demon!kyojuro rengoku who doesn't recognize you until he smells you, you scent wakes something on him, his pupils getting smaller and his brows twitching. His minds goes fast but his senses faster, he keeps smelling you, trying to get closer to you but you step back every time he steps closer.
demon!kyojuro rengoku doesn't remember you, at all. Not all your young years together, courting you and promising to marry you when you were older. He looks like a completely different person, with his fangs and even darker hair. His eyes aren't the eyes of the boy you once loved, they were the eyes of a killer. Of an animal.
demon!kyojuro rengoku whose breathing gets faster because he needs to get closer to you, he needs it. He doesn't know why, his brain isn't processing his needs, but he wants to see you better in the night.
demon!kyojuro rengoku who circles you slowly now, your scent is everywhere, wrapping around him, pulling at threads he cannot name. He doesn't speak your name, but something in him hungers to taste it on the air. His claws flex at his sides as he leans in closer despite how you keep retreating. Every step you take back only makes his golden eyes burn hotter in the dark.
You stand there with your heart cracking open all over again. This is not the Kyojuro who once held your hands under blooming wisteria and whispered promises of a future filled with laughter. That boy is gone, devoured by whatever turned him into this. You hate how your body still reacts to him, traitorous and raw.
demon!kyojuro rengoku whose instincts scream louder than any memory. He doesn't understand the pull, only that your warmth calls to the cold emptiness inside him. His breathing comes rough, he corners you against the old wooden wall of the abandoned shrine. One clawed hand braces beside your head, caging you without touching. He lowers his face to the curve of your neck and a growl slips out. The heat of his breath makes your pulse jump wildly under his lips.
You want to push him away and pull him closer all at once. Tears sting your eyes because his touch feels familiar and wrong, a ghost wearing the skin of the man you loved.
"Kyojuro," you whisper but he only tilts his head at the sound, pupils shrinking to slits. Recognition flickers somewhere in his animal gaze, buried too deep, and it hurts worse than if he had simply torn into you. Your hands tremble as they hover near his chest, not daring to make contact, afraid the demon will bite and afraid the last piece of your Kyojuro will vanish if you do.
demon!kyojuro rengoku who presses in anyway, body flush against yours in a way that steals your breath. His muscles are harder now, coiled with demonic strength. He scents you again, dragging his nose along your collarbone as a rough sound escapes him, a whine mixed with a snarl. His fangs graze just above your racing heartbeat. He doesn't bite, but the threat lingers, sending unwanted heat pooling low in your belly even as grief claws at your throat.
You ache for the boy who once blushed when your fingers brushed his, who spoke of protecting you with bright eyes and louder voice. This version of him wants you too, but in a feral way that could destroy everything left of the love you shared. Still you do not run. even heartbroken, some stupid part of you hopes that if he stays close long enough, your scent might drag him back from the dark.
demon!kyojuro rengoku whose hands finally settle on your waist, claws pricking through fabric without breaking skin. He holds you like something fragile and edible at the same time, instincts warring inside him. His forehead drops to rest against yours and for one fractured second his brows furrow, the old pain is trying to surface. Then it's gone, swallowed by the hunger again. He needs more of you. he will take more of you, whether memory returns or not. and you, god help you, let him.
Tags: RE2!Leon x Fem!Reader, no apocalypse AU, smut, loss of virginity (Leon), mentions of public sex (blowjobs), masturbation (male), fingering (f), cowgirl position, unprotected sex, creampie, and more!
Note: Hey!! It's me again, and I've finally brought y'all something from our beloved rookie Leon. I missed y'all so much, i hope u like it! >.<
Leon sometimes felt like a bit of a failure. I mean, he wasn't that bad. He'd managed to graduate from the academy, landed a job at the R.P.D. station, and his superiors were so kind to him that he finally felt like he belonged somewhere. Until those conversations came along.
