#aeon smut

[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

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[jillsandwhichs]

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

Masterlist

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.

[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.

-

[coffeeghoulie]

If you're still taking them.. 5 & 25 with Dew/Phantom

Maybe Phantoms still a newbie learning the joys of sex, and Dew?

Ghostober Day 14: Tender Sex

Much thanks to @kroas-adtam for putting Ghostober together <3

Prompt from this list: #5- "God you feel so fucking good" and #25 "Fuck—uh! I love it when you touch me like that!"

Pairing: Dew/Aeon

Dew takes good care of Aeon the first time they have sex Up Top. A continuation of this fic from Mushy May.

Explicit, 1.3k. They/them pronouns for Aeon, clit, cunt and dick used for their anatomy. He/him for Dew, and dick, cock, cunt and folds used for his anatomy. Contains first time sex, frottage/scissoring, and Dew having a soft spot for the new bug.

Divider by @ghuleh-recs <3 (also @forlorn-crows pspsps i finally wrote the smut)

Aeon hits the mattress with a soft "oof," the white bedding scratchy and cool against their bare back. Dew looms over them like this, the hotel lamp making his hair shine like burnished gold. They bite back a whine as Dew crawls over them, not wasting a second to put his skinny thigh between their legs, the scrape of denim on denim almost grating on their ears.

Dew leans in, hands on either side of Aeon's head, hair curtaining their faces. A look in his copper eyes Aeon's never seen, at least directed at them. "I'm going to take such good care of you, voidling, I promise."

Their chest heaves, swallowing hard. Dew'd cornered them after the Ritual, kissed them like he'd meant to consume them. But he had tasted Aeon's concern, a bitter, electric sting of nerves, and instantly he'd cracked, touching their cheek soft and sweet like a lover.

And maybe that's what they are now, but Aeon's a little more concerned with how their clit throbs than semantics right now. Their eyes are unable to stay in one place as they trail over Dew's body, following the trail of gold hair down from his belly button to where it disappears into the waistband of his black jeans.

"You like what you see, voidling?" Dew asks, voice teasing, but Aeon can feel the heat between his legs where he straddles their thigh. He's just as into it as they are.

"Oh, yeah," Aeon breathes, their tail thudding against the mattress as they stare up at him. The pupil in their good eye dilates, swallowing their iris until there's only a faint ring of purple. "Can we- please- touch me?" they stammer, hands suddenly finding purpose and shoving at their own waistband.

Dew laughs, not quite his usual cackle. He straightens, and Aeon mourns the loss of pressure over their crotch, but then Dew's pulling his own jeans and boxers down. The sugar sweet scent of his arousal hits Aeon like a tour bus, eyes rolling back into their skull at the thick caramel and campfire smell that clings to the roof of their mouth.

He gives them that crooked smile again, throwing his pants to the corner where their hoodies and Aeon's binder had been banished. "Voidling," Dew asks, shoving his hair out of his face. "Where'd you like me to touch you?"

"Anywhere," they say, shoving fruitlessly at their own jeans. Dew leans down and kisses the corner of their mouth, his spindly fingers finding and popping the button of their pants, making it much easier for Aeon to shove their hips off and push them down.

Dew helps them get them off the rest of the way, and then his copper gaze trails up their skinny thighs to the dark violet curls at the crux of their legs. Aeon flushes, fingers curling into the bedding. "Dew," they breathe.

They know he can smell them, the tang of blackberries and ozone, and the blush on their face grows as they stare back at Dew. That trail of gold hair leads to a groomed, wiry patch of hair, and Aeon feels their head spin as they see the peek of Dew's dick jutting out from his folds. He's already soaked, what's left of his water making itself known. "Oh, look at you, Aeon," Dew coos, not unkindly, eyes calculating. "So pretty."

Aeon can't bite back the whine that escapes their lips, turning their face to press against the cold blanket under them. There's fingers on their jaw then, turning their face back up to face him. "Voidling," Dew whispers, and if Aeon didn't know any better, they'd say his tone was reverent. "Same as before. If I do something you don't like, tell me to fuck off. Those exact words, okay?"

Aeon smiles, hit with a wave of shyness as it finally sinks in what's about to happen. "Okay," they breathe, reaching up to tuck a strand of Dew's hair behind a pointed ear.

Dew ducks down to kiss them, and they lose themself in it, Dew eventually moving down their jaw, their throat, down their sternum. Aeon moans, voice hitching as Dew finds a tender spot and sucks, giving them a nip of teeth before soothing the blooming indigo mark with the heat of his tongue.

He pulls back and cocks his head, sitting up. Dew looks like he's contemplating something, the tiniest furrow in his brow before it relaxes as he apparently comes up with an answer. His fingers wrap around Aeon's calf. "I know you're flexible, Aeon. Gimme your leg?"

Aeon isn't quite sure where Dew's going with this, but they huff a breath through their nose and let Dew sling their ankle over his shoulder. "What're you...?" Aeon trails off, worrying at a frayed hem of the comforter with their claws.

Dew's expression softens even more, leaning down to cup their cheek, swiping his thumb and avoiding the scar there. "Gonna make us feel good. Nothing fancy, but I gotta treat my voidling right for their first time, huh?"

They whine, head lolling back against the blankets as they feel their cunt drool, clit twitching at Dew's whispered promise. Their slick has to be pooling on the mattress by now, and they aren't even water. "Please, Dew, I, I need it."

"You don't gotta beg, I've got you," Dew says, straddling the leg that isn't up on his shoulder. "All you gotta do is lay back and feel good, okay?"

Aeon nods, eyes locked onto where Dew's cunt rests against theirs with bated breath. They slide together, already dripping wet. They gasp, claws puncturing the blankets as Dew bites his lip. "Lucifer, you feel so fucking good," Dew groans, giving a test roll of his hips. His cock rubs against Aeon's clit, and both ghouls yelp at the burst of pleasure.

"Oh shit," Aeon gasps, mismatched gaze meeting Dew's. "That feels- Dew, please?"

The fire ghoul laughs, grinding his hips down slowly into Aeon's. They can feel the heat of it and it's so much and not enough and- "I'll move, don't worry, voidling."

Aeon tentatively lets go of the blankets, reaching for Dew's hips as he grabs their calf, claws digging in but blunt enough not to threaten. He starts to properly fuck them, so slick it's easy to grind their cunts together. Aeon prays that the hotel walls are at least somewhat soundproof the way the friction draws a cry from their lips.

"That's it," Dew croons, eyes darting up to their face before trailing back down to where their bodies are pressed together. "So good, such a good boy, letting me do this for you."

Aeon loses themself in the sensation, so much more intense than when they'd slip their hand down the front of their pants behind a locked door back at the Abbey. They try to grind their hips back against Dew's. Give at least a little effort for a counter-rhythm.

They moan sharply, mismatched eyes rolling back into their skull as Dew does some slick motion of his hips, their dicks rubbing together in a way that nearly makes Aeon yowl. "Aw, voidling, baby, look. They're kissing."

Aeon feels like they're falling, even with their back pressed firm to the hotel bed. Their hands scrabble against Dew's hips, thin skin over sharp bone. Dew laughs, not unkindly, as he keeps pressing their cunts together. "How's it feel?"

They can't get a breath in, every nerve in their body overwhelmed and short circuited with pleasure. Aeon tries to pant, narrow chest heaving. "So good, fuck—uh! I love it when you touch me like that!"

Dew grins crookedly, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of their mouth, still so surprisingly tender. Aeon gasps as their knee is suddenly up by their chest, their hamstring stretched.

"That's good, voidling," he whispers, brushing sweaty hair off their forehead, punctuating each word with a roll of his hips. "Then I'll keep touching you just. Like. This."

Aeon's cry echoes through the hotel room.

[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

[jillsandwhichs]

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

Masterlist

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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(Btw, sorry for not posting recently, been busy!)

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...

[kuroshioi]

Path of the Abundance

Yaoshi's NSFW alphabet

Coming soon...

Path of the Destruction

Nanook's NSFW alphabet

Coming soon...

Path of the Harmony

Xipe's NSFW alphabet

Coming soon...

[hypnoneghoul]

(@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.

the amount of editing i did cause this shit was so old... i mean uhhh—reblogs help my audience reach, thank you.

[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

[loading…]

Astral Express

>>>Dan Heng

Dan Heng IL (NSFW)

Dan Heng IL + oviposition (NSFW)

Bottom Dan Heng (NSFW)

>>>Trailblazer

Random Trailblazer Stuff

>>>Welt

[loading…]

Stellaron Hunters

>>>Blade

Poly JingRen (NSFW)

>>>Kafka

[loading…]

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.” —❤︎

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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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[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day 12: First Time

Dew's entrusted with Aeon's first time Up Top.

Thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together, and to @ghuleh-recs for the divider <3

Contains t4t ghouls, discussion of boundaries, a little miscommunication that is quickly resolved, but no actual smut because this got long and it was very late lol

"I'm not him, you know," Aeon says tentatively, pulling away from the barrage of kisses, even as Dew keeps backing them against the wall of their hotel room. They're somewhere they've never been before, somewhere in the middle of the United States that they can't really remember the name of. "I don't know if I want it if this is just because he's not here."

