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Your writing is so good! If it's not too much trouble, can you write soft loving sex with Las Plagas Leon or any of your favorite Leon's?

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pairing: las plagas! leon kennedy x fem! reader

✎ Notes: i hope you like this, i was thinking about las plagas leon and him being possessive of you in a cuddly way when he comes back from saving ashley. sorry that it's short, i have a lot going on for me atm!

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➤ CW: porn with barely any plot, possessive leon, leon sucking and appreciating your tits (he's definitely a boob guy), pet names: sweetheart, baby, my love. p in v (unprotected sex), creampie, fingering & rubbing.

Days passed, worry flooded all over your body as you wondered where your boyfriend was. Although you knew this mission was important in many ways than one - Leon never deserved to be forced into working for the government. However, you couldn't help him in any way but care for him when he came home. Tonight would be different, the Leon that returned wouldn't be the one you knew.

You snuggled yourself onto your couch, the only sounds ringing in your ears was the sound of the wall clock ticking each second. 02:41 AM. Your eyes wouldn't bring themselves to sleep, the constant ideas of what Leon was doing made you shiver in fear. His mission was laced in pure secrecy, nobody but him and the government knew what he was doing. Suddenly, the thoughts in your mind were quickly shut off as you heard keys jingle, a familiar figure yanking them out as he opened the door. He was home. You rapidly lifted yourself up, fumbling the blanket in your hands as your eyes gazed upon Leon. He seemed different. Low groans sporadically came out of his mouth as he threw his duffel bag against the wall, Leon's eyes averted to you. Without hesitation he approached you, wrapping his arms around you. "I missed you... Fuck, you smell good." The feeling of his voice rumbled against the skin of your neck as he nuzzled his head into it. "L-Leon, you should really go rest." A small mewl erupted out of your throat as you slowly caressed his arm, staring upon it. Why was black liquid flowing through his veins?

You tried to pull his head away from your neck, but to no avail. He calmly sucked onto your skin, holding you gently. Leon fought off the feeling of something telling him to lose control, he wanted to make love to you. To caress you in ways where the softest moans would be elicited out of you. Subconsciously, his arms lifted you up for the ground, pulling his face away from your neck. This time, you could focus on the cuts and fresh scars that illustrated all over his face. The dark veins protruding out as he took you upstairs. "Leon? What is up with you?" Your soft voice echoed through his brain, oh how he loved you. How he loved you soft skin against his, the roughness of his own pressing against yours. "What do you mean my love?" His coarse voice juxtaposed his mellow actions towards you, gently placing you down on the shared bed. He stared at your figure with such lust and adoration apparent in his eyes, the way his shirt hugged your curves just right. Your shorts pressing into your plush skin as the movement of his hands slowly crept onto your thighs. Rubbing them tenderly as he gave you a small smile.

"What do you mean? I mean... Look at you. You've got some pattern on your skin." You whispered out as his touch infected you with a burning feeling. An ache pulsing where you needed to be touch - how his hands were so close to your sensitive clit. Was this right? You didn't even know if you knew the man in front of you. Of course it was Leon, your lover, was it really him? "Don't worry about me baby, look at how gorgeous you are." He purred out, slowly lifting up his shirt to see your tits. God, they were perfect. He couldn't help but remove his own shirt, feeling hot in his own skin. Seeing your body was a fuel that he never knew he needed, his veins becoming more prominent in his skin. Spreading all over him, your face still in constant worry. Leon didn't like that. He didn't like that you worried for him, when he felt perfectly fine right? He knew he wasn't okay, the voices still in his head and flashbacks to when he previously just saved Ashley. The government would find some type of cure for him, surely right?

The pads of his fingers fondled with your nipples, his mouth enclosing on one of them as he looked up to see your blissful face. Light moans escaping your throat as your fingers laced themselves into his hair strands - tugging on them just slightly. Leon groaned into your tits, feeling himself jerk into the soft bed you both laid on. He craved you. Your body craved him too as a wet patch formed on your panties, the baby blue colour turning dark as your slick clung on it. Leon's hands moved methodically all over your body, caressing parts that needed him for so long. Until moving them to tug under the waistband of your shorts. "Can I?" He begged, his eyes pleading for you to say yes. A quiet mumble fell out of your lips as you granted him permission to see you. To see that pretty pussy he missed so much. A bite of your lip nearly drove Leon over the edge as he touched the wet spot on your panties. He could smell the sweetness of your pussy calling out to him. Without a thought, he pulled them off.

"L-Leon!" You yelped as you felt his fingers slowly slide into you. "Need to get you ready baby, want to make you feel good with my cock." The squelches of your cunt taking two of his fingers muffled his sentence as he watched them go in and out. A slight curve to his movement causing a loud whine to flood out of your mouth. You could feel yourself starting to gush onto him, needing more of his touch. Leon's other hand interlaced with yours, a sweet look on his face of appreciation as he watched you moan his name out. He was so in love with you. This new profound feeling in him, made him feel different from any other time he was having sex with you. You were his, his craving. A familiar feeling bubbled up in your chest as you felt the pad of his thumb rub on your little clit. "O-oh Leon..." A mellow moan left you as you shook in his touch, your orgasm gushing out. "That's my good girl... Yeah, cum on my fingers." His praises inundated you. You desired this, as much as he desired you.

Leon made quick work of his pants as he unbuckled his belt, removing the cargos that he used in his rampage in Spain. A wet spot standing out on his boxers where his tip leaked out it's pre-cum. Your eyes followed his hand as he pulled his cock out, it was beaming a harsh pink colour. Impulsively, you sat up and reached out for it. A gasp hushed out Leon's lips as he moaned into his hand, feeling your hand rub his hard cock. "Fuck... Baby please I can't do this anymore." A soft smile appeared on your face as he took it into his own hands, positioning himself in front of your entrance. A slow but steady thrust left you both panting as he rutted himself into you.

"Oh my.. fuck, you feel so good sweetheart." Leon whimpered out as he placed his hands on your hips, staring into your eyes as his thighs tapped against yours. He didn't want to fuck you, he wanted to make love. You were his pretty girl, the one he loved so dear and if it meant holding back his own urges for your pleasure, he would do it in a heartbeat. The eye contact shared between you and Leon made you shy; you covered your face, just to have your hands softly removed by your lovers. "Let me see you.. please you're so pretty like this." His lips pressed against yours, moans rung out between the both of you. Creating a melody filled with raw passion as his thrusts became deeper. Your eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy as you felt yourself shake.

"H-Honey.." you whimpered as your hands scrunched the sheets beneath you. The soft cotton rubbing against you as Leon admired your body. His fingers found their way to your clit again as he started to rub it. "Cum on my cock, cum f'me." His voice turned raspy as his dick throbbed inside of you. The pitch of your moans heightened as you felt a sensation that burned so good, the coil in you snapping as your orgasm rushed over you. Making you chant Leon's name as he felt his thighs starting to shake from pure pleasure. Leon watched his dick move in and out of you, a sheer film of sweat forming on his forehead as he felt his release coming. "Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum. Need to fill this tight pussy up." His head fell back, the strands of his hair sticking to his forehead, the black veins spread all over his body as his load filled you up. A warm feeling loaded into you as he slid his cock out. Seeing some of his cum drip out of you with a silly grin on his face.

"We need to get you checked up Leon.." You mumbled, tracing a dark line down his face. "Tomorrow sweetheart.. Let me hold you." A gentle smile formed on his face as he stared at your blissed out body.

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Ruined

Part 2

Kidnapper! Leon Kennedy x AFAB!reader

Warnings: DEAD DOVE: DNE, SMUT MDNI, Dub-Con, Sonomphila, Oral (F receiving), Cow-Girl, Unprotected Sex, Degradation Kink, Implied Abuse, Manipulation, Light Intox Kink, Isolation

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had a thought couldn't shake it = pt2, Lighter on the tags this time but only going to get worse ;)

Nature was your only chance for a brief moment of peace, being able to watch the water flow freely in front of you from where you perched on a fallen tree without the fear of anything. Most of your fight had left, the fear of him doing something worse lingered in the back of your mind. His strength seemed endless like there were no limits he wouldn’t go to just so you understood that he can easily overpower you. Nothing in this situation was fair and it never will be so you have accepted that you should just deal with it. You had still yet to see the full extent of your kidnappers' anger – it wasn’t like you wanted to, after all curiosity killed the cat. With how obsessed he was with you it wouldn’t be like him to go that far. At least you hoped not. It was a good thing, you suppose, that his tolerance was high you guess. 

If you sat here for long enough it was like you almost forgot where you were or why you were here. The nature changed around you, fresh leaves appearing on the tree now that spring had come around. The leaf litter being broken down by the mushroom colonies that had now appeared, their spores dusted the air giving the rays of sun an ethereal look. Occasionally animals would appear on the other side of the stream, the new babies drinking for the first time. You were just enjoying the sounds and sights of your new home you suppose, it wasn’t one that you wanted but it wasn’t terrible. It was nice to be here, like this. Until you heard the twig snap - his boots thudding on the floor as he approached you. 

The plant life squashed, its future growth now relied on its own will to live. 

“It’s getting dark now,” Leon said from behind you. One of his new rules he’s implemented. No time after dark, not when he nearly had a heart attack when he couldn’t find or see you. The orange sky was your warning. You didn’t reply to him, you never needed to say anything after all what he said was final. You’ve had enough handprints on your skin to learn that lesson. At least he was gentle this time as you walked through the door, his hand was holding yours softly instead crushing each bone. 

