#sub resident evil

[joanoffuckingarc]

MY ONLY TYRANT.

PAIRINGS. / sub!zeno x afab!spencer!reader

WARNINGS. / reader hates zeno, reader is related to Oswald Spencer, like lots of abuse towards zeno, he finds it hot tho. knife play (with glass shard), cutting, blood mentions, handjobs, cum eating, degradation, hair pulling, reader throws a wine glass at zeno

WC. / 1320

A/N. / not proofread. I wanna go to bed. this was supposed to be filled with cbt and miss use of wounds but I got lazy cuz I am TIRED.

your fingers run across the keyboard, tapping at the keys mindlessly as anger rushes through you with each second passing. the sound of footsteps rattles the floor behind you, yet you don't turn around, you already know who it is.

there's a thud, and the silence between you two grows even more awkward.

“Ms. Spencer—”

“one. one mission. retrieve elpis and bring it back to me. that was your only goal.” zeno swallows thickly, looking up at you from his position on the floor, knees against marble and gloved hands resting between his legs.

“I… I know, and I apolog—” your fist slams down on the control board, the loud bang making zeno jump in his spot.

“shut the fuck up, you're so fucking useless.”

you quickly turn around, and zeno can barely register the next five seconds as your boot lifts up to connect to his face, kicking the clone to the floor before stepping on to the side his head, your heel digging into his cheek. “you're nothing but a cheap imitation, and yet you couldn't complete half of a mission wesker could all by himself."

digging your heel deeper, a scowl paints your face as you fold your arms. “you should've stayed as my footstool, a piece of furniture that decorated my office and nothing more.” lifting your foot off his head, you grab zeno by the collar, lifting him up to bring him face level.

“would you look at that, elpis cleared you up real nice didn't it? truly amazing what my father can create out of guilt, a genius he is.” you lift one of your hands to grab zeno’s chin, admiring his features and the lack of rampant virus that stained his skin.

“my father's genius burnt to the ground, and you're the only living proof of what he made, it makes me sick.” pushing zeno back, you watch as he lands on the floor, gaze unwavering as you turn around to walk away. “my office in ten.”

it's exactly 9:59, and at the 10 hour mark, zeno enters your office. it's warm, and there's a hint of something, something that only you can bring into a room and something that only zeno notices. he's quick with his routine, taking off his shoes, loosening his tie and removing his coat. you stand opposite of him, back faced towards him and a glass of wine in hand, the bottle you had bought just last week already half empty.

“sit.” your voice is clear, yet it's softer than usual. zeno walks over to the chair placed in front of the fireplace, dropping to his knees once more. you walk towards him, seating yourself in front of him and resting your legs on his shoulders.

“I've always hated you.” you blurt out, staring at the pictures above the fireplace, pictures of you and your father, alongside his team at umbrella and your own unit. “the day you walked through these doors, I wanted to rip your throat out and watch you bleed beneath my boot.”

you take a sip of whine, the alcohol burning your already dry throat. “and I still do, I want to see you suffer.” you lean further back in your chair, lifting your boots to tilt zeno’s chin to meet your gaze. “but I know you, I know you get a goddamn hard-on with every push, every shove, every stab and every goddamn scar I put on that perfect body of yours.”

finishing up the last drop of wine from your glass, you push zeno back, forcing him on to his back and elbows as he stares up at you. “you get off to the fact I can't hurt you, but I have the weapons to destroy you.” you lift your wine glass up, throwing it on to his form, the shards leaving scars which soon heal as instant as they form.