"Voidling," Dew freezes, hands caging Aeon in. Something in his hungry expression cracks, softens, and Aeon stares with wide, nervous eyes as Dew brings a hand in, running his knobby knuckles over Aeon's cheek in a sort of caress. His brow furrows. "Did you think I wanted you because Aether's back at the Abbey?"

Aeon shrinks back as much as they can. It isn't a lot, their spine already pressed to the tacky hotel wallpaper. They can't meet Dew's eyes. The silence is enough of an answer. Dew hums, and Aeon squeezes their eyes shut. They bite at their already kiss-swollen bottom lip.

"Voidling, look at me," Dew says in a tone that Aeon's never heard from the fire ghoul before. It's shockingly soft, and it's enough of a jolt to their system that they glance up, mismatched eyes meeting copper. He sighs, and Aeon tenses up as he keeps touching their cheek. "I want this because it's you. Blow off some steam, yes, but because I wanted to do this with you. If you don't, if you think you're obligated to keep going, tell me to fuck right off, okay?"

Aeon blinks, a little shellshocked. They had played it up at the Ritual a few hours earlier, falling to their knees at Dew's feet and bending back so far their helmet had brushed against the stage.

Dew had stalked up to them after bows, spindly fingers around the back of their neck burning like a brand, whispering in a low, dark tone that they'd be rooming with him tonight. It had sent a spark of something hot down their spine. And when they had gotten to the hotel, and the door had barely latched behind them before Dew was pouncing, kissing them like he meant to devour?

It hadn't been a spark. More like a bonfire.

They've tried to make up for their inexperience with enthusiasm, pretending like they haven't been staring at him since the moment they arrived Up Top a few months ago.

"Voidling?" Dew asks, an undercurrent of worry filtering into his voice. "Hey, Aeon, you alright?"

Aeon shakes their head, not as a no but to clear their head. "'M okay," they say, trying their best to maintain eye contact.

"What's goin' on in there, Aeon?" Dew asks, hand still on their cheek. "Let me in."

"I want this, I do, I'm just-" They sputter, tongue too big in their mouth, unyieldy.

"Easy. Take a breath. 'M not gonna bite. Not unless you ask."

Aeon obeys, chest heaving as they inhale hard. "I haven't done this Up Top yet, not in a vessel. I have no idea what I'm doing."

"Oh," Dew's hands move down from their face, curling softly around their biceps. "That's okay. I'd be honored, voidling, that is, if you're sure you want it to be me. I haven't exactly been, ugh, the nicest to you."

Aeon flushes a dark violet, making silver freckles stand out on their cheeks. Their mismatched eyes go wide, hair falling over their forehead with how violently they nod. "Please, really want it to be you."

Dew smiles, something softer than Aeon's ever seen on the fire ghoul's face, and he reaches up to push a few strands back. The lamplight softens his sharp features, and he cocks his head. "Let me treat you right, voidling."

Aeon nods again, and Dew draws them into another kiss. This is like nothing Aeon's ever experienced, leagues of difference between this and the kisses from before, the ones that felt like Dew was trying to consume them whole. This feels almost reverent, the way Dew's lips move against theirs, the way he cups their cheek like they're something to be cherished. They don't know what to do with their hands, brushing over Dew's hair, down his arms.

They kiss like that until Aeon's dizzy with it, pulling back to pant desperately. There's a warmth blooming deep in their gut, knees shaking. Dew laughs, not unkind, and begins to herd him towards one of the queen beds. Their eyes go wide as the backs of their calves bump against the mattress, collapsing back onto the bed.

"Again, voidling, if you don't like any of this, tell me to fuck off. Those words. Okay?" Dew looks more serious than he has the entire time, a small furrow between his brows that Aeon has the impulse to kiss away.

"If I don't like it, I'll tell you to fuck off," they repeat, nodding. Dew's lips quirk up in a smirk, and it sends a bolt of heat down Aeon's spine, tail flicking as they prop themself up on their elbows.

"Good boy," he purrs, crowding closer before pausing. "'Boy' a good word for you?"

Aeon chews on their bottom lip, the pupil of their good eye probably dilated to the size of a quarter. "Very much so," they breathe.

Dew nods curtly, visibly filing that information away in his brain. "Let's get you stripped down, want to see what you're hiding under those hoodies, voidling."

Aeon obeys, tugging the hoodie up over their head. "You've seen me changing, though," they say, struggling not to tangle the hoodie in their horns with how eager they are to get rid of it. "We share dressing rooms."

Dew leans in, a glint in his copper eyes. "Yeah, but I've never looked. Let me see."

Aeon swallows hard, tossing the hoodie at the corner of the room, blush spilling down their chest as they feel more than see Dew's eyes on them.

"Pretty," Dew hums, gaze raking over the swell of Aeon's chest. The chill of the air conditioning makes their nipples pebble, a pretty lavender against the rest of their skin, and they fight the urge to cover themself with their arms.

Dew notices, because of course he does, ever perceptive, and tugs his own hoodie off, revealing skin covered in silvery scars, matching sets along his ribcage and two much more prominent ones underneath his pecs. Aeon swallows the saliva pooling on their tongue, staring unashamedly. "That's better, right?" Dew laughs, pressing closer until Aeon can feel his body heat radiating off of him.

"Yeah," Aeon says, chest heaving and all they've done is kiss. "Dew, please." It's not something that they meant to say, but it slips past their lips on a whine.

Dew absolutely lights up at the sound. "What, voidling? What are you begging all pretty for?"

Aeon tries to turn their head away, but then Dew's fingers are on their chin, gently making them keep eye contact. "Please fuck me?"

Dew leans in, pressing a soft kiss at the corner of Aeon's mouth. "Of course, voidling. I'm going to take such good care of you, I promise."

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

a vacation with you (leon kennedy x ada wong)

crossposted on my ao3

word count: extremely long (12k)

warnings/tags: fluff, slight angst, eventual smut, long build up, post damnation, (my other fic “a midnight with you,” was written pre re4r so it might make the timeline a bit weird, but ehhh ignore that), remedy for re4r, within my au timeline, alcohol abuse, leon is a mixture of puppy and cocky, explicit smut, canon compliant, Ada wears pretty outfits and Leon stares, Leon is still oblivious, talks about gun shot wounds, violence. LONG FIC

smut!, switches!, ada still tops from the bottom, oral, vaginal sex, overly emotional sex.

//

With a pair of smiles and a simple handshake; a civil war finally ends. But he knew that it was never really that simple. That it was all a tangled webs of lies for the sake of peace. For the idea of peace. Leon stares aimlessly at the tv screen, watching as it broadcasted the breaking news. A voice is still projected out from the cellphone on the table. His fingers are tight on the fully filled shot glass in his hand. He can hear her, but the words are mostly going in one ear and out the other. It’s the same. 

Again and again.

The tv screen goes black. The now empty shot glass in his hand slamming down onto the wooden table.

“I’m not going anywhere-” he finally responds to her. Hunnigan waits patiently on the other side of the line with a concerned expression. He slowly rises from his seat, gathering the small phone in his hand.

“-in the end, nothing’s really changed,” he mutters, ending the call promptly.

Maybe nothing ever really changes.

/

Leon spent the last of his vacation days all at once. Choosing to stay at a tropical resort while wasting his nights away at the bar. He’d promise himself he would slow down at some point. He never really sticks to that promise.

The night had gone on far too long. Each new drink placed in front of him were all the same beach themed cocktails, mixed with the same regurgitated flavours with an aftertaste of regret. That’s a problem for tomorrow, he’s on vacation after all. They all taste the same and simply make it easier for him. So he can stop thinking. So he can stop feeling anything.

His speech is almost to the point of slurry. He’s been drunk before, but this was even too far for him. Surely, the blonde bartender would have cut him off by now, but she seemed to be more than happy to be supplying him with more than he can handle. 

“Not sure I like you like this.”

A familiar voice. Soft yet firm. Her inviting scent fills his nose almost immediately.

His brows knitted together, a soon to be permanent crease was forming on his forehead. He begrudgingly twisted his head so he could catch a glimpse of her. His gaze is pointed downwards, red heels with delicate thin straps wrapped around her ankles. Without any inhibitions stopping him, he takes the time to eye her long legs until he sees the edge of her short skirt. 

“I’m not sure what you mean by that,” he mutters. His hand still wraps around his glass, his finger nervously tapping against it. He feels the condensation wetting his fingertip and lets go, wiping his hands against his thigh as if to comfort himself in his seat. He reverts back to the same position, keeping himself as steady as possible despite the alcohol coursing through him.

She takes the seat next to him. Ordering some sort of dark red drink with a rum soaked cherry placed in as a garnish. In his peripheral, he takes his time to take her all in. Eyeing the flowing red dress that hugged her curves. The billowing fabric of the skirt creating the illusion of a dance, making each swish and kick of her feet as she crossed her legs all the more tantalizing. Her skin exposed from her dress had a touch of the sun, and he silently wondered if she had been staying here just as long as he had. 

