#leones con flow

[dadapaz]

[belovedcloud]

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?

Crave

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!

➤ WC: 1.55K

➤ 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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[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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[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.

[sillicii]

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

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

ᴀɴʏᴘᴏᴠ | ɴsғᴡ ɪɴᴛʀᴏ | ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ sᴇxᴜᴀʟ 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.

[norteenlinea]

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[hercillamijael]

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Coleridge-Taylor – 4 African Dances, op. 58 (1904) Came across these little pearls while listening to an album of Coleridge-Taylor’s chamber music. Despite the title, the music doesn’t sound like any African music I’ve heard. If anything it feels like it have been written by a French contemporary. But he did say that the second dance’s melody was based off an African folk theme he had heard. Unfortunately, I cannot find what part of Africa the melody is probably from, maybe I would guess Sierra Leone because that is where his father was from. Each dance exploits the violin’s abilities, from long song-like lines, to virtuosic scratching. The first dance has a beautiful flowing melody over soft dissonances, with a second section as a faster revision of the first. It reminds me of the way Liszt wrote some of his Hungarian Rhapsodies, with a slow first half and then an accelerated rhythmic close. The second dance feels like an aria, or a lullaby, with the piano playing gentle rolling chords. Later, the piano takes a melody that plays as a duet against the violin’s song. The third dance has a lively introduction, like a grande waltz. It’s faster than the other songs, but more restrained, and has some notable counterpoint. The last dance starts in the minor, and has a similar texture to the second dance. It has a lighter middle section, before recapping the beginning, and flying into a frantic coda. It would be more appropriate to call these “English” dances, but I assume Coleridge-Taylor wanted remind others that he was an African Englishman, and wanted to evoke a culture that, at the time, was otherwise ignored as being “less” cultured by most Europeans. If in name only. Dances: 1. Allegro 2. Andante molto sostenuto e dolce 3. Allegro con brio 4. Allegro energico

mikrokosmos: Coleridge-Taylor – 4 African Dances, op. 58 (1904) Came across these little pearls while listening to an album of Coleridge-Taylor’s chamber music. Despite the title, the music doesn’t sound like any African music I’ve heard. If anything it feels like it have been written by a French contemporary. But he did say that the…

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Coleridge-Taylor – 4 African Dances, op. 58 (1904) Came across these little pearls while listening to an album of Coleridge-Taylor’s chamber music. Despite the title, the music doesn’t sound like any African music I’ve heard. If anything it feels like it have been written by a French contemporary. But he did say that the second dance’s melody was based off an African folk theme he had heard. Unfortunately, I cannot find what part of Africa the melody is probably from, maybe I would guess Sierra Leone because that is where his father was from. Each dance exploits the violin’s abilities, from long song-like lines, to virtuosic scratching. The first dance has a beautiful flowing melody over soft dissonances, with a second section as a faster revision of the first. It reminds me of the way Liszt wrote some of his Hungarian Rhapsodies, with a slow first half and then an accelerated rhythmic close. The second dance feels like an aria, or a lullaby, with the piano playing gentle rolling chords. Later, the piano takes a melody that plays as a duet against the violin’s song. The third dance has a lively introduction, like a grande waltz. It’s faster than the other songs, but more restrained, and has some notable counterpoint. The last dance starts in the minor, and has a similar texture to the second dance. It has a lighter middle section, before recapping the beginning, and flying into a frantic coda. It would be more appropriate to call these “English” dances, but I assume Coleridge-Taylor wanted remind others that he was an African Englishman, and wanted to evoke a culture that, at the time, was otherwise ignored as being “less” cultured by most Europeans. If in name only. Dances: 1. Allegro 2. Andante molto sostenuto e dolce 3. Allegro con brio 4. Allegro energico

mikrokosmos: Coleridge-Taylor – 4 African Dances, op. 58 (1904) Came across these little pearls while listening to an album of Coleridge-Taylor’s chamber music. Despite the title, the music doesn’t sound like any African music I’ve heard. If anything it feels like it have been written by a French contemporary. But he did say that the…

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Coleridge-Taylor – 4 African Dances, op. 58 (1904) Came across these little pearls while listening to an album of Coleridge-Taylor’s chamber music. Despite the title, the music doesn’t sound like any African music I’ve heard. If anything it feels like it have been written by a French contemporary. But he did say that the second dance’s melody was based off an African folk theme he had heard. Unfortunately, I cannot find what part of Africa the melody is probably from, maybe I would guess Sierra Leone because that is where his father was from. Each dance exploits the violin’s abilities, from long song-like lines, to virtuosic scratching. The first dance has a beautiful flowing melody over soft dissonances, with a second section as a faster revision of the first. It reminds me of the way Liszt wrote some of his Hungarian Rhapsodies, with a slow first half and then an accelerated rhythmic close. The second dance feels like an aria, or a lullaby, with the piano playing gentle rolling chords. Later, the piano takes a melody that plays as a duet against the violin’s song. The third dance has a lively introduction, like a grande waltz. It’s faster than the other songs, but more restrained, and has some notable counterpoint. The last dance starts in the minor, and has a similar texture to the second dance. It has a lighter middle section, before recapping the beginning, and flying into a frantic coda. It would be more appropriate to call these “English” dances, but I assume Coleridge-Taylor wanted remind others that he was an African Englishman, and wanted to evoke a culture that, at the time, was otherwise ignored as being “less” cultured by most Europeans. If in name only. Dances: 1. Allegro 2. Andante molto sostenuto e dolce 3. Allegro con brio 4. Allegro energico

mikrokosmos: Coleridge-Taylor – 4 African Dances, op. 58 (1904) Came across these little pearls while listening to an album of Coleridge-Taylor’s chamber music. Despite the title, the music doesn’t sound like any African music I’ve heard. If anything it feels like it have been written by a French contemporary. But he did say that the…

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Coleridge-Taylor – 4 African Dances, op. 58 (1904) Came across these little pearls while listening to an album of Coleridge-Taylor’s chamber music. Despite the title, the music doesn’t sound like any African music I’ve heard. If anything it feels like it have been written by a French contemporary. But he did say that the second dance’s melody was based off an African folk theme he had heard. Unfortunately, I cannot find what part of Africa the melody is probably from, maybe I would guess Sierra Leone because that is where his father was from. Each dance exploits the violin’s abilities, from long song-like lines, to virtuosic scratching. The first dance has a beautiful flowing melody over soft dissonances, with a second section as a faster revision of the first. It reminds me of the way Liszt wrote some of his Hungarian Rhapsodies, with a slow first half and then an accelerated rhythmic close. The second dance feels like an aria, or a lullaby, with the piano playing gentle rolling chords. Later, the piano takes a melody that plays as a duet against the violin’s song. The third dance has a lively introduction, like a grande waltz. It’s faster than the other songs, but more restrained, and has some notable counterpoint. The last dance starts in the minor, and has a similar texture to the second dance. It has a lighter middle section, before recapping the beginning, and flying into a frantic coda. It would be more appropriate to call these “English” dances, but I assume Coleridge-Taylor wanted remind others that he was an African Englishman, and wanted to evoke a culture that, at the time, was otherwise ignored as being “less” cultured by most Europeans. If in name only. Dances: 1. Allegro 2. Andante molto sostenuto e dolce 3. Allegro con brio 4. Allegro energico

mikrokosmos: Coleridge-Taylor – 4 African Dances, op. 58 (1904) Came across these little pearls while listening to an album of Coleridge-Taylor’s chamber music. Despite the title, the music doesn’t sound like any African music I’ve heard. If anything it feels like it have been written by a French contemporary. But he did say that the…

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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.