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Friends with Benefits
Summary: You and Leon were both friends, nothing less and definitely nothing more. The comfortable dynamic evolves, and Leon finds his thoughts on things changing, and his needs shifting. Maybe for the worse. He just needed his sweet girl, just this once. Pairing: Leon s. Kennedy x Fem!Reader
Word count: 1.4k
Content warnings: MDNI! Softcore somno, Self-guilt turned self-gaslighting-and-justification, no explicit NSFW, pinning, fluff if you squint, also dubcon if you squint
Moments as tender as these were rare and few between. Thick arms wrapped protectively around your waist with your back pressed flush against his chest, Leon’s attention hyper focused on the way your chest rose and fell so softly. He kept his breathing quiet, basically silent as he felt himself grow dizzy with want, the smell of your shampoo being the only thing he could smell, the shy bit of skin at your waist from your shirt riding up the only thing he could feel. By god, he wanted to plant his lips on your neck and stake his claim, mar your barren neck with pretty bruises and feel you squirm.
Fuck, he needed help. The two of you had only started getting closer as of late. Always knew each other as friends, but that line started to blur when Leon found himself in the thick of being no better than the government’s bitch, while you were still in university with your life revolving around the next exam paper that never fails to knock down your ego twenty notches. Neither of you had talked about this arrangement, just fell into a comfortable shift in pattern of hanging out at each other’s places, having meals together and cuddling together. It was like friends with benefits, except the benefits excluded any sexual welfare. Leon before the Raccoon City incident would’ve whined and demanded compensation for his poor, aching blue balls, but the current government’s lapdog Leon was just grateful to have someone to hold, even if they weren’t anything more than questionable friends. That’s what he told himself, at least. That he was lucky to have you, his sweet girl. Friend. His sweet, girl-friend. Always doing your best to cheer him up, take his mind off work, even help him unwind by surprising him with the occasional home cooked meals and movie nights with fuzzy socks and popcorn. So when his thoughts start to shift, he finds himself struggling to grapple against the wagering war within him. Suddenly, movie nights didn’t feel so platonic when all he could focus on is how soft your breasts felt, all pressed against biceps when you were hugging it, and how good it would feel having you sat prettily on his lap while he clung onto your waist and let his hand crawl lower. The sudden spur of thought went straight to his dick, and he thought he forgot how to breathe for a moment. The popcorn felt too sweet now, like it was going to pull his teeth right out, and the room felt too warm, like his brain was going to melt out of his ears.
That was just the start of it. Nothing was the same after that. Everything you usually did from then would have Junior at full attention. Eating something? He bet your lips would feel real nice wrapped around his dick. Crouched down to pick something up? He knows you’d look real cute when he surprises you with his bulge in your face as you stand up. Blinked up at him while you’re asking him whether he wants anything from near your university? Had to physically stop himself from bending down a lil and slamming his lips into yours, hands around your back to stop you from escaping. Point is, he was but a man at the end of the day, and his male needs finally decided to make itself unavoidable. He found himself plagued by an incessant want, so much so that he considered maybe getting neutered wouldn’t be too bad. The guilt festered and ate at him. Made him more irritable at work, forced him to milk himself at least once a day now whenever you weren’t around. He wanted to hate you for worming your way into his mind and making yourself home there like a god damn parasite, but he couldn’t. You, his sweet girl who always had his best intentions in mind, always so sweet towards everyone, even make it a point to stop by every cat to give it a pat and move snails off pavements and onto grass patches. But he could only resist so much. How do you expect him not to let himself go just a little bit when you’re all cuddled up against his chest, ass unconsciously pressed against his bricked up boner, and back hunched to make yourself seem that much smaller. Leon had to bite his lips to keep himself from groaning and bucking his hips up against you when his thumb rubbed little circles into the soft flesh of your waist. He silently prayed for forgiveness when his hand climbed higher, slowly trailing the soft skin beneath his rough finger pads, his breath