Ada’s playing with the cherry in her drink. Pinching the stem between her manicured fingers and swirling it around in the red liquor before popping it between her lips. Bursting the red berry as she twists the stem away and throws it into a dish on the counter.

“This,” she pauses and grasps her glass to take a sip. Gingerly placing it back down after letting out a short exhale. The contents of the glass swirl in her hand as she circles her drink on the table. The ice cubes floating around in the sea of red.

“You’ve been so drunk every night, you barely make it to your room,” she turns her head towards him. A disapproving look painted on her face as her lips flattens into a line.

“What are you, my mother?” he shakes his head and empties his glass, tossing his head back. The bits of ice clinking together as he slams the glass back down.

“Are you still angry with me?” She quips back, still swirling her glass in her hand. 

Not waiting for Leon’s response, Ada’s gaze fell onto the bartender as the blonde made her walk back, gathering Leon’s empty glass in a swift single movement along the way. She offers another drink with a sly smile. One that strikes Ada as a bit too flirtatious for her liking. 

“I’ll close the tab for the night,” Ada offers. The thin black plastic is pressed loosely between her thumb and finger as she presents it with a flourish of her hand before sliding it closely towards the bartender. 

Leon scoffs, his entire chest shaking with his laugh. 

“Just a water then,” he asks with a raised open hand. 

Ada sips on her drink as they wait in an uncomfortable silence. As the bartender returns with the glass of water and the cheque for Leon’s drinks along with Ada’s. The bartender eyes widen as she flusters, her cheeks growing red as she reads the writing on the bill. Ada’s delicate cursive showcasing a generous tip. A tip that was nearly double the total of Leon’s bill.

“Uhh- thank you,” the bartender mutters with a smile. The holder is tightly pressed between her fingers before she shoves the holder into her apron and nervously grabs a wet towel from behind her.

“I really need to close up soon actually, thanks,” she sheepishly waves at Leon then nodding at Ada. A beat passes before she scurries away to the other side of the counter to clean up. Seeing some sort of prior connection between the man she had been supplying with drinks for the past few nights and the new woman in red- it was not a confrontation she wanted to deal with for the night.

“Do I even have to ask where that money came from?” Leon points towards Ada’s card as she tucks it away. 

“Leon, you know I don’t mix business with pleasure,” her hand returns to the drink, swirling the last bit of the cherry liquor. The colour much more diluted with the melted ice.

“Ada… what are you doing here?” He exasperatedly asks with a dejected look on his face.

“Well it’s certainly not for business,” she raises a single brow at him.

His curiosity is piqued, his expression mirroring hers.

//

She knew better than to wait this long to meet up with him again. Seeing him night after night, drunker and drunker. She was more surprised he hadn’t gotten alcohol poisoning at this point. What a joke. 

Leon survives disasters like the 1998 Raccoon City incident but he’s defeated by alcohol poisoning? 

It was easy to keep an eye on him and she grew quite fond of keeping tabs on him. Sometimes worrying too much. She often questioned herself on why she took so much time and effort to keep him safe from a distance. Closing that distance terrified and excited her all at once. Her apprehension was cemented on the idea that he no longer wanted to see her anymore. Her distance from him always kept her heart safe. The struggle between choosing what goes on in her head and her heart has lead her here again.

The trek back to his hotel was a also a joke, as the time spent getting him to his room was exhausting for the both of them.

Leon is absolutely plastered. His cheeks red hot and even with the fan above the bed, it can barely cool him off. His only options were to suffer through it all, black out, or empty the contents of his stomach. None of them seeming to be a pleasant way for the night to end.

 All he remembered was leaving the bar and somehow he was back in his resort room again. Laying on top of the sheets as he stared at the dizzying spiralling fan above him. 

Ada finishes undoing the straps of her shoes, the tiny heels clicking on the tiling as she drops them off near the wall of the entrance room.

The bed dips with her weight as she leans over him. Her face grimaces, trying to determine the same options Leon had.

“Do I need to get the ice bucket?” She asks with a frown.

“I’ll tell you when my head stops spinning.”

“Ice bucket it is,” she begins to raise from the bed. Her movements are stalled she feels her wrist tightly gripped by Leon’s fingers.

“Are you going to leave me again?” His gaze meets hers, a shade of clarity in his baby blues as he stares her down.

She pauses. 

“Only to get the bucket,” she finally responds. Her free hand rests against his for a moment before gently prying his fingers away from her wrist.

Standing in the bathroom, she glances around. The towels he had used were hung up still, albeit without the pristine touch of housekeeping. All the necessities are laid out on the counter, hotel shampoos and soaps all lined up in some manner. Some opened haphazardly. 

Even with a government salary, he’s still using hotel soaps. 

In the heat of the tropical weather, there’s a soft glow to her skin. A sheen she feels against her cheeks. Tapping it away with a tissue, she takes one more look at herself in the mirror. Her expression is vulnerable. Unsure and overly contemplative. Someone who’s letting her emotions take over. The piercing look in her eyes are too much for herself to handle. She turns, struggling to see the reflection staring back at her.

Leon’s head is pounding, his chest and stomach feeling full and like he’s on fire. The fan is circling on the highest setting and it’s still not cooling the room fast enough. 

“Why are you doing this to yourself?” she whispered and delicately laid an ice cold towel over his forehead and neck. Leon lets out a few groans of relief, feeling the soft cold terry cloth already making his mind clearer. 

She takes her time to look over him. His dirtied blond hair matted to his forehead with his sweat. The hot sun had tinted his skin with a warmer glow, giving him a few freckles against the high points of his cheeks. But his blue eyes were tired and lost.

With a large exhale, her chest lowered. Her fingers reached out to flip the towels over, giving him more of the cooling feeling he so desperately needed. He groaned again, satisfied with the relief. 

“Get some sleep Leon,” she whispers again. His eyes are still pointed at the fan. Swirling and swirling. A few more blinks and his eyes are shut, his chest rising steadily along with each breath.

/

The morning light fills the entire bedroom in that pleasantly annoying way. The sun is so perfectly bright and beautiful but Leon struggles to keep the light away, shielding his eyes with his arm as he struggles to fall asleep again. He can’t. His head is still pounding. Albeit more tolerable than last night. But more sleep is exactly what he wanted, he’s on vacation after all. Already regretting his choices yet again, he takes a few seconds to recount his night.

He had dinner by the little restaurant near the hotel, the bar. Drinks. More drinks. Even more drinks. Red cherry. The red drink. Red dress. The woman at the bar.

Ada.

His eyes snap open. The ice bucket is still on the floor next to the night stand. Thankfully empty. A tall glass of water and two round white pills are set onto the table along with a note card. His shoulders sunk, already dreading flipping the card to read it.

He couldn’t remember the night fully. Like it was just bits and pieces slowly coming back to him. All of his questions flooded in waves, pounding against his temples. The tidal wave question is promptly answered as he hears the hotel door swinging open. 

His heart pounds as he leans his head just enough to see the door in his peripheral. Catching a glimpse of her dark black hair cascading and framing her face as she plucked off her shoes at the entryway. 

“You’re up,” she hummed. Her outfit changed, a plunging halter dress in a subtle floral pattern. In her favourite colour of course. The few flowers were accented in shades of coral, complimenting her skin tone. She looked so refreshed, like how one should on vacation. 

“Did you-?”

“Stay the night?” She finishes his question.

Leon nods his head.

“Well, considering you fell asleep right in the middle of the bed and you barely made any room for me,” she smiled and walked over towards him. 

“I had to sleep in my own hotel room for the night. Came back in the morning to see you were still sleeping, so-” she pauses as she offers the him the water.

“For your hangover, which I assume you have,” she drops the two pills into his open palm.

He takes them in a few seconds. Popping the pills and downing the entire glass.

Silence fills the room again. The quietness only ending as Leon leans over to drop off the glass onto the night stand. She’s still here. Even if she didn’t stay the night. She’s still here. His hand twists at the sheets that lay underneath it. Wanting to reach over to her. Ada sits just a bit too far away from him. Just out of reach.

“Why are you here, Ada?” He asks in a single breath.

“I thought you were on vacation?”

//

“You know to be honest, I wasn’t expecting breakfast on the beach,” Leon smiled, chuckling as he dug into his eggs. The table is delicately decorated with an array of breakfast foods, filled with more sustancence than either of them could feasibly eat. Set in middle is a freshly picked bouquet of flowers in a crystal votive. His fork is inching towards a small bowl of freshly cut fruit, the orange and pink colours contrasting against the bright blue ocean in front of them.

“Do you know how to have a vacation?” She asked as she lowered her brown tinted sunglasses, eyeing him as she grabbed her drink. The pinky coloured glass was filled to the brim with ice, topped with a pastel pink paper umbrella and a cherry floating against the surface.

