Something's terribly wrong with your new coworker, yet no one else will see it. They all love him. He's somewhat shy, but friendly. He arrives early and leaves last. He's always lending a hand to everyone in need. You've heard the occasional gossip about his innocent, yet handsome looks.
Are you the only one who can see his unholy form? The many eyes, the horns, the ever-changing blight that makes up his blasphemous appearance?
The fiend immediately noticed that you stare at him with terrified eyes, unlike the rest of them. Instead of being afraid he's been discovered, he seems to enjoy this little secret, terribly so. He can't help but taunt you every day, an almost flirtatious mockery that keeps you on your toes. Flashing his sharp teeth, flicking his long tongue whenever you pass by.
"Why am I paired with him again," you groan, stretching out your feet in despair. "Can't anyone else train him?"
"You're creating a hostile work environment, (Y/N)," your manager scolds.
"I wish we'd get along," your coworker sighs, placing a warm hand on your shoulder. You glance up at his deformed grin. "After all, you're my favorite."
Probably a stretch to say they'd canonically prevent at least mild pain in a campfire, but they absolutely do extinguish Sky/Link any time he catches fire in his game. Which is more often than you'd think >u< (for the purposes of the comic this is a completely pain-free prank for Sky lol)
My entry for LU March Madness 2026, Day 7: “That shouldn’t be flammable.” Thanks for the event @ixtaek !
The aftermath
(Hope you enjoyed the art! If you comment, please keep it pg, I write/draw for all ages!)
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WARNINGS: Very mild yandere behavior (possessive, obsessive). Otherwise the intention of this fic is to just establish more lore of my character.
It's Mother Day, and you're thinking of meeting your mother. But wait – doesn't Karma have a mother too?
𝖄ou felt a gentle kiss. A scarred hand. A warm hug.
“Morning Xaxi.”
You grumbled, as you got comfortable on your mauve, patterned couch. “...mmrning Karma.”
Your gaze became heavy, as you looked at the date. It was Sunday morning, 11:37 AM. Today’s forecast was sunny, albeit cloudy – but your temperament said otherwise. After all, Sunday was a warning sign, an auspice to the dreaded whirlwind that was Monday.
But maybe not all hope was lost. You could save the date with a little optimism, by “visiting your mother” your notifications said. You pursed your lips, uncomfortable at its humanly response. It was better to ask the human in the room.
“Karma McShawarma.” You began to laugh. “I need your advice.”
“Oh yeah?” His back was towards you, heating up your leftovers in the microwave. Normally, he would be more hands-on with your meals, but I suppose even he was tired from the long week.
“I’m all ears. Let’s see what Mr. Karma McShawarma can do.”
You scoffed, ducking your head in embarrassment. With what little energy you had, you placed your knees on the couch, your arms pressed against the back cushions.
“What do you think about us driving to my mom?”
Karma tensed, his burly arms clutching the ends of the kitchen island. “Depends. You’d think she’d approve of me?”
“With the way you spoil me?” You let out another scoff, plopping off the couch. “Damn right she’d approve.”
Karma reciprocated a chuckle, his arms stretched out wide as you went in for a hug. His body was warm, ticklish, and pleasant. Just as easily, you snuggled into his chest, while he planted a kiss on your forehead. “I just…It’s been a while, you know?”
His hands drew painfully slow circles along your back, as if deep in thought. You paused yourself, letting the silence flow.
Silence, as you’ve come to learn, was both an intentional and an instinctual part of Karma’s identity. Whilst previous partners weaponized their silence, Karma’s was…neutral, and even amicable at times. Often, many would comment that he was cheating on you, or that he was unsatisfied in the relationship. But when you shared your concerns, Karma simply shook his head.
“My silence is not my way of hurting you, (Y/N).”
“My silence is my way of reaching you.”
You’ve…never heard such a thing in your life.
But…it was…
Something new. A good kind of new.
“Xax…” Karma was stroking your hair, trying not to laugh. “You’re falling asleep.”
