#love them n that representation MMM

[cyndraws]

The besties dancing after a successful heist. Nevermind that one is a detective...

("What side of the law are you on again, Julien?" - Flame probably)

Excuse the mess lol

I used new watercolour markers for this piece from officeworks. Born's 50 pack of dual tip markers and the professional portrait 6 pack.

Theyre also really handy to add colour to my quicker sketches. It really brings them to life.

[gradmacoco]

Not strong enough. | Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

chapter: one

summary: away from home and the chaos of it all, here you can finally let loss and be free, but what if here is just like there, but only worse. And worst of all, it's a guy fucking up your life.... how pathetic could your life get? summary: away from home and the chaos of it all, here you can finally let loss and be free, but what if here is just like there, but only worse. And worst of all, it's a guy fucking up your life.... how pathetic could your life get?

genre: MDNI, college au, angsty and maybe some fluff, fem reader, use of y/n, mention of past violence, drinking, cheating, divorced parents, reader has a younger brother, first daughter troop, Gojo being Gojo, future smut, reader in her head a lot she's been through enough staff give her a break, will add more tags as this progress.

a/n: WOW would you look at that, finally releasing this series^^. Please be nice, this is my first fic and I'll be making this into a series, yippie! I hope it's to your liking, yeah, I mean YOU!

N.B. found the pictures on Pinterest.

word count: mmm forgot to, please forgive me.....

Where should you even begin.......

You never really believed in love after your parents' divorce. call it whatever you want, but seeing the two people who were the representation of what love looks like hate each other, break each other's hearts, and in the process forget how everything they're doing is breaking not only them but you and your brother as well, broke you.

The fights were constant, the cheating got worse, the drinking increased, and in the midst of this all, both parents seemed to have forgotten the children. You had to step up at such a young age and be the mom and dad to your younger brother, and honestly, you tried with whatever a 12-year-old could do at that time, you tried shielding your brother from all those horrible fights and screaming fits, you tried, you really did.

But there was only so much one could do.

. IN THE PRESENT.

''College was the one place youth got to redeem themselves, start anew.'' is what your father said to you on the drive to your student residence. It was the week before classes would start, and your father insisted on driving you there because he wanted to spend 'some time with you'. Being in a 5-hour drive with the old men wasn't your idea of bonding or whatever this is. The guy was way too quiet and said weird dad jokes. OKEY!! The jokes were kind of funny, honestly, you don't know at this point, the men always had a way to make you laugh and cry and hate him and love him........

Ughhhhhhhhhh

Anyway! The point is things got awkward pretty quick, and the atmosphere was so tense you could cut it with a knife. But at the end of it all, you reached your destination and unloaded a batch of your bags, and the old men were generous enough and helped taking your bags up. Before he left, he gave you an awkward hug and...

''y/n, I know......you and me aren't as close as we used to be and the reason for that is me, but please......Please promise me you'll call me whenever you're having a hard time or anything at all, anytime of the day or night, I'll pick up...promise me, please?

This was new, and is he crying? Ooh god, what's wrong now? And what's with the promising him things, he's making this hard for you as always. Why couldn't he just say bye and leave, what's with the overly display of emotions?

What y/n wouldn't say is, what her father was asking from her is what she always wanted, she always wanted him to care, to show emotions, to hug her, but y/n made a wall so high around her emotions that no one could climb them nor break them down, not even she could escape from within them they were solid and unclimbable and that was that. So, she did what she thought she was good at and lied as always.

''......ok dad, I promise I will'' y/n said as she hugged him back, after that whole ordeal, father left and a whole lot of un-packing had to be done.

The week passed so quickly, it was already Monday, and guess what? You had at 7:30, who starts a class at 7:30 MAN? ooh and you know what's the funny part about this, you woke up at 10.......yeah 10! class ended two hours ago, and this was the first day THE FIRST DAY! You seriously need to fix your sleeping schedule you can't go on like this.

With that, you got up and hit the shower, got dressed, and headed to campus, you know that feeling when you go out in public, and the public is there? yep, that's how you feel right now.

''Ooh god, why did I leave my earpads? oh yeah, to interact with people, Pshh! what a joke, as if I'd do that. What was I even thinking?''

''huh? are you talking to me?"

"What? ooh no sorry, I was just.... I wasn't talking to you I'm so sorry about that"

''okey, but like why are you talking to yourself? that's kinda weird if you ask me, and it also kinda makes you look creepy''

''Well, I never asked in the first place, please excuse me''

You said, as you walked past him and headed to your statistics class, OK, maybe murmuring to yourself isn't the brightest idea out there because this blue-eyed freak was looking at you like you just murdered his pet or something, but damn! can't a woman think out loud or something?

