect. Leon can't not give in to her. "Fuck I've wanted this for so long." Leon grunted. Ada tittered and nodded. "Me too." She then lifted her waist up to pull her dress up, revealing her lacy panties. Leon nearly lost his breath. What a sight to see.

"I want to taste you." Leon wasn't lying. He's fantasized about this. Ada is gorgeous, she's beautiful, he wants her badly. "Oh? You do?" Ada bit her lip and started to pull her panties down. She did it so painfully slowly, it made Leon whine out in annoyance. Once they hit her ankles, Leon pulled them off and set them to the side. They were a bit wet and that made him even harder. Now they're both naked from the waist down.

Leon grabbed Ada's legs and set them up on the table. Her knees were bent upwards, her pussy directly in front of him. Her legs being spread was insanely sexy to Leon. He leaned down and wrapped his arms around her thighs. They were pale and soft, Leon couldn't stop caressing them. He started to leave kisses from he knees and down to her very inner thighs. Occasionally he'd get a glimpse of her sopping cunt and all it did was enhance his horniness.

Eventually, Leon moved his lips from her thighs to her folds. He kissed both before finally swiping his tongue through them. His tongue licked up all of her wetness. It was so much. He groaned, the taste was a delicacy. "Mmm yes." Ada moaned, her fingers gripped the end of the table she's resting on. Leon's tongue repeatedly slicked up and down through her folds. She tastes amazing. Leon can't believe this is his first time ever being with her like this and that it happened so suddenly.

Leon couldn't stop. He doesn't want to. His lips and tongue suckled on her nub. Ada's little moans and whimpers made Leon start to precum. He's down for her, down badly. He just wants to fuck her. "You taste so good." Leon whispered to her. Ada sighed softly and grasped onto his dirty blonde hair. Her slim fingers ran through it and tugged on it. "Faster." She didn't have to tell him twice. The speed of his slick tongue picked up.

Ada set her legs up onto his shoulders, enabling him to have a different angle. Leon took this opportunity and immediately gripped onto her thighs as he began to feast upon her like a mad man. Ada's legs started to shake and her insides began to twist. She knew she was close. She could tell. "I'm so close." Ada said softly to Leon. Leon chuckled deeply against her pussy before beginning to continuously swirl his tongue on her clit.

This was her undoing. Just a few more twirls of his tongue and Ada was done for. She shook slightly as she came on his face. Leon breathed in deeply as he licked her once more before pulling away. He is respectful. He's willing to give her some time to recoup herself. Ada panted and started to sit back up. Leon wiped the area near his lips and huffed out a breath.

"That was great." Ada spoke, pulling Leon back close to her. "Let's make this quick." She giggled as she spread her legs again. Leon snickered and nodded. "Where are you going after this?" "To finish business. Why?" Leon sighed deeply. "So that's it? We just have sex and you leave?" "Leon," Ada sat up and started to kiss the area on his upper chest. "Don't be upset with me." Ada then kissed his cheek. "Just fuck me." She whispered, leaning back again.

Leon scoffed. "That's exactly what I'm going to do." Leon sighed, pumping himself a few times. There is precum on his tip-Ada makes him feel ways he knows he could never feel with anyone else. Ada wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer into her. "Don't hold back. Who knows when you'll see me again." She said seductively. Leon grinned and slowly entered her, allowing her to adjust around him. He can admit, he's big.

Her hands were resting on either side of the table and her legs were encased around his midriff. "You're tight." Leon chuckled, kissing her knee before beginning to move. Ada bit her lip and nodded. She's aware. She knows she feels good. Ada is rather confident and knowing of how great she is, in bed and out. "Fuck." Leon grunted, moving back and fourth into her slowly. He was hitting so deep inside of her, he knows he's hitting her sweet spot.

Ada moaned softly and tossed her head back. "Leon..." She whimpered, holding onto his wrist which his hands were on her fit thighs. "Leon." She stated. "Hmm?" "Didn't I say don't hold back?" Ada giggled, tilting her head to gaze at him. "I was just trying to give you time to-" "Don't hold back." She interrupted him. Leon then began to thrust into her at a fast & hard rate. Ada nodded and tossed her head back once again. She isn't surprised that he is able to fuck her senselessly.

"Come here." Leon groaned out breathlessly. He pressed his lips against her roughly. Their making out was erotic and sloppy-but so meaningful. This is the last thing Leon expected out of this evening. Seeing Ada isn't too surprising but making love to her? Leon never expected that. As he pumped himself into her, he could feel how tight she was getting. That meant she was close. It's not surprising-she is still sensitive from what he ate her out.

Ada hooked her arms around his neck. She was clinging onto him like a spider monkey with a tree. Leon brought his hand down to her clit and started to gently rub it. "Yes Leon, god, just like that." Ada huffed out, kissing him again and licking his lower lip. She was begging for entry. Leon opened his mouth again and kissed her lovingly. The way his thumb rubbed over her clit was enough to get her so close to the edge. She knows she'll finish any second.

Leon swiftly raised his other hand behind her back and tugged on her black hair, pulling her neck backwards. Ada giggled as Leon kissed all along her neck and collarbone. He was sure to leave marks. He wants people to know she got fucked. "I'm so close." Ada whispered to him. Her arms were resting on his back now, primarily for support but also just because she needs him close to her. "Cum for me."

With just a few more thrusts into her, Ada was finished. She came around him. Her liquid fluids seeped onto his cock as he fucked her fast and roughly. "Mmm fuck." Leon grunted, continuing to move into her. Ada moaned and held onto him tighter. Her entire area down there felt more sensitive than ever before since she's orgasmed twice in one night plus, Leon isn't stopping.

All Ada had to do was kiss him softly and run her fingers through his hair to get Leon to finish. He pulled out of her and released his semen all over her inner thighs. He panted heavily. That was the greatest sex of his life. He was so happy it was with Ada. Ada smiled and pulled a rag out of her wallet, wiping herself off. "You are a goddess." Leon whispered to her. "Oh?" Ada didn't expect such a compliment.

"You are great at sex." Leon stated, adjusting his pants. Ada nodded and fixed her dress. Leon went to grab her panties to put them back on her but she shook her head. "Keep them." She winked before getting off of the table. "You're really just going to go?" "Hm? Yes. I said that." Ada began to amble towards to door. "You know you'll see me again one way or another, Leon." "Yeah... Hopefully." He looked down, fidgeting with his fingers.

Ada tilted her head and made an "Awe" noise. She traversed to him and pressed a gentle kiss to his jawline. "You fucked me very well... I promise, that won't be the last time..." She kissed him once more and went to the door. Before she left, she turned her head and spoke. "So long, Leon." Ada then left the room. "Bye." He murmured beneath his breath. She's probably off to manipulate someone else for money or something.

Looking down at her panties, Leon chuckled. He can't believe she just gave them to him. He stuffed them into his pocket then fixed his hair. "Fuck me." He grunted before leaving the room. He never saw Ada again for that entire night.

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

thinking about aeon public s*x🫨🫨 they're in a parking lot maybe like in leon's apartment or something his motorbike is parked at the the very deep and dark corner where the cctvs can't see and ada's infront just gripping the handles tightly and leon's at the back just🎺🎺🎺 on her 🫨🫨🫨

HELPSFDJBS FKS (not proof read, i was horny)

leon's consciously alert of cameras. he tries to be aware of them whenever he's staying in any place for an extended period of time.

he's staying in an apartment for a few months, figured it would be a better cover than going to the same hotel for weeks on end and he hates having to go to randomized ones every few nights

the mission is slow, boring, and worst of all - not going anywhere

he's just waiting for some clue to be unveiled, or for him to be pulled out of it already. it's been weeks and at this point he's been following his daily routine of pretending that he's new to the area and has a new job there as well. each day he slips out of his apartment and heads to the parking garage to see his beauty

his new bike that is one of the few things that makes it so the stay has been less shitty

instant noodles and tv dinners aren't bad but at least there's a diner nearby

at some point he noticed the cameras in the parking garage and saw how a fair few of them weren't attached to anything - he was concerned about his bike getting stolen

so he purposely parked his bike near the cameras. at least this way he could get it back or get insurance or something on it if it's stolen

but when he reaches the spot, his face falls at the empty space where his bike used to be.

"you got to be kidding me."

he rushes over and sees how clean the spot is, there's not even any tire marks or anything. not even debris like they smashed it! a high pitched whistle catches his attention and his head whirls towards the noise and begins stalking into the corner of the parkade. he's not happy, he knows that's the corner with no camera.

but he sees his bike, he sighs a bit but then he sees her. she's leaning against it, her arms crossed against her chest and is just otherwise hidden in the dark.

"Ada? What are you doing here?"

"I thought you were looking bored. You wanna get the hell out of here?"

His brows twist, his lips pursed a bit. he does have the time, and he is bored as hell sdjbfskjf. aeon on motorcycle ride! they go ripping around on the highway and then maybe leon suggests the diner for dinner but ada's a little hungry for something else >:)

he gets the hint quickly and takes them back to the apartment. he's about to park in his usual spot but she tells him to go back to the corner - she doesn't wanna wait and there's no cameras there

it's HELLA RISKY. sure.. they could probably stop in time but one kiss leads to another and when ada edges down her (i'm putting her in leather pants lol) and exposes the dark colour of her panties, she just slides it aside and perches herself against his bike.

his belt is loud but he takes his jeans off just enough to give his cock a few pumps before pressing the head against her. he groans loudly, feeling how wet and hot she is and all she does is continue to stare at him with her head resting against her shoulder.

her ass in the air, one of her hands pulls at the zipper of her leather jacket and soon he can see the plump flesh of her breast pressed in the leather

"come on leonn, one of your 'neighbours' might see us"

he only rubs against her a few times, his cock throbbing in his hand before he slams into her. her fingers grip along his bike tightly, gaining purchase there as he gives her a few tentative thrusts before starting a fast pace. they both love the feeling, the stretch, how wet and hot it is, how rushed it is, how they just need to do it before they get caught.

one of his hands leaves her hip and slithers into her jacket so he can fondle at her breasts. she loves how rough he's getting, it's so rare for him to be like this, but it's getting her off faster. it doesn't take long, he keeps hitting that sweet spot and he can barely take it when he feels her CHAHHHHWWWW mm ing

he loses his stamina quickly, feeling her soak him and squeeze him he fills her up fast. his CAUHHHHH flooding her and spilling onto the floor underneath them.

sorry i was horny

bye

[ardensregias]

nsfw, yaoshi x fem!reader, multiple limbs, slight nipple play, orgasm denial turned overstimulation, cum eating

the first time you met them was a moment of utter amazement. how could you not immediately become yaoshi's number one fan after seeing their majestic antlers, resembling a pair of growing branches? the way they sat elegantly atop a large branch with a smiling face? if you didn't know better, you would've mistaken them as the aeon of beauty.

they are also the kindest and most selfless creature you've ever encountered, willing to hold you up just so that you can get a better view at their antlers—even letting you run your hands over the smooth surface, no matter how silly your request sounds.

one day, you ask them: "do aeons reproduce?"

yaoshi's ever-present smile curls up a bit higher, amused by such a strange question, "well, my dear, it is difficult to find a suitable mate with our condition—for example: having to keep watch over humanity and the possibility of putting our lover in harm's way are few of the things that hinder us from doing so."

you tilt your head, humming in understanding, "so that means you can reproduce? just having difficulty doing so?"

still being mysterious, the plagues author scoops you up using one of their hands, "if you really want to know... the answer is no, not with such a fragile thing like yourself," you sigh in disappointment, and the aeon smiles at how adorable you are, adding: "but if you want to feel how an aeon please their lover, i certainly can do that for my little flower" they chuckle softly, the melodious sound filling the domain they had created for you.

and that's how you end up here, laying on the ground with your legs spread open and yaoshi's fingers sliding in and out of your warm hole. just like their gentle nature, their pace is also slow and steady, making you desperate and whine in desperation.

"please, yaoshi—ngh..." the aeon places their other hand on top of your mouth, pushing their fingers inside for you to suck on, while shaking their head, "not yet, my dear. can you hold it in for me?"

you mewl in disappointment, hips grinding down on their hand only to be held down in place by yaoshi's other two hands. they don't even need to use ropes or cuffs—one of the perks about having multiple limbs.

"you are so small... i am afraid i might break this tiny and beautiful body of yours." yaoshi murmurs, licking their lips at the sight of your slick and swollen cunt, so ready and eager for them.

however, they notice how your breasts and neck barely get any attention and lean their head down to pepper your body with kisses. their teeth are surprisingly sharp, instantly marking your skin with reddish marks and rings of teeth.

the aeon of abundance grins in satisfaction at the masterpiece they just create, before going back up to kiss your face, not a single inch of flesh is left unkissed. yaoshi is just so in love with you, a sweet darling eager to learn more about them.

"your voice is like a melody from the most beautiful song in the entire galaxy, rivaling the choirs of the sanctus medicus." they muse, picking up the pace of their digits. yaoshi had make sure to clip their nails before inserting them into you, for as much as they love hearing you cry their name in pleasure, the aeon can't risk injuring you.

truthfully, they are just as aroused as you. how could they not be, when you're writhing beneath their arms, whining their name and moaning at the way the aeon's fingers are skillfully massaging your insides—yet they know better than to penetrate you with the risk of turning you into a mindless vessel, just like the mara-struck citizens of the xianzhou.

yaoshi still has three other hands, and he decide to use them to massage your boobs, pinching and twisting on the nipples. you're so sensitive and vulnerable now, unable to resist the god's touch.

when your walls begin to throb around their fingers, yaoshi kisses you on the lips and nod, giving you their permission, no, command to cum—and who are you to defy the wish of an aeon?

"yaoshi, i can't—" you squeal, releasing your sweet and sticky juices around their slender and long digits. the aeon smiles softly, taking in the sight of your slick covering their fingers and drips down to the grass.

they place their fingers in their mouth, humming in delight at the rich and sweet taste. if yaoshi had to describe the taste, he'd say you taste like the sweetest flower not even they can produce.

"i think i may have to keep you here with me, sweetheart. i would hate to share your unforgettable taste to anyone else."

[sink-me-in-your-ocean]

Equilibrium

Phantom Ghoul x fem!Reader Smut

Summary: (Kinda) Part of a "Choose your own adventure" series in progress, but it works well enough on its own so I thought I would post it now.

WC: 3620

A/N: This one has bewitched me, (feral) body and soul. Fellow Phantom simps, this one is for you, but mostly me.

Content warnings: no plot - only spice, fingering, P in V sex. 18+ only. Minors DNI.

NSFW below the cut.

Your hard fist hit the door three times. Impatience was one of your most prominent traits and you’d be damned if you didn’t hate waiting on somebody else. Especially when that somebody else was the one who had plagued your thoughts for weeks. And at night his name was the one uttered from your lips from your own self-pleasure.

You grabbed the door handle and twisted, discovering much to your chagrin that was unlocked and you had been standing out here all this time. You walk into the room, scanning the space, noting the chill that bit your limbs. Fucking hells it was freezing. Your sisters told you that the ghouls run hot, but it was like a blizzard had hit the room. The room was also, to your dismay, empty of occupants. Maybe he’s not here? 

Your ears perked up, hearing water running from an adjoined room. The joints of your fingers started to lock up as you lifted them to the wood of what you assumed was a bathroom door. You knocked, this time feeling a slight pain in your cold hands as you did so. 

“Phantom?” You call out just loud enough, dragging out the vowels.

“Hey! You weren’t supposed to come ‘till later!” His voice echoed from inside the closed room, and you heard the water shut off abruptly.

“I can come back if you want.” You offered, giving him an out.

“Hells no!” He opened the door wearing nothing but a white towel.

Your mouth went dry at the sight. It hung low. Dangerously low. But that wasn’t the only thing you noticed. His human glamor was nowhere to be found. 

Phantom’s true skin was grey, just the same as you had heard about the other ghouls, but his shoulders and chest had sparse midnight blue clusters of freckles. You marveled at the hard planes of his chest and stomach, at the way the water from the shower still clung to his arms and drenched his mostly-black hair. His signature white streak plastered itself to his forehead and the side of his face, while the rest stuck to his ears and neck. He had two near-black horns protruding from underneath his soggy hair. Finally, you settled your gaze on his face, his fangs slightly poked out through his parted lips. His beauty mark was also visible on his left cheek, several shades darker against the grey tones of his skin. 

A half-smile spread on your face as you noticed his beauty spot, and you fought the urge to reach up and touch his cheek. 

“Like what you see?” He cocked his head to the side, making you grin wider. It was truly no wonder why you were so drawn to him. In his human form he was cute… but as a ghoul? Strikingly handsome. Nine hells you wanted to kiss him.

“Maybe I do.” 

“Set in your choice?”

“Maybe I am.” You nibbled your bottom lip, tempted to rake your gaze over Phantom’s body again.

