Dark Dilf Delinquent Season Cillian Lusting After The New Neighbors Daughter; Who Not So Coincidentally

dark dilf delinquent season cillian lusting after the new neighbors daughter; who not so coincidentally has a penchant for undressing with her curtains open 🫣 & sneaking in guys who kinda (definitely) maybe resemble cillian? from her club nights 😭

he’s dark & like kinda pathetic but we love him anyway

i feel like this is too specific but I can’t get the thought out of my head 🥲

it is very specific but I'm not mad, and I love writing a pervert <3 but a dilf AND a pervert?! yes please!! obviously I love this concept cause I went a liiiiitle overboard with it, oops...

length: 3.3k

warnings: m and f masturbation, voyeurism, slightly dark but not very much, unspecified age gap, infidelity

Dark Dilf Delinquent Season Cillian Lusting After The New Neighbors Daughter; Who Not So Coincidentally

When it first started, he really was just trying to read. It wasn't his fault that the book was boring, or that your curtains were open, or that he caught a glance of you in your window.

It was innocent then, too— he liked watching you do normal things, like put on jewelry or laugh on the phone with a friend. It made him smile... he wasn't sure why, but it just made him feel a little better after a long day, seeing you up there, reminiscing on his younger days as he got a distant view of yours...

But it had been months since it started, and it was far from innocent now. He'd become an expert at compartmentalizing the shame; he'd become addicted to the cycle, to the watching and the waiting and the sick anticipation— not to mention the fear that someday, you'd notice him watching. The fear, and yet, the hope.

"Fuck," he panted under his breath as he wanked himself— not too fast yet, but certainly much faster than the slow and teasing strokes he liked to start off with. You were taking off your shirt, pulling it over your head and folding your arms in that crazy origami way girls do that he'd never totally understood; he bit his lip as his eyes dragged over your back, trying to imagine how it would feel to run his fingers up your spine until you arched it just right—

He heard the kids yell downstairs and he stopped for a second, heart pounding with nervousness as he feared they might come up and knock at the door. He used to only do this when they were gone... but he couldn't pass up an opportunity like this, a perfect view of you stripping in the window.

The noises stopped and his movements started again, fisting his cock with a stifled groan as you reached behind your back and undid the clasp; even having seen your tits probably a dozen times by now, his mouth was slack and dry in anticipation of you turning around and letting him see them again.

You teased him for a while longer, messing with your hair and stretching your arms up until he found himself mumbling between panting breaths: c'mon, baby, show me— lemme see, sweetheart, fuck, please...

Sort of like willing a stoplight to turn green, it's obviously not possible but it will work at some point: you turned and faced the window, your eyes shut with a sigh as you started to open your jeans. He had to grip his cock's leaking head tight just then, too overwhelmed with the view of your breasts— he was afraid to come too soon.

He'd never had to hold himself back like this before, never delayed his gratification— because, normally, it's totally antithetical to the point of masturbation. He only ever jerked off for the gratification, and he only ever watched porn to help get there a little faster... but you, you were so much better than porn. The thrill of doing something wrong, the longing of knowing you (if not very well) in real life, the lack of control over you and being, in a sense, at your mercy as you undressed as slow as you wanted... it was all just terribly erotic. And he refused to let himself come until you let him see a little more.

You slid your jeans down your legs and he actually bit his lip, just to muffle his moan. "Yes," he whispered to himself, cock pulsing in his grip as he watched you step out of them, turning around to lay them over your bed— and giving him the perfect view of your ass in those cute cotton panties as you did it. "Fuck," he grunted, twisting his hand over his tip and feeling his hips jerk instinctively— he couldn't think of the last time he was so sensitive. "See what you do to me?" he chuckled to himself— he wished you could see it, but then again, he had his lights off in the room for a reason. All you could see was a dark window, and for now, he preferred to keep it that way.

You laid back on your bed, looking relaxed and contented as you ran your hand down over yourself— fuck, is she about to--?

You slipped your hand into your panties, and he tilted his head back with a heavy sigh, only allowing himself a second to shut his eyes as his balls tightened up, threatening to blow it all right then and there. He'd never actually seen you touch yourself before— though he had seen you take a vibrator out of your bedside drawer and, infuriatingly, go to take a shower where you presumably got to use it with complete privacy. The image in his head had been plenty to get off on that night, but seeing you now as your fingers moved under the thin fabric, your lips opening for what he hoped was a quiet little moan? It was almost too much to bear.

You spread your legs a bit, the angle giving him a hint of a view of what you were doing; he sat up in the chair, leaning to the side a bit, desperate for a better look at how you were touching yourself. Were you just rubbing your clit, or were you going to put a finger or two inside? "Baby," he panted to himself, watching your tits get harder as your hand moved, "baby... y-yeah, just like that, fuck..."