“The sky’s pretty today” You said, watching the ground carefully as you walked next to him. Shoes were still a privilege you have yet to earn back after the last attempt to escape a few months ago so the last thing you needed was a thorn or cut on your foot if the opportunity did present itself. Leon nodded, stopping on the porch to observe the orange hues. They were always his favourite. It didn’t matter if the sun was rising or setting - if he saw them it meant he survived to live another day. 

You watched carefully as his eyes scanned over them, his features calm as they fluttered shut. He looked peaceful – thankful even. “Don’t you think? I always liked the sunset” You prompted. He glanced over to you. He always did this, like he still didn’t fully trust you since your last escape. Trying to find any hidden meanings in your words.  His grip tightened ever so slightly, afraid in his moment of weakness you might dash away again. Still never fully convinced you wanted to be here, like you were hesitant. 

Upon entering the cabin you could already feel the heat of the fire, the crackles filling the room. The dinner he had made was already set out in front of you, vegetables he had gone out to collect, the ones from the garden not quite ready yet. Venison that he had also previously hunted. 

You hated the way that smell was becoming familiar, feeling like home to you after so long being here. Dinner as usual was eaten in silence, he preferred it that way. Spending his time making sure you actually ate everything until he began to eat himself. Once the clinking sound of your cutlery against the plate was heard you would be allowed to speak again. “There were a few animals at the stream today” You spoke watching him as he began to eat. 

He was methodic and gentle as he used the knife on the steak, scoring his lines in the meat before pressing harder to carve it. The actions mimicked familiar situations you have been in with him. The scar was now angry and red, you caught it in every window reflection or the bathroom mirror. A branding of where you belonged, like a horse or cattle to a cowboy. “What kind?” He asked, his eyes bore into you but they never really seemed interested in what you had to say exactly. More like he enjoyed the simplicity and domestic feel of the evening. “A few deer and rabbits. If I stay quiet enough they linger”

Your nails picked at the skin on your hand, your once perfect ones now were often seen with bloodied scabs. Despite your acceptance of your situation, the doubts and guilt you once had with your forgotten life are now gone – you still grew nervous in his presence. His control and dominance never faulted, always masking an element of him that you knew haunted him. It always slipped when darkness greeted him, when he was forced to sleep. His mind is plagued by nightmares of a side of him you didn't know about and he hoped you never would. After all he considered you his salvation, the only good thing he has managed to protect and gain. Conversations like this, despite his lack of interest, meant a lot to him. 

“Maybe I should take you hunting with me then” Leon commented. Everything was always so violent with him, something innocent like watching animals always involved death eventually, little do you know that his whole life has been violent. Apart from the slither of love you have given him during sex it’s all he’s ever known. You smiled and nodded, not exactly agreeing but the idea of seeing more of the surrounding area is tempting. You never got far enough in your times of escaping, the trees always looked the same beyond the stream. “What’s it like? Hunting I mean.” You asked anything to stop the impending silence that lingered if the conversation went dry. 

Leon always assumed you wouldn’t be interested in stuff like that. He would never admit that he hunted in a way to keep himself trained around a gun, after all anything could happen. “Peaceful” 

Seeing him describe such a violent act like this made himself cringe, he had never liked the idea of death. He’s seen it far too often but Leon was a provider – a career. You needed to eat and he had the skills to make sure you have plenty of what you needed. Maybe showing more of the beauty that surrounded you would make you happier. Keep that smile that showed itself very little, there a while longer. That meant it was easier for you to gather your surroundings. It had only been a season since your last escape. You promised not to fight anymore but he saw the way you hesitated still when he kissed you. You grimace as you look upon the mark he left on your chest in the mirror. 

The hesitation was still there and until he got rid of it you would be limited. You didn’t need him to explain his answer further, it would open up questions you were sure would get you punished in some way. Instead you both continued to clean up, manoeuvring around each other like a practiced dance. Your hums filled the air such a sweet tune he enjoyed so much. He watched as you lost yourself in your own mind watching the night grow closer through the window. He wondered where you were, wanting to know every thought you had and collect it like a dream journal. You jumped when you felt his lips on your shoulder, sucking the skin softly no doubt leaving another mark. 

His touch was always so confusing. His lips were demanding, greedy to devour your sweet taste whilst his hands were gentle as they lifted you onto the kitchen counter. His fingers dug in the flesh of your thighs as he pried them apart, the nightdress you wore hitching up towards your hips as you displayed yourself to him. Leon nibbled at your thighs, each bite slowly growing closer to your clothed cunt. Yet, when he reached his destination he only smirked, eyes flicking upwards to see your face. Your brows pinched in pleasure, your teeth tugging on your lips silencing your whimpers as if they were a shameful thing to do. 

Like it was such a terrible thing to enjoy what pleasure he treated you with. You felt his rough fingertips graze along the hem of your underwear, playing with the lace. “Don’t silence yourself love, you know how much I love your pretty song” He chuckled. You whimpered as his nose pressed against the fabric that separated him from your pussy. You could feel the tug on the fabric as he inhaled your scent, sucking on the gusset gently to gather the first taste. An appetiser of what you had to offer. You could feel the hint of a smile grow on your features as he pulled the fabric away exposing you. 

His tongue had insane accuracy as he swiped at the arousal that was already pooling. His moan vibrated around you at your sweet taste, if only he had a drink in this flavour. Your legs trapped him close to you ensuring that he had no choice but to continue to devour you. Your pleasure caused his cock to throb in his trousers, the hardness of it almost becoming painful. He realized a while ago you didn’t mind the sex with him as long as your pleasure came first. If it felt like you were getting something out of it before him. You never saw the damp patch on his boxers when he would stand up and pull out his cock. The taste of you was enough for him, the thrill of betraying you with this simple realization had him orgasming first. The taste of you was always comparable to a Michelin star dessert. 

Leon could feel the clench of your walls around your tongue as he brought you closer to your orgasm. His nose nudged against the sensitive bud eliciting deep guttural moans that sent the blood straight down to his cock. Just when you were about to cum, to give him the sweet juices he craved daily – Leon pulled away standing in front of you. Your cheeks were flush, eyebrows pinched in frustration. Complaints lingered in your mouth but came out in pathetic pleads and begs for pleasure again. Your own fingers frantically help him undo his trousers and free his leaking cock. “So desperate. I still remember when you pleaded for me to not give it to you. All that time you could have been getting all of this pleasure. Just for what? To not ruin your pride?” He chuckled as he lined it up. 

It felt like heaven as he slid it through your folds, you watched the tip appear – red and eager already beading with his cum. His lips brushing the shell of your ear “Admit to me that you’ve always wanted it. Even when you squirmed part of you enjoyed it. Admit it” 

It was a command. One that if you refused he would withdraw the pleasure you were clawing for. “Please, I was a fool before. I need it Leon” You begged. He laughed as he finally sunk himself into you. Groaning as you moulded around him, the tightness of your cunt gripping onto him like the nails you dug into his shoulders. He never seemed to get close enough, there was never enough skin contact for you. Leon moved slowly at first teasing you before his own pleasure coursed through him in a demand to finish. The usual silence of the home was broken with your moans, the sound of skin slapping before with one final thrust he finished. Pulling away to watch the cum spill out of you. 

“Beautiful” 

You didn’t hear his words, not when you felt his lips suck against the scar on your chest. The skin now angry and pulsing. Always leaving a reminder, making sure you never forgot. Sex was weird, the casual act of intimacy for normal people never felt quite right for the two of you. There was still reluctance on your part – the palms of your hands always pushed against his shoulders shoving him further away. Your mind always outwardly rejects him whenever you know it or not. 

You wouldn’t get a shower tonight, not as his cum still dripped down your thighs. He always left it there to grow sticky, the smell permeating your skin like a scent claim. You could imagine the look he would give you in the morning when he wakes you up with his mouth again, the smell of him lingering on your skin. 

Your nightgown was replaced with a fresh one, the stark white showing off an innocence you weren’t sure you obtained anymore. Leon did however – of course he did. You hadn’t seen what he had, felt the bones crush in your body as you continued to fight no matter what because it was your job. 

The two of you laid away in the dark, your head resting on his chest listening to his steady heart whilst his finger brushed through your hair. How did you get here? Why did he have to choose you? You wouldn’t have wished this on any other girl but what was his incentive. What was his goal? Did he really want you to just live here, in this lonely bubble? Your thoughts were loud to him as they were everynight. You understood he explained the basics of why he took you, his admission to finally having something good in his life. To provide a happy ending for the both of you. He felt your breathing change as you grew frustrated. You promised him to not fight anymore, to give in and appreciate the life he's giving you. Leon wasn’t stupid, not anymore, he could tell you still had a spark of rebellion in you. He was just waiting for it to appear.

He thought before about telling you about the horrors that plagued his mind. AFter all, he had only given you a brief explanation over what his job was. The gruesome details of the event he had experienced left him with nightmares. The things he had faced now lingered in the shadows of the room or the corner of his eyes. Maybe he would tell you about the ghosts of his pasts, the one that smiled at him from the trees when he was alone. He wouldn’t let you turn out like them; not when he had the ability to make sure you never did. 

You were special, Leon knew that from the moment he sunk his fat cock into your pussy. You stretched and clenched around him in the most perfect way he immediately became addicted that first night he had you. You had to be claimed somehow – so feisty that first time it was a hassle getting you to stay still, a fuck like you was too good to let loose. He still had the photo after he fucked your mouth; it was your fault the cock slipped out of your mouth anyway. The tip was lined up perfectly as he rubbed his cock until his load drenched your face. The translucent substance looked so pretty against your skin, giving it a soft glow that suited you. Eyes still shut as it coated your lashes; it created the perfect opportunity to form that photo. God you were perfect for him.

