#someone sneak around with ashley

[ner0ticmemories]

" .... what? " they were alone.. he invited her to spend time in his car.. at night... oh was it mentioned alone? " i'm sorry... i was distracted. "

[lipglossanon]

Turbo Killer

Real Dad!Leon S. Kennedy x daughter fem!reader (quasi foursome) w/ Dad!Jack Krauser x daughter!Ashley

shoutout to the anon who gave me this idea! It’s all smut so if your here for any plot, you’re looking in the wrong place 🤣

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, INCEST, DEAD DOVE, multiple pairings (slight Ashley x Leon & Krauser x reader before Leon x reader & Krauser x Ashley), fingering, dirty talk, kissing, unprotected sex, creampies

not proofread

title from Turbo Killer by Carpenter Brut

Your dad easily talks you into going up to the cabin for the weekend once he says Jack Krauser and his daughter are tagging along. Having someone else there helps keep your thoughts away from picturing you on your knees for Leon; you’re sure he wouldn’t appreciate the thought even as it makes you wet between the legs. (This messed up train of thought hasn’t stopped occurring since you accidentally walked in on him changing last week). 

Truthfully, after graduating college, you two don’t really see each other as much so it was a surprise he even invited you out for the weekend. To make up for lost time, he told you over the phone. So now, you’re pulling up in front of the family vacation home with your dad’s friend and his daughter parking behind. 

Ashley, Mr. Krauser’s daughter, is bubbly and sweet; she brings you out of your shell in no time even though you haven’t seen each other in years. You’re actually looking forward to this impromptu weekend getaway. Until hours later, you walk into the guest room and see your dad fingering Ashley on the bed. 

“Sorry, baby. You weren’t supposed to see,” his dark blue eyes stare at you, not stopping as he continues to press his fingers inside Ashley’s wet cunt which is bared to the room since her skirt’s flipped up over her hips. 

You don’t know what to say, completely rooted to the spot. Your own pussy throbs as you watch your dad finger your friend. She tries to get him to stop, but he’s pinning her in place, making her take his rough fingerfucking until she cries out. Ashely cums all over Leon’s fingers and he watches you the entire time. 

“Starting without me?” A rough voice rings out behind you. 

A pair of hands sneak around and grope your chest as Mr. Krauser presses against your back. Gasping low in your throat, you watch your dad drop his gaze from your eyes down to your breasts.

“Sorry, she just seemed like she needed it,” Leon smirks, looking up over your shoulder, and Mr. Krauser laughs. 

A calloused hand slides up your skirt and palms your mound. 

“Seems like this chubby little pussy’s soaking wet, sweetheart,” he growls loud enough for your dad to hear. 

“Is that so?” Leon’s stare makes you squirm, “bring her over here, we can share the bed. Right, princess?” he directs the last part to Ashley, who’s still trying to catch her breath.

She only whines in response, making both of them chuckle. 

“Let Jack take care of you, baby,” your dad coos as the other man guides you to the bed. 

In a blur of motion, Jack slips off his clothes before helping you out of your own. Glancing over to the side you watch your dad and Ashley do the same. Seeing Leon completely naked makes your clit pulse with heat. 

“Little pussy’s so wet already,” Jack praises, bending you over the bed and pushing you forward until you're on your hands and knees, mirroring Ashley’s position in front of you. 

“This one too,” Leon groans, “her cunt’s dripping all over the bed.”

You and Ashley whine, fingers tangling together to hold hands as each of your dad’s slide their fat dicks into your holes. 

“Aww look how sweet,” Jack mocks, “holding hands while we rail your sweet little pussies.”

Shuddering, you arch your back deeper, pressing against Jack as he pulls halfway out to thrust back into your cunt. A loud moan from Ashley pulls your attention back to the couple in front of you. 

“God your dad’s so big,” she whimpers, burying her face in the sheets as Leon hammers his cock deep into her pussy, balls slapping against her clit. 

“Yeah?” you mewl, eyes greedily watching as his slick shiny dick pulls out until just the head stretches her cunt open. 

“Yeah,” she repeats, shuddering as he bullies back into her soaked hole, “s’fat cock.”

You moan loudly and your dad’s dark blue eyes cut over to you; his gaze feels like a physical caress as he drags it down your body to see Jack splitting you open on his cock. 

“Your dad feels good, too,” you whimper, eyes fluttering shut as Jack bottoms out again, stretching you open deliciously, “oh god, Mr. Krauser, please.”

You watch as Leon fucks Ashley harder into the mattress, your own pussy fluttering wildly around Jack’s thick length as jealousy burns bright in your chest. You’re unable to stop looking at how his cock thrusts in and out of her wet pussy, the dizzying thought of wishing it were you making you leak more slick around Jack’s dick. 

“You like that?” a gravelly tone murmurs against your ear, “like watching your dad fuck my little girl?”

“Yes sir,” you whimper, knees spreading wider to arch your ass out, tits squished against the mattress as Jack presses his chest down along your back. 

“Bet you wish it was your sweet little cunt he was reaming, huh?” He chuckles meanly and bites your ear, “what a filthy slut, gagging for her daddy’s dick.”

Your loud cry gets muffled as Jack grinds his thick cock into the spongy spot along the front of your pussy while covering your mouth with his broad palm. 

“Be careful with her,” Leon growls out, eyes watching you two. 

Your pussy pulses and clenches around Jack and he groans. 

“Keep talking to’er and she’s gonna fucking cream all over my dick, Leon.”

Your dad grunts, hips losing their rhythm as he pounds into Ashley more roughly. 

“Is that true, sweetheart?”

Eyes rolling back, you squeal behind Jack’s palm as you grow even closer to cumming. 

“Yeah, daddy, you’re g’nna make me cum.”

Leon groans and pulls his cock out, hand tightening around the base so he doesn’t spill too early. 

“Daddy,” Ashley whines high in her throat, “wanna swap.”

Jack and Leon moan almost in unison.

“Swapping sounds good,” Jack grunts, eyes watching his daughter’s tits bounce as Leon fucks into her one last time before pulling out, “c’mon over here, princess, let daddy fill you up.”

Mewling, Ashley crawls forward as Leon grabs your arms to tug you over onto his side.

“Such a hot little cunt,” your dad moans, pushing your thighs up to your chest, “want daddy to split you open, baby?”

“Please, please,” you gasp, eyes rolling back when he smacks his cock down onto your clit, “please, daddy.”

“Fuck,” he bites out, notching the head at your drippy hole before sliding slowly into your snug walls, “fat fucking pussy needs dicked down, huh?”

“Uh huh,” you choke out a whine, “need it so bad.”

Another masculine moan echoes in the air as Ashley squeals. 

“Daddy, s’too deep,” she whimpers, “you’re going to f-fast.”

“But you’re pretty pussy’s taking it so well, princess,” he goads, laughing when he pulls out and bullies his cock back into her soaked cunt, “look at that, my pretty girl’s made for taking her dad’s dick.”

Listening to Jack fuck Ashley sends your arousal spiraling higher. 

“How’s that sweet hole, Leon? Good?” Jack grunts, hips snapping forward to bury himself fully inside his daughter. 

“S’good,” your dad sighs as he slowly thrusts in and out making you clench repeatedly around his fat length, “fuck, better than her mom.”

Jack laughs crudely, “Same here.”

You whimper up at Leon who smiles down at you. 

“My special girl,” he leans forward and kisses you messily, tongue licking into your panting mouth. 

You lose yourself to your dad’s tongue filled kisses as he grinds himself deeper into your cunt, leaking tip kissing your cervix and making you clamp down on him. The loud slap of skin meeting skin fades to white noise as you strain to listen to the little grunts and moans slipping from Leon’s mouth. 

Every now and then the squeals and whines from Ashley or low rumbling grunts from Jack will pull your attention, but it’s few and far between with the way your dad is rearranging your guts. 

“Daddy, ‘m close,” you whisper, tears beading your lash line as he rubs against your g-spot over and over again, “‘m so close.”

 “You’re gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna cream daddy’s cock and show’em how much you love this?” He croons nastily, fingers coming down to press against your clit, “gonna let daddy breed your soft little pussy?”

You head thrashes, hips bucking wildly before he presses down on your waist with his free hand to pin you down on the bed. 

“Tell me, sweetheart,” his voice hardens, “say it.”

“Want daddy to breed me,” you gasp out like it hurts to say, “want you to breed my pussy.”

A throaty groan slips out and he circles your clit with quick firm swipes of his fingers. 

“Of course, baby,” he smiles, all faux sweetness that sticks to your tongue like rotten honey, “daddy only wants to make you happy.”

Your pussy flutters and clenches around him as he continues to tease your swollen clit. Ashley’s moaning has you twisting your body so you can look back at her and Mr. Krauser. Jack has his daughter bent in a full nelson now, cock pistoning up into her cunt as slick drips all down her thighs and his balls. 

“Daddy, feels so good,” her toes curl as her eyes flutter, “love it so much.”

You watch her breasts bounce, nipples hard, while Jack hammers up into her sopping wet hole. She whimpers and tosses her head back against his shoulder and he growls down at her. 

“Looks fun,” Leon whispers against your ear, grabbing your attention back, “wanna try that next? After daddy stuffs your sweet little cunny.”

Body shuddering, the band of arousal tightens a fraction more as he pinches your clit and fucks into your pussy. 

“D-don’t call it that,” you plead, tears slipping from the corner of your eyes.

“Hmm? Don’t like cunny, sweetheart? Only like when I call it your pussy?” He laughs mockingly, “don’t think it matters. I’ll call it what I want since I own it. This is daddy’s little hole.”

More slick gushes around his cock and he laughs harder, hips rabbiting into your squelching heat as you cry, feeling too much but not enough— the need to cum overwhelming in its intensity. 

“The first time, I wanna watch your face as you cum around my cock,” he kisses the apple of your cheek, dichotomic from the harsh way he bullies his cock into your cunt.  

He pulls back to spit on the hood of your clit, fingers smearing it across the pudgy bundle of nerves until you’re keening high in your throat. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you pant, gaze trapped on his, “fuck, daddy, you’re gonna make me cum.” 

A few more grinding thrusts rubbing against the spongy spot at the front of your cunt paired with his slippery fingers on your sensitive clit is enough to push you over the edge, the band of arousal snapping and letting your orgasm overtake your senses. 

“That’s it, squeeze my cock, sweetheart,” he murmurs down at your twitching body, “daddy’s so close to breeding your hot little cunt.”

Your pussy clenches and pulses around his cock as he thrusts forward, never fully leaving your hole until he buries himself balls deep. With a low groan, he pumps his thick load into your cunt, walls milking him as thick spurts of cum fill your pussy until it’s leaking out around his dick. 

“Damn, haven’t nutted that hard in years,” he kisses you sloppily on the lips, “my sweet daughter’s got the kinda pussy that’s made for daddy’s creampies, huh?”

With another low chuckle, he pulls out with a loud squelch, hissing as his half hard cock rests on your mound, smearing creamy spend all over your pussy lips. He presses you down into the bed with his body as he kisses you, biting your bottom lip before drooling a line of spit into your open mouth. 

“Drink up,” he pats your cheek, “daddy likes it when girls swallow.”

Goosebumps break out across your skin, sucking Leon’s tongue into your mouth and swallowing the spit he gives you. Jack’s low groan pulls your dad’s gaze and in turn yours; he has Ashley on her back, cock buried in her pussy as she digs her nails into his shoulders. 

“Cumming, princess,” his hands flex on her thighs as he bucks against her, “take it, take it.”

With a low whine, Ashley scratches down Jack’s chest, “Feel so full, daddy. I’m g’nna cum again.”

Leon continues to kiss down your neck, biting and sucking the skin while you watch Ashley cum on her dad’s dick as he pumps her full of his load. When Jack pulls out, his cock’s covered with a mix of cum and slick, making your own pussy flutter around nothing. Your dad’s hot mouth suckles a hard nipple as he pinches the other making you cry out, drawing the attention of the other two. 

“Round two?” Jack asks, scarred face grinning as he gestures down to his half hard cock. 

Leon hums and raises up to face him, “Sure, but I’m using this little pussy all night.”

“We can swap some other time,” Mr. Krauser grins at him, smacking his cock down onto his daughter’s messy cunt, “I’m happy with this for now.”