Instead, you walked past him and into the bathroom, leaning yourself over the vanity to feign checking yourself out. You mostly just needed a break from looking at him half-naked. “My darling ghoul,” you called absently, “you’re not wearing your glamor. Sister Imperator would not be pleased, I wouldn’t want to tell on you, but…”

He looked down at himself, “Oh shit, you’re right.” He shrugged, “I thought you were going to change your mind or something. Figured it wouldn’t matter too much either way if I just ‘let it all hang out’ so to speak.”

“No, no, I just wanted to tell you so you could change back.” You played with your hair, tucking back a few strands that had come loose from your braid.

“Well, I can if you want me to. Do you?”

You opened your mouth to answer but he cut you off.

“Wait, did you just call me ‘my darling’?” Your eyes flicked back to him through the mirror, heart temporarily quivering as he repeated your words back to you.

You regained your composure before his teasing look could disarm you further. “That’s what you heard out of me talking?”

He advanced on you suddenly, barely giving you enough time to turn around to face him. You backed up against the counter top, your spine arching as you shrunk back, and your fingernails digging into the underside of the cold marble. His arms came down on either side to trap you in place.

There was a mix of anticipation and cockiness in his expression, “You like me, don’t you?”

“Phantom, it’s a wonder why Sister Imperator doesn’t consult you for logistics.” He made a face, clearly missing your sarcasm, and you liked him even more for it. “Of course I like you. I wouldn’t be here if not.”

A shy smile ghosted across his lips, and you caught another glimpse of those fangs. You filled the silence by speaking again, “Well? Don’t just leave me hanging.”

“I like you too.” His admission was softer than a feather but weighed as much as concrete.

You stifled a knowing smile, “Yeah?”

“Yeah, I do.” 

“You’re a little trickster then.” You cocked your head, “you had me thinking I was the only one.”

His smile matched yours, “I’m surprised you didn’t figure it out sooner, for a while there I thought I’d burst into flames because you kept giving me those eyes.” You laughed at that, knowing full well what he meant, and he continued, “And just so you’re well aware, there’s nothing about me that’s little.”

“Oh, you nasty ghoul.”

“Yes?”

Your eyes narrowed, “You lured me in here on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Hard to say, really,” you watched, hypnotized as his tongue wet his bottom lip and then he leaned in close. “But that’s not the only thing that’s hard.” His breath coasted along your neck and goosebumps raised along the path, as if your skin was subconsciously reaching for him. You felt his lips barely hovering by the shell of your ear, causing a stirring sensation that shot through your entire body. 

You shoved at his chest playfully and he smirked at you, both of you knowing where this is going. You felt a fluttering in the pit of your stomach and finally allowed yourself to reach your hand up, brushing the white and black, slightly air-dried, hair away from his face. No more hesitation. Something inside you gave you the gumption to raise up on your tiptoes and kiss him. You planted a single smooch on his lips, closing your eyes as you did.

You drew back, studying his features. He was so still, his eyes scrunched closed in a combination of tension and serenity. 

“Phantom?”

He opened his eyes, his dark gaze devouring you. The air in the room changed and all ambient sound seemed to have been sucked into a void. You couldn’t look away from him. Afraid for a half of a second that maybe he didn’t like the kiss, you opened your mouth to allow the doubt to pour out. But you never got a single syllable out before his hands were on your face, tilting your head up to kiss you.

His mouth met yours in a breath-stealing kiss. Your hands immediately laced through his damp hair, touching the sides of his face, his neck, pulling him in closer. You parted your lips slightly on the next kiss and he used it to his advantage, his tongue swiping ever so lightly between your lips to taste you. You open your mouth more, allowing him full access. Feeling his tongue brush yours made you lightheaded. 

Phantom grabbed your waist, pulling you flush against him. He tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss. The hunger shared between the two of you felt as though it had been building for years, your entire life even. A tickle on the back of your thigh made you jump, opening your eyes and breaking the kiss for a moment.

He huffed a laugh, “Sorry, my tail seems to have a mind of its own sometimes.”

“It’s okay,” you kissed him again, “I like it.” You brazenly reached around his waist to feel the base of his tail. He jerked involuntarily towards you and you felt his hard length pressing against your abdomen. How that towel was holding up you had no idea.

Touching, tasting, breathing him in, it wasn’t enough. You needed so much more. Your core ached in a way that silenced all thoughts of self-doubt and modesty. 

Your hands moved up his back, feeling his warm skin and the tight muscles underneath. He unzipped the back of your dress, and you felt it fall open, the air and his hands touching your bare skin underneath. 

“No bra?” He said, sliding your dress down while moving into a crouched position in front of you. 

“Hm.” You purse your lips, drawing it out, “That’s not all.”

He made a sound like you’d imagine a Victorian man seeing a woman’s ankles. Astonished but intrigued. “No underwear?” 

You shrugged, “Surprised? I thought I could just ‘let it all hang out’, or however you put it so eloquently.”

Phantom stared up at you, trying to hide a smile, and you could see a color creeping up over his cheeks. Could a ghoul even blush? He giggled lightly, shaking his head at you in what seemed like amazement. 

He helped you step out of the dress, his eyes sweeping over your naked frame, drinking all of you in. Phantom rose slowly and his long fingers trailed up the inside of your legs. The calluses of his fingertips tickled, making you twitch slightly as they neared where you wanted to feel him the most. His right hand moved around to your waist, the other hesitated between your legs, just an inch or so from your core. 

“Sit.” He commanded. You obeyed, your ass meeting the countertop, your legs parting on their own accord in silent invitation.

“Please, Phantom, touch me.” 

“As you wish.” 

You inhaled sharply as his middle finger swiped through your folds, dragging languidly in the wetness there. He let out a needy noise, leaning down to breathe you in, kissing and sucking your neck. You wanted him so badly, and now that he could feel that, the implication made you even more weak for him. 

His middle and ring fingers dragged again through your wetness, lingering for a moment before pressing inside you. 

You cried out at the intrusion, wincing slightly. It had been so long since you had a partner, and still your fingers never made you feel like this. Phantom knew all the right moves, drawing in and out at a steady pace. His fingers felt exquisite as they lazily fucked your slick cunt. And when his thumb pressed lightly against your clit, you whined his name. Suddenly you needed to see him exposed too, because if just his fingers made you feel so good then…

“You won’t be needing this.” You pulled his towel off his body, baring him before you. Your eyes widened at the size of him. Fuck. Your mouth salivated at the sight of his long, hard cock. You couldn’t stare too long, as his lips moved from their place on your neck and collarbone back to your lips.

Each kiss, every touch was hotter than the last, igniting the two of you. He was burning up. He felt perfect against your ice cold skin. Like a day of sun in the middle of a desolate winter.

You had half a mind to beg him to fuck you on the counter, and it’s like he knew were about to speak, because he interrupted your thought with an even more tantalizing suggestion.

“Can I fuck you in the shower?” 

You moaned, his fingers curling inside you deliciously, “What do we say when we want something, darling ghoul?”

He groaned, his hand moving from your waist to the nape of your neck. He gathered your braid and yanked sharply, exposing more of your neck for him to lavish. “Fuck,” he uttered between bites along your soft skin, “can I please take you in the shower?”

“Yes.” Your word was barely out of your mouth when he planted another fierce kiss to your lips. His fingers left you empty as he helped you off the counter. You would have followed him anywhere at that moment, anything to get him touching you again. 

He took you by one hand and walked towards the shower with you, kissing you every step of the way until your feet hit the slick stone of the shower floor. He gave your hands a squeeze to turn around and turn the water on. You smirked at seeing his cute butt, his tail protruding from just above. You were filled with the sudden urge to bite him when a large waterfall nozzle poured water out from above the two of you, bringing you back out of your thoughts.

Phantom turned to face you again, and all the sustenance in the world couldn’t quench the hunger in his eyes. Your adrenaline spiked then - or maybe it was the momentarily cold water splashing on your feet. Maybe it was the anticipation of knowing that you were finally living the fantasy you had wanted for so long. 

He pressed you against the tiled wall of the shower, the now warm water flowing down providing sweet relief for your chilled naked body. Your back was cold against the tile, so you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck to pull him closer. For warmth.

The two of you shared a series of messy kisses, your lungs suffocating from the intense lack of air as steam circled you. He closed the open space between your bodies quickly, his strong hand taking hold of your right leg and lifting it up to meet his waist. Once there, you were just one slight move from being as close together as you could possibly be. The head of his cock nudged at your opening, and you felt yourself instinctively clench with want. The water from the shower did a great job making your whole body wet, but you were dripping with need for him. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Your gaze moved up to his. Phantom’s dark eyes were clouded with lust, but wavered in slight trepidation. He was serious, wanting your full consent before going any further. For a beat, your heart stuttered in your chest, knowing there would be no going back if you two did this. You couldn’t say no, though, there was something primal in you that screamed with demand. He was the only one you wanted, and you wanted him desperately.

Heart still pounding, you reached up to touch his cheek and pulled him down into a passionate kiss. You broke the kiss to give him your answer, “Yes, yes Phantom, I want you.”

He nodded, eyes flicking over your face to search for any hits of doubt. Satisfied with your sincerity, he nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing you in deeply as he pulled you in. His cock pressed inside you with ease, meeting no resistance. You bit back a moan, teeth sinking into your bottom lip so hard you tasted iron on your tongue. If kissing him for the first time was ecstasy, feeling him inside you for the first time was oblivion.

“Oh fuck.” Your foreheads pressed together and you exhaled heavily as he sheathed himself inside you.

It was like a switch had flipped, you two went from frantic grasping and fevered kisses to slow, intentional movements. His right hand cradled the back of your head as he thrust into you with a deep rhythm that made your stomach tighten. He raised your right leg up higher so you were on your tiptoes, trying to press further inside you. 

The water from the shower head cascaded down your skin in rivulets, adding a tickling sensation over your breasts and your stomach as it trickled over you. It felt like something out of a fucking romance novel. The heat, the chill, the need, the gratification; a perfect equilibrium.

His hand grabbed greedily at your left thigh, “I need you closer.”

A feather of a laugh lifted the corners of your lips, “I don’t think that’s possible.” You kissed him again, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth and biting it. He growled, fangs jutting out to try to bite you back. You moved your face away, seeing the playfulness in his pitch-dark eyes mixed with something mischievous.

“It is.” That was the only warning he gave before he lifted you up effortlessly off the floor. Your legs wrapped reflexively around his waist and you gasped at the sensation of weightlessness.

You felt a furious blush burn over your face and neck, flustered at the ease with which he picked you up. Flushed at the way his cock bottomed out inside you fully. Your walls tightened from the additional intrusion, and you moaned into his mouth. Your lips collided together in a series of heady open-mouthed kisses, becoming a mess of teeth, tongues, and fangs. 

Your hands tangled themselves perfectly in his drenched hair and you rested your head against the tile to get a good look at him.

His dark brows were drawn together, and he had the look of utmost concentration and pleasure on his face as he drove into your heat. There was a deepening of the color on his cheeks again, a soft blush. He adjusted his hands from your thighs to have one arm firmly around your back, the other hand holding the roundness of your ass. Phantom’s eyes were turned down, and you followed where he was looking.

You let your gaze drift down, admiring again his toned, hard body against your soft, squishy one. When you looked all the way down to where you two were joined, watching and feeling everywhere each and every thrust of his cock inside you, you felt like you would melt.

It was all so intimate, too intimate for your first time together. Seeing his true form, being held so tightly in his arms, fuck, he had you. He had you so well. And the way he felt inside of you was divine. Like you were made for each other. 

Your body burned, your muscles trembled, your jaw twitched. Phantom tightened his hands on your waist and back, his claws scratching at your supple skin while his teeth and tongue took turns with your neck. His tail snaked up and twisted around your ankle, locking you further in place as if you’d run away on your own. You couldn’t even think of being apart from him. You never wanted him to leave your body.

As if the passion in the moment wasn’t enough, he reached a hand between you two, finding your clit and rubbing slow circles. You keened, bucking your hips forward, trying to grind harder against him, but he was in full control, holding you steady while he increased his rhythm. You felt a tension building in your abdomen, and you closed your eyes tightly, trying to resist your impending orgasm. You didn’t want to come yet, you wanted to draw it out more, but the added pressure on your clit from his thumb was butchering your resolve. Your breathing increased, every exhale punctuated by a whine as you felt yourself getting closer, and closer.

He noticed your futile writhing in his arms, “Are you going to come for me, pretty girl?”

You mewled, “Yes - but I want you to -” you couldn’t finish the sentiment, incoherent babbling becoming all you could muster. You were so close.

“You want me to? Where do you want me to come?”

“Inside me -” Your legs tensed, your abdomen tensed, your whole body locking up as your pussy clenched around him. You could no longer breathe or think.

“Fall apart for me, only me.” He kissed your neck, sucking on the skin there before drawing back. “Look into my eyes, sweet girl.”

You did, his near-black irises melted you from the inside. That taught string that had been holding you snapped, sending you spiraling. Your mouth fell open and a moan tore its way from your throat. He planted his lips to yours as you shattered in his arms.

His hands both moved up to your shoulders, pulling you down hard onto his cock as he drove himself as deep within you as possible. You felt him twitching inside you, warmth spreading as he came for you. 

You stay there for a minute, your breathing returning slowly to a normal cadence as the water continues to run over the both of you. You were wholly grateful for his inhuman strength; Phantom held you like you weighed nothing. He put one hand under your rear and the other came up to your face, his thumb stroked your bottom lip. His fingers caressed your chin, tilting you up and into one final searing kiss to seal your shared passion. 

“Can you stand?” He withdrew himself from you and moved to gently place your legs back down on the stone floor. 

“I - I think so.” Your stubborn legs wanted to give out, all your body wanted to do was collapse in a heap. 

He offered you his hand, helping steady you. “Want to get cleaned up? I mean, we might as well since we’re already in the shower.” 

“Yes,” you answered, before playfully adding, “please.”

“What am I going to do with you?” He whispered, kissing your forehead as you both relaxed in the steady stream of water.

-

[kuroshioi]

Path of the Abundance

Yaoshi's NSFW alphabet

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Path of the Destruction

Nanook's NSFW alphabet

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Path of the Harmony

Xipe's NSFW alphabet

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[thehypnone]

(@sentientgolfball) cw for free use, piss, gills and quintosis

Rain has always been one of Aether’s favorite playthings. So soft and pliable, so sensitive—just a sprinkle of quintessence always has him drooling.

It’s such a joy to be able to share the experience with someone who gets it, now. And Aeon is just as fucked up as Aether. If not more.

The two quintessence ghouls have invited Rain for some playtime earlier, and he enthusiastically agreed. Now he’s bent over a lump of pillows on his own bed with his body all limp and at the complete mercy of Aeon and Aether.

He can only drool and babble incoherently as Aether plays with his ass and Aeon with his gills. The older ghoul is painfully precise and methodical—borderline medical—about stretching Rain’s asshole; he’s only missing gloves, really.

“Is he wet?” Aeon asks from the head of the bed. The fingers of one of his hands are sank as deep into Rain’s gills as they would go—the same as his cock down the water ghoul’s throat.

“Obviously,” Aether chuckles. “Gushing.”

“Gonna make him even wetter?”

“Obviously,” he repeats with a wink and a smirk. Aeon mirrors it and curls the digits buried in Rain’s neck to feel the vibration of a moaning attempt around his cock. He grunts and his hips twitch, nudging the head of  his dick even further down Rain’s cool throat.

Aether ends his inspection soon enough and rises up on his knees to finally put his cock into the water ghoul’s ass. Rain gurgles around Aeon’s as Aether pushes in and both quintessence ghouls laugh cruelly.

“How does he feel?” the younger asks.

“Divine,” Aether replies as he bottoms out—hips flush against Rain’s fat ass. 

“Do you need him on the edge, or…?” Aeon—in charge of the water ghoul’s sensation tonight—asks, most likely having something devious in mind

“I don’t care,” Aether shrugs, “as long as I can use him however I like.”

Thankfully Rain can’t see Aeon’s smirk grow.

He can feel the change, though.

He can feel everything getting more solid, the ache in his jaw and joints growing, the feeling of Aether against his prostate and Aeon’s fingers between his gills quickly becoming too much to handle.

But there’s nothing Rain can do about it.

“That’s better,” Aeon hums and thrusts up into his throat again, all the while working his fingers more. It takes mere seconds for the newfound, quintessence-induced oversensitivity of his gills to make Rain tumble towards and over the edge.

His eyes roll back into his head and he squeezes around Aether’s cock and Aeon’s fingers as he spills between his stomach and the pillows he’s propped up on. The older quintessence chuckles, “Good job, Aeon.”

It’s his turn to wink as he pulls his fingers out of Rain’s gills and puts it on the back of his head to keep him still as he starts to really thrust into his throat—determined to cum, too, now.

He does not withdraw even a drop of quintessence, though. If anything, he slips even more in and Rain is in near agony as the others keep using him through what feels like his usual level of overstimulation tripled.

