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@dumbmuttcrow
!!!HARD KINKS!!! Including but not limited to: noncon, piss, emeto, fauxcest, detrans, and forcemasc/forcefem
Feel free to block and move on.
Hello, I’m mutt/dog/pup/Crow. 21, he/they/it pronouns. Bisexual, genderfluid.
DNI: Minors, ageless blogs, raceplay, proana/ED blogs.
Degrade me/send rape threats to my ask box <3
Should mention I follow from my main @/dogboykennedy
"Shhh, it's alright," he murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "It's alright to cry. It's alright to feel pain. Pain is how we learn, how we grow. And you, my beautiful pet, have a lot of fucking growing to do."
I love it when it doesn't slide in right away. When there's resistance, as if your body is trying to fight it. I love forcing it in anyway, wrapping my arms around you, holding you tightly and grasping at your hips while I make it fit whether you like it or not
Haha what if I got too drunk at a party n you had to shove your fingers in the back of my throat haha. And you held back my hair while I threw up straight liquor. And you rubbed my back while I cried. And I felt so so bad and the only thing keeping me together was your warm skin and the cold tile biting into my knees. And I was shaking. And then you took that opportunity to take advantage of me in the secluded unfamiliar bathroom that was still spinning for me. Haha.
And you were the one who got me this drunk by handing me drink after drink and when I wouldn't do it willingly you held my jaw open and poured shots in
“When was the last time you ate” with Aeon. Bonus points if Ada says it.
Aeon
Ada Wong / Leon Kennedy
Canon Divergence set after events of RE4. a.n i know this is years late, so sorry about that. if you no longer interact with this ship, feel free to ignore it entirely.
The apartment is cold when Ada shimmies the lock open to step inside. For a man that made a decent salary, Leon did not choose the housing that Ada imagined he might. All the times she imagined herself in his living space, it was in a two-story house with a picket fence around the yard. Certainly not the grimy apartment complex she found herself in now.
Nevertheless, it would seem that it didn't matter if his locks were shitty.
Leon himself was the security, edged in what she assumed was his bedroom doorway, with a gun pointed in her direction. After a moment, a flashlight was beaming in her eye. Slowly, with squinted eyes, she raised her hands as a peace symbol.
"This isn't a work-related visit, if you're wondering," she said, and gently kicked the front door shut behind herself.
Leon scoffed and turned off the flashlight before finding an actual light switch to illuminate his living quarters. "Yeah, well, what kind of visit is this, then?"
He still had the same attitude he did in that boat on the island. Ada could read past his nonchalant outer layer. He cared deeply, unwilling to show it now, but she would coax it out of him... Eventually.
"The kind that a friend makes to make sure you aren't drinking yourself to death," she answered, after spying a half-empty bottle of whiskey on his coffee table. American men and their choices on liquor would never not raise disgust in her.
"I have friends for that. What do you really want, Ada? Why are you here, why now?"
He might as well accused of her putting him up to the slaughter.
"Despite what reservations you have about me right now, Leon, I do care about you," she said, while taking a few steps around his couch. He still lingered in the bedroom doorway, dark circles visible under his eyes. "That, I've never lied about."
Before he could say something foolish, she stopped him by adding, "When was the last time you ate a proper meal? You look smaller than when I last saw you."
In an instant, Ada felt transported back to her earliest childhood, when her lǎo lao would pinch her face for refusing another helping of dinner. She couldn't remember the last time she thought of that old woman. In this moment, she felt like her, but instead she chiding a man she barely really knew for a symptom of a situation she had a hand in.
It seemed to catch Leon off guard enough for his shoulders to relax. He clicked the safety on his gun before tossing it back into his bedroom, where it landed on his bed.
"Don't know, I don't really keep a written schedule of that," he said dryly, and walked into the room with her to sink on the couch. He dropped his head into his hands, rubbing his temples with the pads of his thumbs.
"Well you should eat," she said, and sat close to him, but not too close. This wasn't that kind of visit. "I promise you it would help with all of... This." She vaguely motioned between the whiskey and him. Ada knew his trouble ran deeper than a bottle, but to talk about that, was too revealing.
He turned his head to look at her, and she could tell he was trying to make sense of her words and actions. Truthfully, Ada barely knew what to make of herself right now either. It was never like her to get attached. Not since... Well never mind him.