shuddering when he reached the upslope curve of your breast. It wasn’t too late to back out. He could pull his hand out, pull your shirt down, and try to sleep with a raging hard on. Not the most practical of choices, but the option was there all the same. He swallowed thickly, mind reeling as he really, really thought this through. The guilt was growing, building up like a pressure cooker and ready to pop at any moment. He was pretty sure if he thought about this hard enough, he could throw up from how awful he felt. He was an upstanding, law abiding citizen with a strong sense of justice and moral compass. His entire upbringing revolved around taking care of others and protecting the innocent. What was he doing? You whined softly in your sleep, nose scrunching as your shifted back a little more, the plump of your ass rubbing against his dick through the thin home-wear boxers. He deserved to be a little selfish. You wouldn’t even know! It just a few light brushes, just so he could say he’s felt the touch of a woman recently. Just so he has something to rewind over and over again in his head when he rubs himself off again the next day, and every other day following that. This doesn’t change him, he still orients himself entirely around other people and protecting the vulnerable. He would protect you, keep you happy and fed, treat you so so well. A new resolve blossomed in him, inhibitions temporarily locked in a safe and thrown into deep waters as his hand climbed further up. His head spun, his mouth falling open when the pad of his finger brushed against your nipple, earning him a soft noise from your slumbering figure. Oh, his sweet little girl’s so sensitive, aren’t you? He knew he was done for the moment he felt your nipples pebble under his touch, the way you whimpered shooting straight to his leaking dick.
This was unfair. It was so, fucking unfair that he had been blessed with such a cute sweetheart, yet they weren’t together yet despite almost living together. He wanted to cry, why couldn’t something good happen in his life. You. You were good. Why couldn’t you happen to him? His other hand slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers, smearing the precum across his slit before using what he could to rub the mushroom tip. He was certain your hands would feel so much better, so much softer, if he could just. With shaky hands, he gently guided your soft one over his dick, small palms cupping the hot and heavy weight through the boxers, and he swore he almost came right there and then. Swallowing down his own whimpers, he held his hand over yours, gently squeezing his length, rubbing softly as his hips bucked up into your hands. His dick twitched, jumping excitedly as he felt himself tear up from the intensity of it all. He was getting choked up, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried so hard not to pant and groan into your ear. He felt himself tipping. On the crest of his orgasm, he let your hand fall from his dick, pulling away and scrambling back so he had room to spear his dick into his rough hands. He had to bite down on the collar of his shirt, and even then, that couldn’t fully muffle his cries when he spilled out and onto his hands, his thighs shaking and dick spasming in his hold as he wrung himself dry. He was certain he had died for a second and met god himself when his vision went white and all the air was robbed out of his lungs, his ears ringing and head dizzy as he let himself slump forward to rest his head against the mattress while he heaved for air. Gingerly pulling his hand out of his boxers, both of which sticky with his cum, he slowly raised his head to look to you, still sleeping with your back towards him. He let out a soft breath, letting the daze of his orgasm subside. This was the first and last time, he told himself. Never again, he thought, as he weakly stumbled into the bathroom with buckling knees to clean himself up.
Just the tip
Pairings: R4! Leon X Fem! Reader
Summary: You asked him for just the tip, and that's exactly what he's going to give to you.
Wc: 2.4k
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, soft! Dom Leon, pet names, dirty talk, multiple orgasms.
An: I found this draft sitting here, so yeah, I'm posting it XD. My finals are next week, so I can't wait to be free and write more😭😭
"Just the tip, you say?" Leon asked quietly, not stopping shoving his fingers into your cunt for a second.
You were so wet, you'd even lost count of how many times he'd made you come that night. All he could hear from you were babbles that made no sense at all, or the whimpers you let out every time he viciously pulled your clit up.
"Mhm-mhm..." You murmured at his question, nodding.
You were so hot, so turned on. Your mind went wild with every touch, you felt like rolling your eyes every time he hit that weak spot of yours so easily.