Rain’s pretty sure he passes out from it for a moment, because there’s no way Aether is about to cum so soon. Aeon’s right there, too.

“Aeth, I can’t—hold out,” he grunts, “do it now.”

“Fine, fine. You’re lucky he feels so good around me.”

Rain wants to whine when he remembers he can’t as he feels Aether speed up behind him. Aeon thrust up only two more times before spilling thick and hot down his throat with a moan.

A loud groan coming from Aether is the last warning Rain gets before being absolutely flooded with the older quintessence ghoul’s cum. He drapes his larger form over the water ghoul and pants into his ear as he keeps emptying his balls. Rain feels tears dripping from his eyes as Aeon pulls out and lays the water ghoul’s face against his thigh.

“There we go, that’s it,” he coos. “Just one more thing, yeah? For us, you can take it.”

The words don’t really register in Rain’s fuzzy brain and he has no idea what one more thing is supposed to be until he notices that Aether keeps filling him up.

He always has a lot to give, but this is too long even for him, so–Rain suddenly remembers their pre-scene discussion.

Right.

Aether might’ve emptied his balls already, but his bladder was next in line.

Rain didn’t think he could do it, but the realization that he’s being pumped full of piss, mixing with the cum already inside him, makes him cum again. He tenses against Aeon and the last thing he hears before the world really goes dark, this time, is the two quintessence ghouls laughing.

He comes back to in a different position—cuddled in between Aether and Aeon as they’re casually chatting away. Rain doesn’t move or speak, still very much out of it, but he realizes there’s something nestled between his asscheeks.

The water ghoul moves his tail and it’s not it; it’s harder than a tail anyway. He wiggles his hips a little and–oh.

It’s a plug.

They plugged him up to keep it all in.

Just like he asked them to.

[chiyoso]

Okay here me out...... If you could fuck Aeons...... Nanook

A WARLORD'S SOLITUDE

nanook, an eldritch, ancient mystery of destruction, had been playing as the puppeteer of death all over the continent since ancient times. a being, involved in the horrors of the world with one simple goal; to destroy and decay life. however, the day he decided to wreak havoc, his eyes wavered at the sight of a familiar figure, you.

ა content warnings. reincarnated lover reader · immortal god au · reader is implied as female · mentions of death and destruction · mature content · he gets hard at the end for you lmao · nanook goes by he/him in this fic · dead dove.

ა author notes. this wasn't smut (sry anon), but i did cook something. wc estimated to be 2k above?? not proofread and edited thoroughly cos this shit was made at 3am.

You couldn't be more mesmerized.

The dread in his face couldn't compare to the ones that witnessed his glorious, aurate form.

He was brilliant, a transcendent being, and he was an Aeon who was filled with mixed emotions of fear, love and confusion.

He looked more terrified than the mortals that ran for their lives beneath his wavering gaze, as the lustrous, golden irises landed upon a creature whose familiarity was certain, and it had shook the Aeon's core deeply.

The divine being was left with intensifying feelings of fear, his chest dripping with golden liquid, leaving out of him just like his shaky breath.

You were there, standing and taking witness to the golden-colored darkness, taking in a situation that will be left recorded in the history books. Your eyes hover and dilate upon a figure that was twice the size of a mountain, the once blue and calm moon that illuminated the world, was now enveloped with a golden hue, assumingly so from the revered Aeon's sudden appearance.

You trembled at the sight of the renounced being that was loathed, feared and looked down upon �� but you didn't feel fear, you felt undeniably drawn to its sudden presence in an artistic way, you were always quite an explorer. Your fear of the unknown made your surroundings feel uneasy about you, a beautiful human, that was filled of eccentricness.

In your trembling hands were a coal-tip pen and a thin book with contents of your accumulated sketches, you couldn't hear the deafening screaches of terror as the crowd runs to the opposite of where you were walking towards, it was art or nothing.

It was either to create a masterpiece for future artists to take and witness, or nothing.

Nothing mattered except the heavenly sight that was bestowed upon your eyes in this moment, you were transfixed, in awe, as your irises gloss upon the gold that was within his dark complexion, his long braids that destroyed an ecosystem in mere seconds and beneath him was that of a crater.

You continued to stare at the giant, drunk with inspiration — his golden, translucent, and glowing eyes, filled with a confusion of depair reeling you in deeper as you wondered about that seemed uncharacteristic of an Aeon, but you didn't dwell long on the thought as your hands starting to move on its own, beginning to draw your heart out while your head kept glancing back and forth repeatedly towards the coal-filled page and godlike piece you were drawing, your feet, bringing you to him as you continued to draw, unfortunately, you were finally deemed crazy by the people running for their lives, momentarily eyeing your actions, bringing them a millisecond of confusion, before continuing to sprint from the grasps of death.

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?! RUN DAMMIT!”

One said looking over to you with a mixture of panic and anger in his expression, his volume of voice minimizing as he ran away from the deathly scene. People continued to run from the hauntingly glorious sight, pushing one another in a panicked flurry, the sounds of their stomping, shaking the earth.

A majority of eyes had forced themselves onto you, physiques mostly dodging your still body in their attempt of preservation for their loves, except when—“F-... Fuck!” A person from your village knocked into you, resulting in your book of sketches, falling down onto the dirt as a wave of feet stomped on it repeatedly.

A turbulent of emotions raged within your heart, the feelings of heartache and despair surfacing physically as your eyes glisten with tears, bringing a hand to your mouth with shock from the thought of years of progress and creation, crumbling to dust with such a simple yet cruel act.

Nanook reacted to the spectacle, the sight of your grimace in your face, snapping him out of his thoughts, his protective instincts kicking in as the tip of his finger reaches out towards your direction, his burning ambers on the sight of the village — or more specifically, the man whom caused you pain.

A striking sharp sound ensued from the heavens, the nightly sky flickering with a golden hue repeatedly, the dark sky was like a canvas as lighting marks decorated the ether. You reacted, raising your head towards the source of the noise, your glistening eyes glimmered at the event, causing your despair to a sudden halt, replaced with excitement and artistic intuition from the ethereal sight before your eyes.

Suddenly, golden rays of light from the heavens came crashing down vertically towards the earth with intense velocity and speed, raining glorious hellfire upon the land surrounding you with a blinding light that forced you to cover your eyes. Even then, you were beyond satisfied with the thought of dying to such a disaster, it was a beautiful chaos.

The art before you made you speechless, and it filled your heart and mind with bliss as you feel the heat surrounding you closing in, the light almost engulfing and grazing your skin.

You were ready, you were happy and satisfied to perish within a beautiful aurora of gold.

You liar.

A deafening silence followed shortly after the intense, crackling sounds of power and despair. Confusion welled up inside you as you were still able to feel the nightly breeze grazing your skin, hugging your form, trembling in the sudden dread of cold air lapped around you.

You open your eyes slowly, reluctantly, revealing a gorey sight, a field of grim and lifeless art surrounding you. The hateful village that you once knew, had fallen apart, a future ruin that is now left as a remnant for future inhabitants of the world, a fragment of a history laid to waste by the Aeon of Destruction, who stayed and proved true to his myth.

“You're not real,” the Aeon, who bathed and dripped in gold, voiced out with a solemn, shaky tone.

The once giant of a man that shook the earth, was now of a size of a human adult male, and he was walking towards you, the gold from his figure and his steps, dripped down on the bloodied floor of lifeless bodies, leaving a trail of golden liquid before stopping just respectfully before you.

How could you possibly react to the situation at hand? Such a destructive, force of nature, shakily uttering your name with undertone of despair, the sight of his beautiful, ornate eyes dilating, studying you, memorizing you.

Myths that you had a hard time believing from your continuous torment from others, praying and hoping to be enlightened and saved— now being preyed upon with such power under his watchful gaze.

“H-How did you-” You voice cracked, heavy confusion accompanied with slight fear were apparent in your whole being.

How did he know your name? Why were you alive? Why was he looking at you this way? Why did I only get spared?

You continued to overthink, your mind racing with thoughts.

The great Nanook, who painted your only home in red and ashes.

The great Nanook, who inflicted countless of deaths, disasters and terror since the beginning of time. He was the true form of destruction and despair himself.

Yet, that gaze... It wasn't befitting of a God.

Nanook looked at you with such an almost unrecognizable look, unfathomable emotions in his eyes, wavering at the sight of you, his beautifully constructed face faltered into the depths of similar to a heartache, weeping in gold within his eyes while the memories from his over lived lifetime continue to hit him like a celestial disaster that would engulf the whole world, his whole world... being you.

The you who was so familiar to him, the you that would bring back countless memories about love wnd happiness, the you who left within his arms in your previous life eons ago, the light in your eyes leaving, dreading him from ever loving again. Reincarnation was a mystery even to destruction himself, some would reincarnate after death, some would take millennium, eons, or a lifetime.

And yet, there you were, a fragment of himself, and he felt whole again, witnessing such a miracle, seeing you again, so close yet so far to him.

“Aeon,” you called out to him in a hushed voice, your face filled with confusion and fear replaced with concern and worry because your gaze landed upon the golden liquid, cascading down from his saddened eyes.

Nanook, flinched to your voice, the sound reverberating within his ears, causing his heart to flutter to your dearly missed chords.

It was different, but it was yours.

He'd only stiffen up, dilating irises staring longingly into yours, having intense, overwhelming feelings of confusion, aching, a deep longing for none other than you.

You weren't the her that he knew, but you were still the soul that he ached for and cherished. He brought a hand to his head, exhaling short, heavy breaths instead of audibly sobbing despite the golden tears that stained his cheeks.

The Aeon was both smitten and terrified at the sight of you, his eyes glossing over every feature that existed before his eyes, cherishing every millisecond with you. He took several deep breaths, composing himself before taking another step forward to you.

“D- Don't come any closer-...” You said in a panic, taking a step back simultaneously as fear began to creep back within you again.

“Please...” You continued, your voice starting to tremble, you had expected him to not listen, since, he was after all—a being of decay and havoc, but instead, you witness him flinch to your words, his heart shattering from your desire to make him stay disganced, retracting his reaching hand from you and standing in place as he stares at you with a visible faint frown.

“Do you... Do you know me?” You asked, steadying your quickened breath as you steel your gaze towards him, looking for answers, keenly observing his body language and facial features with the accumulated skill you had as an artist.

Nanook was silent for a few long moments, taking deep shaky breaths, he was starting to calm as well, finding solace in your voice, savoring it this time more intensely, not wanting to part from the existence of you again.

“It... It matters not flowe-”

“It does, and you know it.”

You cut him off without missing a beat, your courage returning, confident that he won't be able to hurt you—having that identified from the way he was acting.

The firmness of your tone accompanied with your unwavering gaze, caused him to look away to the side, his cheeks beginning to heat.

It was all so closely familiar to him, the way your voice rang with a firm, fearless tone, the way you would hold your ground in every situation even if risked your precious life, the way he knew of your unquenchable curiousity and wonder, the way your plump lips frowned to him, as fragments of memories continue to overwhelm him, flickering in his mind.

“Aeon Nanook,” you called out to him again but with alias name, echoes of his name replaced the silence with no response from him.

He couldn't respond.

Instinctively, you began to pace forward to him as your curiousity began to grow—remembering the spectacle before this situation, on how the air filled with an aurora of gold, the air, filled with shimmering particles of the same color that was flowing all over his body, his well carved, toned and physique that you couldn't help but glance to it every now and then, your womanly and artistic senses battling each other in your internal struggle

And the nickname for you? Flower? Why does he act in such a manner? What does he—

“You are aware of my prominence and alias, yet you continue to call me by my title,” he'd intercept your thoughts, trying to sound like his normal, glorious self, but the sight of you accompanied by your voice was too much for his fluttering heart, the beads of his sweat trickled along his neck, the darkened hue all over his cheeks that had spread to his ears the moment you stepped several paces closer towards the higher being—and that confused, but intrigued you even more.

The latter was winning.

“Then,” you said, before stopping before him, a safe yet risky distance as the gap between was far more lesser.

“Your eminence, Nanook of Destruction...” he stiffened as you call out to him, simultaneously placing a hand to your chest, your gaze locked and piercing as your fear completely diminishes from your body, replaced with overwhelming curiousity, and determination.

“Forgive me for my insolence, but if I were to die, I'd rather be informed,”

He could never hurt you.

“You have spared me, even upon laying waste on the land I once called my home, your brilliant attacks managing to—not once, move towards my way,” you've arrived just infront of him, a genuine frustration apparent in your expression.

“Why.”

The toughness of the situation may have affected your senses right now, but you could have sworn you heard him curse under his breath seeing his mouth part slightly, his bangs covering his face as he tilted his flushed face down, but you didn't dwell on it further as you were brimming with a desire for questions.

The blush remained on his face, his eyes narrowing to you, causing you to retract back a few steps away, the reality returning to you that you were current demanding a being far from the mortal grasp, your grasp.

You didn't know, but his head spun from the flood of emotions and memories of the past, and your actions tipped him over the edge, causing him to get drunk with overwhelming love, affection and lust for you, the golden liquid all over him starting to boil, looking towards the earth beneath the both of you.

He was reduced to a weak man as of right now.

“I...” He cleared his throat, his gaze returning to yours as his body language tells you all kinds of information, and dammit, everything was an itch to your brain as to how illogical the situation was.

“Flower...” There it is again.

“You wouldn't believe m-”

“I speak with an individual who is considered to be a myth at the moment, try me,” you interrupted again, showing the firmness of your question and decision, and he was so absolutely smitten by you once more, falling in love all over with you again, a personality that he missed so much, causing his heart to blare, interrupting his internal thoughts, thoughts of how to answer you.

You then take a step forward once more, your eyes never leaving his, and if you walked two more paces, towards him, you would've been within his personal space, not that he would mind.

“A supreme being, speaking to me as if I were someone dear to you, sparing me from the demise of your powerful feats. A manifested concept of destruction, gazing—carrying this heavy tone similarly to a man who's utterly lovesick towards a maiden he admires from afar.”

You weren't far from the truth.

You then narrow your eyes to him, closing the distance once more with one more step, looking up to the towering sunlight of a man before you.

“Forgive me talking in such a way that would invoke discomfort towards you, but I want to address the illogical problem—you continuing to call me a name like I am a person so familiar and so close to you.” At this point, he couldn't hide the flush in his face anymore from the almost closeness between you two.

You're just so...

Nanook continued to gaze downwars to you, listening to every word you're saying intently, your strong will, courage and curiousity that he was all too familiar with, finding you absolutely adorable and alluring—but he won't admit that, at least not for now.

“Reincarnation, my flower. It is because you are, familiar,” he took a deep breath, lowering his gaze.

“So very familiar and known to me...” his voice trails, you noticing the trembling of his lips.

You were so, so close.

He bathed in your familiar scent that was addicted to before, and taking a whiff of it after so long, he seemed drugged, dazed wnd intoxicated.

His eyes starting to haze as well as his mind, savoring the closeness of the two of you. His dazed, loving gaze continued to study and savor you like a revered, famous artwork, amused by the visible disbelief and contempt on your expression that he caused.

You felt out of touch from the emotions you were experiencing, every emotion you were feeling were so foreign to you, and it was a scary yet thrilling experience.

You didn't want to melt to the nickname he kept calling you, you didn't want to react to his sweet, rich voice, talking to you like you were the best thing in his whole, supreme existence, but your body betrayed you, showing the faintest hint of a blush, starting to show.

You didn't process the information he uttered out to you, you couldn't, and you didn't want to, even if you knew it wasn't a lie, since it came from an Aeon especially.

The fact that you knew the meaning behind his body language, the way you tried being oblivious to his facial expressions, his flushed out face, and the way his gaze would make you feel so special and wanted.

You didn't want to come to a correct conclusion, you didn't want logic to... logic. Perhaps some other Aeon of Life and Death were playing a sick game towards the both of you.

The astronomical luck of this Aeon, as well as yours, meeting you in this era, this lifetime, was most, most absurb.

You couldn't fanthom it, and the thought of being intimate with such a destructive force of a being like him, doing all of those things together.

Fuck, you then quickly turn around from him, feeling your cheeks grow hot, resulting in Nanook to jolt, your actions bringing him back to reality as your back was now faced towards him.

He has killed and ceased many souls, he has caused endless death and destruction for eons and eons of his existence, his sole purpose was and is to take and destroy, being a puppeteer to his Emanators and subjects who did his deeds for him. He was a feared and revered being, he is a glorious, beautiful being whom destroyed your village, he would most likely continue to lay destruction if it hadn't been for you, and—

Your mind contined to wander about, your cheeks continuing to feel hot as the red tint finally revealed itself, spreading to your ears.

“Flower—?”

“Why... Why do you continue to call me that—!”

You hissed, your voice came out high pitched, reducing the aggressive tone you originally wanted, but you couldn't help it, you were feeling yourself fluster further for the wrong reasons.