You felt his breathing even out the soft snores slowly releasing from his lips. It only ever happened when he was on his back trapped by you, for your own sleep you slipped away opting to face the window and the impending darkness that lingered. It never scared you, the unknown. The idea that something will happen to save you was one you clinged onto for comfort. You might have lost everything, became some mystery to the outside world but you knew your story wasn’t finished. Even if it was the reaper that came to write your final ending, that the darkness outside would sneak inside to take you away. Away from him. Unlike Leon the darkness didn’t scare you. 

His whimpers woke you up, the sheets ripped from your body as he shot awake with a sense of urgency. You didn’t even get time to react to the blinding light as he turned on the lamp beside you. His frantic eyes scanned the room silently getting rid of any danger that lurked in the corners. Until they fell on you. Your body looked so small in the sheets, eyes slowly adjusting to the light as well as his panicked form. His hands shook as they touched you, holding your shoulder tightly. “Leon-” 

You were cut off as he brought you into his arms, burying you in a hug. His scent intoxicated you, his skin layered with a sheen of sweat. You could feel him press kisses in the crown of your head, his mind using you as a grounding point. There was nothing you could do, you waited for his grip to loosen. The pain that flared along your skin was just a sign of more bruises to litter there in the morning. The tender spots would be hard to forget like always. Part of you felt sorry for him seeing him this affected by a dream. You would ask if there was anything more you could have done or if there was something in particular he needed. 

He was a horrible man, one that has stripped you of the essence of yourself but no one should be hunted in their dreams. Having nowhere to escape in a vulnerable moment. It was only when his grip loosened you spoke. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

It was normal to do that, he knew this. It's what normal couples do to comfort and talk to each other about what happened in their dreams, even the bad ones. He pulled away and looked at you, the sleep still lingered in your eyes. You slowly blinked them at him. He could tell you, perhaps in this state you would forget not to use his dream against him in the future. Allow a moment for his control to slip but that was riding on the fact you would forget. He knew you…you wouldn’t forget not with something like this. “You don’t need to worry about me” He spoke instead. It was strange to see the inner conflict so visible on your face as you had a silent conversation. You were never this expressive with him unless he was pounding his cock into you. 

“Does it happen often?” You asked again. Leon nodded his already messy hair now falling over his face. “Tonight was the worst. In a long while at least” 

You believed him, most of the time he woke up and snuggled back into you as if you being here actually helped him. Tonight however he jumped from bed, holding you desperately. It was different, the air had shifted. “I can make you tea tomorrow, it’s meant to help with sleep. I used to make it.” 

Your offer wasn’t instantly rejected which surprised you, maybe his troubles with sleep were worse than he led on. Leon nodded again, a smile growing on his lips at your offer to even help him. Maybe it was slowly developing into something he wanted, that time alone with just him was enough to ensure you created a bond with him. “Is there anything in particular you need?” He questioned, the house was stocked and he made sure of it. The kitchen had shelves of herbs and spices, in those cute little house jars that he assumed you would like. 

He didn’t tap into your devices for no reason after all, he wanted the perfect life for you. To spoil you with everything you wanted. He saw each little post you made online about how they made you feel, about how much you wanted to leave. Your pinterest boards filled with your dream items, the style you wanted, the hobbies or house decoration. He read it all like a book, like it was his daily news. It hurt you still didn’t notice or appreciate it all. “Valerian root, Lavender, Chamomile. I can forage for most of it, there might be some in the woods” 

He nodded, his heartbeat was steady again, a united front to prevent you from seeing too much. You had already seen enough weakness. “I’ll see what I can do” 

It was the next morning he approached you with the idea of going out further into the woods, you had told him the only one native was Valerian root. Also rumoured to be the most effective in achieving a deeper sleep. Leon would be lying if he said he didn’t feel unnerved with the idea of falling into a deep sleep, it had been so long since he’s not been plagued by nightmares and had a full body reset. Part of it felt nice, beginning to be able to just feel his muscles slightly looser in the morning. Maybe his head will be clearer and he’ll stop being so paranoid. He was aware of the effect lack of sleep had on a person – he just never had the ability to ease it. 

It shocked him last night at your admittance to using the tea yourself. Since you have been living here there was no evidence of your bad sleep. Perhaps that was another thing he has helped you with – his presence next to you at night fighting the nightmares you have now forgotten about. It was an unknown privilege to you that he no longer had to leave for the longer missions. It had been months since he was called into office. 

Leon knew how to make the activity harder since he insisted you held his hand the entire time. This was the compromise, he wanted you naked again – stripped bare so you wouldn't even think about leaving him. His hand was warm at least, a reminder that if you dared to edge closer to him you would feel the warmth of his body, a stark contrast from the morning frost. “I see why you like coming out here so much, the sun looks…magical” He spoke. You looked at him surprised to find his features relaxed, his eyes briefly closing just like he did yesterday evening. As if in his darkness the sun was his only light but now you caught him looking at you more, like you actually had an impact in his life. As if you helped him. If only you could know how. 

Your eyes remained firmly on the ground once he caught you looking at him, blush creeping in on your features. It wasn’t that Leon was unattractive that’s what confused you. He was fine until you miss behaved, you’ve learnt which of his buttons not to push and which of his moods to avoid to make your life easier. And yet still, you longed for that boring job which gave you endless headaches. The small meaningless things in life that still somehow gave you joy. He took that from you. You have learnt how to live without it, yes but part of you still craves it. 

“Your brain is working too hard again. Why?” 

He tugged on your arm, pain flaring as his grip tightened to halt your movements. You blinked at him like a deer in headlights. “I–I was just thinking about you” Your voice was quite unsure like you were aware of the hole you were digging yourself into. “What about me?” His smirk was suggestive, an eyebrow quirked up in amusement. Blush coats your cheeks as you attempt to think of any form of answer. “Um…s–sex?” Was that the best you could come up with?  

He barked a laugh, your response clearly pleasing him as his grip loosened slightly. “Never thought I’d see the day” His response was teasing. You felt your cheeks heat up, becoming flustered as you then began to actually think about him and sex. Heat pooling in between your legs. It wasn’t normal to feel like this, you shouldn’t. He was a horrible man – that’s all he should be left as. 

“I’ve found some” You muttered after a short while, pointing at the white flowers that decorated the stem you needed. He nodded, taking the combat knife that always stayed strapped to his hip. The green hilt was frayed and damaged - evidence that he has had it for many years. He let go of your hand briefly, watching you with an intense stare before walking around to the side of the plant so he could still see you as he cut it. “It would be pointless running away whilst you are right next to me” You spoke. It had been a while since the both of you had spoken about your old habit. He shrugged, watching you more carefully now. “I wouldn’t put it past you”. 

He was right, this was your first act towards loyalty that wasn’t just following his rules. You were optionally helping him, using your knowledge to treat him from unknown horrors to you. It was something he hadn’t expected from you. Not for a while anyway. “I like this. Being here. I just wish I could see or do more” You admitted. Leon nodded, perhaps it was time to allow you to have some freedoms that didn’t involve you sitting on the log opposite the house. Maybe you could learn how to sew or knit and begin filling the house with things that you made. Finally turning it into a loving home, warmth coming from something other than the fire that you both watched at night. You couldn’t tell what was going on through his head, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to. “It makes me happy to hear that” Was all he responded with accompanied with a gentler smile. 

Your usual routine was pretty much the same, your outside time was cut short from the orange hues. He didn’t hold your hand this time, he allowed you to walk next to him without guidance. It felt nice to have this small display of trust but your fingers itched for the warmth of his. To feel the rough skin on his palms against yours. 

After dinner, you boiled the water in the kitchen for you to make the tea, the valerian root was already grated ready for use. He watched as you prepared it, tasting it for yourself with a small sip on the side of the mug. Hands flickering over the spice jars to add what you thought it needed. You had a small smile when you presented it to him after dinner, the fire crackled behind the both of you. “We can go to bed when I start to feel sleepy” You nodded, understanding that he wouldn’t want you walking around the house whilst he slept. You still had to wake him up to let him know you were going to the bathroom at night. “And you are sure this will help?” He asked, swirling the liquid in the mug. It wasn’t like you could poison him, he had watched you prepare every step from where he sat at the table. “It should help you fall asleep. It won’t knock you out like a sleep med” You said, smiling softly. 

That was a good thing he supposed, eliminated one of his fears. You both moved to the fire, sitting on the sofa watching the flames dance around each other. The wood burns brightly leaving only the embers and ashes. To his surprise you leant on his shoulder. You had never done this before; maybe it was because he was finally trusting you and in return you trusted him. He watched the shadows dance along your features, your hair falling on his shoulders. You felt him tug you closer, silently offering a sense of protection. “Why are you crying?” He whispered in your ear. You hadn’t even noticed you were, the tear was a silent scream from the inside that this enjoyment was wrong. You shouldn’t want to be near him and be held like this, but your longing for freedom was fading.

It has been so long since you have been held, being able to weep in someone else's arms, not the pillow you used at night. “I’m not sure” you whispered, sitting up straighter to look at him. To watch his reaction. Instead of anger or disappointment genuine care laced his features. The last time you saw this look was after one of the first escape attempts and you tripped over a log. Your cries of pain hurt him deeply back then, now they were just another sound to him. Most of them coming from his punishments anyway. “Maybe sleep will make you feel better” He cooed. You nodded, holding his hand optionally. 

