When Sanemi Finally Broke The News About Having A Wife, Many Of His Colleagues Seemed Almost… Worried

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This one has a nsfw ver. too! The link to it is on my Twitter!

(ohshc smut request)

Can I request submissive!tamaki suoh x dominate!fem!reader smut headcanons please?? :DD -🐶

signing off with an emoji cause it’s cute lolol

Hello Puppy Anon! Here is your smut!

Warning: SMUT!

Bad Boy (Tamaki Suoh x Dom!Fem!Reader) SMUT!

“Now, Tamaki, What did I say about being a bad boy?” You spoke sternly as your fingertips tickled their way up the blonde’s legs as they shook under the feather light touches.

“T-that I'd be punished.” Magenta eyes follow your figure as you stalk around the bed, eyeing the naked, pale body that squirmed under your own lust filled gaze.

“And what did you do to deserve being punished?” You asked, your voice lowering to a new sultry level which caused the blonde to shiver with anticipation.

“I…” Tamaki gasped as a finger circled the head of his dick, causing the engorged mushroom tip to ooze precum.

“You…. what?”

“I… I touched myself without permission, Miss.” Tamaki whined as you withdrew your finger, licking the small bead of sweet and salty stickiness off your finger.

“That’s right. You directly disobeyed an order.” You spoke as you grabbed something from the dresser drawer. Once you had the item in your hand, you slowly walked back to the blonde sitting on his knees on the king sized bed. His eyes widened as you showed him the little toy in your hand. “Now, I’m going to put this pretty little ring on you, and I’m going to fuck myself on your cock. Purely for my own pleasure and if you can be a good boy until I’m satisfied, then maybe I’ll let you cum. Understand?” You spoke directly into his ear as you slid the lavender vibrating cockring right down to the base of the beautiful dick, making sure it was good and snug. Don’t want any accidents.

“Y-yes, M-Miss.” Suddenly, with all your strength, you pushed Tamaki onto his back. Straddling his hips and placing your hands firmly on his chest, you line yourself up and start sinking onto the thick girth. Tamaki let out the most pornographic moan, finally having some stimulation. The hour long torture you put him through finally disapating as the warmth of your wet walls enclosed around him.

Finally fully seated, you looked him right in the eyes, “No fucking touching.” Starting a brutal pace, Tamaki moaned loudly, his hands fisting in the satin sheets beneath him until his knuckles turned white. “So fucking big, baby.” You groaned as you bounced, nails digging into pale flesh. “You're doing so good baby boy, being so good now.” You threw your head back as the tip of the cock stuffed inside you hit that soft spot that made you see stars. You bounced faster in Tamaki’s lap, his thighs clenching and the small patch of hair at the base of his dick rubbed deliciously against your throbbing, neglected clit.

“P-please, M-miss! L-Let me t-touch you!” Tamaki groaned, his pupil blown eyes stared directly into yours, full of nothing but lust and love and admiration. Feeling the coil inside tighten, you nodded your head.

“You can touch me now. Make me cum, Tamaki!” One hand now firmly planted on your hip, the other one rubbed your swollen nub bringing you higher to the awaiting climax. “Tamaki!” You shouted as your vision went white and your whole body shook as your orgasm took over.

“P-Please! L-let me cum! I’ve been a good boy! I’ve been a good boy!” Tamaki begged as tears streamed down his rosy, flushed cheeks. Sliding off the still throbbing dick you slid the ring off.

“Cum for me baby.” As soon as the ring was off, Tamaki let it all out. Many ropes of glimmering white semen spewed from the swollen head, landing on his own chest as well as your own bust. “Such a good boy.” You cooed as Tamaki came down from his high. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled you down to the bed and snuggled up to you. “Sleep.” You told him as his eyes drew closed and his labored breathing even out. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

solar flares & soft lips

𝆹⭒ re4r!leon kennedy x gn!reader

⏜ ‎ ◯𝆹⭒ synopsis — teaching leon how to apply skincare before he leaves for a mission is a domestic setting you both need. when he comes home, he finds he missed it more than he thought.

𝆹⭒◯ ⏜ content — fluff, i wrote this very very sleep deprived, post and pre re4r, no uses of [name], tried a different writing style i think, this is just really soft, leon is a rich man

⏜ ‎ ◯𝆹⭒ word count — 1.4k

𝆹⭒◯ ⏜ note — i love leon kennedy so much :( literally so so in love with him. this was so soft i love it

𝆹⭒ masterlist

When Leon first saw you doing your skincare routine, he found it unneccessary. Luxuries, even ones as simple as skincare items, were scarce in his house. Despite him owning a mansion, the inside was bare. It only looked decorated from the outside— A husk.

Leon was on the move most of the time. Settling down was an odd feeling. Adrenaline pricking his skin, waiting for the next time he’d have to move. Especially on missions. He’s accustomed to carrying around only what was necessary. He discarded what wasn’t, leaving him with few items. 

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Hard to Get | Dad Sanemi

One thing about babies is the fact that they are either very snuggly or they want nothing to do with you. That was something Sanemi learned the hard way, as his little daughter began her rebellious phase and no longer wanted her daddy’s cuddles.

“You’re a little brat.”