The sight of you playing with yourself was just too beautiful; he had to keep reminding himself to shut his mouth so he wouldn’t make too much noise, but then it would just fall right back open again as you arched your back.

“Feels good?” he noticed, raking his gaze over every sign of your pleasure. “Tell me how good it feels…”

He wanted to imagine your voice, then, the way you’d respond to him: feels so good, Cill. You’d never actually called him that, you always called him Mr. Murphy. He tried not to acknowledge how much that turned him on, but anyways, he couldn’t conjure your voice in his head anyways. He hadn’t spoken to you in weeks, not since you’d babysat for him and his wife… he tried not to acknowledge how much that turned him on, either.

Seemingly out of nowhere, you took your hand out of your panties and expanded your cheeks with a big sigh; he knit his eyebrows together, watching you roll over and grab your phone off of the nightstand by your bed. His sicker side instantly assumed you were going to find some porn to watch, but your lackadaisical attitude about the whole thing made it seem more like you’d had a sudden mid-masturbation urge to check Instagram. Kids and their phones, he thought to himself, even though you were far from a kid— he was just much, much further from one than you were, is all…

And, this should come as no surprise by now… that turned him on too. He’d come to be weirdly fascinated by his own perversion, finding it just as shameful as he did sexy.

His phone vibrated on the desk and his screen lit up— he wasn't going to answer it at first, nothing was more important than watching you right now... but then it went off again. He looked at it and back at you, seeing you getting up suddenly and walking around the room... surely you hadn't come already? It certainly didn't look like it.

Even though he couldn't imagine why you'd stopped so abruptly, he figured it was a good opportunity to make sure the messages weren't important. He awkwardly got up and grabbed his phone, feeling a bit strange about walking around with his jeans open and his erection poking out. Unlocking his phone to read whatever was sent, he felt a massive sigh leave his chest as if the wind had been knocked out of him.

He never even saved your number, but he recognized the previous conversation you'd had-- just a few texts back and forth about a little backyard gathering your parents were having, and some question about when you needed to come over to watch the kids, but you usually messaged his wife about that kind of stuff. But since he’d committed those brief conversations to memory, it took him only a split-second to know it was you— and, obviously, seeing that you'd just texted him, he thought his heart might just stop right then. He had to blink some blurriness out of his vision to even read them, with how fast the damn thing was beating.

hi mr. murphy.

turn on the lamp on the desk.

He whipped his head around to look back at you, only to find you smiling around a bitten lower lip, staring right into his window. Fuck. Fuck!

He set his phone down, not sure what to do— and quickly locking the screen as he realized you’d probably seen the glow of it. He groaned softly again as he watched you sit down on your bed again, facing directly towards him, those pretty legs spreading nice and slow as your hand moved over your panties again. Fuck.

He felt like he was in a dream or something as he flipped on the lamp— maybe it was an out of body experience. If he was out of his own body, he at least knew whose he wanted to get into: he never took his eyes off you as he slowly walked back to his chair, sitting back down in it and meeting your half-lidded gaze as you tossed your phone away and used your free hand to toy with one of your hard nipples. “Fuck,” he said aloud this time, seeing your eyes trail down to his cock— it was still out, of course, sticking up proudly against the black shirt covering his stomach. Maybe it was proud, but he was a little bit terrified, his face getting hot as he snatched the throw pillow nearby to cover himself with; he saw you laugh, sighing through his nose dreamily as he wished he could hear the sweet sound of it, and then shake your head with a grin.

You stood up then, turning around and bending over as you ever-so-slowly pulled your panties down, making him purr as he got a thorough look at your bare ass. You looked too damn good bent over like that— what he would give to stand behind you, pushing your shoulders down with one hand as he gave that cute arse a good spank with the other—

He saw you looking back at him, a proud smirk on your face; “Dirty girl,” he scolded under his breath, watching you stand up straight and sit on the bed again.

Your legs were pressed tightly together, and when he look up to your eyes, he found them focusing on the pillow in his lap; you met his gaze again, a pink tongue darting gently over your lips. A silent promise: I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. With the way it made his heart pound and his palms clammy, he felt like a schoolboy all over again.

He grabbed the pillow and slowly moved it away, your legs opening at the same pace in perfect time with it; he groaned through a tight jaw as he stared at your pussy, one of your hands running down to spread the sticky lips even wider for him. “Fuck,” he moaned, holding onto his cock tightly again as he felt totally helpless to the sight of it, unable to look away. “So fuckin’ perfect,” he mumbled, starting to stroke himself as you bit your lip again and rubbed your clit with two fingers— the nails still had that baby pink polish, the one he’d watched you paint on a few nights ago. Why was something as simple as that so sexy?