All he did was frown at your response, using his free hand to lift your chin and make you look at him.
As always, he had that sideways smile on his face, that dirty look that never failed to make you wetter.
"Use your words, pretty thing." He purrs, taking the opportunity to give you a quick peck on the lips.
"Y-yes. Just the tip." You whisper embarrassedly, biting your lips to keep your moans from getting even louder.
You were without a condom, completely unprepared for this situation, not least because you didn't imagine the night would end like this.
So maybe if he fucked you with just the tip, there wouldn't be much of a problem, right?
The next thing you heard was a low chuckle, and he buried his fingers in you once again, making you see stars with the spots he was hitting. Or how deep he could reach, which you couldn't even dream of doing on your own.
He did everything calculated, moving in and out, letting your juices make a mess with every thrust of his fingers, the wet, dirty noise mixing with the heavy breathing coming out of you, which by the way were the only sounds present in that room.
"So sweet for me, mhmm... So beautiful." Another one of Leon's whispers in your ear, which made your walls unconsciously tighten around his fingers, your eyes rolling in their sockets just from hearing the little praise.
You knew you were going to fall apart in his fingers once again, but what could you do? His lips glued to your neck, his teeth lightly nibbling at your skin. By then you knew you'd be full of love bites the next day, you bet.
And as if he simply wanted to finish you off at that moment, he lay down a little behind you, spooning you. Your ass hitting his prominent erection, the warmth of his body mixing with yours.
A sign almost enough to make you go over the edge, however, those weren't Leon's plans now.
That's because he withdrew his fingers from you, making a point of using one of his hands to pull your ass against his crotch, shamelessly pressing his erection into you.
The dirty whimper that comes out of your mouth is more than enough to make him grunt in your ear, this time starting to use his free hand to grab your breasts, grasping and squeezing them.
"Sweetie, are you going to cum again?" He was just teasing you, you could tell by the way he was humping your ass.
His hips moved non-stop, and he did it just to see your eyes roll back, your lips parted as you moaned his name again and again.
"A-ah... mhmm— Please." You begged, rubbing your clit against his knee, which was already between your legs.
He could say what you wanted, but maybe he could play with you a little longer. You could feel his muscles flexing behind you.
Or the way the veins on his arm were so prominent as he flicked your nipples between his fingers, making a point of pulling and pinching your nipples gently, yet firmly enough for you to shudder underneath him.
At the same moment your nails sank into his forearm, so deep that you could already see the red marks forming on his skin, marks he wouldn't mind covering.
Your voice becomes even more whimpery when you hear the sound of him undoing his belt, the skillful hand that never took long to remove his clothes, and yours too.
Then you hear him taking off his pants and underwear, causing his cock to simply stick out.
And it was so hard, flushed and swollen, as well as the delicious trail of pre-cum dripping from the tip of it.
Soon his cock was in your pussy lips, getting dirty with your fluids, as he moved back and forth, humping against you like a dog in heat.
You were just whimpering at this point, clutching your pillow as Leon pounded you from behind, and he occasionally rubbed the tip of his cock against your clit, making you go to heaven and hell at the same time. His pre-cum leaving a sticky line on your clit, basically almost gluing the two of you together.
"You're so fucking hot, don't tell me you're going to cum with just that." And there you went, as if that was all you needed to hear to cream on his cock.
Fresh cream coating his entire length, making him growl in your ear once again. His fingers gripped your hips tightly, leaving his mark there, you could already feel it.
"Good girl." He compliments you, giving your ass a playful smack, slowing down his movements, letting it be something more gentle and soft, which wasn't unusual coming from him.
However, that night he wanted to make an exception to the rule, he was going to give you what you asked for, and you asked for the tip.
And have no doubt, because that's exactly what he's going to give you.
He turned your body a little, lowering your hips so that he could put one of his legs on top of you, basically mounting you, you could feel his chest on your back.