He teased her with a simple shake of his head. 

She smiled, her head lowering to take a sip of her drink. She stared as his fork struggled, trying to poke at the fruit in the bowl. With a hum she grabbed her own fork, piercing the tropical fruit and presenting him the juiciest piece. Teasing him as she loosened her grip on the fork, steering the fruit away from him briefly. 

His eyes narrowed, smile still on his face before he leaned in further to grab the fruit with a playful bite. Her lips curl upward as she pulls back the empty fork, digging in to grab another piece of fruit for herself.

The ocean is a deep blue. Crisp and clear and goes on forever. A sense of calm showers over them at the sight and sounds of the roaring waves as it continually crashes onto the shore. After they’re both satisfied with the meal, the breakfast table is cleared. A pair of empty lounge chairs are nearby, and little time is spent thinking on it before they occupy the both of them. The hot sun still high in the sky, annoying Leon briefly as he’d forgotten his sunglasses back in his hotel room. 

“I suppose we’re just going to sit here all day then? Enjoy the sun?”

“You’ve never just relaxed before, have you Agent Kennedy?” Ada groans lightly, having apparently been enjoying the comfortable silence between them. She hums and sits up straight in her seat. Reaching downward in between their seats, she digs around in a woven beach bag that laid in the sand. Leon squints his eyes, trying to keep the sun out as he watches her rifling through her bag. It doesn’t go unnoticed by her as she chucks over a pair of spare sunglasses towards him.

He holds them, noticing the rather delicate design and some sort of designer logo branding on the side. Still holding them and now staring at her, he blinks a few times as she pulls out a deep blue plastic bottle. The labelling on it is decorated with waves and a happy little yellow sun on it. 

“Are you going to keep staring?” She asks with a raise of her brow, flicking the top off of the bottle and allowing a dollop of the lotion to fall into her palm. Tossing the bottle aside in a few beats as she closes it and chucks it back into her bag. 

“No, I-”

“Are you blushing?” She smirks as she slathers the lotion between her hands, the semi translucent cream coating her skin as she gingerly applies it onto her arms. Taking care to avoid her dress as she takes the rest towards her legs. Leon’s head is turned away just enough, although his eyes are still peering at her as she lifts the edge of her dress just enough as she rubs the lotion against her thighs.

He swallows, “can I- borrow some?” He clears his throat as he sits up straighter in his seat, his fingers neatly laying the sunglasses on the armrest of his chair.

“Sure, knock yourself out,” she adjusts her sunglasses and lays back down in her lounge seat. Stretching out her legs as she does so. He hesitates for a second before realizing he’d have to do it himself. A second passes before he leans into the side towards her bag. Thankfully the lotion remained at the top, making it so he didn’t need to dig for it.

/

Ada's proposal for breakfast had encouraged him enough to take a shower in the morning. A contemplative and regret filled shower in the mornings was usually the norm. But the prospects of breakfast with Ada was enough for him to be washed up in minutes. 

As he stepped out of the bathroom, Ada caught a glimpse of him as he walked over to the closet and his suitcase. In his haste, the towel he wore was loosely tied around his waist. Only when she let out a brief clearing of her throat did he remember she was still sitting on his bed. 

“I’ll be outside,” she smirks, holding onto her bag as she slips out from his room.

/

He had changed into a light coloured and comfortable fitting t-shirt button down and a pair of dark charcoal swim shorts. The hot sun had already dried his dark blond locks. Making his hair more bouncy and fluffy looking. His feet were bare, his sandals kicked off towards the side of his seat. 

Behind the tinted shades of her sunglasses, she peered at him as he struggled to open the bottle. His hand then squeezing an obscenely large amount of the lotion into his opposite hand whilst also trying to close the bottle. Then struggling as he tried to strip himself of his shirt.

“Need a hand, handsome?” 

“S-sure,” he exhaled a laugh. 

He blushes at the pet name while sitting patiently as she left her seat and crawled over onto his. His eyes drop towards her hips and thighs as she sits dangerously close to his lap. His body reacting as calmly as he could as she begins to pry his shirt off. He watches her as she presented her open palm, seemingly waiting for him to grasp hers with the large amount of lotion still spilling out from his hand.

In an awkward handshake, she gathers the amount and watches for him to give her the go ahead. He gives her a simple nod and verbal hum. 

Her hands are so soft and supple, so much smoother than his. 

She glides the lotion across his shoulders first and down towards his chest. A playful dab of it is against his nose as he loses focus for a moment. Not catching her as she rubs the smallest amount of the lotion against his nose and the high points on his cheeks. 

“I probably could’ve done that on my own,” he refutes with a small pout of his lips.

She simply rolls her eyes and continues, her hands still running along his arms. Feeling every muscle, scar and pulsing vein. Reaching along his arm and towards his chest again she catches a glimpse of his scar. That one that never faded. 

The one she knew all too well. 

The way her hands move along him is all too familiar, and foreign at the same time. Like he has to remember her again. Like the memory of her is still there, but it’s new also. How she touches him, how it makes him feel. Lost in the comfortable pleasure of it, he barely notices her as she stalls. Her fingers barely grazing his gunshot scar. That little reminder he received those years ago. That piercing wound that rewarded him with two mirroring scars from his chest to back. A single bullet that pierced him straight through. 

If it were only a few inches lower or towards his centre, he could’ve had a completely different outcome. Both of them reminisce on this for a moment, remembering how he shielded her with his body without any hesitation. Not caring where any stray bullet could have landed. Any second sooner or later, everything could’ve ended differently. It was Leon’s decision to protect her after all. His choosing hesitate will always change things, alter things. If he choose to hesitate then- everything would be different.

She’s still staring at his scar. A moment that doesn’t go unnoticed by him as the pause lingers too long.

“Anywhere else?” He swallows. His eyes catching hers, that warm shade of honey brown that he can get lost in seconds. The way they glow when the sun hits it, it’s so warm. 

Her dark lashes flutter, an anxious tick she has sometimes as she tries to compose herself. Her pink tongue escapes to lick against her glossy red lips, as if to prepare herself to speak.

“Just a bit more,” she lathers the last of the lotion against the exposed parts of his legs. Rubbing the excess of the lotion between her palms. 

“I don’t suppose you’re in the mood for lunch any time soon, are you?” She asks, her exposed thigh pressed against him as she stay seated nearly in his lap. The feeling of her doesn’t go unnoticed by him, her warmth from her legs only amplified from the hot sun.

“Normally I would, but with how big breakfast was- I might actually be able to wait for an early dinner,” he chuckled warmly, his eyes squinting at her as the sun shone brighter for a moment. A scatter of clouds cleared in the sky, no longer filtering the sun’s bright rays. She nods, seemingly happy with his answer.

“…And I don’t suppose you’ve already explored the island?” He asks with a raised brow.

“I have, some. I know that you haven’t,” she quips back.

“Should I ask how many days you’ve been here? Watching me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, I’ve seen the spa, the local shops. I love supporting small business,” she giggles warmly to herself. Her laughter warms his heart in a soft way he didn’t expect. It fills him and floods his chest, giving him fluttering butterflies that spring around wildly inside.

“Well, how do you feel about showing me the best parts of the island then? Since you’re the connoisseur of vacations,” he teased with a cock of his head. 

There’s a brightness in his eyes. Maybe it’s the bright blue of the ocean reflecting off of his own ocean blues. The clouds of grey seems to have gone away. A sparkle reignited. The way his smile curves, it’s confident yet he’s hesitant to hear her answer. Like his body is nervously waiting for her reaction. His eyes are only stuck on her. The ocean crashing onto the shore fills the void before her answer reaches his ears.

//

The waters are cooling to the skin, even against the hot sun. Despite being in the water, Ada wears a beige woven sun hat. One with a wide brim that shields her face from the sun's rays. Leon tries his best to avoid looking at her too often. Occasionally catching the bright red of her bikini top and bottoms in his peripheral It's so absurdly distracting, how thin the straps are, tied in such simple knots that bind around her shoulders and the sides of her hips. 

They’ve been walking around in shallow waters, just enough to reach their calves as the water moves towards them. Bringing them closer to the shore as they venture out further and further into the sea. The crystal waters glitter in bright white lights reflecting the sun. 

His hands are in the water now, swaying and playing with the tops of it. He has the urge to dive in, get fully soaked. And the urges take over easily as he gives her a playful look before clasping his hands together to dive in. The splash is loud, the water flinging in every direction as he makes a few passes with his arms, his legs kicking about as he swims a few meters into the water. His head is wet with water, his hair soaked as he wrings out just enough to keep the water from dripping onto his face.

“And here I thought you weren’t capable of having fun,” she calls out towards him, still enjoying walking around and dragging her feet in the soft sands.

“I could say the same for you, aren’t you diving in?” His eyes narrow at her, a growing grin on his face. The water feels amazing, and he can’t help but submerge himself again. He rises up moments later, shaking his head like a puppy to rid of the water. His hair flying every which was as he shakes off the excess.