Your mouth fell open, and your head tilted back; he tried to imagine how you’d sound, your sweet voice a little darker and deeper with pleasure. You rubbed yourself a little faster, a little harder, and he felt his lips curl into a sneer.

“Good girl, like that,” he panted, “play with it for me. Play with that cute little cunt— f-fuck, yes—”

You looked at him again, eyes glued to his cock, and he felt it flex in his grip as if it wanted to wave to you; he saw you smile, an oddly sweet smile for something so dirty, and he watched your fingers slide down to your tiny, seeping opening. He nodded in encouragement, watching your face fall into a shockingly innocent gasp as you slid a finger into yourself.

“Yes, baby,” he moaned, “y-yeah, s’it warm inside, sweetheart? Bet you’re so fucking tight, baby, I know your pussy is so goddamn tight—”

You pumped the single finger in and out, head falling back for a moment, and he squeezed his cock tight again to try to hold back another close call— he’d feel pretty stupid coming so fast with you watching, but he’d been doing this a lot longer than you had… fuck, how long had you known he was watching you?

Your mouth opened wider as you pushed another finger into yourself, and his hips shifted roughly in the chair, his hand moving faster as he growled. “Fuck, it’s not enough, is it?” he hissed. “Two little fingers isn’t enough— you need my cock, fuck, you need my fuckin’ cock— I’d fill you so good, sweetheart, I’d be so fuckin’ deep inside you—”

He was almost bucking up into his own hand now, his whole body suddenly pulsing with energy— it was a good thing you weren’t here now, even if he wanted it more than anything: he would’ve treated you awfully if he could’ve gotten his hands on you, fucking you hard and rough, tossing you around, pinning you down… he needed you so bad, he couldn’t imagine having the patience for anything but one of those nasty, fast, rough, animalistic fucks. He’d fucking ruin you right now, if he could.

You were rough about it, too— roughly pinching and tugging on your tits, roughly fucking yourself on your fingers… you even pulled your hand out and gave your clit a little smack at one point, and he choked on his loudest moan yet as your body jolted.

“Dirty fucking slut,” he growled, “fuck, come for me. Please, baby, I need to come, I need to fuckin’ come—”

You were saying something, obviously he couldn’t hear a damn word of it, but the shape of your lips made him pretty damn sure you were chanting over and over: yes, yes, yes—

“Come, baby,” he begged, knowing he couldn’t hold himself back much longer, “let me see— show me how you come, sweetheart, show me that pretty face when you come on your fucking fingers— soak them, honey, come for me—”

You were shaking all over, legs quivering and tits bouncing with the force of it— you pulled your fingers out and he could fucking see it, see that cute little hole flexing, and obviously he was done for pretty much instantly. He moaned roughly as hot ropes of come painted his shirt, rolled down his shaft and shaking fingers, one drop even finding its way down his balls which was sort of pleasantly ticklish…

You looked so gorgeous coming like that, your hand and pussy all shiny with your arousal, your eyes heavy and your lips swollen from all the biting… he blinked quickly as he tried to catch his breath, letting go of his slowly-softening cock and leaning back into the chair. You smiled at him; funny how, even now, that could make his heart skip. He watched you stand up and wiggle your fingers in a cute little wave at him as you approached the window, and his tired smile fell quickly when you reached for the curtains. “N-no, don’t go,” he pleaded softly, leaning forward as if he could stop you somehow, “please, wait—”

You slid them shut suddenly, and he whined a little as he fell back into the chair, running his (clean) hand over his face as he contemplated what he’d just done. When his phone vibrated again, he jumped up to grab it, but frowned in disappointment when he saw it was from his wife. Be home in a few, please come help with the groceries.

He tried to type a quick reply, only to grimace when he realized how filthy his hand was. He wiped it off on his shirt— but his shirt was filthy, too. Sighing, he set the phone down and took the whole thing off, balling it up to toss into the hamper, leaving him in just his undershirt.

Going straight back to his phone, he opened the conversation with you, praying to see that little grey bubble pop up or something; he started to type a few times, things like will I see you tomorrow? or come over next time the house is empty, but he always felt like an idiot and ended up erasing it. He didn’t get a chance to think of a good thing to send before he heard a car pulling up in the driveway. Shoving the phone in his pocket, he sighed and made his way downstairs, navigating around the pillow fort in the living room to get out the front door.

“Just help me with the bags in the boot, will you?” she asked him, not even looking at him, as she rifled through whatever was in the backseat. He opened it, sighing as he looked at them. Nothing like a bunch of brown bags to bring you back to reality.