He crossed his arms, trying to look upset with her but the grin on her face was melting his heart. She was clever, she knew she was cute, and she knew damn well her daddy was a sucker for her. “She takes after you, Nemi.”

You grinned at him, watching your baby happily toddle towards you with open arms. “Yeah? Bull! I don’t play hard to get.” His cheeks puffed, pouting sadly as he watched your little girl snuggled into your embrace.

“You? Don’t play hard to get? Sure, Sanemi.” You scooped her up, rocking her like she was tiny again just to hear her little giggles. “I don’t play hard to get, you’re crazy!” Sanemi was standing his ground, which wasn’t surprising. You only rolled your eyes in response, kissing your daughter's head before setting her down.

"Our daughter is a carbon copy of you, my love." You nearly sang it, laughing softly as she toddled toward Sanemi's open arms before quickly bouncing out of his reach again.

"You little-" Sanemi's face had morphed into one of amusement as he moved from a sitting position to a crouch. Your daughter's giggles turned to tiny shrieks of laughter as her father crept towards her.

You watched as your husband slowly chased your little girl, her tiny little legs carrying her as fast as she could write into your open embrace. "I can't save both of us from daddy." You're laughing with her now, scooting backward as Sanemi dramatically stalks towards the two of you. "I'll give you a five-second head start."

Taking the bait, you scooped your little girl up and bounded from the living room. It wasn't rare for you to play "chase", the two of you finding your little girl's laughter to be worth it every time.

You bounded off the engawa and into your lush backyard as Sanemi finished counting and followed after the two of you. You both probably looked crazy to anyone who would be passing, but your little girl's happy shrieks of laughter would get the point across.

"Gotcha!" Sanemi grinned triumphantly after a few minutes of chasing you, arms wrapping around your waist and falling to the grass dramatically. You were panting, melting into his chest as your little girl sat up on your stomach.

"Gain! ah-gain!" she babbles, the smile on her face making her little cheeks look even squishier as she stares down at her tired parents. "Again?" Sanemi sighed, one hand raising to block out the sun as he looked at her. He could feel you laughing, the back of your head bouncing slightly where it lay on his chest.

"You heard her, Nemi."

Shigaraki is so pathetic he’s able to cum untouched just from kiss

shared seat (nsfw)

fem!reader x loser!shigaraki

cw: dacryphilia, premature ejaculation, mutual pining, desperation, cowgirl, multiple orgasms, no use of y/n (blank name space instead!!), tomura is a mega computer nerd, reader plays dumb kinda, some light hurt/comfort i guess?? making out, afab/fem reader, implied virgin shiggy :)

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naturally.

you have tomura in the palm of your hand. every time you walk by him, brush against him awkwardly, tap his shoulder to get his attention, it sends sparks through his touch-starved limbs and makes him dizzy. every night, he begs and pleads for you to come into his room, even just to sit in there. he wants you in whatever way he can, to see you, smell you, touch you, hear you. gods, of course he wants to taste you, but he's learned the hard way to take whatever he can get.

so when you knock on his door and ask him to teach you how to sort out your PC and mod a few games, his heart lurches in his chest. of course, of course he will. he trudges behind you to your bedroom, watching your ass jiggle lightly in the dingy sweatpants you stole from him a few months back. he takes a deep breath before sitting in your desk chair, immediately clicking through PILES of random trash files and download files.

"_______" he starts sternly, brow already furrowed at the sight. "have you not been deleting the download files after you download a mod?"

you shake your head. "won't that delete the mod?" you lean on your desk next to him, uncomfortably close to him. he smells the conditioner in your hair, your sweet perfume. he tightens his gloved grip on your mouse as he shakes his head and tidies your desktop up.

"fucking idiot" he mumbles as he clears a few gigabytes from the system, "this is why it's so slow, stupid". you giggle and mumble, "ohhhhhh" under your breath.

who's to say you didn't know that. who's to say you just wanted an excuse to have him in your room, huffing at your desk, having his scent fill the room and his frustrations cloud your thoughts. but he didn't have to know that.

he keeps clicking through folders, and you nudge the chair. he turns to face you and you mindlessly sit in his lap, telling him "let me in", spinning the chair back to face the desk.

his breath hitches as your plush ass presses against his dirty pajama pants and half-hardened cock. you watch the pointer on the screen as he sorts through different game files, his breathing unsteady in your ear. you giggle as he groans at the unnecessary folders and shortcuts.

"why...dude, what's with all the sims mods?" he asks, voice filled with genuine concern as he clicks into the mods folder. you panic and spring up, sending the chair back a bit with him still in it. your ass is directly in his face as you scramble, closing the folder.

tomura's eyes widen and he forgets the folder entirely for a moment as your shirt rides up, the small of your back exposed, the waistband of your underwear pulled slightly above the baggy sweats. he starts again and rolls his eyes.

"dipshit, just let me make sure there aren't duplicates, okay?" he pulls you by the waist into him again, your ass falling back onto him. he closes his eyes for a moment to regulate his thoughts.

the mods folder flashes back open. he scrolls through hundreds of mods, your body tensing as he pauses and reads through them all.

"what the hell are you doing to those poor sims" he laughs nervously as his cock grows tighter against you. you grimace as he closes out of it and goes into the save files folder.

he stops when he notices his name front and center, paired with yours.

he nods and stays silent, and you readjust in his lap. your eyes gloss over, unable to confront the clear tension between you two as you shift, his free arm lacing around your waist slowly, holding you tightly as he tries his best to hold back.

he closes out of the tabs and sits on the blank screen for a moment, clearing his throat.