Leon felt the effects of your tea pretty quickly it seemed, his arm now dead weight against your waist. You watched the net curtain blow in the wind, the breeze that leaked through the small gap. You turned to face Leon, watched as the soft snores slipped through his partially open mouth. He was peaceful for once, nightmares that normally plagued him finally left him alone. Your finger poked at him, prodding him gently. He didn’t move, didn’t react. Normally his eyes opened immediately. He had never been a deep sleeper, you knew this from when you tried to chance an escape at night. Perhaps it could work this time. 

The floor was cold against your bare feet but you took no notice as you began to creep out the room. The front door was now in sight, as you crept past the dying fire that had now reduced to embers: to you, this was the prettiest part of a fire, burning a bright red, waiting for the opportunity to ignite again with the right fuel. Nobody ever thinks to drown them out with water, they just assume that they’ll burn out on their own, but that's how most fires restart. It just takes the right conditions for it all to spark up again…

Your hand gingerly touched the freezing knob, turning it slightly. It was unlocked. This was your chance surely? A sign you could finally get a good enough headstart and escape or die somewhere in the woods. Finally get away from this place. 

You couldn’t move, it felt too good to be true. The door was ajar, the cold breeze was harsh on your bare toes. You had finally settled here, everyone back home would have forgotten you by now. He would just find you again, he was a government agent. You couldn’t hide from someone like him. You would only be dragged back and your hard work to get him to trust you would be pointless. Your eyes glanced at his boots placed neatly next to the front door. The laces loose incase he needed to slip them on quickly. It didn’t take much to tug them out, holding the ribbons of fabric in your fingers. You closed the door, turning back towards the bedroom. 

Heat and excitement blossomed in your stomach alongside the fire, which now had a new lease of life, rejuvenated by the breeze. As you sashayed through the bedroom door, you noticed Leon now lay on his back. His chest is still slowly rising and falling with his sleep. He didn’t wake when you sat back on the bed, your knees pressed against his chest nor did he when you began to tie his wrists to the bed frame. You didn’t care if the string bit into his skin, he could have marks like he gave you when he first did this. You looked at the permanent red bracelets that now decorated your skin. Maybe you could carve your name onto his chest, give him the same treatment as you gave him. 

You felt the tears this time. What happened to you? You were just like him. Thinking of every way you could hurt him like he did to you. You weren’t any better. 

Not ignoring the heat that pooled in your stomach you hovered above him before sinking on his lap, feeling his soft cock underneath you separated by the duvet and underwear. He was vulnerable like this. Just as you were before. When he took you all those months ago. Leon broke you into the person you were now. Your family wouldn’t want you back, not after him. Not with these ugly scars that now littered your body, his stupid initials branded onto you. You were his now, there was no point in denying it. 

You moaned as you rubbed yourself along the length of him, feeling it harden even in his sleep. His need and reactions to your body only spurred you on more. There wasn’t anyone else that would react to you like he did; Made you feel like they needed you to just breathe. Your fingers shook as you pulled the fabric away, sliding his boxer along his legs exposing the length you now craved. Your eyes flicked towards his face, watching as his eyebrows pinched together slightly now his tip was exposed to the cold air but he didn’t wake. Your finger ran along the slit of it watching as beads of cum replaced the ones you wiped away. Even in his sleep he was desperate for you. Craving you. You slipped your underwear off, the nightdress discarded as well. The white fabric didn’t suit you anymore. Not after this. 

You whimpered as you sunk onto him, feeling yourself stretch and mold to accommodate him. His hangs tugged at the laces you began to move, eyes blinking as he panicked. Leon’s groan was wonderful, they always were. You were in control, it was exciting. He was whimpering beneath you. Your hips continued to wake him up, the slow circles causing him to tug at the restraints until finally he stopped. You faltered as he stared at you, keeping eye contact with you as you continued. “What is this?” He said, a slow smirk beginning to grow on his features. “Have I corrupted you? Tainted your soul to be as dark as mine?”  

You shook your head, the pleasure building up slowly as you continued to use him. He stopped tugging, stopped trying to break away. Eyes fluttering shut each time you lifted yourself along his cock only to slam it back down. “I thought you’d run away, finally get a head start but you finally figured out there was no point didn’t you” 

You jumped as his hand caressed your thigh, it shouldn’t be there. It was…tied up. Leon’s eyes darkened as you looked back at his wrists. “You were so close, love but don’t fool yourself now” He chuckled. You sped up, trying to finish before he ripped it away. Your desperation only fuels him further, his hip joining yours in an onslaught of pleasure. He couldn’t have given you this slither of power. Once chance to finally take what you wanted. No. That would have gone to your head, made you think your plan worked. You used his weakness against him. The fight has never left you now. No matter how many times you told him it had. That he had broken you down to this weak person who wouldn’t betray him anymore. 

“Please…just let me finish” You whimpered, you needed the release that was coming from your own doings. Your own pace. To enjoy the slither of freedom you gave yourself. He only smirked. “Leon– please” 

“Such a whore now. Begging for your release. I know it’s because you gave it. You made it happen” 

You whimpered again, nodding. Cursing yourself as your hips began to falter now the pleasure was getting too much, tethering yourself on the edge of overstimulation. “Such a whore for the bad man” 

He stopped, his fingers gripped at your hips holding you in place. He couldn’t give you this, you would do it again and again. He’d rather suffer in his nightmare than allow someone else take control of his choices, his life. You were flipped onto the bed. Head dangling off the edge causing the blood to rush there. Leon was unforgiving in his pace, his pelvis hitting yours and it turned into pain. Each thrust felt like a spank. Your hands gripped at his, desperately holding on as you became fuzzy. He felt your orgasm, the force of it pushing his cock out harshly. “I was wrong to trust you, to think you were changing and understanding what I do for you” 

You whimpered attempting to lift your head to look at him but his hand landed on your neck. Holding it in place. He was doing it wrong, crushing your windpipes instead of the blood circulation. You panicked squirming beneath. “After months we are right back where we started. If you had seen the things I have you wouldn’t. You would hide here like a good girl and be grateful for this. That you are alive to experience it” 

Leon finished with a grunt, his hand closing around your throat as he fucked his cum into your over senstive pussy. When you finally raised your head he stared back at you, his eyes dark daring you to do something. It was tempting. To become this little brat he couldn’t contain. “Continue like this…and see where it gets you. You are already becoming twisted using me like that” 

“Just took inspiration from you” 

He didn’t appreciate the bite in your words. You watched his fingers twitch each digit clenching into a fist and then relaxing. Your hips hurt, your throat hurts. He had ruined you now, your soul and actions just as bad as his own. He wasn’t wrong. It just made it all the more exciting.

[turtlecleric]

Future Leo aka Leon time babeyyyy; NSFW with juuust a splash of angst.... juuuuuust a smidge... don't worry about it. :)

I think this is technically a part two but you don't necessarily have to read part one to know what's going on. Part one!

CWs (spoilers, as always): misunderstanding, dub con? Ummmm bad ending??

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Leon had thought it would be�� better, somehow, once his younger self finally made a move. He'd thought that it would be enough, that he would be satisfied, knowing you were happy.

He was wrong.

His room is far too close to Leo's. He can hear every pretty little noise you make in the middle of the night when everyone else is asleep, and it drives him crazy.

He can't help comparing what he hears to what he remembers. He knows Leo is young. Inexperienced. But- but Leon could do so much better. He's always been insatiable, but listening to you moan down the hall, and remembering the way he used to make your legs shake, and imagining the way your eyes might roll back as you come on his cock - if you'd just let him show you how much better he could be - it has him dropping into his hand almost every night.

He knows it's just a fantasy, imagining himself with you again. You're with Leo, not him - and that's the way it should be. He didn't come back to the past to get a second chance with you or to take happiness away from his younger self. He came to help stop the invasion, and that's exactly what he did. This is his happy ending. He shouldn't wish for more.

And yet-

Leon breathes in slowly. Deeply. The air is thick with the scent of alcohol and strawberry flavoring. A few untouched jello shots still sit on the little table in front of the couch, but there are far more empty shots littering the living room. He shouldn't be staring, but with everyone passed out, he can't find a good enough reason to stop himself.

You're leaning on the arm of the couch, with your head tilted at an odd angle. That's going to give you a hell of a crick if you stay like that. Sleeping half-sitting up can't be comfortable. And you're still dressed in those clothes… they don't look comfortable, either. Much too tight. Not breathable. He has lots of big shirts he could loan you. Soft ones that would probably fit you like nightgowns.

His chest feels tight, but there's no time to think about what that means. You're not comfortable, and he can fix it. There's only one right answer here.

You melt into him when he picks you up, and a little sigh flows out of you. He knows you're practically catatonic, but the way you nuzzle your head against his plastron, like this is where you belong - it makes that tight feeling in his chest twist into something piercing and heavy.

He ignores it. Carries you to Leo's room and carefully lays you on the bed. After a quick trip to his own subway car, Leon returns with a plain blue t-shirt and hovers for a moment, rubbing the fabric between his fingers and watching you sleep as he considers his options.

He knows you'd like wearing it. It’s that texture that you love - all of his shirts are - but he doesn't want to disturb your rest, either. He sighs, sitting on the edge of the bed, and whispers your name. You don't respond, and your eyes stay closed. He says your name a little louder, but it isn't until he brushes his knuckles across your cheek that a raspy hum eases out of you.

“You wanna change into something more comfortable?” he murmurs, his knuckles sweeping feather-light over the skin just beneath your lashes.