His eyes widened when he heard his wife say your name, and he poked his head around the car to see you standing there, wearing a zip-up and leggings. “Good evening, Mrs. Murphy,” you smiled, and he figured he looked like a deer in the headlights— if a deer could hold a paper sack full of pasta and biscuits— as your gaze fell on him. “Hi, Mr. Murphy.”

He opened his mouth to try to respond, but nothing really came out; “Looks like you’re going for a run,” his wife noticed, saving him for the time being as your attention turned to her again.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “figured I could use some exercise.”

He cleared his throat, just a way to try to fight the lump forming in it, but it unintentionally caused both women to look at him again— once again, he found himself uselessly floundering for a response, and only getting out a soft ‘er’ before you said something.

“Aren’t you cold in just a t-shirt, Mr. Murphy?” you asked him, tilting your head.

“It’s fine,” he choked out, “I was feeling kind of hot anyway.”

You smiled at him, then waved goodbye to his wife as you pushed your earbuds in and continued walking down the street— you were acting so innocent that he started to feel like he’d dreamed up the whole thing.

She probably saw him staring, watching you jog down the sidewalk, that ass looking terribly familiar covered by the athletic leggings; but she didn’t say anything, only shutting the car boot to get his attention as he finally carried the paper sacks into the house. "She's sweet, isn't she?" she broke the moment of silence as they walked up the driveway together.

“I-I guess,” he tried to sound as non-committal as possible.

“You don’t think so?” she pressed, apparently noticing his cryptic answer.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “maybe she’s not as sweet as she looks.”

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ratcig

3 years ago

I'm glad to see you're still here :)

Thxxx❤️❤️❤️

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ratcig

3 years ago

Yandere Ethan winters.

Hi! I have been an lurker for a while now on various yandere blogs. This is my first time writing fanfiction so please be kind on me <3

-its pretty unanimous in the re8 fanfiction community that Ethan is an obsessive worshiper, he love,love,loves you.

-you and Ethan met at dulvey, you where the actual adoptive/foster child of the baker's, who was pushed out and imprisoned by evaline. You spent years in an living hell, locked away in the basement (you take the place of mia in this au so just imagine the cell Ethan found her in during re7) watching your family be turned into monsters.

-Your only solace was mia whenever she was lucid. While those short periods of normalcy didn't allow for much conversation, you knew an few things about her. She was from Texas,was married to someone named Ethan. An man who Mia's affection for wained as the years spent apart grew. You two held an unbreakable bond from the years spent together under evalines thumb.

-One day something happened that caused evaline to snap, she killed mia, the only thing you had left in this world. You where unable to leave your bed due to the intense grief, staring at the wall with blank distant eyes. You where pulled from your intense dissociation by jack baker throwing mia's personal effects into the basement. You the noticed mia's laptop, within your reach.

-its now or never, evaline was probably gonna kill you soon anyways, and death was an better existence then the past four years, kept alive for the sole purpose of evaline torturing you in an jealous rage. You managed to log on, to find an unfinished email still on the screen.adressed to her husband, with two video attachment's and one line of text. "Dulvey, Louisiana. House of jack and Marguerite baker"

-you where planning on emailing the sheriff's department, but you started to hear footsteps from above. You hit send and quickly closed the laptop. Hiding it under the floorboards

-you figured that Ethan would call the police , the fbi, swat team, or some form of trained professional who could save you.

-but nope crazy motherfucker came on his own, with nothing but his Prius and the clothes on his back. The only other person called being his washed out former frat boy cousin who lived in new Orleans. , Ethan walked into the literal physical embodiment of an southern gothic novel.

-and the events of resident evil 7 happen, only difference being Mia's absence and him protecting you. The high tension environment leading to codependency.

-His yandere tendencies began to show after Chris saved your asses and hauled you off to some research facility in Romania. While throughout dulvey incident he showed some form of romantic interest, little comments, lingering gazes, the guilt made you sick. Many times you reminded him that he should be concerned about his wife, but your concern was ignored.

-ethan demanded that you two where never to be separated, the company obliged. And the two of you had an apartment like space on the compound.

-where Ethan started to treat you like his live in girlfriend.

I'm going to finish this later today, I need to let my phone charge some. Thank you 💓

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yandere boy yandere resident evil yandere re8 yandere ethan winters

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ratcig

3 years ago

Do I really like men or do I like men written by women? Everytime I see that on tiktok I think of you ahaha

It’s fascinating to compare male sex/romantic fantasy in literature vs female. I think it was someone on twitter that said, men objectify women and women personify men and it’s so true.

