Imagine getting intimate with RE9 leon × younger reader like plsssssssssssssssss
Maybe he started protecting her and it leads to them being intimate
hey, anon!! It's sooo uhg 🙏🏻😩
Just imagine something like this: Leon is a old man, he knows how to treat you. Always so attentive, helping you with whatever you need. He'd do anything for you, so when you come to him complaining that no guy your age can fuck you right, he offers to uhm, help.
So here you are, sprawled out beneath him and covered in sweat, letting him show you how an older man fucks. His lips had explored every inch of you, patiently open you with his thick fingers and then devouring you. You'd lost count of how many orgasms you'd had, but he still hadn't come and was still pounding deep inside you.
"You okay, doll?" he asked in your ear, and you could hear the amusement in his voice. His hand moved your sweaty hair aside to see how fucked up you look beneath him. God, you were beautiful like that. You could only nod, completely mesmerized by the way the cock head hit that perfect spot again and again, feeling like you were about to come again.
You learned that Leon definitely made everything better for you, so you went to him with every problem you had girl 🧎🏻♀️
I have a feeling that Ghost and Soap would have soft, angsty moments where Ghost would be sitting on a desk reading a book while he rests his chin on his arm which is keeping the book open.
Soap would just bulldoze in (of course, what do you expect) and drag a chair while making sure the metal paws scraped against the tile floor making that horrible screeching sound that made Simon want to pull his nails off.
Johnny (?} I don’t know how to spell that, English is confusing) would set the chair down on the other side of the desk and would grab the book out from under Simon’s arm and quite literally throw it behind him, -Making Simon cringe- effectively grabbing Simon’s attention.
Soap would place his chin on his arm, mirroring what Simon was doing, and would just stare at Simon’s beautiful brown eyes with a look of pure *Worship*. Simon is confused slightly, but just rolls with it. This isn’t the strangest thing Johnny has done.
Johnny would proceed to stare at Simon’s eyes for five minutes before Simon decides he’s weirded out enough and he gets up and leaves to take a shower. Guess who joined him.
||My English is my worst language and I google translated most of this 🥲💅🏼✨||
hi lovely ^0^ first of all i just want to say i hope you’re doing well!!
i was also wondering if you could perhaps write about re9 leon discovering you like being spanked and him using it to his advantage, if you’re comfortable with that ofc ofc ☝🏻☝🏻<333
take care of yourself 🩷
Hi honey, sorry for the delay! And I like this idea 😋 think of it this way:
It all started innocently, in a playful way. One day he walked past you while you were wearing those damn pajama shorts and couldn't help himself, he simply slapped your bottom.
But he quickly noticed the heat rising in your face and the nervous giggle you let out. So he started doing it regularly: you walked past him? A slap on the butt. You bent down? Another slap.
And in bed, he did it too. Especially when he had you in doggy style, one hand using your hair as leverage and his other hand slamming down on your ass. "You like that, don't you? dirty girl." He groaned, grinning as he felt your walls tighten around him each time his hand slapped your ass. But he couldn't play innocent, he looved seeing your bottom shake every time his hand slap the soft flesh, or hearing the sweet sounds you let out.
Ah, you two were definitely made for each other.
thank u for your patience, i hope u r doing well too 🥺💞
The Last War of Dreams burned across the skies, destroying planets in plasma fire. Releasing unimaginable horrors on battlefields where neither result mattered bar a matter of pride. Minds were ripped open and laid to bare for all to see, loved ones were brought back only so they can shatter what’s left of broken homes. This was a war where no one knew how it started. For a few they born in war, it was all their knew. Others were melded in it becoming soldier’s to protect their loved ones and their homes.
A civilisation tried to hide from this war as they had no warriors. They were now a race of artists, scientists and philosophers, they had been “enlightened”. They devised a way to hide the entire plant from the universe at large. However, there was a cost, a evil deadly cost. It cost the blood of their own species to power it, 2 people will be jammed into the device and used like a battery. It gives the planet 5 years of completely shadows.