He always felt that pang of jealousy when he heard his colleagues talking about celebrating their anniversaries or how their beautiful girlfriends welcomed them home with open arms after long days at work. And all he got was a secondhand bed in his tiny rented apartment.
The truth was, Leon Virgin Kennedy had never touched a woman. Not even in his teens. He'd never gotten beyond an awkward, tongue-tied kiss at some drive-in theater in his hometown because the girls quickly lost interest when they noticed Leon's shaky hands.
And now there wasn't much time for dates. His behavior was too clumsy for flirting, and he wasn't one of those tough guys who attracted girls easily. He just sucked. He sucked, until he met you. Ah, God had finally answered his prayers because you'd agreed to go out with him after his attempt at flirting in the station's copy room.
"Are you, uh—are you free Friday night?" The words had slipped out with a hint of confidence, despite his hand slipping on a stack of photocopies. You laughed, of course, but agreed. Leon was going to have his first date since arriving in Raccoon City (loser).
The night had passed easily with silly conversation and easy laughter, ending with both of you sitting in his Jeep eating ice cream after a cheesy horror movie. After that, you gave him a good, wet make-out session in the back of his truck. The date ended with a sweet wave from your door, and Leon went home with a painful erection, pink cheeks, and swollen lips.
But you didn't stop there; you were on a mission to ruin him. You'd steal glances at him whenever you crossed paths at work, shamelessly rub your ass against him as you walked past, and he'd fall for it every single time because he had to run to the station bathroom with an erection in his blue uniform pants.
You even gave him a blowjob in the station bathroom. His first blowjob, at his damn workplace. Poor Leon came too fast, one hand tangled in your hair and his free hand to his lips so as not to attract the attention of his coworkers. After that, he walked around with unfocused eyes, as if he'd been high for the rest of the day.
He felt like a horny teenager again, unable to control the thing inside his pants and desperately jacking off after every date, thinking about your lips around him. And finally, the day came when you decided to take pity on this man. After a date at his apartment, few glasses of wine, and a delicious dinner, you decided to pounce on him. He simply thanked heaven that you made the first move, because he could barely maintain eye contact. But there was no time to think when he had you on top of him, moaning softly against his mouth.
You both stumbled into Leon's room and collapsed onto the small bed, which creaked a little too loudly. Your fingers tangled tightly in his hair, arching your back beneath him in anticipation as you felt him settle between your legs. Your clothes quickly became just a pile on his bedroom floor. His sweaty hands didn't know where to begin, so he chose to touch your tits first, feeling his fingers tremble against the tender flesh as he timidly squeezed them.
Then you guided one of his hands to your pussy, letting him feel the wetness blossoming between your open legs. He looked at you in surprise, as if he couldn't believe you were like this for him. After showing him how to touch you properly with his fingers, how you liked it, and what rhythm, you pushed him down so he was lying back. You climbed on top of him, stifling a giggle at the sight of his eyes wide with anticipation and his eager hands exploring your sides.
"You're...woah—perfect." he whispered with devotion, reverently caressing your thighs. He gazed at you as if the stars hung before him, his eyes shining beneath those thick lashes. He swallowed loudly as he watched you take him in your hand and guide him to your entrance, rubbing the tip first between your wet folds. He could feel the tip becoming completely wet with your arousal.
The mere provocation made his eyes close and he let out a low, almost trembling moan as he reflexively lifted his hips. From this angle, you could see his Adam's apple swaying and his arms, large from workouts, tensing as he gripped your hips tighter. He had no idea how incredibly sexy he looked like this.
With a smooth motion, the tip of his cock slid easily inside your hot walls, which swallowed it with equal eagerness. "Oh, hooly shit—" He groaned, his mouth opening at the sensation, his gaze fixed on where his cock was slowly disappearing inside you. His body trembled slightly with pleasure as the thick head of his cock reached its deepness point inside you.
His fingers dug into your hips, unsure whether to pull you closer or further away for the hot sensation of your walls tightening around him, letting him feel how wet you were, practically dripping all around him. His lips moved, but no words came out. He was already fucked just by being inside you.
