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( 🐏 ) NSFW & POSSIBLY TRIGGERING CONTENT.
this blog holds possibly triggering content as the author barely has any limits to their actual trauma and coping mechanisms. possible tags to these posts include but does not limit itself to: obsessive behaviour, posessive behaviour, stepcest/incest, selfcest, monsterfucking, power imbalance, age gap, trans characters, etc.
ORIGINAL TOYS nicolas giordano . atlas . dominique hausse
omg im honored that my small comment about your oc brought you back, i was checking your acc almost weekly and seeing you post makes me so happy!!
i also joined the server, it seems rlly fun so far💖
thank you and ofc !! it is embarassing a lil you calling it fun when it's been a bit dry esp with my classes coming up. anyone's feel free to yap with me esp w random characters hueheuhe
listen!! hear me out! yandere leon going livid when he finds the makeshift radio reader made, yes? yes??!! doooont care i wanna see slight feral leon, pls, pretty pls
you weren't even doing anything wrong. how could you do anything wrong? for months you've stayed at the cabin with yandere trainer!leon kennedy. every day was a bliss with you and leon was glad about it. however, you took up a project recently that made him question your loyalty and his influence on you.
"i got signal!" you exclaim, unknowing of what your words mean. leon enters the cabin after a day of gathering wood for the winter. on the table is a small box with a ton of wires connected to it. "there's no signal here normally but i kind of got something with this one. i haven't received much but i think my audio is transmittin—"
"what the fuck do you think you're doing?" leon almost shoved the radio off the table. you can't be that stupid. he loves you and in any circumstances, he fucking dotes on you. whatever this was, it's not anything that he can excuse. "any contact outside may blow our cover. it doesn't help you broadcasted your voice to anyone that could hear it."
as always, you're oblivious to the chaos you've brought upon his mind. you blink at him. confusion is on your face as there's innocence playing in your eyes. “leon, i— it’s not like that,” you try to start to reason. “i was just testing it. it’s not even stable, i barely got anything through. or—i don't know if i even got anything through since no one has responded.”
“trying is enough." leon doesn't wait for your response before he starts to disassemble the wires. the hurriedness in his movements is concerning. leon sees the concern in your face. for a brief second, he slows down. still, your fear is not enough for him to step back. “you don’t know who’s listening. you don’t know what the hell you just opened up. if we were discovered, are you going to answer for the consequences?”
you gulp, your throat dry. “i didn’t mean to—”
“but you did,” he cuts in, voice low now, almost steady, which is worse than the anger. “after everything i’ve done to keep us safe here, you hand out a trail. you want people finding you—us? tell me, what the fuck would you do if they storm us this evening because of you?”
maybe it's the paranoia. maybe it's isolation. maybe it's the fact that he's had you in his grasp for so long now and he doesn't want to give that up. leon is finally content in life, why aren't you? he exhales, rough and strained. “pack it up,” he orders, pointing at the wires. “now. before i smash it myself.”
his gaze lingers on you with a heavy heart. he doesn't want to scare you. but still, he doesn't want to lose you. as the box goes back to its original state, he sighs and places his head on the crowd of your collarbones. he's breathing you in as if to make sure you're still alive.
"i'm sorry," you whisper to him. your apologies mean nothing to him. he's already forgiven you. just look at him again and get your fill. then, he is satisfied
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Love your Leon Kennedy work!!! <3
omg i just saw this. ty !!! idk what this is but it's so stupid looking
idk why i can't wear it i wanna wear it so bad NOOO
Love your Leon Kennedy work!!! <3
omg i just saw this. ty !!! idk what this is but it's so stupid looking
i'm on a writing roll but i still can't write a fic.. oof.
your yandere leon headcanons are very good, do you have more :o
yandere trainer!leon kennedy who drives you hours into the wildernes. this is deeper than you’ve ever gone for a mission. there are no comms check-ins, no maps you can read, no coordinates you can memorize. the further you go, the fewer signs of life there are. it's just a loop of trees and the hum of the engine.
