it’s genuinely so upsetting that nobody acknowledges the fact that claire was probably equally traumatized by raccoon city as leon. like she’s YOUNGER than him. she wasa college student. unlike him she wasn’t trained for tense situations like that or to survive .and imagine the toll it had on her to see all of those dead bodies. like leon had to have experience and training in survival and emotionally handling dead bodies and stuff. and she’s barely an adult but she’s given the title of “mom” or mother figure just because she wasn’t going to let sherry die. she saw sherry as a friend and an equal in my eyes. maybe im projecting but claire is NOT the mother type. she’s a young woman who has a ton of empathy and kindness but not one who I can see caring for a child voluntarily,.
leon kennedy nsfw drabble. picture like, DI leon for reference.
nsfw below the cut. 18+ or i will eat you
working as leon’s partner and unofficial assistant wasn’t always an easy task. but there were perks. such as when he has you bent over in his office, your hand desperately trying to block the noise from alerting everyone in the agency. he’s so rough too, he’s a big shot agent, he doesn’t need an assistant. but god does he love bending his little partner over his desk. loves making that bratty mouth say his name. and oh he can be so mean to his pretty partner. you’re younger than him. he knows his presence and words are like age play, his rich tone turning you into an obedient good girl. he’ll be rubbing your clit and thrusting into you all at the same time, your hips bruising against his desk with each thrust. and god damn does he love hearing you struggle to keep it together. he loves the sound of you whining his name, and the way you clench around him so desperately. leon loves his partner.
bonus! dialogue :
“honey, you look so pathetic right now,” ( i love degrading im sorry )
“hah, leon, i’m gonna cum,”
“shit sweetheart, you’re so wet already.”
“oh, honey, you gotta be quiet. we don’t want anyone hearing us, right?”
all the while he’s got you stuffed so deliciously full that you’re just nodding along to everything the man says.
Suguru Geto hears you playing with yourself in your apartment begging for him. Roommates are here to help you when you need it, and he is just too eager to please :)
word count: 3.8k <3
content: SMUT!!! 18+!!!! hair pulling, mild choking, P->V penetration, fingering, oral (F!Receiving) dark/gothic sexy talk (idk how to describe it, it's dark and sexy idk) very mild shame kink, praise kink, slight Dom!Suguru
authors note: sorry for the delay!!! i wanted this posted 4 days ago smh... there was so much demand for a p2 i wanted to make sure i got it RIGHT, my princess suguru deserves only the best. this has some mild religious undertones, i kept with the Type O Negative theme and based this one around Christian Woman. thank you so much for all your support!!! MWAH!!! <3333
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"you called for me, you need some help?"
a wash of cool goosebumps raises your skin as his voice resonates around the room, clashing against the heat in your face as you are stricken with a vulnerability you had been lusting after, but never entirely prepared for.
Suguru strides over to the edge of your bed, placing his large hands adorned with chunky rings on the soft mattress caging in around your feet, a dark wash of need over his face as he watches you, eating you hungrily with his eyes.
your hand still laced between your thighs, mind whirring.
a feeble "can you please?.." falls from your lips, the thick tension in the room snapping.
without another word, he scooped you up, his arm under the arch of your back lifted gently off the bed as he pulled himself on top of you, lips crashing together.
a tangle of limbs finding each other, your arm trapped against your clit for a moment before you find a way out.
the cold buckle of his black jeans pushes against your pelvis as his heavy hands explore your body, sloppy kisses trailing down from your lips, your neck, decorating your chest.
"you've been- calling my name for weeks- when were you going to get brave enough to come get me?" he pants between red love bites.
his breath hot on your skin, his hands squeezing and groping all over your body in a sick adoration. a heady lust tangling your minds like an ugly amalgamation, a thoughtless beast raring it's head.
"i didn't know.." you trail off, so consumed by him unable to think for yourself.
"know what?" he purrs, taking your earlobe into your mouth.
"i didn't-fuck-know if you wanted me" you gasp.