You started to move, rubbing against him and teasing him before giving him what he really wanted. Although he was already breathing heavily, his cheeks flushed pink and his hair plastered to his sweaty forehead, as if he'd run a marathon. But he was just trying not to come too quickly.
"You feel like fucking heaven, I swear..." he whispered as his pretty face crinkled in a grimace of pure pleasure as he felt you begin to bounce on him. You leaned back, placing your hands on his thighs as you continued to ride him slowly, letting him see how his cock was buried to the last inch inside you and how your breasts swayed.
His thumb moved closer to gently lift the hood of your clit, beginning to make slow, careless circles as you rubbed against him, making you moan and throw your head back in pleasure.
When the friction wasn't enough, you leaned forward to place your hands on his chest and begin to ride him for real. You rode up and down every inch of his member, letting him see how wet you were getting him before he thrust deep inside you again. Having him inside felt so good that, combined with the way your clit was rubbing against his pelvis, you started to feel like you could come in record time.
"Wait, slower—" he whimpered, a real whimper, as his impotent hips lifted to chase your greedy pussy. "I'm gonna come, please…" He whined again, as if he were about to cry. His balls were full and tight, ready to empty at any moment. He was so adorable trying to hold on for a few more seconds, but the wet squelching of your pussy and your sweet moans weren't helping at all.
"it's okay, I want it inside—Give it to me." You murmured, your voice heavy with need and your face hot from bouncing on his cock as if you wanted to squeeze out every last drop of semen he had. All he could do was chase your lips, trying to kiss and hold you as he came completely, his hips contracting to push until every inch was inside, his balls buried deep. The sensation of his cock throbbing and shuddering inside you triggered your own orgasm, making you come around him with a small, muffled sob.
His moans were muffled in your mouth as he tried to hold you still, feeling you tremble from the aftershocks of your orgasm and catch your breath after filling you completely, feeling his hot load begin to overflow even with him still inside.
"I think I died and this is heaven." he whispered breathlessly, drenched in sweat, holding you tightly in his arms and inhaling your tousled hair, as if he needed you like he needed air. And maybe he did, because this man was already addicted and he wasn't going to let you go soon.
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aries sun: he believes he’s stronger than he is and has convictions he won’t let go of even if all the facts are in his face. his strength lies in overpowering others and control, not in truth. he spends his life trying to get to the top, but what’s the top if its just a bucket?
taurus sun: he believes life should adapt to him and thinks others are wrong even when everyone else is right & he is WRONG. he wants life on his own terms but what’s a world surrounded by yes men, but a chamber of stagnancy.
gemini sun: he’s curious about everything including the business that is not his. he will network his way to success, but burn bridges each time he finds someone new. he’s not one to use logic, he uses observation than states opinions like he did years of research behind them.
cancer sun: he’s a hard shell with a soft belly. LITERALLY. he loves food lmao. he’ll pretend he’s stronger than he is and act like he’s emotionally intelligent not just EMOTIONAL. he’s the type of person who claims to see through people while still stuck in his own bullshit.
leo sun: he’s dazzling, literally. he has to STAND OUT. he looks around an entire room to see who is looking at him and if no one is he will act nonchalant and unbothered. he falls in love easily but will say it’s just self-love and flirting. he swears he’s different, even if he wears the most trendy clothes at the moment lol.
virgo sun: he hates looking foolish, but loves making others the fool. he’s a well-spoken manipulative mastermind. he can speak to u with so much ease u will believe him and that’s what he likes. HE KNOWS HOW TO BE LIKED. he studies people like characters in a movie and he knows how to create the perfect script to be the hero in the story.
libra sun: he plays devils advocate and takes the perspective of others to make himself sound smarter. he’s much like a leo sun and constantly scanning the room for who he can engage with, he wants to be liked, BADLY. even if it means making that stupid joke that makes someone laugh because it’s so stupid. he loves to have a flair in how he carries himself, like very handsome but also look at my dangling earring, nose piercing, kewl tattoo, or interesting piece of clothing!