Female writers are like: a man with complex feelings and a tragic past who perceived me as a person and enjoys giving oral sex because he values my pleasure as much as his own. And male writers are like: she was a bodaciously bodied woman whose breasts rose up to greet me like two cocker spaniels. Did she have thoughts? I do not imagine so, but I did not care for I was hypnotized by the lurid thickness of her eyelashes and her Amazonian thighs.

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ratcig

2 years ago

omgg can you do something with yandere viktor hargreeves with a girly reader? like the reader loves skirts and dresses and viktor thinks it's so adorable how sweet and innocent like it is? is that fine with you

note: omg this is my first request so ignore the screaming inside state of mind i'm in rn... anyway! i loveeeee this idea and it's fine by me, hope you like it lovely anon. <3

viktor's life was filled with chaos since the first day, from his dad shitty parental ways to his brothers fighting just to see who gets the first sip of coffee in the morning. he thought this was his life, his without-purpose life.

until he found you.

he remembers that day as the day he started to thank the universe.

he was shopping with diego and luther, both of his brothers wanting to help him choose some comfortable clothes since they couldn't find anything else to do. at first he was tired (mentally and physically), he didn't want to come and endure their endless bickering and just as he was about to step in luther's speech of black not being the best of colors, his eyes caught a glimpse of your pink skirt.

it was the most... pink clothing he has ever seen.

taking two steps back to see your figure clearly, he swears he could feel the shine in his eyes as he saw you.

you were wearing a soft pink outfit, as if you walked straight out of a barbie magazine, your small smile brighter than the lipgloss in your lips, your manicured hands touching the fabric of a dress that caught your attention; oblivious to the hargreeves sibling stare.

“ hey! ” two voices scream behind him, making viktor slightly jump and raise a fist as a mechanism of defense, turning his head.

“ jesus christ! ” he exclaims with an annoyed glare, now lowering his hand, almost angry that the sight of you disappeared as both of them walked in front of him.

“ we just asked, five times, ” diego holds his hand with five fingers as an emphasis “, your opinion in this shirt and you ignored us- did an emo jacket stole your attention or what? ” diego, more annoyed than viktor, asks with his usual big brother tone; reminding him that time ben called him an emo.

“ n-no, i just got distracted, that's all, no big deal. ” first mistake, never say you got distracted to any of the hargreeves, they will ask—.

“ by what? ” luther asks, putting down a jacket as he looks at viktor; now curious.

viktor just shrugs, now looking at the shirts displayed next to him.

“... by who? ” diego then asks.

viktor looks at him for two seconds. second mistake, corporal language is diego's favorite thing.

“ no way! ” diego screams, getting two close customers attention, viktor now shushing him.

“ wait, i don't get it. ” oblivious luther says with an exasperated look, diego looking around while viktor tries to hide both of them (as if that could be possible).

“ stop, shut up! it's nothing, let's just go- please, please. ” viktor begs, thinking if his dignity is still valuable with the thought of getting in his knees to pray to whoever is up there to have mercy on him.

“ tell me, come on, i won't say anything. ” diego says in a whisper, as if luther wasn't there - who still is clueless.

“ if i tell you, will you stop? ” viktor asks, looking directly at diego's eyes.

“ okay. ”

“ i got distracted by the girl behind me, no big deal, just thought- ”

viktor didn't have time to think of an excuse as diego walks straight to you, being the only girl in the store helped, a triumphant smile in his face.

“ hey, what's up? i'm diego. ” diego says, 'softly', to you.

you raise your head, a surprised glint in your eyes, a beautiful smile now covering your face.

“ hi, i'm y/n! ” you exclaim, clearly excited of meeting new people, your dresses hanging from your arm.

diego has to take a moment, he now understands why viktor got so distracted.

“ hey, so, my brother, ” he points to viktor, who just looks at luther, clearly distressed, his hands grabbing his hair. “ thinks you're beautiful and wants to date you... i think, but he definitely thinks you're beautiful. ”

you're still looking at both of the men behind diego, watching how a tall, buff man tries to calm his brother. tilting your head you giggle, clearly amused.

“ oh well, i'd like to, he seems cute so yeah! ”

“ great. — hey viktor! ” diego then screams, making you slightly jump, hugging your dresses.

viktor turns around, diego calls him over again, making his way to the both of you as he did not want to leave you alone with diego; the sight of him so close to you making him want to stop being the pacifist of the family.

“ hey, i'm sorry, whatever he told you is just- well, we are just- ”

“ she said yes. ” that interrupts viktor rambling, who now frowns in confusion, staring at diego.

“ y-yes to what? ”

“ our date. ” you softly say, gaining viktor's attention once again; who 'dumbly' smiles at you with a starstruck look.