“Oh.” You haphazardly broke the hug; his chest was way too good of a pillow. “Sorry.”
“No worries. But remember…” He murmured, kissing both of your palms. “It’s completely up to you.”
You nodded, eternally grateful of how patient and caring he was. Just by the affection, you had almost forgotten the question that escaped your lips.
“Babes…sorry for the sudden change of topic.” Your eyes focused on the microwave. “But what was your mom like?”
“My mom?” He laughed nervously.
Don’t let them know.
“I told you, my parents died in a gas explosion.” He paused, as if testing the words out. It’s been a while since he lied to you. “You know, poor plumbing practices.”
“But…” You sighed. “I’m sure that even in your teens you would’ve known them, right?”
“Unless you’re…hiding something from me?”
This was it; he knew that this was your breaking point. Any further deflections would cause you to investigate - which would inevitably put you in danger.
“....Well…” He went on.
Suddenly, the microwave let out its piercing sound, indicating that the food was done and ready to go. Maybe, just maybe, you casually forget about that one little topic about –
“Perfect!” You beamed. “We can talk about it over breakfast!”
Taking out the plates, Karma internally groaned.
Today was indeed the day.
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ℑronically, today’s breakfast was a chicken and falafel shawarma with tabbouleh and pita bread on the side. For the past two to three weeks, your boyfriend has spent time and energy learning this new recipe, despite failed attempts — including almost setting your kitchen on fire. Though the situation was resolved, Karma was a bit taken aback, while you were laughing your ass off, much to his dismay. But after knowing that you had a shitty day at work, Karma was happy to let you off the hook.
“God, I need you to stop cooking for me.”
“Why should I?” He smirked. “You know I love cooking only the best for you.”
“Exactly.” You wagged your spoon, before placing a chunk of falafel shawarma in your mouth. “You’re spoiling me. Again.”
“Look, I don’t really do the nine-to-five thing like you do.” He got up from his seat, thirsty for a little lemonade. “So I don’t mind cooking for you again…” He said, placing a carton of cranberry juice next to you. “As long as it means you’re happy and you’re healthy.”
You groaned. You had little to no argument there. All you had (before this cheeky bastard) was either a fast food chain, a delivery service, or a cup of noodles: all of which were staple foods that were tied to corporate survival. Those days were rough, but…you did get the money for overtime. You think.
“Xax.” He called. You snapped out of your trance. “Whatchu thinking about?”
Crap.
You bit your lip; you weren’t sure how to spill the news – because he specifically told you to stay on top of the issue. You were now a month in, and you still didn’t get your overtime pay.
And he even told you that he’d ask you that Monday!
Which is this Monday! Shit!
“Uh. Nothing much.” You quickly got your bearings, attempting to double down on a new topic. “But tell me…” You started. “Tell me about your mom.”
Karma stopped eating, putting his elbows on the table. This time, the silence had an edge to it. You could feel that the aggression was greatly subdued, but it held certainty. Certainty that you would indeed get what you want.
For a price.
“...Ok.” He continued chewing, getting comfortable. “In that case, where shall I begin?”
“Anywhere.” You said, keeping your voice low. “I don’t mind.”
“Alright.”
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“My mom was more than a plumber. She was the breadwinner of the house.” He scraped his plate, searching for invisible crumbs. “She had me after my dad and I married, and I was their first kid out of many.” He smiled a bit. “Let’s say they had a… lot of love to give.”
“Hm.” Your face remained as neutral as possible. “How many siblings do you have, Karma?”
“Have?” He chuckled. “Nononono – I had six. But none of them contacted me after the gas explosion. Because they probably thought that they’d be…uh, next? I’m not entirely sure.”
“What do you mean?”
“It wasn’t only my father and mother in the car.” He lowered his head. “My sister was in there. She was just getting picked up from primary school.”
“Oh my…oh my god.”