scorpio sun: he’s on a hunt constantly. he’s never settled, always scanning. he’s the paranoid guy who swears someone is watching him or danger is near! but he’s also the one that swears he has no feelings and doesn’t give a fuck, while keeping tabs open on google that contradict that. he’ll sleep all day, wake up, just to check if that one girl texted him, but swear he’s fine. the type of man who uses anything to feel powerful: money, s*x, flirting, withholding.
sagittarius sun: he’s always LOST, or at least looks that way lmao. he wants to go everywhere and do everything but he’s equally bored of it all and wants to be a hermit. he has a lot of questions and a crazy amount of anxiety if he doesn’t do something so he’s the guy who has to have a release: gambling, p*rn, hooking up, traveling constantly, dating a lot of women, or spending money like crazy.
capricorn sun: he seems like a hard worker but he’s really an escapist. work is solitude so he prefers jobs that help him clear his mind. he’s the type of person who is mean just because he finds it cringe when he’s kind. he has a heavy energy, but a heavy bank account too and he covers his insecurities with a nice life on the outside.
aquarius sun: he’s the black sheep, the misunderstood and also the incredibly secretive man. he hoards secrets, pretends he’s fine, and is locked in the maze of his own mind. he’ll say something so profound then do something so dumb. he’s always quirky in a way because being like another man is an insult.
pisces sun: he’s the kind of guy who says he’ll be back then comes back the next day. his words are pointless and everything is a metaphor and has a hidden meaning + he knows more than u do because he’s an old soul right? he probably confuses his own self but goes with whatever works at the time. he’s not to be trusted because he’s always undecided. his routine is “ going with the flow” lol.
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#⃝ 𝓦ARNINGS ◦ ₊ㅤ ㅤ﹙ sfw fluff flins is scary at first she/her pronouns used flirty flins only tooth rotting fluff you and flins both are being from snezhnaya before traveller got to nod krai just sweet fluff 2nd person perspective
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KYRYLL CHUDOMIROVICH FLINS has been everywhere for the past few weeks.
You rarely used to see him in Nasha Town, but nowadays he was everywhere. It was as if you were going insane. Every time you turned around, you’d see that stupidly handsome face, or hear that gorgeously delicate voice of his. Was this the moon goddess’s granting your wish to get a devastatingly beautiful boyfriend?
There was no exaggeration. You opted to visit Speranza for quick meals at dinner time, only to turn and bump into his chest every time. He’d smile all sweetly and greet you, before you apologised and rushed off. You visited ineffa and Aino to fix your catalyst at Clink-Clank Krumkake Craftshop? “Have either of you—oh. Hello, my lady, it’s a surprise to keep bumping into you,” his voice would speak directly behind you. Your heart beating so fast every single time.
Then the fluttering feelings started to waver and you began to think about what it could all mean. Was… was Flins hunting you down? You know the light keepers were dedicated to protection of the island, and you had seen a glowing lantern floating off the corners of the island one late night. Were you cursed now? Was there an angry spirit following you that Flins was dealing with?
You walked by the Curatorium of Secrets, and would see that flash of purple hair out of the corner of your eye. Picking up books at Mimisbrunnr Books and you would start to sweat nervously, feeling his familiar eyes on the back of your head. You tried buying Rye at Nuts 'N' Nuts, only to freak out and jump when you heard his voice behind you, thinking he was about to enact his murder plan or something, you rushed off with a singular “sorry!”
While you were busy rushing off with a whine, overthinking and already planning how your funeral would go, because Flins was definitely following you around to kill you and quietly dispose of you body. You had upset some sort of lantern spirit and it had snitched to the one light keeper that it could talk to, and now your fate was sealed!
"I'm sorryyyyyy, lantern ghost!" you whined, footsteps leading to Paha isle.
