#my writings

[luminote]

The poet exists in fragments, so does the poetry.

[metamorphesque]

'things there are no words for, but should be', tatheve simonyan

[jamiedout]

“It’s not like I can just drop into trance.” You whined to your friend. “It’s something that only a trained hypnotist can make me do.”

“So I can’t just snap my fingers and say cock obsessed? Like this.” They snapped and you immediately dropped to your knees, unbuttoning their pants.

You didn’t know why but you had to suck your friend’s cock. Their big, hard, throbbing cock. Just the thought made your mouth water. Just the thought of cock got you all worked up.

Finally seeing it, smelling it, tasting it was sure to cure your obsession.

[dumblr]

i want your picture in my wallet so even when i’m broke, i’ll still feel rich.

[robbyshoodie]

Robby’s got you arched so beautifully in front of him that he can’t bring himself to care that you’re Jack’s little sister. He should care, he really, really should care. I mean, Jack pleaded with his most trusted friend to check in on you throughout the week as he and Dr. Mohan attend a “medical conference” in DC.

If Jack can lie about fucking one of the residents, why can’t Robby lie about fucking Jack’s younger sister who just so happens to be finishing up her residency at Presby? She’s not working under Robby at PTMC, so work wise there’s nothing wrong with it.

Morally… morally Robby is conflicted. But, hey, Sisyphus is happy for once.

Fuck he’s using his hand over your mouth and the one gripped firmly in your hair as leverage to fuck your hips back onto his girth, pushing him deeper in to you like it’s his only mission to breach your cervix.

Your whimpers only spur him on more towards his goal. “I want it! I fucking want it!” He growls to no one, not even realizing he spoke out loud until you mumble a “hmm?”

“I want you bred and round by Christmas. You and your shit under my roof by New Years. Ring by Valentine’s.” His thrusts are relentless as his hips smack into your ass, the fat of it rippling with each one. “God, f-fuck! Your body was made to be a m-mama, huh? You want that? You want that with me?”

The scream you let out behind his hand almost startles him, but the instant warm liquid running down between both your thighs, pooling on the bed, shocks him. “I think my filthy girl wants that, huh? Her body sure does, yeah?”

[nixscriptum]

[darkstaria]

Yandere Leon Kennedy - Soulmate Body Swap Au.

Summary: In a world where soulmates swap bodies once per lifetime for a few hours, you are unfortunate enough to swap during a mission. You do not have a good time.

Yandere batfam fans you do not perceive this post. It's not here. Unless you like Leon, then perceive all you like :)

----

"What the fuck."

It seemed like you were in a mansion. Opulent ceilings, fancy decorations, all that jazz. Yep, just casually, in this mansion. Great.

Why were you in this mansion, you may ask? You would love to know! Because as far as you knew, you were chilling in bed, about to go to sleep, and now you're in this freaky mansion with distant groans that were really starting to scare you.

"Where am I?" You mumble, staring at your hands as if they belonged to an alien. They might as well of, because they were not your hands. These hands were calloused, littered with scars that spoke of a lifetime of violence. You experimentally clenched one of them, it responded.

Despite these hands not being yours, they certainly acted like they were, responding to your panic and shaking alongside you, as you stumbled forward into a nearby bathroom.

It was not a great bathroom. The lights were mostly dead and is that.. Yep. A dead body lied on the ground, empty eyes staring into your soul. A circle of blood surrounded her. You tried to step around it.

Oh. A distant part of you thought, looking upwards. I'm in the women's bathroom.

You looked up, making eye contact with the person in the mirror, with this stranger that could never be you.

And I'm a man.

----

You were not proud of the monumental freakout you proceeded to have. Honestly, you were just thankful you didn't need to use any of the nearby toilets. You could only pretend to have not seen a bathtub full of blood once before it shreds your blissful ignorance. As long as you don't look at it again, it's not there, that's what you decided.

Unfortunately, what you couldn't ignore was a buzzing in one of your ears, a feminine voice suddenly speaking through them.

"Leon? Are you alright? You haven't checked in, and it's been a while. Is there a problem?" The new voice sounded kind, and while that was reassuring this whole situation was far too outlandish to calm you down. Maybe she'd be able to help you?