“you make me so fucking angry. I want nothing to do with you.” you straddle his hips, face hovering above his as one of your hands grab a shard of your wine glass. “but at the same time, I have to keep you around, so I have something to hurt that isn't myself.” pushing the glass aside, you cup zeno's face in your hands, your lips brushing against his before fully engulfing him into a kiss.

you're sloppy, barely able to keep still as zeno's hands come up to grab your hips, slowly grinding himself against you as your hands move to his vest, using the shard in your hand to cut up the silk and reveal his toned chest. not a single mark on his pretty skin.

the shard in your hand shakes as you pull away from him, gazing down at his form to admire what's yours. “I could do so many things to you.” your free hand travels up his abdomen, feeling his stomach clench against your touch before reaching his chest, your fingers flicking against his nipples and drinking in the sounds of his soft whines. “I could hurt you so bad, and I wouldn't feel a thing.”

you start off small, a slice to the hip, watching him wince at the cut. you watch as the blood begins to pour before the scar immediately heals. it makes you wonder how far you can go before it's too much. lifting yourself off of his hips, you grab zeno by the hair, lifting him up to his knees. his eyes are glazed, barely a thought running through his head as he stares up at you. “what would you do for me?"

the question hangs in the air, and zeno seems to be thinking about it before clearing his throat. “anything.” you smile in satisfaction, moving to stand behind him.

“strip.” and he's quick to do so, removing the torn vest along with his belt and pushing his pants off, hard-on evident between his thighs. soon enough he's left fully naked, cock throbbing between his legs and sweat dripping down his temples.

you drag the glass down zeno's back, skin dipping as you cut through it, the flesh healing along with the shard. “I can't believe it, all these years and I've only just realized how much I truly own you.” your free hand moves up to zeno’s chin, your thumb brushing against his lips before pushing past them and lodging his mouth open. a line of drool already forms at the corner of his lips, dripping down his throat and chest.

dropping to your knees behind him, you bring the shard uncomfortably close to his dick, watching it twitch as his hips nearly buck into the glass. “look at that, you want me to cut your dick, huh? n’ maybe even fuck that wound until you cum on my fingers.” you run the shard against the underside of his cock, not harsh enough to cut, but just enough to have zeno whining against your thumb. “maybe another time.”

dropping the shard, you wrap your hand around zeno’s cock, giggling as he bucks against your hand. “aagh! m—mistress…” he slurs against your thumb, whining with each pump of your first. your thumb brushes against his leaky tip, spreading his pre as he already gushes against your touch. “m—more…”

you giggles fill the room along with zeno’s moans, his hips stuttering and thighs clenching as he bucks his hips one last time. he throws his head back, cum gushing between your fingers, landing on both your skin and the floor, coating the left over shards of your wine glass as well.

“pathetic slut. so quick to cum.” you mumble against his skin, bringing your cum coated fingers to his lips and watching him close his mouth around your digits, sucking and cleaning your fingers with expertise.

smiling to yourself, sometimes you're glad your father left you this tyrant, it's definitely been less lonely, and way more fun with him.

[mailedlove]

thinking about walking in on the yandere touching himself to you<3 as punishment, not letting him touch you and only getting off to a flesh light infront of us or tying him and overstimming the poor boy

DEVOTION. pt. 5

pairing: submissive yandere (your insert) × harsh female reader

content: masturbation, usage of toy, name calling (fem.rec), degrading, humiliation, implying of punishment, mentions of underwear licking and “peeing”. (actually means to cum) (it’s gross, i know. 😭), no aftercare :(

note: thank you so much for the request! apologies if it took a few days. i was kinda out of it and i keep forgetting to finish this. 🥲 also the peeing part was actually not about taking a real piss, OKAY. 😇 anyway, hihi, i hope you enjoy it ! i will be using this as a base for the next request, so stay tuned for that. NOT PROOFREAD !!!!!

if this is your first time seeing this post, it’ll be better to read from the start since there are other parts for this! i just didn’t put the links in since i felt lazy.

hearts, comments, and reblogs are all appreciated.

coldness filled the room, bringing the boy a side of uneasiness that came along with it. your yandere has been going off the deep end ever since you left the town, with nothing to do and nothing to hold onto. however, that was how he felt weeks ago. today was the day you were finally going home and he couldn’t wait. the passing of time feeling like eternity when you’re not around.