Flins watched you run off, his gaze soft and curious, but a small pout on his lips that went unnoticed. His eyes snapped back to the old shopkeeper when the man began to speak again. "Stop scaring her away, Flins," he sighed and packaged the Rye before handing it to the light keeper, "Just get it done by today," he said, face darkening, almost grim, and placing something extra into the bag.
Flins hummed, his face straight, as he paid for the Rye and took the bag. His eyes downcast. "I will… after all, I know where my lady is going. I'll be a gentleman, as always. Have no worries, Mr. Aleksov."
The old man nodded, handing Flins a packet of tissues. His grey, tired eyes only sparing Flins a glance before focusing on other customers. "Keep your hands clean, be quick and done with it." The words were quiet, but enough for a wandering Dori to hear, and look over confused with wide eyes.
"Are they… planning a murder?" she gasped, before smirking and looking off into the distance, rubbing her chin, "Heh, I could make good money selling caskets."
. . .
You had wandered over to Final night cemetery, walking slowly across the dark and gloomy terrain. There were ghost candles lit all over the place, and you could've sworn that you heard whispers around you. "save us… save ussss…" you shivered at your imagination, slowly walking up the hill area to try and find the lantern ghost you had seen last time.
"uheee…. mr. purple lantern ghost, where are you?" you whispered, shivering before looking up at the lighthouse. The fog closing in around you.
The silence around you was deafening, and it was most definitely scaring you down to your bones. Taking you back to the night you had first seen that purple, glowing lantern.
It had been almost two months ago, when you had wandered over to Paha isle. You had seen some of the wild hunt nearby and killed them, before hearing whispers and hallucinating ghosts in the fog from your sleepiness. You had rushed over to Paha isle by mistake, going the wrong way instead of making your way back to Nasha town in your confused state.
"Oh," you had muttered, when the fog cleared up, and you had seen the lighthouse guiding you, instead of the comforting bustle of the town you lived in. You were about to turn around and make your way back, before you noticed the purple glow. Almost like it was calling your name, you followed and walked up to it through the fog, finding a floating purple lantern.
It was almost like it was magical, just hovering there, glowing. No one around.
The words of Aino had drifted back into your mind, as she had made you read story books with her and one of them talked about a magical oil lamp that granted wishes. "No one uses oil lamps in in Nod Krai, I bet its the magical lanterns that carry genies and wishes!" she had nodded confidently.
You weren't gullible, nor one to easily believe superstitions and follow them without question. Though… it couldn't hurt, right?
Your hands gently placed on the sides of the lamp, rubbing it gently, before you took them back and clasped your hands together. Squeezing your eyes shut and whispering, "puh-lease get me a beautiful boyfriend who's a gentleman and loves me and worships me, please, please, please!" you shook your hands before looking up at the sky with a sky.
The lantern had flickered a little, as you hesitated before leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on the handle of it. When you pulled back, the lantern shook a little, making you step back worried, and look around confused. You had rushed back to Nasha town after that, brushing off the experience as a dream, until now.
"Am I gonna die? Oh mr. or mrs. lantern, I'm sorry for kissing your handle," present-day-you whined, before you felt a cold breath against your cheek.
"What are you doing, Miss Y/N?"
You shrieked, freezing up and quickly back away from the man, holding up your hands in front of him. It was the light keeper. The one you always took a second glance at whenever you used your see him, because whoever got to call him as his partner was destined with unimaginable luck. Flins looked unbothered and even tilted his head to the side, confused.
"I know what you're gonna say!" You whined out, and dropped to your knees dramatically. Flins was strong, he was scary, and even if he took your life because you had upset some lantern ghost, you probably wouldn't fight back just because you didn't want to ruin his beautiful face.
"You do?" his eyes widened for a fraction, before he hummed and nodded, holding the small bag to his side. "I see, I thought I was more… quiet about my advances." he muttered, rubbing his chin gently, in thought.
You sighed and nodded, head downcast, pouting and already thinking over your death. "I didn't know what I was doingggg.. the lantern was just… calling my name!" you gasped out, as he shook his head. "It was not," he corrected bluntly, making you sigh wearily. Your hands buried in the soil.
