#lambs to a slaughter

[local-idiotic-texan]

This series and its contents contain references to gore, psychological torment, torture, suicidal tendencies, and more. If these topics are triggering to you, please leave.

This episode, in specific, contains:

Suicide, Posessiveness, Extreme Descriptions of Gore, Death of a Father Figure

Thank you.

Moth had fluttered to life at this point. She began to eat raw fruits from the hand of C4.

Flashlight began to think about motivations. Friendship Bracelet was quiet, Corazon and Birdfeed had a somber look, and Newspaper was literally sleeping the waiting period through.

“...what's on your mind?” Birdfeed asked.

“Look around the room. How many of us really wanna still… be here, y’know?” Flashlight asked. “Moth’s barely recovering from microhibernation, Newspaper is peaceful, but who knows how long that’ll last, and Braceletto is on a thread! :(“

“...” Birdfeed huffed smoke. “...you’re a leader, ain’t ya?” He asked, smoking some more. “..give ‘em a speech.”

“What?” Birdfeed pats Flashlight as she asks for clarification. “...go on. You got the words, you just gotta say ‘em.”

“..indeed you do.” Friendship Bracelet agreed. 

“...alright. If you think so, Bracelet! ^^” Flashlight nodded. “Si si! Let me join?” Corazòn asked.

“Yeah, of course!” Flashlight nodded.

As Flashlight prepared a makeshift stage, Friendship Bracelet began to walk away. “..hey, where you going?” Flashlight asked her. “...I’ll be back.” She replied, simply.

“O-oh… okay!” Flashlight nodded, walking over to Newspaper.

“Hey buddy… uhm.. if you’re gonna wake up…” Flashlight told the sleeping object. “I’m gonna be preparing a speech! ..okay, bye!!” She now ran off, just as the object’s eyes blinked in confusion as it slowly became aware of its presence.

“Are you ready?” Flashlight asked Córazon. “Mhm!” He nodded.

“Alright.. here we go.” Flashlight cleared her throat.

“My fellow contestants!” She cried, causing most everyone to stare at her. “..sorry, uhm.. but listen! I know that.. it seems really hard right now. Everything we’ve been through - leading to this point, y’know?” Flashlight states. “..but we CAN’T give up now, y’know?”

“..but we’re going to be dwindled down regardless of what we do.” Melatonin Gummies stated. “Face it. We're likely going to lose someone regardless of motivation or not.” He’d state.

 “Exactly!” C4 stated, “and… besides. I’m scared.” He curled into a ball. “...I wanna go home.” Newspaper added to him.

“Ay, si… si…” Corazòn would sigh. “I agree, pero..” he had to find the words, but Flashlight knew them.

“pero, we can't give up now. I know. I know it's… scary, and… terrifying and… it feels like the world itself may as well collapse soon but…” Flashlight sighs. “...but it won't. Okay? …I promise all of you, for as long as I’m capable… I'll be here. It's gonna be okay.” She held the hands of Newspaper now.

“Ehm… yes, okay, then… thank you all!” Corazón bows as he steps down the stage, concluding the speech.

As Corazón began to talk to Birdfeed, Friendship Bracelet walked back into the room. “...Bracelet?” Newspaper was the first to acknowledge her existence, letting go of Flashlight.

“...lady, you there?” Birdfeed had then walked over to her, snapping his fingers.

It was then Friendship Bracelet stared at Birdfeed, then back at the door, she began to move forwards.

“...Bracelet, you’re.. acting strange.” Flashlight noted, but there was no response. “...please, are.. are you okay? ..what happened? What did you—”

In a flash, she unveiled the razor blade box trap, reconstructed - and now ran at Flashlight.

Flashlight, in a fit of terror, decides to push.

 It was then that Friendship Bracelet raised the box, however, it was a mere slash across Flashlight’s face that she was able to land - as C4 dragged her off Flashlight, Newspaper grabbed for the weapon.

 Unfortunately, Friendship Bracelet easily pushed C4 away before lunging at Newspaper, just before she can kill him, Flashlight would grab Friendship and scream.