“it’s okay, she’ll be home in any minute now.”

he mumbles reassurances to himself, pacing back and forth inside the room, trying to find comfort to something— attempting to hold onto anything. as the clocked marched on, his mind began to run with thoughts that confused him. due to your nature being the kind to be self-reliant, you didn’t bother telling him what time you’ll be at the airport. you only texted him and said you’ll be home in half an hour. he knew he should’ve not let you go home without being picked up from the airport. either way, he still trusted you enough to let you do your thing.

as he walked all over the place, he could not help but grew more impatient, longing for you. the boy’s little walks then led him to the tiny laundry basket that was also inside the room. as he opened the cover, his palms became sweaty even when the room was in an almost-freezing state. his worries became replaced with thoughts— scenarios that were unholy and lewd. before he could think properly, his hands were already reaching for your unwashed underwear inside the basket. you wouldn’t be mad at him if he just relieves himself a little bit, right? he just can’t help it..

“i’m sure s-she’ll understand.. yeah.. mommy’s good. i am good. so she’ll still give me my reward even if i break just one rule, right?..” he slightly smiles to himself, sighing shakily as he brings the small fabric to his nose. he moans at the smell hitting him, finally finding the comfort he’s been looking for. after sniffing the fabric, he then shakily sticks his tongue out, licking the underwear. he could only moan harder and tilt his head back slightly from his actions. lowering the piece of fabric, he silently mumbles apologies for what he had done, and what’s about to be done.

the said boy walked over to the bed and placed himself on the big, fluffy matress. he laid above, shifting into different positions so that he could find the comfortable one. after finding the most comfortable one, which was laying on his back with his legs spread out, he then places your underwear on the nightstand. after properly putting it down, he lets out a whimper, unhooking the button of his pants. his heart lets out a corresponding beat towards the clank of the button as he finally removed it, even with shaky hands.

he spat a glob of saliva onto his palm, doing the action continuously to ensure that he’ll have no trouble with lubricating himself later on. his lips became a mess after, though. it had tiny, short streaks of drool on the sides as well as dripping slightly on his lower lip.

anyway, after getting the right amount, he shifts to his other hand so he could pull his undergarment down and free himself down there. his dick immediately sprung out which was due to his hardness beforehand. there was already pre-release at the tip.

with a trembling hand, he uses it to coat his dick before moving it in motion. he moved his hand— shaky and erratic. slick sounds releasing as he worked his hand up and down his shaft slowly. each stroke made his breath hitch, may it be a proper or unsteady stroke.

“h-hmhh--”

he let out little whimpers which he couldn’t hold back even when he tried to. he felt disgusted, and somehow aroused. grossed out but somehow enjoying it. he hated himself for being weak, for being an impatient, desperate boy. but he discards all of that, too distracted due to the heat building up inside his stomach.

just when he’s close to grasping that reward he’s been craving for, is when he lets himself go and fall due to a little desperation. he couldn’t help but think about how disappointed you’ll be. sure, he already convinced himself that you’d definitely understand him, but even his heart wasn’t buying it.

“s-sorryy.. nghh..”

he stutters out and moans, heart pounding as he sped up his motion, chasing for a release. he has been going for a few minutes now. the noises had gotten a lot louder, same with his whining. he could feel the heat curling inside his body— just waiting, waiting to be released. he was close, eyes rolling back, and tongue slipping out a little.

he could feel— he could feel the heat— stopping, not because he finally got to relieve himself, but because it was cut short. the creaking sound of the door opening had interrupted his chasing for his high.

fuck. it was you. he is definitely screwed.

“h--hey! let me exp-”

“shut. it.”

you dismissed him with anger fueling in your voice. you didn’t and would have never expected him to disobey like this so you tsk to make him hear how dissatisfied you were with his actions. even with you standing on the doorway, you could still see from afar that he was starting to tear up. he looked like a beat up puppy, lost and afraid. it was a sight to see, honestly. too bad, boys who do bad things get punished rather than rewarded.