"did...you need me to do anything else here?" he leans forward with you a bit, greedily inhaling your scent again as he awaits a response.

"hm...yeah, can you help me set my new speakers up? they won't connect for some reason." any excuse to keep him here.

"hmph. yeah, sure" he bites his lip and scoots the chair in, opening the program.

"they're plugged in, right?" he asks, and you nod.

"mhm, i'm not that dumb" you playfully lean back, your face all-too-close to his. he rolls his eyes and hums to himself as your weight presses more against him, and he's painfully trying to conceal how hard he is. if you don't stand, maybe you won't notice. he's so fucking close already, he's afraid any small movement will ruin it all.

you lean forward to turn the dial on the speaker and his breath hitches. he twitches in his pants and feels the moisture beading from his tip, hissing lowly to himself as you readjust again.

"jesus, _________. can you figure your shit out" he snips, and you laugh. he groans as he twitches again, dangerously close to finishing right here.

"sorry" your words come out as a whisper as he grips you closer now, his fingers tracing the exposed skin under your shirt as he fiddles around with the settings. you smile as he touches you.

you take it one step too far when you scoot back into him, using his thigh to steady yourself. as you grind into him, he loses control and feels himself cumming sporadically in his fleecy pants. he shakes against you, his head falling into your shoulder as he crumbles underneath you. he nearly crushes your brand new mouse as his hands clench, his uncovered fingers digging into your midriff. he shakes as you feel the moisture seeping from the material, leaking onto the back of your own pants. you don't dare to speak a word, you refuse to ruin it for him.

you go to look at him, but his head is still pressed against your shoulder, his baby blue hair draped over you. his breathing is slowing now, but he's still shaking.

"i'm sorry" he shudders before you can say anything. you grab his hand, still slung across your legs, and squeeze it.

"tomu, it's okay" you comfort him quietly as he continues to shake. you stand and he plants his face into his hands, soft tremors coming from the pale man.

you flip the armrests of the chair up and wrap your legs around him, facing him now. you stroke his hair gently and coax him to look up, his cherry eyes teary and glossed.

you kiss him gently, feeling the tears still running down his cheek. his lips are rough, but they taste like candied apples, and you hold his face in your hands as he falls into the kiss shakily.

as you pull away, he sniffles.

"i'm sorry" he repeats, and looks back down.

you kiss his head, his soft hair tickling your face. he wraps his arms around you and presses his face into you, his tears soaking the front of your shirt. you shush him and brush his hair back. you comfort him best as possible, but feel him hardening underneath you again.

"c'mon" you stand from the seat again, and take his hand. you bring him to the bed, and he sits slowly. you wipe the tears from his cheeks, and he shakes his head.

"why?" he asks quietly, and you kiss his nose, "why aren't you mad at me?".

you tug him into you, kissing him. he moans into the kiss this time, his cock tenting again. your mind swirls with thoughts of him inside of you, making him shiver and cum and whine. why would you be mad at him, your sweet pathetic leader?

no one else would ever see him like this. maybe it played a part in your arousal, knowing that this display was solely for you. that his orgasm was because of you. that he was crying because he was afraid he upset you. your scary, villainous, domineering leader was crying in your room, cock twitching desperately against his minecraft pj pants, because he just came from you sitting in his lap.

the heat between your legs swells as your tongue presses into his mouth, tasting the same sugary sourness from before. his tongue slides forcefully into your mouth, his saliva mixing with yours. he palms aggressively at his erection, trying to push it down nervously before you tug him by his sweater, pulling him on top of you. he instinctively grinds down into you, and as you feel him press against your clothed sex, you moan.

the heavy petting stresses you out. you can't keep kissing him and touching him without feeling him inside of you. tomura's eyes are half-lidded and hungry as you shove him back, and he looks at you nervously for a moment before you pull your pants off, urging him to do the same. he throws the pants off the bed, his cock springing free and tapping against his stomach. the knot in your stomach pulls deeper as you gaze upon the soft sky-blue tuft of hair leading down to his dick, his breathing ragged as you pull yourself on top of him again. you grind down, and he moans as the wetness soaking through your underwear squishes on his admirable length.

