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just-that-celestial-mage · 8 months

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𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗙𝗨𝗟

summary. three months. that’s how long it takes before gojo poses a problem. | wc. 1.8k+

cw/ tw. fem!reader, nanny reader (he's your boss), gojo's kid is an oc, domesticity, pet names (ex. sweetheart, baby), feral behavior, intended for 18+ readers

an. the ad said 'nanny wanted,' but reader didn't know he was looking for a little wife instead v_v, also mildly self-ship coded, comments and reblogs are appreciated ༉‧₊˚.

You sometimes wistfully imagine having a family of your own—a soft and sweet little bundle to cuddle and someone strong and capable, competent, at your side. But you can’t think of the last time you’ve been on a date where that person had the same interest in something more serious than casually sleeping around.

Nannying seemed like the natural conclusion, especially when you’re still settling in a new city and barely scraping by for rent and student loans for a degree you don’t use.

You pick up a few jobs just to get a feel for it: parents going away for a honeymoon, a last-minute call-in, a weekend business trip. Then a friend of a friend says she makes enough to afford one of those picturesque apartments that overlook tall high-rises and iridescent lights, the very ones you’ve dog-eared in real-estate magazines.

All it takes are a few phone calls and an interview until you’re packing up your apartment and taking the freeway outside of the city to somewhere remote and expensive, your car looking almost out of place parked beside the shiny new one in the long driveway.

You rap on the front door before you lose your nerve, and a few moments later, it opens, and you’re unsure who looks more out of place: this man with a smile too big, dressed for work, immaculate suit dampened by the baby rag slung over his shoulder and what looks like drool on his crisp collar, or you in your scuffed shoes and second-hand store clothes, standing in front of the nicest house you’ve ever seen.

“The nanny?”

“Yes,” you mutter, licking your lips. “That’s me.”

“Good, Ren just woke up from his nap,” he opens the door a little wider with a creak, the darkness behind him almost comforting.

You take a deep breath and pass over the threshold into his home.

The entire time, his hand stays on the small of your back to steer you toward the nursery, and a shiver threatens up the length of your spine.

Three months. That’s how long it takes before your boss poses a problem.

It’s not that he’s a terrible boss; in fact, he’s quite the opposite. He lets you take over one of the many spare rooms in his massive house, pays you double the regular rate, and gives you time off when you ask for it.

It also helps that Ren is cute, only a year old, and still so sweet and tiny.

Perfect.

The problem lies in that you know what he sounds like first thing in the morning, that he knows how you like your coffee, that he helps you fold laundry in the living room while the baby naps, how you catch him staring anytime you hold his son—his expression shuttered, a foreign thing that you can’t read. It’s all so terribly domestic.

Terrible because you think it’s a horrible idea to develop a crush on your boss, that you can’t help but get flustered anytime he so much as looks your way, even if it’s fleeting. How a sleepy smile before he retires to his room for the night can turn your thoughts into a scattered, ill-defined mess of what they used to be until all that’s left are words like spun sugar melting on your tongue.

But also, it’s not normal, at least not from your experience.

You were lucky in the past if your employer even wanted to know about their kid’s day. Barely saying hello once they walk through the front door before sending money to your bank account.

Satoru—because that’s what he asked you to call him one afternoon while you were in the middle of feeding Ren mashed banana, a lazy smile curling the edges of his lips after you say it for the first time—wants to know everything: what Ren ate, if he laughed, how your day was, if you finally got your hands on that book you’ve been meaning to buy.

“You don’t have to ask about my day,” you tell him shyly, accepting the glass of wine he proffers you after spending the past hour trying to put a teething baby to bed. “To make me feel better, that is.”

“Would it be so bad if I said I want to? You live here, too.”

You try to separate the two: that he cares as your employer and not for any other reason besides that.

That's what you tell yourself when cool fingers cup your chin gently—thumb caressing the top of your cheek, now close enough that you catch the warm notes of his cologne and see the light blue flecks in his eyes—it's probably very inappropriate for a boss and an employee to be standing like this in the middle of his kitchen.

“I never say anything I don’t mean.”

You swallow, nodding, slightly shaky, breath caught in your chest. “Okay.”

“Good girl.” He retreats to his office before witnessing how those two words knock the wind out of you.

He starts saying things like our shopping list, our car—because he gave you the keys to the SUV parked beside his car and hasn’t touched it since; for you and the baby, he said, plus it’s terrible on gas when I drive it to work—our house, our baby. You don’t think he means to do it; more of an easy slip in conversation.

But then, one morning, he’s rushing around the kitchen, hair still damp and smelling like his shampoo, as he grabs his coffee and briefcase from the counter, kissing Ren’s forehead first…and then yours.

You’re half convinced that you imagined it—that his lips hadn’t stayed there for a second longer than necessary—until he straightens his tie and heads out for the day with a ‘be good’ tossed over his shoulder, and you’re left wondering if he meant to say that to you or Ren.

It sets off a chain reaction of thoughts whirling away in your head, leaves you wanting and wondering—only ever allowing yourself to fantasize a little when the house is quiet and dark, the baby monitor humming on your nightstand, and images of your boss flit behind closed eyelids as you fit your hand underneath your soft sleep shorts.

In the morning, you worry he can tell what you did, his smile almost too sharp, too something—more teasing than what you’re used to—his hand resting on your lower back as he leans down to kiss Ren’s chubby cheek while you make breakfast.

“I have a meeting this afternoon, so I’ll be late. Want me to pick up some food on the way home?”

No, you think, there’s no way he knows.

You spend most of the morning cleaning and folding the array of graphic onesies Satoru has a penchant for dressing Ren in, and the later half walking around the pool because it’s warm and Ren enjoys splashing around in the water. It’s enough to tucker him out for bed early, hardly able to keep his eyes open while eating a plate of mashed potatoes.

It’s also the first time in weeks that you have the night to yourself, no baby keeping you busy, no Satoru to—well.

After a long shower, you step out of the bathroom, moving into the hallway. And there are many reasons why you felt confident walking the few steps it takes to reach your bedroom. Most of them revolve around what Satoru told you that morning, so you don’t expect him to be standing there, shirtsleeves rolled up, piercing gaze sliding down the length of you wrapped in a towel and little else.

“I brought home those drunken noodles you like,” he says once his eyes focus back on your face, his whole expression softening into a smile.

A beat. “Thank you,” you whisper, unable to look away.

He tucks the wet strands of hair clinging to your cheek behind your ear. “Why don’t you get dressed, and I’ll join you downstairs?”

The noise in your brain goes static.

You’re unsure what causes it, but everything changes when he comes home early one afternoon and finds you and the baby napping in the nursery. He has this soft look on his face and something else you can’t decipher, eyes settled firmly on you.

Ren coos softly into your shoulder.

When Satoru picks him up and settles him in the crib, then walks you to your room—here, let me help you—and when he hovers in your doorway, you let him in without question.

He doesn’t waste any time peeling off your clothes, eager to have you naked and splayed out underneath him. You cum on his tongue more times than you can count until you’re silently begging him to fuck you.

He laughs, large hands spread over your tummy.

“Use your words, baby. I’m not a mind reader.”

You feel like you’re someone else watching you from the outside, another body rocking against the length of your boss’s cock, back arching every time you manage to find the friction you need. He’s hard against your back, thick in a way that makes you wonder if he did enough to stretch you out.

“I-I want—”

All other thoughts are obliterated by the stretch and press of him against your cunt.

“Think I’m going to keep you,” he rasps, lips dragging over your throat. “Keep this drippy little cunt spread open on my desk whenever I want while the baby naps. Would you like that? For me to fuck you full until you give me a baby.”

You clench, nerves shot.

“Gonna get all round with my baby, stay here forever,” he mumbles when he draws away, and you can’t tell if the words are meant for you to hear or slip out without him realizing. “Fuck—breed my little wife until it takes—”

Your eyes roll up, lost in the little promises he paints across your skin, body shivering over and over until you’re sobbing from it until he has to clamp a hand down over your mouth—shh, you’re going to wake the baby—going limp when he finally cums, pressing as deep as your body will allow, as if he can somehow imprint himself there.

Wonders if maybe he’s been building up to this moment all along.

It’s so easy to lay there after, blissed out while he litters kisses across your face and collarbones, letting him lift your hips up to slide a pillow underneath, even though the position is awkward when he tries to cuddle you afterward.

His fingers draw shapes on your stomach, giving you a wistful look, like he can’t believe he’s laying here with his cum still dripping between your thighs—no matter how many times he scoops it up and pushes it back inside you. “Do you think it’ll take?”

And you don’t have the heart to tell him about the little foil packet of pills tucked away in your nightstand.

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just-that-celestial-mage · 8 months

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daddy’s girl

⋮ pairing :: stepdad!toji x f!reader

⋮ content warning :: DARK CONTENT AHEAD. somnophilia, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, degradation (slut), stepcest, age gap, use of ‘daddy’, creampie

⋮ word count :: 1.4k

⋮ notes :: toji is hot and i caved. that man can ruin me. wrote this for my friend! <3

Do you rub your thighs together every time you catch a glimpse of Toji’s bare body in the morning? Do you feel the overwhelming urge to pounce on him each time your gaze manages to fall to the outline of his dick against his sweatpants? Do you touch yourself to the thought of him sinking himself into you each night?

Toji smirks thinking of it—because he knows you do.

Tonight is perfect.