 “BRACELET! STOP! PLEASE! JUST STOP IT! WHAT’S WRONG?! I JUST.. just STOP.” She begged. Surprisingly, Friendship Bracelet merely pushed away rather than trying to kill her. “You… you don't understand! THIS IS THE WAY OUT!” She screamed. “..this is the way out, okay?” She shuddered. “...we’re NOT going to survive out there, Flashlight. FACE THAT.” She demanded. “..but y’know what? …we can die. Quick and easy. Right now, okay?” She pleaded.

Birdfeed stepped forward, but Flashlight blocked him. “...Bracelet. Please… we’re so close. We’ve been here just 3 weeks - you don't KNOW that we won't survive.” She said.

“I KNOW! ..but if I have to go through another death. Another scream. Another person to haunt me forever…” Friendship Bracelet shakes her head. “Flashlight, I’m sorry.” Friendship Bracelet now backs up against the wall. “...goodbye.”

It was then that Friendship Bracelet slit her throat open and fell to the floor. It took a mere second or two for Flashlight to start screaming. “NO, BRACELET! PLEASE! DON’T GO! WE STILL HAVE SO MUCH LONGER TO GO!” She shook. “Please! …please? …please.” 

The scene had extended on for so long that nobody realized that The Hostess was back. “...wow! That's really a TWIST!”

A bouncy sound effect played.

“...what the fuck is wrong with you?” C4 asked.

“Nothing is, but y’know what's wrong? ;)” She giggled.

“SOMEONE JUST KILLED THEMSELVES AND YOU’RE FUCKING LAUGHING?!” Boba Milk Tea screamed.

“Nooo! Neverrrr.. noo…” The Hostess said. “I’m just pointing something outttt…”

“What is it?” Corazòn asked.

“IT’S GAME TIME!!!” Music jingled through the room as the door opened.

“...I’m not ready.” Flashlight sobbed. “..I.. I’m sorry everybody.”

“...Flashlight, you don't gotta do this alone.” Birdfeed said. “...it's not that. I… I quit. Okay?” Flashlight said. “...I need time to mourn and… I… I can't assure you all that I'm ready to just… move on so quickly.” She sniffles. “...please.”

Birdfeed nods. “...I quit too. I’m moving with you all, but the next room over is the room I’m staying in. Are we clear?”

“Oh, of course! Quit at any time! ..you have to rejoin, eventually, after all. =)” The Hostess bow dispensed CALL buttons for the two quitters. “You’ll starve if you don't…. everyone else? LET’S PLAY!!”

It was then that everyone began to move on into the other room.

“This game is simple! I’m sure you can all see that…” The Hostess announced: “This is a maze! Within this maze, you must all find the way out. I’m sure you’ll all be smart enough to find the way out… without dying that is.”

Newspaper now asked, “How would we—”

“GO!” The Hostess sounds a horn.

Birdfeed lights a cigarette as he nods. “...this is where I get off, alright?”

“...goodbye. I guess.” Newspaper sighed as he began to follow Corazón with the others.

The Maze wasn't particularly clean, rather the opposite. Full of moss and probably moldy, though it seemingly got cleaner at points nobody was sure in what condition The Maze was supposed to be.

“Where are we going??” Boba Milk Tea asked. “I’m not sure…” Corazón stated.

Melatonin Gummies was nowhere to be found as he suddenly left the group. “W-wait! Shouldn’t we..? ..sigh.” Newspaper shook his head.

Moth chirped, seemingly requesting something. “..what is it?” Corazón asked her. Moth chirped once more. “...you're right. Alright, go ahead!”

Moth now flew off to where Melatonin Gummies was headed. “..look! A light!” Corazón now headed in the direction of the light, leading the three people still following him.

As the light slowly became more and more clear… it unfortunately came to fruition that it was truly a false exit. A mirage. Merely a fluorescent light blaring from a high place on the wall. “..ah…” Corazón nods at the group.

As he began to step back towards them, he tripped something - a trap. A glass wall no emerged and was locked in place as it began moving towards Corazòn.

Corazòn and Co. panic and try to get him out - “EH?!” This was the sentiment first exclaimed by Corazón which was shared by basically everyone in the group. “H-HOLD ON!” C4 screamed. 