You got to the lecture hall and settled for a seat in the middle, the safest choice, honestly, not too much at the back and not too much at the front, just right this way, maybe you won't get picked out or something. Being the center of attention is something you do not need this semester or the next or ever, this way it will cause you less stress and maybe you'll be less anxious.

Gojo's prov

''what the fuck....'' he said as you walked past him, damn where you really pissed by that? it was a damn joke, somebody should get that stick out of your ass, so uptight.

Gojo met up with his friends, Geto, Nanami, and Shoko. and as they talked about different topics, and someway somehow, he ended up bringing up the little interaction he had with you.

''yeah, and after that she just walked away, like come on man I try to be nice for a day and that happens, ughh! never again.''

''Satoru, you do realize you literally called her crazy right? maybe that's what pissed her off.'' said the raven-haired men.

''I'd get pissed too honesty, she's vailed.'' shoko charmed in as she took a drag of her cigarette and passed it on to Nanami. ''either way Satoru you can't expert everyone to be as cherry as you are and she's probably a freshman with how she reacted to you'' shoko added on to that.

''yahhh, makes sense but still, really Satoru?'' Geto asked Gojo because sometimes he wondered how Gojo's mind worked.

''I'd be pissed to, can you imagine seeing Gojo on your first day here'' Nanami added on to that while giving said men a glace and shivering at the thought.

''WHAT! NUMBER ONE, I DID NOT CALL HER CRAZY AND SHOKO WHAT THE HELL, SHE'S NOT VAILED FOR THAT'' Gojo said. ''AND ANYONE WOULD BE VERY PLESSED WITH SEEING THIS FACE FIRST THING IN THE MORNING MY BEAUTY IS UNMATCHED NANAM!!!''

Gojo was always throwing a fit over something as useless as whatever this was, but his friends were used to it. It was kind of the Gojo-package deal that came with him. It's either you get used to it or you don't, either way, he wouldn't change, that's just him.

''Anyway, I got to go, Utahime is waiting for me'' Shoko said as she got up from where she was sitting.

''utahime...why would she be waiting for you?'' Nanami asked as he heard Utahime's name, Nanami thought he was being slick about it, but Shoko could tell that he had a thing for her friend, and she finds it rather funny at how he always asks about her and how he acts around her, it kills her on how utahime hasn't sensed that Nanami has a HUGE crush on her but hey, that's none of her business.

''yeah, I'm meeting up with Uta and she's gonna introduce me to her new roommate, we're probably gonna sit around and do-nothing, bye guys!'' Shoko waved goodbye at the boys, headed straight to where Utahime said they'd meet up.

later on...

Your roommate Utahime got back from her classes with a friend she said she'd introduce you to. Shoko was her name and damn was she pretty.

''Shoko, this is y/n and y/n this is Shoko. I already kind of told you that her name, right? Anyway, yeah y/n is a first-year student,'' Utahime introduced the two girls to one another as she went to the kitchen to grab a couple of drinks for the three of them.

''yes, you did tell me, hey Shoko'' y/n said as she gave Shoko a hug'' it's nice to finally meet you.... you're pretty''

''Well, that's very nice of you, thanks, and it's very nice to meet you too, sorry I couldn't come on Saturday, had a killer headache thought I was gonna die''

Utahime got back from the kitchen and placed the beverages on the coffee table, as she sat on the floor crossing her legs.

''I bet you were out getting drunk with them huh? Shoko, you should really turn it down a notch before your liver gives out on you, you're literally studying medicine, how do you not know about this?'' Looks like Utahime isn't big on that huh.

''You're the last person to be telling me about that, you're the biggest drunk I know, Utahime'' oooh guess I was wrong about that.

''WHAT? I am not a drunk and I stopped drinking a long time ago, I'm cleansing my body, mind, and soul, I'm a changed person''

''ooh please, we both know that won't last at all. You do this every time the year starts, and you've only stopped for like what? four days only'' It looks like they've known each other for some time, that must be nice, I wonder if-

'' y/n....y/n hello! Did you hear what I asked you?'' what did Shoko say?

''no, what was it?''

''I was asking if you're a drinker or not? And what's wrong where's your mind at, girl?'' Shoko asked as she noticed that y/n was kind of daydreaming about something.

''OH, yeah, I do, and I was just thinking about...my dog kinda miss my boy you know'' aaaah there it is the lying, you weren't even thinking about your poor dog, but you couldn't tell her what it is you were exactly thinking of right?

''that's great! since uta has a thing going on, I hope you wouldn't mind coming with me for drinks, right?'' Shoko asked with a gleam in her eyes, hands pressed together as if she was begging you.