“I- I don't know you... I can't perceive you in such ways,” you say meekly, lowering the volume of your voice.

Hm?—“What ways, do you speak about flower?”

The Aeon mused, walking to your side, tilting his body down and taking a glimpse of what was happening, the moment he saw your mirrored blush, he felt more alive than he already is as his lips curl into a faint smirk, placing his hand onto the top of your head, rubbing your head gently and affectionately, and since he knew you through and through, he most definitely knew you were in denial about the facts that even you yourself didn't want to accept, because you were such a smart woman, such a lovely, lovely intelligent woman whom he cherished dearly.

He would've included you within his golden auroras of death if he wanted to harm you. He would've already killed you even after you somehow escape from the attack if he wanted to. He wouldn't be patting your head so lovingly if he wanted to cause you pain. Why would you let him touch your hair even? Why did you want to get closer to him? Why would he—

“Love,” He muttered to you, not realizing his mouth was near your ear, causing shivers down your spine as a soft yelp escapes your mouth in shock from the new cute name along with his actions.

“Shall I continue to inform you? I assume your... thoughts are currently running with a vast amount of things, correct me if I'm wrong,”

His usage of coyness only continued, having your confidence wavered—intentions of breaking that wall of strength, just like him when you managed to tame him.

“You can resist me,” the hand from the top of your head currently wasnow tracing down along your nape, his thumb brushing along your skin, the warming of your skin being felt as your cheeks burn further.

He certainly knew how to make you feel, he'd know how to rile you up, whether it'd be wholesomely, or sinfully, he knew you through and through, at least—the soul harboring the current body of yours that is, and all that could be achieved by none other than him, and him only.

“Nanook...” You call to him, soft and vulnerable, turning your head towards him, revealing your uncontrolled reddened face, your expression trying to not show any signs of weakness to him.

His gaze softened further, the sight of you causing him to chuckle as his deep, rich laughter felt so pleasing to your ears, not helping you in your situation.

“Even-... Even if I was reincarnated as you said, I-I don't know you,” he moved closer, needing to hear you, wanting to hear you.

“At- At least not like in the life that you and I were...” You attempt to look away, your face sunken, dusted with a deep, visible blush, showing such a side that spiked Nanook's heart rate, along with yours

Neither of you were dumb, nor ignorant.

Both of you were intelligent enough to know that there was a lingering air of attraction and warmth surrounding the two of you, despite the you in this lifetime not knowing absolutely anything about him, be it his personality, the intimacy you two shared, and what you cherished most, emotional vulnerability.

The thought of being lovers, being so heavily intimate with such an attractive, powerful being left you pondering deeplyyou, making you wonder about all kinds of things as your cheeks remained heavily flushed.

You then flinch, the feeling of his hand formerly on your nape, now moving down towards your lower back, wrapping his hand to your curves, gently and sensually caressing it.

“You're right,” His other hand then reaches up to your chin, making you face him as his face grows near to yours.

“And yet... you aren't resisting my advances as of this moment, why is that?” He hummed, his smirk remaining on his face, knowing he caused your head to spin and fluster you into the depths of warmth and affection, but he was also absolutely experiencing euphoria along with you, experiencing so much happiness and warmth from your familiar presence that had always had such a strong effect on him.

He was acting coy and smug, masking that unconditional, unwavering deep love and affection that he had for you, previously buried until forgotten, except his all of his weaknesses began to starting to resurface, having trouble discerning if it was good or bad, but—the only thing that felt good, was him basking in delight from your presence again.

He was right though, why weren't you rejecting his touches? His forward advances? The way your cheeks would flush deeper he speaks in such a loving tone that caused your heart rate to spike its pace, the way he would brush his thumb across your chin as he held it, gazing lovingly upon your face with a warm smile that you almost melted to.

He most definitely saw you before this whole situation erupted, he saw your familiar eccentricity, he saw the way your eyes gleamed whilet you passionately drew your heart away to the sight of him, he saw the familiar wonder and the way your eyes would shimmer, seeing him in the reflection in your eyes amongst the chaos he previously cause, and... since you assume he knew you through and through.

Does that mean he accepts you?

“Does this mean you accept me?”

You thought aloud, your lips parting to say your uncontrollable thoughts as your eyes continue to gloss over his face, emotions welling up within you.

He accepted you before then? He accepted the way you are? He accepted the parts where you yourself loathed along with the people who casted looks of disdain and unease to you? He accepted the you that was true and weird? All your flaws, and he loves m—?

“And love you, yes.” His words interrupting your thoughts simultaneously, gently pulling your face closer to his with his fingers, his warm breath grazing upon your trembling lips as he smiled so warmly and affectionately towarss you.

“You may not know me in this life, you may not know who I am from within, but believe me when I say this,” He then leaned forward, tilting down his body to match your height, thus presses his lips against your forehead, his soft and warm lips lingering for a few long moments before reluctantly pulling back.

“I have made a promise to you since then, that if I had ever encounter your lovely soul once more and that I have—even in another lifetime, the next one after that, and until my existence is eradicated from existence, until then, I would make you mine. Over and over and over,”

“Do you understand me, love?”

“That... and is there a problem with getting to know me again?” He added, coyly, affection imminent, rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip, staring at it with an intense loving gaze, biting his own as love filled lustful thoughts seeped into his mind, reminiscing the memories of intimacy.

Ah, his cock underneath pulsed, twitching slightly under his white drapes from the reaction of your lips. Your quivering, plump lips were already moist just by his touch, as a soft whimper escaped your mouth from the heavily intimate gesture he was demonstrating to you.

Your took a sharp, shaky inhale from his loving, impactful words. You didn't know this man, you didn't had anyone look at you, care for you, love you, cherish you, look at you in such a way that everything started to feel blocked out. It was only you and him that existed in the both of your spaces.

The both of your hands travel to his wrist, moving his hand towards your cheek, closing your eyes as you savor and melt into his palm, his thumb continuing to rub against your moist lips.

“You're beautiful, you are.” His pupils turned into hearts just looking at your own gesture, accepting his advances and the intimacy between the two of you.

“You really, really are,” bathed in affection and warmth, an unspoken agreement of a certain love and lust filled and surrounded the two of you.

A vast majority wished to experience the intensifying love these two had, despite their heavy, heavy differences. A mortal, and an Aeon, the Aeon of Destruction in specific. It was a bizzare sight again.

The ground shook, a rumbling was heard in the distance, your moment of loving was cut short, interrupted, as sounds of yelling in the distance catches both of your attention, turning both of your heads to the source of the noise with annoyance and confusion, only to realize the people whom worshipped under other Aeons, a faction whom dedicated themselves to destroy anything and everything about the path of destruction, arrived with an overwhelming multitude of armies, shaking the soil both of you stood on as the skies above them also had soaring fleets, moving towards you and the Aeon.

Nanook's eyes narrowed in annoyance, clicking his tongue to the sight, extending his hands towards the direction of the interruption in an instinct as the golden liquid slithered from his chest to his hands in veiny, lighting marks that appeared all over his extended arm, the tip of his finger radiating a sudden black orb of what seems to be a black hole, the orb surrounded with his signature golden liquid, accompanied with a golden mist and—“Nanook!” You grabbed and placed yourself upon his arm, lowering it as you look to him wincing from the uncomfortable sensation of the golden marks touching against your skin, you shook your head frantically, before speaking to him.

“Don't, please.” He took a fleeting moment, processing your words and pondering deeply to himself. A defeated sigh escapes mouth from the pleading tone and glistening eyes of yours, his gaze softening shortly after as his other free hand grabbed you by the waist, holding you tightly against him, before pointing the summoned black orb of space to the nightly atmosphere, sending the orb soaring up to the stars, his gaze lowering to the armies and fleets that were moving quickly towards the both of you.

“And flower, I'll also get you a new book to draw on as an apology to destroying your home.” He smirked, teasing you as he snapped his fingers, the orb dissipated, a few seconds of silence ensued, before a massive, beautiful explosion shaped of a widened northern star followed suit, causing panic and bafflement to the incoming starskiffs and cloud soldiers from all continents within the Xianzhou.

The ethereal explosion that was just performed, dissipated slowly, but the golden, dust particles of exploding northernstar began to engulf the both of you, covering all of your form, shortly after a bright light emitting towards the both your bodies, before a sudden familiar moonlit darkness returns to the world again, making a hasty, easy escape into the darkness as a golden shower of dust particles illuminated the night sky, leaving unsatisfied feelings of anger, regret and pain towards the army that arrived.

Let his destructive calling be damned, he wasn't going to let you go, not until you two meet in another lifetime again.

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Aeon - Oneshots/AU's Collection, Chapter 2, Promise me

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Pairing: Leon S Kennedy & Ada Wong

Summary: Ada gets injured during her mission and Leon is there to help her

Status of their relationship in this oneshot: Complicated

WC: 3.5k

Type: SFW

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Art Creds: Sardine

The place was desolate. It was silent.

Leon can't believe he was assigned to this bullshit mission. Graham hates him, he swears. But, it has to be done. He wasn't assigned a partner for this mission, he is all alone, treading through the empty and darkend streets of a small abandoned town. It hasn't been an easy one, he's a little roughened up from all the climbing and falling but hey, it's what you're given with this type of job.

It's lonely though, not a soul around. It's been that way since he was dropped off here by a chauffeur.

The sole reason Leon is even on this mission is because Graham is having him investigate this place. It's still unknown but there have been bizarre murder cases near this area, ones that not your average person can intake; That's why Leon was sent out and not anyone else. It's fine though, he'll get the job done.

Not only have their been horrific cases such a murder, but this place is wiped out. Leon hasn't seen anybody or any signs of life-that's what worries him. Not even a peep. The most he's seen is some rodents but that's too common to seem abnormal. In a way, he hopes to catch a glimpse of something, anything. He doesn't want to have come out here for nothing. Everything happens for a reason, right?

All around him, houses surround Leon. He's already looked through a few of them, there are only two left. Both look a tad bit more rugged than the rest but oh well. All Leon is looking to get out of this mission is something of an importance-a clue or some person of suspect possibly. It all depends on how this mission plays out. So far, it's a complete bummer.

The porch steps creaked beneath Leon. They were wood and so clearly they were rotting. They appeared to be wet as well, it must've rained here the night before. This is the only house with a set of stairs leading up to it-it is also the biggest house. The door was just about closed-only a crack being visible. Leon isn't going to lie to himself, he's somewhat nervous. You never know what's awaiting you ahead. Every step, he must take precautions.

Before pushing the door open carefully, Leon grabbed out his pistol and flashlight, holding onto both with a firm grip. He wanted to be as safe as he could be.

The door hinges were loud as Leon slid the door open, making Leon's eyes squint slightly. He had to be on guard. You never know what can happen. The cabin was dark, extremely dark. Of course there's no power here, how could there be? There was also evident dust everywhere, this place has been empty for a while. Just through the beam of his flashlight, dust was flying and flowing all around, causing Leon to have to clear his throat countless times.

In the main room, there was a rusty old table in the middle of the room. It had what appears to be old canned food on it along with tainted silverware. This entire place looks ancient, like it hasn't been accompanied in decades.

It also had an odd smell to it. The entire place smelt like wood and copper, it was awful. Leon stepped towards another door, opening it and immediately pointing his gun in front of him-nothing. It was both a disappointment and a relief that nothing was in this shit hole either. "Just my luck." Leon grumbled to himself, kicking some random box out of his way so he could explore further.

This room was clearly a bedroom. There was a mattress on the floor and it was extremely stained. It's a probability that squatters stayed here at some point. Not only was there a bed but also a dresser. On top of it was an old looking music box. Leon would open it to see if it works or if there's anything inside but he doesn't want to even touch it, no risks shall be taken.

Other than that though, the room was empty.

It seems as though whoever resided here many years ago up and left without a trace of items of importance.

When Leon first walked into this home, he remembered there was another room on the other side, maybe there's something in there? Exiting the bedroom, Leon ambled towards the other door. This door seemed off-evil. There was something not right about it. The door was terribly unmatched to any other he's entered through and there was a door handle on it which none of the others had. "Hmm." Leon hummed, wiping his hands before wrapping his hand around the knob; It was locked.

"What the fuck." Leon mumbled, shaking the knob harder now. Yeah, it was sealed shut.

Stepping back slightly, Leon aimed his pistol at the door handle at an angle where it wouldn't ricochete and hit him or something vital. All he wants is to bust this damn door open.

He pulled the trigger and the gunshot was loud, very loud. Leon's ears rung momentarily-he never shoots like that, in such an enclosed space all alone. But, his attempts were successful this time, the lock was off and he'd be able to enter the room. Although, the scent emitting from behind the door was rancid. It smelt absolutely awful. He couldn't imagine what was even back there.

With precaution, Leon slowly pushed the rusted door open. It's hinges were loud, making Leon wince-he doesn't want to attract any people or even animals to the noise-even possible B.O.W.S.

Entering the room, it was pitch black. There weren't windows in the room at all. That awful smell was just getting closer. It was so bad to the point Leon was begining to feel sick. "Fuck sakes..." Leon coughed, trying his best to take slow, quick breaths so he doesn't have to inhale often. He held his breath even, that's how disgusting the scent was.

He aimed his flashlight towards the ground and was appalled by the sight. To begin, there was blood and dead animals-rodents of sorts such as rats and raccoons. "Poor bastards." Leon sighed deeply. Despite there being some dead animals in the room, that couldn't be the only source of the smell. It was vile. Leon turned his flashlight directly in front of him and was sickened by the sight just feet from him.

It was a dead body, hardly decomposed-fresh. It appeared to be a middle aged woman, it's possible she's the owner of this home. "God..." Leon mumbled, taking notes of any visible wounds-there weren't many, oddly enough. There was a deep cut near her shoulder and some spots on her lower waist. The cause of death is unsure to him. He'll have to report this to Hunnigan ASAP.

Taking his eyes off of the traumatic sight, Leon attempted to get ahold of Hunnigan but despite his efforts, he failed. The connection is too weak out here, they need better systems & tech.

All he could do was reach somewhere with decent reception.

Heading out of the cabin, Leon heard a loud crashing noise from outside. He stopped in his tracks, immediately pulling out his pistol and getting ready for whatever it was that plans to come at him. This place was so desolate not even a minute ago, why is it suddenly revealing it's dark side? Leon figured this would've just been another flunked mission-guess he was wrong.

Rushing outside, Leon didn't see anything. The only noises he was hearing now were crows and the uneasy wind. The wind did seem to have picked up, Leon's hair flowing in it along with his brown jacket. This place suddenly got much scarier. It feels as though there's more to it's dark side. Leon will have to uncover it.

He began to walk off of the porch and through the dark, eerie area-a spooky trail. The entire walk was terrifying. Leon was on his toes. He felt as though every step and every twist/turn only brought him closer to an inevitable doom; He somehow managed to ignore it though and treaded through. His pistol was high & ready, his flashlight too. He just wants to make sure that everything here is done and handled with.

When he gets back to Graham, the first thing he'll tell him about is that nasty room, the body in it... It was grostesc...

Continuing his walk, Leon heard yet again another loud noise. This time, it was much closer, as if it was right above him. His eyes shot up as he saw a slim figure crash onto the ground. The fall wasn't terribly high and whoever it was is bound to be a little bruised and beat up, but okay. Leon is just stunned. There's no way that was an animal, it had the body of a human-a woman based on their figure. Why would someone just fall like that? Confusion filled his thoughts.

There was no time to waste though, he had to make sure whoever it was is okay-it is his duty.

Leon bolted towards his estimated spot where the person, or possibly even B.O.W may have fallen-you just never know. At this point, his fear level lowered and his adrenaline was breaking the scale; He wants to get away and out of this hell hole.

Beneath him, leaves crinkled and branches snapped. The noises echoed throughout the hollow, uneasy forest and Leon knew he was making a lot of noise; All he can do is pray that he doesn't attract anything, or anyone. To him, in this very moment, all that matters is whether or not the person is okay and if whether or not they even are a being. Leon could just be seeing things-this time, he doesn't believe that he is though.

Eventually, he reached what seemed to be the end of the trail as now there were more run-downed cabins and homes surrounding a main area. Leon was filled with all sorts of emotions. There's simply no way that these people just up & left their village like this, there has to be a deeper & more darker reasoning as to why. All he can presume is some sort of massacre occured here, a massive one.

One thing Leon was right about though is that yes, it was infact a person. Another thing he's sure he's correct about is that it's a female-it has to be.

Slowly, he approached them. He made sure to be sleuth so he wouldn't alarm them. He isn't a danger to anyone, he's a helper. Leon is a very caring person and all he wants is to make sure those around him are safe and taken care of. His footsteps were light and his voice was gentle as he spoke, making sure he wouldn't frighten them.

