#no zombies

[homoqueerjewhobbit]

I am running out of completist bullshit to do in totk (1 cave left!) and need to start playing something new. Assume I know nothing about video games besides horny fanart and have played nothing. What should I play next?

[xmalereader]

Leon S. Kennedy RE2R X Male Reader

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Authors Note: IM ALIVE YOU SONS OF BITCHES and I bring you some porn. I want to apologize for the long hiatus that I had, but during my long ass break I was able to do some writing along with creating new ideas now that my era for Leon and Conner are back it’s possible that I will make many more crossovers between these two and more!!

Summary: Reader is a mafia leader who becomes attached to none other than Leon Kennedy after the new rookie saved his life.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, MDNI, blowjobs, RE2 Leon, sub Leon Kennedy, Dom reader, mafia leader, alcohol, possessive, manipulation, death, language, more plot than porn, mentions of murder, modern AU, no umbrella, no virus, rookie Leon, officer Leon, slight angst, some fluff too, slight dark theme, praise kink, good boy kink.

Word count: 2.6K

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Leon didn’t know how he ended up in this position, sharing the same bed with the cities most powerful and dangerous man ever of Raccoon City. He didn’t expect himself to spend passionate nights with a deadly man who will kill anyone wit

He met Y/n by accident. He was injured and alone in an alleyway, his torso held a bullet wound as he coughed up blood. It was pouring that night and Leon was on patrol when he found the man, slumped against the wall as he quickly helped him. Leon had no idea that the man he was helping was Raccoon City’s most feared mafia man. The leader of the brotherhood who caused trouble for the city but kept his work clean and hidden.

He had bandaged him up and carried him back to his place due to his patrol shift being over and living close to the area. He provided him a place to rest for the night until the next morning, Y/n was a lot better. He looked healthier and the bleeding had stopped, Leon had wanted to ask for his name or help him return home only for his apartment to be stormed in by men with guns out and pointed at him.

Y/n had stopped his own men from shooting his helper and demanding them to lower their guns. It only took Leon a few minutes to figure out who the man is, putting the pieces together Only to find out that the man sitting in his apartment was the most wanted man. Leon was in shock to even move or say anything as Y/n collected his things, thanked him and left with his men.

Leon didn’t hear from him again until two months later. He meets Y/n on accident again, bumping into him when arriving to the towns bar to get a drink due to the stressful day that he had and in hopes of finally relaxing only to find out that Y/n’s owned the bar and that he too, was relaxing on the same day as him.

Y/n knew not to mess with the RPD, but couldn’t help himself to approach the young officer and Introduce himself properly. He gives him his name and offers to buy him a drink which Leon kindly rejects until the other pushed on, convincing Leon to accept the offer as the two sat side by side at the bar.

Drinks in hand as the weather outside grew cloudy and rain began to pour. Leon knew how to control his alcohol, but due to todays stressful day he ended up drinking more than what he was suppose too. His tipsy self had automatically opened up to the Mafia leader, telling him about his past and the fact that his parents were murdered and that he was on his own. Telling him that his parents killer was never captured and how the police gave up on his investigation. He grew up wanting to be an officer of the law in order to help people.

Y/n felt sympathy for Leon, smiling sadly at the man as he removes the drink from his hands and replaces it with a glass of water. Leon was in pain and still grieved for his family along with blaming himself on the death of two cops that he befriended on his first day only to loose them that same week. It was during a shoot out that he lost his friends, causing his stomach to twist and fill with guilt.

After that he stopped asking for partners and rejected them, too afraid to lose another.

Y/n watched Leon spill his feelings and thoughts to him. Too drunk to probably remember the events tomorrow as he rambled away, getting the other man’s attention who listened closely. It wasn’t until the clock stroke midnight that Y/n helped Leon get back home, offering him a ride and driving in the silent car as the officer next to him leaned his head against the window.

Upon arriving to Leon’s apartment he’d help him inside and gently lie him down in bed. He’d also remove his gear and make sure that he’s comfortable. Before he passed out, Y/n had leaned down to whisper soft encouraging words to him, praising him for his hard work and reassuring him that the death of his partners wasn’t his fault.