“My mother was warned multiple times by my dad: Do not go to work.” You could hear the anger bubbling in his voice. “My grandfather, on the other hand, let my mother do what she wanted, simply because she reminded him of his dead wife.” He shrugged, laughing bitterly. “But that didn’t stop him from fucking us up, though.”
“Uh…” You stammered, voice quiet. “Karma…”
“Anyhow my mother continued to go back to work, and for the first time – she finally understood what my dad meant. The situation finally “blew up” in her face, and she was sent to the CEO, and he brought in some specific rules regarding her resignation.”
This time you raised your voice. “Karma-”
He gripped the spoon tightly, his smile stretched unnaturally on his face. His words were becoming rambles. “And when she showed my grandfather and my father the resignation, it was too late.” His laugh was boisterous. “Way too late. And guess what?” His smile grew wider. “Everything on the damn resignation was eventually put into effect. And guess what? They burned, they fucking burned, thanks to her selfish–”
“KARMA!”
His face drooped into a frown, staring at you. “Mm?”
“I’ve heard everything I needed to know.”
“But you’re the one that asked for it.”
“And I’m the one who’s gonna stop it.” Firm, yet upset. That’s what your voice was. “Look. I know you’re upset. But you need to calm down.” You sternly advised. “And the last thing I want is for you to turn that anger towards me.”
His face twisted into a mix of remorse and restricted anger. “...I…I’m sorry.”
Unsure of what to say, you headed to your bedroom, trying to process what just occurred.
And meanwhile, Karma glanced at his phone. Angrily. Solemnly.
“....”
“Odio que me hagas daño, mamá.”
“Odio...que todavía te quiera.
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ℌours beyond hours passed – and still, Karma hadn’t come back home. It was routine for you and him to be asleep by 10, or later, if you wanted to cuddle. But your phone shimmered with the same top message: I’ll be home soon.
Meanwhile, you decided to send a message to your mom. You’d doubt she’ll ever see it, but…it was worth texting anyways. In the meantime, you went on a call with your Dad to keep yourself occupied, in hopes of distracting yourself from this morning’s events.
But it wasn’t enough.
12:08 PM ___ [ Karma ]
Hey Xaxi, I apologize for what happened today.
You were right, I did slightly placed my anger at you,
and…I’m sorry. It was an accident. That’s why I
kept avoiding it every time I said it. I wasn’t ready.
And I should’ve said that I wasn’t, instead of what
happened this morning. I’ll be sure to make it up to you.
12:11 PM ___ [ You ]
Karma, know that it wasn’t entirely your fault.
The reason I even brought it up the second time
was because I didn’t want you to ask about my over-
time pay. I also shouldn’t have been stupid and
kept asking you about it. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry
that I basically cause this to even happen in the
first place.
So, yeah. Feel free to come back.
So that way, we can feel shitty together? Lolololol
2:15 PM ___ [ Karma ]
Hey Xaxi, no worries. We both misunderstood
each other. But, I’m going to need some time
then I should to...feel a bit better.
Okay?
2:16 PM ___ [ You ]
Yeah!
No worries!
5:56 PM ___ [ You ]
Babes.
Where are you?
6:34 PM ___ [ Karma ]
Sorry Xaxi.
I'm...
I'm going to need a bit more time.
6:34 PM ___ [ You ]
Ok…
9:34 PM ___ [ You ]
Karma?
typing…
And as if he heard you typing, you heard a shut. And a lock. Of your door.
Immediately, you sprang up, beginning to squeeze oh so tight, as if he were to pull away at any second.
“Karma!”
His warm smile returned, lifting you up and planting a kiss on your tear-stained kisses. “Sorry (Y/N), something came up.”
“It’s fine, just let’s go to sleep!” You bonked his head. “Ok?”
“Yeah, I’m with you.” He bonked in return, nuzzling and snuggling your throat. “And I’m going to make sure you get one hell of a sleep.”
“Karma please!”