“..no.” Corazón shook his head now. “..there is no escape from this. I bid farewell, si?” Corazón now just… accepts his death. “N-no! Hold on! We can get you out!” Boba Milk Tea pleaded.

but it was too late. The wall had pressed up against Corazón and as the sound of crushing bone and cracking flesh sounded… POP.

…what remained of Corazón was merely a splatter of organs and blood.

“Ohhh! So close!” The Hostess would giggle. “Our sixth placer is Contestant: Corazón!” She announced. “Pop goes the heart!”

As the PA fizzles out, C4 pauses, eye twitching.

“...y’know what? Fuck this.” He says, before anyone can speak over him though - “I’m fucking TIRED of being scared of this chick. Every fucking DAY we spend here is spent wondering ‘Ohhh, when is she coming back?’ ‘Oh, oh!! What's the next challenge’ FUCK THAT! FUCK ALL OF THIS!” C4 stamps.

“...so, what do we do?” Newspaper asked. “...we walk. We trek to the end, and we fucking jump The Hostess the first chance we get.” C4 huffs. 

As he huffed though. “...hm.” He walks over to the area - the one they hadn't crossed. “...”

“There's barely any mold.” He states.

“What?” Boba Milk Tea would ask. “Follow me.”

So the two did, and eventually? They made it out.

“..finally.” Melatonin Gummies says, Moth in lap. “You guys take too long.”

“Melatonin, Corazón—”

“Died? Go figure. The solutions are always so easy, yet you always make it harder than it has to be.” The box of sleep-inducing gummy discs said.

The Intercom crackled. “Congratulations! Wow…”

“...final five?” Melatonin Gummy fills in.

“Yes! but also four in one episode?! Wow!! You guys suck. :)” The Hostess chuckles. “Seriously, I wasn't expecting the finale to come so early, but I suppose it's here now! HAHA!! Oh well, toodles~!”

As the intercom crackled one last time, the contestants stared at one another. They hadn't any words, it's far too tiring at this point to give a reaction to someone who is the literal devil, after all.

END.

The Smileshow was written by TheWiseGuest.

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[stil-lindigo]

the fox god.

a comic about a trickster.

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[korolation]

lamb to the slaughter

[shitpostingkats]

I'm sorry I'll never be over how funny the chocobros are. There's two different guys who essentially grew up alongside the MC, putting his life before their own and in parts helping raise him for the grand destiny that is about to befall all of them.

And then one totally normal dude you met in highschool who got one month of gun training.

[youhavethesun]

the hardest thing in this world is to live in it. be brave. live. is so beautiful and such a heart wrenching moment between buffy and dawn but it’s also the saddest thing I have ever heard. this is coming from buffy summers, who ever since she was called has had to fight every day of her life to survive. coming from a girl who was murdered when she was sixteen years old, who didn’t want to die. this is coming from a girl who had to kill the person she was in love with to save the world. someone who has seen classmates slaughtered on a regular basis. a girl who found her mother dead on their living room couch from a brain tumour. a girl who fought tooth and nail to survive every battle, every single apocalypse. who despite every effort to live is sacrificing her life all over again at twenty.

the hardest thing in this world is to live in it. buffy summers knows better than anyone just how hard that is.

[lambmotifz]

s5 wasn’t kind to her

[divineandmajesticinone]

BATTLE ROYALE バトル・ロワイアル (2000) dir. Kinji Fukasaku

[aychama]

Butcher Lamb.

Necromantic Axe

Timelapse ;

[novasteri]

when u do a quite unsavory joke about the Lamb's bebé (probably something about lamb chops lmao)

[artificialhaunts]

Don't Forget...

[merakiui]

okay okay I just. So. In Hunchback of Notre dame, frollo is a huge conflicted pervert. And he sniffs Esmes hair. Steals an article of her clothing and sniffs it aggressively. Ect. This is VERY yandere Frollo coded to be. Especially after meeting the prefect with no magic what so ever. Perfect.

AAAA YESSSS!!! Rollo is such a clothes stealer and sniffer!!!! He's so icky...... swiping your underwear for himself and using it to get off. >_< better he cums with this article of clothing wrapped around his dick than inside you. You're just so pure and untainted,,, it's a miracle you've managed to remain so while being surrounded by so many filthy mages at that Night Raven College! He's determined to keep your purity intact and he believes he's the only one qualified to look after you.