The ship takes a turn around the red planet, its engine humming as it makes the turn. The hands of gods holding it in place so the gravity doesn’t drag it in. The bridge is a mess of sounds from inter ship communications, down to the other decks. To the mess of people moving around, doing their jobs making sure the ship is ready to go to warp. The captain rests in his seat, staring at the window which makes up the main viewing platform.
People ask him permission to start core wind up but he doesn’t pay attention. He is staring deeply into the glass, into his own reflection. Into his own icy blue eyes, his thoughts getting darker as his reflections face changes into a scowl. The crew instead starting asking his first officer, seeing if she can sign off on the actual warp trip. She looks worried but doesn’t think much of it. The cracks appear in the edges of real space, creating the point that will allow the ship to go faster than light and make the trip in days not years.
They can’t hear the screams, the cries of help from those who are lost in the dark. They can’t see the tentacles almost caressing the hull of the ship, singing to the weak minds of the crew. Begging for them to join them in singing of the dark prince. He can, the captain can see eternity go past in his mind, the singing of something unholy in the dark. He sees his reflection savagely grin that promised by the end of this trip blood will be spilled. On his own there was just a cold uncaring mask.
“take us in” he barely mutters, his helm barely catching the command before activating the long night as the ship slowly pushed itself into the rift. Warning cloisters going off all around the ship as everyone prepares for translation, some sending prayers to long dead gods, some holding their loved ones and hoping.
The following is a collab effort between three cultists of the Order of the Red Temple ( @redtemple-wra ) and myself!
Peace is a fickle thing. It comes in fleeting instances, moments when you think you’ll be left to your own devices but... She should have known better, too, but her time with the Order had led her to begin to wish for death.
Awh.... But death would be too kind, in this instance.
She was awakened by the slam of doors and stomping hooves, but she did not strain to listen further. There was just... Far too much pain involved in the ache that was her entire body. Excruciating pain that made breathing feel like thousands of needles stabbed into her flesh. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t feel anything beyond the pain of her hands straining as she was now chained back against a metal table, the restraints so tight blood circulation was cut off.
"So,” Susan recognized this voice to belong to the draenei from before, “Where are we now?"
“Dr. Liandrus has prepared the patient. H-he’s bringing her down in a few moments,” the voice blurted barely above a whisper, this new addition to the room stirring her to life more in her confusion. This was a new woman. A new threat.
“Good. Are we removing her heathen spawn?"
... Vivian?
Susan’s heart swelled and grieved, her eye beginning to water as she felt herself go limp with regret, remorse... Mourning the loss of her baby girl. There was no way she could have survived the worgen’s assault She had felt that knife thrust into her belly too many times for any child to survive...
And it was all her fault.
She shouldn’t have lied. She should have given in, told them everything.
Her self deprecating comments were silenced as the small voiced woman answers the draenei, “Uh, yes. Yes. That is the plan. Doctor Liandrus wanted her cleaned to continue the torture. He... he said that that he wanted her cleaned before the torture,” she repeated absentmindedly, “I mean to say, he didn’t want her dying from infections. He had other plans with Mistress Idrie, but... but she’s gone.”
There was a sudden burst of light that managed to leak through even her blindfolds, startling the Madam for a moment. It seems the fire mage had exploded into flames, illuminating the room fully, her tone curt and haughty as she hisses, "Good, we will wait."
This was soon followed by the creak of the door opening, heavy footfalls alerting that a larger being had entered the room before his voice resonated throughout, “I apologize for my tardiness miss Vivial, my assistant tells me, my patient is ready for another check up?”
INstantly the draenei burst with aggravation, addressing the newer human voice with a snarl: “How was Idrie captured?!”
The doctor held up his index finger. “The high priest took it upon himself and attacked. This is indeed a set back but I have a plan to liberate our darling Idrie. It will require surgery, however.” He explained as he gazed over to Susan, gently patting her hand as he gauged just how awake she was-- and with Susan wincing and trying to pull away from his touch he had his answer.
“Also it seemed they had outside help.. it seems this den of whores have friends in high places.. how we weren’t able to go through the portal to get her was... troublesome it seems they too have. A mage in their Arsenal, hmm this is problematic if I do say so...”