Your laugh echoed across the walls, all while he tickled you and nommed your throat a little more, excited to hear more. As he undressed, he slipped you his phone, preparing to head to the shower to have a good night's rest.
Raising an eyebrow, you reluctantly turned it on. What’s so interesting on this phone now? You thought, considering his phone was covered in Wingdings and boring wallpapers.
“Oh wow!” You exclaimed, dropping the phone back on the bed. “What’s with this all of a sudden?”
“Well…I was looking for those while I was out. As an apology gift to you.” He grinned awkwardly, his upper body on full display.
“I may not be 100% there yet, but I wanted to make…” Your boyfriend stammered. “To make progress.”
Your face began to beam, honestly surprised. “Well, Karma. Feel free to introduce them.”
“Alrighty. But just know I can’t tell you everything, ok?”
“Like I said, Karma McShawarma – no worries.”
This time, he began to burst into laughter, his fangs much more prominent.
And over time, with a few jokes here and there, you began to laugh with him too.
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𝔜ou were asleep. Fast asleep.
And there he was, staring at you. Piercing his eyes at you. At your throat, at your blood. At your chest. At your hands. At your very soul.
God, I love it when they sleep.
When they’re desperate.
When they’re mad.
When they hide things from me.
When they tame me.
He looked at his phone, scrolling through your bank account.
They don’t even know that I monitor their phone calls.
Their messages.
The hidden cameras.
The house cameras.
Their parents.
And their overtime pay.
Karma bit his lip, trying not to laugh.
Fuck, this is priceless.
I need to stop.
I need to stop messing with their life.
But it’s so fun!
A gentle kiss. A scarred hand. A warm, t̸̠̀̃̋ĩ̸̘̪ģ̵̣͖̞̾̉̆͝ͅh̴̞̉́͊͋t̸͈̩̫̟̆̅̍̓ͅ hug.
Dead dove do not eat, themes of obsession, delusional Leon, stalking, manipulation, taking advantage of kindness
Pairing: obsessed Leon x therapist reader
Leon never had anything permanent, everything was to just to much. The government basically forced Leon to get therapy as they believed therapy would help him improve on missions.
Leon lied about everything he knew he was a good liar. You wouldn’t catch on but sometimes he liked telling you how bad he felt and how lonely he felt just to get something out of you. The way you could see the genuine sadness that he wasn’t doing well, made him feel cared and loved for.
Leon’s gaze is cold no hint of warmth as he stared right at you as you smiled at him waiting for him to just spill everything out so you can give advice and help him. Atleast that’s what you think, Leon accepted he’s beyond saving he only really comes to these appointments are because of you as Leon can tell you have feel accomplished when you offer Leon advice on his lie.
“I’ve been worst lately.”
It wasn’t a lie, Leon sometimes feels as if he’s losing himself more each day. He only said this to gain sympathy and support from you so you can lower your guard and let him in. His gaze stayed on you as he waited for you to feel sorry for him.
“I’m so sorry to hear that, Leon.”
He likes hearing you have care in your voice for him. He wonders if your words would change or not if you ever found out the things he’d done in raccoon city.
“Have you been drinking lately?”
“No”
Another lie and it was barely 10am, Leon didn’t have to look up to see that your disappointed in him. You had given him advice that when he wants to drink alcohol to just chug water, Leon never used that advice it sounded stupid.
“It’s nice that you’re telling the truth.”
Leon doesn’t have any guilt that he’s basically manipulating your emotions, using his trauma to get the reaction that he wants out of you. He lifts his gaze up to you searching to your face to see if your still disappointed in him or any reaction he craves that’ll make you want to comfort him or notice him.
“I thought we agreed on taking the alcohol out of your home.”
“I found some in the cabinet I forgot to throw out.”
Leon never threw the alcohol out from his house, it’s still in the glass cabinet mocking him. He wonders how’d you act if you guys were a couple, would you be those controlling mother type girlfriends? Will you be okay with him leaving you for long periods of time.