"Uhm.." You spoke instinctively, only to be startled into silence by the shock of hearing a voice so unlike your own speaking instead. You tried to shake off your suprise and continued.

"Hey. So um, this Leon guy, I am... not exactly him. I'm someone else." Well, you can't say you didn't try.

"What? Leon, what are you talking about?" There was concern in the woman's voice, maybe she worried that you were concussed or something, though you can't imagine that a man as built as you were currently ever getting a head injury.

"Are you okay?" She continued. "The virus shouldn't be having any effects like this, do you know what's going on?"

"No?" You tried. "No I have no idea what is going on. I was in bed, about to go to sleep, and now I am in what I can only view as literal hell with some very weird groaning going on and a dead woman at my feet. I am not doing well, and I would like to go home, right now actually." Your response gradually progressed into feverent ramblings, the panic starting to eat away at you again. You couldn't handle this.

There proceeding silence was so potent you felt like it would eat you alive. You clutched at the sink below you, but that only reminded you that your hands weren't even yours and you had to let go.

"Fuck..." You muttered.

"There's no way.." The woman responded. "Are you... Could you be Leon's soulmate? This late..?"

"Maybe?" You responded, voice feeling tight in your throat. Everything was wrong right now, and you just wanted to be right.

"I- look, this is going to be a lot to ask, but. Have you ever had any combat training?"

"Nope."

"Any stealth training?"

"Never."

"Used a gun?"

"This is the first time in my life I've even seen one in person."

"What about an axe?"

"Nah."

"Oh dear." She muttered, before a brief pause. Eventually she came back to you though.

"I hate to do this to you but, could you have a look at Leon's- sorry, your neck?"

You decided to look, considering there was not much else you were willing to do. You spotted horrible black marks, seeping through the skin there, and leading throughout the rest of your, uh, his body?

"What the hell is that." You asked, more of a demand than a question.

"That is our problem. It's this virus every survivor of Raccoon City is now facing. It's killing us, and it's only a matter of time before it kills Leon too." You blinked, surprised. You didn't even know Raccoon City had survivors. So you got your soulmate swap right before his death? The world sure is cruel...

"So why are we here then..?" You muttered.

"Because this is our only hope. We have reason to believe that this man has knowledge about the virus that we don't. It's our last shot."

You were not liking where this is going.

But she continued anyways. "Leon is investigating right now, we have no one else. Maybe you could find a safe space and wait for the switch to end but.. to be honest, I'm not sure if Leon has that kind of time. He's.. in the terminal stage."

"So.. so what, explore this creepy mansion in hopes of finding a cure? With what I'm seeing I feel like I'd die way more I find anything!" You cry out, feeling the injustices of the world weighing on your back. Why, oh why did you have to be soulmates with a fucking madman.

"Look, Leon is trained, the body you are in is trained. I have no doubt that you can get through this, you just have to try. Hey, what's your name?"

You gave your name, reluctance coating your tongue. You hated this.

"I'm Sherry. It's nice to be working together. I'll follow along with cameras when I can okay, you can do this."

"..." You didn't respond. You didn't feel like you could.

You slowly trudged out, feeling the walls narrow in on you. You felt like crying.

----

Okay you were definitely not the only person that had been here.

The rooms were littered with corpses, zombies dead a second time due to bullet wounds or knife stabs. You didn't look too long, and you didn't need to, it was certainly a sight.

You had found one zombie alive, but it didn't seem to see you, only responding slightly when you walked a little too loudly.

So you tried your best to ignore all the bodies, carefully stepping around them when you could, and inspecting any interesting looking bits of paper. You had found nothing on this mysterious neck virus.

You had however, found a corpse that was spontaneously erupting.

"Wha... Sherry...?" You began, limbs beginning to tremble. "What's happening?"

"Oh." Was the response. It was not very reassuring. "It seems like they're mutating."

"What. What does that mean." You stumble backwards, pulling out your- Leon's axe from your back and holding it up in front of you like a shield.

The body grows a red, bulbous head. Its pulsing. It notices you, grating out an ear piercing screech.

"Hey. Hey!" A voice calls out in your ear. It's your voice? At least you think it could be, but you're extremely distracted right now.