“Oh I’ve done my fill of swimming for now. I’m perfectly happy walking around in the water,” she fixes her sun hat. Lifting her head just enough to see him still shaking off the water from his hair.

“That’s not as fun.”

Leon’s strong arms take him towards her quickly, the waves aiding him towards the shore as he reaches her in seconds. Her voice is caught in her throat as she feels his warm hands around her waist, bringing her deeper and deeper into water. Her laughter fills his ears as she struggles to avoid getting more soaked. Her hands tightly grabbing his wrists. The momentum of the water is too strong for the both of them. A wave splashing them and submerging them in the sea water. 

//

“I’m sorry about your hat,” Leon half grimaces as he sees Ada struggling to shake the water out of her soaked woven sun hat.

“It’s fine. Who knew you could be so spontaneous,” she teased and held her soaking hat in her hand as they walked back towards the shore. 

He watches her as they walk. Her dark hair is soaked, some of her fringe stuck against her forehead as the water drips slowly down her temples and her cheeks. He feels the urge to brush the stray hairs away, fix them for her that he knows that surely she would want them to be. And yet he can’t help but see how imperfectly perfect it is. Moments of clarity where she just seems like her most natural self. A smile on her face, a warm blush on her cheeks. The rose colour of her lips. The water droplets that continually drip down her body and along every curve.

“Leon?”

“What is it?” he asks, being shaken out of his trance. 

“Still feel like exploring the island?”

The first point of their excursion consists of a small gift shop. Riddled with tropical themed items, ocean related knick knacks and a selection of key chains of various ocean related animals. Leon’s quick to replace Ada’s ruined sun hat, finding one similar and holding onto it. While her eyes are stuck on the keychains, her fingers carding through the animals and palm tree charms that were hooked onto the display.

The rest of the shelves are filled with first aid and emergency items, and an array of sunblock and lotions. The previous aisle he was in housed the clothing; sunhats, bathing suits and beach coverups. Leon is mindlessly walking down the the rest of the aisles in the shop, only pausing occasionally to look for Ada and her whereabouts. 

She’s still looking through the keychains. 

Standing in front of one of the shelves he looks outside the glass window of the shop. Seeing a few people as they also explored the shops, all decked out in swimsuits and tropical wear. He’s so distracted he barely notices the stand in front of him. Looking downward he’s faced with a line of personal care items. Stumbling, he sees a row of small rectangular boxes of condoms, along with a pink plastic bottle of oil, or something- He’s too embarrassed to acknowledge anything else as he briskly walks as far as he can from the shelf. 

Ada’s lips are pursed as she hums and tilts her head from side to side. Her eyes set between two different keychains. Both with adorable little animals attached to them. 

“Did you find anything you’d like?” Ada asks him, not even looking away from the keychains between her hands.

“Uhh, well I figure I should get you a new sun hat, since I ruined your other one,” he smiles. Presenting her with a similar style sun hat. Although a lot less refined looking. The bow around the head of the hat is a bit too cheap looking for her tastes. 

“You didn’t find anything for yourself that you’d like?” She looks up at him, the two key rings still hung between her two index fingers.

“Which one do you like better?” She asks as she lifts them upward just a few inches towards his face. Leon stares between the two animal charms, his eyes going cross eyed for a moment before he alternates between the two.

“They’re both cute, I guess,” he gives her a half smile.

She pouts and whines, “you guess?” She lowers towards the rack again, picking through them again to see if she had missed any of the other animals. He can’t help but eye her as she bends over slightly. The edge of her dress hitting right at her upper thighs. A cough interrupts his thoughts, the young looking cashier giving him some sort of a sly look; noticing that Leon was clearly checking out Ada’s ass. Leon gives him a sheepish grin before clearing his throat himself. 

“Uh pick whichever one you like, I’ll buy it. Along with the hat,” he gestures by raising the sun hat. The little hand written price tag still wagging and twisting on its little plastic thread. 

The sun hat is packed in a comically large paper bag, along with the charm that Ada had purchased on her own, away from Leon's prying eyes and despite Leon’s protests. He retaliated by insisting on carrying the gift bag along with her soaked sunhat, while they explored more of the island. Passing by other little gift shops and art galleries, all filled with shades of blues and sandy taupes. 

The selection of restaurants were few and far between. Mostly ranging from small mom and pop shops, to a few more fine dining restaurants that lined the shoreline. Opulently styled settings in private sections of the beach that allowed the most romantic outings. Ada had already been eyeing one of the tables as it  sat almost too perfectly close to the waters. As if the ocean waves could’ve brushed against their feet. The table is decorated with a few glass votives with candles that burned and illuminated the space. The arrangement of flowers are unique and displayed in an organic shaped vase. 

After the few hours of walking around and exploring the island, they were more than eager to take a seat for a bit.

“Let me guess, you want to have dinner there?” He smirked and gestured towards the empty tables that lined the beach. His brows raising as if he were interested as well.

“Well if you’re offering,” her expression mirroring his.

/

Leon watched her carefully as she sat with the menu. A page of it pressed between her fingers as she flipped it. The ends of her hair were curled inward around her neck as they dried from the salt water and sun. The rest of her hair dried in beach-y waves that framed her face. Her other hand rested against her cheek, her elbow pressed against the top of the table. Her skin was even more tanned, the tops of her shoulders blushing almost pink. The red corals of her dress were highlighted and complemented by the orange sun as it slowly set in the distance. 

The skies were painted in shades of orange, pink and purples. The water slow as it moved towards them. The shade of the ocean deeper and darker as night slowly creeped along the horizon. 

“Have you eaten here before?” He asks as he plays with the menu before pushing it to the side to relax in his seat. Taking a moment to enjoy the sunset.

“I haven’t,” she murmurs from behind the menu.

“Really? I’m surprised, this really seems like the place you’d want to go,” his lips turned into an upside down smile.

She responds simply by laying another page of the menu down, reading the new page as it listed its mains and desserts at the bottom. 

As the night creeps closer, he takes a moment to pry.

“Ada, why did you choose here? On this island of all places?” He asks, sitting straight in his seat. Trying his best to appear as still as possible. The slight change in his tone of voice and the cooling breeze brings a chill to her skin.

The waiter returns. Of course at the most opportune time to interrupt as she lists off their specials for the night. The steak and seafood dish piques Leon’s interest, while more than a few of the specials interests Ada. 

“I’ll give you two a few more moments to decide,” the waiter smiles warmly and sets down two glasses of ice cold water onto their table before briskly walking away. Ada brings the water closer to her side. Feeling the cold moisture of the glass in her fingers as she brings the glass to her lips for a sip. Leon follows suite, mirroring her to take a sip as well. The ice cold feeling shooting right through him and towards his chest and stomach.

She lays the glass back down. Her fingers reaching to play with one of the leaves in the flower arrangement on the table, “Can’t a girl enjoy a vacation as well?” 

“On the same island that I decided to vacation at?”

“Oh, please, I heard of this place before you did,” she hummed, her fingers pressing into one of the soft petals of the flowers. She’d rather lie than admit she only came here to see him again.

The appetizers arrive quickly. Along with a single drink for Ada as Leon refrained from drinking for the evening meal. Each dish is fresh and tasty, not that they expected any differently. And Leon is more than happy to dig into a juicy steak. The view couldn’t be beat either. The setting sun, the scent of the ocean, the ambience of the waves and the flickering candles on the table. And Ada sitting on the other side of him, enjoying her meal with a smile on her face. 

She watches him too. Digging into his meal so quickly, she’s almost afraid he won’t be able to enjoy it as well if he doesn’t slow down. She pauses to sip on her drink. She’s always been a light drinker. One drink for dinner occasionally. Rarely does she have two. The mixture of liquors and bitters in it accents the citrus well in her drink. Making her take her time with it to allow the flavours to mingle together. Her slower pace only encourages Leon to slow his as well, allowing them to enjoy the sun as begins its descent.

The wax melts, pooling into the crystal votives. The shades in the sky are even darker as the sun hits the horizon, creeping lower and lower into the sea. 

Leon smiles as he watches her digging into her dessert. A strawberry pierced onto her fork as she takes the smallest bite from it. Savouring every little piece.

“You want any?” She quirks her head. Presenting him with a piece of it. Some sort of cake coated with caramel and some sort of drizzle of chocolate as well.

He hesitates only for a second and silently leans in, jutting out his chin towards her and playfully takes the bite.

“That’s too sweet,” he licks his lips clean. Tasting the sugars and creams on his tongue. 

“A bit, but I like it,” she presses the prongs of the fork against her bottom lip. Tapping them against them inquisitively before digging back into her sweets.

They argue over the bill for a while. The waitress finally asking for at least one of them to pay. 

“You two are adorable. How long have you two been together?” She asks with a smile, her hands still on the cheque holder as she waits for Leon to finish signing the bill. 

Leon’s pen stalls on the paper, his eyes widening as he looks up at Ada, “Uh-”

“This is our first date? Maybe second?” Ada responds cooly, her almost empty glass balanced between her fingers.