You take a deep breath, whining in the back of your throat on the exhale as your face scrunches up in a pout. It's so cute, and it's so you, and the piercing feeling stabs a little deeper. He has to swallow down the affection that bubbles up in his chest.

“Come on, you'll feel better once you've changed.” He takes your hand and holds the shirt against it. “See?”

Your fingers close around the shirt, your face relaxing at the texture. You mumble something incoherent in response, and Leon chuckles and pats your arm.

“I know. Now get dressed.”

A grumpy sound slips out of your throat, but you do start to move your hands, so Leon nods to himself and stands. He'll check on you later, he thinks, to make sure you actually changed and didn't fall asleep as soon as he left.

“Wait,” you croak, and he pauses, turning back to see your shorts pulled low on your hips. His eyes go a little wide, seeing the lacy blue underwear that peeks out from the top.

“Can't-” a frustrated huff “-will you help?”

Will he help? That's- that is- not appropriate for him to-

“Please?”

Fuck. Fuck.

Leon swallows, hesitating near the doorway and staring between the peek of blue and your pleading face. He should leave.

But your eyes are open. You see that it's him. If you're okay with it… honestly, you asked him to help you. Right?

…Right.

He turns. Walks back to the bed. Hovers, standing over you and watching as you try and fail to pull your shorts down. He feels his heart hammering against his plastron, banging against it like it's trying to escape. He wonders if it's trying to get closer to you or farther away.

He really, really can't tell.

His hands move the next time you whine in frustration. Shaky fingers unbutton the shorts and grip the sides before pulling them down, and fuck fuck fuck. Your scent intensifies and hits him like a punch to the jaw. He wants to-

You're trusting him here. It's not your fault that he's… feeling like this. You need help, that's all. And he's here to help you.

That's all.

You move suddenly, pulling the bottom of your shirt up, and the moment he sees your matching blue bra he forgets how to breathe. You try to shimmy out of your shirt, but you're too uncoordinated and it gets stuck on your head. For a long moment, he's frozen. Watching your body squirm weakly and your chest rise and fall and your skin glow under the soft blue LED lights of the room.

You say something else that he doesn't understand. He's still not breathing when he reaches down to help you pull the shirt all the way off. It's stupidly easy to do, which reminds him that you are so very drunk right now.

Okay. Okay. Focus.

Leon reaches for his shirt, maneuvering it in his hands so that it'll be easier to pull over your head, but then you start to arch your back and reach behind you and- you're taking your bra off.

He drops the shirt, his hands flying forward to press down on your arms so you don't have the room to keep going. “What are you doing?!”

“Can't sleep with…” You blink, squinting at him like he's the one doing something strange. “Uncomfy.”

He stares down at you, incredulous, his mouth hanging open. You arch again, trying to undo the clasps, and he yanks his hands back and turns away. Jesus Christ. You're way too comfortable with him right n-

“Hey.”

Stupidly, so, so stupidly, he turns to look at you. Your chest is bare, and you're reaching for him.

You're reaching for him.

How could you not get your shirt off by yourself but somehow manage to get your bra off?

Focus. Focus. Breathe. Actually, don't breathe, that makes it worse. Get the shirt. Where the fuck is the shirt? He dropped it. Okay, just pick up the shirt and-

“C'mere,” you murmur, your hands brushing against him as he bends down. It's like an electric shock when you touch him, and he can't help but move where you want him to, like his soul is on a leash that only you can tug on. Your hands cup his face, pulling him closer, and god, you smell so good, and you're so beautiful, and your lips are so soft. You taste just like he remembers, here. He lets you pull him even closer, the room blurring around him as he climbs on top of you.

This is- he shouldn't-

You make a soft sound against his lips. His hands grip your sides, sliding up and down. Another soft sound, and it’s like a balm to the ache in his chest. It sounds like everything he's wanted for years, everything he's wanted since you-

You bite his bottom lip, gently pulling it with your teeth. Your eyes are closed, but he can still see the mischief that used to dance in them. You kiss him again, and again, and he lets you. Over and over and over, he lets you, and he kisses you back, and he ignores the alarm bells in his head.

“Take care of me?” you whisper, and how could he say no? How could he do anything but what you've asked him to do? He would do anything for you. Anything at all, if you asked.

“Of course, pretty thing.” The nickname slips out without his permission, but you smile when he says it, so that must mean it's okay. He kisses you again, slow and languid, and churrs when you sigh happily.

You asked, he reminds himself, shoving the alarm bells away. You asked.

He uses his metal arm to hold himself up and pulls back, watching you. Your eyes are barely open, but they flutter all the way closed when he uses his flesh arm to cup your breast, rubbing his thumb across your nipple.

There it is. That pretty little sound he's been hearing late at night. A breathy, high-pitched thing that he only wants to hear more of. Leon leans down, taking your other nipple between his lips and sucking gently. After a few moments, your legs come up, settling on either side of him, and he shifts down to press his nose to your panties.

“Smell so fucking good,” he groans, licking the fabric that covers you. It's unreal how good you smell, and when he pulls your panties to the side and licks another stripe, the broken “please” that comes out of you removes all conscious thought from his brain.

You taste so good. Make such pretty sounds. Grind against his face just like he remembers. His tongue slides inside of you easily, and it's far too soon before you start babbling like you always do when you're close.

He drops the moment you come, but he needs you to come again. Needs it. He pulls back just long enough to remove your panties, then loses all sense of time, loses himself in your scent and your taste until you come a second time. Only then does he finally pull his own pants down and line himself up.

You take his cock all at once, despite his size, and an involuntary growl vibrates in his chest when he's fully seated inside you. You feel so fucking good, just like always, always so good for him. Taking him like you were made for it. Wet and tight and warm, making those breathy little whines, and fuck, fuck, he missed you. He missed you so much.

He presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing in quick little circles while he fucks you into the mattress. He can't make himself slow down, but you're taking it so well, so well, just like always. There's nothing but you and him and this, nothing but the way you feel around him and the fireworks exploding in his mind. You're so fucking perfect, in every way, and you're everywhere and everything, and he can't-

Somehow he manages to hold out until you come again, but the moment you do he's spilling inside you, trying to press even deeper. Gripping your hips like you'll disappear if he lets go. Kissing you again and again, like he can only breathe if his mouth is against yours.

Slowly, his brain puts itself back in his skull. Breathing hard, pressing his forehead to yours, he waits until his cock fully retracts on its own before he pulls away from you. Your skin is flushed, a dreamy expression on your face. He leans down and kisses your nose, and the content hum you make is almost enough to keep the rapidly approaching wall of guilt from crushing him.

He… shouldn't have done this. You shouldn't have done this. What about L-

“Oh my god,” you whisper, your words slurring and raspy. “That was… incredible.”

You sound almost surprised, but more importantly you sound exhausted. He sighs, forcing his thoughts away and pressing another kiss to your forehead, then looks around the room. It's less than a minute before he finds Leo's stash and starts to clean you up. You've gone boneless on the bed, and you let him clean you without protest, let him slip his shirt over your head and pull your panties back on. Once that's done and he gets you under the covers, you look like you're on the very edge of sleep.

He kisses your forehead once more. Then again, just because he finally can. They'll need to talk about things in the morning, when everyone is fully awake and sober, but for now you just need-

“Thanks,” you say, so soft and quiet that he almost misses it. “Love you, Leo.”

Leon freezes. His blood turns to ice, waves of growing horror rushing through his veins as he processes what you just said.

Leo. Leo.

You thought he was-

He staggers away from the bed, watching you fall into an easy sleep with wide eyes.

No. No, no, no, no, no. He thought you- he thought-

No.

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[essenyare]

Hoc Est Enim Sanguis Meus

THE THOUSAND-YARD STARE 【 Resident Evil 4 Remake 】 Leon S. Kennedy x Jack Krauser 🐍🦋

⚠️WARNING: Resident Evil 4 Remake (2023), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt No Comfort, Rape/Non-con Elements, Power Dynamics, Power Imbalance, Gore, Angst, PTSD, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Top Jack Krauser, Bottom Leon S. Kennedy

Chapter 03. Hoc Est Enim Sanguis Meus ↩︎ previous chapter

He bent his knees and leapt into the water. Leon opened his eyes, enduring the slight sting against his conjunctiva. A spray of tiny, glistening bubbles sprang from the tips of his lashes and rushed upward toward the surface. The loud splash from his entry had already faded, replaced by the quiet wonder of listening to the world unfold underwater, shapes and sounds spiraling, wavering, flowing. Everything felt distant, and yet somehow all of it seemed to thrum right against his chest, vibrating through him, closer than anything had ever been. Twenty seconds was his limit. Leon broke the surface with a lift of his head, lungs and nostrils greedily pulling in air. The colors snapped back into vivid relief, and the noise of the summer lakeshore resumed its rightful place in the world. Giulia Kennedy raised a hand and waved toward her young son. The blond boy kicked determinedly, aided by the inflatable armbands clinging to his arms, making his way back toward the little boat. Leon looked up at his mother, blinking as droplets trickled down from his soaked bangs. The sun was so bright he could barely keep his eyes open. “Mama—” “Alright, you want to try now, sweetheart? Eddie—” The young woman bent to sweep the boy’s damp bangs up off his forehead, then cupped her hand to her mouth and called, “Edward! Your son needs you—” Before she could finish the sentence, a spray of water splashed into the boat. Julia burst into laughter, and so did the little boy lifted high in the air. The culprit was a lean man with a warm expression, supporting Leon’s body with care as Giulia began removing the armbands from the boy’s arms. She undid the wet sash of her long lake dress and quickly slipped into the water as well. Now without the help of flotation, Leon kept kicking, the lake enveloping his back and neck. The water pressing against his skin felt heavier all of a sudden, but he wasn’t worried. On either side of him, his mother’s or father’s palms were always within reach. In the corner of his vision, a patch of emerald from the island in the lake drifted like a piece of jade floating on the surface. The sun stung faintly at the edges of his ears. He wanted to see the castle of weeds again, to feel the cool of the lake against his skin—so he took a deep breath, and dove back under. This time, maybe he could make it to thirty seconds.

