k but imagine Rocky wanting to learn about how humans became the apex predators of their planet so he has Grace “hunt” him in the biodome as an experiment and during it he thinks Grace isn’t trying or taking it seriously which is bad bad bad because this is for research purposes
only for Rocky to get more and more tired as the experiment goes on just to realize that Grace isn’t which makes him panic so he puts as much distance as he can between them and finds a (hopefully) safe spot to sleep and when he wakes up the human is crouching over him like “got youuu” and Rocky has never shrieked so damn loud before in his life
Warning: kidnap, houselessness, allusions to abuse/trauma, isolation, noncon/dubcon….
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: Leon S(exy) Kennedy
Note: I don’t usually write for video games but here we go.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️
“You should get cleaned up. Properly.” You insist.
Leon groans as he tries to sit up, arm bent against his stomach as the deep purple bruise on his ribs catches your eye. You grab his uninjured arm and help him. He looks at you, his brow twitching; his lips too.
“Will you help?” He asks.
You tilt your head. “I can get you to the shower as long as you can stand.”
“No… you need to shower too.” He argues.
You stare at him and nod. “Leon, I’m not worried about me–”
“I am. You’re safe now. It’s okay to care about yourself. You don’t have to think about food or shelter or danger.” He says. “Just me. More importantly, you.”
He reaches for you and you catch his hand. His skin is rough and dry. You guide his arm over your shoulders as you nudge him. He turns with you to the edge of the bed. You plant his feet as he does the same.
“Ach!” He cradles his middle as he slumps against you. “Sorry. I… give me a moment.”
“Take your time.” You assure him.
He steadies himself. You put a foot forward, he does the same. You hold onto his wrist as his hand hangs over your shoulder, your other arm around his back. Little by little, you make your way to the bathroom.
You angle him around to sit on the closed toilet. He exhales and stretches his neck. His hair is messy and his cheek still slightly swollen. Still, you can’t help but note how handsome he is. Even for the thin lines around his eyes and the silver in his stubble.
You turn to open the shower booth and turn it on. It’s not like the one you used when you got there. The small closed room with the nozzle and drain. You twist the water on and back up.
You look around and grab a comb. You brush out Leon’s hair as he tugs against you, a tangle caught in the teeth. You sigh.
“Look at this muck,” you mutter.
“Blood.” He corrects you just as you find the cut in his scalp.
You tut. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Worse going on.” He says.
You put the comb down and run your fingers through his hair to find any stray knots. Nothing. You drag your hands away and he catches them.
“Together.” He says.
You look at him. If it gets him to wash up, you’ll do it.
“Get up.” You pull on him.
He rises, hunching slightly. You grab the top of his pants and keep your eyes up. You push them down and he shudders. You guide him to the shower.
“Let me get my stuff off.”
You hold onto him as he steps into the shower. You don’t let go until he has a hand on the wall, leaning on it heavily. You back up and turn your back to him.
He’s probably seen it all by now. Either through the cameras or the clear walls. Still, you can’t help but be shy.
You undress and sidle over to the show. You don’t look at him as you get in. You slide the door shut and turn to grab the soap and loofah. You lather it up and reach for him as he faces you. He catches your hand and pushes it toward you. He leads the loofah down your skin as he stands close.
You let him. The steam adds to the heat already flooding your veins. A soft growl escapes him as he spreads the foam across your chest. He sways and his other hand cups your breast. You wince.
His thumb circles your nipple until you shiver. He drops his hand away, catching himself on the wall and continues his delicate cleansing of your flesh. You let go of the loofah and let him go to work. He pays special attention to your stomach and thighs.
He sways and you catch him. You take the sponge and wash him in turn. You grow hesitant as you make your way down his torso. He grabs your hand and forces it along his pelvis. You drop the loofah and his swollen tip hits the heel of your hand. You gasp.
“You need to clean up.” You chide.
“I need you.” He snarls.
Your lip trembles. His grip on your tightens then he hisses and lets you go. You gasp as he grabs onto your hips and forces you back. You stumble into the tiled wall as he pins you there.
“Leon.”
He hushes you, eyes foggy, and he shakily gets to his knees. You squirm and watch him, his thumbs pressing into your hips, fingers curling tightly. He groans as his head bobbles. Before he can lean forward, you stop him, your hand on his forehead.
“Leon, you’re still weak–”
“I am. For you.” He breathes as he traces his touch down your pelvis and along your thighs. He forces his fingers between your legs, wiggling until they part.
“Leon…” you whimper.