“Could’ve fooled me,” the waitress smiles warmly, grabbing the bill from Leon after he quickly scribbled the rest.

“Thanks you two, I hope you enjoy your date night!” she smiles cheerfully. She bids them farewell with a playful wink and then a wave goodbye with the cheque holder in her hands, eager to walk away and see the hefty tip that Leon had left her. 

The walk back towards the hotel isn’t too long. But without the commotion of the day, the night is a lot quieter than they expected. The silence between them isn’t uncomfortable. But comfortable wasn’t the right word either. 

“So a date, huh?” 

“Well, what else was it?” Ada hums and gathers the strap of her bag. Readjusting it on her shoulder. She quietly grimaces to herself. Spending all day with Leon in the hot sun. The fact she didn’t wear her hat for most of the day didn’t help either with preventing the slight sunburn that was forming on the tops of her shoulders and back. Leon catches on quick, noticing the redness slowly creeping onto her skin. 

“Here,” he offers with his free hand. The other still holding into the gift bag from the shop. 

“What a gentleman,” grins, delicately handing him her bag. She rolls her shoulders, trying to ignore the slight irritation.

“I guess I should’ve applied your sunblock on for you,” he pouts his lips, watching her as she tapped against her shoulders to try and alleviate some of the pain.

“What so you can have your hands all over me?”

Leon’s mouth falls open, “No! That’s not what I meant!” His hands splayed open, innocently facing upwards and out.

“So cute,” she responds with an airy giggle. 

/

Leon’s free hand had been in his pocket for a while now. Palming the keycard for his hotel room as they approached closer towards their pairs of accommodations. His hand sweats as they approach the hallway towards his room. She’s still walking next to him, all the way up towards the doorway.

“I um,” he gathers the gift bag along with her woven tote bag. Both of the straps in his palm. The straps feel hot in his hand. Maybe his hands are just hot. The keycard is still in his other hand. He watches her, all she’s doing is smiling softly. Staring at him and nothing else. He fights inside of himself. 

Tell her good night. Tell her you had a good day with her. Tell her that despite everything between them, today meant a lot to him. Tell her good night. Tell her good night.

“Did you want to come in? I might have something for your sunburn,” he gestures towards his hotel door with his free hand.

“Sure,” she responds and turns towards the door to slide a key card into the silver handle. The light turns green as the locking mechanism turns. He takes no time to rationalize why she had a key card to his hotel room or the fact that he’d already forgotten that in the morning that she returned to his room without any issues; and simply twisted the handle to open it. 

He waits for her to enter and flicks on the lights afterwards. The entry area that greets them before the bedroom is lit up in a warm glow. The rest of the hotel room dimly lit by the light from the window. Leon isn’t unfamiliar with the sight of her in his hotel rooms. They were the few common places they’d run into together. More often than not with the night ending with them tangled between each other and the sheets; and with him finding the bed empty in the mornings.

Ada makes her way towards the other side of his hotel room. Taking a moment to have a glance outside of the window to see the ocean. “Well, I have to admit your view is better than mine,” she hums and takes a seat on the window sill. 

The door closes and locks, and he drops off the bags near the door. Exhaling deeply he closes the distance in a few steps and stands next to her at the window. 

“I doubt that,” he exhales a chuckle, his gaze fixated on her profile as she stares outside.

“I love being near the ocean,” she whispers, almost too quiet for Leon to hear.

“Really?” He quirks a brow, taking a moment to look out the window as well.

“It’s so freeing. The waters are so blue. They can be so calming and relaxing with soft waves, and yet can grow dangerous with strong storms. They feel unpredictable yet so tranquil and peaceful at the same time,” she explains with a smile on her face, her eyes still stuck on the crashing waves.

“I didn’t know you could be so sentimental,” he exhales a laugh through his nose. His arms cross his chest as he leans his shoulder against the wall next to the window. 

He eyes her exposed shoulder again, seeing her reddening skin. 

“Sit tight, I’ll grab something for your burns,” he presses off the wall from his shoulder and heads to the bathroom. The light illuminates from there and seeps into the bedroom as he digs through one of his travel bags.

Ada grazes her fingers along her shoulders again, silently cursing herself for not realizing how hot it was today. It’s tender to the touch and slightly painful each time her fingertips press too harshly. 

Leon returns with a few things in his hands. Setting them on the window sill as he pours a clear substance into his palm.

“May I?” He asks firmly this time. Polite but with authority. She responds by slipping the straps down her shoulders whilst holding the bodice of her dress with her other hand. Sitting down next to her, he gently applies the gel. The immediate cooling affects already working as she lets out a soft sigh. His hands are gentle and timid. The sheer size of them taking over most of her shoulder. His two fingers are gently ghosting along the tops of her shoulders, dragging downwards towards the rest of the burn. His eyes trail along her décolleté, briefly catching the way her hands are pressed into her breasts. His eyes snap back to his fingers as they follow along and reach the other side of her chest. He eyes her own scar. A reflection of his. Hers had healed a lot better than his. A mere white circle that most would miss. He coats her other shoulder with the gel, his eyes still on the scar. 

His throat is loud as he swallows, seeing her hands as she holds the top of her dress, the plunging neckline showcasing her full breasts in front of him. 

“You’re staring, Leon,” she whispers in a low voice.

“I’m just making sure I got all of it,” he narrows his eyes at her. He runs his hand along her chest again finishing as he reaches her left shoulder. 

“Here, use this if you want,” he offers a cool towel. 

She simply shakes her head, “whatever you used was good enough. I already feel a lot better,” she tilts her upward to meet his gaze. “Thank you,” she hums with an appreciative tone, their faces are only mere inches apart.

“S-sure,” he nods.

They sit together, enjoying the ocean as it continually brushes onto the sands. As the night goes on, they relax in the comfort of his hotel room. The quiet between them slowly growing more and more comfortable. The space between them growing smaller and smaller. The inevitable always happens, and yet they’ve haven’t crossed that line yet. Leon eyes the bed. It’s been made in the same pristine way it had been every day. Crease less and clinical with how the pillows are placed and fluffed. 

“Getting tired?” 

Leon is not tired. He is in fact, entirely wide awake. Being on vacation, he supposes there is no bedtime. He takes a pause before shaking his head, “are you?”

She repeats his head shaking, no.

He doesn’t hesitate.

“Will you stay?” 

//

They don’t remember how they ended up on the bed. Ada’s tucked in between Leon’s arm and chest with her head resting on him. The fan blades are circling above them, fanning them with soft cool air. Leon feels her hand dragging her fingertip against his shirt. 

Both of them are still wide awake. The light is still on. Clothes still on. They’re simply silent between each other. Only their soft breathing and the thumping of Leon’s heart is heard from Ada. Leon’s focusing on the fan above them, wanting to focus on anything other than her warm body against him. Her intoxicating scent and the way it tingles through his body.

His eyes lazily fall down from the ceiling and along the wall. His head twists just enough to see her hand against his chest. Repeating the same patterns.

“What do you think we’re doing?” 

“I ask myself that quite often,” she hums and twists her head to get into a more comfortable position. The way she sways her head splays more of her hair onto his chest. The soft scent of her shampoo and the air of the ocean still lingers. It’s gentle and fragrant. Contrasting the sweet and dark scent of her perfume that she often wears. He can still smell her, inhaling more of her as his chest rises.

His arm tenses around her, bringing her closer onto his chest. His other hand nervously pressing his own fingers into his palm. Pressure placed onto the meaty part of his thumb. A pressure that’s almost painful before he releases. He repeats the same action a few times.

He remembers one of the times they were in a hotel room together, she had all of the upper hand. Damn the dress she wore. Like it was made for her as it hugged every single curve of her body, like it was a second skin. The glittering fabrics caught his eye every single second he tried to turn away. Like a moth to a flame, he kept chasing her. The very memory of it is in the forefront of his mind. And he’s unsure if he wants to repeat it. She hadn’t initiated anything yet. Simply resting on top of him as she drew nonsensical patterns and shapes on his shirt. 

His fingers release from the fist it was stuck in. Reaching to grasp at her wrist, pulling her hand away from his chest. 

Ada’s expression is unreadable. In the dim light, he can barely make out anything from her. Any minute detail is hard to see. If the expression in her eyes change. If her lips upturn or downturn. Her hand remains limp in his grasp. Not fighting him, but not giving in either. 

“I don’t want this to be a mistake,” he whispers, his fingers are tender on her skin. Pressing his index finger gently into the soft part of her wrist. Splaying his fingers and intertwining with her fingers. 

Her fingers are laying straight, taking their time to curl into his. He watches as their hands fit together, like two pieces of a puzzle. 

“Let’s not make any mistakes then,” she exhales. Her voice shaking only for a second. Almost imperceivable, but Leon can hear it. He can feel her loosening up in his embrace. Her body growing languid as she melts into him. 

She’s afraid.

She’s never afraid. 