"I want to see you cum again, yeah? Can you do that for me?" Even though he knew the answer to that question, he wanted to hear your sweet, sly voice telling him that you could do whatever he wanted.
He didn't waste much time pushing into you, but just his girth, just a little. But it was enough to stretch you, to make your walls wrap around his shaft, which, by the way, was already satisfying you so much.
You moaned, arching your hips towards him, feeling his body on yours even more.
"Mhm- Leon..." You called softly, looking up at him slyly, only to see him smile once again.
He was enjoying this as much as you were.
"Fuck, you're so tight. I haven't even put half of it in." A grunt in your ear, he wasn't angry, quite the opposite.
The fact that your pussy was so tight for him was simply a blessing in his eyes. How did you manage to fit him so well? The only plausible answer was that you were made for him.
Soon he began to pound into you, shallowly and slowly, but you couldn't help but hear the erotic moans coming from his lips, or the way the wet noises of him fucking your cunt filled your ears.
It was so filthy, so impure, if he was being honest, nothing compared to fucking you without a condom, it was fucking good.
You weren't helping him either, honestly. You were so wet, moaning and shaking under his body, what could he do?
Your hips moved up and down with each light thrust, each time his girth moved in and out of you.
You could tell how much he was controlling himself, or how much he wanted to lift your ass up, bury your face in the pillow and fuck you from behind.
God, he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to.
But fucking you like that, just with the tip, was just as good.
"Good? Mh?" He purrs, moving his lips down to meet your ears, licking and nibbling at the spot.
You just nod eagerly, biting your lip and looking at him with those sly eyes of yours, asking for the dirtiest things with just that innocent look.
"Look at you," He continues, his thumb finding your clit and then starting to make little circles. The firmness is more than enough to make you shiver and let out a loud squeal.
"Begging me to fuck you? Begging just like the needy little thing you are." He grunted loudly, thrusting deeper now, you could feel him in almost all at once.
All you did was whimper, clutching your pillow as he rammed into you relentlessly, and there was just a little bit left before he forgot to put in just the tip and started fucking you for real.
What could he do? You were pulling him in, your velvety walls inviting and nestling him so well, how could he say no?
"Leon—" You gasped, looking at him with glassy eyes, a sign that you were almost there once again.
Your hips bucking against his, without you even realizing it. Just as you didn't realize that you'd already creamed all over his cock, leaving no spot clean.
How dirty of you.
All he did was hold you down to prevent you from moving too much, he swears to God he couldn't hold his load if you kept squirming more than you already were.
And then you whimpered loudly, in an incredibly high-pitched way. And there you were again, wetting the sheets for who knows how many times.
White cream dripping off you, getting all over your thighs and Leon's cock in the process. He couldn't help himself, throwing his head back and grunting a loud 'fuck', eyes wide as he watched you cum for him.
And that, that was all it took for him to lose control.
"I'm going to give you what you want, sweetheart." Words that sounded so sweet, completely different from the action he was about to take.
Soon he was turning you over in bed, making you lie on your stomach, your face buried in the pillow as he lifted your hips, holding on tightly to your sides.
The image was so dirty, so impure. He could cum just looking at you.
Unkempt, messy, trembling and whimpering beneath him. Your needy little hole leaking all your fluids, making you even wetter, and that was so tempting.
"I'm going to fuck you the way you want, isn't that what you want, mh?" He asked softly, taking advantage of the moment to spread your ass cheeks with his broad palms, holding on with a firmness that made you almost go crazy.
In one swift movement he pressed into you, without any effort he was completely buried in you, cock buried so deep that you could feel every inch of it, every vein pulsing. Each and every centimeter.
The stretching he did on you that every time you couldn't help but roll your eyes and bite your lip to prevent a moan slipping out.
Once again he let his head fall back, his blond strands sticking to his forehead, his lips open wide, leaving room for the dirtiest, most erotic grunts to escape.