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just-that-celestial-mage · 9 months

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puppy love

ʚ puppyboy!leon kennedy x reader

ʚ word count: 2.1k

ʚ content warnings: fem reader. hybrids. no plot. scent kink. heavy dumbification. breeding kink. ruts. panty stealing + sniffing. implied 'virgin' leon. slight degradation (leon is called bad dog). reader wears a skirt. overstim. marking. praise kink. oral (f). crotch sniffing. masturbation (m). cum fucking. mentions of pregnancy. leon speaks in broken sentences.

minors do not interact

the last thing you expected to own was a puppyboy.

it was by pure coincidence that you had stumbled on him. he was a sad sight: huddled and shivering behind the dumpster in the alley next to your apartment. yeah, you didn’t want to own a pet, but could you really leave a stray out in the cold like that? so you took him in—‘leon,’ the name on his collar read—bathed, fed him, and gave him a place to sleep.

you showed him a kindness he's never experienced before; cold rain and hard surfaces are all he’s known his whole life, but you’re different. you’re warm and soft and sweet—everything he imagined the perfect owner to be.

so it’s no surprise how quickly he grew to love you. a lot.

but sometimes, he wishes he wasn’t so obsessed with you.

because it'll be hours before you're home again, away at something called 'work,' before he can hug and lick and kiss you. the thought of waiting that long makes the hairs on the back of his neck prickle.

leon lets out a sad whine for only the empty apartment to hear. he misses you.

some comfort is all he needs right now. he pads over to your room, where your scent is the strongest, and climbs on the bed to bury himself into your pillow. the smell of your shampoo fills his nose as he sniffs all over the fabric before digging his face in it, trying to drown in your scent and pretend it's you. for a moment, it works. he imagines burying his face in your tits like this, imagines you scratching behind his ears and calling him a good boy in that sweet voice of yours. his tail wags at the thought.

but... it's not enough. he grows restless—the pillow isn't warm. it doesn't pet his hair or kiss his forehead or tell him he's a good boy. it's not you.

another frustrated whine. he sits up, tail thumping on the bed, unsure of what to do. he needs more. something that will satiate him for the next few long hours without you. nose hiked in the air, he sniffs around the room before catching a whiff of your scent coming from your closet. and then he sees it: your laundry hamper.

he feels no shame rifling through the dirty clothes nose-first. there's nothing wrong with missing you, with wanting to be comforted, right? it’s innocent enough—him sniffing out whatever article of clothing it is that smells the most like you and pulling it out with his teeth:

a pair of panties.

he carefully tucks them in his mouth and goes back over to your bed, settling down on your side again. he sniffs at it and something stirs in his tummy, but he’s not quite sure what it is. the fabric is thick with that sweet, heady scent, unmistakably yours. this is just what he needed. it smells so good, exactly like you and that spot between your legs.

leon takes another inhale and lets out a low whine, that feeling in his tummy stirring again, but stronger this time. it’s an unfamiliar ache. a dull heat that pools between his legs and leaves him dizzy the further he digs his face into your underwear. he’s not entirely sure why he lolls out his tongue and licks at the fabric, but the taste of you only makes the ache burn hotter. it triggers something; a throb so strong that it nearly makes him yelp.

he looks down at his body, to where it's hot and aching the most—his cock. fully erect, stiff and drooling against his abdomen, tip flushed a bright red. he whimpers sadly at the sight. it’s starting to border on painful but he's not sure what to do about it. he squeezes his eyes shut and tries to think about you.

with an experimental roll of his hips, leon lets his cock brush onto the mattress. he’s completely unprepared for the rush of pleasure it brings, making his body grow taut, back arched and tail stiffening. a shiver runs through him. it feels… good. he does it again, harder, this time letting out an unabashedly loud moan.

soon he's rutting himself on the bed while he slobbers and drools all over your panties. all he can think about is licking you like this, laving his tongue in that spot between your legs. the thought sends another hot pulse straight to his cock and him into a frenzy, hips are a blur as he licks at the crotch of the fabric, moaning over and over and over. he can’t stop. he's so far gone, lost in this new addictive pleasure that he doesn't even hear the click of the front door opening.

you frown. normally leon's greeting you with licks and hugs the moment you step foot through the front door, but your pup is nowhere to be seen today.

the apartment is small, and all it takes is a quick glance for you to see he's not in the living or dining room. the bedroom is the last place to check—and that's where you find your puppyboy sprawled on the bed face-first in a pair of your panties, letting out high-pitched cries as he humps the mattress fervently, too busy chasing his high to notice you're even here.

the sudden touch of your hand to his hair breaks him out of his trance. his dumb pup brain is so muddled with lust it takes him a few seconds to realize it’s you—you’re here, real, stroking his ears and smiling at him, and it's not just his imagination. immediately he pounces on you, wrapping you in a tight hug that knocks you back onto the bed.

his tail wags furiously as he smushes his face into you. "missed you. p-please, need you," he mumbles.

he's never felt this way before. feverish, sensitive to the point that he's uncomfortable in his own skin. consumed by some sort of need, an insatiable heat that gnaws at his chest and threatens to swallow him whole if he doesn't do something about it.

your touch comforts him briefly—the kiss to his sweaty forehead and your hands on his back allow him to relax a little. "my poor baby. puppy just wanted to taste me, hm?" you ask, looking over to your now chewed-up panties crumpled on the far side of the bed.

a low whimper is all he can respond with. part of him feels ashamed for what he did, for accidentally ruining some of your clothing. and maybe if his brain wasn't so dizzy with need right now he'd think about the consequences of his actions and apologize. but instead what comes out is, "please... c-can i?"

your voice is sweet but your words are not. "i dunno, leon. you're a bad dog, ruining my underwear like that."

you practically watch his heart break in those wide, innocent eyes of his. "n-no, please, 'm a good boy, 'm your good boy..." he cries, clutching you tighter. a bad dog? the reprimand hurts worse than any other punishment possibly could.

"then why don't you prove it, baby?" you spread your thighs apart and that's all the direction leon needs.

he wastes no time shoving his face beneath your skirt and bringing himself face-to-face with your still-clothed cunt and inhaling. your pillow, your panties—neither of them even compare to the source, or give him the same rush of pleasure that dragging his tongue up your labia does. he curls your panties to the side with a finger, giving him enough access so that he can slurp at your slick just like he imagined earlier.

he's so eager, so starved of your taste and approval and love that he grows pussydrunk too quickly, practically making more sounds than you, whining and moaning as he all but devours you whole, laving his tongue anywhere he can reach and pressing his face as far in as poassible. that heated ache from between his legs is even worse than before, when he licked at your panties like this, and if he let himself grind his puppycock on the bed right now he'd cum immediately, but he ignores it.

because all he can think about are your words earlier—bad dog. nonono, that's not him; he wants to hear you praise him, hear you moan his name all pretty and tell him he's doing a good job. so he pays attention to your every reaction instead, how you twitch and hum when he flicks his tongue over that sensitive spot on the top. he focuses there, puppylicking your swollen clit over and over and over, even when your thighs clamp tightly his head and threaten to squeeze him away he still doesn't stop, slobbering and sucking at your pussy til you're creaming all over his lips with a sob of his name, because he's desperate to be your good boy again.

that gives him the reaction he wants—the sounds you make are so pretty, his ears perked up to your every breathy moan as you buck your hips into his face and ride out your high, leon licking up every bit of cum that drips down your perineum.

when you squirm from the sensitivity and shove his face away, leon moves back up your body. he rests his chin on your chest and looks up at you with puppydog eyes, his tail wagging in slow, broad strokes. "did i do good?"

it takes you several seconds to reply. you lay there, ruffling his hair and ears mindlessly, still reeling from your orgasm. "y-yeah, puppy did such a good job. good boy, leon."

finally.

he's so happy he can't help but crash his mouth onto yours and kiss you. it's sloppy, a mess of teeth and tongue, but you find yourself meeting him with equal desperation. you let him lick into your mouth, tongue heavy with the taste of yourself as it slips against your own in a heated kiss. that's all he wanted to hear and he's so excited right now he could die.

and his heart nearly stops when you wrap your legs around his hips and murmur, "please, leon." the need in your tone makes his head buzz with adoration. his tip bumps against your labia clumsily and leon lets out a noise from the back of his throat. he's so pent up, basically edging himself all day and leaving his cock swollen and aching so hard that he could probably cum untouched right now.

and the moment he pushes inside you, he does.

he didn't mean to. but you're so wet, soaked from your orgasm and spit and now his spurts of thick cum, that it's impossible for his eyes not to roll to the back of his head. his entire body trembles from the overstimulation but he pushes further and further in, cock still stiff even after cumming, splitting you open until he's buried balls deep and his pelvis rests against yours. the drag of him in and out of you is loud, he's so loud, whining with every slow thrust that fucks his cum deep inside you, the squelch of your creamy pussy milking his cock and making him lose his fucking mind.

it’s not long before he’s fucking you with that same horny puppy pace that he fucked the mattress with earlier, only you feel so much better. better than he could ever imagine—hot and wet and addicting. he can't slow down, thrusts so so sloppy while he fucks himself dumb in your perfect cunt, tongue lolling out and eyes going crossed, poor puppy brain so overstimulated it's all he can do to not cum a second time right now.

"i wan' it," he slurs. it feels like words are impossible to form, his tongue too heavy and thick for his mouth right now. "wanna cum again, inside you."

"yeah? puppy wants to breed me?" you hum.

breed. that word sets him off.

pure instinct. that's what he's driven by as he humps you even faster, rutting his puppycock inside you so desperately, needing nothing more than to knock you up and make you his. "yesyesyes please," he begs. "wanna breed you, wanna litter of pups. please-"

his babbling is cut short by his own choked gasp as your legs wrap around his hips and lock him there, forcing him deep inside and unable to pull out.

"cum for me, leon."

and he's gone, cumming hot, thick ropes, filling you with nothing but him, claiming, marking you in the most primal way possible.

you're his, and no one else's.

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ʚ author's note: if you read this far thank you! this is my first full fic on here. feedback is welcome + vv appreciated :3c

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just-that-celestial-mage · 10 months

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please - [l.s.kennedy]

leon had been away for a discouragingly long time. many mornings were spent eagerly hoping for his safe return but for weeks on end you were left disappointed. until finally he was on the doorstep of your home, but you don’t get much of a hello before he’s sweeping you off your feet so you can help him relieve his stresses…

re4r!leon kennedy x f!reader (no use of y/n)

18+ MINORS DNI. if you do not have your age on your blog you will be blocked, you must be 18+ to interact with and follow this content.

disclaimers: suitable for afab! reader with no use of gendered pronouns, dom/softdom leon, unsafe piv, praise kink, f!receiving fingering, small mention of choking, too many marks, too many uses of the word please (intentional), but i think that’s all!!

word count: 8.9k

ao3 crosspost found here <3 (must be a registered user to view)

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The soft sunlight slowly begins to creep in through your thin curtains as the morning breaks, the sun rearing over the distant horizon. A quiet complaint of a grumble escapes your lips as you're disturbed from your slumber and find your body slightly sore as you stretch your legs under the blanket, though the delicate feeling of the fabric against your bare skin contents your mind.

As you come to your senses you notice a presence beside you, breathing quiet sighs that are barely audible even in the silent bedroom with the only other noise to be heard being that of the birds chirping outside. Turning onto your back you feel strong arms latched securely around your waist that seem to grip tighter as you stir. You giggle, amused and knowing. Then as you look to your right you can finally see him, fast asleep with a protective hold on your naked body.

Leon Kennedy, your fiancé and husband to be. A smile immediately graces your features as you gaze adoringly at his sleeping figure, eyes shut peacefully while his chest rises and falls with a steady rhythm. His dusky, dirty blonde hair is scruffy as it's been combed back by his hand at some point before he settled, giving you a clear view of his handsome and sculpted face. His full lips appear soft under the auric glow of the morning and some light stubble is scattered on the skin along his sharp jaw, cheeks prickly as you raise a hand to cup his face. He subconsciously leans into your touch as he rests.