Leon grins in return, “Me too.”

divider: @/firefly-graphics

[plutoswritingplanet]

Vicarious (Homelander x Female!Reader) pt.2

a/n: at my young, spry age, writing a twitter thread felt like "how do you do fellow kids", y'all better appreciate the sacrifice, Cross-Posted on AO3

Warnings: General Creepy Behavior, Plus Sized Reader, my inability to write a press conference yeehaw

Summary: First time in front of the cameras, you try to embrace your new persona... For better or worse

Vicarious Masterlist

This isn't you. You're not here.

The face staring back at you from the mirror might have some resemblance, but the heavy, over the top makeup distorts your features in a way, that makes you almost unrecognizable. The moment you've signed that contract, someone took your soul straight out of your body, containing it in a box, far from your reach. Sometimes you can almost feel it, the real you, like a ghost passing through a room. The Smirnoff you've carefully crafted over the years. She's in the way you walk, shoulders hunched, like you're carrying the weight of the world on them. In the heavy feeling of cigarette smoke, settling into your lungs after a rough day.

In the shower, you can almost hear her as well. Your voice is off-key, low, and doesn't seem to remember half the words, but it's much more genuine than the chirpy, lobotomized tone they commanded you to talk in. Media training was pure hell. It only lasted an hour, as your schedule appeared to be pretty tight, but the way Ashley spoke to you, with an air of patronizing authority, made you grit your teeth at the mere memory.

This body, soft and pliable, stuffed crudely into a corset that dug itself into your skin, like it was trying to force you to fit a mold. Those exposed, fishnet clad legs, were not yours as well. They were surely someone else's. Yours were hidden under all those flowery long skirts you've gathered over the years, so proud of your thrifted collection, which is now gathering dust back home. That's where you left the box with your soul, stacked it away under flowy linens and music sheets from your lessons. 

You ponder over this feeling. This complete separation from your body. Perhaps this was your true superpower. And then your phone alarm goes off, and everything is shoved down, as your platform boots... No... Fireball's platform boots, carry you out of your room and down the corridor. 

Homelander is already waiting for you, his stature imposing, looming  over a crowd of backstage workers, as they clean off any imperfections before the press conference. His eyes snap towards you, the moment you step into the room, and you swallow thickly, remembering your last, admittedly, very fucking weird interaction. Ashley flashes past you, giving you a quick once over, seemingly satisfied with your look. It's hard to tell really, she always seems to find some flaw that needs to be corrected.

- Did you read the talking points? - she asks, her eyes flickering between you, and her tablet.

- Mhm... - too low, you think, adjusting the tone of your voice slightly.

There's a lot of people, more than what you're used to. Moving past the red-head, you sneak a peak behind the heavy curtain, separating you from the reporters chattering outside. What you see, does nothing to calm your nerves, as your eyes scan over a crowd of smart dressed people, the microphones, the cameras. 

Perhaps, just perhaps, you've bitten off more than you can chew. 

- Nervous? - a familiar voice says to your side, and you pull back, like you've been caught with your hand in the cookie jar.

Homelander looks almost exactly how you remember, when you saw him the first time. When he tried to convince you, he's every bit the perfect person from his movies. There's a charming smile plastered on his face, and he holds himself with an air of heroic otherworldliness, not a trace of the creepy, leering supe you've come to know. Your eyebrows furrow, but you decide to play along. You're not alone here, there's constant buzzing of surveilence around you, after all.

- Very much, yeah - you admit, sincerely, throwing a cautious look towards the podium.

He laughs in a weirdly boyish manner. You imagine, this is how a Ken doll would laugh, if it was alive. His hand reaches up, grabbing your shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze. His touch feels like needles on your skin, but you smile nonetheless. Cameras, remember the cameras. There are people all around you, and as such, someone is surely watching.

- Don't worry, you'll do great - he announces, then leans forward, until his face stops mere inches from your ear, making your body freeze up at the proximity - Don't even think about embarrassing me out there. No outbursts, no remarks, just keep on smiling and be the fucking mascot they hired you to be.

Okay, ouch. He leans back, his expression never changing from that same, bright smile. You blink up at him a couple of times. It's honestly impressing, how he keeps up the appearance of a perfect, selfless hero. 

- Fucking hell, okay...

This time, the squeeze is anything but comforting, and you can feel all of his fingers dig into the meat of your shoulder. 

- Language - he scolds you with a pointed finger, and to anyone standing on the outside, the gesture might seem endearing.

You know the truth however, and it takes a lot of strength out of you, not to flip him off. It seems he's taking the role of a mentor a bit too seriously. Or perhaps, he's just a patronizing asshole. As you watch his plastic smile, you're more and more inclined to believe the second option.

Still, there is something grounding in the way he holds you close, his hand steering you towards the curtain, and as it leaves your shoulder, you find yourself feeling conflicted. Especially now, since the announcer is saying your name to the sound of moderate applause, which intensifies as soon as the curtain moves to the side, exposing you, and Homelander to the hungry eyes of the reporters. 

You knees start to wobble, as you're suddenly confronted with the reality of the flashing cameras, the lights, the voices. Your heart beats out of your chest, anxiety slowly but surely overtaking your body, and not knowing any other alternative, your hand reaches out in a gesture bordering on desperation.

Homelander flinches, when your fingers grab onto the material of his glove. His eyes flicker towards you for just a moment, taking in the rapidity of your pulse, thrumming through your veins. The shortness of breath, as your nails bite into the custom made leather. Your eyes are locked onto the reporters, and your body seems to be stuck in an awkward pose, in-between steps. Out of all the things, that could frighten you in your, frankly, hopeless situation, crowds were an unexpected turn of events. 

So much for the strong, independent whatever. Homelander lets your hand linger for just a moment, if only to amuse himself further, before he steps forward to the podium, adjusting the microphone to his height. Your fingers curl around air, and you force your back to straighten. 

- Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you all for coming - his voice booms through the conference room, and he takes a small pause, letting the applause subside - As you've probably been informed, I'm here to announce a very special, new member of The Seven. She'll be joining the team on a temporary basis, as a replacement for Lamplighter.

Shit. You swallow thickly, and Homelander's smirk grows into something sharper at the sound, hidden from everyone else but himself. 

- I give you, Fireball!

He turns to you with a flourish, inviting you to step towards the podium. Your eyes flicker towards his, and he gives you a pointed look, that makes your heart sink to the floor. Here you are, presented to the wolves by a much worse monster. Deep breaths, remember that fated hour of media training. There's a role to play, after all.

This isn't you. You're not here. 

A bright, practiced smile floats onto your features, and finally you take a step forward, your hands curling into tight fists at your sides. You can feel the texture of your matte lipstic pull at your lips, the high-end eyeliner sticking the corners of your eyes together. The reporters clap politely, and you try to focus on a point above their heads, like they taught you in high school. The last time you've been in front of such a crowd, was when your friend roped you into taking part in a student reedition of Heathers. A fucking miserable affair.

 You're a little bit too quiet, for a little bit too long, and Homelander bristles out of the corner of your eye. You can see his chest expand, as he inhales deeply. Then, he moves in front of you, standing closer to the microphone, and intentionally or not, saving you from all the curious looks. You take a moment to gather your bearings, closing your eyes for just a second.

- Now, we have limited time for questions, so let's keep it simple - he announces, scanning the crowd of raised hands. - Gentleman in the back?

- Hi, John Douglas VNN. A question for Fireball?

Homelander turns to you with that same, plastic smile, and you nod, trying to convince yourself, more than him, that you're ready to speak. He moves aside, just enough to make a sliver of space for you in front of the microphone, and you step up with a sigh. 

- Hey, what's up? - there's a tremble to your voice, which you try to swallow down. 

- I think we're all surprised by you joining The Seven - the man comments with a smirk - Can you tell us some more about the recruitment process?

You take a deep breath, imagine your friend in front of you, and lean against the podium with a lazy smile. You're not here, after all. This isn't you.

- Well, a video of me, helping out during a house fire went viral, and soon enough Vaught has offered me a temporary partnership. - there's a playful tilt to your words, and you can already see all the comments pouring in - Besides, y'all have seen the contract.

There's a murmur of sheepish laughter rolling over the conference room, and you swallow thickly, trying to fight off the dryness in your throat.

- Here, at the front? - Homelander cuts in, leaning closer as he speaks to the microphone. 

Absent-mindedly, you note he smells very, almost obscenely expensive, and your nose crinkles slightly as you take a breath. 

- Mileena Johnson, News Nation - a woman in a tasteful costume stands up - Given this sudden interest from Vaught, is it safe to assume you're not used to all this?

She looks around the room, then back to you and mirrors your smile, flashing her perfectly white teeth. With a sardonic expression, you lean towards the microphone again, some unknown, mischievous note entering your voice.

- Oh, yeah! - you confirm - I'm a media virgin, through and through.

There's a strangled sound of multiple people laughing, some reporters clearly thrilled by the joke, others shaking their head disapprovingly. There's a large portion just staring at you, and you fight off the urge to cringe at your own words. Then, there's a small noise, somewhere next to you, and pushed by curiosity, you look over at Homelander. He looks conflicted between keeping up the smile, and stepping in, eventually opting to lean back, his eyes shifting between you and the reporters with a hint of curiosity hidden behind them. 

And then he moves, shifting ever so slightly behind you, his hand finding purchase on the lower part of your back, his fingertips drumming lightly against the zipper. Your back straightens like a guitar string, a shiver of something running up your spine. With his free hand, he points towards another reporter, who stands up and introduces himself politely. 

It's hard for you to focus.

- How, in your opinion, an addition of such a young Hero will affect the team?

Homelander's hand climbs higher, towards the edge of your corset. You can feel his gloved fingertips dance across the stitching. 

- I'll do everything in my power to help the Seven fight for peace - you answer, voice slightly choked up, but your expression remains impassive.

- That's right! - Homelander chimes in, suddenly much more animated - Such a young, fresh, addition will surely motivate us to push ourselves even harder.

Another reporter raises her hand, and you're starting to scream internally, as Homelander's gloved hand abandons your corset in favor of running up your bare skin. Your smile falters for just a second, as he grabs onto the back of your neck, squeezing a few times, before letting his hand rest under your hair. 

- Something for the tabloids? - the reporter announces - I have to say, the both of you look great together, and since Homelander's recent breakup with Queen Meave, we're wondering, what exactly is the relationship between the two of you?

Fuck, fuckitty fuck fuck fuck, your brain scrambles for a proper response. That was not included in the talking points. Although eventual shipping was expected, you were aware of the culture, you though it would take some time for the thing to sail away. Unfortunately, the reporter blinks expectantly, and the longer you stay silent, the worse the rumors will undoubtedly get. Out of the corner of your eye, you can already see Homelander lean towards the mic, and knowing deep in your bones, that whatever he says, will be humiliating, you lurch forwards. 

- We're coworkers. He's my mentor, I'm his student. Do with that, what y'all want.

- Right, is there a chance that a romance may bloom? - the reporter pushes further, adjusting her glasses on her nose.

- I met him yesterday, y'all - you comment with an exasperated sigh, and force yourself to ignore the way Homelander's finger tangles itself into the hair growing at the base of your skull.

The reporter laughs and sits down, and this time you can't stop the sigh of relief from escaping your lips. Another hand shoots up in the back of the room, and Homelander points to it over your shoulder. A man in his thirties stands up, and even blinded by the reflectors, you can see the cocky smirk on his face. 

- I've seen the video - he starts, a flippant tone entering his voice - And I couldn't help but wonder, how did Vaught even let someone so inexperienced into the Tower?

It's quiet, dozens of eyes flicker nervously between you and Homelander, and his hand stills at your back. You're not here. This isn't you. And so, lips pulled back into a mean bastardization of a bright smile, you lean heavily on the podium, letting it all, proverbially, hang out.

- I flashed the doorman.

You don't have to have a degree in media analysis to notice the sudden uptake in flashing lights. Homelander's hand falls from your back in a languid motion, the leather of his glove dragging itself down your spine, before he moves, and takes up the entirety of space in front of the podium.

- And on that - he pauses, and pretends to look back at you, too lazy to actually commit to the bit - thrilling note, I'm afraid that's all the time we have for today. Thank you all for coming. God bless you all!

You wave a half assed goodbye to all the gathered people, and before anyone can say anything else, you turn on your heel and walk back towards a very pissed-off-looking Ashley. The white light of her tablet is illuminating her scowl, and involuntarily, you groan. 

- What the fuck was that? - she asks, before you get one word out - Freezing up like an idiot? Making stupid fucking jokes? 