He urges her upward, rising up in the bed with her. Her head questioning him with a small tilt. She stares at him intently, the darks of her growing. With his arm slipping away he hovers above her. His arms on either side of her head, pressed chest to chest. The muscles in his arms tense as he keeps his weight off of her, caging her beneath him. He watches her with an expression he hadn’t seen before. Although he doesn’t have much time to decipher it as she angles her head closer to his. 

With the tiniest space between them, she raises her arms to grasp the sides of his face. Reading his expression one last time before she makes the surge forward. 

Her lips are soft. And barely there. He can feel her warmth, her soft breath. 

It’s timid. Unsure and shy. 

He feels his hair falling and cascading onto her face. And her fingers spreading through his hair to push it out of the way. How tender her hands are. 

The softest kiss.

Having spent the entire day with her. All he can think of is this moment. Another kiss. The soft presses of his lips against hers. Trailing along her cheeks and down her jawline and neck. He grasps the straps of her dress, watching her with careful eyes as he drags them down. Exposing her breasts to him. She’s a delicious dessert and he’d spent all day wanting it.

She helps him as he tugs and pulls her dress off. Shedding the rest of her clothing until she’s completely bare underneath him. Her bathing suit had left little to the imagination from earlier. But the sight of her like this unlike any other. He takes another moment to memorize her like this again. Remembering every detail he had somehow forgotten, praying he doesn’t forget her again.

He grabs one of the pillows that’s tucked against the headboard of the bed and places it underneath her hips. Positioning her in front of him as he spreads her legs apart. She warm and wet, pink and flushed. 

With her thighs resting on his shoulders, he brushes his nose against her. His fingers spreading her open as his tongue prods and licks at her opening. Her taste is divine. The way it fills and spreads on his tongue as her wetness coats his lips. He hears her soft whimpers and whines along with the sounds of the fabrics in between her fingers as she fists the sheets. Dragging and pulling away from the bed as he works her open. Licking and prodding at her, watching as her essence leaks from her. His other hand is wrapped around her thigh, keeping her steady with each little twitch and twinge of her hips. Quivering and reaching closer towards his swirling tongue.

He looks up at her again. Waiting for approval before he slides one of his long fingers inside of her. Curling and hooking into her as his tongue flicks at her wet swollen clit. He gives no time for her to adjust as he spreads her open with another of his fingers, scissoring into her. Her hand is quick to tug into his dark blond locks, twisting and pulling for his eagerness. The pain against his scalp is enough for him to let out a breathy desperate moan.

Leon licks his lips clean, tasting her all over on his tongue. His fingers still curled deep inside of her as he stares her down. His eyes narrow, one of his angled brows raising as he smirks wide. Feeling like he’s had the upper hand for once.

She notices his arrogance. “So confident, hmm?” she tugs at his hair again. Enough for him to let out a softer pleased filled moan, the pain of it just enough to inch his head further towards her belly. He plants a kiss there, trailing his kisses up her torso and breasts. His wet fingers still swirling and thrusting inside of her, his thumb pressing tight circles against her clit. His fingers remembering exactly how she liked it.

He had barely registered what she said as he trailed his kisses back up towards her neck. Her grasp on his hair is still taunt, twisting occasionally between her fingers before letting go lightly. Her sweet moans reflect with the way she tugs at him. Her other hand is clawing into his back, her nails pressing the fabric of his shirt into his skin. But it feels dulled, the sharpness of her nails dampened by the single fabric.

He speeds up his fingers, eliciting a throaty whine from her. His head shoots upward to watch her, his eyes fixated on her face. Transcending into a higher plane of pleasure. Her lips part, more moans and whines echoing. Her eyes are half lidded, her chest heaving and curling into him. Her thighs shake, twitching throughout her body as he feels her falling apart on his fingers. Her head twists, her cheek pressed into the soft fabric of the pillow as she cums, soaking his fingers with her creamy essence. 

“Be a good boy,” she breathes and slowly twists her head towards him. He watches her as her eyes darken a shade, her lips bitten red from her attempts to stifle her moans. A desperate moan escaped her lips as she feels his fingers slipping away from her. Leon licks his lips once over before pressing his soaked fingers into his mouth, licking them clean as he keeps his eyes on her. The taste of her fills his tongue again, intoxicating him as he laved at his appendages. 

Ada feels more exposed than normal, the fact he’s still completely clothed did nothing to help. Her arms stretch out and grab at the collar of his shirt, hastily tugging at it and pulling it off and over his head. Passion filled and animalistic; contrasting the almost careful and timid way she removed his shirt from earlier on in the day. The rest of his clothing is removed in seconds. Leon helping her to rid the rest of it. 

She swallows, seeing the strong muscles in his legs as they moved as he settles back onto the bed. His legs spread, his thick cock leaking against his thigh. He moves as if his body is on auto-pilot, reacting to his inner urges rather than his head or his heart.

“Are you going to behave like a good puppy?” She asks sweetly, crawling onto him curiously. Her hands pawing at him as she makes her way over in between his thighs. Her nails digging into him along the way, giving him jolts of painful pleasure. With his thighs spread she splayed her hand around the base of his cock. A hiss seething from his clenched teeth, Leon’s eyes roll as he feels her giving him a generous pump of his cock. Her hand gives him another faster pump as she palms the tip of his cock, gathering his slick before slathering it down the length. Her fingers wrapped around the base and playing with him. Teasing him in ways that always got him hot and heavy. 

“Are you going to behave Leon?” She asks again, stalling her movements with her question. 

“F-fuck, yes,” he grunts, his gaze stuck on her hand as she pumps him again.

“Yes what?”

“Fuck, I’ll behave,” he groans, this time longer with more annoyance.

“You don’t sound very appreciative, Agent Kennedy,” she elongates his formal title, her voice sweet saccharine in pitch as she gives him another agonizingly slow pump. The head of his cock is leaking profusely, coating him with his sticky precum. 

His groans grow louder, more rabid and unrestrained. A powerful grunt from his chest echos as he watches the tip of Ada’s soft pink tongue swirling the tip of his cock. Her hand is at a glacial pace running up and down, feeling each and every single vein and pulse of his cock. 

Her lashes flutter, her cheeks flushing with pink warmth as she hollows her cheek, engulfing the head of his cock with little warning. Offering the same little warning that he did for her. He rolls his eyes, the heat from her mouth spreading throughout his entire body. His face dampens with sweat, the air from his lips hot and releasing in desperate pants for breath. 

An audible pop rings as Ada lips release from his cock. Leon’s head unconsciously presses forcefully into the bed beneath him, his hips straining to reach for her hand as she continually pumps his cock at a leisurely pace. 

“Ada,” he strains his voice. “Ada, please,” his voice wanes as he whines.

Something in him snaps. 

The hold on his head and his heart push forward. Ignoring whatever words she had said.

…

He can barely hear her words, as they come from her lips like a pur. Smooth and sultry. But it’s not what he wants. He needs more from her. 

His ears are ringing, his cock unbearably uncomfortable as all pleasure and friction is lost as she unwraps her fingers from it.

“Please,” he begs. Desperately wanting anything she’d be willing to give, but it’s somehow not enough anymore. The desperation in his voice doesn’t go unnoticed by her. The routine they had built was shallow. With little bits of the truth slipping through the cracks. She wants more than just this. 

The facade drops. As if everything suddenly fell apart between them. 

The complicated web they weave is untangled each second they spend together. An innocent day filled with rather mundane activities and yet each time they end up like this. Each time they get closer, there’s a pull. Dragging them away from each other. A fear in their hearts that this is the last time. That the pleasure they want, isn’t what they deserve. She can see it in him. The fear she has all too well. Begging for something as if it’s the last time. Even she knows she’s not strong enough to avoid it this time. That she’s tied to him in ways she can’t describe. 

“Leon.”

Her gaze shifts. A glassiness to her eyes that reflects the dim light. A fragility that he always sees in moments like these. A vulnerability that she never lets escape to the surface. 

Still tangled in each other’s embrace, Leon finally breaks the silence.

“Let me love you the way I want to,” he asks softly. 

His hand reaches to cradle the sides of her face. His fingers tenderly carding through her dark hair to push it away, allowing him to see more of her of the delicate features of her face. His touch is so tender. So soft it nearly brings the tears in Ada’s eyes to the edge. Just brimming the ends of her long lashes. Every time he gets closer to her; and every time she lets him in.

His gentle kiss asks permission for more. Chaste at first. Waiting for her to make the move. Her hands weave and wander along his neck and shoulders, holding onto him as she grows plaint. Letting him easily maneuver her underneath him. He holds her hip gently, spreading her legs around his waist. Letting her lay comfortably on the soft sheets of the bed. Padding the pillow beneath her head with his other hand. Tracing his fingers into her hair as it dances over the pillow. 

The moment is tender, careful and all too loving. It’s not a intense rough fucking. One filled with teasing and reward. Nothing to work for, nothing to be earned or gained. 

“Don’t shy away from me,” his finger continues to caress her cheek, bringing her back to him.