“get your toy inside the drawer, now. and remove your clothes.”

“b-but— i want to e-explain fir—”

“i said now.”

he was trying to protest but you weren’t having any of it. you’d still win either way. so he just nods, removing the saliva off his hand by wiping it on his shirt. after wiping it clean, he then removes it along with his lower garments before reaching for the drawer. he was already scared since you’ll be punishing him, but further afraid since he heard the words your toy instead of just a toy. it implies you’ll be using him— breaking him without your help, thus indirectly.

you finally walked inside the room, setting your things aside before sitting on the bed to face him. he was now holding the fleshlight, in which you refer to as his toy. you cooed at his state, bony but pleasing-looking hands clutching the skin-colored fleshlight you had bought almost a month back as a “present” for him.

“since you wanna act all big and tough now, i guess you don’t need my help anymore, right?”

you broke the silence, tilting your head to the right as the words left your mouth. he could feel a pang hit his heart with the thought of not needing you anymore. of course he does need you! the desperation just got to him.. and so he quickly shakes his head no rapidly and fastly, panic settling on his face as he doesn’t want you to think about yourself like that.

“i--it’s not like that, mama... i swear— swear i just couldn’t wait any longer and i thought you wouldn’t arrive that earl--”

you hush him, cutting off his rambling. he quickly stops talking, looking at you with doe eyes.

“i was about to give you the best reward i could ever give but here you are, fucking it up. you know you might not get another chance, hm?”

you said, looking down at your index finger as it grazes the toy rather than his hand. he nods furiously to let you know he understands you. after that, with the use of the same hand, you guided the fleshlight towards his already-wet cock. he was squirming in the process, trying to avoid the toy’s insides to wrap around him. please’s left his mouth, begging you to stop and begging for you to forgive him. you acted as if you were deaf, ignoring his pleas as you finally inserted his shaft fully inside the silicon toy. you earned a loud groan from him, making you smile smuggly.

“see? it hasn’t even done anything and yet you’re already moaning like a whore. i guess you really don’t need me after all.”

you sigh sarcastically, acting as if you were hurt and with you knowing how easy he was— he was quick to reassure you in hurried breaths.

“no, no, no, m--mommy— i need you, need you s’much.. please don’t s-say things like tha— hah! ”

a moan suddenly fell from his lips which cut off his words. you had caught him off guard by moving the toy in a quick but short time. you did it since you didn’t want to get bored by his blabbering, your mind only focused in making him play with his dick.

“you just gonna blab or start?”

you loosened your grip on the toy and let go, fake yawning as you looked at him with a bored expression. that was the signal to finally make him start to work. he didn’t want to be inside the toy but he’d rather endure it than see you be bored at him. guess he has to put on a show to make you entertained then.

finally, after what felt like years, he started to put his hand on the toy so that he could begin moving it. it was already slicky since his dick still had saliva from all the spitting he had done a while ago. his breath hitched as he finally pushed the toy fully down around him. he whined at the contact, his thighs trembling uncontrollably as he starts to move the toy up then down.

“s-sensitive..”

his voice cracked, breathy moans filling the room. as he continuously moves the toy at an erratic but slow pace, he couldn’t help but squeeze his eyes slightly, making it half-lidded. he was starting to water a little from the sudden sensitivity. you saw this and immediately tormented him for the fun of it.

“keep your eyes open. i’m sure you aren’t that dumb and can still follow a simple rule, right?”

you placed your palm on your cheek as you spoke. he quickly opens his eyes, shifting them to meet your gaze. you couldn’t help but look at his face in awe. his eyes were similar to a void, no thought behind those iris. his mouth was slightly agape with wet drool that started to dry on both sides of his lips. his face was pure on sweating with hair lightly wet. what a scene it was, fully knowing that he just started a few minutes ago.