Homelander enters soon after you, his expression unreadable. He stands in the back, arms crossed in front of his chest, observing your interaction with Ashley. Seemingly pondering over something. His inaction, somehow, makes flames of irritation rise inside your gut, and you direct your anger towards the red-headed woman.

- Stillwell is going to have my fucking head - Ashley lamments, eyes locked onto her tablet - This will be horrible for your ratings, not to mention Homelander's.

With a roll of your eyes, you step closer, grabbing the hardware and consequently, forcing her to look up at you.

- Oh yeah? - there's a note of bravery entering your voice, and Homelander's eyebrow shoots upwards - Check fucking Twitter.

For just a second, Ashley hesitates, blinking at you owlishly. Then, she taps away at the tablet, her features illuminated with blue. Homelander's hashtag is trending, as expected, but you can see your given Hero name right under it. The third hashtag makes you smirk. Ashley starts reading out loud.

"Have y'all seen that interaction between #Homelander and #Fireball?" 

There's a video, couple seconds long, where you can see yourself, frozen with nerves backstage, Homelander leaning over your form. From afar, it looks comforting, cute even. You smirk. It cuts to the moment his hand sneaked up your back. Even to you, the gesture looks like a show of support, although you're sure some groups of people will run with the romance storyline.

"I have an anxiety disorder, and #Fireball is showing clear signs of an anxiety attack"

"No media training seen in the room #iconic"

"Aww, look at #Homelander comforting her, they're so cute together"

"Did we collectively forget what he said during that graduation speech?"

"Let's normalize people learning and growing"

"It's honestly heartwarming, seeing someone with mental health problems in The Seven, I finally feel represented"

"And can we talk about how #Homelander handled the situation? Truly, #AmericasGreatestHero"

"#MentalHealthKing"

It's quiet on set for a long moment, as both Ashley and Homelander seem to take in this one Twitter thread, among many similar ones. You, holding in laughter to the best of your abilities, wait patiently, until Ashley finally looks up at you.

- I know, why I'm here - you tell her, and something passes across her features.

She clears her throat, swiping on her tablet.

- You have training with Black Noir in an hour - she informs you, her voice back to that professional, emotionless tone - We'll get some footage of it out to the public, so try to behave. 

- Yes Ma'am - you smile, and once again, she gives you a strange look, before turning on her heels, and walking away, a satisfied lightness to her steps.

It's only you and Homelander left backstage, and as you turn to face him, he's already looking at you with an appraising gaze. Despite yourself, despite his borderline creepy behavior, and the threats, and the touches, you can't help, but smile. It starts off slow, a small smirk pulling at the corners of your mouth, but soon after that, all your teeth are on display. Because fuck it, you're proud of yourself, and for the first time since you've met him, Homelander doesn't look at you like you're a cut of meat on a bucther's rack. 

- That went so much better, than I expected - you breathe out, and he nods. 

- It sure was something - he says, leaning on a nearby pillar.

You bark a short laugh at his admission, the adrenaline from your first real encounter with the press, keeping you on a high you were not expecting. There's buzzing at the end of your fingertips, and you shake your hands, trying to dispell some of the energy. 

- Oh, I was ready to shit myself - you huff, shaking your head.

Homelander sucks on his teeth, his eyebrow shooting up.

- Language. - he reminds you, and you put up your hands in mock surrender.

It's easy, riding the wave of your newly found success. As such, you ignore the way his eyes glide all over your body, stopping rather obscenely at your chest. You pretend not to notice, the way his hands twitch at his sides, and you definitely don't see the tightness in his lower area. No, all of it doesn't matter, because you've proven your worth, not as much to Homelander, but to the company, and fuck, if it didn't feel good. 

Your enthusiasm turns to ashes in your mouth, as Homelander leans forward, invading your personal space like it wasn't yours to begin with. There's a glint of barely masked anger in his eyes, the blue of his irises getting swallowed by a dangerous, red sheen. Not enough to hurt anyone, but enough to let you know, you're on thin ice. Which confuses you beyond belief, because up until this point, you thought everything went peachy.

A gloved hand sneaks up, towards you chin, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough, you can imagine them chipping the bones underneath. 

- Next time - he seethes through gritted teeth - Keep your fucking mouth in check, or I'll find a better use for it.

Oh, that's new. Your soul leaves your body once again, the box locking it away with a click, that sounds like thunder in your ears. Homelander frowns, as if he can see the change happen right before his eyes. And perhaps, even through the fog of anger, he's perceptive enough. His posture falters slightly, as you take a step in his direction, or, more likely, Fireball does. 

- Why wait, I'm standing right here - the challenging note in your voice surprises both of you.

He blinks. You blink. And then, his face changes completely. The authoritarian expression of anger melts away into something you'd never expect. An almost childish sort of giddiness enters his eyes, and if you were yourself, not Fireball, you would've found the sparkling blue of his eyes enchanting. Terrifying, but impossible to look away. You should be thankful for this separation, it is surely saving your sanity. 

Before he can act out whatever his twisted, blonde mind conjured up, you slip past him like smoke out the window, your platform boots clicking against the floor. It doesn't matter, none of it matters. This isn't you after all. You're not here. 

It's long past her working hours, when Stillwelll finally has the time to sit down and unwind. Her phone screen reflects in the lenses of her reading glasses, a recognizable, Twitter-blue illuminating her features. Her eyes scan the site for a moment, and then, suddenly, her hand comes up to cover her mouth. 

There it is. A picture of her best project to date. You're standing awkwardly, shoulders tense, a sheen of sweat on your forehead mingling with a foundation, that's worth more than your entire wardrobe back home. Homelander's hand is holding you securely, fingers splayed at the skin of your back. And above the picture... "#MentalHealthKing" 

Stillwell laughs, quietly but sincerely. Who would've thought.

[love-toxin]

re4remake leon got me acting like a WHORE. i want that man carnally.

(cws: the nasty, coming home sex, barely teetering on the edge of obsessive!leon, gn!pov)

ok but re4make Leon gets me extra hard bc he's in that stage where if someone comes on to him/asks about his lovelife he just grins and tells them he's got the prettiest little thing waiting for him back home, he mentions you by name every so often and recounts a story or two now and again to Ashley or Luis while they're venturing around bc usually he's thinking of you when he's not occupied with the mission. so people get this image of you as this little angel that could do no wrong and is absolutely the purest thing alive, it's adorable even when one of them sneaks a look at his wallet to see his photo of you/it gets taken or falls out of his pocket, and how annoyed and possessive he gets as he fights to get it back--Leon's obviously whipped, so he must treat you like an absolute princess or prince or just plain royalty. even Ada's jealousy is a little palpable when he mentions your name bc you know he's dodging her advances like the plague out of pure respect and devotion to you.

but then he goes home to you and just absolutely goes feral on your poor body--I'm talking barely a hello on his way in, slamming the door shut, throwing you on the bed and moaning an "I missed you so damn much" into your mouth as he starts tearing off your clothes and his. he just totally takes you to the cleaners and doesn't let go of you long enough even to breathe; he's constantly losing air and having to pant to catch his breath in between kisses, but dives right back in because he just can't get close enough. you have no idea just how bad he missed you, how many times he wanted to just say fuck it to the mission and come right back home to you--but you'll get a picture of it once he's folding your legs back and straining to fit his cock as deep as he can go, his mumbling filthy and downright obsessive as he comments on how tight you are and how he knows you haven't been looking for someone else in his absence--"you're such a good partner, you know that? you're the most loyal and you deserve the world and I never want anyone else but you. how can you be so sweet and fuck me so good too? you're perfect. you're my perfect angel and you're mine for as long as you live."

and even when he's cumming and has his forehead pressed to yours, sweaty and chest heaving as he plants his hips firm and makes you take every warm, thick shot he has for you, Leon doesn't slow down as the afterglow sets in and pulls out only so he can spread you apart with his fingers and watch his cum leak out of you. he's strong, he knows he can give you more, more to the point of making you pass out where you lay. but to see you have no qualms about that and pull on his shoulders to tug him back up, for you to peck him on his kiss-swollen lips and ask him if he can remind you one more time of how dearly you were missed--Leon couldn't be more in love. the sex is always great and he always misses it when he's away, but nothing compares to how sincerely he adores you in the purest way, and how lost he knows he would be if he could never come back to you like this.

he meant what he said; you're his forever, and nothing short of hell swallowing up the world will ever break him apart from you. hell, even then, he'd find a way to get back to you--if he can survive RC, Plagas, and every other shit thing that's happened in his short life just to survive, then he can battle an apocalypse for the sake of someone he dreams every night of waking up next to.

[coff-in]

Okie so I was thinking about requesting for a while but never stuck with an idea. Maybe something with a reader who has been neighbors with the graves since they lived in the apartments. Like they’re a tad younger than Ashley (about two years) and looks up to the both of them like they’re older siblings and follows them around like a lost puppy. Like reader’s parents would want them to make friends with other kids but they refuse because “I want Leyley and Andy:(“ . They’re a little too touchy during childhood to both siblings, and it might bother Andrew and Ashley (Ashley a little more than Andrew lol) but eventually the neighbor mellows out. They’re still sweet and kind to those around them but they’re not as physically touchy and trying to talk to other people. Like, reader explains they can’t make it to a hangout cause they made plans with other people and the Graves siblings are like “Wait, this isn’t how it’s supposed to go-“ And now they unconsciously try to do anything to get reader to stay with them and isolate them from others. Like taking any opportunity to get what they want. Andrew’s sick? How about you skip your date to help him out? Their parents are gone for a while? Sleepover time! Just like we used to do when we were little! Oh you can’t find you’re sleeping bag and it’s conveniently colder than Antarctica? Cuddle time! You’re now stuck between two attractive goth siblings. And you’re not gonna ever leave. Ever.

notes from coff-in: i feel it in my heart (and in my delusional head) that ashley would constantly sneak over to [reader]'s place to hang out with them. and if ashley's going then andrew has to follow her to make sure she doesn't cause any trouble.

[gender neutral] reader-insert

[reader] following around leyley and andy put put her very on edge. why the fuck are you following them around?! are you trying to steal andy's gaze, you fucking floozy? go away! back off! andy's is hers!! it would take befriending leyley first before you can actually hang out with them both, and befriending leyley can take a lot. she's whiny, and clingy, and pushes and pulls [reader] away and close all the time. like an ocean of insecurity... but they're finally able to safely traverse her waves.

andy appreciates [reader]'s patience. he's also happy that ashley was able to make a genuine friend. they both found [reader]'s fixation on them weird, like go hang out with someone else already! but eventually [reader]'s unstoppable force clashed with them, the unmovable objects, and they were able to be friends. best friends, even! with friendship bracelets, sleepovers, going out to parks or streets together; honestly three peas in a pod.

other people think you're weird for hanging out with the graves siblings as much as you do. some girls talk [reader] being so brave to touch andrew so brazenly with ashley around. it's not too much of a big deal- i mean, you can't touch him for too long without giving ashley some attention too :3

and then [reader] gets older, they notice how distant they get. sure, school can be pretty hectic and busy but surely you would still have time for them, right? why aren't you coming over as much? sure, their mom isn't the most welcoming... but they can still come over to your place! oh... you're busy studying... and tomorrow you'll be out with other friends... well, they can join you! problem solved :)

ashley throws a fucking tantrum over [reader] having other friends. what do you mean you have other friends?! are you leaving them?! you can't do that! you chose them! they chose you! ashley's spreading rumors and fighting harlots in the parking lot in order for you to stay close to them. andrew is less... obvious about it? he offers to do your work (he's done it before for ashley) in exchange for you to hang out with them. simple, right? he's not asking much and you get guaranteed passing grades in return. just snuggle up next to them while you watch a movie together... simple.

they really don't know why you'd throw this away for other people.

-----

coff-in

[hispg]

Between royalty and vows

Pairings: Prince! Leon x Fem! Reader

Summary: A forced marriage, a fate set in stone, nothing could change that.

In the world of royalty, there were no choices, only obligations to fulfill. What you didn't expect was to become engaged to a renowned prince, ready to succeed the lineage.

Until that moment, you still had some hope that everything would work out, maybe it wasn't so bad. But it would be a shame if your future husband had a mistress.

Wouldn't it?

Wc: 4.5k

Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt/ comfort, cheating, arranged marriage, eventual smut, one-sided love, affairs, manipulative behavior from Leon, male chauvinism, misogyny (I'll put more once things start to progress).