''totally, I'd like that, gives me the excuse of actually going somewhere'' you laughed awkwardly

''GREAT!''

Well, Shoko looks happy about that, maybe this will be a good thing. Who knows, you might make some friends.

Nah!

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[banquetwriter]

୨୧ stupid expensive couch ୨୧

pairing: rookie!Leon Kennedy ♡︎fem + AFAB!Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡, not proof read, smut, feeling of abandonment, implied non aftercare, crying after sex (lol), just so much smut lmg

summary: ʚ after hooking up with your best friend once, you two have to finally admit your feelings ɞ

words: 5019

AN: This is a very OOC representation of rookie leon just leave me alone <3, HEAVILY inspired by this audio :>also consent is not specifically asked for in this fic however it’s implied reader and leon have hooked up before and consent and boundaries were set then, neither party was taken advantage of!!

⤾·˚ ༘ ◡̈ ⤾·˚ ༘ ◡̈

“Leon, why aren’t you eating more of your going-away cake?” you mumble through the sheer fullness you felt. Leon's face flushed red from the alcohol, he shakes his head furiously “You can’t keep feeding me this stuff! It has so much sugar in it I swear!” Leon commented pointing to it. “What? Scared you're gonna get fat and they're gonna turn you away at the door? You have to be fit to be a policeman you know.” you mumble, taking yet another sip of your drink. The alcohol seemingly scratches your throat on the way down. “Mmm fuck.” you mumble setting your drink down. 

Leon gives you a fake and dramatic scoff, “I'm not gonna get fat from some horrible “cheese-cake” he mumbles with air quotes. “Hey, what's with the quotes?” you ask, biting your lip slightly and tracing the rim of your glass. “This isn’t cheesecake, y/n! It’s just candy!” he tells you leaning back on your couch. 

Ugh, the couch, your boyfriend- well… ex-boyfriend bought it. It was always the same with you, going after guys who never usually meant much to you. It’s not like you wanted to use them, you just wanted to fall in love! In love with anybody else except for Leon, your best friend in the whole wide world. 

Your best friend was moving to fucking Racoon City for fucks sake. “Whatever Leon, how are you feeling?” you ask through a small giggle, tilting your head to the side. Leon looks up at you, his eyes slowly filling with thoughts. That's always something you have known about him, as expressionless as his face tends to be; you can always see in his eyes what's wrong. Your eye contact only holds for a moment before he looks down at the base of your coffee table. 

He lets out a deep sigh before looking up again, this time not at you. You could see it, he was searching for words. “I'm nervous I mean, they tell me to stay away from the place the week I'm about to start? What does that mean? I’ve already looked it up but I can't find anything online about it.” he rambles, standing up. 

The alcohol must have hit him… you let out a small giggle. “I meant the drinks, Leon,” you say eyes following his pacing. “Oh… well fine then. I’m barely even buzzed,” he says walking back over to the couch and sitting down. You smile looking down, Leon lets out a borderline pornographic moan as he lays back on the couch. “My god Leon!” you exclaim looking at him. 

He lets out a toothy grin, “Hey this couch is very comfortable… are you still paying this thing off?” He asks, sitting back up again, reaching for his drink. You open your mouth to tell him that you did not pay a penny for it and instead your ex-’boyfriend’ bought it for you because he was *going* to move in before you broke up with him. 

Leon doesn’t let you get a word out though, he moves the cup down from his lips and swallows. “Oh wait I forgot your boyfriend bought it for you heh, you little couch princess,” he mumbles the last part into the cup before drinking again. Ah Leon, ever the flirt. “No Leon I didn’t pay for the couch and me and *him* broke up,” you say avoiding his eyes and taking a swig yourself. This was not going to be an easy conversation. 

“Oh..” Leon's voice was quiet as he looked down at the table. No matter how drunk or unexpressive he may be, it was clear to you the disappointment and regret on his face. Your stomach suddenly swirled, maybe you shouldn't have eaten so much of that cheesecake and then used it to soak up alcohol. You quickly set the glass down nervously rubbing your sides. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t know.” He mumbles, gesturing with his hands. “It’s ok Leon, honestly it's been a few months,” you confess, looking at him. You can feel a small anger bubble in him. “Fuck really? You wanna talk about it?” he asks scooting ever so closely. Your heart falls as he shifts forwards. Fuck you thought, booze was liquid confidence. You were feeling very confident, just dizzy. 