"Uhm, hello? Are you alright?" Leon said softly, crouching down to be at their level. There wasn't a response. As Leon got closer, he realized he was once again correct-it's a woman. The girl had jet black hair, light makeup on and a skinny body. She smelt really nice too-vanilla was the scent that immediately came to mind. What would some woman be doing out here in these conditions? It's rather concerning...

"Miss, please respond. Are you okay?" The only response Leon got was some whimpers & grunts, no words.

Putting his fingers up to her neck, Leon checked her pulse which was perfectly normal. He decided to budge her slightly, maybe that'll do the trick.

Carefully, Leon nudged her waist, hoping it would bring her back to consciousness and well, he was right. Right after shaking her slightly, he awakened. Backing away, Leon remained crouched as he watched the woman catch her head as she realized what was happening. She lifted her head up and Leon nearly choked-Ada...? He couldn't tell beforehand, the woman's face was covered back her short, black bob. It couldn't be... Leon hasn't seen her in years...

"Ada...?" Leon mumbled. Shock filled his body. He felt as though he couldn't move and time was frozen. He analyzed her face thoroughly, it's definitely her. He could never forget her face, no matter how hard he tried. She's always been that same woman locked away in his memories.

Ada leisurely turnt her head and faced Leon. Her eyes were dark and demeaning, as if there was something deeper going on in that head of hers. She didn't say anything. "Ada, don't you recognize me?" Leon hummed. His body was a lot less tense now, his once pronounced fear turned into concern and confusion. Ada scoffed-that was the first real noise he heard from her. "Do I recognize you? Leon, your face is a bit hard to forget."

There's the Ada he knows.

A sign of relief overcame Leon. He fully let his guard down, it was so very difficult to not do that around her. Despite the countless lies & betrayals, something about her has always made him feel extraordinarly safe and calm. She grunted as she attempted to stand up. Immediately, Leon set his hands on her wound-she had some sort of gash on her lower stomach, he hadn't even noticed until now. "Woah, do not move, let me patch you up." Ada rolled her eyes at his words, "Leon, I must go." "For once, let me save you." That tugged at Ada's heart but she didn't let it show.

She was stubborn.

"I have things to do, it's only a minor wound." "Minor wound? It's an opened gash that could easily be infected, especially somewhere like this. Ada, it'll take minutes, just hang tight." It was as if subliminally, Leon was sending currents from his brain to hers considering she suddenly became less on the edge and more comfortable. "Find. Be quick." Ada looked around the circled in area, checking for any nearby dangers-they were good though.

Still, Leon was confused. What is she even doing out here? Knowing her, she'll give him little to no information. She's always been the secretive type. "Why are you even out here?" Leon decided to give it a shot. "Work." "Work, hm? It's always work... Working for Wesker again? Or just some new, random and dangerous organization?" "You're pushing it, Leon." Ada snapped back. Leon huffed out as he pulled out some bandages and disinfectant. Above all else, he wants her to be taken care of.

Ada's quiet whimpers of slight pain hurt Leon. As much as they are different, he cares for her, he always has. She's a part of him that he'll never manage to let go. Ever since that dreadful September night, she's never left his mind. Any mission he sets off on, deep down, he hopes he'll see her; Somehow he manages to sometimes, like the time in Spain. It's been a few years since then and everyday, she's been delved into his thoughts.

"I know it's uncomfortable, bare with me here." Leon whispered. His face was close to hers considering he had to have a good angle of her wound. Leon didn't notice it but the entire time, Ada was admiring him. Ada wishes she could obtain such a caring side. Leon's always been so selfless and outgoing, two traits Ada has been trying to achieve since she started this damned line of work. Seeing Leon act out on them has always made her feel all warm inside-this damn man and what he does to her...

"What happened? You fell, I saw." "My hook didn't latch into the tree correctly, I fell." "Does anywhere else hurt?" "No. I'm fine." Ada spoke, her tone somber but she seemed fine enough through Leon's eyes-she is such a strong woman.

Rubbing the disinfectant in, Leon rubbed her upper leg softly whilst doing so, it was a way to ease the pain. Ada didn't object, infact, she allowed it. The disinfectant stung but it was very necessary. "It only stings a bit, then I'll put this patch on and you'll be fine." "Okay." Ada heaved, her dirty hands wiping onto her attire. She looks gorgeous, per usual, even whilst being a bit beat up looking. She's always wearing red, it suits her best. Leon was enamored by her pleasant appearance.

Once the stinging wore off, Leon ripped open the patch and made sure to rub some ointment into it-it'll help heal and keep it from worsening. Ada gazed at Leon and right as she did, he did as well. Their eyes met in a long, loving gaze. Though never admitting it, their care and liking for one another has always been rather evident, even if they don't want to admit to it.

Placing the patch on her lower midriff, Leon was about to press it on but Ada insisted she do it, knocking his hands away. "Don't bother with it." She then pressed it on, making sure the entire patch was sealed onto her. Leon sighed deeply, still kneeling down beside where she was sitting. "Are you going to be okay?" "I will be fine." "Let's stick together, I can help you out, I won't get in the way of what it is you need to do." Leon persisted. This was just a way of wanting to be around her.

"You know better than that Leon."

She was right, he does.

A man can hope though.

"I have unfinished work to resolve and I assume you do too." Ada stated as Leon helped her up. She brushed all the dirt and dust from her dress, wanting it to look pristine. "Do you know what's gone down here? I saw a dead woman in a small, claustrophobic room back in one of the cabins." "No, I do not. I'm here to simply retrieve something and I'll be on my way." Leon scoffed and made a dirty face before saying, "That's all you ever do." "Excuse me?" "Nothing." Leon doesn't even want to deal with it.

"I didn't come here to be belittled by you Leon." "Belittle?" "Yes, belittle. Not all of us can work a line of honesty like you do, respect that I am trying." "Oh I respect you Ada, not what you do though." "What I do? I do what I need to for survival. Not all of us can be loaded and well off like you." Ada was frustrated. How can this man make her mad and in love? It's nonsense.

"I don't belittle you nor do I judge you. I just care about you." "Care?" "Yes. I care for you. I want you to work for something worth working for. You don't deserve to be working in the slums." "Is that all I am to you? Just a woman who works in the dumps?" "You are so much more than that and you know it." Of course their first real conversation when they reunite is an angsty spat. Leon can't help himself, it angers him-the path she's on.

Leon just sighed and rubbed his temples. He felt bad, he knows he's in the wrong. Ada just deserves so much more than this.

"Ada, what are you even going to do? Grab whatever it is you need and gallop off into the sunset as always?" "I'll do what I need to do." "I'm tired of the vagueness, dammit!" Leon shouted, causing birds to fly off and an echo to occur. "Are you trying to cause a scene? Keep it down." Ada spoke sternly. Leon listened.

"I need to go." Ada checked her watch and looked around. "Go? Where? You surely aren't staying here." "I'm going to be extracted to check somewhere else." "Still remaining secretive hm? Got it." Leon blew out deeply, running his fingers through his hair. Ada simply stared at him, not saying a word. Leon looked back at her, his eyes softening, how could they not? "I know you just want what's best for me." "I do." Leon murmured.

Ada stepped closer to him, "Ill be safe, for you, I promise." Her monotone yet serious tone brought a wave of comfort over Leon. For him? She's generous for that one. "Promise me?" "I promise."

She pecked his cheek lightly and stepped away, still gazing at him. Leon was a tad bit stunned by the sudden act of affection but if was such an Ada thing to do, he wasn't even surprised.

*See you around, Leon, I always do." Ada gave him a very modest smile, it was barely noticeable though. Leon can't quite recall if he's ever even seen her smile, even once. He was speechless, no words could form what he wants to truly say.

Before he could even mutter a sentence out, she used her grappling hook to dart off into the oblivion ahead. Something inside of Leon told him to go after her but his brain declined the notion; It wouldn't be safe at all.

"Jesus..." Leon groaned, pulling out his device, getting ready to get ahold of Hunnigan for a send out team.

Maybe Ada is right-maybe they'll run into one another again soon...

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

dessert before dinner (leon x ada) ♡💋

[originally posted on: 2023-11-11]

(i just realized I never made a lil moodboard for it and felt like doing it skbfsk)

“You don’t usually eat at places like this all the time do you?” She shakes her head lightly, “only on dates.” He feels his eye suddenly twitch despite their unconventional relationship. If he could even call it that.  “So is this a date?” Ada shakes her head again, “this can be whatever you want it to be.”

guide ♡ - fluff / 💋 - you'know / ☁ - angst

[my ao3] [my masterlist] [my artwork and moodboards]

photo creds: [top right] @katshinigami [middle image]

if someone can pLEASE tell me where the seventh one is from? ;_; i found it ages ago and I can't remember where it's from. it was a render on deviantart but i can't find it anymore

[fire-lizard-ro]

Masterlist

Honkai Star Rail⭐

*is for favorites

Belobog

>>>Gepard

Puppyboy Gepard (NSFW)

General Angst Headcanon

[requesting connection…]

>>>Serval

Poly Serval/Natasha + some yandere w/fem reader

>>>Natasha

Poly Serval/Natasha + some yandere w/fem reader

Xianzhou Alliance - Luofu

>>>Jing Yuan

Angst + Fluff [Untitled]

Poly JingRen (NSFW)

Jing Yuan slowly falls in love with baker reader

>>>Dan Feng

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Astral Express

>>>Dan Heng

Dan Heng IL (NSFW)

Dan Heng IL + oviposition (NSFW)

Bottom Dan Heng (NSFW)

>>>Trailblazer

Random Trailblazer Stuff

>>>Welt

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Stellaron Hunters

>>>Blade

Poly JingRen (NSFW)

>>>Kafka

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Penacony

>>>Sunday

Sunday Headcanons 1

Sunday Headcanons 2

Bottom Sunday (NSFW)

Sunday with a Columbina like s/o + part 2

Arranged marriage

Arranged marriage pt. 2 (NSFW)

Religious Themed Devotion

Sunday with a reader that is like him

Sunday being related to Ena somehow theory and headcanon talk

>>> Gallagher

Gallagher ideas and headcanons

Aeons

>>>Nanook

Headcanons (CW: dark themes)

>>>Yaoshi

Headcanons (CW: dark themes)

Other

>>>Argenti

Rambling to Pixel pt. 1

Rambling to Pixel pt. 2

Religious Themed Devotion

Argenti with a reader who is good with words and flirting

Blind reader

>>>Dr. Veritas Ratio

Rambling to Pixel pt. 1

Rambling to Pixel pt. 2

Bathtub sex (NSFW) w/fem reader

Ratio as a father

>>>Aventurine <333

Screaming about Aventurine ideas

Aventurine angst/comfort

>>>Luocha

Religious Themed Devotion

[rainxdewsupremacy]

NOT complaining but like- BRO I ALWAYS SEE NEW SUMMONED FIRST TIME PHANTOM FICS- I WANT TO SEE DIFFERENT GHOUL FICS OF THEIR FIRST TIMES

LIKE- GIMME MOUNTAIN’s FORST TIME OR DEW’s EVEN IFRITA IDC JUST NEW STUFF PLEASE!!!

[dewsgremlin]

Rain: Have I been sexually active lately? - thinking - What exactly do you mean by lately? Like last week? Or last month? I'm more the passive part, you know, but two weeks ago I slept with Phantom and I was the active part then... I prefer to be bottom but you know, he's new and I kinda needed to impress him... sooo I was the active part.

Doctor:

Nurses:

Everybody else in the treatment room:

Rain: Are two weeks ago lately?

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

*°:⋆ₓₒ day 1. lingerie

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “all dolled up”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ you wanted to look extra pretty for phantom on the holiday season

pairing: phantom ghoul x afab!reader

a/n: let’s kick off this seasonal event with our favorite bug :)

cw: nsfw content. lingerie. phantom going feral for reader.

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“gorgeous little thing… all dolled up just for me. ohhh you’re going to make me lose it with how damn good you look.” —❤︎

┅✦┅

what a nice way to celebrate the seasonal festivities this year.

slipping on the last piece of laced fabric, a satisfied sigh escaped your lips as you checked yourself out in the mirror, admiring how your body looked.

“damn, i picked the perfect one.” you whispered to yourself, whistling as you traced your body gently with the tips of your fingers.

you were right, the lingerie you picked out looked hella fine on you. the white laced fabric hugged your body snuggly, highlighting every dip and curve, while still leaving a fair amount of exposed skin out in the open to just tease anyone who got as much as a glance.

the pretty little laced stockings just added to the look, creating a delicate look on your body, but it kept that seductive charm to it. the perfect blend of sweet innocence and spicy flair.

you looked like an angel. an extremely sexy one at that.

oh phantom was going to love how this looked on you.

he’s been so busy with the band, and the annual cheers of christmas were one of the only few times he could have a day off.

despite his demonic heritage making christmas rather frightening for a ghoul like phantom, he enjoys the quality time he gets to spend with you over his well earned and deserved vacation.

and you were going to make it extra special for him.

tying up the last ribbon on your laced arm warmers, the lingerie was just the finishing touch to this gift. you looked hot, and damn did you know it.

“oh he’s so gonna ruin his pants over this.” you snickered mischievously to yourself, running your smooth fingertips over the exposed skin on your thigh.

now it was time to set the stage for a warm, cozy and steamy night.

gathering a few things in a nicely wrapped up shoebox, you pulled out a container of rose petals, scented candles and a lighter. fluffing up the comforter on phantom’s bed, you scattered scarlet red rose petals across his bed to set the mood.

the candles all had scents related to nature and winter, but none of the smells were too strong to ruin the setting of this risqué abode. lighting the candles and setting them in candle holders, you carefully laid out each candle on a surface away from flammable objects, but were placed in a way that made the atmosphere even more alluring than it was before.

you laid down on the bed, head resting against the pillow as you posed in various angles. now, there was only one missing puzzle piece to this perfect surprise.

phantom himself.

but you were patient, you could wait.

the reward would only be more fulfilling if you did anyways.

spreading your legs slightly, you leaned back and rested your hands between your thighs, just testing out different positions to see what would get phantom the most riled up.

legs in the air? nah.. that’s too provocative for the start, something more subtle maybe. arms behind your head? no… that was too basic, at least in your textbook definition of basic.

on your stomach? now that’s a pose.

you laid flat on your stomach, hands clasped gently underneath your chin, perching your head up at the door where you were anticipating for a certain bugger to walk through.

your legs were crossed. this will definitely be a night to remember alright.

you could barely contain your smile, and just laid on phantom’s bed, looking as adorable as ever. your mind was already envisioning the different things phantom was going to do to you.

was he going to flip you over doggy style and push your head down in his pillow, forcing you to take him from behind? rip up that pearly white lingerie like a starving man and just eat up your cunt? perhaps he might even force you down on his him, make you gag on his dick until your vision was blurred and you were seeing nothing but stars.

you didn’t oppose to any of those ideas, as long as you and him got to feel good this year, that’s all that mattered.

and it seems that santa has heeded your wishes, because the faint sound of keys jingling together and a lock opening indicated that your ghoulish lover was home.

staying in your suggestive pose, you smirked devilishly as you watched the door to phantom’s door open.

there stood the quintessence ghoul, a little dazed from his guitar work, but when he fully took in his surroundings, his jaw hung wide open.

he even dropped a bag of what you could safely assume to be christmas presents.

phantom was just awestruck and absolutely dazed at the same time. he felt like he was being seduced by some sort of ancient, seductive deity.

goddamn did he like what he was seeing.

“merry christmas?” you asked, but your tone was very much amused.

“fuck.” is all phantom could utter out, inching closer to the bed, completely forgetting about the bags he was holding.

“well… i mean, if you want to then sure.” you teased, and phantom scoffed, rolling his eyes playfully.

“you little minx, you and that dirty tongue of yours.” phantom chided back, practically pouncing on the bed and crawling towards you.

you got up from your stomach and backed away from him on the bed, still holding that teasing gaze. it was like you were just begging to be taken already.

phantom’s calloused claws reached to grasp the soft, plump flesh of your skin, sighing delightfully as he kneaded the skin lustfully.

“fuck, doll face… where did you even get something like this?” phantom practically panted out, his slitted tongue tickling your earlobe.

“mmmh… secret.” you giggled. “let’s just say… aurora helped me out a bit.”

“of course she did. that little freak always has tricks up her sleeves.”

the quintessence ghoul just couldn’t resist, he attacked your neck with kisses and bites, lavishing your skin while he relishes the tiny gasps and moans you were making.

he smirked into your skin and continued.

“though i gotta say… she definitely did a good job.” phantom whispered into your neck. his tail tucking underneath your laced stockings and lifting up the fabric before letting it go and feeling it snap back onto your skin.

“gorgeous little thing… all dolled up just for me. ohhh you’re going to make me lose it with how damn good you look.” he praised, and his words left you melting.

phantom’s lips planted a soft kiss on your own lips, before he moved one of his hands to gently grip your jaw.

“white is definitely your color.” he growled out. “you look so hot, it makes me wanna do sooo many bad things to you.”