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |

An: Sorry for any grammar mistakes, it's late and i wanted to post.😭

Chapter 6: In your grasp

The day had already started off rather eclectic at the castle, with the servants working around the clock to finish the preparations for the ball that was to take place later.

Despite this, the day wasn't too busy for you, as the attention wasn't focused on you because of the ball. So you could say that everything was fine so far.

Since there was also an exquisite visitor at the castle, a close friend of the king. And someone who also had unshakeable power, worthy of a special reception.

Majesty Graham, also known as the imposing king of the United States, currently a nation with an enviable progression.

The visit had actually come as a surprise, as no one in the castle had expected the sudden appearance. The excuse was that important matters had to be sorted out with King Leonardo, matters that no one knew for sure what they were about, but they did seem to be important.

Despite the discretion that was maintained so that both Kings could talk, the walls had ears, literally. It wasn't hard to find some of the maidens sneaking into the corridors so that they could overhear the conversation.

After all, nothing about royalty could be kept secret for long, as old-fashioned as that may sound. That's the price you pay for being in the royal spotlight all the time.

And since the day was already too quiet for you, what could be better than listening to some of the maids' gossip? Surely you could understand why Majesty Graham was here in the first place.

So you did, taking slow, silent steps through the corridors, listening to the buzz coming from a more secluded corner, and then you saw the maids whispering among themselves, some smiling, others a little nervous, and some others seemed to be daydreaming. What could it be?

"God! Imagine what will happen to that man!" One of the servant girls exclaimed, looking at the others.

One of the others nodded before whispering, "Oh, what a silly idea! How can a man think of getting involved with a princess!"

So that's what it was about. You felt your heart shudder, so Ashley's father had found out about the hidden affair she was having. He just didn't know, who the man was, who subjected his daughter to this shamelessness. Oh, if he only knew.

"I heard! I heard Majesty Graham saying that he would even declare war if he found the culprit! He would be able to declare war on any kingdom!" One of the girls spoke up, putting her hand to her lips to show her exasperation at the situation.

All the others gasped, shaking their heads in denial. The ladies were just as exasperated as you were, and you couldn't help the look of confusion that appeared on your face.

How could this have happened? Leon wouldn't be so careless as to leave something out in the open like that, it wasn't something he would do. After all, it had been going on for years, so how could it have reached the majesty's ears?

You knew that King Leonardo would do his best to hide any clues that led to his son, he had the money and influence to do so. But how long would this situation remain under wraps? Perhaps this was the push to end the situation once and for all, and you were going to do everything possible to make it happen.

It might have been petty, but you couldn't let anything stand in the way of your marriage. That's what good brides did, they looked after their families and their husbands, so you were only doing the right thing.

If Ashley's father was still at the castle talking to King Leonard, then you could make a small appearance at this gathering. You even had the perfect idea of how to sneak into the room where the two men were talking, and it would also be the perfect cue to get Leon to put an end to this once and for all, or at least to get some respect from him.

But there was still something on your mind, would it be worth it? Would that be enough for Leon to see you as a woman? Or rather, as his wife?

You didn't know if it was right or wrong, but given the prince's latest attitudes lately, you couldn't let him keep doing whatever he wanted to you.

That kiss? It was able to send your emotions soaring, even though you wanted to deny it with all your soul, you couldn't even say that it had no effect on you.

Several times you found yourself wondering what it would be like if it were real, if it would feel like to have his lips on yours, even once, but you wanted it to be genuine. That it was something from inside his soul, that he felt something.

But you were already getting used to the idea that it was a silly dream, or maybe you'd have to sacrifice even more for this man, who knows, maybe with some little way out you could turn this situation in your favor?

And when several ideas started popping into your head, you had the brilliant idea of making this extramarital affair you had with Leon open, and you already knew perfectly well what the king's reaction would be.

The first thing that came to mind was the letter that Ashley had given Leon with the flowers, and you still had possession of that little letter. So why not give it to the king? Surely you could have imagined King Leon's furious reaction to knowing that his son was so indiscreet about this affair.

As you walked to your room, you saw a vase of flowers that had been placed in the hallway, they looked fresh, just so you could make your little scene even more intriguing. But of course you would only be the poor damsel in distress, the poor wife who was being betrayed.

Once you'd entered your chambers, you then went in search of the letter you'd kept so carefully. The same letter that made your blood boil just remembering the whole occasion. And you weren't just referring to the flowers you'd received, but to the situation as a whole.

And since Leon was basically inhibiting Chris's presence around you, it was only right to give him a taste of his own poison. You hid the letter in your hands, carrying the small, delicate vase of flowers in your hand, straight to the king's chambers. When you arrived at the entrance door, you straightened your posture and straightened your dress, making yourself perfectly presentable to the king.

It was then that you knocked twice on the door, only to be greeted with a 'come in' a few minutes later.

You did just that, with calm, elegant steps you made your way into the king's chamber. And there stood Majesty Graham, together with King Leonardo. You bowed politely to them both, looking at King Leonard as you held the flowers.

"Forgive the intrusion and indelicacy, Your Majesty. However, these flowers have arrived for the prince." You say, and your sentence was all it took for both men to raise their ears to hear what you had to say.

And of course you wouldn't come to talk to the most important man in the kingdom if you didn't have a reason to, and he was willing to listen to what you needed to say.

"There must have been some mistake." Leonardo said, getting up from his chair and walking over to you to inspect the flowers.

"No, Your Majesty. It even came with this little letter." You say as you hand over the piece of paper, and this makes Graham look at you both.

There was something in his gaze, and it wasn't from God. The man was already mounting his suspicions.

Leonardo then read the much-talked-about letter, his eyes widening and narrowing with every sentence, his face so red that you didn't know if he would be all right after finishing the letter. At the same moment, he looked at you, at Graham, who was already suspicious.

"I didn't understand the urgency, but the maids were in a hurry to give it to the prince." You said, in a tone that gave the perfect impression that you didn't know what it was really about.

And then you decided to add, "Oh, and there was also a certain discreetness."

That was the last straw for King Leonard to let out an audible sigh to control his nerves, and you felt the heavy gaze of Majesty Graham behind you. It was almost a silent conversation.

"Thank you, I'll give it to Leon as soon as he arrives." Leonardo says, not leaving you much room to say anything else.

You then understand that it's your time to leave, and you do so. The same bow you used to enter, you used to leave. Letting the heavy atmosphere remain between the two royals. As soon as you closed the door and left the room, you bumped into Ausdret, Leon's butler.

"Your Highness..." He says in a half bow, looking at you with a frown, as if he suspects something.

You reply with a polite smile, looking at him innocently.

"I was looking for you, princess, the prince asked me to announce his arrival." Ausdret said, and you immediately remembered that Leon had gone out for a horse ride, along with Chris. Another excuse not to leave you alone with the Duke.

"Right, where is he?" You asked, trying to hear what was going on in the King's chamber, but you could hear nothing but incomprehensible whispers.

"In his chambers, he made it clear that he wanted to see you." The butler added, making it clear that it wasn't a debate, if you didn't go to see the prince, he would come to you himself.

You just nodded and left for Leon's quarters. Since the kiss he gave you, something in the relationship had changed. Not that you could say he had any affection for you, but at least he seemed to be warmer.

Perhaps it was because the wedding was tomorrow and he wanted to make a good impression on the people attending, especially his father. At least you could use this as a small gap to try to patch up this doomed relationship, even though you have no idea what to expect, what the outcome will be.

Just as you were about to touch the handle to open the door, you heard footsteps behind you, they sounded like two people, and indeed they were. As soon as you turned around, you saw Ausdret and Leonardo, walking side by side.

Ausdret seemed to be trying to convince the king of something, and he was failing miserably, as for the king, well, his expression was as gloomy as the night. And it seemed that King Leonardo was not only walking to Leon's room, he was marching.

Each step seemed more furious than the last.

The man didn't even give you time to ask him anything, because he stormed into Leon's room himself, slamming the door shut while he talked to Leon about God knows what.

When you heard the door close, you felt so anxious that you couldn't contain yourself, and in the blink of an eye you were behind the door, listening to the conversation on the other side.

For a few minutes you only heard a few murmurs, until you could hear things clearly:

"For God's sake! Are you out of your mind?" You'd be polite to say that it wasn't a scream, as it was obviously one of the clearest shouts you'd heard in a while.

"How the hell did that get into your hands?" This time it was Leon's voice, which sounded indignant and surprised at the same time.

"No. Don't try to change the subject!" Leonardo's older voice echoed in the room once again.

Footsteps and footsteps, an uncomfortable silence, only for a loud voice to echo through the room once again.

"That's enough! This little antics of yours have gone far enough." The king's voice was serious, with no room for argument.

"Don't start. Don't ask me to-" Before he could finish, Leon's sentence was interrupted, just like that.

"It's not a request, it's an order." The king growled, his voice capable of sending shivers down your spine.

You could hear Leon trying to justify himself, but you couldn't hear anything properly, because Leornado was running over him every time, not letting the prince say anything other than a few mumbles.

"That's it! I don't want to hear any more about your recklessness! Put an end to this mess you've made of yourself!" Leonardo's sharp voice was unmistakable.

" Now then, father. I'm not a kid anymore-" And once again Leon was interrupted.

"Then act like a man! Honor what's between your legs. I won't let you destroy your future on a mere whim."

The next thing you heard was something heavy hitting the wall, it sounded like something similar to a punch.

"You're being irreverent, father." Leon says, you could sense the hatred in his voice just by his tone.

"Two days, and that's all you have to end any ties with that woman." The sentence took you aback, how far had it come? To the point where two monarchs had to argue about it.

Not only that, but Leonardo's abrupt intervention seemed to be firm, not something for the moment. He seemed destined to maintain the integrity of his kingdom.

"If you ever speak to that woman again, I will send you into exile!" You were stunned, not believing your own ears.

A father exiling his own son? It was an outrage! Was that your cue? Your chance? Or just a distraction? Something you were expecting too much.

"You wouldn't dare." It was Leon who dared to retort, despite everything, he still couldn't accept the whole situation.

Not least because he had always done everything he wanted, and now they were taking away one of the most important things he had in life.

"Don't try your luck, I hold your future in my hands." After that you heard footsteps heading for the door, and you were quick to move away and hide in a nearby corridor.

You managed to sneak into your room after all the mess, and spent the rest of the day there, thinking about the situation. What had you just done?

Afterwards, your temper rose considerably, as you honestly felt that you were being fair by playing the same game as Leon, in a fair and equal way to him.

At that moment you found yourself humming around the room, looking at yourself in the mirror as you wore that beautiful red dress, made by one of the most renowned seamstresses in the kingdom, and the dress was just as beautiful as you imagined. The fabric was soft and sophisticated, the top clinging to your upper body like a bodice. While the bottom was a large skirt, which, with all the underwire you were wearing, made it impossible not to notice how stunningly beautiful the dress was.

You didn't skimp on the jewelry either, you wore the most expensive ones you had, you were destined to be the center of attention tonight.

If not for Leon, then for Chris. Such a good person in the middle of such a mess, you couldn't let the Duke out of your sight that quickly.

When you were ready, you started towards the main hall, where Leon would be waiting for you. With light, graceful steps you made your way to the main hall, and at the same moment all eyes were on you.

The stunning princess, an almost angelic image.

And well, if your intention was to get Leon to gawk at you, well, you succeeded. He looked at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on.

And at the same moment, he moved towards the bottom of the stairs, wanting to get close to you quickly.

And you were drawn to him like a moth is drawn to light, you knew it would go wrong at some point that night, but you honestly couldn't care less.

Everything around you seemed to stop when you felt Leon's hand on yours, not before he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand, letting his lips linger there for a short while.

It was a magnetism you couldn't explain, sometimes it even sounded stupid, but something about Leon made you severely attracted to him somehow, even if he acted in an uncordial way, something about him was mesmerizing.

"You look stunning, princess." Leon said in a whisper, giving you that gallant smile that made you weak in the knees.

You didn't know if it was a lie, if he really meant it and thought it was so, but his affectionate way made you forget all the bad things that had already happened.

This time you let it go, not wanting to think too much about whether he was being sincere or not, maybe for one night it was worth forgetting. After all, it wasn't hard to deny that you were radiant, it wasn't hard to see that something had brightened your day.