Leon had already fallen asleep, giving the other man a glimpse of his vulnerability. After that night when Y/n returned back to his own home he couldn’t help but think about the young officer who had helped him and let him know about his past. The expression that Leon did when talking about his family and friends caused him to grow protective and perhaps a hint of possessiveness that the cop riled out of him.

The next few weeks end up with Leon receiving special intel from an anonymous user who gave him locations of drug labs along with criminals full names and background. He didn’t know what to think about and figured it was fake until he presented it to his director who looked into it and sent a team out to investigate while Leon was stuck behind a desk.

Imagine there surprise when the intel they received was true, bringing in multiple criminals with various evidence of their activity. Leon had given the file of evidence that sat on his desk a glance, eyes narrowed as he clearly knew who it came from. He didn’t tell anyone when he made his way to the bar, keeping his uniform hidden and entering the place. His eyes scanning the room until they land on Y/n who casually drank a glass of whiskey with his other comrades.

Without hesitation Leon had tossed the file on to the table towards him, getting Y/n’s attention.

Y/n eyes the file and sets his glass down.

“It was you, wasn’t it?” Leon asks while Y/n flipped through the file, turning to his men and clearing his throat. “Why don’t we discuss this somewhere else?” He collects the papers and comes to a stand, glass in hand as he drinks the last amount of alcohol before making his way towards the back where Leon followed.

“I’ll be in a meeting, make sure no one disturbs has.” Y/n had told two guards who stood at the entrance of his office door as they both nod in understanding.

When entering the office the minute the door closed behind him, Leon is quick to hold his gun out. Aiming his weapon at Y/n who leaned back against his desk, showing no signs of fear.

“Why give me this?” Leon asks, nodding towards the file in Y/n’s hand.

“I simply wanted to help.”

“Bullshit, the mafia doesn’t give a shit about this city.”

Y/n frowns. “This one does.” He tossed the file on his desk.

“What do you think I do here, Leon?” Y/n’s voice is full of venom as he pushed himself away from the desk, taking small steps forward and approaching Leon who takes hesitant steps back.

“I know that your a criminal and that you've killed many people. I know that you launder money and don’t care about the law.” Leon’s hand grips tight around his gun, heart racing as the other takes another step forward.

“I’m cleaning up the streets, I’m doing what your people can’t.” Y/n began to explain. “I’m making this place better by putting the bad people down and protecting those who need it.” He lifts his hand, fingers gently wrapping around the gun as his face softens. “I’m protecting people from experiencing a tragic death—just how you lost your parents.”

His words cause Leon to freeze in place.

“Do you really want people like that roaming freely?” Y/n lowers his gun, fingers moving up the gun and to Leon’s wrist where he pries the gun away from his hand. “I looked into your parents—I know that your upset because the man who killed your parents is roaming freely and continuing on his work. I know that the man who did it has killed more families after yours and faced no consequences because he was never captured.”

Leon gasps, feeling the others fingers grip his chin and facing him. “I can change that. Let me change that.” Y/n’s voice is soft and seductive. “Let me help you.” Leon can feel his warm breath against his face, the others eyes darting down to his lips before looking him in the eyes again.

Leon should be pushing back, pulling away from the man in-front of him only to cave in to his seductive words as the other swoops down to capture his lips in a deep kiss, catching Leon by surprise as he feels his warm tongue caress his lips open. Y/n’s hands are on his torso, pulling him closer, their chests pressed up against each other.

One minute, Leon is kissing the cities most wanted man and the next he’s bent over his desk while Y/n fucked him from behind, hands on either side of his head as he whispered praising words.

“Look at you, taking me in so well.”

“You’re perfect.”

“My good boy.”

“All mine.”

Leon had sobbed out a moan, pleasure coursing up and down his body as he allows the other man to do as he pleases, hitting all the right spots. Feeling a pair of warm lips, kissing and marking his neck as he picked up speed on his thrusts. Leon’s moans and whimpers echo around the office, ignoring the thought that the guards outside could hear everything.

Ever since that first day they spent together, Leon didn’t stop visiting.