Your attentive eyes continue to wander his features as your gaze slowly trails down, following along his neck as you giggle at the state of him. All across the slightly golden skin of his throat and collarbone are little agitated spots of gentle reds and purples, scattered with little rhyme or reason by you mere hours ago. A warmth blooms in your chest as you recall the night before.

Looking down at your own body as you pull the covers back you're met with a similar sight. Little possessive spots of flared colour are littered all over the column of your throat, tits and even your hips are beginning to bruise thanks to his rough grip. That devil, he always leaves you covered in so many marks. But you wouldn't have it any other way, and if you’re honest you're usually somewhat even with the amount you scratch over his body. Even now you can see the reddened lines over his chest from where you clung to him. You’re both insatiable, though neither of you would ever admit it.

A quiet grunt can be heard from Leon as he seems to stir in his sleep, pulling himself closer to you and hugging you like a teddy bear. You smile and lean over to press a chaste kiss to his forehead, calming him as he leans into you with his head on your chest. You hum and cradle his larger frame against you as best you can. You've always loved how content he seems to be when in your arms, so cuddly and at ease in a way no one else sees. All yours, only yours.

However it would still be some time until he would wake, and so as you look at all the love bites and marks over the both of you, you let yourself think back to the events of the night before.

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Leon had been away for a strangely long time. When he left he couldn’t give you an estimate of how long he would be gone, nor could he tell you why he had to leave, but as he stood in the doorway with his best jacket on he promised that he would get back to you as soon as he was able. And you believed him, because why wouldn’t you? You clung to that hope and everyday since that first day without him you waited for the same car that drove him away to pull up and return him to your waiting arms.

But each morning that you checked out the front window the driveway remained barren. You knew that Leon’s job is something important, that he was an agent combating something secret, but the same banal explanation you got every time he went away just wasn’t cutting it anymore. You were becoming frustrated, not with him but rather yourself for your impatience. Though luckily it was on that day that a horn blared from outside.

You rushed to the window, still dressed in your pyjamas that consisted of a slip nightgown Leon had gifted you on one of your anniversaries, and hurriedly pulled the curtains aside. It wasn’t the same car, rather a big black suv unlike before. A man dressed in all grey got out of the driver's seat, someone you didn’t recognise, and rounded the car to open the rear passenger's side door. He nodded his head as he pulled it open and to your delight your fiancé appeared from behind the open car door. His jacket was nowhere to be seen but that didn’t matter, nothing but him mattered as you fumbled to unlock the front, hasty in your giddy excitement. He’s home, he’s finally home!

You could hear Leon’s heavy footfalls approaching up the gravel path as you finally got the key to click in the lock, throwing the front door open to find him already standing right outside the threshold. His face immediately softened when he saw you, eyes lighting up and lips twitching with the promise of a grin, the first he’d smiled in so long.

“God. I missed you so damn much.” Leon grumbled before lurching forward to wrap his strong arms around you. Yours immediately looped around his neck and his head fell into the crook of your neck, breathing in your familiarity that he had so desperately missed the comfort of. “I missed you too, Leon.” You said breathlessly, like you couldn’t believe that he had returned. Your heart was beating so fast like a drum in your ears and with him squeezing you so tight it only got louder, more foreboding.

With your hand over his shoulders you could feel how tense he was, so wound up with stress, and at the back of your mind you knew what was to follow. So you coaxed him away from the entryway, the door swinging to shut, kissed his temple sweetly and whispered to him to come in and relax. But you wouldn’t be relaxing just yet.

As soon as the front door of your shared home had fallen closed on the latch Leon took you by the throat and pulled your body up against his, making you stand on your tiptoes in order to meet his gaze. "Now then.” He grumbled in a gravelly timbre, staring into your eyes with dark blues that hid a harboured hunger. The ring of his voice in your ears sent a nervous shiver down your spine as you held onto his forearm, his hand tensing around your neck but not enough to squeeze.

“What to do…” He pondered aloud, looking you up and down with a hidden adoration in his eyes. You remained silent and tried not to falter under his gaze, your body buzzing with anticipation as a warmth pooled between your legs from even the smallest of his actions. You had missed him so dearly, longed for his touch on the lonely evenings, and you were ready to help him be freed of his stresses. Leon huffed and released his hold on your throat, ducking his head to press a gentle, doting kiss to your forehead.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I’m getting ahead of myself, aren’t I?” He mused, tucking a stray hair behind your ear so gently in complete juxtaposition. “Hmm, I think we both are.” You tsked with an airy laugh and took notice of the way his hand trembled. “Do you want this?” He asks almost suddenly, a glint of worry in his half lidded eyes.

Leon was struggling to find even a shred of self control, wanting so eagerly to return to normalcy after a taxing time away, he was so pent up, so needy. You nodded and again rose to your tiptoes to kiss his grazed cheek. “Of course, honey. Didn’t you hear me when I said I missed you?” You smiled sweetly, reassuring him with a hand cupping his face. Leon leaned into the comfort of your touch and a devilish smirk broke onto his features. That was all he needed to hear.

With a low laugh he swept you up into his arms, throwing you over his shoulder with a firm grip on your legs. “Hey!” You yelped and tittered as he began marching towards the bedroom, smacking your ass testingly in retaliation to your complaint and earning a stark whine. "Quiet, baby." He cooed, unable to hide the excitement in his words. Leon nudged the bedroom door open with his foot, the steel cap of his boot knocking against the wood, and threw you to the bed with that tender strength you know so well, a balance he’s perfected just for you. You went to shuffle back to the pillows but he was quick to clamber above you after slipping his shoes off, pinning your hips under his and grabbing both of your wrists in one of his hands.

“Not so fast.” Your fiancé laughed airily, gazing down at you with his dusky blonde hair falling over his face to obscure your view of him. You attempted to squirm under his hold but ultimately failed to even move an inch under his secure grip. “Hmm,” Leon hummed darkly, looking you up and down and wetting his lips a dart of his tongue. “Right where I want you.” He muttered to himself as if in deep thought and you were certain that he already knew exactly what he was going to do to you. He had plenty of time to think about it after all and now it was just a matter of making fantasy a reality.

“Oh yeah?” You smiled coyly. “What are you going to do, hm agent?” You teased with an exaggerated pout, staring at Leon with wide eyes that told lies of innocence. He paused and leaned over you to chastely kiss your temple, lips lingering on your skin. “Ugh, fuck off with that agent shit.” He scoffed playfully, irritation lining his tone. “I’ve heard more than enough of that. I want to hear you say my name, sweetheart. You can do that, can’t you?” He crooned, letting his free hand wander to caress your side over the thin material of the slip gown. Your features softened and you bit down on your bottom lip that began to quiver, his words immediately making your mind fog with arousal.

Sometimes you could swear that the sound of Leon’s voice alone would be enough to get you off when he speaks so smooth and sultry like that, but in that moment you had been hoping for far more. You tugged your hands against his as he pinned them and nodded ever so eagerly, pliant and willing. “Yes. Yes, Leon.” You muttered, staring at him with glassy eyes. “Take what you need from me. Please.” You babbled mindlessly, making Leon laugh lightly and smirk wide with that kind of enamoured love that makes the heart ache.

“That’s what you want, yeah? Wanna help me out by being good for me?” Leon’s free hand crept to the lacey hem of your skimpy nightwear and slowly began to push the fabric up your thighs, bunching it around your hips. “I’ve had such a tough time away from you, my sweet thing. If only you knew how much I’ve missed you. Are you going t’let me make up the time by fucking you dumb, hm?” His voice dropped with every filthy word that passed his lips, becoming something low and hungry that made a shiver roll over you.

You nodded all too eagerly and watched with bated breath as Leon sat back on his knees, freeing your wrists so that both of his hands could push your clothes up more and more, leaving the slip rucked up around your waist. “Need this off, baby. Take it off for me.” He had demanded, the instruction spoken smoothly and confidently. Despite his restraining touch having relented you still felt like you shouldn’t move your hands from their post on the pillow, always one to fall into obedience, but Leon gave you a dark, commanding gaze and you soon scrambled to strip yourself. His hands came down to pin your ankles in place while you pulled the gown off over your head like a t-shirt, dropping it carefully down the side of the bed.

Cold air rushed over you and you instinctively curled in on yourself, only to be dragged down the bed with insulting ease by your fiancé who now stood at the end of it. “Don’t go all shy on me, sweetheart. Let me see my pretty baby, it’s been too long.” Leon crooned, a little derisive and bordering on mocking already. Your lips parted but no strong retort came, just a mindless nod. He sighed and rolled his eyes, standing over you almost menacingly.

“I said don’t be shy.” One of his calloused hands flew up to wrap around your throat and squeezed lightly, his eyes boring into yours with a lustrous stare. “Are you going to finish stripping for me? These can’t stay, doll.” With his other hand Leon looped a finger under the waistband of your panties and pulled it back, releasing it to snap against your skin and make you whine out. He relaxed the pressure of his grip on your throat and raised his brows at you expectantly.

“Yes, Leon.” You muttered breathlessly, your mind thickly fogged by arousal. God you had missed his firm touch, his commandeering tone and unapologetic roughness. Handing yourself over to him was like second nature, a decision easily made that allowed you to step into a type of weightlessness that you so valued. To relinquish control while feeling so safe and secure, that’s what this all ultimately meant.

“Sorry, Leon.” You said sweetly, swallowing the lump in your throat. Timidly you shimmied out of your underwear, the fabric having glided down your legs and hung around your ankles like cuffs until you kicked them off. Leon glanced over you with an almost inspecting stare, a devilish smirk pulling his lips up when he hummed. “There you are.” He took you roughly by the hips and pulled you to your feet, leading you to stagger into his chest.

Strong hands grabbed handfuls of your ass and unapologetically groped your body, earning a milquetoast mewl. “I missed this so much.” His confession was nothing more than a resonant grumble from the back of his throat, a secret spoken against the shell of your ear that made you shudder. Your hands roved over his toned torso in turn, feeling the definition of his muscles under the compression shirt he wore. It never seemed like the most practical thing to wear in your eyes but god it looked divine on him.

Your hands trailed to his belt buckle and you pulled at the click clasp, tripping over yourself in your impatience and struggling to grip the metal. Leon chuckled lowly and grabbed your wrists, his thumbs teasing over the line of your racing pulse. “Slow down, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, the words spoken flush to your skin. “I'm all yours. No need to rush.”

You scoffed a laugh and shook your hands free of his, pushing lightly and playfully on his chest. It didn’t move him even a little. “That’s hardly fair.” You pouted, your kiss bitten lip stuck out in protest. “Can’t you at least lose the shirt? I mean I’m,” you looked your body up and down, tucking your chin back to get a good look. This must have been one of the only times that your skin was free of some sort of hickey or bruise since having met Leon and in all honesty the sight of unmarked skin was strange for the both of you. “…Naked, Leon.” Not that it needed to be said. “And you’re standing here fully dressed. I feel kind of exposed.”