"i've needed you since we met.." he murmured against your neck, sending a shiver down the side of your body.
he sits up, backlit by your tv against the heavy looming darkness of your bedroom. the creeping feeling that maybe you were the last two people alive, or perhaps the first two people to ever experience pleasure swirled in your mind.
the undercurrent, a feeling of singularity.
warching him peel off his shirt against the cold light of the tv screensaver, a uniquely inorganic glow against the most human sight in your known existence encouraged the feeling of a stranded, sequestered experience.
behind the heavy lock of your front door, here you were.
alone in your room with suguru.
a tension had been planted the day you met. watching him walk into the diner, your booth facing the door in the lively bustle of coffee pots and tall stacks of pancakes whisking around between tables, a deafening silence fell around your ears. no longer were you one of many in a crowd, but two halves of a singularity.
you tucked it away, burying it under laundry and moving boxes.
but as the weeks passed and clutter found it's home around the apartment, you kept tripping over that itch laying at the foot of your bed.
that lust was carnal and dark, an urgency you were not fit to embody. so you hid in your room, the heat of your bed hiding you behind yet another locked door.
but the walls were thin, and you were hungry.
he irritated that infection of yours, a sickness he burdened you with. a sculpted back made to be clawed, teeth sinking into his shoulder. long silky black hair you were- as far as you understood- prophesied to tangle your fingers in, tears welling in your eyes as you wracked with pleasure.
how Edwardian, haunting.
but there is no place for reckoning with god in the mundane monotony of a job, the line at the grocery store, the online interface of your rent terminal.
but here you were, lying through your teeth to protect yourself from....
from what?
the very idea you had desires you didn't understand? a darkness you possessed you didn't approve of?
you knew he felt it, you saw it in his eyes. a vicious curiosity bubbled under the surface, a silent chaos under the cool veneer of an aloof bookworm.
why lie? why pretend you didn't see it? once the tension breaks, the church doors open. the confessional is your only solace. kneel upon the grater to find peace and revelation.
stripping himself of invention in front of you, his long broad frame unfurling up over your bed with a looming intimidation, you spill your guts across the sheets.
"i lied," you whisper quietly, "i knew. i was afraid, i think." you twist your fingers together in nervous anticipation.
falling around you, his long arms caging you in under him, his hair a silken sheet curtaining around your face.
"afraid of what?" he said lowly, a softness in his voice.
"i think.... i was afraid to admit i needed you. i didn't want to... acknowledge it." you whispered so quietly, only he would've heard you had you not been so utterly alone with him.
"whats so scary about a need?.." he purrs as he kisses you deeply, sinking into you. ".. you've been haunting me, passing through my walls at night and infecting my dreams. i can say with certainty, i have a need for you." he murmurs against the soft flesh of your lips, trailing kissed and bites down to latch onto your nipple, his strong veined hands groping your chest so hungrily.
"i-it's not that easy" you gasp, stumbling over your own moans getting caught in your throat. "i was afraid it was... dark. that i-aah!" you choke out, already coming undone under him.
his chest pressed to your heaving stomach, his dark hair splayed across your body as he pleases you, slowly- torturously- works his way down your body.
"that you what?" he questions, a syrupy lilt to his voice-somewhere between a genuine curiosity and a mockery of your wavering constitution.
"...that i was doing something wrong." you whisper as if confessing a sin at the knees of a god.
he reaches down to unbuckle his pants, shuffling them down to his knees. laying his weight back on you, the throbbing pulse of his aching cock trapped in his underwear presses against your eager, drooling pussy. a small stifled moan escapes your lips as he grabs your jaw firmly and forces you to look in his dark, heavy eyes.
"do you feel that?" he whispers softly, the ghost of his breath dances across your face as he slowly grinds his cock against your clit.
you squirm and whimper, nodding quickly.
"that is you. that's what you've done to me-" he grinds into you harder, the roll of his body and the taut flex of his stomach hypnotizing you as he stares deeply into your eyes. "-this is the wound you left in me that will never heal. you are the knife i twist inside myself. this is wrong. what we've done to each other is wrong. but do you care so much about the morality of a need to choose to suffer without it?" his hand slowly slides down to rest on your throat, a gentle pressure causing your head to swim as he watches you intently, rolling his thick cock on your clit over and over again, a slow sensuous movement you utterly break down under. "i-" you stutter, tears welling in your eyes as you are overwhelmed with pleasure, "w-we would eat each other like monsters, claw each other to nothing" you whisper frantically, approaching an orgasm, your wet slick soaking the front of his underwear as he continues grinding his hard length into you without reprieve.