But of course you also noticed that Leon was strangely calm, which was odd given what had happened before. It wasn't hard to guess that Leon was the type to never give up so easily, so something seemed uncommon about this situation.

Perhaps he had something in mind, or perhaps he had taken his father's threat as a bluff. But in any case, he was calm, peaceful, so at peace that it was a bit of a surprise.

But if it's going to be like this, there's nothing better than enjoying the small tenderness of such a moment.

As the two of you walked around the ball to talk to the nobles, you could see Leon's incessant gaze on you, he literally watched your every gesture and movement. You didn't know what it was, but he always kept his attention on you. Something about the way he looked at you made you feel butterflies blooming in your stomach. Looking into his eyes like that reminded you of the ocean, so beautiful but also so treacherous.

In the meantime you also caught a glimpse of Chris, who was in a corner talking to a lady. Probably those dames who were desperate to find a husband, you could tell by the way the girl giggled and touched his arm every now and then.

Seeing that you were looking at Chris, even smiling at him, Leon couldn't let that happen. As a man he had to uphold his honor, so without thinking too much he pulled you in to dance with him, not asking if you wanted to or not. He just did.

You looked at him in surprise, catching yourself frowning at his sudden attitude, as well as the intimate gesture of putting his hand on your waist, in one swift movement gluing his body against yours.

"I'm lucky to have you for a wife." Leon says, his voice echoing in your ears, his warm breath caressing your skin.

Was that a fallacy or an illusion? He didn't think you'd believe it that easily. But maybe... Just maybe.

"I can say the same for you, Your Highness." You say back, keeping your tone clipped, trying to hide the effect he was beginning to have on you.

But you couldn't hide your goosebumps, your flushed cheeks and that cursed accelerated respiration.

"You're not wearing the jewelry I gave you." He notes, taking the opportunity to twirl you around the room.

You didn't wear it by coincidence, you didn't think it matched the dress you chose for tonight. But apparently he saw it differently. An insult.

"I didn't think it suited the occasion, Your Highness." You say, and you saw his lips twitch when you called him Your Highness. So much formality, for your husband?

"You should, I told you I'd like you to wear it." Of course, his demands. How could you expect anything different?

"I don't remember, forgive me." Even though you tried, there was an undertone of stubbornness in your voice. And it didn't go unnoticed by him.

He put himself even closer to you, spinning you around and over at the dance, always keeping you in his grasp, in his arms. And even with all the anguish he caused you, he was so handsome, so easy to believe in, so tempting.

You got so lost in his expressions that you didn't even notice when he took you out of the main hall, away from the curious eyes that were there. In the blink of an eye you were in one of the corridors, his gaze looking deep into your soul.

"If there's one thing I appreciate, it's a woman's loyalty. Especially yours, dear wife." Leon says, his tone laced with a certain malice, something else that you couldn't quite put your finger on.

You didn't understand where the phrase came from, but you saw him glance briefly at Chris, who was on the other side of the dance. And of course you had already heard some buzz about your 'little escapade' with Chris, about the indecent things you two might have done. If only they'd known who the unfaithful one was.

"We can't ask something of someone if we can't be mutual." The words came out of your mouth in the blink of an eye, even you didn't fully expect it.

Leon's response was mockery, his face contorting into what looked like an expression of anger. But he was able to mask it afterwards.

How reckless of you to answer to your own husband, where was your manners? You should behave like a woman, not a tyrant.

"I didn't understand the insinuation, dear." He murmured, his tone so dark that it made something in you shiver.

"Forgive me. I didn't mean to insult you." You said in the calmest, most innocent voice you could muster, feigning ignorance.

At that same moment, you felt Leon pushing you against the wall, both his hands gripped around your waist. You couldn't move even if you wanted to.

"Don't worry, I believe it was naïve of you." He says calmly, that look that was once cold becoming something more.

The haughty façade was giving way to his controlling and manipulative side. It wasn't in Leon's nature to accept things just like that, not now and not ever.

He gave a cynical little smile, pushing you a little further against the wall, his fingers tightening around your waist. The way he looked at you gave you such shivers.

It felt like you were looking at the ocean, that captivating shade of blue in his eyes, as if you were admiring the depths of the waters.

"There's something you should have learned by now, princess." He whispered, his voice bringing out something in you, a warmth rising in your body, a foreign feeling.

You found yourself blushing, biting your lip as you stared at him. And that feeling of warmth only increased when he moved closer, letting his lips linger on your ear.

"I always gamble to win," he said, making your goosebumps rise as he breathed on your ear, "and I always win."

It was the last thing he said, taking the opportunity to kiss your earlobe, you could see him smiling in the corner as he watched your reaction.

He had you in the palm of his hand at that moment, he knew that very well.

"There's always a first time for everything..." You manage to say back, trying somehow to be as bold as him.

But despite the harsh words, your expression gave you away completely. How could he take you seriously with you blushing so much? Your cheeks as red as strawberries. Or the way you, without the slightest intention, looked at him with sly eyes. As if you wanted to earn something.

All the reaction you got from him was a low chuckle, you felt his lips come down to your jaw, so close to your neck that he couldn't help himself, and he let your sweet smell into his nostrils.

"No, darling. I don't think you understand." He says more firmly, this time letting his free hand grip your chin, forcing your gaze to focus on him.

"I never lose. No matter what it costs me." This line of his could imply so many things, you felt your thinking was all out of place.

Was he doing it out of a sense of competition? Because he didn't want to lose to Chris? Or maybe because he wanted to have ownership over something that wasn't his. You.

He didn't like losing, and probably wanted to keep you in his clutches whatever the cost. If he had you in the palm of his hand, he'd have access to a more than healthy kingdom, just as if he had an obedient wife, he'd have no problems.

A wife who would give him heirs, stay with him in good and bad, in sickness and in health, waiting for him while he cared for the crowd. So perfect.

But oh, he was so wrong if he thought you would fulfill that role. So damn wrong.

As you looked at each other like that, you smiled a little, letting your hand rest on his forearm.

"We have something in common, Your Highness." You say calmly, looking at him tensely.

Once he opened his mouth to speak, you indelicately spoke over him, "I'm not in the habit of losing either."

That was that, the disagreement was more than exposed.

Cheeky, disdainful, petulant and impolite. That's how you were acting, far from any decency you had been taught.

You watched as Leon stuck his tongue in his teeth, glaring at you in a defiant manner.

"You need better manners, dear. Maybe you should remember how a woman should act." God knows how that sentence made your blood rise, but it did.

But the look in his eyes said so many things, it was so convincing, not least because he knew that you would be his tomorrow, whether you wanted to be or not.

Not least because he was your future husband, wasn't he?

The dance would continue, and so would the evening. The roles of husband and wife duly filled, painful words veiled in the sweetness of love.

You might have hated him, but there was no escape. So much so that you thought nothing of it, and once again he led you to dance in that ballroom.

The journey was far from over, as was all your frustration. Because he wouldn't let you leave his side.

No, you'd be with him all night. Romantic? Maybe to the blind eye of the real situation, but oh, that's what you're here for, isn't it?

Continue the theater, people are watching.

Taglist: @gollumsmygel, @quemmysworld, @loveoverdosing, @delulusimps, @d3jecteddoll, @kennedyleyy, @acriixys, @deredvv, @luminehallowss

[gunnerfc]

⚡GUNNERFC’S 1K CELEBRATION MASTERLIST ⚡ [coming soon!!]

-> All specifics provided aren’t listed here but I have made a note of everything!

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⚡️Ona Batlle

-> Angry sex (18+)

⚡️Stina Blackstenius

-> jealousy + riding (18+)

-> drunk love confession + first time (18+)

⚡️Aitana Bonmatí

-> rivals to lovers + hate sex (18+)

⚡️Steph Catley

-> drunk love confessions 

-> 5 +1 + keeping the relationship a secret 

-> rivals to lovers + injury/comfort

⚡️Niamh Charles

-> touching while on the phone with someone (18+)

⚡️Kyra Cooney-Cross

-> keeping relationship from teammates + first time (18+)

-> oblivious best friends who have a crush on each other 

⚡️Mary Earps 

-> first time (18+)

-> honeymoon + mile high club (18+)

-> car sex + jealousy (18+)

⚡️Caitlin Foord

-> no prompt other than smut (18+)

⚡️Emily Fox

-> sex tape + jealousy (18+)

-> semi-public sex not on a plane (18+)

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⚡️Alex Greenwood

-> watching porn together (dating) + mommy kink (18+)

⚡️Amanda Ilestedt

-> honeymoon + mile high club (18+)

⚡️Lauren James

-> sex tape/filming + riding (strap/thigh) (18+)

⚡️Cloé Lacasse 

-> quickie before leaving for training or a game (18+)

⚡️Rose Lavelle

-> “you have a crush on me?” “we’ve been together for 3 years”

⚡️Kim Little

-> “I could kiss you right now” + first time (18+)

⚡️Katie McCabe

 -> rivals to lovers + hate sex (18+)

-> drunken love confessions + soft morning sex (18+)

⚡️Esme Morgan

-> one bed trope

⚡️Alexia Putellas

 -> angry sex + being filmed (18+)

-> teammates have no idea + “you have a crush on me?” “we’ve been together for 3 years” 

-> injury/comfort + soft morning sex (18+)

⚡️Ashley Sanchez

-> touching while on the phone with someone else (18+) 

-> soft morning sex (18+)

⚡️Hayley Raso

-> “I could kiss you right now”

-> soft morning sex (18+)

⚡️Fridolina Rolfö

-> hate sex (18+)

⚡️Alessia Russo 

-> hate sex (18+)

-> reunion after being long distance

-> best friends to lovers + first time (18+)

-> strap warming (18+)

-> best friends with a crush + first time (18+)

-> phone sex (18+)

-> soft morning sex (18+)

-> sneaking around + riding (18+)

⚡️Lia Wälti

-> soft morning sex + strap warming (18+)

-> “I could kiss you right now” + first kiss

-> reunion after being long distance

-> one bed trope + best friends to lovers

⚡️Leah Williamson

-> filming + 69’ing (18+)

-> watching porn (18+)

-> sex tape filming (18+) 

⚡️Leah Williamson + Katie McCabe 

-> threesome + rivals to lovers (18+)

[themeraldee]

image Homelander falling instantly for a singer fem!supe while she's performing this specific song and singing these words: My Only Dream is to Be Loved (by Chrissy Chlapecka) 💘

Oooh I do love Homelander falling for someone he feels to be a kindred spirit. He doesn't get to voice these feelings he's got so to see someone screaming his thoughts out into the world feels like a breath of fresh air. If he can't admit this weakness, it's almost like his future SO is doing it for him.

Please don't deprive me My well is running dry

- My only dream is to be loved (It's never enough, it's never enough) I wanna be what you want

He feels this so viscerally and I see him already going to Ashley or Madelyn to make sure that she becomes his next public love interest. What was only presented as a publicity stunt turns out to be a cover up for his real want to make her his.

As a famous supe I feel like he'd have trouble sneaking around and seeing her whenever/wherever like he could a not famous person (bcs now it's both of their fans being vigilant and on the lookout) so it's the obvious step to immediately announce the fake relationship out into the public. Because no matter how they already feel about him he knows it's bound to turn real as they both feed this need to be loved where the hollow love of their fanbase has never been able to fulfil the need.

[bipanicoverthegravessiblings]

Art by treein

Haven't seen a pure one-shot from you. Can you make a one-shot of a yandere Ashley who got rejected for prom?

I will certainly try! :D

TW: Mentions of alcohol and spiked punch, Character Death, Depictions of a dead body, Violence, Ashley Graves steps on the reader and not in a hot way, reader is kind of a dick

[One-Shot] Rejecting Ashley Graves’ Prom Invitation

The music echoed throughout the neon lit gymnasium, blaring from speakers you’re sure hadn’t been touched since last year’s prom. You and your peers were packed into the room like sardines in a can, but no one seemed to mind. Any chaperones assigned to make sure the students “saved room for Jesus” when dancing with their dates, were blackout drunk and slumped against the chairs set around the circular tables. It was essentially a free for all.

You stood by the snack table, about two foldout tables with light purple tablecloths draped over them….at least you thought it was purple. The only others provided were various color changing lights, and even then it still made it hard to see. What you could see was the mass of people gathered in the center as the DJ/Janitor played remixes of popular songs on the radio. Your own friends among the mass, dancing with their dates- faces flushed from the spiked punch.