Imagine the Glomas plot, but instead you're taken hostage by Rollo before he sends the rest of the NRC students down to the channels beneath the city. >:) something something,,, Rollo holding you while you're struggling and he's whispering to you all about how there's no need to be so panicked. Aren't the flowers pretty? Come, let him take you to a better vantage point (the bell tower). You won't want to miss the fiery swarm as it consumes the city. <3 soon, the world will be rid of magic and then all will be right. Surely you would understand this, he's saying, spidery fingers creeping along your shoulder. Gross, terrible Rollo leaning in to smell your hair or even your neck,,,,

Missed opportunity for Rollo to be even more villainous than he already is...... oh, to have him kidnap you and to then have the one he thinks is so pure betray him by ringing the bell.... in my mind, this is the canon Glomas, but then that would take away the confrontation Idia has with Rollo and that's a really good moment that's immensely important to the narrative. AAAAAA OTL I just think he should kidnap his darling as a treat. Prime enrichment for Rollo.

[dirtytransmasc]

Eywa's fleecy little lamb — the blood sacrifice of Her chosen one

[twitchingproboscis]

ANGEL ANGEL ANGEL PERFECT ANGEL WHO LOOKS TO HEAVEN IN PRAYER LAMB TO BE SACRIFICED TO SATE THE LUST OF THE GOD WHO PROVIDES PLUSH RUMP DOT COM DOT ORG DOT GOV LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER TO THE SLAUGHTER TO THE SLAUGHTER TO THE SLAUGHTER THE SLAUGHTER THE SLAUGHTER THE SLAUGHTER

[n0ahs-ark]

sorry for not posting a lot , doing my last year of college this yr

if i disappear for a month ignore that

[sw4nfire]

pro gamer gets hard carried

[melanchol1cs]

LAMBS TO THE SLAUGHTER, iv.

leon kennedy x religious f!reader

word count: 4.1k summary: god hates what he can’t have. masterlist | taglist | wips

previous chapter

18+ MDNI. DEAD DOVE. themes of religion, manipulation, religious rationalization, age gap(reader is 19, leon is 27), leon being mean for like a split second, kissing, virginity loss, fingering, praise, unprotected sex. this is pretty self indulgent, sorry.

a/n: okay so this might be the last chapter of lambs to the slaughter… i really don’t know how i want to end it so yeah, and i’d rather just wrap this up now that i still like writing about it than force myself to continue with no interest whatsoever. but i do have alot of wips and a few ideas for new series that i look forward to sharing w you guys soon :) thanks so much for the support on ltts, love all of you sm, and hope you all have a great christmas <3

he doesn’t know how it happened or how you ended up here, on the couch, with your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands tangled all up in your hair.

its’s the middle of the week and you went over to his place, like you usually did when your parents were out for work, and now you’re here, your breath hot against his neck and your body pressed close so to his. and it’s all he can focus on. you. you’re all he wants.

the two of you had kissed before, the first time being roughly two weeks ago when you came to him crying, your eyes were red and puffy, and fresh tears were streaking down your cheeks.

the next thing he knew, he had already smothered you with his mouth. it was hard. rough. messy.

when he pulled away, you almost immediately started to complain to him that it was wrong, that the two of you would go to hell for kissing before marriage, and he had to shut you up with another deep kiss before having to talk you through the fact that it wasn’t a bad thing and that the two of you were not gonna go to hell for it, seeing the tears start to swell up in your eyes again.

the coffee mug now sat forgotten on the coffee table, the drink now cold and untouched.

the way your hair feels, tangled between his fingers, as he threads them through the strands.

when he finally pulls back, you're both breathless. your lips are swollen, your hair is mussed, and your clothes are rumpled.

"hey," he reaches up, gently brushing his fingers through the strands of your hair. his other hand slides down your lower back, pulling you flush against him. you're quiet, your eyes fixed on his throat as he speaks. your breathing's harsh, and your body's tense.

“what's wrong?" he asks, his voice soft. you don't answer. can't answer. the words are lodged in your throat, threatening to choke you. all you can do is shake your head.

he kisses you again, his mouth slanting over yours. he shifts you slightly on his lap, so that you're settled on one of his thighs, one leg on either side of it. this new position allows for even closer contact. your body molds against his, fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. his hands slide up your waist, his fingers gliding over your back, leaving trails of warmth in their wake.