Leon’s not sure, he hasn’t been able to see what type of person you’d be in a relationship. He wants to figure you out and know how to be able to make you love him back. He knows it’s forbidden for therapists to be in relationships with their patients and how you could lose your job over this. Would you be willing to do that for him? Would you be the devoted type of lover that’ll drop anything for him?
Leon likes the thought of you being devoted towards him. Because for once he’s not gonna get be the one forced to just give up everything for someone else. But now he’s just content with learning more about you.
This special is from a scene much further in the LU comic. It felt like a fitting way to reflect on the journey that started it all. What an impression it left, as we still feel that sense of adventure all these years later.
Imagine falling in to linked universe immediately after break up. Like you're just at home, in your pj's and you get the text. And so you are sobbing and planning to grab snacks so you could lie in bed and cry for the next who knows how long and ignoring the weird shadow that's been lurking in the corner of your eye lately, and as you're about to go get up, you fucking fall through this black portal into the the abyss to pop out in a random forest. Like you're suddenly realizing what the fuck just happened and starting to cry hysterically because what the fuck. and then you hear all this crashing and thumping and so you curl up into a ball on the floor to await your demise but it doesn't happen. Like you're just laying there sobbing your heart out only to be surrounded by 9, 11 if we're including Courage and Koridai, Heroes of the Triforce. All of whom are wielding weapons and look like they might attack you.
Imagine it from their perspective, they saw another portal open and heard crying and thought that there was another Link, possibly as young if not younger than they were when some of them started their journey, out in the forest in the middle of the night and was hurt. They go to search only to find a grown ass adult sitting on the ground bawling like a baby. And you're terrified because you're in the dark and can't see but you can hear several mens voices which never means good things alone in the woods. And it's nearly dark! They manage to calm you and get you back to where they had been setting up camp. The whole walk you're lowkey dissociating but they keep talking and asking questions and you are trying to be polite until Legend points out an injury or limp that you hadn't noticed thanks adrenaline. Hyrule is there in a flash, using his healing magic before anyone can argue so they decide to split up and send some ahead and finish getting things set up before . After he seems you healed enough you continue toward camp.
When you get there, Wars ask what happened and if there was a shadow involved. You don't see the glares that are sent his way. You start to explain about the shadow thing and feeling the world drop out from below but as you keep talking, you remember that you are suddenly single and you're so fucking overwhelmed and you already were having a rough fucking day before somehow ending up in the woods of all places through some unknown, possibly divine, intervention and you are tearing up as the words get harder to force out but you still try to answer their questions between hiccups.
Imagine Twilight suddenly pulling you into a hug and you go from blubbering but trying to talk, to full on heaving sobs as he rubs your back because he heard you say your boyfriend left you and thought back to Minda and how much he adored her and how hurt and sad he was when she left. Totally not because he has the intense urge to hold you. They all wanted to, but Twi was faster. He just doesn't want anyone to feel that upset because he remembers how bad it was and how he wished someone had offered him a hug and the chance to grieve the person you lost becausetheyleftus. And from your pov, this random ass person being so nice and giving you a hug is enough to break down what little defenses you have left and you're just crying. And he's just holding you and rubbing your back as he tells you that it's okay and how you can cry as much as you need. He keeps you in his arms until you pass out, a mix between the adrenaline crash and the emotional crash and the sheer amount of hard sobbing sending you to Dreamland.
They're all looking at each other acknowledging that you are absolutely not a threat, especially as you can barely breathe through your sobs. One of them, probably Warriors or sky, would offer you a handkerchief only to find out that you were unconscious making them discuss what they should do. The shadow wanted you bad enough to bring you here to them, and there's something about you that makes them want to keep you. It would be so cruel to leave someone alone when it is clear that they can't protect themselves. And if Wild manages to got into your phone (assuming it didn't get lost or broken when you fell) and they read your messages, that just proves they would be doing you a favor. Besides you don't have proper clothing and you'll have to borrow shoes or go about barefoot. Truly, they are being so generous, keeping you with them.