“i should just keep you like this forever, hm?”

he didn’t respond.

“answer me.”

he finally acknowledges your words, shaking his head.

“n-nooooo.. n-ngh! want i--inn.. wann’ be in, p-pleasee-”

he was starting to turn dumb-like, words all slurry since he could not talk properly anymore. you could also see that he was still moving his hips but not the toy anymore. he was the one fucking toy now, his lower body doing all the work. he didn’t break eye contact as he did his actions, lips parting oh so slightly until you could full on see the insides of his mouth.

“t--touchh me, please..” he begs, lips forming into a messy pout as he bites back a cry. he wanted to be held in any form of way as he was still deprived of the comfort he’d been needing. of course, knowing the devil you were, you shook your head no, resulting the boy to finally release a sob.

“issokay, i understand.. but wait! wait, m-mama, i’m g-going to pee. wait, p-please, hngh-”

he didn’t know what he was saying anymore, too fucked out to even understand the words coming out of his mouth. pee? you thought. you were puzzled, so you didn’t give him answer since there wasn’t one that you could give anyway. as you shifted your eyes back to his cock, you could somewhat see that it was all red and pent up.

by now, he was still fucking the toy fast and hardly. all you could hear was noises of squelching, whimpering, and loud moaning. hell, he was even starting to shout loud cries but you were far too distracted to even quiet him down since you were enjoying this too much.

“o-ooohh! a--ah!- momm’, sorryyy, i’m going to-”

he grips the sheets with the use of his free hand to keep him stable as he arched his back. a sorry was the last thing you heard before he cries out, releasing his load inside. whimpers left his mouth as he saw the toy drip out his cum. oh, so that’s what he meant. cute.

his body then retorts back from arching, making him shudder in the process.

“sorry, m’sorry..”

he apologizes in defeat. you almost fell for the act but good thing you remembered this was his punishment for disobeying. with “no mercy” still in your head, the words that fell from your lips left him biting his lip anxiously.

“no aftercare for you, hun. i won’t even hold you until you make it up to me. this is your punishment for not following rules, sorry not sorry.”

you went on to ramble, letting him know that actions come with consequences. he didn’t fight back, only nodding in defeat. in reality, you did want to hold him and caress him but it wouldn’t do him good since he might start to get spoiled.

“clean yourself up. i wanna sleep.”

was the last thing you said before exiting the room, leaving the boy all alone.

[mailedlove]

thinking about letting him get on top, but he’s such a whiny and sensitive top he almost cums trying to set a consistent pace

DEVOTION. pt. 6 (last part)

pairing: submissive yandere (your insert) × reader

content: mentions of nipple play, p in v, whiny yandere lol.

note: so sorry for taking so longgg.. :( i hope you’re not mad at me, anon. 🫠i’ve been busy with stuff so i couldn’t finish this wip-- but hey, i finally finished it!!! ^__^ if you’re seeing this, just know i really am sorri!!! anyway, this will be the last part of this series. i think i have made enough content for it. i will now be focusing on making content for kinktober, hehehe.. requests are open. i’ll upload a post about it. :P NOT PROOFREAD!!!!

two days had passed ever since the punishment that you had given your yandere.

the day before today, you were pretty bored, so you went to a bar, completely losing yourself in the process. you tried to get him off your mind. tried to get the guilt off your soul. you felt bad for letting yourself go and treating him a little trashy. so, in order to get you off your thoughts, you went to a place where you thought you won’t ever step foot into.

when you woke up, you were surprisingly fine, even after all the craziness you had done last night.

you felt productive so when you were finally full on awake, you occupied yourself with tasks. you swept the floor, washed the dishes, and changed the sofa cover in which you also slept in. you didn’t sleep in the bed along with him last night since there were still fire burning inside you.

prideful.

firm.

you were also too intoxicated to even make it to the room anyway.