“heh, and you called me a minx. you’re getting riled up and hard over what i’m wearing.”

phantom just scowls and attacks your neck again, nipping upwards until he reaches your jawline, to where he starts attacking it with kisses and bites. he pushes you down on the bed and smirks.

“shut up.” he jeers with a lustful tone, pushing his hips between your legs. “you wanted me to be like this. wanted to get me all hot and bothered so i can fuck you like a goddamn animal.”

he pushes his erect, clothed cock against your delicate white panties, rubbing his hardness against your wetness, groaning in pure excitement as he watches you squirm beneath him.

“ahh.. and it seems the little minx wants to be fucked like an animal too.” phantom teases, and you just scoffed.

“oh fuck off.” you retorted. “hnngh… i wanna know what you got me for christmas at least..”

phantom chuckled.

“well, i got you something… rather risqué too.” he snickered. “i guess great minds think alike, eh?”

you perked up at this mention, and your eyes flickered over to the gift bags on the floor that phantom dropped. through whines and whimpers, you managed to utter out.

“nngh… what’s in the gift bag?” you asked, smirking as you already had an idea of what kind of gift phantom had gotten you.

the guitarist only mirrored your devilish grin and used his tail to grab onto the handles of the gift bag. reaching his hand in it, he pulled out a pair of fuzzy handcuffs.

giving you a lustful and needy look, phantom proposed an offer. “so, do you wanna make a mess?”

you couldn’t resist the idea. let’s make this a christmas to remember.

“damn right i do.” you finished off.

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[her-satanic-wiles]

October 26th

Masturbation, Phantom x Cardinal Reader

Masterlist ⛧ The Cardinal Masterlist

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: Masturbation; mutual masturbation; caught masturbating; sub!Phantom (because I just can’t help myself, boy needs putting in his place); panty sniffing; degradation kink; squirting; finger sucking; cum eating; praise kink;

Taglist: @sodoswitchimage @enchantedbunny @bitchywitchygardener @thew0man @sodomiser @the-did-i-ask @copias-sewer-rat @gehrmansbignaturals @deetz-ghuleh @onlyhereforghost @zombiesnips-blog

This is a continuation of the previous Phantom fic because I actually think about that daily… this is my Roman Empire right now… Also, I listened to THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND by Bad Omens on repeat when I wrote this so… do with that information what you will…

🔞 MDNI 🔞

Your day had been absolutely wonderful. You had the best night’s sleep, which bled into the most delicious breakfast, followed by a slow work day where you were able to catch up on all of your work and even start a new book all before lunchtime. And lunch was delectable, too. The kitchen had put on an array of delicious foods at the buffet this time, with bruschetta topped with fresh tomatoes, basil, and olive oil; arancini balls (of which you devoured several); fettuccine Alfredo amongst many others. It was very rare that Satan had blessed you with the most perfect of days, but you were thankful nonetheless. And even somewhat excited to get home, put your feet up and relax.

Your Ghoul, Phantom, had a separate schedule that he had to attend to today, which was, perhaps, the only negative part of such a perfect day. But, he was still in training after all, despite how much work you put his way as his Cardinal.

You took your heels off at the door as you entered your chambers, sighing in relief at the way your feet were now able to flatten out and stretch. You poured yourself a glass of water and stood in the kitchen, contemplating your next move when you heard it.

There was a faint grunting coming from your bedroom, behind a closed door that you know you left open when you left your place that morning. You could recognise those whimpers if you were blindfolded and threatened that your life would end. Phantom was in your room, and he wasn’t behaving as he should be. Quietly, you moved to your bedroom and slowly opened the door, making absolute sure that he wouldn’t notice you were there.

You opened the door the whole way, but his eyes were so tightly shut he had no idea you were there. He lay, sprawled out on your bed, completely naked including his mask, each item of clothing thrown carelessly around your room in his desperation to get his hand on his cock. One of his hands was wrapped around his beautiful length, stroking it perfectly and just the way he liked, slick with his spit and focussing on the sensitive, pink head. His bottom lip was trapped between his teeth in a feeble effort to stay as quiet as he could so he wouldn’t alert you to his presence just in case you came home earlier than expected, but it didn’t stop his pathetic whimpers from spilling out in between the short, sharp inhales. In his other hand was a pair of your panties, the exact pair you took off the night before when he was with you, deep inside you, whimpering as he was now. Those panties were damn near attached to his nose, he refused to move the gusset the entire time he was stroking his cock.

You were wondering what he was thinking about - the first time you both had sex, perhaps? When you took him in your office, stood on his cock and made him submit to you until he bent out of shape and broke at your very whim? Or maybe he was thinking about the night before, how you let him take you from behind and pretend that he was in charge… though that didn’t last long. Poor baby had no idea how to dom though he tried. It all came to naught when he was on the verge of cumming and begging for permission to do so, whining in your ear as all doms do, of course. Though, you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on to hear that immediate switch from “strong man” to “needy, subby bitch”.

His hips bucked the harder he pumped, and his moans became louder and louder. You even heard little whimpers of, “Cardinal!” as he played with himself - no doubt imagining whatever fantasy he’d concocted since the two of you played with each other regularly. You could feel arousal pooling in your cunt, wetness flooding your core with each lewd sound of his cock as he jerked it rougher and rougher until you decided to act and alert him to your presence with a clearing of the throat.

The look of fear and panic on his face almost had you drooling. He sat up immediately, launching himself off the pillows and throwing your panties across the room. His hand did what it could to cover his cock from you, but it was too late. The damage had already been done and he knew he was in for it now.

“Little slut couldn’t wait for his Cardinal to come home and take care of him, hm? Had to use my panties to get himself off.”

“Cardinal! I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry, Cardinal! Please forgive me.”

You propped yourself up on the dresser. “Okay.”

Your nonchalance and unbothered demeanour was uncharacteristic to say the least, and it unnerved Phantom more than he could possibly say. At this point, you would be finding a way to punish him, making him suffer for his disobedience. He walked into your room, stole your used panties, and was touching himself on your bed - all of which without your permission. “O-okay?”

“Okay.”

He hated this. “That’s it?”

“You wanted more?”

“Well, I expected-”

“Oh right, yes. You wanted to finish didn’t you?”

“Cardinal?”

“Go ahead. Lie back, little prince. Finish yourself off.”

“A-are you sure?”

“Of course. Tell me, what were you thinking about?”

He was now on his knees at the foot of the bed, about a metre away from you. His hand, tentatively, wrapped around his aching cock, still very much suspicious of you but desperate to touch himself. He’d be lying if he didn’t find this hot, though - the idea of him stroking himself while you watched him; his beautiful Cardinal whose eyes were fixated on the way his hand stroked over himself.

“Tell me, little prince,” you repeated, eyes trained exactly where he wanted them, “what were you thinking about?”

“Y-you, Cardinal. I was thinking about you.”

“Specifically?��

“When you tied me up… t-took what you wanted. How your pussy felt good around me.”

You lifted your legs and hooked the heels of your feet onto the edge of the dresser. You lifted your robes up and revealed your panty-clad cunt, the fabric soaked from watching your little plaything touch himself. You moved the gusset to the side, and allowed him the privilege of looking at your slicked folds. “This pussy?” You asked.

“Oh fuck.” He began stroking himself harder. “Cardinal.”

He reached forward to touch you, not that he’d be able to reach at that distance anyway, but it didn’t matter. He wanted to, and that was enough for you. You kicked your leg forward, swiping his hand away from you with your foot. “Ah, ah! Bad boys don’t get to touch.”

There it was. There was his punishment. The one thing he wanted the most right now, the thing he could see plainly right in front of him, but couldn’t have. You were playing a dangerous game - dangling the steak in front of the lion and expecting it not to bite. But then, lions weren’t the strongest in the Pride; Phantom was toothless and he knew it.

You didn’t miss how much faster his hand moved over his cock as you exposed yourself to him; the way his mind moved a million miles a minute as it comprehended just what you were doing to him. His heart rate spiked when he saw your hand move lower…

Lower…

Lower…

A gasp escaped your lips as your fingers made contact with your clit, your head tipping backwards and mouth falling open with each stroke. Your eyes closed at the feeling as the rest of your face contorted in a peaceful bliss at the relief you were finally giving yourself. Touching yourself instead of him touching you was almost just as much torturous - except your sadistic side was singing at the suffering you were bringing him. Sweet, kind, funny, intelligent, naughty Phantom, kneeling at the foot of your bed, completely naked, foaming at the mouth at the sight of your core and tormented by the fact he can’t touch it, lick it just the way you liked.

You chuckled at the sight of his pathetic, dumb little face, fixated on the movements of your hand, matching his stroking with yours. The way his mouth hung open in concentration and his pupils had blown out, removing any colour from his irises. He needed you so fucking badly, his whimpers and moans just confirmed what you already knew.

“Your hand feel good, Phantom?” You taunted.

“No. I want your cunt, Cardinal. Your cunt would be better. Please.”

“It would be better. So tight, and warm, and wet.” You dipped your fingers inside. “Oh yeah, so fuckin’ tight.”

“Fuck.”

You tapped up, hitting your g-spot with each movement and causing genuine moans to fall out of your mouth. His hips bucked at the sound of your fingers sploshing through your wetness, the same wetness he could practically taste on his tongue. All the times he’d been buried between your thighs with your pussy hanging off his tongue.

“I’m sorry, Cardinal.” He confessed, words slurring with the lack of concentration. His focus on your fingers turned his brain to mush. “I’m sorry. Please. Please let me touch you. I’ll be a good boy, I promise.”

“You always - fuck - promise to be a good boy.” You pulled your fingers out and spread your wetness around your clit, furiously rubbing at the button. “You t-tell me you’ll be a good boy then go and - shit - go and do shit like this.”

“Cardinal, please!”

“No. You - fuck I’m close! You’re gonna watch me cum on my fingers. You get to watch me pl-please myself. If you’re good I might let you - oh fuck, I’m cumming!”

You came hard, your juices spurting out of your as you did and pooling on the dresser, sploshing on the floor dramatically and dripping off the wood when the stream had finally stopped. The sheer power of your orgasm knocked the wind out of you, forcing your free hand to grip onto the dresser in an effort to ground yourself. And you watched through blurred vision as Phantom fucked into his hand desperately, tongue escaping from behind his lips as if he could catch the droplets and drink them down.

When he saw that you were coming down, he piped up again, his voice breaking the silence. “Cardinal, please. I’ve been so good for you. I wanna cum, please let me cum. Please, Cardinal.”

“Little prince wants to cum, hm?” You pushed yourself off the dresser, your fingers still covered in your cum. Those fingers you moved towards him, holding them out so his mouth could finally reach them, but pulling away just as his lips were about to wrap around them.

“C-Cardinal!”

You laughed cruelly and cupped his chin, trapping it between your index finger and thumb, forcing him to look at your face rather than the cum dripping off your digits. “Pathetic little whore, desperate for my leftovers. You want to taste me, hm? Beg for it. Make me believe you want to.”

“I want your cum in my mouth,” he said, words rushed and desperate, “I want to taste you. I want to lick up your cum, please let me. Please let me clean your fingers. I’d lick it off the fucking floor if you’d let me. Please.”

“Oh, now there’s an idea. Not today, little prince. But… you think that was good enough?”

Tears began forming in his eyes. “Cardinal, please!”

“Good boy.” You moved your fingers to his mouth. “Take your reward.”

His free hand gripped onto your wrist to stop you from moving away as he sucked your fingers into his mouth. His eyes rolled back at the taste of you, eyelids fluttering as though he had just tasted the most delicious food ever created. His tongue moved erratically around your fingers, making damn sure every available drop was gathered on it and swallowed down his waiting throat. The whimpers that came out of his throat were gaining in volume and intensity, a verbal cue to let you know he was ready to cum but waiting for your permission.

“Cum, little prince. Cum for me.”

He was always good at cumming on command, thanking you with muffled gratefulness as his lips were still around your fingers, sucking hard on the skin as his cum began pouring from his tip, gathering on the skirt of your robes. He let his teeth slip, biting down on your fingers accidentally but not hard enough to be painful. The hand that was on your wrist tightened in his pleasure, and his fingernails dug in for purchase. He was lightheaded, swaying with the force of his orgasm, so much so you had to steady him with your other hand.

“You’re okay,” you told him, genuine kindness shining through in an attempt to comfort him, “I got you, baby. You’re safe. I got you. So fucking good for me.” You leaned forward and kissed his forehead. “Good boy.”

He regained his mental ability to, well, exist and looked up at you with wide, puppy eyes. You bent down and kissed his lips, pulling him upwards for a passionate connection to help soothe the ache you created. “Always so fucking good for me, aren’t you?” You praised in between kisses. “You take what I give you so well.”

“All for you, Cardinal.”

“I’m just as much yours as you are mine, and don’t ever forget that.”

He nodded. You could feel the panic coming off him when you pulled back. “Cardinal?”

“It’s okay, my love.” You began stripping your soiled robes off and removing every item of clothing until you were just as bare as him. “Lie back and get comfortable. I’m coming.”

You climbed onto the bed once you were ready and scooped him up, pulling him to rest his head on your breasts and holding him as he needed you. He clutched onto you tightly, falling slowly into a deep sleep.

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[sweetsweetstrawbs]

Stress Toy

18+ MDNI

I’ve been so busy finishing my degree that I forgot I actually love writing! Here’s a short smutty fic I wrote to get back in the swing of it! Read on AO3 here or under the cut <3

Swiss/Rain/Phantom

Tags: free use, threesome, praise kink, spitroasting, hair-pulling, choking, brief mention of self-lubrication, implied poly!ghouls (outside of them straight up fucking)

Phantom leaned heavily against the counter as he swung open the fridge door. They'd all arrived home from tour less than ten minutes ago, with Phantom beelining for the den's kitchen. He'd previously been able to hear siblings moving between the busses and the equipment storage rooms, but the ministry had since fallen silent. At least, that's what Phantom was taking for granted in his hungry and exhausted state.

Suddenly, two large hands found themselves around his waist. Phantom jumped lightly which prompted a dark chuckle from behind him.

"Hey bug." Swiss lowly spoke, a smirk clear in his voice. "Good to be home, huh?"

"Yeah..." Phantom breathed out. He'd meant to say more, but his thoughts were derailed when he felt Swiss's grip tighten around his slim waist. He could now feel Swiss's breath dusting his neck and shoulders as he leant down to pepper gentle kisses along the skin left out of his t-shirt. A purr kicked up in the smaller ghoul's chest as the kisses became more intense. Fangs started grazing along his soft grey skin and he found himself being pulled into Swiss's growing bulge.

"Satanas that bus is tiny with all of us in there. So cramped. I'm aching, sweetheart." Swiss croons into Phantom's neck. He ran his plump lips up the side until he found his pointed ear, nipping it before whispering directly into it, "You gonna help me relax, baby?"

Phantom whined lightly, his head rolling back onto Swiss's shoulder. He brought his hand up to grip Swiss's curls as a warm hand moved teasingly down his body, ending on his rapidly hardening dick and giving it a squeeze. Phantom couldn't see his face, but didn't need to to know that his trademark smile had spread across his face. Swiss hooked his fingers into the top of the smaller ghoul's sweatpants and tugged them down under his ass. He then unzipped his jeans, freeing just enough of himself to get a hand on his dick. Without warning, he moved his free hand to the centre of Phantom's back and pushed. Once Phantom caught himself onto his elbows, he arched his back and tried to rub up against Swiss. The larger ghoul leant forward just enough to spit on his already-wet hole, before lining up and slowly pushing in, making Phantom gasped quietly. Swiss shortly bottomed out with a grunt, grinding against Phantom's ass as his hands found his hips once again.

"P-please!" Phantom whimpered, already panting slightly.

"Only because you asked so nice." Came the reply before Swiss dutifully started pounding into him. Swiss used his harsh grip on his hips to pull him back to meet his thrusts. Phantom's head dropped forward, his dark hair falling over his face. With every stroke, he let out little ah sounds which only served to spur Swiss on.

"C'mon guys, you couldn't have even made it into someone's room?" Rain groaned from the doorway. Phantom's head jerked up, craning his neck to look at Rain. Swiss acted like he hadn't even heard him.

"S-s-sorry Rai-ain." Phantom's voice stuttered with each hard thrust. Rain tsked and stepped closer, pushing the wavy locks out of his face before holding his chin gently.

"Doesn't he just have the cutest puppy-dog eyes?" Chuckled Swiss, slowing down to talk. Rain cocked his head before replying, his eyes never leaving Phantom.

"Yes he does. His mouth is so pretty too."

"I'm always happy to share my toys, Rain, you know that." Rain smiled in response, but it looked distinctly ominous to Phantom. Too much sharp teeth, he thought. Any further thoughts were interrupted by Swiss's hand grabbing hold of his hair and pulling him up. Rain looked thoughtfully at the two, Phantom now squirming against Swiss's hairy chest as the latter ground up into him. Rain unzipped his own jeans, before letting them and his boxers fall to the ground and hopping up to sit on the kitchen counter. He leant back casually and grabbed himself at the base. Swiss used his grip on Phantom's hair to push him down towards Rain's cock. He opened his mouth immediately and gazed up at Rain.