So kind~
*Author note* Yes, I'm ok. Just dealing with my break up
I’ve only seen a couple fanfics of a concept where they have the reader be unable to understand the Chain because the boys are speaking in Hylian and not English. What I haven’t seen is people utilizing that Twilight could potentially understand them because his Hylian is essentially English, whereas the others’s Hylian is essentially Japanese.
Twilight probably won’t understand modern slang. Maybe he can only understand Reader’s English when they’re sleepy or tipsy, so it sounds all scrambled. Inferring based on Midna’s voice clips in Twilight Princess where she’s actually speaking English, but bits of what she’s saying are spliced up and randomized. Since Hyrule is kinda a medieval fantasy land, imagine Twilight’s English sounding more like Shakespeare English + his slight country drawl/accent.
RE9 is deep inside by brain and I have so many thoughts about Leon... Oh my beloved... Also if you notice this changing randomly or the whole blog don't mind ittt im just being sillyyyy :333
「 ✦ TW/CW: ✦ 」 SMUT, DARK CONTENT? (kind of, more at the end), Bad English, 18+ (MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DON’T INTERACT), GN Reader? (one mention of pregnancy, but i keep it pretty generic for the most part), Royal AU, Knight!Leon, I imagined this with RE9 Leon but you can imagine other leons expect re2 sowwy, Implied Age gap between Reader and Leon but it's up to you to imagine, One mention of death, Yandere Leon (mostly at the end), Mention/Implied Kidnapping, Mention of arranged/forced marriage, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ My blog contains dark content, be careful when interacting/following! Please if you like my work don't forget to reblog/interact with me♡
Leon is a knight. A very good one to be exact, though not that you ever saw him do anything in particular... Or saw him at all. The first time you saw him was after your father assigned him as your personal guard, before that you only heard whisper and rumours. Leon was always kept away, missions to dangerous for any other knight, enough to make a less devoted knight start asking question they shouldn't know the answer.
Meeting the actual Leon was weird. You imagine him differently; older, less big, and definitely less cheeky and without any type of humour, as you were used with your old guard. He kept silent for most the time, his hand on his precious sword, but Leon will comment with a cheeky and not funny line whatever situation you found yourself in, not caring who hears it or if it's directed to someone whose right in front of him.
At the very least, he tells you, being your sitter isn't particularly a hard job or a traumatizing one. You aren't sure if he's glad to have this "boring job" or if he misses the fun of the more dangerous jobs. You aren't supposed to care in the first place.
If you have to be honest however... You are worried. Your old guard died in his sleep, that's what they told you at least, and then Leon is now your new guard? Maybe you are over thinking it, but it seems like they are hiding something from you. Or that at least your father is worried. You can't ask neither Leon or your father, since you knew they were going to avoid or not answering at all so it was on you to found out. It was going to be hard since Leon was around you all the time, even when taking a bath he was right outside your door, waiting. You were glad he refused to be inside with you, even joking about it most of the time to annoy you.
But Leon always made sure you never found out too much, not wanting your pretty head to worry too much about things out of your control or too horrid. What you really found out was how Leon was a nice, soft, and even kind knight. To you. He really didn't have much patience for anybody else as he did with you, his blue eyes were softer when he looked at you, a small smile appears on his face.
You weren't sure when exactly you started noticing those things however. Or looking at Leon differently, for that matter. Everybody else did however, since your lady in waiting and maids all starting chuckling with each other every time Leon entered the room or was near you. In the rare times when Leon wasn't listening, or simply pretended not to, would try to get some gossip from you about your relationship.
Which was strictly professional one. He was guard, that's it. Nothing more between you two.
However, when your father started to talk about your future, your future marriage, you were distraught in a way you never imagined being. Not that you wanted to get married to a complete stranger, but you learn to accept it. Now your heart was screaming. Your mind was loathing the mere thought. And your eyes, crying. So you run back to Leon's arms, clinging to him sobbing and telling him everything. The possibility of marriage, the possibility of going away from your father, from him, from everything you knew. To warm a stranger's bed and bear his children.