you were trying your best to ignore your partner since you were still mad at him, as mentioned-- or maybe you were trying dismiss the guilt for leaving him alone? not giving him aftercare? you weren’t exactly sure how to feel, thus you dismissed any possible feeling.

but to balance out your lingering coldness, he presented himself as a heat that set you ablaze.

he acted like a vermin.

small and terrible, which you thought.

he was trying to make it up to you in order to have his apology accepted. when you swept the floor, he was there, holding another mop. he was gleaming as he held it, blabbering about how “teamwork makes the dreamwork” or some shit like that. you didn’t pay him no mind. in fact, you turned your back on him.

when you were washing the dishes, he followed you. he grabbed the plates and placed them in the dishwasher, again just to yap about how “the washer will make things faster and you wouldn’t have to tire out yourself out”. even when you changed the covers, he was there. the boy handed you another color of fabric and said that “it would suit the living room better”.

after his continuous attempts of helping you, the fire inside you finally bursts.

you snapped.

your eyes were low but somehow still piercing to look at, along with a face that had formed into a not-so-obvious frown. before he could react, you grabbed him by the waist, pulled his body close to you and tackled him into an aggressive kiss.

“will that make you like-- shut the fuck up now? this is like the second time i’ve said it to you. aren’t you tired of being told to do so?”

“nope! i’ll stop when you forgive me.”

he states, grinning goofily as he stared at you. you could only sigh at his firmness. after an airy puff released your mouth, you grabbed him by his arm, tightly gripping it that you could literally feel his brachial muscles. he didn’t fight back, only whimpering at the sudden grip on his arm. you dragged him towards the living room with your hand still on his arm.

you pushed him on the sofa which resulted in him messing up the new covers. he mouthed a sorry before moving his hand to try and fix the messy sheets. you didn’t bother paying attention to his actions, completely ignoring what he was doing. as he was straightening out the fabric, you caught him off guard as you pounced on him. you had placed yourself on his lap, legs apart whilst they move to wrap his lower back. you placed both of your arms on the back of his neck, leaning in to whisper the words that left him stunned.

“i’ve been holding back, even when you misbehaved. i couldn’t keep pretending that i am not in need of you..”

he gulped. loud and clear. everything went silent-- and it felt like it was just the two of you in the world. he shakily placed his hands on the sides of your waist, waiting for you to do something.

“i need you too.. i won’t ever disobey again. i promise.”

he broke the silence.

you didn’t respond.

you were too distracted by his collarbone. you had removed your other hand just to start tracing his collarbone as if you’re narrowing down a map. as you dragged one of your fingers, you shifted it down, aiming for his nipple. he jolted at the sudden touch, closing his eyes at the sensation. the feeling of having his sensitive bud touched suddenly made him moan. you twisted his pec, harsh but slow. you didn’t care if it hurt him. his body was yours anyway.

“hey-- what are you doing?”

he suddenly opened his eyes as he felt your weight lifting off of him. you were removing yourself above him. he tried to stop you, thinking you were bored with him again— but boy was he wrong. when you finally got off, he stared nervously as he saw you unbutton your shorts, pulling your zipper down, and totally removing them. is this what i think it is? he thought.

if this is actually what he thinks it is, then he isn’t ready.

you were now only on your panties. no shorts. as you placed yourself back on his lap, he was manspreading in the process. after finally getting yourself back to your original position, you did what he would not expect. you suddenly backed away a little, just enough so you could have access to his bulge area. you reached for the string of his shorts too, untying it as you lowered the waistband of it.

he was now fully exposed. his manhood was already wet at the tip with precum, probably aroused due to the sudden kiss you gave him. you moved, putting your lower body at least a bit closer to your original position again. you then shifted your underwear slightly to the side, holding the fabric before catching him off guard again.

“w-wait-- i’m still not prepared- m-mm.! ”

his body trembled under you, torn between resisting and giving in. you had fully inserted his shaft inside you, which caused him to react like that. it entered perfectly, and smoothly, as if it was made just for your own use. it was fairly easy to accomplish since the both of you were already wet, so no lube was needed.