"Close your eyes." It calls. "Now."

"What?" You mutter.

"Now!"

So you close them. Not being able to see the monster in front of you was almost worse, honestly, but if this was how you were going to die, so be it.

"Raise your left hand." The voice demanded. "And wait for my signal. When I say, swing down."

You did, waiting for the executioner's call.

"Wait, wait. NOW!" It exclaimed.

You swung down, hearing an awful squelch of firm metal hitting flesh. A warm, sickening liquid coated your face. When you opened your eyes, the creature in front of you was dead.

You felt tears well up. You shook.

"Well done." Your voice called. "It's as Sherry thought. You have my training, but not the mental ability to use it. When you remove your ability to make judgement calls, the only thing you have left to use is my training."

"I.. really do not want to do the rest of this nightmare blind." You trembled. "I'm sorry... If you're my soulmate, can you come back here now... Please? I can't do this... I really, really can't."

"I would've if I could." Leon? Responds. "It was tough enough getting through to Sherry already with just your phone."

"Please..."

"Here, breath with me." Leon walks you through a few grounding techniques. It barely helps.

"I don't understand how you can do this. It's a complete utter nightmare. There's... There's blood all over me, this body is completely unfamiliar, my voice is weird, I walk differently, there's some kind of terminal condition apparently!" You hug yourself. It's all you have. But even that is strange, longer limbs wrapping around a much bulkier body than you're used to.

He sighs. "I'm sorry. I didn't expect to be linked to a civilian. Missions like these are the norm for my life."

"I didn't expect to be soulmated to an agent either." You reply, voice dull after all your previous panic.

"When this is over, I promise, you will never have to worry again. I promised to myself ages ago I would never make my soulbond go through what I did. I mean it." Leon's determination is clear to hear, although in the cadence of your own voice it provides a strange effect. You don't take him too seriously.

To be honest, you aren't expecting him to live.

You blink, and you're at home.

There is a phone in your hand. It's your phone, it's displaying the live feed of a camera, focusing on Leon.

Your ID is on your bed nearby. Everything else seems undisturbed.

The man on the camera produces a whetstone, scraping it one handedly on his axe.

He speaks. "Sherry." He calls out. "Cut the live feed, they don't need to see anything more. It's too much already."

Your phone cuts to home screen.

You are left alone.

----

You enjoy a week of peace. Enjoy is a strong word though. And actually, so is peace.

You suffer a week of nightmares. That's much more accurate.

Your soulmate is a man borne of survival, coated in scars that speak of countless tales that you can't even imagine. He is a man you cannot fathom even existing.

And yet, he is bound to you.

You don't want him to be. The brief period of your swap had been the worst hours of your life. The fact that soulmates only ever swap once is your salvation. You never wanted to do it again.

He doesn't contact you. You don't know if he survived. From what you knew, it's very likely he died. You were just thankful you didn't get him killed, or worse, die as him. It's happened before to people.

You sighed, turning to look out your window.

There is a Porsche. Outside your house. Why?

A man steps out. He is wearing black, no trace of weapons at all. And yet, you feel a shiver go down your spine.

You feel in danger.

You watch him walk up to your door and knock.

You don't move.

He sighs, and reaches into his jacket pocket. He pulls out a key, pushes it into your door. You hear your door unlock.

"Hey!" His voice calls out. You slowly stumble over to the stairs, making eye contact with him.

"I'm here to get you. It's time to get going."

You stare at him. "Where?" You ask.

"You've seen too much. You can't live a normal life anymore, no one would allow it. I've tried. So, you're getting the next best alternative."

He walks up the stairs, firm, confident steps as he strides up to you.

"You'll be staying with me." His hand locks around your wrist, and he pulls, taking you with him as he pulls you out of your house.

"What? I can't just live with you! And what about my life, my things!" You screech, clawing at the hand that feels like an iron bar. It doesn't budge.

"Everything's been arranged." He responds, completely ignoring your struggles. He opens the side door of his porsche, pushing you in. It locks behind you, an ominous click that sends a shiver down your spine.

He opens his own door in the front, sitting in the driver's seat and starting up the car. "Anything important from your house will be taken separately to our house, and your family has been informed that you are going into witness protection."