Leon is devastated. He knew that it was going to happen, of course he did, still the mere idea made him sick. He tried to comfort you, hugging you closer and wipe off your tears, but each time he can feel his words coming out less secure, he finds himself agreeing with you, and, worse of it all, he kisses you when you start to spit out more anxious talk that don't really make much sense.
That was the breaking point. He knew. Leon knew that from that point on, he won't be able to be away from you.
How could he when you looked so cute with tears in your eyes while looking at him, begging him to do anything really. Can he really help though? Should he? When Leon looks at you, those answers are clear and obvious, but his knight trained mind makes him reconsider. But all his resolution comes crumbling down when you kiss him too; desperate, unsure, inexperienced but oh, so needy. Is he the first that your soft lips ever touch? Or you have kissed someone else? Gods, the way your body fits so perfectly into his, the way you softly whimper and moan when he holds you closer and bite your lips...
Leon tells himself that he can't. That he shouldn't. No matter how much he wants you, he cannot have you, you are a royal. Meant for someone of your status, not him. An older, tired, knight who cannot give you what you truly deserve. But you are a temptation for him; a mere kiss won't satisfy any more after dreaming it for months now, and each moment that passes that line he promised to not pass keeps disappearing more and more... His hands now grip your ass and pick you up with easy, and lets you both fall into your bed.
"I shouldn't..." he says, his mind finally taking control of his lust body. Leon looks down, at your messy figure, and sees the same stare he has full of lust, full of need.
"Please... Leon..." you beg, voice so sweet, so intoxicating. "I don't care about anything else Leon... I just want you. Please, Leon..." your hand go to hold his face with your hands, looking at him in the eyes directly. You didn't care about his or yours status, all you wanted was Leon. Fully.
Leon simply cannot refuse you.
So he takes you right there. In your bed. While maybe, there are some guards patrolling or right outside your door. Neither of you care, not with the way you both are basically intoxicated with feeling each other's bodies. Leon is far too big for your virgin body, so he spends time between your legs eating, sucking, biting every inch of skin that he can find in order to make you more prepared, more comfortable.
It's a tight fit regardless, no matter the preparation. Leon is simply too big for your poor hole, stretching in ways you thought impossible, and he wasn't able to push it all in. Not that he minded, since being inside you was heavily for Leon, and it took him everything to not pound in you like a beast in heat. But you would love that, would you? Not now, he already ruined your first time, so he needs to make it up to you by going to your pace.
He goes slow and gentle at first, not trying to push his cock deeper, just trying to get you used to his length. Yet you are already a mess; lashes full of tears falling on your cheeks, legs up in the air, hair completely messy, body sore and trembling already. You have never felt this full, this desperate for a release.
You did, more than you would ever admit, masturbate. When nights were too long and sleep kept running away, your lower stomach felt like burning so you let your finger wander, touching yourself more and more... But this? This is completely different. The way Leon fills you up, the way his cock hits all your sweet spots, his low and deep moans, his hot voice telling you how good you are being for him, how you were made for him... If before only your stomach was burning, now every part of felt like drowning in pure ecstasy. All you could do was desperately cling into him, marking his arms, chest and back with your nails making groan even louder.
And, of course, Leon cums deep inside of you just to watch the cum coming out of your hole, wondering about the future... Would you agree to run off with him? Not that you have much choice, he can just pick you up and run, would love having a family? He sure does. You would look good with a small baby in your arms, one that is attached to your hip. But when he looks up and see your almost asleep figure Leon feels that desperate need to have you all for himself, to watch you smile, fall asleep in his arms... And he can just do that. It will b tricky and hard, your father won't just give up on you so easily, but if he plays his cards right...
You will be his. Without no one knowing where you are, or what really happened to you.
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Red Roses & MDNI Banner by @/saradika (you can find them here & here)