He failed to mask a smug smile as he too looked you up and down with that hungry gaze, licking his bottom lip. “Good.” Leon huffed. “That’s exactly how I want you. Don’t you see, doll? Now c’mon, we’ll worry about me later.” He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead and clambered to the top of the bed, sitting at its centre with his back leaning against the wooden headboard, legs spread enough for another to fit.

“Come sit.” He instructed, patting the space between his legs and beckoning you over with a motion of his hand. You paused, buzzing with excitement before following his lead, curious of his plan as you moved up and sat yourself between his thighs. “Good doll.” Leon mumbled as he unabashedly grabbed your hips once again, pulling you back against his body with your ass rolling over the tent in his pants to fluster you further and earn a terse grunt from him.

By now you were certain of the ache he must have been dealing with as he forced himself to wait, he was already hard underneath the thick fabric of his tactical pants, worn straight from duty, and you noticed him wince when you brushed over his erection. But as ever he managed to keep it together, having reached around your front to grab the plush of your thighs and spread them apart, inadvertently letting a draft roll over your cunt to make you shiver with anticipation.

“Now behave and sit still for me.” Leon commanded, his breath tickling the back of your ear as he sat behind you, torso flush with your back and head resting beside yours. Adjusting himself he slowly brought his dominant hand to creep down your stomach at a painstakingly slow pace, purposely taking his time as his warm hand drifted over your soft skin that he adores touching and had so greatly missed. You bucked your hips forward slightly out of impatience but he simply tsked and pinned you back against his body with his other hand on your waist, shaking his head.

“So eager.” He whispered to himself, smiling smugly as his hand finally reached your cunt. You did your best to keep still but couldn’t help the slight tremble of your leg as you waited for Leon's touch, your body aching for the slightest relief. Finally he began to softly rub his two middle fingers up the length of you, calloused pads circling your sodden hole. He hummed contently as you spread your legs wider for him, an automatic reaction. You whined but resisted the need to roll your hips up against his fingertips, knowing that soon enough you'd be overstimulated and exhausted but in the meantime the wait was excruciating.

“Please…” You begged in a hushed whisper, pouting with quivering lips. “Hmm? What was that, baby?” Leon mused derisively, pretending to have not heard you to convince your words out. You only groaned louder and pushed back against his crotch, the print of his hard cock rubbing over your ass with only the fabric of his cargos to separate you. He sucked in a strained breath through gritted teeth but continued his line of coaxing, taking his hand away from your needy cunt to earn another louder whimper of protest. “You know what to do, doll. Use your words.” He said tauntingly, kissing the base of your neck and nipping slightly at the skin, just a graze of teeth.

“Please Leon.” You let out in a shaky breath, turning your head to meet his dilated gaze. “Please what? Speak up.” He tutted, lifting his hand up from your hip to firmly hold your jaw, his thumb swiping over your trembling bottom lip. "Please, please touch me.” You pleaded in an embarrassed whisper, barely meeting his eye. "It’s been so long, I need you…” You complain. Leon smiled and quickly kissed your lips, turning your head to break eye contact while his other hand returned to your aching cunt, middle and ring finger tracing wet folds as he gently pressed at your entrance, trailing up from there to circle your clit.

You instantly moaned lewdly at the contact you'd be longing for and remaining still became more of a challenge as Leon began to tease your clit, rubbing gentle yet rewarding circles that sent sparks through your whole body. “There you go.” Leon hummed, smooth and sultry as he peppered possessive little kisses across your shoulder, gradually picking up pace with his fingers. “See? All you had to do was ask, sweet thing. Wasn’t that hard, was it?” He crooned and you moaned involuntarily as he pushed two of his fingers into your mouth with the hand that was holding your chin, muffling your outcries while his other hand worked tighter circles against your bud.

God, you love how Leon seems to switch up with such natural ease, having been dulcet and praising only moments ago to then be teasing you derisively in the same velvet timbre, all at a second's notice. It's what makes this work so effortlessly, that he can read your wants and needs while never overstepping. Each ministration makes something electric settle low in your body and he adores every reaction, they fuel him, making something sear in his chest and his want to chase more and more of you is never satiated. He can never get enough.

Leon took full control from there, and your only focus became enjoying the way he toyed with you so expertly and letting yourself get lost in the feeling of long awaited euphoria. If your body was a subject of study Leon would be the only expert, a master of his craft with trade secrets to never be shared, they are for him to know and use and only him, and only you get to see him work so precisely. Soon you began to feel the familiar, pooling warmth tie itself tight within you, climax building with every circle of Leon's experienced fingertips.

Whining around the digits gagging you, you shimmied your hips in trying to meekly communicate to him, but he had already known that you were close. Leon could easily tell by the way your back arched away from him, your legs shaking all the more and toes curling. He knows your tells, memorised so that he can fantasise about his sweetheart on lonely nights. You grabbed his wrist and sunk your nails against his skin as you braced yourself for the crashing wave of your first orgasm of the night.

Within the minute it hit you.

Your legs tensed up and body jolted forward, forcing Leon to adjust his hand as he refused to pull his touch away from your sensitive clit, seeing you through the blinding bliss. A sharp, stuttering moan escaped you as the warmth spread through your whole body, legs jittering and skin tingling as climax rocked your senses. Your fiancé chuckled handsomely behind you and took his fingers out of your mouth, leaving them coated in your spit. He continued to rub messy circles to your clit that had you teetering towards overstimulation and wrapped his free arm around your midriff like a belt, pulling you back against his chest.

“That's it, such a good doll.” Leon praised from behind you, soothing his hand up and down your side in lulling sweeps. You choked on a pitiful sound and weakly tried to push his hand away from your sullied cunt, sighing loudly in relief when he relented and ran the messy hand along your shaking thigh instead. He grunted and softly kissed down the back of your neck while you tried to fight off the aftershocks, leaving yet another mark at your nape despite the unorthodox placement.

“Come back to me, sweetheart. We aren’t done yet.” His tone returned to being dulcet as he spoke to you, the sound of his voice enchanting you as he whispered little reassurances against your skin. That voice could get you to do almost anything, the sound of it commanding you in a way you can't quite comprehend but don't care to question. You'd follow any instruction he spoke just to hear that voice praise you.

Panting to catch your breath and babbling incoherent nonsense about how much you missed him you turned yourself in his lap, hiding your face against his chest as he held you with strong arms. "I know, baby. You did so well.” Leon murmurs quietly, kissing the crown of your head. "You can take more, can’t you? For me?” He encourages, pushing his hips up to press his erection against you. A shiver rolled over your body, an accumulation of anticipation. You nodded weakly, recovering from the lingering buzz of your high while he so patiently waited.

“Just give me about…” You mutter, hands bunching his shirt in shaking fists. “Thirty more seconds.” You sounded so far away already thanks to the way your head was spinning and god, he loves it almost as much as he loves knowing that this is only the beginning of how fucked out he’ll make you.

Leon chuckles richly and nods. “Take all the time you need, my sweet thing.” His hands rove up and down your back with roughened fingertips tracing the line of your spine, a lulling touch to bring you back down to earth. With knees bent he pushes the heels of his feet into the mattress and keeps his hold on you firm, slowly and carefully shifting your weight to turn you and lay you down underneath him. His knees bracket your thighs and hands rest either side of your head, perfectly caging you in.

“How about,” he begins with an assertive tone. “You lie there all pretty for me and when you’re ready for more just say the word, okay?” Leon’s lips take purchase on the column of your throat and work a sloppy line downward, his touch gentler than his tone. You writhe just a little as static bounces over your sensitive skin but nod ardently nonetheless. “Mhm.” You hum, turning your head to bare your neck to his ardour fuelled advances. “Please, Leon.”

Each kiss is surer than the last, starting soft to prepare your body before Leon suckles the skin between the seam of his lips, gradually harsher with intent to bruise. A shy moan tumbles from your lips as he finds each erogenous spot like a map of pulse points he can always recall when the time comes, marking the spots that make you mewl the loudest. He chuckles against your skin, a welcome rumble, and pulls away just as he reaches your collar bone, lips wet with spit.

“God, you really are eager, aren’t you?” One of his hands comes down to caress up your side, squeezing your waist and roving higher to graze the underside of your breast. “You haven’t been this obedient in a while. Did you really miss me that much? Or are you just hoping that you’ll get what you want?” Leon leans back down to kiss your jaw and inches his hand that bit further up to grope your tit, brazenly kneading soft skin and groaning at the way you squirm. You curse in a hushed whine and arch your back when the roughened pad of his thumb grazes your pebbled nipple, too absorbed in each little sensation to begin to think about answering him.

“Talk to me, sweetheart.” Another kiss to your jaw, rougher to rouse a hazy mind. Your shaking hands reach for his hips and fingers hook into his belt loops, giving a measly tug which does nothing to move him in all his bulk. “Missed you.” You uttered under your breath, bringing your knees back and pulling again to try to coax him into the space between your legs. “Can’t you tell?” Your voice lilts with daring playfulness and one hand crawls higher to usher his shirt up his stomach, a dusty blonde happy trail peeking out beneath the tight fabric. Leon sighs through his nose before chuckling tersely, sitting back on his knees and finally unbuckling his belt.

“Sure can. It’s like all you want is to get me undressed.” The metal of the clasp clinked as it clashed against itself and with one swift pull he unthreaded it from every loop, throwing it to the floor beside your bed and making you flinch when it thudded to the hardwood. “‘Could at least say please.” He grumbled, shaking his head with a closed lip smile that gave away his adoration.

You tittered and made grabbing hands at him, mimicking a giddy grin. “Again? Haven’t I said it enough yet?” He narrowed his eyes at you then, bringing both of his hands to the hem of his shirt with wrists crossed. Leon sucked his teeth and raised a brow, a pending challenge. “You think so? I don't know, doll.” With painstaking slowness he pulled his shirt up, flashing sun kissed skin and toned abs. Your eyes wandered to the spattering of scars he sports, even from the smallest of cuts and grazes that he neglected to take care of and was made to wear for the rest of his days, all uniquely handsome. Though as you were distracted, transfixed, Leon tugged the material off over his head and surged forward to pin you beneath him again, furrow-browed with eyes steeled and dark.

“After all, by the time I’m done with you it’ll be the only word you know.”

His lips trapped yours in a suffocating kiss, wet presses of eager mouths and muffled whines and grunts swallowed. You wrapped your hands around his back, arms under his, and clawed for purchase at his shoulders, desperate to know his skin again and the warmth that radiates off of him. God, you really had missed him. You missed the familiarity of his touch and the precise way it pleases, that shy smile and feeling of achievement you get when you can make him laugh. Hell, you even missed being beneath him like this, giving into hungry advances that stoke the fire inside you.