A few seconds passed, before you both spoke up at the same time. You blurting out your words. As he spoke eloquently.
"Please don't murder me!"
"Would you grace me with a potential romantic encounter, miss Y/N?"
You both froze, before meeting each other's eyes. equally confused. Flins eyes were narrowed, looking down in genuine confusion and slight shock. The most expressive you had ever seen him. Your eyes were widened, mouth agape slightly, and heat rushing to your face. Did… did the Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins just ask you out? On a date? Were you in heaven?
"What?" both voices spoke out at the same time.
Flins shook his head, looking at you utterly helpless and bamboozled as you stood up and dusted your hands off. “You’re not going to murder me…? B-but you were stalking me and obviously planning to kill me off because I upset the lantern ghost of Paha Isle!”
Flins looked side to side slowly before raising an eyebrow. “I beg your pardon?”
You sighed and lolled back your head before explaining to him exasperatedly. “Two months ago, I went to this place, like—“ you pointed over to some shrubbery alongside a crumbling stone wall, “—over there! I saw this glowing purple lantern and I walked up to it and rubbed it and wished for a boyfriend,” you nodded to him in complete seriousness.
“…so what makes you assume that I’d hurt you for wishing upon a floating lantern?” He raised an eyebrow, beginning to smile a little, starting to understand what was happening. He really wanted to see the look on your face when he revealed the truth now. He had prepared a big speech explaining all of his feelings, but you had thrown his whole planned confession out the window.
You blinked, once, twice, before awkwardly scratching the back of your head. “I’m starting to see that I was being a bit… irrational,” you nodded slowly.
“A bit?” He smiled, before handing you the paper bag, to which you looked inside curiously. Rye, and…
“Cupcakes. I had Mr. Aleksov prepare them especially for your tastes,” he hummed to you, watching as your confused expression flickered up to him before your eyes widened. “Oh! Oh, right, because you were going to ask me out…” you nodded, before pursing your lips and looking up at him confused. “But we’ve barely spoken to one another before this, why the sudden interest in me?”
He curtly nodded, before taking out the familiar glowing purple lantern and fading before your eyes. It only took 2.3 seconds for you to connect the dots, his figure reappearing when he saw that shy, “oh my god, what have I done?” look on your face.
“I was the lantern you wished upon,” he told you gleefully.
A whine escaped your lips, as you were contemplating burying yourself in the soil right then and there. “After hearing about your wish, I thought that you were a gorgeous young lady, and after the… kiss,” he nodded, watching your eyes squeeze shut and hand cover your face. “I felt a warmth in my heart that I never felt before. I never planned to stalk you, per se, but every time I tried to strike a conversation or anything with you…”
“I ran away,” you nodded, letting out an embarrassed whine and finishing his sentence.
He hummed, before taking the bag from your hands and offering you the cupcake. “My hands are pretty dirty,” you shrugged, still embarrassed and hating yourself inside your brain. “STUPID STUPID STUPID” kept bouncing around in your head.
Before you knew it, the cupcake was pressed against your lips, heat rushing to your cheeks and the tips of your ears, you took a bite out of it. Being fed by possibly the most handsome man in all of Teyvat.
“I’ve had a crush on you for a while…” you mumbled, swallowing and beginning to talk to him softly, as he listened carefully. “You saved me from the wild hunt around a year ago, and ever since then I’ve just thought you were so cool, and strong, and handsome,” you were whining, hands covering your cheeks shyly.
He didn’t hesitate, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss against your lips.
You froze, before feeling his lips dart out and lick up the tiny bit of icing on the corner of your lips, making your squeal embarrassed and quickly look away from him. Hands covering your face, heart beating faster than it was when you thought he was about to kill you.
“I hope you’ll entertain me for a date, my pretty,” he spoke softly against your ear, smiling as he knew exactly what he was doing.
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