he's ready to cum again already, and you can tell from the way he grinds into you from below. you shift your underwear off, awkwardly shimmying as he helps you. he doesn't seem to care as he tugs at the garment, his hands exploring your curves with a greedy grip. as his cock rubs against you, you kiss him, coating him with the slick heat. you help position him against your tight hole, and he thrusts it in, stretching you with a snap. you throw your head back from the sensation and steady yourself for a moment before rocking back and forth, his moans and huffs growing louder. you ride him slowly at first, helping you adjust to his size, and he watches you bounce on him with a feverish daze. he grabs at your shirt and you allow him to bring it up over you, throwing it mindlessly. his hoodie comes off next, yanking haphazardly as you continue to grind and bounce on him. he bites his lip as he cums again, not holding anything back as the sticky seed coats your insides. you don't stop, feeling yourself growing closer. his orgasm brings you even further, and you gyrate your hips against him, his soft hair creating a friction against your clit that is fucking unimaginable. you moan and cry out, chasing the orgasm. you squeeze against him, the searing pain from being stretched before now replaced by a deep craving from the pit of your sex, needing more and more of him to fill you up. his pitiful whining grows in volume as his cock re-hardens inside of you quickly, and his hands grip against your hips and he thrusts from below as you slam down into him, furthering the sensation as his tip nudges your cervix. as you both rock into each other, your climax rushes over you, flooding his cock with a deep heat that sends him over the edge for the third time. tears brim his eyes again as he sprays your cunt with more pearly fluid, and your body shakes as you clench and rub the end of your orgasm out on him. your chest heaves as you both finish, and you fall on top of him with his dick still throbbing inside of you. he whines out and kisses you, tangling his fingers in your hair. the aftershock of your orgasm sends shivers through your body, and you pull yourself off of him. you already miss the feeling of him stuffing you with his cock, but he's spent. he shakes and squeezes his eyes shut, his legs and arms splayed out, vibrating.

you kiss his cheek and reach for something to help him clean up. you grab your shirt and wipe him off, and he frowns.

"didn't have to do that" he chokes out, and you shrug.

"i could never be mad at you, tomura" you say to him as you find clean clothes. as you dress, he drags a blanket over himself.

he nods and doesn't speak again for a moment. you climb in next to him, and he smiles weakly.

"promise?"

you nod. "pinky promise" you lace your fingers with his, the gloves brushing against your soft skin.

the two of you lay together in silence, growing more and more tired with each passing minute. you won't send him back to his room, you'd rather keep him here as long as possible. even if it was left unsaid, you loved him, and you spent every day worrying which day might just be the last. especially with the league growing in infamy, the unknown became scarier every day. but for right now, it felt more than okay. and for right now, you'd rather spend the time with him like this than having to worry about your futures.

"so what's up with that save file on the sims?" his voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you groan.

"i think the next thing im gonna ask you how to teach me is hiding folders".

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thank you for the ask <3 yummy yummy suggestion!!!!!! 🩷🩷🩷

inexperienced leon kennedy

thinking about inexperienced leon being the sweetest boyfriend ever, not wanting to push your boundaries or make sure you don’t feel pressured to take the relationship to the next step. even though you have had plenty of nasty sex. leon still wanted it to be special for you, too.

you two would be making out on the bed, so sure that tonight would be the night. the night he was going to give you everything you wanted. everything he had. the anticipation between the two of you has been building up for months, he was like a present you finally get to unwrap.

after shedding off each article of clothing leon could feel his arousal getting almost too much to bear. your teasing touches, the way you take care of him and guide him. he could feel his heart practically jump out of his chest while he gently caressed your naked body, taking in every detail so he could never forget.

but you two had waited long enough.

he positioned himself in between your legs, his aching cock sliding in between your slick folds felt so good, so so good. leon wanted to keep that feeling going so he continued to rub himself along your slick folds, watching as your slick coated his length. it was all too overwhelming for him to handle. before he knew it, his body was reacting before he could, and hot sticky cum starts shooting out of his cock.

leon whimpered and gasped as he watched himself spill all over your swollen clit. “i-i’m sorry. i couldn’t control myself,” he stammers in embarrassment, but you found it oh so hot that he couldn’t contain himself. your boyfriend thought that he had ruined the night…

when it had just begun.

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Mr. Parasite

Dark!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, dirty talk, dark!Leon, stalker!Leon, daddy kink, non-con touching, dub-con, DARK content, kidnapping, stalking, drinking, perv!Leon, choking, fingering, threats, dracryphilia, watching porn, masochism, mentions of knife play, unhinged behavior, p in v, creampie, reader is 18+, horror movies, takes place in the 90s yikes

A few days ago you had snuck out with a bottle of smirnoff and your new bikini to the motel pool. A handsome stranger approached you -you never caught his name. But his slight drawl, a head of blonde hair and a red blooded smile made your belly feel even warm. When he sat by the pool to watch you swim you got sloshed way quicker then you’d planned. Sipping in between shy glances and giggles. It felt nice to have an older guy look at you like that. Until you woke up in his motel room, kidnapped. 

Wrote this while listening to Parasite by Siiickbrain.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ♡ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ When you heard the man come back into the motel room you lifted your head from your knees.  You had curled up in the very corner with your back to the wall for security. The stale air of the room burned in your nostrils. Your eyes were itchy and red from crying. 

A week ago you were on a family vacation, a roadtrip through different tourist traps and landmarks. A week ago you were grumpy in the back seat, staring out the window at the endless stretch of dry, caramel colored desert on either side of you. Wishing you were back home with your phone cord coiled around your finger. Giggling with your friends on your messy bed, doodling hearts in a dELIA*s catalog. Wishing you were back on the lip of the tub painting your toes, as you waited for your annoying kid brother to get off the tv. 

A few days ago you had snuck out with a bottle of smirnoff and your new bikini to the motel pool. The cool night air had lapped at your skin, made you feel tingly and warm when the alcohol hit your belly. A handsome stranger, he never said his name, came up to you with his slight drawl, a head of blonde hair and a red blooded smile. It made your belly feel even warmer when he sat by the pool to watch you swim. You got sloshed way quicker then you’d planned, sipping in between shy glances and giggles. It felt nice to have an older guy look at you like that. With interest, with something like desire. 