“No, not really,” you mumble feeling the heat from his body. He was so warm… I mean in a heated apartment in jeans and a sweatshirt… plus he was probably drunk right now. “You care, Leon?” you ask, a small amount of surprise seeps up through your throat and into your words. His eyebrows furrow. “Yes of course I fucking care. I mean it makes sense you two broke up I mean fuck it's getting pretty late, there are drinks and well he isn’t here you know? I wouldn't be comfortable letting you go have drinks with another guy late at night if we were dating.” he says, moving his elbows to his mid-thighs and using his hands to talk. 

He doesn’t seem to know what he is saying. You two dating, god it sounds like a bad nightmare being desperately in love with your best friend and him joking about dating you. You're not sure what to say, your mouth is drying up. “You couldn't have told me this when we called the other week?” he asks, getting loud. Fuck, no not the calls. The calls you two would spend together with each other for hours, desperately flirting with him even when you were ‘dating’ someone. 

Again you go to open your mouth but just like on the calls you can’t bring yourself to say anything, it would ruin it all. “I knew you weren’t doing in a good place but fuck y/n you don’t tell me anything anymore. I know what you said ok, about us being different after we did what we did but I thought we were still best friends!” he rambles, his alcohol fueling his anger. A raging fire that's been there for some time. 

‘After we did what we did’ are words you never wanted to hear tonight. It hadn't been your fault entirely; it takes two people to tango. But taking your best friend's virginity and then leaving before he even fell asleep after… you felt sick. You hadn't meant for it to happen, you didn’t want it to go down the way it did. You were barely giving him anything as he is near crying from happiness… The L bomb nearly slipped out. 

The memories from that night flooding back to you. Your drunk brain is finally losing the internal battle you fought with yourself. Finally pulling him in for a kiss. Telling him that it would change us. It didn’t seem to matter to him though. It was disappointing, for both of you… You only had the guts to go so far before you backed out.

Jerking him off then telling him you couldn't deal with anymore that night, letting him lay down, and then leaving him in that stupid hotel. You swallowed thickly being brought back to the present. A not-so-innocent Leon looking back at you. “Leon I-” you finally started your voice shaky, “No don’t ‘Leon’ me! Why don’t you tell me anything anymore? For Christ's sake, I didn’t even know you had broken up with your boyfriend. I know that dress y/n… when you get sad you buy things, for yourself or your apartment. If you bought something new you would have worn it tonight, for me but you didn’t. You’re wearing that fucking dress…” he points to you, you look down really it wasn’t anything bold. Very simple in fact. Just a tight black dress with a red streak on the side.

Your face heated up. God, he knew you so well. “I knew something was wrong because I saw all your new apartment decorations y/n, I saw them on the call ok? You would never normally buy this shit. I knew you were struggling and I couldn't bear to ask you if you were ok because I already knew the answer to that question. If I had asked you that question,” he leaned in forward. His breath was laced with sweets and liquor… “You would have lied and told me you were doing fine,” he says almost out of breath.

You were out of words watching him, he had stepped back now going back to his pacing. You bit your lip looking at him, he was waiting for you, To say something, anything you supposed. You couldn't keep disappointing him. “It’s always been the same for me, Leon! What else do you want to hear?” you question trying to ignore the sadness weighing on your chest. 

“Please talk to me y/n! You never talk anymore, you never tell me anything and it makes me wonder��” he starts and you can almost see tears in his eyes. “Wonder?” you ask. “Yes y/n wonder, do you ever talk about me anymore? I know we aren’t in school anymore but you still talk to people from school I know you do!” he almost shouts. God why? Why did he have to know you so well>

“Do you ever mention my name? Does anyone else mention my name? Ask how I am. What do you say y/n? Do you say ‘Oh Leon is doing great he is gonna be a cop!’ Is that what you say knowing you don’t know me anymore?” he asks chest heaving. Fuck he looked so pretty all worked up like this. You couldn't help but think about him like that. It’s how you got into this mess in the first place. 

The truth was you didn’t talk about him with anyone, no one except yourself. You couldn't bear it, saying anything about him that is. You would ruin things if you did. “Did you tell him about me? Your couch-buying boyfriend?” it was clear he was jealous as he always has been. He is a gentle person when he wants to be. Never telling you how when a guy would wrap his arms around you it made him sick. He never said it but you saw it in his eyes, you knew it was true. “Did you tell any of your ‘boyfriends’ about me? Huh? About how you fucked me?” he asks, his voice going quiet. 

His chest fell and rose. His anger flowed out of him. “Leon I’m so-” you try to stand up too, but again his eyes betray him. Guilt floods over his features. “No please I’m sorry I shouldn't have said all that, I know it’s not what you wanted to hear.” His voice was soft, unlike the borderline yelling from his a second ago. “You know I always promise myself I’m never gonna see you again, you know?” he asks, sitting down again. Your heart falls even deeper into your body. 