Ada feels the warmth from her chest growing slowly at first. Then spreading like wildfire throughout her body. It’s a tenderness from him she thinks she’s undeserving of; a love all too consuming. He looks angelic like this, his hair glowing in the light and haloing around his head. With each gentle kiss he places on her, his hair sways into his face, covering his eye. She raises a delicate hand to brush aside his hair. Showing her his loving gaze. It’s so warm. Her thighs squeeze around his hips, bringing him closer to her. 

His boyish smile fills his face. His perfect warm smile. He places another kiss on her forehead, his eyes nearly snapping shut as he presses into her. Her mouth falls open in a silent whine. Feeling him as he stretches her open, filling her until he’s fully seated inside. His body falls a fraction, the warm pleasure radiating and taking over as he gives her a tentative pull back and thrust of his hips. His hand tightly grips her hip, nearly blemishing her skin with his fingerprints. 

With each thrust he firmly holds onto her. Relishing the feeling of her warm wet walls hugging every inch of his cock overwhelms him ways he can’t describe. The lewd wet sounds emanating from where their cores meet grow louder as he desperately lifts her hips and pushes her onto his cock. A steady pace that focuses on each movement rather than speed. Making sure she can feel every single inch of him. 

“Look at me, please.”

Ada’s eyes perk up, catching his gaze. Reaching for him as he chases her for another kiss. His moans against her lips are sweet and addicting. Her kisses are fervent, and still delicately placed against his face and neck. Each one eliciting an intensity growing in him. His hand near her head trails down her shoulder and arm, wrapping around her wrist and pressing into her palm. She mirrors him as their fingers envelope into each others. Grasping each other hands, all the while their bodies mindlessly rut into each other. 

He buries his head into the crook of her shoulder, hot breath fanning across her neck as his hips snap faster into her. The angle brushing the head of his cock perfectly into her. He hears her, the sharp twisting of her voice. Crying for more. The airy desire in her moans. The grasping of her hand against him, forcefully digging her fingernails into the skin of his back. Her trembling thighs shake, twitching her body all the way into how she curls her back from the bed. Pressing her full breasts into his chest. 

“Look at me,” he begs again. 

Ada’s eyes are barely able to open, her mind fuzzy and her hearing filled with the wet slapping of skin, the bed shaking and their heavy breathing. He can barely hold it off. Wanting to bring her over the edge with him. The way her warm pussy pulls him in with each thrust nearly topples him over. His heavy cock begging to spill into her.

“Come with me please,” she whispers in a single breath.

His hips continually snap forward, her own slamming onto him, clinging onto him as she feels the beginning of her climax washing over her. Her steady and rapidly increasing heart beat pumping in her ears. The ringing starts. Her voice quickens and stutters with his name. In mere seconds her slick covered walls squeeze every part of him. Triggering his climax and following in a few weakening thrusts. Slowing in rhythm as his cock spills everything inside of her, filling her until he plants himself inside deeply.

The warmth she feels explodes into pleasure that courses through her, overstimulating her as she clings onto him, shaking and letting go of every single fibre of her being.

His weight grows heavy on her. Her core still tingling and twitching. His seed spilling out of her and onto the sheets. 

“Leon.”

He hears her serene voice repeating his name, calling for him. With the bit of strength he has he lifts his head to meet her face. Immediately surging towards her lips at the sight of her smile. A warm giggle tries to escape from her lips, squashed from their kiss. A sloppy one that elicits another deep chuckle from him. Each one peppers more kisses, ones that feel like they’re not going to stop. 

//

His stamina is tested as the night continues on. Hours spent in his hotel bed, wrapped into each other. Going until she nearly begs him to stop. She rides him until he can barely take it, their skin red and flushed. His head reeling with nothing but the chase for the high. The ecstasy of it. 

In the late hours of the night, their bodies are satiated. Tingles and butterflies fluttering through every part of them. Hips bruised and imprinted with each other’s fingerprints. Lip prints marked on necks and chests.

Despite her protests, Leon takes the time to apply more of the gel for her sunburn. His hands confident on where to go, and how far he can go. 

“I don’t think I have any sun burns there Leon,” she presses her chin lightly against her shoulder, turning her head to scold him with a smile. His fingers are cleaned from the gel and he can’t help but run his palms along her chest, cupping her breasts between both hands.

“Really?” He scoffs with a smile. “Better to be safe than sorry,” he finishes by leaning in for another kiss. 

“This,” she simply says, a singular hum following her word.

“Hmm?” He hums as he gathers her into his arms. Pressing her into his chest as he lays down into the bed. Letting her perch herself onto him. 

“I like you like this,” she replies and returns to drawing her fingertip against his bare chest.

“Naked?” He teases her with a warm laugh.

She smiles although he can’t see her. He can however feel her rolling her eyes at him.

“I like when we’re both like this.”

“Like what?” 

This time she lifts her head towards him. Her expression is alluring and captivating, her dark hair framing her face, the bitten red hue of her lips. The warm flush against her cheeks that remain on her skin. The inviting look of her eyes. 

The years haven’t been kind to Leon. But his good nature and strength lingers in him. It wanes and grows with time, running into obstacles but he always overcomes them. He hadn’t given up before, and she didn’t want to see him give up just yet. She watches him as he lazily lets out a soft yawn, the tension in his face released as he grows more sleepy. Closing his eyes briefly, his lashes slowly fluttering closed. He looks so much more peaceful like this, like all the pain had washed away. The tension in his brows released, his lips upturned in an effortless smile.

“Together,” she whispers.

//

Ada wakes as the morning light greets her. She so often rises before the sun even peeks at the sky. Always slipping away in the early morning or the night. She was never comfortable with goodbyes or overstaying her welcome. It was always easier to leave. But she didn’t want to leave him this time. 

The sun is bright. Warm and inviting. Just like Leon had always been to her. She turned towards him, watching him as he slept. Still lost in a dream as he laid next to her. His arm wrapped around her even as he slept. 

He looks so free. 

Ada let her impulses take over, leaning in to brush his hair away from his face. Her finger ghosting along his cheekbone and jawline, feeling the soft stubble there.

“Ada,” he quietly breathes out, his eyes slowly opening.

“You’re still here,” his smiles somehow grows wider, reaching his eyes.

“You’re still here too,” she quips back.

“This is my hotel room,” he all too easily over takes her, trapping her underneath him. 

“One night is all it takes huh?” She tilts her head upward towards him, trailing a lingering kiss against his jawline.

It wasn’t just the night. 

/

The rest of their vacation was spent together. Exploring the rest of the island or back in the hotel room. Ada had shown Leon how to live a little, all the while she was breaking down her own walls. Letting him in bit by bit no matter how much she struggled. That each morning they woke with each other still there, it formed a new bond. A breakthrough was made. 

When the vacation was nearing its end. Leon silently knew they would have to part ways again. The pain of it was less gut wrenching this time. The heartbreaking feeling he always felt whenever she left was no longer with him. No longer scarring and digging into his soul; instead as if the ties binding his heart were simply him holding it in place instead.

He held her one more time, breathing in her soft sweet scent to remember for next time. Remembering the feeling of her embrace. Remembering the gentle touch of her hand and the tender warmth of her lips. 

It feels easier now. 

The few remaining questions that bounce off in his head roll off of his tongue easier now, wanting to have them all answered before they part. 

“Back before… on the boat. I said that Raccoon city changed me... and I asked you if you had changed,” he says, his head still pressed against hers.

She merely nods against him.

“I didn’t understand you back then. I’m not even sure if I even do now-” he pauses with a laugh, his hands resting on the small of her back and trailing onto her hips and waist as he held her.

“Maybe you have figured me out, maybe I haven’t really changed,” he lifts his head to meet her eyes.

“But I like to think that I changed you,” he nods with his words.

A smile grows on her face, “maybe you did,” she exhales a short laugh.

The last lingering question he has for her blurts out of his lips before he can stop himself. 

“When will I see you again?” he asks, his brows furrowing together lightly, although a smile is still painted on his face. 

He feels the soft press of her lips against his. A warm kiss that lingers throughout him, the soft perfume of her filling his nostrils as he drinks her in one more time. Her hands wrapped around his neck and shoulders trailed down to his hand. Her fingers enveloping into his again. It feels natural now, as if her hands were meant to be in his.

She smiles, watching his expression as slight confusion fills it. When she releases her hold from his hand, he feels a paper like texture in the palm of his hand. Before he can react much, he feels another of her kisses against his cheek before she slips away. 

“You’ll figure it out. See you later, Leon,” she smiles softly. Giving him a wave before she begins walking away. His eyes are stuck on her form as she slowly disappears from him. Only when he can no longer make her out from the crowd does he look down into his palm. It’s neatly wrapped with a pastel blue ribbon tied around it. He tugs on it, undoing the perfect bow. The paper unfolds neatly by itself. A little green turtle keychain appears from the wrapping. 

He chuckles warmly with a grin, “very cute.” He can’t help but eye the key attached to it, along with the zipper enclosure along the side of the shell of the turtle.

He smiles. Knowing that’s all he needed from her. For now.