Until you woke up in his motel room, kidnapped. 

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Leon took a seat on the edge of the bed looking down at you. “You’re really such a cutie. Can’t tell you how much fun I had taking you away from mommy and daddy. I’m sure they're all worried sick, probably calling the police or something.” He leaned down to your level, making you jerk back. “Do you think they’ll bring the police dogs trying to sniff out your scent? Do you think they’ll go ‘arf! arf!” He sneered, cooing at you condescendingly. 

Your eyes widened then narrowed at him. Even though tingling fear washed over you, you grit your teeth. “Sick bastard.” 

Leon grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked it so you faced him. “Aw, is the little princess getting upset with me? You can try to hurt my feelings but you can’t say I’m not a fun sick bastard. How else am I supposed to get my kicks if I don’t kidnap little bitches like you?” he played up his mocking words with a sinister chuckle. “Now get over here and let daddy have his fun.”

Your hands were shot out to hold your roots as he dragged you up to the bed by your hair. Wincing hard, you glared at your kidnapper. You wanted to spit in his damn face, feeling stupid for not realizing how empty his eyes were back at the pool “Daddy? You’re fucking gross.”

“Hey calm down now, princess. I think you need to listen to what daddy’s telling you. You don’t want him to get angry, do you?” Leon reached down to push you back onto the bed, looming over you. “This won’t take long, I promise I’ll take you home, so behave, okay?”

You scoffed at him, a paper tiger flashing its teeth at him. You were shivering in your white bikini, the fabric was tacky and uncomfortable from a week of wearing it. Your skin felt cold and dingy. You scurried back on the bed when he tried to lean over you. Your heart pounding hard in your chest. 

“Now, now princess.” Leon chided, grabbing your arm and pulling you close so he could sit his entire weight down on your legs. “I need cooperation, so don’t go wasting daddy’s patience by being difficult. Just lay down, sweetheart. Don’t be scared, I'm not gonna hurt you too bad or anything.” 

A lie. A total lie. A buzzer in the back of your head was going crazy, alarm bells ringing off. This guy was a complete and utter liar. His deep voice smooth as leather as he pretended to be soothing.  He tipped your chin with his hand to divert you as he pulled down your bikini top. Exposing your breasts to him. Leon groaned in pleasure at the way your breath caught, fear curling in your chest. “There we go, princess.” he let the flimsy strings fall away. “Look at those pretty little tits, god- You're probably a tiny bit grown up from the last time I saw you, aren't you?” He smirked. 

Your face darkened in humiliation, suddenly your cheeks felt like they were on fire. Your hands gripped at your top uselessly, trying to keep it up. Your breathing kicks into overdrive. He was too quiet as he let you fight to keep yourself covered. He didn’t do anything else yet, your embarrassment treat enough for now. “What;s your real name, pretty? I know you didn’t give me an honest answer last time we talked.” His fingers gripped your jaw roughly, digging into the hinge, making it open for him. “Let’s hope you're smarter than you look this time around.”

His fingers were digging your cheeks into your molars through the skin, you swallowed thickly. His smile was full of venom, and you wanted to cry. How did he know you were lying? “...It’s Jane.” you lied again. He already got you to a second location, you were as good as a jane doe now. If he believed you this time or not, Leon didn’t show it. His eyes flitted between yours, studying you. 

“Jane, huh? I think I’ll just keep calling you princess, Jane.” Leon rolled the fake name around in his mouth like chewing tobacco before he spat it out after use. He turned your head side to side, appraising you. “Now, Princess or Jane -whatever, what exactly were you doing by yourself at a motel pool in the middle of the night? You didn’t think that was a dangerous thing to do, or?”

“Uhm, I was just swimming.”

“Why were your parents not with you?” his fingers worked on slowly peeling off your bikini top, not letting you hide further. “Or did you slip your little leash, Jane? Did you wander off and do things you're not supposed to?” Your kidnapper seemed to give a knowing chuckle at that.

 “You really should be more careful, Jane. That’s how you get into trouble, you know.” He was smiling, sounding like a concerned bystander, like he had saved you from yourself. He repeated the fake name like a hammer to a nail in your coffin. 

You felt a flush of anger, your eyebrow furrowed. You had just wanted to swim and drink a little! A few moments away from your dad sawing logs in his sleep. A few moments from the annoying little ping ping ping of your brothers gameboy as he stayed up late beside you, the screen like a lamp light under his blankets. Your nostrils flared at this asshole’s condescension. Like it was your fault he snatched you! “Yeah well, I wasn’t expecting a psycho like you to be out there.” 

“A psycho?” Leon raised an eyebrow, yanking your top off and tossing it aside. “Whose the one who decided it was a good idea to swim and drink in the dead of night with no one around to watch you? That’s what I call a psycho, Jane. You're a psycho. I was lucky finding your stupid little ass.” Leon snorted, with an accusatory snarl of his lips. He sounded delusional, his hand pawing at your ribs as he tried to laugh it off. But you felt a little win that you’d gotten him to crack from his smug act. You could tell deep down there was a rift in his bravado. Something very insecure and pathetic underneath. “How old are you again?”