“leon,” you shiver at the contact, his name falling from your lips like a plea.

his hands tighten on your back, fingers digging in just enough to ground you. “hmm?" he asks, his voice soft, but with a hint of something else. his hands move, one cupping the back of your head, the other on your hip, rocking you softly against his thigh.

one of his hands moves to your knee, gently pushing it forward. the action forces you to spread your legs slightly. the other hand's still on your hip, holding you in place. the hand at your knee begins to drift upward and under your dress, fingers dancing on the skin of your inner thigh. you tremble at the touch, your body reacting before your mind has a chance to process what's happening.

"feel good?" he murmurs against your ear, his breath hot on your skin. the question is rhetorical, and he doesn't wait for an answer.

fingers slip further beneath the dress, fingers splaying across your lower back and creeping up towards your bra clasp.

you try to complain, to object, but all that comes out is a stuttering mess. words jumble in your head, and your mouth refuses to form the right sounds. it's almost as if you've lost the ability to speak, overcome by your body's reaction to his touch.

“what’s wrong, baby?”

his fingers reach the clasp of your bra, and he gently unsnaps it. your body betrays you, arching into his touch despite your protests. his fingers find the underside of your breasts, and you jolt at the sensation.

“leon,” you whisper, voice barely audible. “leon, please… don't want to do anything wrong,"

"baby, there's nothing wrong with this," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "do you trust me?” fingers slip under the waistband of your panties, and you tense, ready to push him away.

"please don't..." you shake your head, unable to find the right words to say. "what if... what if god doesn't understand?"

he pauses at your words, considering them for a long moment. "god gave us free will," he says finally, his voice soft but resolute. "and i think he'd be pretty damn disappointed if we didn't use it." his fingers continue probing into your clothed cunt, tracing the lace trim of your panties, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your clit through the fabric. you tremble at the contact, your hips shifting slightly of their own accord.

you arch into the touch, your back bowing, and your breath catches in your throat.

"doll," he whispers, the word is almost lost in the kiss he presses to the sensitive skin just behind your ear. "look at me."

you can't, can't bring yourself to do so. your eyes are screwed shut, and your face is flushed.

"c’mon, baby, open your eyes." he prompts again, his tone gentle. and when you refuse to comply, he stops moving his fingers altogether, leaving his thumb pressed to your clit through the lace of your panties.

the pressure is just enough to make you squirm, a constant stimulation that leaves you teetering on the edge.

he gently takes your chin in his hand and tilts your face up towards his. slowly, almost hesitantly, you crack your lids open, peeking through the slits.

"please," you whine, your voice high-pitched and desperate. failing to hide the need and desperation stirring within you. you can't form words, can't string together a coherent thought with his skilled fingers wreaking havoc on your senses. instead, you let out a feeble whimper, your head thrashing from side to side as pleasure mounts within you.

“there you go,” he coos, as if praising a small child for completing a task.

"see?" you search his face, seeking some sign of deception, but find only sincerity and unwavering devotion. "nothing bad is happening. it just feels good, that's all." your lashes flutter, struggling to obey. and yet, you yield. your body melting into his touch, and your head tilting back to rest against his shoulder. leon's hand slides up to cradle your face, his thumb caressing your cheek as he whispers reassurance against your hair.

"breathe for me, baby," he whispers, his lips brushing against your temple.

"it's alright," he soothes. "i've got you." your head starts to spin, and your heart pounds in your ears. your skin feels too tight, like it can barely contain the heat rising to the surface. his fingers finally find the edge of your panties, and with a swift motion, his thumb rubs against your clit, and you jolt, a strangled moan escaping your lips.