he kisses your forehead firmly, his weight shifting over you placing more pressure on your throat as he times your orgasm perfectly, so aware of the sounds you make and what they mean, understanding perfectly what your pleasure looks like.
mumbling against your forehead, he whispers, "i'd destroy myself to please you, to be consumed by you is just as well."
his words shake you to your core, a vile dedication alighting your sheets in a twisted consecration. you undo completely, legs shaking and eyes rolling back as you cum against his thick cock, his name falling mindlessly from your lips over and over again as he gives you the first of many. small encouraging "mhm"s and "just like that" fall over you as he fucks against you, working you through your high.
as you settle, your chest heaving and your legs falling limp, he slowly works off the rest of his clothes and trails his lips down your body once more, this time not stopping at your chest.
savoring and worshipping every inch of your skin, stopping frequently just to rest his chin on you and stare deeply up into your eyes, a palpable reverence emanating off him as he lavishes in the salty sweat on your skin, the plush of your thighs, the music of your gasping breath as you recover.
lacing his thick arms under your thighs, he gently places kisses on the inside of your thighs, licking stripes and devolving into hungered bites, leaving red marks up to your knee. squirming and groaning in his arms, he smiles up at you. "impatient, pretty?"
you hide in your hands, shying away. "no, it just feels g-good" but your body tells another story, hips bucking against his chin as he rests it on your clit, slowly pushing his chin into your wet lips.
"reverence is a slow fever, love." he purrs as he dips down and places light kisses on your clit, the fluttery ticklish brush of his lips on yours was torture. slowly and meticulously swirling his tongue over you, eyes rolling back as he finally tastes you.
"i've waited so long to know you, and you taste amazing" he mumbled against your lips, lavishing in your scent, the way you taste, how soft you are. he abandons restraint, pulling himself deeper into you by your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. you watch him eat you so hungrily, eyes rolling back grunting and growling against you, his hair falling in his face as he pushes his jaw against you. creating artwork with his tongue, the rings on his slender fingers glinting in the glow of the tv. the light washing across his bare back illuminating the flex and roll of his muscles as he moves your thighs, pushing them farther apart, pushing them back against your chest, crushing his face with them. he devolved into a frenzy, desperately chasing every way he can please you. plunging his tongue deep inside you, fucking you on his face, dragging long stripes up to your clit, sucking and gently biting you, watching you squirm under his attention.
the lilt and pitch of your moans tell him he found the rhythm you need, he keeps that pace perfectly for you. any notion of a sore jaw or neck was irrelevant and unimportant to him. he would break his bones to please you, whats a little lock jaw?
you feel that coil in your stomach tighten as he encourages you with little "mhm"s against your dripping pussy, your fingers laced tight in his hair pulling him in harder as he swirls his tongue back and forth over your clit.
grinding your hips against his face, legs tight and shaking, you gush down his chin as you cum, spasming against him. you cry out his name mindlessly over and over again as he drinks in the sight, the taste, the feeling of your orgasm.
placing firm kisses on your throbbing clit as you come down, he brings his hand around and gently splays your lips apart, rubbing slow messy circles over your pussy, smearing your cum around all over yourself. picking his head up, a glossy sheen of slick coating the lower half of his face and a glow of sweat beading the other, his dark low eyes watch you with a smile as your chest heaves and you twitch as he overstimulates your poor pretty pussy.
"did that feel wrong to you?" he asks lowly, his voice dripping with lust as he watches you squirm under him.
you shake your head, replying "no, it felt-ahh!-really g-good. thank you, suguru" you mewl, fucked out and delirious.
he slowly pushes his middle finger into the tight plush of your pussy saying "you deserve to feel good, pretty girl. let me please you until my body can't give you anything else." he says quietly, a secret for only your ears. he reaches the hilt of his finger, his ring a cold contrast against you as he begins pumping his finger inside you, massaging up into the knot of flesh that makes you weak.
you crane your body up off the bed, back arching as he hits exactly where you need. you instinctively grab his wrist with both hands, pushing his finger deeper into you with every thrust as he watches you carefully, licking and biting your thigh.
"please, c-can i have more-fuck, god that feels so good" you cry out, rolling your hips against his hand.