No one can do it like Leon, so as his kiss again deviates down your jaw and neck you lie back and let yourself be ravished, but your hands stay steadfast on his body as if refusing to be separated again.

He trails down faster this time, skipping over your collarbone in his impatience and focussing his attentions on your tits. Leon bears his weight on his knees so both calloused, bruised hands can roughly grope and squeeze at you, forgetting his own strength fleetingly until your back arches. He mumbles an apology against the height of your sternum and hurriedly continues his kisses over the mound of your breast, lips parting to lick the delicate skin in sloppy lines, open mouthed kisses leading to greedy suckling and grazes of teeth that promise to bloom bruises to match his knuckles. His name leaves your lips in strings of begging curses, hisses and mewls that tumble together into the stuffy air. Music to his ears.

The anticipation was maddening, like embers left burning and waiting for the next spark. You threaded one hand into Leon’s hair and fought the urge to tug the strands, immediately rewarded by your small show of patience when his lips wrapped around your supple nipple. “Oh god.” It was hard to keep still, or rather, impossible. His kiss was slow and wet, gently sucking and licking firmly with the tip of his tongue while his hand continued to tease where his mouth neglected.

“Leon, fuck.” You whined, shuffling your hips and bucking up into his until he pulled away with a spitty, smacking noise. He gazed at you through his brows with spit shining on his chin, the same lewd mess left on your skin, and wiped it with the back of his hand. “I know, doll. Just be patient for me.” The corner of Leon’s mouth upturned with a smile, all smugness and no sympathy, before he hastily dived back in with his onslaught to your other breast.

Leon painstakingly slowly begins the same possessive pattern of kisses that turn into sucking and gentle pulling between closed lips, purposely avoiding your nipple and instead marking the surrounding skin with hickeys like when your relationship was young. Each one was rougher than the last and you knew based on the intensity of the static rolling over your skin which bruises would sink deeper than others, which would certainly linger for weeks and which he would find himself going over with more of his attentions in the coming days. To make matters worse for you his hand continues to grope and squeeze at your tit that’s wet with his spit, calloused fingers flicking your poor bud left sensitive from his tongue.

“Leon! Please!” Another, more urgent cry of his name came tumbling from quivering lips, a whine that cracked your voice. He grunted against you and reluctantly pulled away, both hands rubbing aching nipples. “You sound so pretty, sweetheart. ‘Just can’t wait any longer, can you?” His tone was alluringly derisive, thick with desire. You looked down at him with watery eyes and found him staring at you with his head cocked to the side, hair a mess before you attempted to smooth it down. You shook your head and put your hands on his shoulders, twitching with your want to dig your nails in with the hope that it would spur him on because you know that drives him up the wall.

Like this you could see the slight tan on his strong arms and the line around his biceps where his compression shirt had rested, making you wonder exactly where he had been stationed. A question for after. You danced your fingers down his arms and back up his broad shoulders, a light graze of nails along sensitive skin long neglected of your touch that made him suck in a hiss through his teeth.

“Don’t you think we’ve waited long enough?” You purposely lilted your voice up with a type of sweetness that would feign self-control if Leon didn’t know your tells so well. But when you look at him with those glassy eyes and pouty lips and he knows what you’re begging for. Usually he’d drag it out for a little longer, kiss every inch of your skin until your mind was so hazy and all you could do was beg for more, he’d roll his hips into yours without so much as removing his underwear and pin your hands back when you tried to undress him. But now when your hands begin to wander as he knew they would, he lets you.

Leon is far from patient when it comes to you, too. He will chide you for your urgency with that hint of mocking in his tone when he too is just as eager, only better at hiding it. And right now it’s worse than ever. He’s kept it together well but behind his clothes he was achingly hard and had long ago left a damp patch of pre-cum that just spread with every second he spent doting on you. And he couldn’t stand it any longer.

You teasingly dragged your fingers down his v-line, a touch that made him shiver deeply, but Leon was already a step ahead and hurriedly unfastening the button on his trousers. He pulled the zip down so hard he very nearly broke it and shoved the fabric down his thighs along with his briefs, and you could’ve sworn you heard the elastic of the waistband snap.

The back of your throat ran dry at the sight of him. A thatch of grown out, light brown hair leads your eyes down to his thick cock, ruddy tip smeared with a bead of pre-cum that you want nothing more to lick him clean of. Leon huffs as he notices your brazen staring and slowly pumps himself a couple of times, watching your pupils blow impossibly wider between blinks.

“Look at me, doll. You know better than that.” His voice falls stronger with his command, one hand squeezing the plush of your waist a tad too hard to bring you back to him. You swallow the lump in your throat with a gulp as hot bashfulness creeps down your back, like a rolling shiver that raises goosebumps on your skin. “Sorry.” You murmur under your breath, caught. “Sorry what?” Leon raises his brows expectantly, jaw set tense. “Sorry, Leon.” You giggle and he smiles an enamoured grin, because it’s never that serious. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

Leon draws back for a second to shuck his pants off his legs, another pile onto the floor that had been spotless in anticipation of his return, before situating himself on his knees between your legs. The tops of his thighs were pressed flush to the back of yours and both of his hands pushed into the pits of your knees to coax your legs back to your chest. “Now then,” He grumbled, bringing his dominant hand down as you replaced it with your own to keep your legs back. “Is this what you want?” Leon takes his cock in his hand and runs the tip along your cunt, pressing with his thumb for a guide and nudging at your hole.

A sigh of a moan tumbles from your lips and a gentle shockwave bounces over you, anticipation buzzing hotly. “Yes, please Leon.” You try your best to keep your eyes on him but there’s no need because he is staring down at your glistening cunt, coating his cockhead in your wetness with each up and down that grazes your clit. “Hm? What was that, doll? Speak up.” He tsks, nudging twice and earning a shudder. You whine your loudest yet and tip your head back, taking a shaky breath.

“Please fuck me, Leon. Please I missed you so much, I want you so bad please-”

You’re cut off by your own unbidden, guttural moan when Leon bears forward and bullies his cock inside you with a shallow thrust. His hands take purchase over your thighs and with a bruising grip he pulls you into him, facing little resistance. “Fuck.” He groans all pretty, head tipped back and lips parted. “That’s it, baby. Just relax and take it.” Leon watches as he stretches you out a bit, an adjustment after time apart, until he bottoms out with another low moan.

The feeling is nothing but bliss, it sets your body alight, relaxes muscles that had long been held tense and quiets a busy mind. Everything was just Leon. Every touch was Leon, every thought was Leon, every sensation, every want or need you ever had was just Leon.

You let out a long breath you didn’t realise you were holding and reached for him, making a grabbing motion that caused his heart to skip. “Leon, please.” Was all you could manage, another sweet plea. He huffed and slowly leant over you, your legs pushed high over his hips as he rested on his elbows either side of your head, the tip of his nose brushing your cheek. “What is it, doll? Is something the matter?” His question was gentle and hushed, a whisper rolling over your skin. He tucked his hands behind your head and urged you closer, body pressed flush against you.

You shook your head and again wrapped your arms around his back, pulling Leon as close as you physically could with eager fingertips pressing dimples into his skin. He hummed and kissed your cheek, rolling his hips into yours testingly. “I see. I’ve got you, baby, just lie back.” Sometimes it didn’t take words, god knows you’re bad at stringing any together when the warm weight of your fiancé is on top of you, you just had to hold onto him like that and Leon knew exactly what to do. Because he always knew what you needed.

Gradually Leon brought his hips back, pulling out just a little before rocking forward again and sending a ripple of pleasure washing over you. It didn't take long for him to build a rhythm, keeping each draw back shallow to satiate the nagging desire to fuck you deep and slow, like he needed all of you to be content. Your moans were timid at first, strained behind bitten lips that tried to swallow them down but one harder, deeper thrust that made his skin slap against yours quickly sabotaged your restraint.

“That’s it, doll. Make sure I can hear you, you know what’ll happen if I can’t.” Leon grumbles with lips hovering beside your ear, a velvety reminder punctuated with another rougher drill of his hips. Curses kept spilling from your lips as he upped his pace, grunting between breaths with each one fanning hotly on your skin, fully engulfed in the deep-seated want for the intimate connection you had so missed.

Your head was swimming, made fuzzy by the shockwaves that rocked your body. Babbled, cockdumb pleas kept tumbling into the stuffy air until you tucked your face into the crook of his neck, mimicking Leon’s earlier ministrations to show him the same doting as a thank you told in kisses. You start up a sloppy line of open mouthed kisses along his throat, each one ardent and spaced between stammered moans. He hummed lowly and the sound rumbled against your lips, emboldening you to latch on and suckle at the erogenous spots that had long gone neglected.

“Fucking hell.” Leon groaned, pistoning his hips faster. “Getting back at me, hm?” He was already getting breathless, chest rising and falling rapidly and brushing against you each time. You huffed affirmatively, marking his skin with greedy abandon and leaving a cluster of colour closer to the base of his neck. With each one the tip of your nose pressed firmly against Leon’s skin and teased the line of his pulse, sending little shocks through him. But eventually you had to let your head fall back as he got hasty, too wrapped up in everything to hold yourself up. Though, before unapologetic moans began to fly free again you kissed the mole on his neck tenderly, a sorry for many marks.

Leon kept a hand behind your head as his thrusts got rough, skin slapping with every drive forward and obscene wet sounds accompanying the increasing noise. It made bashfulness creep down your arms with a trail of goosebumps but god, it was worth it as the coiling knot of flickering fire began to tie deep within you. “Leon!” You gasped, digging your nails into his shoulder blades to leave little crescent shapes then dragging down and creating angry red trails. “Need more- please!” Your sensitivity from earlier was helping the licking flame grow but then it would stutter and almost seem to fade because there was only one more thing you needed from him.

“Fuck- I know, doll, I know. I’ve got you.” Leon sits back on his knees and brings a hand to caress down the centre of your body, palm turned inward to tantalisingly glide against your skin. The other hand hikes your leg up onto his shoulder, a welcome adjustment that allows his cockhead to perfectly strike your sweet spot with every unrelenting thrust and send overwhelming pleasure rocking through you. The noise that fell from your lips was just shy of a scream, instantly muffled by your hand that flew to cover your mouth. He laughed tersely.

“Right there, hm?” Leon tsked derisively, tone laced with that rare hint of aplomb. You couldn’t answer him, your senses seized by the tense pit in your stomach that kept winding tighter, whines swallowed behind a shaking hand. “Don’t go all quiet on me, baby.” He warned, voice falling stronger. “It would be a shame to stop now, wouldn’t it?” Leon slowed his next couple of thrusts as if to punctuate his point but your desperate grasp at his side said enough, as did your complaining whine. “That’s what I thought.”