Your smile for them faded slowly as the reminder of your current positioned dawned on you once again. You hadn’t come to prom alone, no- you arrived with your friends and your own date but…you hadn’t seen her since she left to use the bathroom. It wasn’t a very big gym, even with the people….she would’ve eventually found you. Then again it was dark.

You had looked for her earlier, even sneaking behind the bleachers to not find your date- but rather two of your classmates rawdogging it among the dust and cobwebs. You- you could’ve gone a lifetime not needing to see that. Having gone to find your friends after….that….made you discover that they hadn’t seen your date either. It was strange.

Maybe she ditched you. And before you could really do anything to fuck it up badly. You now know how the weird kids felt at prom, standing and observing from the snack table like a freak.

You glance down the lined up tables at the few other kids who decided to show up despite not having a date or friends to go with. It was pitiful really. Why go, you’re just outing yourself at that point. At least you had friends….who abandoned you for grinding against their dates- but you had them!

Against your better judgement, you looked among the dots of freaks for one in particular….wondering if she came.

Ashley Graves, the resident crazy chick. You’re 90% sure she’s an undiagnosed psychopath, with rumors of her doing heinous things floating around. Stabbing a girl’s eye out with a pencil for looking at her wrong, throwing her childhood pet hamster from her four-story balcony, being involved with her brother- that last one you didn’t believe for a couple of reasons. One, her brother was already dating a girl- Julia Lamb. You shared an English class with her and she’s really sweet, Ashley’s brother is lucky. Second reason is because Ashley had asked you to go to prom with her.

She slipped the card into your locker- you don’t know how she found out which one was yours but she did. The handwriting was illegible, with a scribbled drawing of you inside. It was…off putting. Like something a serial killer would make while on death row. You managed to find Ashley and break it to her gently that you wouldn’t be going to prom with her- mostly cause you didn’t have a fucking death wish- but then she went berserk. She took her dumb card and tore it to shreds, throwing them at your feet and shoving you over as she stomped away in a temper tantrum.

You don’t even know why she wanted to go with you, it’s not like you were friends. You had lunch with her one time, and it was mainly out of pity. You took the outburst as dodging a bullet and went with someone you actually liked.

And by hell, you were going to find and spend the night with her.

You moved away from the snack table, making your way to the locker rooms where the bathrooms were. No one was really paying attention, so you went into the girls one. Slowly- the music became muffled, and your eyes were no longer assaulted by neon. No- rather the darkness of the locker room- save for a single overhead light that flickered- giving it an ominous look. Your shoulders tensed, debating whether or not you should really check and see if she was still in the bathroom…but you didn’t want to spend this night alone. You push your fears down along with everything else you choose to ignore, making your way through the maze of lockers.

You preciously stepped over left behind equipment, scrunching your nose at the faint stench of sweat- until you paused. A light. A bright one at that. Turning the corner of a wall of lockers showed you the showers, and the faint sound of one running.

You were hesitant, worried to have another situation like under the bleachers….but you heard no indications of debauchery. The flimsy shower stream wouldn’t have been loud enough to cover it. So- you make your way over to the bright area, like a moth to a flame.

You wished you hadn’t.

You stared wide eyed at the floor. When making your way to the final shower stall, you hadn’t expected to find your date.

Well- at least not like this.

Her face had several lacerations, almost making her unidentifiable. Her blonde hair stained red at the ends with her own blood, as her dress. Her eyes were glazed over, and she looked pale. The sight was gruesome. You wanted to throw up, but you brought your hand to your mouth to hold it back. You supported your weight against the wall, heavy breaths leaving your panicking body as you asked yourself who could do shock a thing.

You learned quickly as you felt a blunt object hit the back of your head, sending you crashing to the wet tiled ground beside your date. Her watered down blood stained your hands and clothes, you stumbled to look behind you- the culprit’s figure being obscured by the bright lights behind them. They wore a slim dress with a ribbon around the waist- tied neatly at the side in a bow. At their side was a knife, though held in a way you could clobber someone with the handle. It didn’t register who this could be until you saw the ponytail.

“A-Ashley?!” You stammered, fearful for your life.

“Bingo-Bongo bitch!” She raised the knife, slashing it across your chest. You hissed in pain, trying to protect your body as she slashed at your back.

“Stop! Stop!” You pleaded, letting out sobs from the pain. She got tired of cutting into you and started digging her heels into your cuts, stomping you into the ground like you were nothing more than a bug.

“So THIS is who you rejected me over?!” She gestured to your date, still dead as a doornail beside you, “Well fuck you! I don’t need a hussy fucking asshole!”

She kicked you against the wall, the tip of her heel winding you over and over again as she let out hell on your abdomen.

“Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!” She screamed over and over and over as she wailed on your body. How was no one coming to help you!? Could they not hear her over their shitty music!??

Blood dripped from your mouth, clutching your abdomen in pain as you looked up at her helplessly.

“Please….I…I didn’t mean to upset you,” you coughed out weakly, “Please….please don’t kill me.” You choked on your tears.

She watched you for a moment, whimpering pathetically for mercy, before she narrowed her eyes in disgust.

“Rot in hell.”

With that, everything went dark as you felt a hot, burning pain in your chest as she plunged her knife directly into your beating heart.

[massivedrickhead]

sending a sleepy prompt because I don’t want it to end yet!! I’ve read each prompt you’ve posted right away so my day would feel incomplete without it🫶

21. “Give me a goodnight kiss?”

maybe it could be like Beca and Chloe in their own world, forgetting they’re with the Bellas and the girls finding out about their relationship when Beca kisses Chloe goodnight? (or vice versa)

(you can go an entirely different route if you want to though, I’m sure it’ll still be amazing)

The streak continues! Let's gooooo!

21. “Give me a goodnight kiss?”

Prompt taken from here

Read on AO3

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It was the end of another long Bellas movie night, and if she’s honest, Beca was impressed she lasted this long. 

She’d been dozing for the last hour, her head resting back on the sofa, her hand millimetres from Chloe’s, their pinkies just touching.

When the credits finally started rolling, Beca sat up and stretched.

“Okay,” Beca said. “I’m calling it a night.”

“You don’t have one more in you?” Chloe asked, a hint of teasing in her voice.

“I didn’t have that one in me,” Beca said. “I’m going to bed.”

“Fine,” Chloe said. “Goodnight.”

She turned her face towards Beca and, without thinking, Beca pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Night,” she said.

The various conversations that had been happening around the room all fell silent as if someone had flipped a switch. 

Beca frowned.

“What?” She asked.

“Don’t ‘what?’ us,” Stacie said. “What the hell was that?”

They were all staring at her and Chloe, and Beca felt her insides freeze.

Beca swallowed. “A goodnight kiss?” She said, her voice a whole octave higher. “You know, like friends do?”

Chloe let out a snort of laughter. 

“Is this a new thing you’re trying out?” Cynthia Rose asked.

Beca shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Well I for one would like to opt out,” Amy said. 

“I dunno,” Stacie said. “I think I could get on board.” 

Beca swallowed again and glanced down at Chloe, who couldn’t seem to wipe the amusement off her face. “Cool,” she said. “Well, now we’ve all accepted that without any further questions, I’m going to bed.”

Beca tried to leave the room when Stacie cleared her throat.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Stacie asked. “Where’s my goodnight kiss?”

The rest of the Bellas started laughing, and Beca looked at Chloe who shrugged, a grin still on her face. 

“Unless you want to just tell us the truth?”

Beca sighed, and Chloe gave her the smallest nod.

“Fine,” Beca said. “Chloe and I are-”

“-wait!” Amy said, interrupting, her phone in her hand. “Can you wait like twenty minutes before you tell us?”

“You can’t do that,” Stacie said. “She wants to tell us now, she should tell us now. Right now. Definitely not in 20 minutes.”

“I just don’t think we should rush her,” Amy said. “Right, Cynthia? Jessica? Ashley? Flo? Someone back me up?”

“I don’t care, I lost two days ago,” Cynthia Rose said.

“What are you guys talking about?” Beca asked.

“Nothing,” Stacie said quickly. “Just spit it out, Bec.”

“Keep it in, Beca,” Amy said. “Keep your secrets. Trust no one.”

Chloe’s shoulders sagged.

“You all know, don’t you?” Chloe asked.

“Know what?” Stacie said, one eye on the time. 

Beca sighed. She held out her hand and Chloe took it. “Chloe and I are dating.”

“Yes!” Stacie said, her fist punching the air.

“Dammit!” Amy said at the same time. 

“Not quite the reaction I thought we’d get,” Chloe said. 

“I mean, I’m super happy for you guys, but come on! You couldn’t have waited until after midnight. Beca, can’t you keep it in your pants for five minutes?” Amy asked.

“Pay up aca-bitches!” Stacie said hand outstretched. The other Bellas grumbled and began putting $10 bills in her hand. 

“You guys were betting on us?” Beca asked, unsure if she should be offended or not.

“Beca, sweetie, we’ve known for like a month,” Stacie said. “We’ve been placing bets on when you’d finally tell us.” 

Beca threw her arms up in the air in exasperation. “So we’ve been sneaking around all this time for nothing?”

“I wouldn’t call it sneaking,” Flo said.

“Yeah, you guys are about as subtle as an earthquake,” Cynthia said. 

“I thought there was an earthquake the other night,” Amy muttered. 

“Okay,” Beca said, her cheeks flushing red. “That’s enough of that.”

“Look, we wouldn’t have done this if you’d just told us all at the beginning,” Stacie said. “Why didn’t you?”

Beca looked at Chloe, whose shoulders had sunk again. “I just… I was scared,” Beca said, her eyes fixed on the floor. “I didn’t want to tell you all, then screw it up, and then we’d have to tell you we broke up.” Chloe took her hand again, and Beca looked at her. “Chloe wanted to tell you all,” she said. “I was just scared.”

There was a silence in which Beca and Chloe just looked at each other.

“Well now I feel like an asshole,” Stacie said, breaking the silence, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

“We were going to tell you all,” Chloe said. “We just needed to make sure that what we had was going to last first.”

“And you think it is?” Cynthia asked. “Because otherwise this will get real awkward, real fast.”

Beca and Chloe smiled at each other. “We think it is,” Chloe said.

There was a chorus of ‘aw!’s and they were suddenly in the middle of a Bellas’ group hug.

“Okay, okay! That’s enough of that,” Beca said wriggling free. “Well, now that’s all out in the open, I’m going to bed.” She held out her hand again. “Chloe? Care to join me?”

Chloe grinned and took hold of Beca’s hand. “Night everyone!” She said as Beca pulled her towards the stairs.

“Not in our room!” Amy called after them.

[bloodyvioletzz]

Pink In The Night

Aeon (Ada x Leon) Smut and Angst Modern AU

“Am I gonna see you again?” Leon asked, sitting up in bed. Ada was just getting up, her naked body shining in the moonlight. She was pulling on one of Leon’s shirts.. it was big on her but she didn’t mind. Neither did Leon. He loved seeing Ada wearing his clothes.

She looked at him blankly. “Leon.”

“Ada,” he replied.

She walked over to him and gave him a passionate kiss, slipping her tongue in between his slightly parted lips. Leon held her face gently, wanting more and groaning as she pulled away.

“Is that a yes?” he asked.

All Ada did was smirk and shrug as she grabbed her things and left.

The next day Leon was at the bar, per usual. Drinking away his sorrows. He just wanted to forget everything. Racoon city, especially. Where he met her, where he kissed her, where he saved her, and where he lost her. He hated to think about her.. but it was the only thing he had left. Ashley would come and check on Leon occasionally, which was nice but not nearly enough.

“Another, please..” Leon’s words started to slur together as he slowly got drunker and drunker. He mumbled a ‘thank you’ as the bartender gave him another shot of tequila. He downed it quickly as wiped his mouth.

An hour or two passed and he was one of the only people left in the bar. Still drinking, still sad, still lonely.

“We’re closing up soon,” the bartender said as she washed a glass.

Leon sighed, “I’ll be out soon..” his cheeks were a rosy red and eyes hooded.

He heard someone enter the bar, and heels clicking.

“Leon,” a familiar voice said. Leon whipped his head around and his eyes lit up as he saw her. The same woman he’d been trying to forget about. The same woman he yearned for.

“Ada..” he mumbled.

She smiled to the bartender. “A friend,” she stated and the bartender nodded. She took Leon by the arm. “You’re drunk on a Tuesday.”