“I promise myself every time I leave here that this will be the last time. I will leave and never come back until you're marrying some stupid rich guy. Every time I see your name on my phone asking to call my heart fucking sinks. Because you have trapped me, and I can’t get out. I know that I can’t hold myself back when I see you. I will flirt and plead and beg for you even if you don’t see it. God I want you so fucking bad.” he mumbles, burying his face into his hands. 

Your heart is thumping. You're so scared, this is all you have ever wanted. Maybe you didn’t need to be so scared… “It always goes the same way for me, Leon,” you mumble, he peaks up at you moving his fingers from covering his eyes. Your head was spinning with nerves, your brain screaming at you not to tell him what you so desperately wanted to. Your heart was pleading for something else… and for the first time. You listened to your heart.

“I always fall for some stupid guy who turns out isn’t what I want so I freak out and break up with whoever it is. I never like the guys I date because, well I don't want to date them! I want to date you, so badly. No guy can ever replace you. And I’m so sorry I do this to you. This little cat-and-mouse game. I keep pulling you along for shit I know I shouldn't. I’m sorry for ever fucking you in the first place. I should have done it right… you looked so fucking perfect that night. You were just wanting to be loved by me and I screwed it all up. I got scared so I ran. It's what I always do.” you ramble letting your years-long feelings finally seep to the surface. 

Leon was still covering his face with his hands but you can tell by his dreamy eyes that he is happy. Of course, he is. “But I'm trapped too, I ran from you only to run right back. You never want to see me again because of the way I push and pull you.” you sit back down facing him finally. “Flirting with you because I can’t bear to let you go completely yet I can’t commit enough to be with you because I’m so scared. I would do anything to change that night, to give it my all, and love you the way you deserve. But I can’t go back. I can only try and fix what I have done now.” you had started crying. Your face is tear-stained. 

The room went silent minus your occasional sniffles and deep breaths. Leon slowly drops his hands from his face, a very big red blush dusting beautifully on his features. You give a small breathless chuckle licking your lips slightly. The silence seemed like it filled the room. A small tension sewing its way between the two of you. 

“Thank you. For uhh saying that. I thought about that night a lot since it happened. It felt like my dream was coming true but it wasn’t. Jesus, I even cried after you left. You must think I'm so pathetic.”  he mumbles wiping his hands on his face. Your face fell, “I don't think your pathetic Leon.” you say scooting next to him and grabbing his hands. 

His face looking at yours. “I'm so sorry for what I put you through, and you're very brave. I mean fuck, you want to risk your life to help others. You're Not pathetic for crying after I left. Ok?” you spoke in a hushed serious tone. That was a rare occurrence for you and Leon. He just smiled nodding slightly but you weren’t gonna have that. Your hand comes up to his jaw, “Ok?” you ask again, and he gives you a sheepish smile. “Yeah ok,” he mumbles, this Leon contrasted the one from earlier. He was mad or loud and he was happy. 

A tone seemed to have shifted between you too. “Do you think we should try that night over again?” you ask, letting your eye fall into a half-lidded pose. You lean towards him. His eyes widen ever so slightly, you could almost hear his heart rate increase. “What?” he asks. Oh how different this Leon was… so shy and cute. 

You smirk, pushing his arms over his head. You used the pressure your hands had to hoist yourself on his lap. “W-Hat are you doing? Why are you getting on my lap?” he whined, unconsciously bucking his hips as you slid onto him. “Shhh,” you whisper smirking, pressing your finger against his mouth. He gives you the most pathetic look staring up at you.  

You move your finger from his mouth, leaning down. Leon leaned forward, his lips meeting yours. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as a whine left his mouth. Your hand slowly moved to his neck squeezing it just a little. His hands found your hair entangling with his right hand while his left hand gripped your neck.

He was already getting worked up, his dick hardening underneath you. You moved back letting yourself catch your breath. “You told me you play a game of cat and mouse with me right?” he mumbled, biting his baby pink lips. “Good job listening,” you mumble in a condescending tone. Leon's eyes shift to an intense stare. 

“I wouldn't mind if we kept playing… you as the cat and me as the mouse?” he asks, his voice raising in pitch, batting his eyelashes. You smirk, “Yeah I think I can arrange that baby.” you say pushing yourself off of his lap and walking over into your room. Leon smirks watching you walk to your room. 

After a minute has passed you hear Leon’s voice from your living room. “What's taking so long?” you playfully roll your eyes. “Hold tight Leon!” you yell from, chuckling slightly. Leon shifts in his seat with anticipation. He couldn’t wait for whatever you had planned for him. He heard your soft patterns come out of your room and he turned his head. He saw you had a rope in your hand. “When the fuck did you get a rope?” he asks, looking at it. 