“How old are you?” you snapped back, sneering at him. Your throat felt raw and tight, like a small dog that had been yapping all day. 

“I’m 34.” he chuckled, “guess that makes me an old man in your eyes, huh?” His hands moved to one of your breasts, shaking his head. He squeezed and kneaded your breast, pushing his fingers into the fat of it harshly. He sounded like he was talking to himself at this point. You became blurry, only your tits clear as day in his mind. “What should I do with these? Should I squeeze these pretty tits til they're sore? What would little Princess [redacted] do then?”

Your eyes went wide, your stomach dropped as your kidnapper said your real name. You hadn’t told him what your real name was. Your blood ran cold as you tried to say something. 

Goosebumps raised over your arms as he grabbed and squeezed your breasts. You were frozen, heart thumping in your chest. Your name…you heard it but it was like your brain had refused to believe it. Leon’s lips moved around the letters and sounds, but your ears just rang. Drowning out the world. 

“W-what?”

“Oh that’s right princess. I know everything about you.” He dragged his eyes away from your chest, realizing his slip up. Your kidnapper laughed it off casually. “You know me too, I think you just need a little help remembering who it is that’s making the demands here. So I'll be a nice boy and help you remember.” Leon’s other hands joined the first to squeeze your breast together and watch them bounce when he let go. Over and over, kneading at them like stress toys, he sighed heavily. “I have to say, these are the best things you could have ever done for me, doll, they really are cute.” 

You felt a sick chill run down your spine as he said your name again. He talked about your breasts like you’d grown them for him, that you’d consciously made the choice for them to fit perfectly in his large hands. It made your stomach churn. You wanted to bat his hands away, kick, scream. “How do you know my name?” 

“I know everything about you.” he repeated with a rough squeeze, “I know your parents, I know the things you're interested in, I know about the people in your life. I know the name of your first pet, so sad when it ran away hm?” he soothed his hands over your nipples, feeling them grow tight against his palms. Leon let out a shaky breath of anticipation at finally getting at you after all this time. You felt your stomach dip as he just…kept going. He relayed details about your life. Intimate details. That a man you happened to meet a week ago shouldn’t have known. You could barely register his groping hands, your own fingers shook.

“Who…who are you?”

You wanted to cry. 

Uproarious laughter rose from his belly. “You don’t know, do you? Did you forget already, princess? I know you aren't that stupid. And I think I’ll just keep squeezing these and playing with those cute nipples till you remember who I am.” He brushed his thumbs over your nipples, bruxism making your jaw pop. He grinned as he spoke, voice light and playful like this wasn’t sick. “I know you know, come on now don’t make me have to pop you in the jaw. Try to remember.” 

“We’ve never met before the pool, I don’t know you.” You initiated, shaking your head. Your eyes staring up at your kidnapper’s strong features. His voice like gravel in your ears. You feel dizzy, breaths leaving quicker then you could suck in air. Your body writhing under him seated atop you. The hot ache in between your legs making you unable to sit still any longer. 

“Silly, silly girl. Of course we’ve met before. I’ve been watching you for a very, very long time.” Leon shook his head, gaze on your taut nipples as he rolled them between his fingers. Tone gentle, but fingers rough as he gave them a tug. “Don’t make daddy mad now. Spare yourself the trouble. I know you know who I am.”

Leon’s had reached down and began to drag your bikini bottoms down. Your hand flew out to stop him. Thighs pressed tight together. Your wide doe eyes wild and scared. You felt frustrated and confused. Your brain was reeling and his hands were not helping.You shook your head, willing your brain to think. Because you had no idea who this man was! He laughed at this, hand stopping just over your mound, he wasn’t going to let you stop him from taking your bottoms off. He could see your white swimsuit sticking to your pussy already. You probably didn’t even realize how wet you were already. 

Leon was giddy as he watched your face twist and turn the color of a heart shaped lollipop. He finally wrangled your bottoms out of your hand and slipped those off too. A gruff sound leaving his throat as he looked at your dripping cunt, clit swollen like someone had been sucking on it. Leon wanted to smack it til you cried. His tenor grew lower. More husky, less patient. “I’ve watched you, darlin’, many, many times. We’ve met more than once. Do you understand me?”

Your eyes scanned his face, hands clutched over your body. You sniffled, eyes big and watery. You shivered in the motel room air, the static of the crt tv sounded deafening in the silence. His hands slid up your legs, ignored you clit to cup your tits again. Realization dumped a bucket of cold water on your head. “You’re…” you tried to find your voice, “You're the guy from the video rental place…” 

You didn’t recognize him at first. It had been years. His hair looked different, longer. His face was more rugged and matured. Your heart sank. You knew him. But only in passing. When you ‘d rent horror movies with your friends at the video store. 

Leon barked a laugh, with a big grin. He spoke slow and sickeningly sweet, mocking you. “That's right, princess. I am the guy from the video rental place. Good girl, you're starting to remember now. Now…I don’t want you to tell me any more lies, okay? Daddy will handle everything..” 

His thumbs circled with your nipples, making you arch up off the bed. Your fingers gripped the sheets hard, grinding your teeth as little noises came out of you. “okay , okay fuck- yes, I remember you!” you whined pitifully. Your breathing grew shorter and shorter. The motel sheets were scratchy and uncomfortable against your back. Leon stopped laughing, his expression settling into a cold smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He almost sounded proud as he praised you. Dipping his mouth to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. “Can you tell me something, princess?” he asked, drawing his tongue over the hard bud. Making you jerk.