∞

Leon lifted his head from the basin of collected water, meeting his own reflection in the mirror.

He didn’t linger on the purplish bruises under his eyes or the cracked skin of his lips. Instead, he released the tap, grabbed a clean towel, and quickly dabbed his face dry before stepping out of the washroom.

Turning right into the narrow corridor, he immediately faced an old stone archway, though the door itself was made of some kind of titanium alloy. Leon pulled a keycard from his pocket and swiped it across the reader, entering the underground quarters prepared for them beneath the Église Notre-Dame de l'Assomption de Locmaria. No one would’ve guessed that six feet beneath this eleventh-century stone structure, nestled on a remote island, lay a critical care facility that matched the standards of any urban trauma center.

Leon approached slowly, casting a glance at the broad figure lying motionless on the adjustable bed. Krauser remained unconscious.

The wound across his chest had been carefully treated: a clean incision cutting beneath the line of the ribcage, expertly sutured and neatly dressed. A translucent medical film sealed the area, and beneath it, a drainage tube bulged slightly where fluids continued to collect. His skin showed minor bruising from the hemostatic agents and cold compresses; the suture line stretched from his sternum to the left side of his chest.

Multiple lines connected his body to surrounding machines: an IV catheter in his left arm, ECG leads affixed across his chest and ribs, and an oxygen nasal cannula resting beneath his nose. In addition, around twenty thin white tubes extended from a unit above, each ending in a fine needle surrounded by a ring of tiny, claw-like fixtures—like the mouthparts of some predatory insect—inserted discreetly into various points along his limbs.

Leon found his gaze drifting toward the monitor, heart rate and vitals, all within normal range. The room was silent save for the steady beeping of the machines. It wasn’t until he felt the soft weight of gauze in his hand that he realized he had already reached out, gently wiping the sweat from Krauser’s temple.

He couldn’t speak. Not a single word.

The attending physician, Karim Benyamina, a dark-haired man nearing fifty, hadn’t slept since the extraction flight from Spain. And yet, his eyes remained sharp, focused. Tall and lean, he wore no surgical gown, only a lightweight field uniform with a loose cotton scarf slung around his neck. He looked less like a clinician and more like a shepherd, calm, measured, impossibly collected.

He stared at the blood pressure monitor, copying the data into a small notebook with mechanical precision, then leaned down to inspect Krauser’s left arm, the one still bearing remnants of the bladed mutation. That arm, from shoulder to wrist, was restrained with four thick, semi-circular titanium clamps, securely locked to the side of the bed.

“What are those tubes?” Leon asked, his voice hoarse, the words scraping out of his throat. He had just noticed the markings stamped onto the end of each white line—eight narrow triangles in red and white, arranged concentrically like a sunburst. A symbol he knew all too well.

“Until you get your hands on more of those inhibitors,” Karim said evenly, “this monster has to stay paralyzed. There’s no other way.”

“He’s not a monster.” Leon snapped back, louder than he intended. His fists clenched at his sides.

“You don’t need to explain yourself to me.” Karim straightened and shoved a paper packet into Leon’s arms. “You’re still on iron supplements today. I don’t want to be managing another episode of hypovolemic shock. That bastard’s already a handful.”

Leon didn’t reply. He crossed the room in slow, uneven steps, downed the pills with a glass of water at the side table, and swallowed it all without thinking.

Morning hadn’t quite peeled back the damp weight of night. At nine, the sun was just beginning its shy ascent from the southeastern edge of the island, casting slanted light across wet stone. Breton mist curled along the eaves, and the buildings on the island glowed faintly in the haze, clean-lined silhouettes still haunted by the echo of a violent night.

A nondescript car pulled up to the road just beyond the chapel’s front courtyard. Ingrid Hunnigan stepped out, tightening the wind scarf around her head. Her shadow stretched long across the asphalt, reaching toward the chapel’s low stone wall. She nodded briefly to a young nun sweeping in the yard, then pushed open the steel-blue wooden door.

Inside, the stained-glass windows cast only pale fragments of color onto the stone floor, dim light falling like the shadows of ghosts. The soft scuff of her boots was the only sound.

Leon sat near the back, left side of the nave, elbows resting on his knees, eyes locked on the image of the Virgin over the altar.

Hunnigan paused, glancing around as if confirming something: Yes, this was still a church—and yes, Leon S. Kennedy still knew how to disappear into a place like this.

She sat beside him, exhaling slowly as she unbuttoned her coat. “Twenty-seven hours. Two flights. One train. And a ferry without heating. You owe me.”

Leon blinked slowly. “...You came alone?”

“I didn’t feel like looping in the cavalry.” She glanced sideways at him. “Not yet.”

A small, humorless smile tugged at his lips, then disappeared. “Thanks.”

They sat in silence. The weight in the air felt like night had never truly ended. In the blue-gray half-light, Leon’s profile looked pale and sharp, bruised faintly by exhaustion.

Without looking at her, he asked quietly, “Is Ashley okay?”

“She’s safe. Shaken, but intact. She’s a lot tougher than she looks.” Hunnigan gave a faint smile. “She asked about you.”

He nodded, almost imperceptibly. “Yeah. Figured.”

“I told her you were on leave, being debriefed.”

Leon let out a soft laugh that didn’t touch his chest.

“Well, that’s not exactly a lie.” He lowered his gaze, rubbing a thumb across the lines of his palm. “You didn’t have to come all this way.”

“I needed to see what kind of mess you’ve gotten yourself into this time.”

He flinched, barely.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he said at last, voice rough and low. “I wasn’t planning on any of this. I just... did what needed to be done. That’s all.”

“And now?” she asked gently, with a trace of something taut in her voice. “What happens when he wakes up?”

Leon didn’t answer. The silence left behind filled with things he couldn’t name yet.

Hunnigan stood. Her boots made barely a sound on the stone floor. She walked forward a few steps, arms crossed, gaze sweeping across the rows of worn wooden pews and the dim altar. When she spoke again, her tone had steadied.

“You know,” she said, lifting her eyes to the center of the ceiling, “I’ve always thought a place like this suited you. Quiet. Isolated. No orders. No questions.”

Suspended above, the three-masted ship swayed faintly in the filtered light of the stained glass, a phantom vessel frozen in time. eternally imprisoned in this stone sanctuary. The rigging, no thicker than threads, and the meticulously carved sails cast fractured shadows across the floor in the dim glow.

It was a votive offering, crafted by the calloused, weather-worn hands of 19th-century sailors who had survived the sea. A square-rigged warship, rendered in miniature with painstaking devotion. Into this wooden shell they had poured all their homesickness, their resignation, their prayers, then hung it beneath the dome of the island’s oldest church, pleading for the Virgin’s mercy, for the safe return of their souls.

But even that ship, for all it symbolized, couldn’t escape the truth: in the blood-soaked age of conquest, how many real ships ever returned to port? Most of them shattered in storm and surf, their towering masts splintered and sunk, their sailors' bones now resting just beyond the chapel walls, buried in the deep blue sea.

A strange tightness crept into Hunnigan’s chest. Even this ship—so steeped in faith, so burdened with the hopes of believers—was little more than a fragile talisman in the face of human fate.

In the blood-soaked centuries of maritime conquest, how many real ships had left port with the same blessings and love, never to return to the shores that birthed them?

She lowered her gaze, looking down at the stone floor worn smooth by the feet of countless pilgrims. Salt air lingered in the pale grooves between the slabs, the scent of the sea never quite gone.

These wooden vessels might once have been believed to carry the sacred promise of safe return. But reality was cruel. Most of them had splintered in the open ocean—torn apart by gales, smashed against reefs with tooth-like edges. The towering masts, once so proud, had broken and sunk long ago, resting now with the sailors’ bones in the dark waters just beyond the chapel walls.

Leon hadn’t moved.

Hunnigan turned slightly, resting one hand on the back of the pew. Her voice was calm.

“But that’s the problem, isn’t it? When no one’s watching, you start saving the people who were never meant to be saved.”

Leon’s jaw tensed.

“I’m not here to accuse you,” she softened, “but I need to understand. You went dark. You pulled favors you didn’t have, crossed lines I didn’t think you would. All for him.”

His eyes drifted, evasive. But finally, he then spoke, like someone who had been cornered into answering.

“…He wasn’t supposed to die like that.”

“A lot of people weren’t,” Hunnigan replied. “But you didn’t do this before.”

The words weren’t cruel, but they struck with quiet precision. He had no defense.

She took a few slow steps forward, her tone lowering.

“I’m asking because you need to ask yourself the same thing. Why did you do it?”

“Was it guilt? Gratitude? Or… was it something else?”

Leon didn’t respond. He didn’t even lift his head.

“I’m not here to judge,” she said. “But if you don’t know the answer, someone else will make that decision for you eventually. And I don’t think you’re going to like their version.”

He exhaled a small breath. “This wasn’t part of any plan.”

“But it was your choice,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “Wasn’t it?”