Your hand leaves the rope to land a smack across his face. Leon whimpers at the impact, “Fuck I’m sorry, you can tie me up.” he whines out bucking his hips. “Good boy,” you murmur, rubbing your hands against his face. “Can I get naked please?” he asks, trying to give you the most innocent eyes possible.

It seemed to have worked because you started pulling down his pants and boxers. He took this as a yes and took his shirt off. He was now completely bare sitting against the very comfortable couch. “Can I tie you up now?” you ask, admiring his body. “Fuck yeah you can, god I wanna be your whore so badly,” he whined. You raised your eyebrow at his enthusiasm. He put his hands behind his back for you. You push his head down exposing the back of his neck. 

You began tying his hands together and kissing his neck. “Ahh fuck.” he mumbles feeling the fibers burn his wrists. You fist a bit of the hair on the back of his pulling his head back up. You let your fingers trace over his thighs, moving slowly towards Leon’s almost completely rock-hard cock. It was flushed with pink and dripping with pre-cum. 

You leaned down kissing him again finally letting your hand glide up to his cock. Gripping the base of it, Leon moaned into your mouth. You moved your hand painfully slow up and down on his cock. “Fuck please…” he whimpered. You pulled away from him, “Please I need to see you too.” he whined out of breath. 

You pushed his shoulders back so he hit the couch. You slid the dress off your body revealing your entire body. You had decided against wearing panties. Leon’s eyes raked over you. “Fuck I should have known you wouldn’t wear any panties. You knew you were gonna fuck me huh?” he growled looking at you. 

You slapped him again, his blush matching the bright red color on the right side of his face he adored. “Fuuuck,” he mumbled, looking back at you. “Please let me see your fucking pussy.” he whined trying to buck his hips into the air, his cock slapping his tummy. “Yeah, you wanna see my pussy? Yeah?” you asked, leaning down to Leon who was rapidly shaking his head ‘yes’. “Please, please, please Mommy,” he begged, his face bright red.

You sat down right next to him, the pudge of your thighs touching his. You spread your legs apart. Leon gasping at your body. Your left hand moving back to his cock, your right hand moving to your clit. You moved both of your hands gathering your slick occasionally with your right hand. 

Leon was in heaven breathing rapidly watching you pleasure yourself while jerking him off. It was fucking beautiful but this isn’t how he wanted to cum. “Please, let me eat you out…” he whined looking at you. You slowed your ministrations. “You don't wanna cum?” you asked with feigned pity. “I do but..” he whined looking at your fingers knuckle deep in your pussy. “Fuck I want you to use me. I want you to cum first please, god I will do anything.” his voice was exasperated.

Sweat dripped down his face, his lips swollen, cock red and dripping with his arousal. You bite your lip looking at him. “Fuck please oh my god I want you to sit on my face so bad.” he damn near screamed struggling against his ropes and bucking into the air. “Beg,” you murmur. “Please Mommy, you have to let me eat you out. I know you want to come, please let me do it. Fuck! Please please please!!” he was screaming now.

Your hand slapped over his mouth, tears rolling down his cheeks onto your hand. “You can eat me out baby calm down.” you ensure, staring at your sobbing partner. Cue the rapid “Thank yous/ your so good/ use me’s” he was dripping with tears, sweat, and precum. You straddled his head holding just about his face. “Are you sure Le- baby? I don't wanna crush you,” you say, hand rubbing the side of his face. “I WANT you to crush me, sit down please!” he begs trying to lift his head to your aching cunt. 

You managed to keep his head down with your hand. “Ok baby if you're sure,” you murmur, you gently sit down. Your thighs smothering Leon’s face. You feel his tongue start moving in and out of your sopping cunt. You gasp feeling the burning pleasure slowly start building in your lower tummy.

“Leon- fuck.” you let out a whimper, white-knuckling the couch. You couldn't understand most of what Leon was screaming into your cunt but sounded a lot like. “Fuck fuck fuck! God your so cunt is so good. That's it ride my fucking face.” whatever he was saying was vibrating your clit making his tongue feel even better. 

You went to sit up to give him some room to breathe but that was a mistake. “What are you doing, please? Come back I need you to use me like a free-use whore, fuck!” he was screaming again. Next to thrashing around for your cunt again. 

Your hand landed on his cheek bringing him out of his tantrum. His pupils were blown, still gasping for breath. “You need to catch your breath before you get to eat me out again,” you warn. “I don't wanna breathe! Just fuck me!.” he growls. You bring your hand up to his throat squeezing. “Don't be mean you know you want to. I'm just a free dick and mouth for you. You and your beautiful body. I'm just here to please you. I’m just a fucking whore.” he whines at you, wrists burning from the rope. 