"you need another? your pussy needs more?" he purrs, pulling his finger out to add another.
as he slides his middle and ring finger inside you, your pussy swallowing them generously as you clench and throb around him, relief washes over you as you are finally filled by him. that empty ache satiated by his long slender fingers pumping deep inside you.
he presses the heel of his palm to your clit, a firm warmth for you to roll your hips against, slick coating his palm as he watches with low dark eyes, slack jawed with knitted brows, his free hand groping and squeezing your chest, your waist, your hips, your thighs.
his fingers massage up against the inner wall of your lower stomach, that coil pilling tighter and tighter as you helplessly moan and squirm against the bed, rocking your hips against his palm chasing yet another high.
your pussy clenched and squeezes around his fingers, gushing down his hand as you cum, stars behind your eyelids as you are rocked by your orgasm, waves of sharp pleasure wash over you.
"god, fuck you squirted on me" he says quietly, almost whimpering. as if it were a painful to watch you completely unravel on his fingers, prodding a weak spot he has. slowly pulling his fingers out, he licks and sucks his fingers clean down to his wrist, groaning at the taste eyes rolling back.
"you are everything i ever couldve wanted and it's torture" he laments, running his hands up your stomach as he pulls himself back over you, his face hovering over yours, his hips pressed to yours, cock resting firmly on your drooling hungry pussy.
"please, i need you to fuck me, suguru" you whisper, begging with wide eyes, digging your fingernails into his biceps.
"god, yes. anything, i'll do anything." he groans, feverishly kissing you, hips bucking against you as he loses himself in you, squeezing and groping you all over your body as if he couldn't possibly touch you enough.
he pulls back and lines himself up with you, slowly pushing his long thick cock inside you, a long low "fuucckkk, god you are so fucking wet" his eyebrows knitted together, jaw slack as he watches your eyes grow wide and your jaw hang open as you feel his girth stretch you out, your pussy swelling generously to accommodate him. he reaches the hilt of his cock decorated with jet black tufts, he looks down to drink in the sight of his cock buried deep inside you, already slick and matting down his hair as you gush out around him.
he is tense and restrained as he waits to let you adjust to him. wrapping one arm under your back, the other under your ass, he buries his head in the crook of your neck gently licking and sucking on your skin, his voice low and dark as he asks "you ready, pretty girl?"
you nod fervently, choking out a tense whisper, "please, please yes"
he slowly starts pumping in and out, hard slow thrusts hitting deep inside you, he picks his head up to hold your face, looking deeply into your eyes as he fucks you, mumbling "so pretty... look at what you did to me..."
he fucks you faster, hitting you exactly where you need watching your face twist in pleasure as you spill whimpers and moans of his name, the lewd squelch of your pussy emanating around the room as his hips ram into your over and over again, filling you so perfectly, the bulge of his cock pushing out your lower abdomen every time he hits deep against your cervix.
"m-more, please. do what you want, i need you so bad" you babble mindlessly, his hand on your face clenching tight around your jaw, his lips ghosting over yours as you beg for him.
"you need more? you need me to fuck you harder? you need me to take you and make you mine, pretty?" he purrs, punishing your poor pussy making it near impossible for you to respond. you whine and grunt like an animal, nodding fervently against his hand as he squeezes your chin, holding your gaze on him.
he pulls out, flipping you over into your stomach effortlessly. he runs one hand up your back as he pushes your knees apart with his thigh, splaying you out in front of him. the other finds your hip as he lays down on top of you lacing his fingers through your hair. with a sharp jerk his yanks your head back by your hair, his lips brushing against your ear, a low threat rumbles in his chest, "you want to eat each other like monsters? you want me to claw you apart? you wouldn't like it if anyone found out about this, pretty girl. it's terrible, a sin even, isn't it?" he teases, yanking your hair harder as he mentions the sinful sight you must be under him.