Y/n’s men has grown concerned at the fact of an RDP officer visiting and knowing their location, worried that he would later turn his back against them and giving up their location. But, Y/n had reassured them that he kept Leon on a tight leash and will do anything to make sure that it wasn’t broken. He’d provide Leon names, locations, dates, deals, anything to keep him from betraying him and Leon never noticed his charisma.

Their relationship continued on for three years, enough time for everyone to know that Leon Kennedy was fully under Y/n’s control.

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“Leon.”

Leon is startled by Y/n’s presence, upon entering his own apartment that Y/n had tried to convince Leon to sell and move in with him but the young officer had grown attached to his new home awhile back. Y/n knew that he couldn’t argue with Leon and allowed him to keep the apartment.

“What are you doing here?” Leon is quick to asks, eyeing the man up and down and taking in his appearance. He wore an all black suit, hair brushed in a proper way as he sat in his living room couch.

Y/n sighs softly and comes to a stand. “I’ve come to let you know that I am to be heading out on a business trip to France.”

“France?”

Y/n nods.

“What exactly is it? If you don’t mind me asking.” Leon questions, removing his shoes by the doorway and setting them aside before moving to his vest.

“I found out that my little brother has gotten himself into some trouble and must go to clean up his mess.” Y/n had rolled his eyes at the thought of his little brother causing a mess back in France, perhaps getting himself killed in the process which wouldn’t surprise Y/n by a lot. His brother was known to cause trouble, he was in charge of an assassins organization and wouldn’t be too worried if he found him dead due to him double crossing people on deals.

Instead he focused his attention on Leon, giving him a faint smile. “I’ll be back sometime next month.”

“A month?” Leon stumbled in his step, removing his pants as Y/n steps forward to keep him up right and chuckling. “Yes, my love. This business can end up taking some time and I want to spend as much time as I can with you.” He whispered his last few words, lips pressing up against his cheek and trialing down to his jaw.

Leon shudders under his touch, leaning into him as he sighs deeply against his neck.

“Y/n—“

“Don’t talk, just relax and let me take care of you. Let me hold you tonight before I leave.” He placed his hand behind Leon’s neck, fingers grazing against his jawline before pulling him into a kiss as Leon pressed up against him, lips slotting together in a perfect fitting form.

Leon felt Y/n’a hand slowly stroke down from his side, sensual heat spreading under his skin as Y/n lowered himself down to his knees, pushing him up against the wall. A gasp escaping between his teeth as Y/n’s spreads his thighs. Leon’s eyes widen, whining as he felt his fingers graze over his hard on.

“Shit, your adorable.”

He hears Y/n purr, pressing his face against his thigh, licking and biting until his fingers wrap around the waist hand, pulling his boxers down to free his hard on. Leon hissed, head falling back and can hear Y/n chuckling below him.

“Don’t hold back.” His hand is wrapped around his cock, giving him a few strokes before placing a kiss on his head, feeling him shutter and squirm under his grip as he smirked. He doesn’t wait to take in his length in a smooth sweep.

“Y—Y/n!” Leon’s eyes widen, hand balled into his hair as he threw his head back. He could feel y/m nose brushing up against his crotch, subtle but overwhelming all at once. The hot wet heat of Y/n’s mouth around his cock sending shockwaves of pleasure stuttering up his spine. The man sucked him off, humming pleasantly, and Leon could feel tears prickling the corner of his eyes, overwhelmed with sensation as Y/n held his hips down hard against the wall. “P-please, I’m—I’m not gonna—”

Y/n pulled off him with an obscene pop, grinning down at Leon as he looked up with him desperately.

“You can cum, it’s okay.” He said, making a show of licking his lips. He went back down on Leon, and the man bit his lip, hard, trying not to buck into Y/n’s mouth as he fought the noises escaping his mouth.

Suddenly he felt a wet finger brush against his entrance, and Leon’s eyes went wide. His orgasm ripping through him, hand gripping the receivers hair and bucking into his mouth, releasing his relief. Y/n bucked off him, chuckling to himself as he licks his lips and swallowed down his cum, cleaning his mouth with the back of his wrist and glancing up to Leon.

“Oh my god.” Leon breathed out, leaning against the wall as he pants. “That was—“ his face grows red, embarrassed to say anything else.