"Aww, so obedient. Such a good boy." Rain cooed as Phantom took the head into his mouth. The praise drew an involuntary whine from the back of Phantom's throat.

"Fuck, he liked that. I fucking felt him squeeze around me." Observed Swiss, picking his pace back up. As soon as he brought both of his hands back to Phantom's waist, Rain's cool hands drifted to replace them. His grip was softer than Swiss's, gently guiding him down his dick. He sighed as he felt Phantom start to moan around his length.

"Just like that, Phant. Doing so well for us." The force of Swiss's pounding was pushing him rhythmically down his dick, but Rain pushed his head further down anyway making him gag slightly. His head had lolled back and his eyes fallen shut once Phantom had really started sucking, but he opened his eyes to gaze down at his partners. Phantom staring up at him, full of tears and admiration. Swiss had his eyes lasered on where his and Phantom's bodies joined, brow furrowed in pleasure. Short gasps were escaping his open mouth. Rain watched as he leaned forward and his hand disappeared under Phantom, whose head flung backwards with a feminine moan. His eyes shut tightly before he started babbling incoherently.

"Please, please, please, Swiss-that's, ah, so sensitive-" Rain slipped off the counter to kneel in front of Phantom. From here, he could see Swiss's large hand flying over his dick. Palming himself at the sight, he grabbed Phantom's throat, choking him. His eyes opened again to make contact with Rain's as he whimpered.

"Eyes on me while you cum, baby. Cum all over Swiss's hand, that's right. Just let go." Ever obedient, Phantom did as he was told as he painted Swiss's knuckles white. Rain eased up on his throat as his orgasm washed over him, letting him catch his breath again. Swiss, however, sped up his pace, groaning at the feeling of him pulsing around his thick cock.

"You think you can take me again, babyboy?" Rain mumbled into his skin as he kissed Phantom's cheek, who nodded absently in response. His mouth was open again before Rain could even stand back up. This time, Rain held his head and fucked his face. Phantom was completely overwhelmed by the sensation of being pounded into from both ends, his spent dick perking back up.

"Such a fucking slut, just letting us use you however we want, huh?" Swiss growled, his claws beginning to break the skin on Phantom's hips.

"Ah, shit- he's so well-behaved," Rain panted, "being so good for us". Phantom whined loudly around his dick as he came again. As he did, a jolt of quintessence unconsciously left his body, sending both Swiss and Rain over the edge immediately. Swiss leant forward as he did, moaning curse words into Phantom's skin. Rain's hand tightened in his hair and he made a noise like a squeak, tugging Phantom until his nose met his pelvic bone. The three of them stayed like that for a minute before gently pulling out. Phantom's knees buckled before Swiss caught him with a strong arm. His sweatpants had fallen down around his ankles, so Swiss used a free hand to pull them back up before maneuvering him around for a kiss.

"Thank you, bug. I feel much better now." Swiss whispered into his soft lips. Phantom purred happily as Rain cuddled in.

"Our sweet boy." He murmured into Phantom's hair, gently squeezing Swiss's arm as he did which earned him his own kiss from the multi ghoul. Phantom's eyes fluttered shut and he drifted off to the affectionate whispers of his partners.

[ladyantiheroine]

Red Lips, Red Roses, Red Dress

Summary: Ada invites Leon over dinner. They both get more than just a meal. Read on AO3.

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Ada Wong

Warnings: Explicit sexual content.

Word Count: 6.3k words

Tags: Femdom, pegging, first dates, dom/sub, vaginal fingering, finger sucking, love bites, strap-ons, strap sucking.

Leon was nervous the whole drive over. His hands left a sweaty shine on the steering wheel of his Jeep that even blasting the AC couldn’t fix. It only got worse when he stepped into the elevator and pressed the button with his free hand. In his other hand was a bouquet of red roses that trembled ever so slightly.

After so many years of circling each other, after so long of slipping from each other’s fingers like sand, Leon was finally going on a date with Ada Wong.

And he was scared shitless.

At this point, Leon had taken on zombies, cultists, and horrors no person should ever witness. And yet at that moment, none of those things made him nervous like the thought of having dinner with his longtime enemy turned ally turned paramour.

While women flirted with him often, Leon hadn’t been on a proper date in a long time. Hence why his heart was racing and his neck was sweating. He felt like a teenager about to pick up his crush for the prom.

Leon glanced down at the napkin in his hand. Using a red pen, Ada had written her address down on it in elegant handwriting. Her apartment, or at least, her current apartment. Ada likely wasn’t the kind of woman who stayed in one place for long and definitely didn’t just hand out her permanent address to anyone, even him.

The two had always encountered each other in strange circumstances. In Raccoon City during the T-virus epidemic. On his mission to Spain to save Ashley Graham. But now, they were meeting at an apartment like two normal adults. It was so unusual for them, and in a way, the normalcy made it more nerve-wracking. 

He jumped when the elevator dinged and the door opened. Leon stepped out and turned down the hallway, following the number that Ada had written down: 13B.

Leon gulped and ran a hand through his hair. He glanced at his phone and the time read 5:59 p.m. It was now or never.

He lifted his knuckles to her door and knocked.

~

Perfect punctuality. 

Ada had told Leon to arrive at her place at 6:00 p.m. And she heard his knock on the door right on the dot. Clearly, his rule-following instinct from his rookie days hadn’t completely gone away.

It was just in time, too. Ada had finished setting two plates of sirloin steak and mashed potatoes next to two empty wine glasses. She had a tall, fresh bottle of red unopened next to two burning candles.

“Just a minute,” she called.

Ada turned to a mirror on the wall and examined her dress. A simple fitted dress in her signature blood-red color. Off-shoulder, with a pair of black pantyhose underneath and black pumps. Fancy enough to look nice, casual enough for dinner at home. One of the downsides of running into Leon so much on the job was that he had already seen most of her formal wardrobe, so she had to go shopping for something new.

Ada had been on plenty of dates, but most of them were for missions. They were with men who were targets. She dressed in her red silk and sat with them through dinners and didn’t complain when they ran their hands up her thigh, only so she could get information out of them. Manipulate them. Take them out if the mission called for it.

But an actual date -date? She hadn’t had one of those in a long time. And to be honest, she’d gotten a bit rusty. Seduction was easy, but romance was a much more demanding game. This probably explained why she suggested the most typical date idea in the book: A candlelit dinner.

Ada looked at the old clock on the wall. Two minutes past six. She couldn’t keep him waiting forever. She inhaled a sharp breath, then approached the front door.

~

Leon heard the click-click-click of high-heeled shoes on the other side of the door. He inhaled a sharp breath to calm his racing heart.

I can do this, he thought to himself. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. 

Ada opened the door.

I can’t do this. 

Leon could have fallen to his knees right then. Ada always looked put-together, but at that moment she was absolutely radiant. A silky red dress and deep red lips, her skin and hair practically shining. She could have stepped out of a painting in a museum.

And he was going to spend the evening alone with her.

All of a sudden, he felt like they were back in Raccoon City all those years ago. He was the naive rookie and she was the double agent who could toy with him so easily.

“Leon,” Ada said. “Perfect timing.”

Leon gulped and remembered he was holding a bouquet in his hands. 

“These,” he said. The plastic wrapping crinkled as he gestured with the roses. “…they’re…for you.”

One sentence into the date and he was already tripping over his words. Thankfully, Ada smiled and took the bouquet from him.

“Thank you, Leon,” she said. She sniffed the roses and then raised an eyebrow at him. “How’d you know my favorite color is red?”

It took Leon several seconds to realize she was being sarcastic. He chuckled and scratched behind his head.

“Lucky guess, I guess,” he said.

Ada pushed open the door.

“Come in and take a seat,” she said. “I’ll put these in the kitchen.”

Leon followed her inside. The apartment was modest but cozy. Not a lot of decoration, which supported Leon’s theory that this place was a temporary hideaway.

The idea of Ada leaving the city sent something cold in his stomach. But that evaporated when he saw the layout in the spare room that Ada had converted into a dining room. A table for two with two candles that glowed gold on the walls. His stomach grumbled when the scent of prime steak filled his nose.

“That smells amazing,” Leon said.

“Let’s hope it tastes decent too,” Ada said, emerging from the kitchen.

They both took their seats at the table. Ada popped open the bottle and poured them both glasses. Leon cut himself a piece of steak and moaned when he forked it into his mouth.

“Mmmm,” he moaned. “That’s good stuff.”

A ghost of a smile crept on Ada’s face and she brought her red lips to the red wine in her hand.

The candles between them dripped shorter as the two of them chatted for the next hour. Ada asked Leon what he was doing now (upcoming mission to Ukraine next month) and Leon asked her about work (“You know I don’t work and tell.”). All the while Ada watched Leon’s mouth as he chewed and sipped and licked.

He seemed nervous when he first arrived. Trembling and blushing and stuttering like a prepubescent. But now, perhaps thanks to a second glass of wine, he seemed to relax a bit. He smiled and laughed, cracked more jokes, and leaned back in his seat.

At one point, he had a small white spot of mashed potato in the corner of his mouth. Ada resisted the urge to take her finger and wipe it from his lip.

~

Outside the window, the cool blue evening sky darkened to black. All that was left on both their plates were red juice from the steak and scraps of mashed potato, and their wine glasses only had drops left. Ada watched Leon dab his mouth clean with his napkin.

“That was superb, Ada,” he said. “Really, that's the best meal I’ve had in a while.”

Ada wiped her lips with her own napkin.

“I’m glad you think so,” she said. “I’m not much of a cook. Steak and mashed potatoes are the one thing I can do decently.”

“More than decently,” Leon said. He crumpled up his napkin and dropped it on his plate. “If we do this again, you should come by my place. I make a mean tomato soup.”

“You cook?” Ada asked.

A proud smile beamed on Leon’s face.

“You bet,” he said. “And I don’t stop at tomato soup. I can do clam chowder, French onion, chicken noodle. I can also make homemade pasta. I just got a new pasta maker machine in my kitchen. If you want breakfast, my family has this old omelette recipe—”

As Leon rambled off food recipes, Ada felt something warm twisting tighter and tighter in her chest. Leon’s blue eyes beamed and his smile shined in the dim candlelight. He was sweet, genuinely sweet , in a way most men weren’t. At least, not to her.

Fuck, Ada, she thought to herself. You’ve fallen deeper than you thought. 

Ada gathered up their plates and silverware and took them to the kitchen. She set them on the counter and opened the dishwasher. Before she could distract herself by loading the dishes, Leon appeared beside her.

“Let me help,” he said, already grabbing an empty wine glass off the pile.

“Leon, it’s fine,” Ada said. “You’re my guest, you don’t have to.”

“Well, I want to,” Leon said defiantly.

He helped her load the plates, silverware, and wine glasses into the washer. He even found the soap in the bottom cabinet and readied it in the plug. Ada stood and watched him shut the washer and press the start button.

“Thanks,” she said.

“A little something for that awesome steak,” Leon said. Once again, he flashed her that smile that made Ada’s heart twitch.

Ada crossed her arms to cover the thumping in her chest.

“I thought of making a dessert too,” she said. “But I ran out of time.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Leon said. “I’m trying a new diet, and besides, that sirloin and potatoes really filled me up.”

He leaned against the doorway of the kitchen. The two of them were silent for a moment and warm, strange tension hung between them. Outside, rain started to patter on the window and the place was dark save for the flickering candles. Neither of them thought to switch on a light.

Ada’s eyes glazed down Leon’s body. His police uniform and leather jackets had been switched out for dark blue trousers and matching blazer, along with a button-up shirt and polished leather shoes. He was handsome in the candlelight, almost angelic. Her gaze lingered on his shirt, wondering what it would look like to pluck those buttons. Her fingers twitched to thread through his blonde hair.

Ada tried to recall the last time she had sex for pleasure. For so long, sex to her had been a weapon. A tool she used to extract information from targets, and manipulate them into giving her what she needed. It had been that way for as long as she had been an operative, for a good part of her adult life. She tried to remember the last time she had sex simply because she wanted to. She tried to remember the person…their name…where they were…what she did to them…

“Ada?”

Leon’s voice pulled her from her thoughts and she was back in the kitchen, standing across the room from him. Ada shook her head.

“Hm?” she said.

“You’ve got an interesting look on your face,” he said. “Is something wrong?”

Ada held his gaze and slowly shook her head.

“No,” she said. “No, there’s nothing wrong.”

Her eyes flickered around the room until she saw the bouquet of roses on the table, still wrapped in their plastic packaging.

“I should put these in some water,” she said. “I would have earlier, but I didn’t want to keep you waiting at the table.”

“No problem,” Leon said. He watched her take the bouquet and bring it near the sink. She pulled a glass vase from one of the cabinets and filled it with water. She unraveled the flowers from their packaging. She picked up one of the roses, and then immediately dropped it.

“Ow,” she said.

“Something wrong?” Leon asked. He joined her over by the sink.

“Thorns,” Ada said.

On the tip of her index finger was a small gush of blood. One of the thorns on the rose she held glinted with blood.

“Sorry,” Leon said, gently taking her hand. “The florist said they usually chip those off, but they were out of cut ones when I got there. I could only get these on time.”

“It’s fine,” Ada said. “I actually like how thorns look. Just…not when I’m holding them.”

Leon couldn’t help but chuckle. Of course Ada liked red roses with thorns. She practically was one.

He held her hand in both of his. 

“Let me try and stop the bleeding,” he said.

He brought her finger to his mouth and gently sucked his tongue over it. Ada’s breath hitched when she felt his warm, wet tongue caress her skin. She observed the movements of his mouth and lips.

“Leon,” she said.

“Hm?” he said.

“Does licking a wound actually help it?”

He nodded and pulled her finger from his mouth.

“It puts pressure on it to relieve pain,” he said. “It stimulates the nerves in a way that helps it heal.” Something crossed over his eyes. “And I wanted to hold your hand.”

Ada raised an eyebrow.

“Did you get me thorned roses so I’d cut myself?” she asked.

“If I say yes will you think I’m charming and clever?”

Ada chuckled.

“Charming, yes,” she said. “Clever…the jury’s out.”

Leons grinned. Ada’s fingers brushed against his bottom lip and then pushed them inside. Leon didn’t resist. He opened his mouth to let in her middle and index fingers in. He held her wrist as she massaged over his tongue and cheeks. He sucked and moaned and the sound made Ada shiver.

In the dim light, his eyes were shimmering. They held her gaze and said one thing to her: Fuck me. 

Ada pulled her fingers out of him, saliva dripping between his bottom lip and her tips, and she wiped it on the shoulder of his coat.

“I like it,” Ada said softly.

Leon licked his bottom lip, collecting what remained of his spit.

“I like you,” he said.

Ada couldn’t take it anymore. She grabbed his tie in her fist and pulled him into a kiss. Leon responded immediately, pulling her close and sinking into her lips. His arms circled around her, his hands smoothing down her waist and around her rear.

Gripping his tie, Ada pushed Leon forward until he stumbled backward into a kitchen chair. She straddled him in his seat, threading her hands in his hair as she sunk into the kiss. Leon steadied her in place by clasping his hands to her hips.

Ada bit down on Leon’s lip and made a growling sound in her throat. She felt hungrier, in a way she hadn’t in a long time. She smacked her lips off of his and looked down at him. Leon was flustered red and breathing heavily and she could feel his heartbeat racing against hers.

She pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the buttons between her fingers and the curvature of muscle underneath. Oh, how she wanted to eat him alive right there in that chair. But something inside her was holding her back. An uncharacteristic hesitation in her. Like she wanted to jump over an edge but all she could do was stare down.

Leon noticed and circled his arms around her waist to pull her closer.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

Even in heat, Leon was sweet as a puppy. It made Ada feel that creeping twist in her chest again. She’d fucked plenty of guys before. On countless missions where the best way to a guy’s intel was through his pants. That’s how things like this usually went. Now doing it with Leon, a boy whose eyes made it seem like he never had an impure thought in his life, it almost felt…dirty. In a way that sex with targets didn’t.

Leon wasn’t some mission objective. He was a man who made her laugh and licked her wounds and touched her oh-so-sweetly. Getting down with him should be easy, so then why did she feel so unsteady?

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Leon said. “I don’t expect you to—”

“No,” Ada interrupted him. “It’s not that, it’s just…”

Dammit. How was it that when she was with a target, she could seduce and tease like it was nobody’s business. But the second it was someone she cared about…suddenly it was like relearning how to walk.

If only this were a mission. If only Ada had been assigned to extract information from Leon Kennedy. Then she’d be able to play him like a guitar.