“What?”

“What’s your favorite horror movie?” Leon held his hand up to your cheek, his fingerless gloves warm with your body heat. You almost got whiplash from how fast you jerked your head away from the soft touch. Leon didn’t seem to care. When you didn’t answer, too busy biting down on your tongue to stop the moans rising up. “Come on now, can you really not think of your favorite movie right now? I know it’s a tough questions, but daddy really wants to know.” 

Your words choked in your throat as Leon swapped to your other nipple with a wet pop. He was sucking too hard, it ached. His grip tightened on your tits. “Uh, s-scream?”

“Oh princess, that’s not the right answer.” He patronized, smile slipping off his face. His playful tone turned stern and disappointed. Fear curled like a pin worm in your heart. It was impossible to think until he pulled away and pinched your nipples roughly. “Try again. What’s your favorite movie?” 

You whimpered, “it’s- it’s Misery.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear, princess. That’s a good one. You’ve got good taste in horror…for a little girl.” his grip loosened somewhat, Leon pulled away with a devious grin. You could feel the rush and tingle of his touch still. “It’s funny, that’s your favorite movie, because you're kind of living it right now. Misery it is.”

Leon got up, dropping down into the motel room chair in the corner. Flicking on the crt tv and flipping through channels without another word. Shucking off his leather jacket and gloves. 

Your shoulders slumped to the bed in relief. Trying to calm your ragged breaths. Your eyes followed him around the room, the tv filled the room with a high pitch noise. You sat up carefully, chest feeling puffy and sore. “W-what are you doing?”

“Just turning on a show. Oh my god, this one is such a bad movie.” Leon laughed at an action film. flipping channels one after the other, throwing out casual comments. Finally landing on a horror movie. He made a big sigh of satisfaction, “ah now that’s more like it.”

You raised an eyebrow, your heart beating out of its chest a few moments ago was now squeezing tight. You felt awkward, he was acting so casual, like it was just another day. You bit your lips, looking at the movie on the screen, the picture jumping occasionally as the cable was spotty all the way out here in the desert. You curled in on yourself, watching your kidnapper carefully. He looked a bit older, with a little smirk on his face. His muscular body relaxed with his thighs spread wide in the motel chair. 

“Come here.” he motioned with two fingers. 

Your belly swooped as you approached him, cautious as a cat. Standing awkwardly by his chair, shifting your weight between your feet. You kept your naked body, half turned away from him. 

Leon scooted himself up in his chair to make room for you between his legs. His head propped up on his hand. You realized what he wanted and you grimaced. There was barely any room there, you’d have to sit on his lap. You turned away as you saw his hand not so subtly adjust his cock in his pants. “I won't hurt ya. hurry up and come sit, princess.”

You settled slowly, and reluctantly into Leon’s lap. Something like sufferance filled your stomach like lead. A dark twist in your gut told you that by taking a seat atop your kidnappers knee you were settling yourself into something much more sinister than just the lap of this parasite. 

Leon falls quiet for a while he even keeps his hands on the armrests the whole time. You don’t dare turn to check if he’s actually watching. Your back is straight as an arrow. You're tense and self conscious of the way your ass is practically on his dick. It’s not even hard, Leon is just hung. His jeans are full of him. The tv lulls you into relaxing a little after about an hour. It's getting hard to keep the rigid posture up. Leon’s breathing is soft behind you, almost like he’s dozed off. It’s like he has a sixth sense, soon your eyes drift to the motel room door, his hand is reaching up to pet your hair. Running his fingers through the tangles in it, sending tingles through your scalp at how gentle it feels. 

When you sigh and tip your head back a little, his hand slides to your thigh. His hand gripping the dough of your inner thigh, his thumb rubbing. You refuse to look, but you feel the way it's stroking your thigh. Getting closer and closer to your pussy. Your hands grip your knees hard when his thumb traces your clit. The movie has ended and a new one starts. You stare at a woman being chased by a psycho guy on the screen. It’s not one you’d ever seen before. Looks low budget. You will the hair trigger that is your arousal away. 

He’s playing with your clit like that til it’s swollen and throbbing. Your slick is gathering between your pussy lips. Your face is bright red when it begins to drip onto his pants. Leon cups your hot pussy with his hand fully and you gasp. 

“How do you like the movie, sweetheart?” he whispers hotly in your ear. You force your eyes open. Leon runs the digits between your folds, back and forth. Gliding, smooth as silk catching your wet hole. 

“I-It’s okay.”

“Hm, what’s happening on screen? Can you describe it for me?” 

Your panting, Leon can feel your pulse against his palm. You squint at the tv, “the killer is…chasing the girl…he’s got a knife.”

You keep watching, you realize why you’ve never seen this movie before. Because it’s not a normal movie -the killer chases the girl to an abandoned cabin. She hides under the bed. Only to get dragged out and slammed onto the mattress. He holds the girl by the throat as he’s ripping her panties in half. Smacking his cock on her tiny clit, nestled in the girl’s curled dark pubic hair before he’s forcing himself inside her with an animalistic growl. Your face goes red, belly quivering with nerves and arousal. It was porn. Dark porn. You look away but Leon is grabbing your jaw, digging his fingers in your cheeks and making you watch. A laugh rumbled in Leon’s chest, his fingers swiping over your swollen bundle of nerves with your own juices. “Mmh, what’s happening now, tell daddy.” 