“leon,” you whine out, his name torn from your throat. his fingers continue their assault, rubbing and pressing against your cunt.

he chuckles low in his throat, the sound vibrates against your body. “yeah? you like that?”

you nod, unable to speak.

his tongue plunders your mouth, taking what he wants. you submit to the kiss, your body pliant against him.

you're sprawled across his lap, your legs draped over each other, your skirt riding up your thighs. his hands are everywhere at once, palming your breasts, teasing your nipples, rubbing your clit. you're panting, your breath coming in harsh gasps.

your skin's flushed, your cheeks burning, and your heartbeat's pounding in your ears. "fuck," he mutters, his eyes locked on yours.

two of his fingers swiftly push inside of you, and you cry out, your body bowing off his lap, nails digging into his thigh. he holds you steady, his other hand gripping your hip.

"relax, princess," he coos. "so tense."

you squeeze your eyes shut, your body trembling. his fingers move, sliding against the slick walls of your pussy.

you tremble and shake, your body trembling like a leaf in a hurricane. his fingers move, curling and straightening, rubbing against that one spot inside of you that makes you see stars. "lemme hear you, baby," he prompts. "make some noise for me."

you whimper, a broken, keening sound escaping your lips. he chuckles low in his throat, the vibrations of the sound seeming to reach down and press against your clit. "that's it, such a good little doll f’me. feels good, doesn’t it?"

he's right, it feels amazing. you've never felt anything like it before. his thumb is relentless against your clit, your hands fisting in his shirt. you're lost in a sea of sensation, his fingers and thumb working your cunt like it's the most important thing in the world.

“there you go, baby," he murmurs. "just a lil' more." you're not sure what he's asking for, not really. but you feel it in your bones, in the way your entire body is tightening up like a coil spring.

"lemme hear you," he prompts, his voice low and gravelly.

and then you do. you scream, the sound ripping from your throat as your body convulses and spasms. your vision goes white, and for a moment, you're weightless, floating in a sea of bliss. when you come back to yourself, you're slumped against him, your body limp and boneless. he's still rubbing your clit with his thumb, his fingers still curled inside of you, milking out every last wave of pleasure.

"so pretty when you cum," he breathes, his lips brushing against your temple. "so beautiful.”

you can't form a coherent response, not that you'd know what to say. your brain's gone mushy, and all you can do is sag against him. his fingers slowly withdraw, and you whimper, feeling the empty ache of your spent cunt.

“i wanna try somethin' else," he starts to maneuver you. "c'mon, baby, let’s get this off you," he says, pulling your dress up and off.

you don't protest, letting him strip you naked.

he helps you scoot further up the couch, until you're more reclined, your back pressed against the cushions. he settles between your spread thighs, his body looming over yours.

he positions himself at your entrance, the thick crown of his cock notched against your slit. he pushes forward, and you feel him start to penetrate, your body resisting his invasion.

"aah—“ you whimper, forehead creasing.

"n-no, don’t.." you try to protest, but it comes out as a moan. he chuckles softly, the vibration of his laughter sending shivers through your body.

"’m not doing anything wrong," he reminds you. "think you're forgetting that you’re the one who came to me."

his hands grip your knees, holding them back as he sinks more of himself inside of you. you whine, the sting of the stretch causing you to gasp. but it's a good stretch, like after waking up from a long nap. he sets a slow, deep pace, his hips rocking against yours. your hands reach out, grasping at his shoulders for balance.

"shh, 'm sorry, baby," he grimaces, his pace slowing. "gotta break you in real quick, ‘ts only gonna hurt a bit.”

you try to push against his chest, but he's too strong. he keeps pushing forward, forcing his way into your resisting body. the intrusion is painful, making you instinctively flinch and and jerk away.

"jesus, just fuckin— fucking relax, okay? you're only makin' it worse for yourself,"

he leans down, claiming your mouth in a deep, hungry kiss as he bottom's out, buried to the hilt inside of you. "mmpff—“ you mewl against his lips.

your cunt clenches around him, trying to coax him deeper. he groans into the kiss, the vibration of the sound sending tingles through your body.

he starts to move, his hips rocking against yours in a slow, deep grind. you're still sore, still stretching to accommodate his size, but with each passing moment, the pain fades, replaced by a growing sense of pleasure.

"feels good, doesn't it?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. "i know, dolly. i know,”

he nuzzles against your neck, his lips brushing against your skin as he sets a slow, easy pace. his hands slide up your legs, your thighs, your hips. one hand comes back up to hold your knees, pushing them down to spread you open.