“ o-our date? ” he stutters again, making you giggle, nodding your head while walking a little closer to him.

luther slowly made their way to the three of you, taking diego by the collar of his shirt to give a bit of privacy to their brother, while thinking of a way to scold him for intruding in viktor's love life (even if he would've done the same).

“ you're so cute. ” you say, now feeling a bit nervous at seeing how good looking he was, now that you looked closer, your fingers playing with the fabric of the dresses you were carrying. “ when's the date? — oh! you know, i know a very good café- it's a cat café! you can hug cats! and they're clean so you don't have to worry about higiene or that. ” you start talking excitedly about the place, viktor's gaze just full of love and affection as he hears everything you say, both of you oblivious to the beautiful moments that were going to follow.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️꙳ ᡃ. ۪ ࣪ 𖦹 ֑ ׂ ۪ ٞ ּ ໋ ݂ ﹢𓄹 ִ ׂ 𝅄 ᡃ. ۪ ࣪ 𖦹 ֑ ࣪ ✿ ۪ ٞ ּ 𝅄ᡃ. ۪ ࣪ 𖦹 ֑ ׂ ۪ ٞ ּ ໋ ݂ ﹢𓄹 ִ ׂ 𝅄 ꙳

a few weeks forwards to that moment, viktor smiles as he watches you model some skirts a friend gifted you; one of the now few friends you had, your boyfriend advising the type of people you should befriend (him and his family) and you listened to him, of course! he is your boyfriend and he wants the best for you.

“ so? ” you ask with a smile in your face, your back facing a big mirror, viktor sitting in your soft bed while holding a teddy bear you had.

“ you look beautiful. ” he says, blinking a few times just to make sure you're not a figment of his imagination.

you pout, making viktor worry he said the wrong thing.

“ vik, you said that already! ” you stomp your feet, a somewhat relieved sigh leaves viktor lips as he stands up, leaving mr. fluff in your bed.

“ i mean, what else can i say? you look cute, perfect, so so so pretty, my beautiful baby. ” he compliments you to no end, knowing you just want all his attention, holding your face to plant a kiss in your pouting lips who now turns into a shy smile.

“ and? ” you ask as you bring your hands behind your back, blinking a few times looking at the ceiling of your room, making viktor laugh at how adorable you looked.

“ and i love you so much. ” he says, almost in a whisper, his smile never leaving his face.

“ hmph, i knooow. ” you say in a 'singsong' voice, giggling as viktor tickles you a bit. “ okay, okay! i love you too- a lot, a bunch, muah! ” finishing your sentence with a kiss.

viktor stands there, in the middle of your room, you leaving to change in the bathroom, for a few seconds he laughs as he falls to your bed; bouncing a bit, with mr. fluff falling next to him.

“ cute, isn't she? ” he asks to the plushie as if it were to answer him, staring at the ceiling with a dumb smile in his lips.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️꙳ ᡃ. ۪ ࣪ 𖦹 ֑ ׂ ۪ ٞ ּ ໋ ݂ ﹢𓄹 ִ ׂ 𝅄 ᡃ. ۪ ࣪ 𖦹 ֑ ࣪ ✿ ۪ ٞ ּ 𝅄ᡃ. ۪ ࣪ 𖦹 ֑ ׂ ۪ ٞ ּ ໋ ݂ ﹢𓄹 ִ ׂ 𝅄 ꙳

you and viktor walked hand in hand through the big store, his other arm occupied by a few bags from other stores you visited.

“ oh, what about this one? ” you excitedly point to a flower decorated dress, the white cloth soft at touch, making you smile as you grabbed it and threw it to the small cart next to the both of you.

“ and this one! no- wait, that one! no, i know! ” viktor just, once again, smiles at you. the dress you were wearing moving like the waves of the ocean, making your silhouette more graceful as you walked to every section of the store that caught your attention, viktor following right behind you.

viktor was never a fan of shopping, it made him more confused than anything, but for you he was the biggest enthusiast. watching you choose every dress, skirt, top, blouse, sweater was almost like watching someone do a magic trick.

in his defense, he is so in love with you that everything you do seems amazing to him (who - almost - ended the world twice, traveled in time and had an alien for a father).

he is so in love with you that he took you shopping so you didn't think of him looking through your phone while you shower, asking you who the hell was 'alan' or... any other male contact that wasn't him.

he is so in love with you that he takes you to dinner, excusing him to the bathroom, moments later appearing to you with a bright smile as he grabs your soft hand to make you pay attention to his tenth declaration of love of the evening; behind you walks a beaten man, his bruised face now scared as he spots viktor, running out of the restaurant before you even acknowledge the surprised gasps of other people around you.

he is so in love with you that he gifted you beautiful white skirts so you can gush about it, looking through the bag, while he grabs some panties from your open drawer hiding them in the pocket of his pants.

he was just, so in love with you.