Y/n stands from where he kneels, brushing their noses together, hot breath against his lips as he pulls him. Their lips slotting together, Leon came taste himself on his lips and whines in pleasure, pulling away and licking his own lips. The man before him grins widely, fingers trailing up to grip the back of his neck.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

[im-immortal]

teaching a dog to paint // a merle & frankie origin story in the ifap universe

teaching a dog to paint a merle/frankie origin story in the in for a penny, in for a pound universe

rated: M 5 chapters // 36k~ words ALL CHAPTERS POSTED !

Part 5: finding a forever home

Today, though… today was the day it really and truly started. They were gonna unpack as much as they could, arrange furniture, designate rooms for specific purposes. And then they’d probably take a shower together. Order a pizza and split a bottle of wine. Fuck until they collapsed into a sweaty heap atop the king-sized bed that was now their bed.   God, he couldn’t wait to wake up next to her every day from here on out. He backed out of the long driveway that led up to the Greenes’ farmhouse and began driving down the road, slow at first before he could reach the highway and really pick up speed. He was already reaching over to switch on the radio when he spotted a curious sight at the edge of the large front yard, near the road: a girl. Oh, shit—a Greene girl. Not the older, bitchy one. The baby. All blonde hair and suntanned skin, sitting with her back against a tree and her knees pulled up to her chest, dressed in shorts and a tanktop. And was she… crying? Merle slowed the truck and pulled up close, stopping to roll down his window all the way. He placed his arm on the edge of the window and craned his head out. “Hey, blondie!” She sniffled, raising her puffy, red-rimmed eyes to look at him.  “Y’alright?” She hurriedly wiped at her face, embarrassed. Then she nodded. “Y-yeah. I’m fine.” She probably expected him to keep driving—and he expected it, too—but there was somethin’ pitiful about the way she looked that made him stop and linger. She was still babyfaced, skinny as all get out, and he couldn’t really tell whether she was 14 or 24. He reckoned it was closer to the former since he knew her older sister had just barely become legal within the last five years or so. How far apart in age were they, anyway? Oh, hell. Not like it mattered. She was jailbait regardless, as far as he was concerned.

[saintyveningstar]

Mind your P's and Q's

"What, no! I hate Ellie!"

"Ya hate her, but ya can't stay away from her, it seems like." He said, "And plus, I hate Owen. So what now?" Brown eyes pierced blue with a challenge.

"Please, Papa."

"What do you even hate Ellie for, I thought she was a nice girl. Smart n' pretty, sweet." Jerry eyes her with a knowing look and Abby blushes profusely.

"She's weird, and .... gay."

or:

Abby being a little shit to Jerry, and he puts her right back in her place cause he's a stern dad who doesn't take shit

Abby remembers when she was younger, and it was just her and her dad — she was at that age where he really wasn't fucking around when it came to curfew, hangouts, parties, all of that.

Abby remembers thinking she'd somehow get over on him, doing all her chores, even chores that weren't hers, cutting the grass, sterilizing her dad's suture tools, cleaning his lab.

She'd saunter into his room, hands behind her back, "Pop?"

"Yeah, honey?" Jerry looked away from his TV, then back, then a double take back at Abby. "You want somethin'. What is it?" he sighed.

She ran up to him gripping his arm, "Please, let me?"

"I don't even know what it is ya want from me, Abs." 

"Can I go out with some friends?"

"What friends?"

"Nora, Manny ... Mel."

"Is it Ellie or Owen?" He sighed.

"What, no! I hate Ellie!"

"Ya hate her, but ya can't stay away from her, it seems like." He said, "And plus, I hate Owen. So what now?" Brown eyes pierced blue with a challenge.

"Please, Papa."

"What do you even hate Ellie for, I thought she was a nice girl. Smart n' pretty, sweet." Jerry eyes her with a knowing look and Abby blushes profusely.

"She's weird, and .... gay."

"So what are you, normal? And straight?" Jerry says, "It's okay if you're not, hun. Ain't nobody gonna judge ya. I like women too, I see the appeal."

"Jesus, papa! I'm not freaking gay, oh my god!"