"yes, it's awful! please, i won't tell anyone what we do in the dark. please just fuck me, i need you so bad" you cry, squirming against his cock on your ass as he rolls his hips into you.
he pulls back, running the head of his cock against your lips, smearing your wet slick around. he sinks back into you with a guttural groan, "yes, that's it. take it, pretty".
grabbing onto a fistful off your hair, he holds himself up on his elbow caging around the side of your face. his head in the crook of your neck, he thrusts hard into you with a grunt. you yelp, instantly full, he slams into you g-spot as you are shoved into the bed.
he hisses as you wrap tight around his cock again, throbbing and milking him for cum. he rolls his hips a few times before quickly devolving into fast stuttering thrusts, groaning and grunting like an animal in your ear, a mess of "you need this?" and "god, fucking take it" fall around you as he slams his cock into you, your pussy sucking him back in over and over again, tight and wet for him as he uses your pussy the way you begged him to. the wet smack! of his balls against your clit, your ass jiggling under him as he rams his cock into your pussy, your head lolling back and forth against his hand as he grips your hair, shoving your face down into the mattress, it's a disgusting display- you are lucky you are hidden away together in the dark of night, if anyone saw this they would be shocked by how easy you are to work into a mess.
you stutter out broken "thank you"s over and over, his name spilling from your lips as he pumps his cock into you, punishing and hard.
his breath catches in his throat, his fist squeezing your hair tighter with the other hand on your back, forcing you into a deeper arch. "fuck, im gonna cum in that perfect little pussy" he grunts, "you need my cum? you gonna take it, pretty girl? you gonna take what i give you?" he babbles, fucking you faster, panting and groaning broken "god, fuck" and "shit, it's too good" as his cock twitches against your tight walls.
the thought of his large strong hands pinning you down and making you take his cum deep in your pussy felt godly, as if it were the honor of the arcane and powerful. fighting back tears, you claw at the sheets and push your hips back on him, hooking your ankles around the backs of his thighs pulling him deeper. "please, give me everything!" you choke, squeezing and clenching around him as you feel yourself fall apart around him, gushing and squirting down the length of his cock as he collapses on top of you, choking out "fuck baby you deserve it, take everything i have" as he bites your shoulder, panting as he dumps his hot cum deep against your cervix. the thick muscle on the underside of his cock throbbing and pulsing inside you, his legs shaking and his nails digging into your skin.
you lay together, his weight on you as you both still, rolling your hips against each other as you both come down. he releases you hair and pets it, smoothing it down and finger-combing the tangles left behind. his cock still plugging you full of his cum, he hisses and gently bucks against you every time your pussy throbs around him. gently kissing and licking your neck, shoulder, jaw, he peppers you with praise and adoration. "you did so good, you made me feel amazing.... thank you... i loved every second of it." he whispers against your skin, his voice soft and sweet in your ear.
once you both cool off enough, he pulls his half-hard cock out of you, cum spilling all down your clit and onto the sheets.
he cleans you up, brings you water, and carries you to the bathroom.
once you are back in your bed, you lay on his chest as you play with his long silky hair, messy and tumbling down his shoulders.
his hands tipping your face up to his and stroking your cheek with his thumb, low sleepy eyes looking down at you, a content smile on his blushed face he mumbles, "next time just come get me, waiting outside your door for you to ask for me was torture, yknow."
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authors note #2: me personally? i'm fidgeting with the rings on his fingers while he fucks me :)
suguru geto nsfw drabble below the cut. 18+ please and thanks!
best friend! suguru who is always so touchy with you that it’s made people question whether you were dating. he grabs you by the hips for hugs, has you wearing his clothes when you’re cold, the man practically threatened a guy who mentioned asking you on a date. ( he made gojo swear not to tell you ). best friend!suguru who you party with at gojo’s parties, smoking weed together in the back of the place when it got too loud. somehow ending up in his lap and lazily making out. his tongue melding against yours, chests raggedly raising and falling for breath between the sloppy kisses. his fingers gripping your thighs, and even high there’s no missing the bulge in his pants. his fingers feeling dangerously close to the hem of your skirt, lips finding your neck to suck a swollen red mark onto your skin. his fingers are slowly working their way under the hem, finding purchase between the wet fabric of your panties and you. gasping when he rubs tantalizing circles over your puffy clit, grinding himself up into you when you make the most delicious little whine in his ear, his eyes rolling at how you sounded. best friend! suguru who removes his fingers from between your slick thighs, looking you in the eye as he brings them to his lips for a taste. “tastes so good,” he’d purr, fingers nimbly undoing his pants as you whine from loss of contact.
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