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ratcig

3 years ago

Seems like there is about to be a raid in Wet'suwet'en, despite the ongoing natural/climate disaster in BC they still have time and resources to make sure the CGL pipeline can be constructed

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ratcig

3 years ago

For one anon who asked for nsfw leon Kennedy with s/o who escaped.

I accidentally deleted your ask 😅 so this is for you

Tw: dubious consent, explicit content,not for kids, don't read if you're under 18!!!!!!!.

"what am going to do with you" leon chest was flush with y/n's back. "I just want to protect you" leon wanted to wait untill y/n had settled in before taking the final step, but you ran from him. So as an punishment he decided to evoke that adjustment period, if y/n refuses to see and accept the love he has for her. He had no choice but to force her too. But first y/n needed to clean up, she was covered in mud due to her escape into the wilderness, he led her to the bathroom. Upon turning on the shower head leon looked up expectantly. "Take off your clothes and get into the shower" "not in front of you". Leon sighed , he pulled your shirt up. "No!no!no!" Y/n fought with him to keep her shirt on. Leon picked up the girl and carried her into the shower. Holding her from behind. "Nothing to be shy about baby, com'on baby don't hide from me" he pulled off the rest of the girls clothes. Throwing them out of the shower, hitting the bathroom tile with an wet plop. Leon stripped naked pushing his naked body against her,so she could feel what she does to him. Y/ns face was burning red, eyes on the floor. Leon slides down y/ns bra strap, kissing where it once clung to her shoulder, doing the same with the other. He turned her around, large callused hands creeping up her back, stoping at an certain clasp. "Please, please don't" leon touched noses with her, staring lovingly into her eyes. "Shh. It's ok". Y/n's bra joined the rest of her clothing. Her hands quickly went up to cover her breasts, but leon caught them, using his police issued handcuffs , he secured them above the head, leaving her vulnerable to his love. Leon takes an step back to appreciate the scenery , whistling in that way men do when they see something they like. Y/n face burned with shame. Looking intensely into her eyes he groped her. Rubbing the hard tips with his thumbs. Leon chuckled in an deep affection way, "that feel's good, huh" y/n squealed unable to hold the sounds in. The water was now freezing, leon leaned down slightly to turn the water off, giving y/n the chance to stare through the crack of the shower curtain, twords the fogged up mirror. But was pulled from her trance by the shock of an hot wet mouth running along her exposed chest, squeaking when he started to suck. Y/n knew the basics of sex, but not much else, so she had no idea why he would want to do thanks, "why are you. " y/n's voice sounded so outraged and horrified , leon didn't have time to be shocked at her inexperience before laughing his ass off. "Why are you laughing" y/n said venomously. "You know nothing about sex don't you" " well, leon I was told enough about it to know it's not whatever the fuck this is!!!". "Your Innocence is cute,can't wait to see how you will react to all the fun new things I'll show you" leon rose up, and kissed the nape of y/n's neck. "I'll Teach you everything you need to know" leon then ran his tongue up her earlobe, before returning to that sweet spot on her neck, mouthing it. "Asshole" y/n bit, voice shaky from anticipation. At some point going "fuck it" and deciding to just loose herself in the stream of endorphins slow and sweet as honey. Picking up on her surrender, leon whisked her away to his bedroom, placing her gently onto the bed. He kissed her passionately, while rubbing himself on her soaked underwear. "Does it feel good" leon asked urgently, "um...yeah..?" He smiled mischievously, stopping momentarily only to pick up harder and faster. "Arnghh" he smiled at the cute noises the girl made, holding her down as she squirmed underneath him. Her moans and pant increasing in volume and frequency. ," Done this before?" "No....sorry" leon stoped and patted her on the head. "Nothing to be sorry about, how do you finish off ?" Y/n blushed at his crassness " how would I know, never done anything close to this" leon looked at the girl shocked "you've never.." "yeah.." y/n interrupted. "It's ok, I'll take care of you baby". Leon kissed his way down her stomach, pulling the waistband of her underwear with his teeth. "Your so wet, and smell so good" leon