"gonna take my time with you, princess," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "work you open, nice and slow,”

he's huge, and it hurts, but there's something else, something that makes the pain worthwhile. pleasure, building at the base of your spine.

he sets a slow, deep pace, his hips rocking against yours. your hands reach out, grasping at his shoulders for balance. you take a shallow breath, and then another, your body starting to unclench. he starts to pull back, sliding out of you, and you whine in protest. but he's just switching it up, angling himself and pushing back inside. and this time, it doesn't hurt so much. in fact, it feels downright good.

"you gotta breathe, baby," he pants, forehead pressed against yours. "just f'get about it. breathe."

he kisses you again, the movements slow and languid, like he's savoring something delicious.

you're not sure how long he works you open. it could've been minutes or hours. time seems to blur together into nothingness. at some point, he tilts his hips, and you feel him nudging against a spot inside of you that makes your whole body jerk. he does it again, and again, until you're writhing beneath him, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

"yeah, baby, that's it," he groans, forehead pressed against yours. "show me how bad you want it." you try to speak, to tell him that you don't know what he's talking about, that this is all wrong. but the words won't come.

all that comes out is a keening moan, a sound that's equal parts pain and pleasure. he's still easing you open, stretching you in ways you never thought possible. but it's no longer painful, not in the way it was before.

it's... pleasant. yeah, that's the only way to describe it. pleasant and good and right.

"fuckin’ hell, look at you, baby. takin' it so good, you were made for this, doll. made to take my cock," he starts to speak, his words a stream of praise and nonsense, but you barely register what he's saying. the words are distant, a blur of noise as your focus narrows down to the sensations raging through your body.

his hips are moving in a blur now, slamming into you with a rhythmic intensity that's pushing you towards some unknown precipice. he's saying things, praising you, telling you how good you look, how perfect your cunt is wrapped around his cock.

the words are lost on you, drowned out by the escalating tide of pleasure.

“i knew you'd fit me so good," he pants, his hips snapping harder now, driving deeper. "every inch of you made just for me. so perfect ‘nd pretty. and this perfect fuckin’ cunt... fuck, baby... tightest pussy i’ve ever had…" his words are a blur, a stream-of-consciousness praise that washes over you in waves. you can't process them, not really. all that matters is the feeling of him inside of you, stretching you wide, hitting that spot that makes sparks fly behind your eyes.

your nails dig into his shoulders, your back arching off the couch as he pistons in and out of you, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. your inner muscles are fluttering, clenching around him like a vice, urging him on.

"s'not fuckin' fair," he grunts, his pace faltering for a moment as he fights for control. he's chasing something, you can tell. his movements become jerky, erratic, like he's on the verge of losing control.

"feels too fucking good." he regains his composure, redoubling his efforts until the room is filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and your high-pitched moans.

the pleasure builds and builds, coiling tighter and tighter in your gut until you're sure you'll snap. he's hitting that spot inside of you again and again, and you're teetering on the brink — it's all too much, and yet, somehow, not enough.

"please," you whimper, not even sure what you're begging for.

"yeah, baby?" he prompts, his hips stilling deep inside of you. "whatcha need?" you can't form the words, not really. your voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper. all that manages to slip out is:

"more."

his hips flex, and he slams into you again, the force of his thrust sending you sprawling back against the cushions. you gasp, your eyes widening as he bottoms out once more, his cock buried to the hilt inside of you.

"so greedy," his hips start to move again, slowly at first, but picking up speed as he senses your desperation. "atta girl.”

each thrust jars you to your core, and you can only cling to him, your nails raking down his back as you're fucked into oblivion.

his fingers weave through your hair, holding your head still as his lips trail over your face. he kisses your eyelids, the bridge of your nose, your cheekbones. each press of his mouth against your skin is gentle, soothing, a contrast to the roughness of his lovemaking.

"easy, baby," he coos, his voice a low, rumbling vibration against your ear that seems to seep into your very bones.

his fingers tighten in your hair, holding you as he peppers you face with a series of gentle, soothing kisses. he's a paradox — the way he's caressing you, holding you, so gently, delicately. but the way he’s been fucking you is anything but.

you feel the change in him, a subtle shift in his movements, his breaths. he's close, you realize, and so are you. there’s that coil in your stomach, something that’s warm and fluttering, building towards something you can't quite reach yet.