“He’s…he’s-” a whine  blooms from your throat, thighs quivering. Drinking in the sight of the killer on screen wrapping his hand around the girl’s throat to pull her back onto his thick cock. “He’s fucking her and he’s c-choking her-”

And Leon wraps his bicep around your throat, pulling you flush against his chest. Actually copies the porn on screen. You’re swallowing hard, gripping his hard muscles, nail’s scratching. 

Leon groans at the way your pussy gushes onto his pants. He knows you like it, he’s pinching your clit with his fingers and rubbing it faster and faster. Just like how you do when you touch yourself, oh god. Your kidnapper groans deep in his throat. “Fuck that juicy pussy is soaking me baby, know youre close. Know youre gonna cum for me soon.”

“Hnnn, oh, god, I can’t-” can’t cum? Can’t hold it? Can’t breathe? You don't know but Leon seems to understand. He keeps rubbing your clit. It feels so good, so much better than your own hand. Your thigh’s shake, your cheeks are so red as you squeal. Your hips can’t escape him, rocking forward into his hand, backward into his crotch. His breath is ghosting hot over your ear. “Fuck, see how he’s using her? See how he’s just using her to jerk off in, sweetheart? He’s pounding her like he owns it -like it’s been his all along -like he was just waiting to break in that slutty pussy.”  

“Leon!”

You cum hard, thighs shaking hard as wave after wave of hot pleasure washes over you. Your body goes taut then boneless in his lap, finally relaxing against him as he pet’s your pretty little clit.“There it is, atta girl.” Your eyes are heavy, you can’t even move as Leon lets off the pressure on your neck to pet at your hair. Brushing it from your flushed face. You bury it into the crook of his neck. Desperate for comfort after coming apart as the seams. 

Leon’s hold you around is tight as a straightjacket, smiling into your hair. Chest filling with pride at your little slip up. “That’s right, princess. Knew you’d remember me.”

He’s lifting up your hips to rub his leaking cockhead through your folds, forcing you to suck in a lungful of air. You moan wantonly as he smacks your clit with his cock, exactly how the killer had in the porn. It felt like jolts of pleasure shot up right into your veins. You couldn’t breathe as he pushed the tip into your slick hole. The little pop as he breached your muscles making you scratch and cling to his arms.

“Oh fuck- it’s so deep,” You shake as Leon’s buried to the hilt inside you, seat in his lap. Your eyes water. He’s not even moving and you feel close to cumming again. Leon pulls out only to sink in again slowly. Your thighs tremble, his hands wrapping around them to rock you onto him. His huge cock is spearing you open, his hips humping up from the motel chair. 

“So fucking tight, princess. You sure I didn’t just swipe your little v-card?” He laughs, but Leon sounds breathless and he’s holding onto the fat of your hips for dear life. You can feel his eyes tipped up, looking at your face as your back arches pretty for him. Bouncing you on his lap, his eyes feel like the muzzle of a gun against your temple. 

“Mmh, Leon- Leon, leon, gonna cum! Cumming-” your voice is shrill and virile. Youre dripping down his balls, staining to motel chair as he fucks up into your squelching cunt. He can feel your walls throbbing around him. Squeezing him rhythmically when he hits deep inside you. You grip his hair, yanking the blonde strands when he keeps trying to bump your lips together. You don’t want his disgusting affection, you want his cock. You want the head grinding into your g spot, wringing pleasure from your body like you’d never felt before and oh God -Fuck this parasite of a man, fuck this kidnapper. 

“Oh yeah? I’m a parasite, baby?” 

You realized you’ve said it aloud, and he just fucks you harder. Grunting, voice thick and gravelly, he sounds wrecked. Your cheeks flush and you grip onto him. He wraps his arm around your throat again, laughing when you clamp down on his cock and moan uncontrollably. Another orgasm trainwrecks your mind, and your eyes roll back. Your kidnapper growls, throbbing inside you, like your orgasm wasn’t supposed to make him cum. But it does and he slams into your cunt to pump hot sticky release deep inside you. You slump against leon, room spinning like it did at the pool. Leon’s pressing a dirty, spit filled kiss into your mouth before you can protest. You sit there and let him roll his thick tongue around in your mouth. He kisses you like he needs you to survive. Like without you he’d quickly shrivel and die. And maybe Leon does need you, if not you then some poor other girl. He needs someone, his kisses turn slow and sweet. You don’t kiss him back, but he doesn’t seem to notice, whispering love into your open mouth.  Your eyes coldly stare up at the ceiling. It feels like a fly hovering in your ear.

I’d never hurt you, baby. I can’t live without you. I love you. I need you. I. Love .You.

 A parasite always needs a host. 

Dainsleif and Kaeya sketch I did yesterday that I forgot to post 👍🏽

Unhinged glaze

Shout-out to Demon Slayer

For portraying male characters with depression in a sympathetic light.

Showing how it manifests in different ways and never making fun of them for it.

As someone who suffers from depression, I'm glad 🤧