He kept his pace steady, jaw clenched with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, and with large fingers splayed over the low of your stomach Leon pressed the pad of his thumb against your puffy clit. Your leg jolted on his shoulder and your outcries just kept pouring into the stuffy air, gripping his side so tightly that further red crescents would be left as indents. “Oh please-“ You started to beg, thighs held so tense that they began to quiver. “Leon please!”

You could feel that something was about to snap, a wave about to crash in and take you down with it. And you were desperate for it. Leon drew sloppy, tight circles over your poor clit and the attention wracked your body with sharp bliss, almost too sharp, almost too much. “Say it again.” He demanded, deep blues dark around the edges as he stared at your scrunched features. “Come on, let me hear it.” Each piston of his hips sent you barrelling closer to the edge, mouth agape and eyes barely open. You took a shaky breath in as it washed over you.

“Please!”

Somehow this one was better than the last, intense and blinding like you were seeing stars behind your eyelids. Your back arched exaggeratedly as you lurched up from the sheets and gripped Leon’s waist and wrist so tight that he would certainly bruise, squirming beneath him while your legs seized up as if you’d lost control for a split moment. But it was oneiric and Leon could see it all in your dopey, blissed-out smile.

“Oh fucking god.” He cursed as you tightened around him, your leg falling from his shoulder with him doubling over you, hands beside your head. “Shit!” Leon struggled to hold back while you gushed all over him, leaving an obscene, wet white ring around the base of his cock. Through half lidded eyes you could see the muscles in his neck and shoulder stand proud as he froze up, teeth gritted and fists balling up the sheets. You reached for him, grabbing his shoulder and scratching a trail down his chest, albeit unintentionally but it was enough to make him ram his hips into you before stopping dead still, lip twitching as he spoke.

“Ass up.” Leon demanded with a sneer, tone harsh and gravelly. He pulled out suddenly and you whined at the emptiness, feeling the remnants of your orgasm run down your sullied cunt and making even more of a mess. “What…?” Your ears were ringing and you were almost dizzy, struggling to hear his grumbled words. Leon tsked and shook his head. “I said,” he huffed, harshly grabbing your waist and making you wince as the already sore skin faced further torment. “Ass up.”

With his iron grip on your waist Leon flipped you over with insulting ease, your body languid and quivering in his hold. “Is this okay, doll?” He asked as he coaxed you onto your knees, jelly legs struggling to hold you. You nodded lazily and turned your head to the side on the pillow, arms tucked beneath it. “Mhm. S’okay.” You mumbled, weakly wiggling your hips. Leon hummed a small ‘aww’ and took his cock in his hand, lining back up. “That’s what I like to hear. Just hold on a little longer for me, sweetheart. You’re doing so well.” His praise was softly spoken despite the ragged breaths he took and the way he desperately pushed back inside you, hips meeting your ass with a smack.

Leon didn’t even give you a moment to adjust before he began pistoning his hips again, hard and fast and unabashed, a man starved. With every thrust he was grunting and groaning, deep sounds that came tumbling from the back of his throat and all you could do was cling to the sheets while he pulled your body back into his cock, using you to reach his climax that was so desperately close. “So wet…” He mumbled under his breath, watching you take him over and over again, the sight spurring him on. “So good…”

One of his hands came down into the space between your shoulders, pushing you into the mattress while his other stayed steadfast on your hip, leverage to pull you into him. The angle was torture on your sweet spot and it was embarrassing how shaking legs wanted nothing more than to collapse beneath you, but you needed to push through for him, to prove that you could. “Leon…” You mewled so weakly, voice hoarse and throat sore from all your exclamations. “That’s it, sweetheart.” He moaned, chest heaving.

“Doing such a good job. Just a little more, please.”

His muscular thighs were shaking and sweat ran down his back in rivulets, following the same descending line as the scratches you had left behind. God it was filthy, such a messy sight, the product of time apart and people deprived of one another. His grip on your hip tightened and you knew that was it, yelping a small ‘ow!’ before his roar of a moan interjected and drowned the sound of you out.

“Fuck!” Leon shouted, pulling out of your soaked cunt and pumping himself a couple times before cumming all over your ass and lower back, head thrown back and marked neck bared for you to see as you looked back over your shoulder. Your legs gave out as soon as he let go of you and his looked as if they wouldn’t hold him much longer either, trembling as he left a mess over your skin with the sensation making his head spin like a drunkard hooked on something heady.

“Oh my god.” He sighed, soon crashing to the sheets beside you. You tittered as Leon came into your view, skin glossy with a sheen of sweat and chest rising and falling rapidly with gasped breaths. He stared at the ceiling for a moment before turning to you, eyes so blown and lips bitten but still he smiled so handsomely. “Are you okay, my love?” He turned onto his side and cupped your cheek, surging forward to connect your lips. It was a sweet kiss, apologetic and electric with the aftershocks of it all. You nodded into him and pulled away slowly, grin never faltering. “Yeah, just a bit stuck.” You raised your brows at him and the smirk you got was nothing short of sheepish, his features lighting up in a way that made your heart ache.

“Yeah yeah.” He laughed airily. “Give me a minute to get up, okay? No way I’m managing to stand just yet.” You scoffed a noise of faux offence and slapped him playfully on his shoulder, accidentally catching the nail marks and making him hiss. “Leon!” You complained. “I can’t stay like this! You made the mess, you clean up.” He chuckled again, heartier this time, and rolled his eyes. “Fine, fine. But if I fall right now it’s your fault.” He swings his legs over the edge of the bed and very slowly gets to his feet, arms stretched out as if bracing for a fall. But Leon manages just fine.

“I’ll only be a minute, baby. Stay there.” He nods, first staggering to the wardrobe to grab some well worn sweatpants, a comfort of laziness he’d been thinking about his whole time away in such uncomfortable dress. “Not like I have a choice.” You mumbled, stifling a yawn as the aftershocks came to a stop and fatigue set in, body more tired than mind. Leon huffed and threw the clothes over his arm, straightening up and heading for the bathroom. As he went you gazed at the flaring red trails all down his sculpted back, smug and satisfied as you closed your eyes, sleep clawing for purchase as soon as your lashes met.

But before you had the chance to doze off the feeling of a warm, damp flannel on your back startled you back awake, having been so close to drifting away that you didn’t realise the minutes that had passed. “Still with me, sweetheart?” Leon asked as he wiped you down, all slow glides over delicate skin and thorough attention to mop up the mess. You giggled and nodded, not bothering to open your eyes since heavy lids fought to stay closed. “Barely. Thank you, honey.” You muttered, lifting an arm to invite him to lay beside you. He tutted, clicking his tongue against his teeth.

“Not just yet, baby. Need to get you dressed first.” Leon’s intention was reasonable but by the way you groaned you could’ve thought he was asking the world of you, such an arduous task after burning so much energy. “Can't be bothered, just come here.” You made a grabbing motion at him and god it was tempting, but he felt bad leaving you like this knowing it was his own doing.

“Sweetheart-“ He began, quickly cut off by a stubborn whine. “Come on, just a quick nap?” You insisted, voice laden with piling exhaustion. Leon sighed heavily, a hand soothing over your shoulders gently once you were all wiped down. “Let’s at least finish cleaning up, yeah?” Still he tried, but you pouted and mimicked his little head shake.

“Pretty please…?”

“Fine.”

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Carlos Carlos carlos!

But hear me out, Leon and Carlos sandwich with reader in the middle I think I would PASS OUT.

Bonus points if it’s like…. At a gym or a pool and they’re all sweaty or wet (I will see my perverted ass out)

Hot and Heated

Carlos Oliveira x Fem!reader x Leon Kennedy

A/N: No because I will always take a Carlos x Reader x Leon!!! This is like my biggest fantasy!! Hope you enjoy! I am a little rusty so I hope I did okay! Also I am not a big fan of anal but for Carlos... ANYTHING

Warnings!: Pure self-indulgent smut, porn without a plot, unprotected sex, anal, fingering, dirty talk, threesome

Words: 2704

You had known Leon and Carlos for as long as you could remember. So it wasn’t an odd thing to find you at the gym with them occasionally. If you weren’t at the gym, you definitely were at your house with them, in your pool.

Today just happened to be a super hot day, so both boys decided crashing your house was the way to go. You were sitting out in a pool chair, eyes closed as the two boys lounged in the pool. You were sweating heavily, even in your bikini.

“Come on in, Y/n. You know we don’t bite.” Carlos calls you over, causing you to lift your head and look at the two men.

They were both wet, possibly from a mix of sweat and pool water. Your tongue swipes over your lips as you drink them both in with your eyes. Yeah, you found your two friends quite attractive. Who wouldn’t? And to have both of them in swimsuits in your pool was any person's dream come true.

Carlos runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face. Due to it being wet, it held from his face. You sigh with a small smirk to yourself as you get up from the chair.

“I guess.” You playfully act annoyed.

“Are we not good enough for you?” Leon chuckles as you sit at the edge of the pool, slipping your legs into the cool water. It did feel nice with how hot it is outside.

“She’s just a stubborn one, Leon. She just needs a little…” Carlos’s hand wraps around your ankle, a smirk spreading across his face. “Push.” Before you could react, Carlos yanks you into the water. You had enough time to hold your breath as you went under and then come back up, wiping your face as you gasp.

“Carlos!” You smack him in the chest as you come back from his sudden surprise.

“What? I was cooling you off.” Carlos chuckles as he watches you with a proud smirk. You give him a small glare as you back up in the water.

“And this is why Leon is my favorite.” You hook your arm with Leon’s as you stop next to him.

“I am?” A soft blush reaches Leon’s cheeks as he looks down at you.

“Come on, Darling. I didn’t mean anything by it. Don’t be like that.” Carlos chuckles as his eyes scan up and down your body. You roll your eyes at the dark haired man and then look at Leon, standing on your toes in the water and kissing his cheek. Yeah, maybe you were trying to get a rise out of Carlos. You loved it though. Leon gasps as his face becomes a deeper shade of red. It made you giggle as you landed back on your feet under the water. Carlos smirks and dives under the water. You watch as his figure gets closer underneath you. You squeal as he jumps up and out of the water, right behind you, his hands then resting on your hips. You were now in between the two of them, your face now red.

“Aw, are you gonna get shy now?” Carlos stares down at you as his thumbs rub circles on your hips, causing your heart to beat so loud you couldn’t even hear yourself think.

“No.” You scoff as you roll your eyes, looking at Leon, who now faces you. You bite down on your bottom lip, feeling the nerves get to you. Stuck between two, hot, half naked, wet men. Yeah, you had to be dreaming. But the tightening of Carlos’s grip made it feel just as real as it is.