He shifts closer and lifts your leg. He drapes it over his shoulder as you feel his breath scalding through the steam of the shower. He bows and nuzzles the hair along your cunt, purring into it, inhaling your scent.
He tilts his head back and his tongue glides out along your lips. You squeak and press on his head. He doesn’t let up. He might be hurt but he’s still strong. He drags his tongue between your folds and hums. His voice ripples through you.
Your fingers slip into his damp hair and your back arches without a thought. He rocks his head as he laps at you patiently, tasting you as your arousal flows. You whine and press yourself to the tile, the cool contrasting the heat of your bodies. He pets your thigh as he drinks you in and your eyes roll back in surrender.
someone sent me an anon ask about rocky meeting eva and i tried to post it not once but twice and tumblr ate it both times so now im just regular posting it here
i think ryland would grow to understand stratt’s choice with time, and even thank her logic of it because it led to his meeting of rocky, but i dont think he’d ever really forgive her for what she did to him
(Ryland had to prep rocky before they touched down to meet Stratt so he wouldnt charge her at first sight)
I once watched a girl in the produce aisle pick up a bushel of bananas that were precariously perched on the edge and move them farther back and under her breath she said “there you go sweeties - that will be more comfortable” before shuffling off and… I think about her often.
I was driving on the highway and passed a dude absolutely JAMMING alone in his car, doing those little half dance moves you do when you’re stuck sitting down in a small space, bellowing unheard lyrics at the top of his lungs, and my instant reaction was to think “I love you.” And then to pray he had a good day, or whatever, because those fleeting moments of connection are so incredible.
“Eridians dislike earth because they abandoned Grace.” *Incorrect Buzzer Sound* ya missed the point of the story buddy! It’s not about someone being ‘bad’ it’s about the incredible power of love and that love being worth dying for!
Gimmie Eridians who are absolutely heartbroken to hear that humans where so desperate and so scared that they where willing to part with not just one Grace, there were three of them! Gimmie Eridians touched to find that the humans planned a way for their sacrifices to be as comfortable as possible. Gimmie Eridians who send earth a message saying “We know it must have hurt to send your heroes to die, but one made it and he’s safe here. We lost 22 good Eridians on the journey we would have lost 23 if not for your Grace.”
Give me humans sitting on Earth slowly coming to the conclusion that when we look up not only are we not alone, someone out there is alive because of one of us. That no matter what we think of ourselves a whole species thinks highly of us because we helped save the galaxy. Give me humans who figure out how to send a probe to Erid filled to the brim with messages for Grace and footage of a monument being raised that reads his name, his crews names, and then “in memory of the 22 Eridians who lost their lives on the journey to save the stars.”
You're sick. You recognise the symptoms from your crew, you have radiation poisoning. The astrophages that were protecting you and powering the ship are gone. You couldn't find the leak in time to stop it. And now you're dying out here in space, alone.
The life support systems on the ship are shutting down. Everything is shutting down. Your planet will die– your entire star system will die. They'll never know how close you came to saving them.
You think about Grace. Is his ship dying too? Or is he on his way home, none the wiser to your fate?
Maybe you're fighting until the end, or maybe you've 'made peace' with it.
And then you hear knocking, on the outside of your ship. Furious, desperate banging on the window. Your friend, your lab partner, your first contact, has come back to save you.
it actually is insane to me that it's a cultural norm for men to suck ass at getting their wives/gfs gifts. especially when they whine about how they have no idea what women like.
man, you're not getting a gift for Female Domestic Partner. you're getting a gift for Natalie, a person whom you have been married to for 7 years, whom has lived in the same home with you for a decade, whom speaks to you every day about her thoughts and interests, whom you presumably love, and whom you can directly or indirectly ask what she wants. it's not that you don't know what half the human population wants, that's irrelevant. you don't know what Natalie wants and that is inexcusable.
vampires are so full of shit. "oh the human race is beneath us, you're just livestock to us" I don't think you know what livestock is. do you feed us? care for us? protect us from predators? no. you just slink around dark alleys and ambush people. that's not what a higher being does. that's a bottom feeder. a parasite. karate punches your head off
one of the most infuriating things about becoming an adult is when you realize that it actually is 10x easier to solve problems by making a phone call vs literally any other communication method
#which is the other reason those stupid robot phone trees are such a blight upon this land
#I have already mustered all my strenght and willpower to make a phone call#and you have the unmitigated GALL to assign a chipper robot to tell me you've got information on your website?
#you noisome fool! if I could do this on your website I would have already#cease your prattle and bring me to a representative
@aethersea you took the words right out of my mouth
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