"Okay." He says simply, teasingly, "Doesn't change the fact that you're still not goin' out with Owen, so you might as well just call her up anyway." Jerry says offhandedly, changing the channel. "You know, I haven't even met his Mama yet."

"This isn't fair!" Abby stomps, and Jerry's gaze finds her again, eyeing her with clear warning, looking her up and down, then turning back to the tv.

"I'd watch it, if I were you." He says. "Cause you can be hanging out with nobody."

Abby storms off, goes upstairs and slams the door, and Jerry tries to compose himself quickly before he's storming after her and ripping the door open. "Hey!" he yelled, "Get your fuckin' act together, okay!"

"or what?!" She screams back, and Jerry's eyes widen. 

"Abigail Junia Anderson." He gripped her doorframe, teeth gritted as he warned her. "I'm not blowin' smoke here, you better start mindin' your p's and q's. I got no problem tanning your hide."

Abby knew he was pissed when he started using her name-name.

Abby stays quiet this time, staring at him. Jerry taps his belt, points at her — Abby shakes her head, and he gives her a look that says thought so — then turns to leave. "And this fuckin' door stays open."

[mahitekei]

like you're the last one in earth.

[noemitenshi]

starting another WIP - as if i didn't have enough on my plate already

[EDIT: Guess who started writing just to realize she can't even use it for this project because she misremembered facts? Me. It me. So, uh, thought I'd share it here for lack of anything better to do. Enjoy]

Troy was aware of the stares he was incurring. Unfriendly stares where nothing new to him. These now, though, felt more than unfriendly. Hateful. He supposed that made sense, considering. Raising his voice he addressed the onlookers.

“Someone gonna get Walker? He’s gonna want to hear what I’ve got to say.”

It didn’t look like anyone was gonna get Walker. Not that they were ignoring him, no, their stares just as present as before. They were very much aware of him. Wanted him to be aware of them, too. They were just ignoring his words.

He pressed his lips together, disapprovingly. The suit he was wearing was uncomfortable and not only because he was sweating profusely in it. Spite was the only thing keeping him here, keeping him waiting and he counted the seconds for lack of anything better to do. 1034 seconds – about 17 minutes – later Walker came out and met him. Squinting at Troy, looking annoyed to see him. But he was here.

“Troy Otto,” he boomed, “Heard you had something to say to me?!”

Troy grimaced. He was not willing to give in so easily, not after having been made to wait this long. The fucking nerve of them… He should just leave. Make them wonder what this was about. Make them come to him. Because they would once they heard the news…

[bcficrecs]

Fix by thedevilyouknow106

Daryl had messed up, that was a huge understatement, but the idea still held. Now he was sitting in the local hospital in a long room with machines lining the walls and little chambers that housed, in a few of them, tiny bodies like the one he was staring at. According to Sheriff Grimes this little tissue thin body was his – the premature baby girl in there was Daryl’s daughter.

He'd messed up, well that was a huge fucking understatement but the idea still held. In fact he could honestly say he had never in all of his 35 years messed up this badly ever . When the sheriff - Rick Grimes - had shown up knocking on his door, Daryl had had a moment of panic before he realized that one, Merle was already in jail and two, Daryl didn't do shit anymore that had people coming after him.

He'd gotten himself a shitty job at a shitty superstore, the kind everyone hated for running the mom and pop stores out, but ended up working at anyway because they were the only place hiring. He was one of a few who worked in the auto department and he kept his head down and saved up money and bought a shitty cabin. The owner of the shitty shack had thought he was really getting one over on Daryl when he sold it to him.

He wasn't of course – Daryl had realized exactly what level of run down it was when he made an offer on it, way, way below the asking price. But he'd become handy enough out on his own for as long as he'd been, and fixing it up hadn't been that big a deal. Plus it was a real short walk between his back door and the woods so he was fine with getting a maintenance needy house.

But the point of all this was that Daryl Dixon didn't mess up anymore, he had a shitty job, with shitty insurance, and a shitty house and everything had been going just fine .

And now he was sitting in the local hospital in a long room with machines lining the walls and little chambers that housed, in a few of them, tiny bodies like the one he was now staring at.