“leon, leon— feel weird, again..” you stumble on your words.

"weird's good, doll. means you're gettin' there,” he assures. “just... f'get about it. breathe,”

at the same time, he picks up his pace, his hips slapping against yours with a rhythmic intensity that threatens to shake the couch apart.

"gonna cum soon," he warns, his words a guttural groan, his thrusts even more erratic. "when i do, i want you to let go for me, 'kay? just... just fall apart," he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath washing over your skin.

"gonna fill you up," he grunts, his voice strained. "make a mess of your perfect little cunt.”

and your body responds, as if driven by an outside force. your muscles lock, your back arching impossibly high. your cunt spasms around him, milking his cock for all it's worth as it finally rips through you. a blinding, white-hot rush.

his cock throbs inside you, his hips stuttering against yours as he finally reaches the same peak.

hot strings of cum paint the inside of your walls as he empties himself deep inside you. he stays buried inside of you for long moments after, and you’re not sure exactly how long. but when you finally come down from the high, you find yourself draped across his chest, his hands rubbing slow circles on your back, your sides, soothing you as the aftershocks slowly dissipate.

you're a puddle of warmth and satisfaction, your body splayed beneath his, his softening cock still buried deep inside of you.

you're still limp and pliant in his arms, your breath coming in soft pants against his chest.

he shifts slightly, easing his himself out of you with a soft squelch. you flinch at the sensation, and he notices, his grip on you tightening as he pulls you into his arms. he strokes your hair, your back, your sides, his touch gentle and soothing.

"stay a little longer, alright? just... a little bit more," he asks, his tone sweet and pleading. you blink slowly, trying to clear the haze from your mind. it's hard to think clearly when he's speaking to you like this, his words dripping with affection and adoration.

he's saying things, nice things, telling you how amazing you are, how perfect you are for him, how much he needs you. it's all a blur, a warm, fuzzy haze that surrounds you, envelops you. it makes you feel cherished, special, like you're the only person in the world.

and you feel like you'd do anything to please him, to make him happy.

your mind flits to the clock on the mantle, its numbers seeming to mock you. you should go home, you know that. your parents will be back soon, and you can't afford to be late again.

“leon… i can’t,”

“c’mon, baby," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "just a few more minutes,” you swallow hard, your pulse fluttering in your throat. it makes you weak in the knees, it takes everything in you not to give in to his request.

“but—“

his arms tighten around you, holding you impossibly close as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. "please, doll," he murmurs in a low, honeyed tone that seeps into your very bones. "i need you. just a little more time, 'kay?" his words are a gentle persuasion, a tender plea that tugs at your heartstrings.

he's been so gentle with you, so caring. "i'll make it up to you," he promises, his lips brushing against your earlobe. "i'll take you out, wherever you want to go. just... stay with me a little longer, okay?”

the room feels smaller somehow, as though the world itself has shrunk to the space between his heartbeat and yours. your lips part, the beginnings of another protest forming, but the weight of his gaze stops you short. there’s something in his eyes —dark, pleading, a flicker of vulnerability that you can’t quite name.

“okay,” you whisper at last, the word barely audible, a ghost of sound that slips past your lips before you can think better of it.

his face softens instantly, relief washing over his features like a summer tide. “yeah?” he breathes, his smile curling slow and dangerous, like he knows he’s won.

you nod faintly, unsure of what exactly you’ve just agreed to, or why it feels both terrifying and impossible to resist. your thoughts churn, hazy and fragmented, but his fingers are already lacing through yours, grounding you, tethering you to this moment.

“that’s my girl,” he murmurs, his voice a low, velvet hum that sends shivers down your spine. “i knew you’d understand.”

you close your eyes, letting yourself sink further into his embrace. it’s too easy, the way his words coax you into letting go of the worries clawing at the edges of your mind. for now, it feels safe — his arms, his voice, the way he holds you as if you’re something precious, something he can’t bear to let slip away.

he pulls you closer, your head resting on his shoulder, your legs tucked up against him. you can feel his heartbeat against your cheek, steady and strong. "rest, baby," he soothes. "you had a long day.”

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