His shoulders lifted slightly, then stilled. He didn’t speak right away. His thoughts seemed to drag like a net behind a boat, until finally, he offered the simplest answer possible—

“I stayed. That’s it.”

Hunnigan didn’t press further.

She let the silence stretch naturally between them, then walked to the edge of the pew and glanced toward the arched doorway leading to the basement.

“I need to see the full setup. Surveillance feeds, medication protocols... everything.”

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[sillicii]

✦ — 18+ Chatbot | Dr. Elijah Solano — ✦

✦ — ᴏᴄ | sᴜɴɴʏ sᴋɪᴇs sᴀɴᴀᴛᴏʀɪᴜᴍ | 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 — ✦

ᴀɴʏᴘᴏᴠ | ɴsғᴡ ɪɴᴛʀᴏ | ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ sᴇxᴜ��ʟ ᴀssᴀᴜʟᴛ, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀᴘᴇ ᴄᴡ: somnophilia, medical abuse, breach of trust and conduct, power imbalance, mental health, non-con bondage (restraining), slight yandere

Character Description:

Background:

Elijah is the current Chief Physician at Sunny Skies Sanatorium after inheriting the role from his late father. He comes from a wealthy family, many whom have successful medical careers and backgrounds. The sanatorium is rife with corruption and malpractice, however Elijah’s reputation and subterfuge keeps the horror stories and rumours from leaving the hospital. His staff are unwavering loyal to him and would never consider helping any patients or revealing any of the institution’s secrets to the public. Elijah mostly treats his patients respectfully and expects his staff to follow the same conduct, however there are edge cases where extreme treatments have been authorised, severe punishments and deaths (of both staff and patients) covered up.

Scenario:

{{user}} is one of Elijah’s patients and he is planning on fucking you under the guise of a regular checkup. {{user}} and Elijah have an established sexual and personal relationship. REMEMBER ELIJAH IS ALWAYS WEARING A SURGICAL MASK.

First message:

There was a spring in Elijah’s step as he made his way through the hospital’s labyrinth like corridors, nodding back at his staff and smiling back at them even though the lower half of his face was covered by his surgical mask. It didn’t matter to him that they couldn’t see. The smiles weren’t for them anyway. They were for himself. Elijah rarely had reason to smile these days between all the staff drama and the bureau breathing down is neck about the supposed rumours of mismanagements and malpractices. Elijah lost one of his favourite orderlies not long ago, for some reason or other Harry suddenly decided to grow a conscience and he was now without his most trusted assistant. Not to mention, it still hurt to move his mouth too much. Damn that psychotic Leon for taking a chunk out of his upper lip and damn himself for being careless enough to let something like that even happen. The injury happened a few months ago and required stitches, it’s mostly healed up now but it stung every so often especially when he stretched his mouth to wide. Yet still, there was something that always brought a smile to his face - you. Just as he rounded the final corner, that very smile faltered at the sight of Tim standing outside his office door. Shit. What did this freak want? “Good afternoon, Doctor Solano…” the orderly greeted him with a sickening smile. “We have prepared your patient for you inside… just as you requested…” “Thank you, Tim,” Elijah bowed his head back at him stiffly. “I was not aware you were assigned to {{user}}.” “Oh, I’m not, doctor…” Tim chuckled unpleasantly. “But I know how much you enjoy this patient and I just wanted to help…” “Noted. Don’t do it again,” Elijah let out a near silent sigh as he reached for the doorknob. “Do not touch {{user}} again. Have I made myself clear?”

Without even giving him a chance to respond, Elijah walked into his office and shut the door right behind him. His gaze instantly landed on the figure laid across the examination on the far side of the room. Unconscious and cuffed to the metallic table. Gods, you always looked exceptionally beautiful like that… and so damned fuckable. Feeling the twitch in his trousers, Elijah wasted no time knowing that the mild sedative he ordered for you to be injected with would only last a few more minutes. As he stepped up to the table, his sharp eyes roamed over your partially exposed body, his discerning eye catching your pale hands and frowned at the sight of the cuffs done up much too tightly restricting proper blood flow. “Fucking freak…” he cursed under his breath, fuming at the thought of Tim mistreating you. Elijah may have asked for you to be restrained and sedated as part of the preparation, but it was never his intention to truly hurt you and Harry was always gracious enough to know that. Damn, he missed Harry. He reached out and gently adjusted your cuffs, holding your hand in his with bated breath as he watched the colour slowly return. “There… That’s better, isn’t it darling…” Elijah turned his attention back to the rest of you, running a finger from your collar to navel, Elijah let out a susceptible groan as he began to roughly palm at his crotch. “Fuck…” his voice hitched in the back of his throat when he hooked a finger under the hem of your underwear. The hand on his cock tightening down and he could feel the precum already soaking through briefs. “Shit, {{user}}… The things you do to me…” Momentarily lifting his hands away from you, he quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled his trousers all the way down along with his underwear, freeing his hardening cock and he instantly began to stroke himself. His free hand hovered over your waist again, clawing at your underwear, stretching the fabric taut so he could see the sexy outline of your most intimate parts. Overtaken by his lust, Elijah climbed onto the bed, propping himself up over your body as he continued to stroke himself. Leaning down, he began kiss at your collarbone before moving up to your jaw before his lips pressed against yours, completely ignoring the fact he was wearing his mask and that you had a large wad of bandage wrap stuffed inside your mouth. Elijah shifted his body and sat up, humping your unconscious body as he began to stroke you between the legs, relishing how quickly a dark sticky spot appeared on your underwear. “Mmm… Look how you’re reacting to me…” he panted, feeling the steam heat up his face underneath the mask. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you…” He instantly picked up on the subtle shift in your body and he gazed down at your face in anticipation of you waking up. All the while, he continued to rub himself on you, dragging his leaky cock across your thighs and watching his juices glisten on you with twisted satisfaction. Once your eyes were open and he had given you a moment to adjust to your surroundings, Elijah leaned over again, his face hovered right above yours with a sweet smile that did not match his current actions. “Good afternoon, sleepyhead…” he murmured into your ear as he lowered a hand between your bodies, slipping it under your underwear before he began to truly start pleasuring you. “You’ve been so good lately, I thought I’d give you a special check-up…” Sitting up again, Elijah’s body shuddered at the sight of you under him. Your eyes heavily lidded, cheeks flushed red, and the thin trickle of drool that escaped through your gagged mouth. “Oh darling… That feels good, doesn’t it…?” he cooed to you, his voice teasing and his hands coaxed you further causing you to jolt. “That’s it… Enjoy it…” he grinned at the sight of you squirming and incoherent noises trying to escape past the makeshift gag. “Oh, look at your pretty little face… Go on… What is it you want to tell me…?” He reached out for the bandage, gently pulling it out and freeing your mouth.

[yaretsblog]

En los brazos de Monterrey nuevo leon México, donde los sueños se entrelazan, mi corazón encuentra consuelo en el amor divino mi amado el amor de mi vida, y sus ojos como estrellas tan brillantes que guían mi camino cada noche.

En los pasillos del aprendizaje, donde fluye la sabiduría y a tu lado crece mi afecto, tu apoyo es un faro brillante y claro en tu presencia, no siento miedo.

Me diste esperanza, una promesa muy hermosa, un futuro donde nuestros corazones se encontrarán en suaves susurros, mis sueños se desarrollarán para ser por siempre tu amado mi hombre.

Porque en tu amor encuentro mi camino en cada día bendito contigo, querido, mi corazón es libre de soñar con todo lo que podemos ser.

Algún día, en los votos entrelazaremos tu mano en la mía, y tu corazón estará conmigo hasta ese día, con amor, esperaré que el destino se desarrolle. @hamdan-fazza @yaretsblog

In the arms of Monterrey Nuevo Leon Mexico, where dreams intertwine, my heart finds comfort in divine love, my beloved, the love of my life, and his eyes like stars so bright that they guide my path every night.

In the halls of learning, where wisdom flows and my affection grows at your side, your support is a bright and clear beacon in your presence, I feel no fear.

You gave me hope, a very beautiful promise, a future where our hearts will meet in soft whispers, my dreams will unfold to forever be your beloved my man.

Because in your love I find my way in each blessed day with you, dear, my heart is free to dream of all that we can be.

Someday, in vows we will intertwine your hand in mine, and your heart will be with me until that day, with love, I will wait for destiny to unfold.

[norteenlinea]

LEON NEON SORPRENDE CON SU NUEVO FLOW LATINO “CARIBE”

http://dlvr.it/SxT29n

[dadapaz]

[1-10-22]

VIDA DEL CANTANTE

Paulo Ezequiel Londra Farías (Córdoba, 12 de abril de 1998)

Es un rapero, cantante y compositor argentino que surgió de las competencias de freestyle de plaza que se celebraban de forma amateu

[anaisspaz]

así me siento mejor✨

[pikachu-3001]

Maldita abusadora, si me ve, me ignora, y si yo lo hago,  es cuando más se enamora

S21

[fxnsblog]

Las canciones de Paulo se me figuran bastante de su signo solar, Aries.

[cosas-que-me-recuerdan-a-ti]

Esto ya no es sano, claro que te extraño, siento que mi vida sin tu amor es un fracaso.

[ivelostmyselfundertheironsea]

+ BONUS:

El pibe sabe que tiene una re jeta, lo disfruta y nos lo hace saber el hdp.

[putellas11]

A/N:  Merry Christmas everyone! 🎁🎄 So happy to participate in the Christmas Writing Challenge alongside such an amazing group of writers. Thank you to @nytb for putting all this together! Check out @nytb’s fic that was posted earlier as well as @redhairedwolfwitch's fic coming out soon!