“It’s not Tuesday..” Leon stumbled a little as Ada helped him up.

Ada frowned. “It is.” She took him to her car, an expensive one. Of course her job allowed her to get it. Her job was her top priority… which she disliked but there wasn’t anything she could to about it. Even if it meant leaving Leon wishing for more.

As Ada drived to his apartment, Leon sneaked looks at her. Admiring her beauty, he noticed every single detail in her face. How her lips were glossy. He knew she recently applied that cherry lipgloss that drove him crazy. He inhaled deeply, the familiar smell of her rich perfume. It was stuck in his sheets. Secretly he loved it.

Ada helped him out the car, he clung to her like a lost child. She unlocked his apartment and poured him a glass of water. “Sit down on the couch, Leon,” she ordered. He obeyed, of course. He always does what he’s told. Especially if it’s Ada giving him orders. Being drunk didn’t help his case whatsoever..

Leon finished the glass of water and Ada went to leave, her hand grazing the doorknob. Leon quickly got up and grabbed her arm. “Stay,” he whispered desperately. “Please.”

Ada’s breath hitched at his cold touch. Her hand left the doorknob and turned to Leon, touching his face instead. She moved hair out of his face. Oh, how she loved his hair. It was her favorite part of him, besides his eyes.

Leon leaned into her touch. “I hate when you leave,” he started getting emotional. Alcohol really does have an effect on him. Especially when Ada was there, touching him like this. “I want you. I want all of you. I don’t- I don’t care about your job, Ada. I love you. I will always love you. I have always loved you. Everytime you left, everytime you stayed. I just want to wake up to you here next to me. Once.”

She didn’t know how to react. She’s never heard these words from him… ever. He’s never told her he’d loved her. She nodded. “Okay.”

Leon smiled brightly. “Okay.”

Ada pulled him into a gentle, soft kiss. Leon returned it just as soft. Ada led him into his bedroom, the scent of him satisfying her. She loved it. She craved it.

Leon pulled away to admire Ada for a split second, before kissing her cheek, trailing kisses down her neck. She gasped softly as he left small hickeys on her neck that she always had to cover at work by wearing turtlenecks.

Her hands reached his hair as she breathed heavily. Leon groaned at she pulled it.

Leon’s hands went straight to her waist. Pulling her closer and feeling every inch of her body burning against his.

“Leon,” Ada whispered. Leon hummed. He knew what she wanted, he wanted the exact same.

He finished leaving love bites on her neck and picked her up, looking into her eyes as he put her on the bed. He crawled on top of her, leaning down and kissing her as his hand reached down to the bottom of her dress. He lifted it up slowly, Ada shivered at the feeling of it dragging against her skin.

He grazed his fingers against the inside of her thigh, reaching her panties. He pulled them aside, touching her clit. With two fingers, he lazily drew circles. Ada signed into his mouth, holding his face and deepening their kiss.

Leon went further down. He pulled away from the kiss and put a finger inside of her, watching her mouth fall open and gasp. He looked at her in a way he could never look at anyone else. She was ethereal. She was beautiful, being pleasured. He loved soft sex like this because he could appreciate all of Ada.

She moaned quietly as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of her. One shortly turned into two, and Ada was begging for more. Leon obliged, wanting to give her everything. That’s all he’s ever wanted.

He slid her underwear off of her elegeant legs. He kissed her thigh as her panties slid past them.

Ada brought Leon’s face back up and kissed him lovingly. She sat up and turned around, letting Leon unzip her dress. Leon pressed wet kissed on her shoulders as he unzipped his own pants. Ada turned back to face him and lifted his shirt up, taking all of his body in. Her hands traced scars on his chest and stomach, then leaned in to kiss them. She loved to kiss his scars, to remind him he healed. That she could heal him. And she did just that, by simply being here. Treating Leon as he should be treated. The only problem was that she left before he could heal her.

Leon backed up against the bed frame as Ada took his boxers off. He sighed as she wrapped her fingers around his cock, pumping him slowly. She spread the precum leaking from his tip with her thumb. Leon’s head fell back.

Once Ada was done, she straddled Leon. She made sure to see his face as she grabbed his dick and aligned it up with her opening. They moaned in unison and she took him all inside her. Leon wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. Ada put her head on his shoulder, then started to move. She moaned each time she went back down, loving the feeling of him inside of her. Leon’s breath became shaky as she picked up her speed. His hands went to her thighs, lifting them ever so slightly to make things easier for her.

Ada lifted her head up to see Leon’s expression. It was a fucking sight. A sight she loved dearly. To see that he felt just as good as she did… she loved it. She began rocking forward a little bit, causing Leon to moan. She always tried to get him to be vocal with her, for it turned her on even more.

As Ada clenched down onto him, he began matching her rythm, thrusting up into her. Leon studied her face while her head tilted back, moaning loudly. He could’ve sworn he was fucking a goddess. That’s how he saw her, that’s how he always saw her.

“Leon,” Ada gasped.

“Ada..”

“Leon I..” she said inbetween moans and gasps, “I love you. I always have.”

This pushed Leon even further His thrusts became erratic and he went faster. He got sloppier as he grew closer and closer to release. He knew Ada was too, for the way she moaned and clenched down on him.

She moaned his name as she came, and Leon rode out her orgasm, causing her to stop moving her hips. Leon thrusted into her relentlessly, chasing his own orgasm. Quickly, he pulled out and his cum shot out and onto his stomach. They both sat there for a second, catching their breath. Ada collapsed onto him, smearing his cum onto her chest. Leon ran his fingers through her hair.

Gently, he lifted Ada off of him and layed her down. He got up to grab a towel. He cleaned himself up then Ada. She smiled as she felt the towel press against her skin, she cupped his cheek as he cleaned her. He smiled back at her.

Once he was done, he climbed in bed next to her, laying his head on her chest as she held him tightly. There was a comfortable silence as she played with his hair.

Leon was the one to speak up first.

“I want to go further with you. I don’t just want to be your… your pawn. I want to be yours. Just yours. Your boyfriend.”

Ada giggled, “You can be my boyfriend, Leon. I’m all yours. I’ve always been yours.” She kissed the top of of his head.

A sigh of relief left Leon as he nuzzled into her chest. “I love you, Ada.”

“I love you, Leon.”

[lorelaisdiary]

I was curious,

Could I get a Larry Johnson x Reader (could be plat or romantic) where Reader, after being shamed upon by Travis, feels insecure about herself (specifically stomach or arms?)

- yours truly, slash j.

Content warnings: bullying, reader is insecure, reader is a female, it’s mentioned that reader has a period, explicit language, it’s never specified whether reader and Larry are together or not so it’s up to you to decide, and characters may be ooc because I haven’t played Sally Face in a long time

Larry Johnson X Female! Reader - The Comfort of Having Someone

Summary: After being shamed by Travis, you try to ditch school without any of your friends noticing. Unfortunately, Larry knew what game you were trying to play and played it better than you did.

Author’s note: I was so excited to get this. This is my first ever request and I couldn’t be happier that it’s about Larry!:) I do want to apologize because it took me so long to write this. Just remember, your body is beautiful!!💛

“You should stop eating. If you don’t, people might start to think you’re eating for two.” Travis’s comment made you look down at your stomach. You slowly pushed the plate of food in front of you away.

Travis walked away from the table you were sitting at and you only noticed your friend group heading towards your table when Chug sat across from you. “Here. Do you want this?” You were already sliding your plate across the table towards the chubby boy and smiled at him as he gobbled the food down. Maple sat down beside him and everyone else filed in as they found their places at the table.

“Were you not hungry?” Ashley asked as she watched you closely. Something had been up with you for a while and she wanted to ask but didn’t want to hurt or offend you by mentioning the changes that had been happening.

“I ate before and I’m not hungry right now.” You softly replied with a smile on your face. You ignored the pain in your stomach as you swallowed your desire to eat. It would all be worth it once you lost that weight. It would all be worth it when everyone stopped making fun of you for your stomach, your arms, your thighs, your body in general.

You smile awkwardly at your friends as you wrapped your arms around your stomach. It was a subconscious movement but Ashley and Todd noticed it. Todd reached a hand out and gently placed it on your back.

Ashley reached out to move your hair from your eyes. You shook your head and the hair moved but Ashley still moved it for you as it had fallen almost immediately back into place. “You know, I think you should eat something else. Maybe like a bag of chips?” Ashley gently tried to coax you into eating something and you crossed your arms over your chest.

“I don’t think I should. I don’t want my stomach to hurt.” Tension began rising at the table as your hand gripped the edge of your hoodie. Todd kept his hand on your back and gently patted it as Larry and Sal stared at you.

You pulled away from the table and heard Todd’s hand hit something as you grabbed your bag from the floor. You just wanted to leave and not be bothered with any of it anymore.

You found yourself hiding in the girls bathroom and felt somewhat proud of yourself. You would only be able to deal with one person at a time and so only Ashley would come to find you. You had closed and locked yourself into the third stall and held your breath when the door to the bathroom opened.

“R/n?” That was Larry’s voice. You were curious as to how he even managed to sneak past the teachers that usually guarded the bathrooms during the lunch hour. You closed your eyes for a moment and held your breath. You didn’t think Larry would’ve come into the women’s bathroom but you also didn’t think he would go and steal that stop sign that was in front of the police station. Maybe you needed to stop having faith in Larry and his ability to make decisions.

Not that your decision making was any better. You helped him almost steal a car at one point in time. It was Lisa’s but in the end, he managed to ask for the keys instead of just grabbing them. You stayed silent and lifted your feet off the ground. Larry had been smoking earlier that morning so you knew there was a high change he would completely overlook you.

You kept quiet and waited for him to leave. He would once he realized you weren’t in the bathroom. You heard the bathroom door close and you let a breath out as you smiled to yourself. You were at least smart enough to keep yourself hidden in the stall.

When you finally decided to exit, you had made a mental note of the window that was in the bathroom. You could probably fit out of it and when you did get out of the school, you’d immediately go home to find your bed. You silently opened the stall and squeezed out, feeling excitement fill your body when you seen the bathroom empty.

You could just go home and do whatever you felt like without having the judgement of anyone else. You were tired of Travis and on top for Travis, you were tired of your friends. They judged you for whatever you did in response to the constant bullying.

Your bag was draped across your shoulder and felt heavy as you looked at the window above the sinks. You could climb up onto the porcelain sink and then go out the window. You lifted yourself up onto the sink and pushed the window open. You threw your bag out the window and followed after it, groaning when you hit the ground.

You hurried away from the school and frowned when you felt genuine sadness fill you. You usually weren’t very sensitive and made sure to keep your emotions hidden. It wasn’t everyday that someone could manage to upset you.

You found yourself blindly walking down the concrete road and you tried to hide your excitement behind your blank face. You knew that you would be home and there was no telling what you would do once you got into the house. You could sleep, drink, smoke, literally anything you wanted to and there wouldn’t be a single person there to judge you.

You knew that you would most likely fall asleep once you got home but it was fun to think

You felt the wind blow a little harder and frowned at the realization that the weather probably wasn’t going to stay sunny.

“R/n?” Larry was somehow behind you. You turned around and stared at him with a look of pure shock.

“What the fuck?” You questioned as he laughed quietly.

“Yeah, I know you and I knew you would be trying to leave the situation instead of facing it.” Larry looked like he was disappointed in you which was ironic coming from him.

“You don’t know that. How do you know I didn’t start my period or maybe I got sick?” You crossed your arms over your chest and looked at the road. Larry just stared at you with the look Lisa would give when she caught y’all smoking together.

“R/n, everyone has noticed it. You haven’t been eating even when it’s just us, you don’t eat. I think Sal got you to eat a pack of crackers Saturday night. What’s wrong?” Larry wasn’t one to get mushy and make something about his emotions but apparently he could get mushy when it came to you and your eating habits.

“I… don’t think it’s any of your business what is going on with me. You should focus on yourself.” You turned away from Larry and kept walking down the road. You didn’t mean to be rude but you also didn’t think it was any of Larry’s business.

You wrapped your arms around yourself and quickened your pace as you just wanted to take a nap. You didn’t want Larry or any of the rest of them to question you or make you feel worse than Travis did.

You caught sight of the apartments and it made you feel slight comfort. That meant that you would be able to just lay in the comfort of your own room without the worries of Travis or literally anyone bothering you. You were real big on the not being bothered.