"Witness protection?" You shout, yanking at the unmoving car doors. "I- seriously I just met you, I can't go with you!"

Leon sighs. He pulls down the glove box revealing a syringe.

"We are currently doing this the easy way." He informs you, his stare burns into you, freezing you down to the bone. "You know what I'm capable of. Do you want the hard way?"

You remain silent.

"I meant what I said. I'm never going to allow my soulmate to experience the pains that the world showed me. I'm protecting you. Even if you never understand that, I'm never going to stop either." His eyes narrow, memories clouding his gaze.

"That's what it means to be mine."

[hambiichu]

Mood

Sumarry: Corbeau's mood improve when you pay a visit

Ao3

Divider by @saradika-graphics

Tags: neutral reader, post game credits, pokemon legends za, short stories

Notes: Heads up this is my first time writing him, yes I finished the game and this dialougue had been in my head for a long time and kept wondering about it. Hope yall enjoy, will work on those spicy smut or anything ;)). Btw, this isnt much proof read.

"The Boss's mood seems improve whenever you pay us a visit."

You don’t truly grasp the significance of Philip’s words until you experience them firsthand. Every visit to the Rust Syndicate brings a noticeable change in Corbeau’s demeanor. His mood seems to brighten just a bit whenever you step through the threshold, a small spark igniting behind his usually guarded gaze.

Your schedule is chaotic. Between battling in the Z Royale and helping Mable with her extensive research, your free time feels more like a luxury than a reality. Mable, despite her overwhelming workload, appreciates your assistance as you work alongside Paxton and Harmony to expedite her projects. Meanwhile, at the hotel, you’ve transitioned into a crucial supporting role, becoming the right-hand man to Urbain and Taunie, the energetic twins who run the operation with an effortless charm.

As you enter Corbeau’s office, your Pokémon trotting faithfully by your side, you are greeted by a slight smile playing on Corbeau's lips. It’s a rare expression, one that transforms his serious demeanor into something warmer.

He motions for his grunts and men to prepare tea and an assortment of snacks. These moments of small talk and leisurely exchanges are like brief respites from the world outside, each one punctuated with laughter and shared stories. Occasionally, Corbeau breaks the routine and challenges you to a Pokémon battle—a welcome distraction, one you can’t refuse, especially coming from the head of the Syndicate himself.

But what if you chose not to visit?

When you’re absent, Corbeau's mood takes a downward turn, becoming noticeably more agitated and irritable. He’s not a cruel man—in fact, his empathy shines through when things get tough, even if he occasionally lets his frustrations slip, snapping at his men and grunts. On those days, he might mutter about not feeling well or lament how his mood has spiraled downward.

Your visits do more than provide him with company; they help keep the shadows at bay. In his own way, Corbeau relies on the connection you’ve built, and it’s easy to see how your presence can bring a flicker of brightness to his otherwise complex world.

It's not that he’s overly worried or anything, but he does occasionally find himself wondering what you’re up to amidst your hectic schedules. He has your number saved in his phone, and while he could text you at any moment, he hesitates to do so. He doesn’t want to come off as demanding or overly eager for your attention like a lilipup begging for attention.

Instead, he sends his grunts to keep an eye on you from time to time, gathering updates. It gives him a sense of connection, even though he feels that familiar pang of loneliness whenever you’re not around for a visit. Still, he understands that when you find a moment in your busy life, you'll make the effort to come and see him.

One day, while you’re out conducting research, you glance up just in time to see Philip running toward you, clearly out of breath and a bit panicked as he reaches your side after you exit Wild Zone 8. His forehead is glistening with sweat.

“What’s up?” you ask, tilting your head slightly to get a better look at the big man.

“Will you be visiting the boss later?” he asks, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “It’s not a demand, but he’s... been having some issues with his mood lately."

“Oh,” you respond, letting out a small chuckle as you wave him off. “Don’t worry, I’ve already planned to visit him."

Philip returns your smile, albeit weakly, and without saying another word, he jogs away to give you some space. As he disappears into the distance, your phone buzzes, and you quickly check it to find a message from Corbeau.

Wanna grab a coffee?

Speak of the devil himself.