“why’d you do ah! that o-out of now-whereee?

he was trying to keep his voice stable but he failed to do so.

“i’m… ngh.. t--too sensitive—”

his breath hitched, words stumbling as his grip tightened slightly. you were now moving up and down, bouncing on his cock that was rubbing your walls. it felt good. you haven’t felt anything like this for a long time. light gasps also fell from your lips as you bounced on him. you weren’t giving him attention, too focused on what you were doing.

he tried to resist.

he tried to fight back.

but all failed since his body was also succumbing to his need.

he protested that he wasn’t ready, but his body says otherwise. the words that left his mouth were far from what his body was doing. his breathing became uneven, every inhale trembling as he battled himself. his hands was pressed weakly against you at first, but instead of pushing you away, they lingered, searching for something.

every bounce earned you a ragged moan.

his body finally betrayed him. he leaned closer, trying to find warmth he swore he didn’t want.?

“d-don’t…”

he murmured weakly. the word was fragile, already on the verge of breaking. yet instead of pulling away, he gave in—arms slipping around your body to hold you close to him. his forehead pressed lightly against your shoulder, hiding the flush spreading across his face.

the slick noises deafened his moans even though it was loud. you were fully immersed in what you were feeling now. maybe too gone.

“m-mommy! pay a--attention..”

he removed his resting head from your shoulder. he stared at you, eyes sparkling with that obvious love gleaming all throughout. it was empty yet still had a tiny spark in them.

“c-can i try being on top..? i don’t want to tire you ou--”

“do it.”

you cut him off, words slightly static since you were also trying to catch your breath. you mouthed the words again, reminding him. he stared at you, reluctantly nodding— unsure if he actually wanted to do it. either way, he still obeyed.

you removed yourself on top of him, the move resulting a shlick! sound to ring out due to his manhood detaching from yours. you leaned your back on the sofa and spread your legs apart, the heat still lingering between you. he then hovered above you, legs trembling slightly-- still hesitant whether to move or just stay frozen.

“i-i’m going to put it i-in now..”

the moment his hips brushed yours, your walls came in touch with his cock, the restraint in him faltered again. a broken moan slipped from his lips, pressing in further. his need was raw, obvious, and unpolished—like he couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to.

he buried his face against your neck, trying to silence his the shaky whimpers that escaped with each movement. his body clung to yours desperately. each thrust was erratic, almost pleading. he gripped your hand, as if asking for reassurance that he is doing well.

“good— s-so hic goood...”

the skin slapping, the heat shared between both of your bodies was enough to turn everything into blur for him. his mind focused on making you feel good. but he could feel like he can’t hold back anymore. yes, it felt good, but it was too good. minutes only have passed but the feeling was already too much to bare.

his stomach was churning inside.

he had to let go.

“m--mommy, i think i can’t hold it.. in..”

the words left his mouth with a noticeable whine that came along. his thrust was still uneven, but still moving as if he’d die if he let go. but he had to.

“p--please, can i? can i cum? i w-wanna.. please. i want to..”

he begged as if he was doing so for scraps. he was so so close to the point that it hurts. his voice breaking under the weight of his own desperation. the pleasure so sharp, it hurt to hold back. his grip on you tightened, body shaking as if he’d fall apart if you said no.

when you finally gave him permission—he broke. a strangled moan escaped as his body finally spurs out sticky, white cum inside you. he had clung to you through it, again burying his face against your skin.

he slowly loosened his hold, just enough to look at you. his teary eyes were visibly heavy, lips trembling. he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, then tucked himself closer, arms wrapping around you again.

the room went quiet, except for the sound of his ragged breathing and your heartbeat echoing. this time, there was no urgency. just the heat cooling off, quietness, and being tangled together.