He was so comfortable, so nestled into you. And it only got better when he started slamming into you, hard and deep, you could feel his heavy balls slapping against you.
You were so wet, your cunt so wet and tight that he could hardly contain himself, you were simply juicing his cock with every sharp thrust he gave you, to the point where there was a white ring at the base of his cock.
His fingers sinking into your flesh, gripping your sides so tightly that you could feel the marks that would be left there. All you could do was clutch the covers with your trembling hands, muffling your sounds in your pillow.
It was so good, the feeling of fucking you raw like that was irresistible, feeling your pussy tightening and clenching around him, your warmth and the way you were so tight.
Or even your trembling moans, the way his name came out of your lips in such a sly, sloppy way, just to match the mess you were in.
And as soon as he started pounding into you even harder, he couldn't help himself, your body arching, your toes curling and the words disappearing from your mouth. You clenched tightly around him, all your fluids gushing out at once.
That was it, it was over for him right there, just watching you milk his cock right then was all he needed to come inside you.
"Fuck-fuck," was the loud grunt he let out, closing his eyes at the erotic image in front of him. One he wouldn't soon forget.
He didn't have time to pull out of you, your hot, tight pussy wouldn't let him go anywhere.
So that was it, he couldn't stop his hips before his cum spurted into you, he just gave up on anything else when he felt his hot liquid filling you.
Hot white cum leaking out of your dripping hole, your juices mixing with his. The curses coming out of his mouth as he watched the situation were nothing like the scene that was right in front of him.
That was the first time he came inside, but he can bet it won't be the last.
Baby I’ll treat u right I’ll still be your mutual when our shared hyperfixations change
do u accept request.. if so i think it would be funny if u drew weezer with different lucio skins
probably the best thing anyones ever requested me to draw in a long while
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last words
Spinner's name means "someone/something who spins". In the original Japanese, his name is just the romanization of the English word 'spinner' - 「スピナー」 (supinaa).
When characters in the manga define it, they often use 「紡ぐ者」 (tsumugumono) lit. 'a person who spins'. 「紡」 is the key character here, meaning spin, in the way one spins yarn, or spins a story.
Spinner deliberately choose this name because he wanted to 'spin' Stain's dream into reality.
Later, when he abandons following Stain to follow Shigaraki, All For One takes notes of his meaning of his name, to tell him that he'll be helping Shigaraki to 'spin' his goal [into reality]. (Viz translates this as "support Shigaraki Tomura in his crusade and do justice to your name... as one who spins this tale.")
This is appropriate, because during and since the MVA arc, Spinner has been doing everything he can to support Shigaraki's dream of destruction - to achieve their goal of 'that beautiful horizon'. Throughout the third act, Spinner's still trying to spin that dream into being.
And it is their goal - it was Shigaraki who first talked about the 'horizon' in his speech to Ujiko, the speech that affected Spinner so much he started down the path of devotion to Shigaraki; so that Spinner would be the only one out of everyone in the League to see Shigaraki's horizon in Deika (the prettiest thing he has ever seen). Somehow, Shigaraki figures this out, so that much later, when Shigaraki is preparing to decay Mt. Fuji, he dedicates this destruction to Spinner - to "build the horizon... that Spinner's been looking forward to."
But-- Shigaraki fails. Deku stops him, and Shigaraki seemingly dies. He dies without having built that horizon, without having destroying anything.
In Shigaraki's final moments, Deku tells him, "I wanted to stop you. I wanted you to stop yourself. To keep that grief and misery from spreading any further."
In Japanese, when Deku talks about this 'cycle of sadness', he says he wants it to 'stop spinning' - 「紡がれない」 (tsumugarenai). His line uses the same character meaning 'spin' as the one I talked about above - 「紡」
lit. 'so the sadness won't spin'
Shigaraki listens to Deku's words, and after a moment, says to him:
"If Spinner is alive... tell him Shigaraki Tomura fought to destroy to the bitter end."