yandere trainer!leon who says it’s for training purposes. survival drills, isolation conditioning, long-range marksmanship in terrain you’ve never experienced, all of it for you. he runs through exercises every morning: tracking footprints through snow, setting up traps, dismantling and reassembling your weapon in the cold until your fingers ache. but the training gets… well, it feels more like excuses. less about skill, more about shared moments. breakfast cooked together disguised as learning to cook with wild meat. he pours you tea and puts something in each time, telling you to distinguish which could be tampered with. both of you sleep on the same bed because anything could happen and you need to stay alert at all times.
yandere trainer!leon who never says you can’t leave, he just never mentions going back. whenever you bring it up, he says hq hasn’t given the all-clear yet. that there’s still “risk” in returning. he makes it sound so rational, so calm, that you start to doubt your feel of urgency. the days blur into each other until you can’t remember the last time you checked the date. you tell yourself you’re just acclimating to the environment, but the truth is you’ve started to like the silence. you’ve started to like him.
the snow falls in slow spirals. it catches on your cap as you followed leon along the narrow trail. your breath went visible in front of you. it's cold. it's colder than any simulation. leon walked ahead—steady, unhurried, as though the weight of the backpack on his shoulders meant nothing. you’d been out here long enough to match his pace without thinking. you're not left behind but you're always left behind.
when the cabin came to view, you feel something in your chest unclench. not because you were tired—though you were—but because it almost felt like home. the dark shape against the blinding white snow. the smell of woodsmoke. the faint creak of the floorboards as you come up. the way leon always took your gloves off for you when you came inside. hq gives you a home warmer than the one you've had in your life.
he glanced over his shoulder once you reached the porch, his hair damp from the snow. “you did good today.”
inside, the fire already lit, a glow stretches across the room. leon shrugged off his jacket and tossed yours over the back of a chair, moving with the ease of someone who’d memorised the space a hundred times over. he pours two mugs of tea without asking if you wanted any. you didn’t need him to. "thank you," you say, for both the tea and the praise. you're not quite sure now
it occurred to you, briefly, that you hadn’t thought about hq in days. hadn’t thought about the city, or the other agents, or the life you had before this. you should’ve missed it. you should’ve wanted to go back. but leon was watching you with that faint, unreadable smile. the snow was falling heavier outside, and the fire crackled louder. for the first time, the thought of leaving never even crossed your mind.
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yandere trainer!leon kennedy who watches you across the sparring mat, arms crossed, eyes unreadable as you struggle to get back on your feet. his voice is flat when he tells you to do it again and again. still, his eyes burn. you’re not sure if it’s anger, disappointment, or something darker. he corrects your form with the slightest touch to your hip, your wrist, your neck. his hands are calloused, movements clinical, but you feel his breath a second too long behind your ear. “if someone grabs you like this,” he says, twisting your arm until you wince, “you better make them regret it.” he never actually hurts you—he toes that line. he pushes you to exhaustion, to frustration, to pain. but never past it.
yandere trainer!leon who offers you private training sessions under the pretense of “accelerating your progress.” he tells the others you need extra conditioning. tells you it’s because he sees potential. but he trains you in secluded rooms, late hours, lights low. makes you run drills until your legs shake, then forces you into close-quarters combat with him. every time you land a hit, he smiles like he’s proud—but there's something possessive in that smile. when you fall, he’s already catching you, already too close. “you’re getting better,” he mutters, brushing your sweat-drenched hair back, thumb grazing your cheek in instinct. “but not good enough to beat me.”
yandere trainer!leon who leaves notes on your locker sometimes. they’re never signed. sometimes, it’s advice. sometimes, it’s warnings. you try to brush it off as part of the job—maybe it’s from hq, maybe it’s protocol—but the handwriting matches the curve of his signature. and when you show up where the notes tell you, he’s always already there. waiting. unreadable. like he knew you'd come even before you saw the message.