[joanoffuckingarc]

LEON S. KENNEDY NSFW ALPHABET.

my first ever nsfw alphabet.. woah

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he's soft, after nearly 30 years of killing bioweapons and zombies, leon’s grown more fond of keeping what he loves close and safe. he'll clean you up before kissing your shoulders, running his hands down your waist and playfully rubbing his itchy beard against your cheek as you attempt to swab him away.

soon after he's asking if you need anything to eat or drink, but you're already sound asleep

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

leon loves your thighs, big thigh guy. after a rough day he'll ask if he could simply sit between them, which you obviously allow, his face stuffed between the plush skin and huffing in your scent.

he really likes his hands, can use them to grab your thighs, your hands or your face. he handles you with care, hands gripping you like you're a fragile thing. one arm around your waist and the other your thighs.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

leon cums inside you whenever he gets the chance, he knows the risk of it but that's what thrills him. he's a bit too old to be a dad, but even if circumstances were against him, he'd make a great one.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

ball busting. just hear me out. leon LOVES it when you stomp, punch and kick his balls. makes him harder than any other time of being hard in his life.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

very experienced. after falling out with ada and meeting you, he basically knows his way around your body, albeit he takes a bit longer to learn your own special spots. but he knows how to eat and how to please like a pro.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary, cowgirl and basically any position that has you sitting on his face. he also loves putting you in a mating press and vice versa.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

yeah he's kinds goofy, he'll make a corny one liner or a really crappy joke as you're setting the mood which ends up with the both of you giggling.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I'd say he's pretty hairy down there, not enough time to keep up appearances with how much work there is to be done, but will shave down if you ask so.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he's extremely intimate, like 15/10. soft touches there, an occasional hickey or bite to your lips and constant check ups to make sure you're okay.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

no… probably not, I mean why would he when he has you? but if it REALLY calls for it, he'll jerk off in the nearest bathroom or in his car as he thinks of you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

queening, dom/sub, pet play, occasional roleplay,

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

the bedroom or in his porsche, he likes the thrill of having sex in his car more specifically. having to be as still as possible so no one outside sees the car rocking gets him going.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

you. a lot of you. but other than you, when you call him a puppy or good boy, that really turns him on, having to use his hands to pathetically cover his boner as he begs to fuck your thighs.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that could hurt you. gun play, knife play or blood play, a big no go for him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he loves both equally, loves to watch you engulf and choke on his cock, while he also loves to eat you out and lick up all your slick.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he's whatever you prefer, if you want slow he'll go slow, and if you want fast he'll go fast.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

quickies are definitely on the table. if he has to leave for work in 5-10 minutes, you'll bet he's shoving you to the couch and fucking you good.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

not really, leon likes to keep most things to himself, the only risks will be when you're together in his porsche, and even then he'll try and keep as low as possible.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he's old, he doesn't have the type of energy he used to back then, so maybe only 1-2 rounds, 3 on a good day.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

oh absolutely, when he's not fucking your brains out at your request, you're fucking HIS brains out with toys. but he'll occasionally use them on himself when you're not home and he misses you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

teases a lot, calling you cute nicknames and giving you soft pecks to the lips before returning to his work. he'll grip your boob or maybe your ass and walk away like nothing ever happened.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

loud and proud, thanks to you. at the beginning of the relationship he'd keep his noises in, biting his bottom lip to suppress them, but when you mention liking the way he sounds, he'll be so loud you'll need to cover his mouth or he'll bite your shoulder to keep down.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he's got a lot of scars and dents in his body, but you admire them nonetheless. it's what makes leon, leon.

other than that, he's also pretty girthy, which helps him in what he lacks in length, a win-win.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

if this were re4 leon, he'd have you on his bed every hour, but age has slowed him down. he doesn't do it as often anymore, more than once a week but less than twice a day.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

if it's during the night, leon’s probably already asleep before you're even pulling out, snoring against his pillow before you wake him up by a pat to the cheek. but during the day he doesn't fall asleep as much, but there's still a chance he'll sneak in a nap with you.