Leon was all she thought about between jobs now, and those thoughts made her work ten times harder. She'd begun to ask herself questions of morality that never crossed her mind for more than a few seconds before.
All of it was to blame on Leon and his once boyish innocence, his charm, the never-ending care that seemed to pour out of his heart. Ada didn't want to see that spirit broken, much less by her actions.
She couldn't fix everything, especially not now, but she could offer him hope if he was willing to accept it.
"How'd you find my apartment?" he eventually asked, seeming to settle for the question rather than ask something deeper. "It's not even in my name."
"You know I don't kiss and tell," she answered, with a hint of humor to her tone.
She was glad when he smiled rather than become irritated. This was the Leon she knew and loved.
"Will you stay?" he asked after a beat.
After another moment she answered, "For tonight, if you promise to start taking care of yourself come morning."
He nodded, and reached for a hand. When they met, she grasped his loosely in her own.
Being a good sub does mean constantly breaking the scene actually. It means breaking the scene adjusting until you're comfy. It's breaking the scene with a big smile and a "You're being so hot rn". It's breaking the scene with a questioning look as you decide yes maybe the bed would be better for this. It's breaking the scene and saying "hey this position isn't comfy but it's ok for now". It's breaking the scene saying "goddamn it my jaw is giving up".
You have to let reality in or you'll be trapped in yet another trauma
made you some graphics to help you remember
shipping a consensual, safe & sane pairing all the while i'm shaking my head in disapproval so the audience knows i still love wildly toxic abusive fictional dynamics
God is real and she will allow me to find a loving healthy relationship where I always have bruises and marks and where I get slightly scared of them when they're fucking me and where they love me for who I am and they love forcing me to hurt for them and we are both so kind and strong to eachother and drink eachothers blood and have a lot of friends and candles and occasionally they rent a cabin in the woods and whatever they do to me in the cabin I have to forgive them and where they can drug me whenever they like but they never do it when I have to be up the next day because they care and because they wanna see my eyes get wide when they show me the footage in the morning and we both admire eachother and understand and share a life full of smiles and sun beams with dust motes floating through, and rough rapes and calm apologies and blackberry pie and giggles
i don't care if it's sensitive, we have to do this every night sweetie. it's for your own good. we are going to get all those orgasms out of you whether you like it or not. squirming and trying to resist it will just make it worse. daddy has to take care of you, and i'll rub your puppyparts raw if that's what it takes.
i know, i'm sorry pup. it's the only way to keep you healthy and well behaved. you want to be a good boy for me don't you?
good. now spread your legs.
I want a daddy, I want to be a daddy's boy, I want an older hairy man to call me kid and son while he fucks me hard into the mattress or lets me ride him until my legs give out. I want to fall asleep against his chest with his cock still deep in my cunt, his cum staying warm inside of me
some of you just need to be raped in your sleep by someone who loves you too much to wait huh
dad daughter mutual masturbation save me
I really want to be forced down on my tummy pinned under their body weight and fucked relentlessly for a long long long long time and also I want there to be a puddle of drool and tears on the sheets when they’re done with me
Thinking about fucking someone who's just a bit too tight, who's already gasping and whimpering just from the tip. Listen, I know what it's gonna feel like. I know it'll feel like rape, but you don't understand. There's no other way. You're just. Too. Tight. Too small. I have to be all the way inside, and stop whining about me pulling out. You're so fucking wet, you need me inside this way. I know about this stuff so shut up. Then grabbing them by the throat, their legs spread but shaking, spasming as you force yourself in and tears well up in their eyes. Their arms collapsing underneath them before they raise them to try and stop you. To try and push you away before you ruin their pretty little hole any further. But you're in too deep now. Too deep to stop, too deep to pull out. No way out but through, isn't that what they say? Tighten your grip on their throat and make them take it. Take it all the way, to the base, til your tip is kissing their insides. Making them blubber and curse and cry. Fuck. Just wait til you're bouncing on it.
in the mood to rape a helpless little thing until all the fight's been pounded out of it & all that's left is a limp body & a listless gaze into some far off corner of the room. in the mood to find out what its reaction is if that's when i decide to take my condom off.