“I'm not letting you taste my cunt again, just for that,” you growl, which makes his head spin. He can’t even throw another fit before you make him lay down. “Of course you make me lie down, you know my hands are still tied so I can’t do anything. M just a lil free use toy for my mommy.” he was teasing you…

You straddle his dick, slowly sinking into him. He unintentionally bucks up, dick hitting your cervix. “Ah, fuck I’m sorry I didn't mean to do that.” Leon mumbles and for the first time tonight gave you an earnest look. “Heh, it's ok Leon don't worry. Are you doing ok? Need anything right now?” he was balls deep inside of you and you were asking if needed anything…

Leon could have sworn he would have come just then. “No- no I’m good!” he says adjusting his hips, cock somehow slipping deep inside you. “Good,” you mumble, and you began moving up and down on him. Your hands brought up to your tits groping them.

“You like watching me play with myself on you baby?” you ask, to which he can only feverishly nod ‘yes’. Words have escaped Leon, his edging from earlier coming back in tenfold. “M gonna cum.” he whimpers out in fear. “Don’t wait for me first ok?” you mumble, feeling the coil in your tummy tighten your cunt hungrily absorbing Leon’s cock. “Fuck!” he shouts, wrists almost bleeding from how hard he was pulling them.

Leon’s brain was going completely blank, his neurons only able to produce TV static. “Please momma, you can come on my cock I know you can, fuck! You're so beautiful I can’t take it anymore! Just come Mommy for me please!” Leon begs his voice almost whispering. 

“God your such a good fucking whore Leon,” you mumble, hands white knuckling the couch, bouncing your body up and down. Feeling your coil snap, cunt clenching around his cock. He clenches his jaw watching the most beautiful thing he has ever seen before in his life. Your eyes roll back with fever that makes him dizzy. 

Your head falls back beads of sweat dripping on your face and neck. Cunt swallowing up his dick. Fucking hell he was in heaven. Your orgasm dies down, as you ride yourself through it. You are only able to give Leon a little nod, and he lets his orgasm rip through his body. “Fuck fuck fuck, y/n.” he whimpers, hot cum shooting inside of your cunt. 

Both of you were breathing rapidly, eyes interlocking. “Good job Leon,” you mumble kissing his hairline. Slowly moving off of his dick cum leaking out of you. “Can you sit up for me?” you ask, trying not to let it come spilling off of your thighs. “Y-yeah,” he whispers while sitting up. His back was hot and sweaty. Beads of sweat dripped down. 

You made quick work of the rope taking it off, your stomach turning slightly at the bright red and freshly bruised marks. You kiss his wrists ruffling his hair slightly. He gives you a puppy-like gleam, fuck he was so adorable. “Would you be ok if I left you for a second to clean up?” you asked, cupping his face. 

“Mhm! I’ll be right here heh,” Leon said, you pulled him into a kiss before letting him go to clean yourself up. You went pee and grabbed a towel for him as well as a glass of water. You needed to do this right for him this time. You were going to make sure you never made the same mistake again twice. 

Unfortunately, as you feared when you walked back into the living room Leon didn’t look ok. “Baby? Leon? Should I not have left? Are you ok?” you ask, rushing over to him, setting the water and towel down next to the couch. Leon's face was red but not with a blush but with tears. They prickled at the corners of his eyes, your arms pulling him close to you. A small sob racked through his body, hands covering his face as he fell into your touch. 

“I’m so sorry Leon, I know this has probably been hard for you. I’m so sorry for that. I’m going to do better, I promise nothing we just did was real. It’s all pretend pretty boy. You're not a whore, your safe with me ok? I’m going to work hard to earn your trust ok?” you whisper into his ear, slowly stroking his hair. You know he can hear you, you also know letting him cry might be the best thing right now. 

This no doubt has brought up a lot of feelings for him, and that's ok. “Can you try taking some deep breaths? You don’t have to stop breathing but I need you to breathe ok?” you ask in the softest voice you can muster. You place your hands on his chest. He nods against your thighs, wet tears smearing around. You can feel him calling himself down with the occasional hiccups. “Good job.” you praise kissing the back of his neck. 

You coddled him for a few more minutes before he agreed to let you clean him up a bit. He sat like a kicked puppy on the couch letting you use the soft microfiber towel to clean around his groin and tummy. Holding his cup of water with both of his hands gulping some of it down.

He was quietly staring at your hands to clean him up. “Do you want a bath or a shower?” you ask, setting the towel on the side. “Um, can we have a shower please?” He asks, still feeling off from everything. You take his cup of water, set it down, and help him up to the shower, turning it on at the perfect temperature that nearly melted Leon as he stepped in. 