yandere trainer!leon who starts controlling more of your missions. he gets your name pulled from dangerous ops where you might be paired with other male agents. he tells hq you’re not ready—too eager, too unpredictable. you overhear someone say you’ve been “blacklisted from team rotations.” when you confront him, he doesn’t deny it. he just says, “you’re a danger to yourself. you rookies are always so eager to prove something.” there’s no apology in his voice. just finality. he doesn’t care if you’re angry. in fact, he likes it when you get in his face—because that means you're looking at him. choosing him. you’re his trainee. his responsibility. everything you do must be seen in his eyes.
yandere trainer!leon who sometimes snaps. not violently—but coldly. the more confident you get, the more defiant you become, the tighter he coils. one day, during a particularly grueling spar, you dodge every one of his attacks and smirk. you land a hit to his ribs. it’s not hard, but it’s enough. he grabs your wrist too fast, too hard, twisting it behind your back and slamming you to the mat with barely controlled force. you’re breathless. his body is pressed against yours in a pin that lasts too long. “don’t get cocky,” he groans. “you think you can take me? you have a long way until you can try me” and then—just as fast—he lets go. helps you up. the smile’s back. the one that doesn’t reach his eyes.
yandere trainer!leon who starts showing up outside of training. at your dorm. at the gym. at the dining halls. at first, it seems coincidental. maybe he’s just everywhere. maybe he’s just thorough. but then you notice he’s sitting two tables away every time you eat. walking behind you when you’re off duty. one night you hear footsteps outside your door. not close enough to be a threat, just…watching. you open it. no one’s there. but on some nights you're forgetting where you put things. your weapons are gone from the table. it shows up the next morning. cleaned. almost new.
yandere trainer!leon who is already planning your exit from the program. when he decides you’ve had enough field work, he’ll file the reports, forge the evaluations, burn the records. he’ll say you cracked under pressure. or died. or ran. whatever it takes. and then he’ll take you somewhere remote. you're going to trust him because he told you you're on a mission. you're going to be a mission for the rest of your life. to a place where no one will ever find you. he’ll train you there too—train you to love him, need him, trust him. he’ll be your only connection to the world. and that’s exactly how he wants it.
yandere trainer!leon who doesn’t want to fuck you. not just that. he wants to consume you. to protect you so completely, so violently, that no one else will even look at you without fear. he trains you to be strong, fast, lethal. he keeps you dependent. reminds you, over and over, that the world is full of threats you’re not ready for. but he is. he’s always ready. always watching. always there. and the more capable you become, the more he smiles to himself, knowing he’s building a perfect weapon—one that’s sharp, precise, and his.
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my friend got me so into leon kennedy... i wanna see him as a yandere-
chat... how do we feel about making janitor.ai for my yanderes/ocs
looking back at this because i've been so obsessed with literally scenario rpgs either femboy/futa scenarios or free use. i'm so gonna write femboy or futa content soon doooon't careee
just stumbled upon your casino owner bf and im absolutely in love with that oc so far, i know you last posted in april and i hope everything is okay, i would love to read more of him if you decide to come back, that is such a unique background for an oc and the moodboard was chefs kiss
i'm not lying when this singlehandedly inspired me to write again. this is the main account where i'm using the sideblog for something and when i got this notif, i gen wanted to continue writing again. posted tonight on a naga but i hope that i'm able to write everyday just to give dominique a chance to live <3
─── dubious consent / reader is, however, actually consenting
you can't take your eyes away from it. like the lover trapped in eden, you stare into the snake's eyes and are urged to take a bite. he comes to the cabin you're staying. he is a force awaken by the sounds of pleasure coming from your room. when your boyfriend is busy satisfying himself, you are left mocking pornstars with your own moans.
he slithers in within the night. your boyfriend didn't see him—but you did. you see its white eyes from the window and instead of warning your boyfriend, you're left embracing the cold touch that touches your warm skin. suddenly, pleasure amplifies. it's not from your boyfriend. you know it isn't. it's something else. it's something deeper. your head throws back to the pillows as your head fills with things that you've never thought of before.