You stepped into the apartment building and was quick to step into the elevator. You watched the light in the elevator flicker as it came to a stop on your floor. The doors opened and you made a run for it, knowing Larry probably went to go get your friends.

He would bring them to the apartments and then… well, you didn’t know what would happen then. You locked your front door and went to lay on the couch, your eyes immediately closing once your body was on the couch.

You felt someone shake you aggressively and you swung your hand out, hitting something. You opened your eyes completely and sat up, confused. Your mom didn’t get off until ten that night and there was no way you just smacked her.

Larry was standing in front of you with a grimace on his face. “Didn’t expect you to hit me but man, you need to talk to me. I can help.” You stared blankly at Larry, a feeling of irritation building. Why did he care so much? It wasn’t like he understood what you were going through.

“Larry, please leave. I’m not in the mood to argue with you.” You whispered out as you stood up from the couch. “How the hell did you even get in here?” You stared at Larry with confusion as he held up the key that you gave him when the two of you became close friends. “Oh.” You whispered out.

Larry wrapped his arms around you and not even a few moments later, you were sobbing. Your face was shoved into his shoulder as you made sure he wouldn’t be able to see your face. Larry moved the two of you to the couch and you curled up on his lap.

You knew there was a possibility that you would get a noise complaint from the neighbor and Larry would end up going over there in the heat of the moment to confront them like he always did. “I just can’t do it anymore. I’m tired.” You sobbed out into his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You just wanted any form of comfort you could get even if it was physical touch.

“He is always making comments about my body and it’s been building up. God, I know I’m gross. I know I’m fat and my body looks disgusting but that doesn’t mean I need to constantly hear about how everyone finds me revolting.” You pulled away as Larry’s hand wrapped around your waist. His fingers had touched your stomach and you hated it.

“R/n, you’re not revolting. I’ve seen your stomach and your body in all it’s glory.” Larry made a small joke as he wrapped an arm around your waist. He wanted you to see yourself how he seen you. “I think you’re really pretty.” Larry softly spoke, hoping he wouldn’t scare you.

“I have stretch marks on my fucking body, Larry. Look at my body. Travis is right. He is handsome. He doesn’t have stretch marks and his arms don’t unnecessarily move when he does anything.” Your tears had stopped falling as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

“R/n… your body is normal. I have stretch marks from when I got taller. It just means your body grew which is normal, okay? And, your arms are normal too. Unless you constantly work on your arms, they’re going to be soft and move. It’s apart of being human.” Larry looked confused for a moment before he just nodded along with what he had said. You stared at him from across the room and the look on your face made him laugh.

“I’m sorry, but you look like you’re in disbelief.” Larry looked at you with the softest smile you’d ever seen before. Larry got off of the couch and wrapped his arms around you again. His chin was resting on your head and within a moment, you had forgotten about what Travis said.

You slapped Larry away and he looked at you with shock on his face. “Hey, who said all that shit to you, anyways?” You thought for a moment. If you told him the truth, he would try to fight Travis and you didn’t want that but if you didn’t tell him the truth, he would call you out on your bullshit.

“Travis but you can’t do anything to him! He don’t mean it.” You automatically latched onto Larry to prevent him from going to fight Travis. You knew if Larry didn’t fight Travis that day, he’d do it at school and get suspended or even expelled. He always was the impulsive one out of everyone.

“I knew that little fucker would start on you someday. I just didn’t think he’d leave Sal alone long enough to do it.” Larry grumbled as he sat down on your couch. You smiled nervously at him as you sat beside him.

“It doesn’t matter. Usually, I wouldn’t take it seriously but you know, I’ve heard it so much lately that I just feel like it’s true.” You shrugged your shoulders as you looked at Larry with a small smile. You wanted him to know that you could take it but it just built up. You wouldn’t have mentioned it any other time because you would be able to handle it then.

“Still, if I catch the little bitch making fun of you or your body again, I’ll fuck him up.” Larry made you laugh. Something about the situation was funny to you and you didn’t know what it was.

“Just leave him alone. It doesn’t matter.” You whispered out from beside Larry.

“It does though. You were just sobbing about how ugly you feel because of him and now, apparently you’re okay? I find that hard to believe.” Larry wasn’t a genius but he did know when something was up with you.

“Yeah. I think I’m okay now.” You commented as you moved to lay down on the couch. “This happens all the time. I’ll cry and feel terrible and then I feel better and it’s like, a cycle.” You murmured out as you closed your eyes.

“That’s… not normal.” Larry looked at you with a small frown before you gently kicked him in his stomach.

“I swear it doesn’t matter. It just hurt for a bit.” You whispered out quietly. You didn’t want to say anything else because if you did, Larry would make a good point.

“I don’t even know what to say anymore. I am telling Sal, though.” Larry looked at you with a small smile and that small smile made you feel internal panic.

“No, don’t tell Sal. He’s already got enough to worry about.” You pouted as you glared at Larry.

“Only if you let me punch Travis.” Larry commented as he began trying to fish something out of his pocket.

“Dude, no.” You sat up and crossed your arms. You were internally grateful that Larry was arguing with you as it calmed you. It made you feel so much better about the situation that had occurred.

Majority of the night was spent with the two of you bickering about what Larry would do to Travis the next day and cuddling. It was a relief that you didn’t have to think about what Travis said anymore. You knew Larry would fix the situation even if he had to do something you considered drastic. And with that, the two of you kept arguing even when you both thought you were done arguing.

[the-four-terrapins]

🐛 - An intense nightmare that made them wake up in a cold sweat with handsome Donnie please 😘💜

Good evening my dear Ashley. I've missed you.

An intense nightmare? A lot of my nightmares stem from my fear of letting my brothers down. Something I've done to get us captured or worst. I had this one a while ago, we had just moved into this house and I was setting up the security system and proximity sensors around the house so my mind was on trying to get all the blind spots covered. Make us safe. So my mind was all over the place.

My brothers and I were in the kitchen having dinner. Mike had just popped a bottle of something too sweet. He had just finished taking a big swig of it when suddenly the glass shattered, bursting the contents all over him. We all thought he had done something stupid so we were laughing telling him he had to clean it up. But his face, his face told another story. His eyes were wide as saucers and he opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out, nothing, until blood began to pour out. Then we saw it, the bullet hole in his chest. We didn't have time to react, we were focused on Mikey trying to make our brains work, to help him when we heard the window break and Raphael stumbled forward clutching his chest. He looked at me and asked why the sensors didn't work why I would let someone sneak up on us. I screamed, I screamed so loud Mikey woke me up slumped over my work bench. He looked so worried as I grabbed for him making sure the bullet hole wasn't there. Needless to say I didn't get much sleep that week making sure there were no blind spots.

[savage-rhi]

A Radom aeon fic please

Leon knelt before the unmarked tombstone, his fingers tracing the weathered texture at the bottom. He couldn't believe it had been six months since he left Valdelobos—six months since he saved Ashley and six months since he lost Luis.

A sigh he carried since morning finally left his chest while he furrowed his brows.

Leon knew he jumped the gun right out of the gate, allowed his personal biases to interfere with his judgments, and allowed himself to paint Luis with a broad brush, claiming he was as inhumane as the other bad guys who worked for Umbrella despite the fact that Luis had risked everything to help Ashley and him get out of hell in one piece. All the while, Leon had put his faith in people like Krauser, a man he had once considered a hero and trusted without question, and yet it was Krauser who chose to be a monster over doing what was right.

When Leon boiled it down, it wasn't Luis's physical loss that had haunted him all this time since then; it was guilt—the realization that he hadn't trusted Luis until it was too late. The understanding that he had lost an ally and, hell, maybe even a friend because he was too proud to admit that people, even the worst, could change for the better.

Shame washed over Leon as he rested his forearms on his knees, the sound of footsteps coming from behind breaking the silence. He didn't have to turn around because only one person could sneak up on him like that.

"Ada," he murmured calmly, keeping his eyes forward.

She said nothing at first, going through the motions as she placed a pack of cigarettes on the grave—the brand Luis was fond of.

Leon's chest tightened as his eyes lingered on the small box. A flash of Luis's smile briefly crossed his vision.

"He had poor taste," Ada softly teased, not bothering to ask Leon for permission as she lowered herself to the grass and sat beside him, her eyes focused on the grave. "That being said, the cigs aren't half bad once you get used to them."

Leon faintly smirked at the remark.

"I told him those things would kill him. Guess I was wrong there."

"You and me both."

"Have you been back to Valdelobos?" Leon asked though he wasn't sure why. Part of him wanted her to say no, but the other wanted closure even if he couldn't outright say it.

"No," Ada replied softly. "But I've heard things."

"What kind of things?"

"Not the kind a government agent would like," Ada said as a matter of fact. She paused for a moment, then continued. "Someone's been poking around the village, Leon."

"They with Umbrella?"

"No, but they're of the same class." Ada hesitated. "There's a rumor that a familiar face we know of is alive and well, last spotted on the outskirts before disappearing into the woods."

Leon frowned, finally turning to look at her. "That's impossible. We saw his body. Krauser—"

"Did we know Luis that well?" Ada cut him off as she met his eyes firmly. She glanced at the tombstone yet again as her voice lowered. "The man survived monsters, infection, and bullets for god knows how long before we arrived in the village. Do you really think a knife would be the end of him? Luis had secrets not even I knew of. Maybe he had a way out that we didn't know about."

"What are you getting at?"

"I'm going back to the village, Leon."

Leon didn't respond right away. He had his doubts about the whole thing, the very notion a dead man was alive and walking, yet he couldn't deny the conviction in Ada's tone, a rarity if there ever was one. She believed in her heart of hearts that something was going on.

"Think about it, Leon." Ada stood up and dusted off her hands, not paying heed to Leon watching her. "You know where to find me if you want to see this through. Who knows. The both of us may get closure. It's up to you."

Leon watched as Ada left, her words repeating in his mind. He turned back to the grave as his earlier thoughts of prejudice weighed heavier now. He had misjudged Luis once upon a time; what if he was wrong about Ada, too?

As much as Leon didn't trust her fully, he cared enough not to repeat the same mistake.

"Guess we'll see if you really did have an ace up your sleeve, Luis."

Leon sighed and shook his head, running a hand through his hair as he got up and followed after Ada. Whatever was to come, he'd return to the village with an open mind and heart this time.

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[coff-in]

Hmmm how about Ashley growing up with a childhood friend reader can be male or female your choice. Who after noticing that Ashley doesn't get to celebrate her birthday decides to start throwing ones for her. The first one they throw for her being a surprise party.

notes from coff-in: this is pretty short but it was really cute to answer!

[masc] reader-insert

this is very cute! i think andy might be jealous of [reader] when this happens but he's also happy that leyley's happy, you know? the first party could take place at school, maybe? i've never had birthday parties myself so i don't really know how they would work all too much. maybe [reader] over hears leyley asking nina and julia to come over for her birthday and when they decline her, [reader] is like "woah, i should throw her a party :D"

he'd ask andy when her birthday is and what her favorite flavor of cake is and what she would like as a gift. andy is happy that leyley has someone who seems to be actually interested in her as a friend. idk if mr and mrs graves let friends over, but [reader] would definitely sneak in to throw a surprise birthday party for leyley!! she would be like "woah! what the fuck!! this is for me?"

GODS SHE'D BE SO CUTE!!! smiling and laughing while eating cake (a proper cake!) and opening up a gift. this is so cute, my heart!!! she would also get on [reader]'s ass whenever her birthday comes around after this, too. she's keeping [reader] close to her for now on, that's for sure.

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coff-in

[disventure-rewrite-takes]

to celebrate the blog being back up (that was honestly a scary few hours lol), I have another take!

maybe I missed it, but in S1, did anyone actually mention a lack of animals in the woods and whatnot? I feel like if they did, it was such a small and glossed over detail that I never noticed. hence my idea for a rewrite: someone, especially a character like Ashley, Lill, or Gabby, mentions that they haven't seen as many animals as would be reasonable for an active forest. this gets mentioned more and more often as the show progresses, but when someone tries to tell Derek or Trevor, they get a lame "explanation" and have their complaints brushed off. hence leading into the Gabby and Tom investigation plot, which is also shown on screen more; them sneaking around, finding out about Jensen, etc.

idk I think it would be cool, and add some much-needed substance to that plotline.

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i dont remember anyone talking about it,, tbf my memory is bad but anyways we should definitely have them talk about it (more)