“I’m sorry for crying, I just got reminded of that night. I felt so alone,” he mumbled, clearly embarrassed. “Hey don’t say sorry for crying I’m sure you felt a lot. Let’s get you clean ok?” he nods, before wrapping his arms around you. “I’m not sure how this is going to work between us but if you want I would love to be your boyfriend.” He whispers into your ear. 

You pull away from the hug hot water dripping down your bodies. “I would love to be with you Leon,” you whisper, kissing him. His hands snake around your waist pulling you flush against him. The two of you melding your bodies together. 

After a very loving shower to contrast the feelings of earlier you two got dressed (you forced Leon into one of your shirts that was too short for him but you certainly didn’t mind. His arms wrapped around you, his nose nuzzling into your neck. His soft snores filled the room. You never wanted to let go of this moment. 

If only you two knew what lay ahead of Leon in Racoon City…

[sluggmuffin]

🎢 - my b I’m on a newsie train right now, maybe blink x latina!reader where she is just scolding some of the newsies in Spanish like children and blink is hopelessly in love

🎢 - send me a scenario and a character of your choice and i'll write a either hcs or a little drabble about them (can be x reader *if it is pls tell me ur preferred pronouns* but it doesn't have to be)!

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Hey nonny thanks sm for the ask! As a Latina I love to see representation!!

(Translations at the end)

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"I love ya" Blink whispered, nuzzling his head into your neck.

"I love ya too-" you started, but stopped hearing a loud thud from the other room.

On the other side of the wall you could hear feet pattering against the creaky wooden floors and little children laughing, before the door burst open and in come a couple of the younger newsies playing tag and running around the beds, tossing pillows at eachother as they do.

"Oye!" You raise your voice, making sure to not yell, but be loud enough so they can hear you. "Si van a jugar esto, deben recoger el cuarto o encontrar otro juego para jugar porque no quiero recoger su desorden." You scold, making the boys stop in their tracks.

"Sorry (y/n), we can find a different game." One of the boys says, as they all slowly start to pick up their mess, before leaving the room and going to find something else to do.

"What was that?" Blink stares at you dumbfounded.

"What was what?" You ask, confused.

"The- the Spanish. Since when could you speak it?"

"Ever since I was little, my mom used to speak it all the time and I picked up on it." You shrugged, straightening out the rest of the room.

"Ya think ya can teach me?" He questions, snaking his arms around your waist and pressing a kiss to your temple.

"Mmm sure."

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Translations:

"Oye" is kind of like saying 'hey!' But not in a 'hello' way like a "listen up" kind of way.

"Si van a jugar esto, deben recoger el cuarto o encontrar otro juego para jugar porque no quiero recoger su desorden." - 'If your going to play this, you need to pick up the room, or find a different game to play, because I don't want to have to pick up your mess"

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So yeah!!

[kozykricket]

crab talk

i absolutely love the crab in terms of cuteness, and if youre voting based purely on vibes and looks, and maybe even representation of a niche crab species? thats great but if you're voting because of the claw, hear me out: (though, perhaps this is more of a critique of mojangs exploration incentives and game design than "don't vote crab" because honestly im absolutely chill with anyone who votes crab, and i prefer it over penguin bc its so cute and crabs are frREAKING AWESOME and desreve to be in minecraft) but if you're someone whos like mmm claw yes reach mm block reach... hear me out.

Should such a broadly applicable & relevant to the most core fundamental part of minecraft... tool, be locked to such a specific, niche biome? or even a specific biome at all? I would be opposed to a reach increase even being locked to plains biomes, honestly. Does mojang think this is like, good exploration-based design? a good incentive? I mean, okay, realistically it won't be that good, and there may even be another way to increase reach added eventually... although that would make the crabs only Practical Use(TM) redundant I just see a lot of flaws with adding something so... related to mining and placing blocks, to a specific place, to be gated behind a weird quirky item. imagine if you had to go to granite caves in terraria to get an extra accessory slot! thats... just kind of a weird incentive? like okay, penguins are in a somewhat niche biome, but what they give you (boat speed) is only really relevant in the place you find them, not in the entirety of the game and armadillos give you something completely unrelated in any way to the savanna, which. is a bit silly, but its irrelevant to a lot of peoples playstyles, so i think its pretty fair to lock something behind it maybe im just not an explorer, and so i dont like certain things being gated to particular biomes, but like. its a practical utility item, which is pretty odd. rant over. vote however you'd like. crabs deserve to be in minecraft. im voting armadillo bc savanna needs redemption after losing the biome vote (im glad it lost the biome vote tho tbh foxes are silly n iconic to modern mc imo)