ripped her underwear in two "I bet you taste good too..". Y/n thought she was ready for it, but now that the reality of the situation is slapping her in the face, she was scared. "No!no!no!" She tried to push his face away, but that resulted in him spreading her thighs further, and pushing her legs up. Folding her in half, only exposing her more. He buried his face in her. Each stroke of his tongue melting her."what am going to do with you" leon chest was flush with y/n's back. "I just want to protect you" leon wanted to wait untill y/n had settled in before taking the final step, but you ran from him. So as an punishment he decided to evoke that adjustment period, if y/n refuses to see and accept the love he has for her. He had no choice but to force her too. But first y/n needed to clean up, she was covered in mud due to her escape into the wilderness, he led her to the bathroom. Upon turning on the shower head leon looked up expectantly. "Take off your clothes and get into the shower" "not in front of you". Leon sighed , he pulled your shirt up. "No!no!no!" Y/n fought with him to keep her shirt on. Leon picked up the girl and carried her into the shower. Holding her from behind. "Nothing to be shy about baby, com'on baby don't hide from me" he pulled off the rest of the girls clothes. Throwing them out of the shower, hitting the bathroom tile with an wet plop. Leon stripped naked pushing his naked body against her,so she could feel what she does to him. Y/ns face was burning red, eyes on the floor. Leon slides down y/ns bra strap, kissing where it once clung to her shoulder, doing the same with the other. He turned her around, large callused hands creeping up her back, stoping at an certain clasp. "Please, please don't" leon touched noses with her, staring lovingly into her eyes. "Shh. It's ok". Y/n's bra joined the rest of her clothing. Her hands quickly went up to cover her breasts, but leon caught them, using his police issued handcuffs , he secured them above the head, leaving her vulnerable to his love. Leon takes an step back to appreciate the scenery , whistling in that way men do when they see something they like. Y/n face burned with shame. Looking intensely into her eyes he groped her. Rubbing the hard tips with his thumbs. Leon chuckled in an deep affection way, "that feel's good, huh" y/n squealed unable to hold the sounds in. The water was now freezing, leon leaned down slightly to turn the water off, giving y/n the chance to stare through the crack of the shower curtain, twords the fogged up mirror. But was pulled from her trance by the shock of an hot wet mouth running along her exposed chest, squeaking when he started to suck. Y/n knew the basics of sex, but not much else, so she had no idea why he would want to do thanks, "why are you. " y/n's voice sounded so outraged and horrified , leon didn't have time to be shocked at her inexperience before laughing his ass off. "Why are you laughing" y/n said venomously. "You know nothing about sex don't you" " well, leon I was told enough about it to know it's not whatever the fuck this is!!!". "Your Innocence is cute,can't wait to see how you will react to all the fun new things I'll show you" leon rose up, and kissed the nape of y/n's neck. "I'll Teach you everything you need to know" leon then ran his tongue up her earlobe, before returning to that sweet spot on her neck, mouthing it. "Asshole" y/n bit, voice shaky from anticipation. At some point going "fuck it" and deciding to just loose herself in the stream of endorphins slow and sweet as honey. Picking up on her surrender, leon whisked her away to his bedroom, placing her gently onto the bed. He kissed her passionately, while rubbing himself on her soaked underwear. "Does it feel good" leon asked urgently, "um...yeah..?" He smiled mischievously, stopping momentarily only to pick up harder and faster. "Arnghh" he smiled at the cute noises the girl made, holding her down as she squirmed underneath him. Her moans and pant increasing in volume and frequency. ," Done this before?" "No....sorry" leon

stopped and patted her on the head. "Nothing to be sorry about, how do you finish off ?" Y/n blushed at his crassness " how would I know, never done anything close to this" leon looked at the girl shocked "you've never.." "yeah.." y/n interrupted. "It's ok, I'll take care of you baby". Leon kissed his way down her stomach, pulling the waistband of her underwear with his teeth. "Your so wet, and smell so good" leon ripped her underwear in two "I bet you taste good too..". Y/n thought she was ready for it, but now that the reality of the situation is slapping her in the face, she was scared. "No!no!no!" She tried to push his face away, but that resulted in him spreading her thighs further, and pushing her legs up. Folding her in half, only exposing her more. He buried his face in her. Each stroke of his tongue melting her. "So sweet baby girl" leon said pausing for an minute before lapping at her like a man starved. And then stopping when she was close. Now between her legs he placed his dick on her stomach. "Look at how you make me feel" y/n obliged , it was painfully red and hard. Folding her in half, he finally entered her. Y/n moaned at how full she felt, shrieking when he hit that spot inside of her. He stopped and chuckled , giving her an mischievous look, telling her exactly what he planned. "No, no it's to much" y/n plead, but leon just pulled her body flush with his, catching her lips in a kiss, and then completely abused the spot. She passed out after 2 rounds. Leon cuddled her unconscious body, holding it protectively as he kissed her ear, pulling out something from under his bed. He clamped it on her ear, y/n woke up," what the fuck was that" leon chuckled before releasing her poor ear from it's jaws. "An microchip"

God this is so embarrassing , I hope you guys like it .