“She’s pretty like this, huh, Leon?” Carlos chuckles.

“She is.” Leon’s thumb strokes over your cheek as you meet his eye. You can feel as Carlos leans closer to your ear, his hot breath brushing your skin.

“You have goosebumps.” He whispers against your ear, his nose skimming over your skin.

“What?” You gasp as you pull your eyes from Leon and look back at Carlos.

“You have goosebumps.” His hand rises out of the water and trails over your arm, where the hair stood up. “And I know there is no way you are cold.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because you are stuck between two warm bodies and it is already pretty hot out.” Carlos chuckles in your ear, sending more shivers along your body. It is like electricity as you feel Leon’s hands caress over your sides. You take a deep inhale as you close your eyes, taking in all the feelings.

“Give us the word, and we will do it.” Carlos whispers. It. You knew exactly what he meant. It was something you had wanted to do for quite a while.

“Please.” You beg, your voice just above the whisper. With that one word, Carlos was attacking your neck with kisses, which made your heart pound even louder from the action. As Carlos was working on one side of your neck, Leon leans forward and leaves kisses along the other side. It made you let out a gasp of pure enjoyment as both men step closer to you, Carlos tightly against your back and Leon’s chest against yours.

You had experienced pleasure before but this… this was something you couldn’t put into words. Words couldn’t describe how you felt in this moment. It was raw and beautiful and it didn’t matter about anything besides that it felt amazing. Carlos’s hand slips across your front and into your bottoms. His fingers just grace over your clit causing a jolt of pleasure and a loud gasp to release from the back of your throat.

He lets out a dark chuckle against your neck and moves his fingers back over your clit, placing pressure on it. He rubs slow, torturous circles as you let out lewd noises that filled the air. You grip onto Leon’s arms, looking for stability anywhere. You had no doubt your neighbors would know what was going on in your backyard, even if it was fenced in.

“You make such pretty noises.” Leon whispers against your neck as his hands move up your sides to cup your breasts. You were breathing heavily as you rested your head back on Carlos’s shoulder.

“She does, doesn’t she?” Carlos had a wide smirk plastered on his face as he was still rubbing circles on your clit.

“Fuck…” You let out a heavy gasp, your chest heaving up and down into Leon’s hands.

“Well, that's not such a pretty word coming from those pretty lips.” Carlos’s voice was extremely cocky.

“Shut up.” Your hips buck against his hand as he slows his rubbing even more.

“Ah, ah, ah. Do you want to be rewarded with our touch? Because if so, you need to be nicer.” You open your eyes and look up at him with a glare as you continue to moan and gasp softly, your breath hitting his face. “I mean…” Carlos begins to remove his hand from your bikini bottoms. You grip his wrist quickly with one of your hands.

“No… please don’t stop.” You whimper as you feel the pleasure receding. Leon glances up at Carlos, your breasts still in his hands, but not moving.

“But you were being mean. That doesn’t deserve a reward.” Carlos raises an eyebrow.

“No… I didn’t mean it… Carlos.” You whimper as you reach your hand up to his face and cup it in your desperate need to get him and Leon to please you again.

“I don’t know, darling. I don’t think you deserve it.” His eyes lock with yours.

“Please.” You beg, leaning up a bit and pressing your lips softly to his for a few moments. He smiles softly in the kiss just before you pull away.

“Good girl.” He chuckles as his fingers find your clit again sending a jolt of electric pleasure through your body, causing you to tremble a bit under his touch. Leon takes to now slip his hands under your bikini top and massaging your breasts under his hands, his palms swiping your nipples as he does so.

Your hand that was on Carlos’s face slides up to his hair, gripping at the thick locks. Your other hand claws into Leon’s arm. This was just some touching. You were completely at their mercy. Leon leaves gentle kisses along your chest and shoulders. You arch your back, your chest pressing further into Leon’s hands.

Each touch just sent another wave of pleasure coursing through your veins. Each gasp becomes a little louder. And just as you felt yourself beginning to reach the finish, Carlos slips a finger into your hole, his thumb still working on your clit.

“Oh shit!” You whimper at the unexpected, but welcomed, feeling. Carlos’s other hand takes your face by the chin.

“Language, darling.” He smirks, enjoyment coming from messing with you. Your eyelids flutter closed as your eyes roll back, his middle finger moving in and out of your cunt. In the midst of it all, Leon pulls down the cup of your top and leans down, taking your nipple into his mouth, his tongue working wonders.

“Carlos… Leon…” Both their names came out as broken cries of pleasure. Your legs were trembling under the water as your nails drag along Leon’s bicep. With a light tug at Carlos’s hair, and a grunt earned from it, you are whimpering wildly as your walls clench on Carlos’s finger with your release. As Carlos slows his pace and pulls his hand from your bottoms, Leon lifts his head from your nipple. Both of them had eyes on you, soaking in your post orgasm state.

Your breathing was heavy as you looked up through hooded eyelids, meeting Leon’s eyes. “You’re such a mess already.” He had a small smirk on his face.

“And we aren’t even finished with ya’.” Carlos chuckles as his nose brushes against your neck, the smell of your arousal and sweat, turning him on further. You could already feel it. Him and Leon were both erect and their swim trunks were tight.

“I need you both to take me.” You beg as you glance between the two of them.

“At the same time?” Leon looked at you in a small state of shock.

“I have multiple holes for a reason.” You seductively bit down on your bottom lip as you meet his eye.

“I like how your dirty little mind works, Y/n.” Carlos lets out a low, dark chuckle that came from his chest.

Within an instant the two of them had you completely undressed in between them before discarding their own trunks. All your clothing was tossed onto the ground at the side of the pool. You could now feel each of their erect cocks, rubbing against your skin. Leon’s against your stomach, and Carlos’s against your back and ass.

You gasp as you feel Carlos lift you up, hands on your inner thighs so your legs are spread open. You lean back against his chest for stability, Leon’s hands holding you by the hips. Carlos leans against the wall of the pool as the two of them hold you up. It was obvious they didn’t need assistance from each other to hold you up but it made it all hotter.

“You go in her first.” Carlos grunts as he looks at Leon. Leon nods and you feel his tip rub against your entrance. He meets your eye and a small nod was all he needed to push his whole cock into you at once. You let out a cry of pleasure, and a small amount of pain. It had been a while since you had sex so it was a bit uncomfortable at first. But within a few thrusts your walls wrapped around his length perfectly.

“You ready, darling?” Carlos whispers in your ear, his accent strong with each word. It had you melting in his arms.

“Yes…” You let out a breathy moan as Leon places his hand on one of your thighs for Carlos. Carlos takes a hold of his cock and lines up with your ass. His tip grazes your tight hold and it causes you to tense a bit. You never took someone back there before.

“You need to let yourself relax.” Carlos rubs circles into your thigh he was still holding as Leon slows to a stop to let your body calm. You let out a deep breath, closing your eyes and letting my body relax, waiting for him. You feel Carlos reach to your pussy and smear some of your wetness to your back end and his cock, to lube you up. You were soaked that even the water wasn’t completely washing it away. Carlos lines up with your hole and very cautiously sinks in with a groan. You let out a whimper of pain, the walls of your ass clenching tightly on him.

“Fuck… It- it's so tight…” Carlos stutters with a grunt. You were shaking as he bottoms out and places his hand back on your thigh. He places his forehead against your shoulder as he gasps. As he holds his place to let your body adjust, Leon begins his pace again in an attempt to allow pleasure to take over the pain.

“Shit… She's clenching so much.” Leon whimpers as his fingertips dig into your hips. Each movement sent the water around you three splashing a bit. Your eyes roll back as the feeling of it all quickly becomes a lot. You felt full. Your body is in a mix of pain and pleasure, already overstimulated from earlier. With slow, long thrusts, Carlos begins to move.

It started off painful but each move was a step closer to your body giving into the pleasure the two men were bringing you. Within a few minutes both men were thrusting into your holes at fast paces that had your jaw hanging open, your moans piercing the air. All that could be heard was grunts, groans and cries of pleasure, mixed with the splashing of the water.

It didn’t take long for your body to begin to tremble against theirs. “You like that?” Leon mutters against the skin of your chest, kissing it.

“Yeah, she does. She loves being this full with the cocks of her two best friends.” Carlos grunts out as he drinks in the mess they were making you. It was a beautiful sight. Mouth open, body practically limp and to their mercy now, eyes rolled back, cheeks flushed, and body damp from a mix of sweat and water.

The two mens rhythms lined up perfectly, slamming deeply into your holes, which clenched hard on them. Neither of them thought they could last long, but it was clear you couldn’t either.

“Where do you want us to cum, sweetheart?” Carlos gasps into your ear.

“Inside. Inside me, please. Fill me up.” You whine through the pleasure, each stroke pushing me to the edge. The louder they got was more of a signal to their pending release. Your whole body was shaking from head to toe. Even the guys were trembling. You had your back roughly pressed against Carlos’s chest, nails digging into the flesh of Leon’s shoulders.

“I can’t hold on…” Leon gasps as he buries his face in your neck. One last thrust and he was finished, coating your walls with his seed. It took a few more thrusts out of Carlos to then release his hot cum inside your ass. This all sent you over the edge as they both filled you up. Your body shivered with its release as you arch your back, letting out loud whines.

Each of you came down from your highs with heavy breathing as both men stilled inside you. Your body, now completely limp in their arms, could barely move aside from trembling.

“How about we clean you up and take you inside?” Carlos’s lips skim over the temple of your head.

“We can lay with you in between us.” Leon cups your cheek with a gentle hand.

You give a breathless nod with a small smile, having a strong feeling this wasn’t over.

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just-that-celestial-mage · 10 months

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Caught red handed

{You catch Leon in a time of need}

Thank you to this Annon who planted this idea in my brain, enjoy my lovelies! 💕

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Slow days in the office were few and far between, but when they did happen, god, they were boring. The time seemed to go much slower than normal, the minutes felt like hours as it neared eight pm.

You sigh, looking over at the clock for what had to be the hundredth time in the last two minutes. Your chin resting on your palm. Almost everyone had gone home and there was nothing left to do, so perhaps that’s why you decided to check up on Leon, knowing he had a lot of work to do. After all, he does the same thing for you.

You knock gently before walking in, without really thinking. You frown softly in confusion at the way Leon scrambles, frantically, to close his laptop, eyes wide with shock, and his face flushed with a distinct red dusting his cheeks.

“Are you okay sir?” You ask, with the sweetest tone he's ever heard as you walk over to him. He nods his head, clearing his throat.