But this wasn’t a mission. This was real and Leon wasn’t a target this time. He was holding her and talking to her like she was someone worth loving.

Leon brushed a hand down her back and rubbed his thumb along her spine.

“You can tell me anything, Ada,” he told her. His breath was warm against her neck. “I really like you. I want to make you happy.”

His lips brushed against her neck. He was so warm yet it made her shiver. Ada instinctively pushed closer so his mouth brushed against her flesh.

Leon got the message. He pressed his lips to her neck and began planting little kisses. Something in Ada melted and she sighed into him. Leon circled his arms tightly around her and held her steady in place on top of him.

He kissed and licked and gently nibbled around her neck and Ada’s mind turned to soup. She wanted to just stay there forever.

Then, she felt Leon’s hand move tentatively down her thigh to the trim of her dress.

“Mind if I…” he said, as breathless as her.

“Sure,” she said.

Leon moved his hand up her dress and up until he found the seam of her pantyhose and underwear. His breath hitched when his fingertips felt black silk and lace.

“Fuck,” he muttered into her skin. His hot whisper sent Ada’s blood surging.

Leon dipped his hand down between Ada’s thighs and maneuvered his fingers until he found an opening. Ada gasped and clenched her arms tighter around Leon’s shoulders as he slid a gentle finger inside.

Ada’s head drooped over his shoulder. Leon moved a second finger inside and gently began massaging. 

Pleasure pulsed up Ada’s body. As Leon worked his fingers inside her, planted kisses along her neck. Ada moaned and sunk into him.

“Does that feel good?” he whispered in her ear.

It took Ada a second to respond. Her eyes fluttered shut and she pursed her lips.

“Mmhmm,” she said. Her hand smoothed up his neck and tightly gripped his hair. “Keep going.”

Leon did as he was told and massaged deeper inside her. Ada moaned and arched her back. She was dripping wet, soaking his fingers and tugging his hair harder. But Leon didn’t mind. He relished the pain and the mess because it was from her. 

Since the night they met, Leon had countless nights just dreaming of Ada Wong. She frustrated and frightened him as much as she enchanted and enticed him. He caught himself too many times wondering what her lips tasted like and what it would feel like to have her body weight bring down his.

And now here she was, gripping him and moaning in his ear while he pleasured her with his hand. It sent a hot surge through him and he wanted nothing more than to make Ada come.

“You’re incredible,” he mumbled into her skin between kisses. “You’re gorgeous…and brilliant and…”

Ada’s breath hitched and her body braced as she felt the start of an orgasm coming on. Leon’s lovely hand knew just where to touch inside of her and it was coming quickly.

But before she could go over the edge, Ada’s hand shot down and grabbed Leon’s wrist.

“What’s wrong?” Leon asked. He quickly pulled his hand out of her underwear, his fingers shiny. “Is something wrong?”

Ada shook her head.

“No,” she said. “I don’t want the first time to be with your hands.”

Leon’s lips parted when he took in what she meant.

“Okay,” he said.

Ada tugged her underwear and pantyhose back up and brushed down her dress. She pressed her lips back to Leon’s and her hand found the knot of his tie. Keeping her mouth to his, she pulled him by his tie and they started stumbling down the hall.

“Come with me,” Ada said.

Leon’s voice escaped him in a hot shudder.

“Yes ma’am,” he said.

Ada Wong was going to fuck him.

This was real. This was happening.

Ada Wong was finally going to fuck him. 

Before Leon knew it, Ada slammed her bedroom door closed and pushed Leon against it. He let her do whatever she wanted. He let her tug his tie from his throat so fast it nearly made him choke. He let her pluck open his shirt buttons and brushed her fingers along the goosebumps underneath. He let her rip his shirt and blazer from his shoulders with both hands.

“Ada…” he sighed.

She stopped his mouth with a kiss while her hand went for the front of his pants. She pulled out his trouser buttons and yanked down his zipper. Leon was already throbbing hard after Ada was straddling him with his hand inside her. The moment her fingertips brushed his cock through the fabric of his underwear, he dribbled a bit of precome.

“Ha,” Ada chuckled. “Already wet for me?”

Leon bit his lip and nodded. Ada wasn’t sure exactly how experienced Leon was. He was attractive enough that she assumed he wasn’t a virgin, but he was just innocent enough that he didn’t seem like a lothario. Either way, the speed at which his body reacted to her told Ada that Leon S. Kennedy hadn’t been touched in a long time.

“Tell me what to do, Ada,” he said. “I like you so much…and you look so pretty…just let me do this for you…”

Now it was Ada’s turn to bite her lip. Her plan had been simply to put his back to the mattress and ride him until he croaked. But now her mind was starting to wander and she wondered if she could persuade this soft, gooey Leon to do something else.

Ada pressed kisses along his neck. Her deep pomegranate lipgloss stained his skin and she sunk her teeth down into his neck. Leon moaned and pushed the waist of his trousers down until they too to his ankles. His cock was hard to the point of pain and he wanted to tear off his boxers to make room.

“Ada, please…” he whimpered as Ada sucked another hickey on his muscular neck. “Please…it’s starting to hurt…”

“Your poor thing,” Ada breathed in his ear. She planted another hickey by his collar and then reached both her hands down to grasp his ass. Leon’s breath hitched and his eyes fluttered close.

“Ada,” he moaned through his teeth.

Ada curled her hands around his muscular behind, clasping her fingers until her sharp nails dug into his tender flesh. Leon whimpered like a puppy in her ear.

“You’re sensitive down there,” Ada mumbled in his ear.

“Mm…mmhmm…” Leon mumbled.

Ada slid her hand through the underwear seam and onto the bare flesh under the fabric. She trailed her sharp nail along Leon’s flesh and he visibly shivered. Leon was limp and helpless as a ragdoll, whimpering and moaning into each touch. He was so soft and warm. The perfect toy.

“Leon,” she whispered in her ear. “I want…to try something…”

“Yeah?” he said, breathlessly.

Ada pulled her hand out from his underwear, snapping the elastic seam against his lower back as she did. She turned on her heels and walked over to the beside table. She opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a leather harness with something red and protruding attached to it.

“Do you know what this is?” she asked.

Leon’s eyes lingered on the plastic toy and nodded.

“Yeah,” he said. “I think so.”

“Do you mind if I put it on?”

He shook his head.

“No, I don’t mind.”

Ada’s eyes glint and she smirked.

“Do you want to help me put it on?”

Leon’s eyes shimmered and he nodded. Ada turned around and gestured to the zipper on the back of her dress.

“You can start with this,” she said.

Leon immediately hurried over and took the zipper between his fingers. He sighed as he slowly pulled it down, revealing a perfect back of bare flesh. His fingers twitched at the hooks connected her black bra. He marveled at the lean muscle hidden just under the red silk.

Leon couldn’t help it.

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the knob at the top of her spine. Then he brushed his lips down, pressing down the center of her back, savoring the taste of her skin.

“Someone’s hungry,” Ada said.

“Mmhmm,” Leon hummed into her skin.

Ada turned around and forced Leon to look at her. She held his gaze as she pulled her dress down by her sleeves. The dress fell gracefully into a blood-colored pile at her feet and Ada stepped out of her shoes over it. Leon watched with drool on his lip as she stretched off her nylons.

Finally, Ada grabbed the harness off the table.

“Help me put this on,” she said.

Without instruction, Leon dropped to his knees and took the harness. He held it as Ada stepped one perfect leg after the next into the leather strips. He pulled it up to her waist and tightened the buckle straps. The long, red dildo was right in front of his face.

Ada smirked down at him.

“Look big enough for you, baby?” she teased.

Leon’s eyes didn’t leave the toy. He licked his lips and swallowed as he started to imagine the whole length inside of him.

Ada petted her fingers in his hair.

“I need to lather it up so it goes in smoothly,” she said. “Want to help?”

“Okay,” Leon said. “What do you want me to…”

He was interrupted when Ada pulled his head closer by his hair. She pushed the dildo into his mouth and held him there.

“Get sucking, sweetheart,” she told him.

Her words made his skin burn. Leon moaned with his mouth full he sucked his mouth and tongue along the length. Ada pushed it in deeper until he almost choked a little bit.

“Nice to see you don’t have much of a reflex,” Ada teased. She curled her fingers through his hair and pulled up a little so he wouldn’t gag. 

Leon moved his mouth up and down Ada’s cock, licking and drooling and salivating over it. It was almost a challenge to see how deep he could take it in before his throat reacted. Sometimes, Ada would give it a little push with her hips and he’d gurgle and moan. Finally, she pulled it out and Leon started coughing.

Ada took Leon’s face in her hand.

“Thank you, baby,” she said. “But I think some lube will work better.”

Leon watched her pull a bottle from the drawer and lathered the length until it was shiny. The sight of her nimble fingers working did little to help his soiled underwear. He rose to his feet and waited patiently for her next instruction.

Once the toy was ready, Ada sauntered up to Leon. She reached behind his head and grabbed a fistful of his hair before pulling him into the kiss. Leon whimpered into her mouth. His cock was throbbing and she kept him in pain for so long that his knees started to buckle.

Thankfully, Ada was still dripping wet and hot from his fingers. In one swift movement, she pushed him towards the end of the bed. Before Leon could respond, Ada pressed a hand to his back and pushed him over the bed. He had no fight in. Leon let her bend him over the bed and smack his ass.

“Those uniforms didn’t do you justice,” Ada said. She pulled his underwear down and gave his bare ass another smack, leaving a red handprint behind. Leon winced at the pain even as it sent a surge of blood down to his cock.

Leon buried his face in the bedsheet as Ada retrieved the bottle of lube. He heard the plastic pump and then cried out as Ada pressed a finger into his hole.

“Relax for me, baby,” she purred. She used her free hand to stroke down his back. Her words and caresses were so sweet compared to the searing sensation of her stretching out hole. “I can’t fit in in if you don’t relax.”

Leon sucked in a breath and gulped. He knew when he came over to Ada’s apartment that they might end up in bed together. It never escaped him that Ada wasn’t the type of woman to be happy with only dinner and polite conversation. His imagination ran wild the whole way over with all the things she might do to him.

But this…was a surprise.

With Leon’s hole lathered and wide, Ada readied herself at his entrance. His pussy was still hot and beating after his hand was between her thighs, and she wasn’t patient enough for any more foreplay.

“Tell me if it hurts,” she said.

With that, she promptly pressed herself inside of him. Leon let out a long, pained moan as she filled him up. He’d never done this before. He never felt anyone fill him down there. Ada started pumping inside him and he croaked as she pounded against his prostrate.

“Fuck…” he whimpered.

Ada chuckled and pet a hand through Leon’s hair.

“Does that feel nice?” she purred.

Leon was barely coherent enough to answer. He went limp and sunk into the mattress, which creaked beneath them as Ada fucked him deeper into the bed.

“Uh-huh,” he sighed. “Keep going.”

A wicked smirk crossed Ada’s face She tightened her fingers in Leon’s hair and pulled him back. Leon’s back arched and he moaned in pain. His face turned cheery red as exquisite pain pulled from his head.

Ada pushed his head down into the bed and fucked him harder. The pressure the harness put on her clit was sending her close to the edge. And based on Leon’s increasing volume, he was getting there too.

“Ada,” he whined. He fisted the bedsheet and clenched his teeth. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”

“Me too, baby,” Ada sighed. She tipped her head up and closed her eyes as she jerked her hips faster. Her nails clawed down his back.

“Ahh…” Leon whimpered. “Harder…Harder…Harder…”

Ada grabbed Leon’s hair again and fucked him until her body erupted in a climax. She moaned as each jerk of her hips pushed her into a heavenly orgasm. 

Beneath her, Leon’s hips jerked to hump the bed with each thrust until finally, finally, he came. He spurted into the bedsheets, moaning and whimpering and sighing Ada’s name until every drop of him was gone.

Ada took her time coming to a stop. Her hips gradually slowed their movements until she was still and pulled herself from him. Slicked with sweat and breathing heavily, she stepped out of the harness and tossed it on the floor.

“You okay, handsome?” she asked.

Leon rolled onto his side, grimacing at the sticky stain he left on the sheet.

“Sorry,” he said weakly. 

“Don’t worry your pretty head about it,” Ada said. “It’s nothing that can’t be cleaned in the morning,” 

Leon rolled onto his back and released a long sigh. His body was shiny and sticky with sweat, his head hurt from his hair being yanked and his hole was sore. But it was a savory kind of pain. The pain at the end of a long sprint, the pain after climbing a great height. It was the kind of pain that made your body buzz and burn for more.

Ada crawled on top of him and pressed her hands on each side of his head against the mattress. She gazed down at him, inky black hair hanging by her face. A diamond-like bead of sweat trailed down between her breasts.

She gave him a bemused smirk.

“Not exactly typical first date stuff,” she said.

Leon swallowed and shook his head.

“No,” he said. 

No, it wasn’t what normal people did after one date. But then again, he and Ada were not normal people. Each interaction they had since the night they met had just been a years-long foreplay that led to this night. The night he finally let her bend him over and ruin him.

Leon gazed up at Ada. His hands raised and brushed against her waist, until he finally pulled her down on top of him. His used cock was limp and useless between her thighs, but he still wanted her to touch him. He never wanted her to stop touching him.

The two curled under the covers as midnight passed on the clock. Ada’s pulled Leon’s head to her chest and petted his hair while he nuzzled into her chest. He was still whimpering and mewing like a kicked puppy and it made her heart surge.

“Is it okay if I spend the night?” Leon muttered.

Ada grinned and scratched his back.

“I wasn’t expecting you to leave,” she said.

Ada was warm and dazy as her body brimmed with heat. Leon mindlessly mouthed at her breasts as she drifted off to sleep.

~

Sunlight glinted between the window blinds and right into Ada’s eyes. She squeezed her eyes and turned away from the window. That’s when she felt the empty space in the bed next to her and all the memories of the night before came trickling back.

Ada opened her eyes. Nothing but empty space on the pillow next to her. But the lingering body warmth on the bedsheet and the sticky residue near her feet told her that last night wasn’t just an elaborate wet dream. She ravished Leon S. Kennedy, and now he appeared to missing in action.

At least, it seemed like that for a moment. Then Ada heard a sizzling sound coming from the kitchen and smelled something savory in the air. A few moments later, Leon Kennedy, emerged in the doorway. He gave her a small smile.

“Morning,” he said.

Ada looked him up and down. He was dressed in only his boxers, his neck and chest still stained with lipstick and hickeys. In his hand was a plate with something steaming on it.

“I thought you left for a second,” Ada said.

Leon flashed a smile of sparkling teeth.

“Not without breakfast,” he said. He sauntered over and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Hope you don’t mind I went through your kitchen.”

Ada glanced down at the plate. A fluffy yellow omelette sat on the plate and the smell made her stomach rumble.

“Let me taste first and then I’ll see,” she said.

Leon handed her a fork and Ada scooped a bite into her mouth. Yep, just as she suspected. Leon could cook. He could really cook.

“Mmmm,” Ada hummed through a full mouth. “This is the family recipe you mentioned last night?”

Leon beamed and nodded.

“Yep,” he said. “I can make it in my sleep.”

Ada swallowed and then immediately shoved another forkful in her mouth. 

“So I’m forgiven for making a mess in the kitchen?” Leon asked.

Ada chuckled and spoke through a bite of egg.

“You’re good,” she said, then swallowed. “Just clean up afterward.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Ada sat up into a criss-crossed position and kept forking her plate. Her eyes lingered on the love bites on his neck. She was tempted to reach out and touch them, find some bandages and patch him off after the mess she made of him.

“Thanks,” she said.

Leon grinned and shrugged.

“You made me dinner and let me spend the night,” he said. “I figured I owed my hostess something in return.”

Ada paused the fork in her mouth and raised an eyebrow.

“Is that all you’re thanking me for?” she asked.

Leon’s face turned bright pink and he smiled shyly down to the bed.

“That was…nice,” he said. “Unexpected.”

“Unexpected isn’t always bad.”

“No, it’s not.”

Leon tossed aside the duvet and pressed his fingers to the stain that was still there.

“I’m sorry about that,” he said. “After I clean up the kitchen, maybe I can clean this up for you.” He glanced up at Ada. “I noticed you’re out of coffee. There’s a cafe down the street from here. If you’re up for it, we can go grab some caffeine. It’s next door to a laundry mat, so maybe I can get these sheets washed up while we’re over there.”

Ada pursed her lips and lingered her eyes on Leon. The sunlight streaking between the window blinds hit his blonde hair, outlining him in gold like a halo.

“They don’t make men like you anymore, Leon Kennedy,” she said.

Leon’s face flushed and he smiled coyly.

“I try my best,” he said. “So, do you wanna go?”

Ada finished the last bite of the omelette and reached back to put it on the bedside table.

“Sure, but in a little bit,” she said. She turned to him and pulled him closer. “I don’t want to share you with other people just yet.”

Leon grinned and sunk into her kiss.