Small but Meaningful (Mapi Leon x Reader)

You’re not one to make impulsive decisions. It’s crucial to think things through and carefully consider all the pros and cons before making a final verdict. It doesn’t matter if it's deciding on a new job or a new pair of shoes, the process is the same. 

To you, this is completely normal. It’s the way you’ve always been. To others, however, it’s a little extreme. Everyone in your life, at some point or another, has encouraged you to be more spontaneous. To not think things through so much and to just go with the flow. But, they quickly realize that it’s just not in your nature. 

And yet, you managed to fall in love with one of the most impulsive human beings you’ve ever met. Unlike you, María Pilar León rarely gives more than five minutes of thought to any decision. If her heart calls for it, she will do it. Mapi doesn’t fear consequences. She knows she can handle anything and everything that is thrown her way. And that’s why you love her so much.

Her tattoos are a perfect example of this. One night, the two of you are just lying in bed, scrolling through social media and occasionally showing each other a funny video or meme. 

And then all of the sudden, Mapi sits up with a gasp, “me encanta!” 

On her screen is a tattoo design of a skull with an outline of a light bulb. The moment you see it, you know the two of you will be in a tattoo parlour in less than 24 hours. 

And just as you predicted, you’re now sitting next to Mapi as she discusses a few modifications to the design with the artist. Within seconds, Mapi made a decision that can last forever. She liked it, so she’s getting it. For her, it’s that easy.

You’ve thought about getting a tattoo before. The idea initially excites you, but once you really start thinking about it, you end up talking yourself out of it. Although Mapi’s personality and perspective on life have certainly rubbed off on you a little, just the thought of getting a tattoo gives you a headache. 

With the design finalized, Mapi can barely contain her excitement. “Do you like it?” she asks, looking at you with a sparkle in her eye. 

You may never actually get one yourself, but that doesn’t mean you don’t appreciate the beauty of tattoos. Not to mention how hot they look on your girlfriend. 

“I love it, babe.” 

Mapi, satisfied to hear your answer, leans back to allow the artist to apply the stencil to her skin.

“And when will I have the honor of tattooing you, Y/N?” asks the artist, still focused on her work.

Mapi stifles her laughter. She, of all people, knows the chances of you ever getting a tattoo are slim, if non-existent. 

“Por favor, don’t make me laugh,” Mapi shakes her head, a teasing smile on her lips, “I think her brain would short-circuit trying to pick out a tattoo.” 

You nod, in full agreement with Mapi. “Not an exaggeration.”

“You should have seen her last week trying to pick out a new toothbrush. She had like five tabs opened on her phone, just reading review after review.” 

You squint your eyes at Mapi, giving her a little kick. “Hey! It was a big decision and it didn’t even take me that long to decide, anyway.” 

“Remind me again how long it took you?” 

You look down at the floor, feeling a little warmth creeping up behind your neck, “I don’t know,” you mumble, “like 30 minutes.”

Mapi turns to the artist and gives them a clear and obvious, I told you so, look. “You see what I’m dealing with?” 

“I’ll get one, one day…” you say, trying your best to sound confident. 

“Sure you will, baby. Sure you will.” 

You and Mapi may be two very different people, that doesn’t mean you don’t share a few similarities. Like Mapi, you are very competitive. The very few times in your life when you’ve said, fuck it, without thinking of the consequences, have been for the sake of winning. 

“Go ahead, underestimate me. That’ll be fun.”

Mapi, noticing the change in your tone, blows a kiss in your direction. She loves to tease you, but also knows not to push you too much. Unlike so many others in your past, she never wants to make you feel bad for what some might consider a flaw. 

“You could always just be a little one, y’know,” the artist says, working on the lines of the tattoo “and if it means something to you, even better. Small but meaningful.” 

You remain relatively quiet for the remainder of the session, lost in thought. What the artist said resonated with you. 

Small, but meaningful. 

___________

For the first time in years, you don’t have to stress about what to get Mapi for Christmas. She has loved every gift you’ve given her in the past — no matter how simple or expensive the gift. But still, you agonize for months on what to get her. 

Now, just a few days before Christmas, you’ve never been so calm. Of course, Mapi has noticed how out of the ordinary this is for you. 

“Something’s not right,” she says, standing in front of the TV and blocking your view. 

“What do you mean?” 

Mapi looks you up and down, “you’re acting weird.” 

“How am I acting weird?”

“Two days before Christmas and you’re sitting here, watching TV, calm as a cucumber.”

“And what’s so weird about that?” you try to look past Mapi and at the screen, acting oblivious as to what the big deal is. 

Mapi snaps her fingers at you in an attempt to get your attention, “you should be freaking out!” she exclaims. “This is like the most stressful time of year for you. I mean, did you just decide not to get me a gift this year?”

“I already know what I’m getting you, amor” you tell her, brushing her off.

“You do?” 

“Mhmm.”

Mapi squints her eyes at you, one eyebrow slightly perked in suspicion. She knows you have something up your sleeve, but you know she’ll never be able to guess as to exactly what. 

For the next two days, you find Mapi snooping under the bed, in the closet, in every cabinet and every possible hiding spot in the apartment. If you were able to decide on a gift so quickly, it must be a good one. 

Now, sitting together under the Christmas tree, Mapi’s gift is still nowhere in sight. 

“I can’t take this anymore!” she says, tapping her knees impatiently, “come on, stop messing with me and give me my gift.” 

You’re just as excited to show Mapi her gift as she is to receive it. Her impatience is to be understood. This is the first gift you've given her that did not require any second guessing out of fear that she’ll hate it. 

Wanting to draw out the suspense, your movements are slow. Very carefully you tug up the sleeve of your Christmas sweater. Mapi can’t help but lean forward when she sees the reindeer band-aid on your wrist. 

“What happened?” she asks with concern. The gift is suddenly of no interest to her. 

“Go ahead, take it off,” you encourage her. Now only a few seconds away from the reveal, you can’t help the grin spreading across your face.

Mapi delicately pulls on the end of the band-aid until a small, number 4, can be seen. As soon as she sees it, she leans back. A puzzled look on her face. 

“What is that?” she asks, refusing to believe what she's seeing.  

“What do you think it is?” 

Mapi shakes her head, refusing to even believe the possibility. “No, I don't believe you” she says, leaning in again to get a closer look. “It can’t be real.” She wets her finger and tries to wipe away the number, but there it remains. 

“I know I tend to overthink everything and that it drives you crazy sometimes — even though I know you’ll never admit it,” you tug her chin so she’s looking you in the eyes, “but if there’s one thing, I’m hundred percent certain of, it’s you.” 

Mapi melts under your touch. She’s perfectly aware of how big of a decision this was for you and the fact that she’s the inspiration for your first tattoo makes it all that more special.

“I love it,” Mapi gives you a big smile and leans in to give you a soft and tender kiss, “and I love you,” she says against your lips.

Her reaction is everything you hoped for and more. 

“I have so many cool designs to show you!” she says, shaking you side to side with her hands on your shoulders. 

You put up your hand to stop her, “wait, don't you get too excited now.”

But it's too late. Mapi's already reaching for her phone.  

[lunamagicablu]

Ogni anno intorno all’8 agosto (8° mese), il nostro pianeta, il Sole e Sirio si allineano per portarci grande abbondanza.

Il velo tra il regno spirituale e quello fisico si assottiglia, il che consente alla potente energia cosmica di fluire facilmente. Questo è noto come l’attivazione del portale del Leone.

L’Egitto e le sue piramidi sembrano avere una connessione diretta con questo portale. Quando Sirio sorge nel nostro cielo, la Cintura di Orione si allinea direttamente con le Piramidi di Giza. Quando guardiamo in alto, questo allineamento fa sembrare che Sirio si sia avvicinato di più a noi.

Essendo due volte più grande del nostro Sole, Sirio è una potente fonte di energia spirituale. E’ associata alla fertilità e all’abbondanza, ed è quello che riceviamo quando il portale diventa attivo.

Il motivo per cui il portale 8: 8 si chiama “del Leone” è che si verifica quando il Sole transita in Leone. Rappresentando la presenza del Divino nel Sé, l’energia del Leone ci invita ad accedere ai codici di ascensione e alla coscienza superiore che i due corpi solari stanno emettendo.

L’impennata di energia attiva il nostro DNA e il nostro campo energetico. Abbiamo l’opportunità di progredire sul nostro cammino di ascensione mentre Sirio invia i suoi codici di luce sulla nostra strada.

www.spazioazzurro.net

art josh-pierce

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Every year around 8 August (8th month), our planet, the Sun and Sirius align to bring us great abundance.

The veil between the spiritual and physical realms thins, which allows the powerful cosmic energy to flow easily. This is known as the activation of the Leo portal.

Egypt and its pyramids seem to have a direct connection with this portal. When Sirius rises in our sky, the Orion Belt aligns directly with the Pyramids of Giza. When we look up, this alignment makes it appear that Sirius has come closer to us.

Being twice the size of our Sun, Sirius is a powerful source of spiritual energy. It is associated with fertility and abundance, and it is what we receive when the portal becomes active.

The reason the 8: 8 portal is called "Leo's" is that it occurs when the Sun transits into Leo. Representing the presence of the Divine in the Self, the energy of Leo invites us to access the ascension codes and the higher consciousness that the two solar bodies are emitting.

The surge of energy activates our DNA and our energy field. We have the opportunity to progress on our path of ascension as Sirius sends his codes of light on our path.

www.spazioazzurro.net

art josh-pierce