I thought before and still think it's Shigaraki leaving some words of comfort for Spinner. He failed to destroy everything, failed to succeed in reaching his goal (which is Spinner's goal, because it's Shigaraki's goal, because it's the goal Shigaraki made for the League); but he did try his hardest. He died trying to achieve their horizon, because until the very end, he was keeping their promise as best as he could.
Maybe, it's also: don't worry about the failure; all the way until the end of his life, Shigaraki Tomura got to chase after his dream, their dream.
Maybe even, when taking all of the context from above and putting it into these last words of Shigaraki's: but it's stopped. Thus, Spinner doesn't have to spin for him anymore. The sadness has stopped spinning. Maybe: If Spinner stops on his own, Heroes won't have to stop him. If he's still alive, he can stay alive.
And see, the Shigaraki that says these words is the 'same' Shigaraki as the one in Spinner's memories of the two of them talking about games together. You can tell by the visuals:
In the panel right before Shigaraki tells Deku to deliver a message, the lock of hair on Shigaraki's face falls below his nose; and the locks of hair that frames his face falls below his chin.
But in the panel where he gives those very last words, he's wearing a black shirt. His lock of hair on his face does not reach past his nose. The locks of hair framing his face ends at the level of his mouth.
So this is the Shigaraki from Spinner's memories of them being just two gamers. This is the moment they weren't Villains or boss and subordinate; they were just two guys, close in age, (getting along better than Spinner thought, bonding over games and stuff), being friends.
Shigaraki is giving his last words as Spinner's friend; and they are to tell him, i kept our promise. i chased our dream.
mha ultra stage - 3rd musical, the cast:
Tasuku Yoshioka as Mr. Compress
Tanabe Ken as Magne
Kawashima Tatsuki as Spinner
A reminder that Spinner canonically compares himself to Dabi and feels inferior to the rest of the League of Villains.
Part of the reason he allowed AFO to manipulate him is because he wanted to be reliable, as in he wanted to be stronger to be of use to Tomura. So again, he's canonically kinda jealous not only of Dabi's quirk, but of him as a person.
Help a Family in Need
I am reaching out on behalf of my dear friend, Mohamad S., who is facing one of the most challenging times of his life. Mohamad is 37 years old and left his homeland in 2015 in search of a safer and better future. He’s a kind, hardworking man, and his small family has always been his greatest priority.
Living abroad, Mohamad has recently endured unimaginable loss and financial strain. Amidst the ongoing conflict in his homeland, his mother passed away, leaving behind his sister and her five young children—the last remaining members of his immediate family.
As the situation worsened, Mohamad managed to help his sister and her children escape to safety in Egypt, covering their immediate needs and securing a temporary refuge for them. Since then, he has been fully responsible for providing everything they need to survive during this transition.
In his efforts to support his family and cope with this devastating loss, Mohamad has found himself deeply in debt. To make matters even more difficult, he recently underwent knee surgery, which limits his ability to return to work for the foreseeable future. This has made it even harder for him to manage his financial responsibilities and the pressing need to provide his family with a stable future.
Mohamad is now working to bring his sister and her five children to join him in Belgium, where he hopes they can find stability and opportunity after all they’ve endured. This transition, however, requires significant resources that he is currently unable to meet alone.
For privacy reasons, we are not sharing Mohamad’s full name, as he has chosen to keep his identity discreet. While he initially refused the idea of asking for help, I couldn’t stand by and watch him struggle alone. I insisted on doing this for him because he deserves a chance to overcome these challenges.
Your contribution will help Mohamad repay the debt incurred during this difficult time, cover ongoing living expenses for his family, and assist with the costs involved in bringing them safely to Belgium.
Mohamad has been a good friend of mine for years, and I’ve always admired his resilience and generosity. Any support, no matter the size, will make an incredible difference in helping Mohamad and his family rebuild their lives after these painful experiences.
Thank you for reading his story and considering helping a man who has always done everything he can for his loved ones.
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