Much to the madam’s dismay... There was a sudden... Warmth. It ran down the length of her inner thighs and pooled on the table around her rapidly -- and it seemed she wasn’t the only one who noticed this unsavory sight for instantly the doctor bristled and murmured, “Well.... Thats not good.”
“My darling Assistant please get me my tools and medicine... this is going from torture to operation and we need to act fast..” he instructed.
Said assistant odded and ran to get his supplies, dashing into the shadows. She brought back clatter worthy of equipment, announcing each item as though checking it off for the man, “Sets of spring clamps, a bridle beset with spikes, and manacles to keep her spread.”
“Excellent..,” he mutters, his remark followed by the shatter of metal before he begins to sterilize his hands, “Hold her down, if she moves to much I might accidentally kill the baby.” He instructed his assistant.
INstantly hope spread throughout her entire being.
Vivian is alive.
"If your....pet hurts the child, I will reduce IT to cinders. Let us be clear on that." The draenei snorted,, taking a large stride to lean agains the walls, the room cooling. as her flames dissipate "And, if they do not kill Idrie, I will do so. Maybe make her shorter. Impotent. A plaything this time. She did lose the bet."
Midst the draenei’s pointless garbling, the madam too mumbled nonsense. A name. 'Vivian'. She was lucid, vividly aware of what was happening but lacking the muscles tonflex and react to what was going on. She lay limp, whimpering her daughters full name: "V-Vi.. Vivian Gampre . Dawes.."
There was an unsettling weight of darkness... A sudden chill of coldness consuming the room as an impending doom entered. A voice followed this unpredictable snese of dread, his voice raspy and mumbled against a mask: “We keep it.” The Orator’s voice would ring out in the room, “For now. The blood of a child not it’s ashes shall stain this hallowed ground.”
There was unspoken concede to the man’s decision. His power even the Madam could feel, but essentially she drowned him out when she felt it. The shredding of her skin as a blade sawed through the flesh of her stomach, cutting muscle and fat.
“Keep the Madame alive. And sane. As well as the child. Bring it to me once it has been born.”
Just as quickly as he was there, the voice and presenceo of power disappeared.
And just in that moment... The screech of a child filled the room. Bated breath fell from multiple mouths in shared relief.
Excitement swelled within her heart, the Madam turning her head in the direction of the sobbing baby, attempting to strain against her cuffs, whimpering, begging, “G-Give me my child.”
But it was as if the mother wasn’t even speaking. The moment the child was cleaned and allowed to breathe she was handed off to the assistant. “Watch her,” the doctor advises, beginning to sew Susan back up in the meanwhile.
The assistant noisily bounced herself in an effort to soothe the crying pale red mess of human infant in her arms after the doctor cut away the umbilical cord. “Mine,” she cooed softly as she walked out of the room. “All mine?”
“N-No,” Susan whimpers, fighting against her restraints as she summoned the courage to beg: “No! Give me my baby!”
“Quiet now,” the doctor hissed, beginning to forcibly push the maiden back against the table, “Do not overwork yourself. And quit your screeching-- Or else you’ll make the healers lose their focus. Your child is in good hands,” he attempted to soothe her...
But she couldn’t help but have her worries.
The good hands he referred to tolerated the ‘good’ hands that led her to this point... Lacking an eye, cut up, her dignity torn assunder...
Born in Yordle tribe in Freljord. Supported Lissandra and wanted to learn magic of true ice but obviously wasn’t able to. At the age of 15 went to study magic and creatures to Ionia. Learned magic of transformation and trained more in ice magic. Travelled to learn more about creatures and magic. Everywhere heard about Karthus’ choir but not joined yet. Went to Shurima of curiosity for Icathia. Learnt more about ascended. Found Malzahar and joined his cult. After few weeks his curiosity won and he wanted to try out the portal and thought no one will notice. Obviously, it went wrong probably because of Yordle connection with the magic side of Runeterra. It resulted in horns and other stuff. Because of that, he was kept by a cult for experiments. After 3 years they let him go. Finally traveled to Bilgwater, hired a boat to get to the Shadow Isles. Drowned on the way there.
Thanks to the Mist his soul ‘survived’. Lost in the ocean for ¾ years. After that time he finally found the Isles and joined Karthus.