the only word you can describe with what you're seeing is the underworld. it's dark, hellish, and a nightmare. yet there are those white eyes. white, pure eyes. you can't look away from it. you shall not. you're not scared to look away, rather, you're scared to lose it. if you look away, you're scared this pleasure is gonna stop. suddenly, the moans you're letting out is no longer fake. yet, the feeling of penetration in your sex has disappeared and what replaces it is the warm embrace of scales and cold skin. he's going to reawaken you, you think. he's going to make you reborn.
the world is swallowed with the serpent's mouth. its jaw unhinges and your boyfriend is taken away. he is not worthy. he never was. the serpent stands in front of you, it's white scales a contrast to the dim night. he is of the devil, you know. he may even be the devil. yet, that does not matter. not when he slithers towards you, unhinges his jaw, and feeds you with a liquid substance that gets you addicted.
you are the daughter of eve. you are the second woman to be tempted. you've released hell and it feels good because you were never satisfied in the mortal realm. he speaks, in your mind, with a low tone and a hiss, "a precious'a child," he feeds you more and more, "a daught'a of tempation. you are... perfect."
it doesn't matter who says this and that. you were chosen. the world was bland, destructive, and all-consuming. you never deserved to work a 9-5, be buried in student loans, and have the shittiest boyfriend known to man. you look into the devil's eyes and you willingly stand and follow him to a world where you can simply be. you don't need to be a ruler, or a queen, or anything else you don't want to be. the serpent whispers its name, the mourningstar, and you gasp it out in pleasure you've never felt before.
DOMINIQUE HAUSSE yandere!casino owner
because the world will go to ruins for you, because your yan!casino owneroyfriend will never lose to anyone but you.
he's strict, he's ruthless. you can't think of another man in the world that would devour the flesh of those who beat him in a game of texas poker. you don't think anyone would want to eat flesh and skin at all. still, when the tides go against him when someone bets with real money—he bets reputation, not wealth—he will not stop until he gets his revenge.
maybe because he's powerful, maybe because he's famous, maybe because he's charming, he gets away with it all the time. you're left to watch from the sidelines of his half empty table the man who will soon regretting betting grands of money to get something from him.
dominque is his name. it's dominque because he lived in a gothic castle with a gothic upbringing; one built of fables of vampires and such. hausse is his last name because it's gods's greatest joke. he's lived in a house of empty hallways and ringing cries of his mother. he's also become the house, a mirror of the greedy and the brave who lose against him.
and you, you are his one exception. you sit at his table betting reputation. you've lost as many times as you won. dominique plays his hand loose with you, always eager to strike a conversation as you consider your next move in jackblack. your hand misses only a four and you're unsure how lucky you will be. still, he talks to you about your day and wonders if you will ever date anyone.
"as if," you laugh as you get a three. "i'm pretty satisfied alone right now. i have you for company though, no?"
you are the only exception. when you come in betting for money, he knows that you're desperate. the world has caught up to you and there's nothing else to offer you but his love. he folds, he bets it all, and you walk away from the house of greed with enough money to deal with the debt placed upon you.
yet, that's not the end, is it? when you return home, it's not anxiety that greets you. it's not burly men with agenda and a license to kill. no, it's not that at all. you're surprised to see the man who you owe money to sit at the head of table, his head served on a plate and mouth drooling paper bills. you want to fucking vomit. you feel sick. his empty eye sockets are fuelled by cents and pennies. an awful feeling of dread creeps up to you
then you see on his neck, a large bite that looks animal-like. suddenly, you know what happened.
when the world is full of greed, when millionaires are fat from raw steak and crawling in their latest automobiles, you're going to stand tall. dominque creeps up behind you, wrapping his arms around your startled frame. you will never not be the exception, you fear. death will follow you because nothing else can. he puts your body to rest in a sheet of gold and kisses your body until you cry the fountain of youth. you will never not be the greatest exception.
footnote this is still a work in progress but this is essentially the fic i'm writing lol
I just wanted to let u you know that manialove totally copied your daddy issues post 😓😓
LOL just read it. It's fine honestly. It's not like it was a very original idea. I'd be upset if I post my OC on here and someone stole that. Thx for informing tho! Just a small thing in my book
reread one of my old roleplays and found one of my favourite ocs... so this is what I have cooking in the near future