He doesn’t answer, he can’t. The words stuck in the back of his throat, and all he can manage to stutter out is a small, ‘I’m okay’ through uneven breaths, sitting up slightly in his chair as he does.

You don’t believe him, and he knows deep down you can see right through him and his filthy secret. So when you reach over to open up his laptop he doesn’t stop you, he knows he’s already caught.

His laptop lights up, and your Twitter page is on full display. Chest bare and your fingers pressed against your clit, over a cute pair of panties, you had brought.

Leon wants the floor to open up and swallow him whole as he watches your eyes widen along with the shaky sigh that falls from your supple lips. Whatever insults you're about to hurl at him, well, he ultimately deserves it.

But then he catches the smirk that adorns your pretty face, the flash of mischief that flickers through your eyes, as you ask him, “Do you like what you see, sir?” You smile, brushing his fringe away from his eyes. He can’t look at you far too ashamed of you catching him.

In all honesty, Leon can’t believe this is happening and he would be completely lying if he said that it wasn’t turning him on.

“Of course I do- you- you’re beautiful” he breathes out, a confession that takes you back a little bit. He looks up at you through his eyelashes as you guide his hands to the zipper in the back of your skirt.

Your hand trails down his chest towards his crotch, ghosting over his hard cock. “How long have you known it was me?” You ask, enjoying the way he lets out an almost pitiful whimper, breath hitching.

“A while- oh fuck” he whines at the loss of contact as you pull away. He watches with wide eyes as you tug down your skirt and Leon rushes to push aside all the papers, making room for you to sit before him on the dark wooden desk.

His hands resting against your knees as they trail upward, gentle fingers running along your inner thigh.

“Do they look familiar?” You ask him, taking his hands in your own, stopping them from wandering across your body. He nods, looking down at your panties with a smile.

You lean forward slightly, your hands still holding his, “How badly do you want to touch me?” You whisper, watching his eyes flicker down to your chest.

“So bad baby. You’re all I think about” he admits with a sigh, hands itching to touch you again. And you grant him his wish, watching them wander back up your thighs.

You don’t stop him when he starts to unbutton your blouse, letting the soft fabric fall down your shoulders revealing the matching bra. Leon admires you, with a hushed, “Oh fuck, sweetheart”, his rough hands caressing your sides, rubbing at your hips as they trail back down over your thighs.

He stands up suddenly, and it’s then you see just how painfully turned on he is, the sight makes you gasp. “Like what you see?” He smirks, standing in between your legs.

Leon leans into you, lips ghosting over your own. “Very much, sir” you whisper, gentle hands pushing his blazer off his shoulders as he kisses you, chasing after your mouth as if he’s been dying to do this for the past year, and honestly he has.

Your fingers thread through his hair, urging him closer to you as he pushes his tongue against yours, allowing the desperate need for you to overtake his senses. His lips trail over to your jaw traversing down to your neck, as he peppers hot kisses to the sensitive skin. “Lay back honey” he whispers against your neck.

You do as he asks, laying back slightly, propping yourself up on your elbows while he sits back down, His lips trailing along your thighs as your hips squirm in anticipation.

“Making your dreams come true huh?” He smirks, his fingers ghosting along your cunt, over your underwear. “I read what you write baby. Read all about how badly you wanna be eaten out on a desk, my desk” his finger pushes the damp fabric to the side whilst his other hand pushes your legs further apart.

And before you can even come up with a response his tongue is trailing up your slick folds, circling at your clit, hot and wet against you. “Fuck!- I write them about you” you admit through whine, fingers threading through his soft hair as he sucks at your clit.

Your confession goes straight to his dick as he palms himself through his work slacks. The thought of you sitting down and writing all those filthy thoughts about him drives him absolutely insane.

He slips his fingers inside you with ease, the mixture of his spit and your pleasure makes it all too easy. Leon moans against your clit, mumbling something about how 'wet you are' as he curls his fingers deep inside you, making you arch into his touch.

“This what you do in your spare time? Fantasise about fucking your boss?” He asks, playful mockery lacing his tone as he bites at your inner thighs.

“Ha- you can’t say that as if you don’t jerk off to my nudes, in your office” you scoff, whining out in desperation as he goes back to sucking at your clit.

You can feel yourself getting closer, the feeling of his calloused fingers slipping in and out of you with his tongue lapping at your clit, it makes your head spin in ways you didn't think were imaginable.

You sit you pushing at Leon’s shoulder as he pulls away from you with a slightly perplexed look. “I want you- inside me” you huff.

“I was inside you” he chuckles. God, he’s lucky he’s so hot.

“Not what I meant.” You tell him, reaching down to his cock, you smile when his breath hitches. “You know exactly what I want,” you whisper.

With that Leon grabs your hips, tugging you off the desk as you gasp softly and you get the hint pretty quickly as you turn around. Leon’s hands immediately grope at your ass as you wiggle your hips, teasing him.

He tugs your underwear off letting it fall to your ankles as he nudges your legs apart, and you can hear him unzip his trousers as he pulls his cock out, stroking himself a few times before lining himself up with you. Leon doesn’t have the patience to tease you any longer, so instead he pushes himself deep into you.

“Fuck- baby you’re so tight” he whines, leaning to press kisses to your shoulders as he whispers endearments into your skin.

“Leon- please. Fuck me.” You beg, pushing back on him as he grasps at your hips.

He gives you what you want, setting a mind-numbing pace. His hips snap against your ass as you meet him halfway. The lewd squelching noise of your wet cunt tantalises him as he continues to fuck you senselessly.

“God Leon- feel so good” you mewl, as he moans into your neck, whimpering about how close he is as his thrust become a lot more sloppier.

“Are- fuck- are you close?” he moans, as his arm slips around your waist, bringing his fingers to circle your clit, and he groans when he feels you tense around him.

Your nails dig into his wooden desk as your hips move against his own, “Yes!- m’so close Leon, gonna cum” you blabber on without a thought as he continues to fuck you over his desk.

“Shit- where d’you want me sweetheart?” His tone weak as he loses himself to his own pleasure.

Your mind becomes all foggy, and the only thing you can stutter out is a breathy “In- inside” as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“You sure?” Leon asks. Ever the sweetheart.

And in return you gasp out a sting of ‘Yes’ chanting the three letters, as he fucks into you, until you both lose yourselves, cumming together through heavy, uneven breaths while he fucks you through your orgasm, a sudden warmth filling you up. Leon peppers soft kisses against your neck, trailing over to your shoulders as you both start to come steadily down from your highs.

He warns you softly before pulling out of you with a wince. He pulls his trousers back up. “That was-” he trails off, watching as you tug your panties back up, along with your black skirt.

“Really good?” You ask with a giggle, sitting yourself in his chair as he drapes his blazer over your shoulders.

“Better than good” he walks over to the water dispenser and pours you a drink, handing it to you with a sweet smile.

You thank him as you take a sip, “I take it I lived up to your dreams?” Leon doesn’t respond at first, instead, he tucks your hair behind your ear, kissing the corner of your mouth before whispering the gentle words, “You’ve never disappointed me. Ever.” And despite the fact you’ve both just had sex in his office, it's his words that make you go all bashful a warmth bleeding across your chest.

“I’ll call you a taxi, yeah? Go clean up and get some sleep, sweetheart” he says, care dripping from his tone, “Oh-and make sure you call me when you get home” All you can do in return is nod and thank him yet again.

Once you get back to your apartment you notice a small plastic bag, full of Thai food, only your favourites, and you smile to yourself when you realise Leon must have ordered it for you. Your sweet loving boss, you'll have to come up with a way to pay him back.

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I almost didn’t post this because I was crumbling under the pressure of this not being good enough. But anyway I hope you enjoyed it!

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just-that-celestial-mage · 10 months

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something permanent, pt. 7 ♡ yandere!leon kennedy x reader

nsfw (18+) - minors. i stg. do not interact or i will call the cops

reminder that this is a dark fic, if any of the following bothers/triggers you, do not read: yandere!leon kennedy, kidnapping, forced daddy kink, forced breeding, pregnancy, dubcon

in other words, dead dove: do not eat !!! u have been warned and u are responsible for ur own media consumption.

chapter index: pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6

‘something permanent’: the spotify playlist

word count: 5.9k

description: darling and leon attend their first doctor’s appointment, stirring up wildly different emotions for them both. darling grapples with her pregnancy symptoms, and by extension, so does leon. thankfully, he’s more than happy to do what he can to help…

tags/warnings: yandere!leon kennedy, fem/afab!reader, no use of (y/n), kidnapping, forced daddy kink, forced breeding, pregnancy, tokophobia, pet names (princess, angel, dolly, pup/puppy, etc.), praise, brief hospital scene (no needles or blood or anything gory tho), food/eating mentions, reader struggles w her body image, reader goes nonverbal for a little bit, oral sex (f receiving)

a/n: HIIIIII OMGGG i did NOT expect to finish this tonight but then by some fucking miracle it happened SO ENJOY??!!! i hope it was worth the wait ;w; while i have u here, i think now is a good time to mention that the next few weeks are about to be criminally busy for me so the next update might be a bit of a wait. i have a friend coming to town for a few weeks on top of a massive week-long local event that i simultaneously have to report on for my job ;n; so i will be a busy bee, but i always appreciate everyone’s patience ;w; <3333 love u !!!!!!

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just-that-celestial-mage · 10 months

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All hail ID! Leon!!! I’m wondering how he would reacts when his Reader! young gf got kidnapped or been taken as hostage. Let’s just say maybe she got at the wrong place wrong time? Chris and Leon partnered up to save her 🫢 (I don’t want Leon go thru this alone, he got enough shit already tbh)

(I don’t know if you’re gonna write this up or not but whatever it is, stay safe and take care of yourself gorl 🩵)

Leon S Kennedy - Help Me

ID!Leon is my favorite Leon no questions about it. I have this headcanon that ID!Leon is the one with the most confidence in his skills & second most optimistic Leon era just due to his successes ( saving ashley and the ‘dozens of successful missions’ that shen mei references ). Anyway, watch me rip that all away in one fell swoop.

cw for : f!reader, kidnapping, swearing, blood mention, implied age gap (up to you tbh), reckless driving, chris redfield, it’s mostly just a mess of angst and anger.

gentle reminder that all of my works sfw or not are intended for 18+ audiences.

The inbox is open for requests.

How many times had he told you to lock the goddamned doors?

Fingers drum against the steering wheel as he weaves in and out of traffic. His phone trilled in his ear as he drove and the longer it rang, the more his gut bubbled with anxiety.

“Pick up the fucking phone Redfield.”

The scene was still vivid in his mind. Your front door slightly ajar as he pulled up to your house. Leon had immediately been put on edge by this. The overwhelming feeling of panic however, didn’t set in until he noticed the bright red smear across the white painted wood.

Inside the house wasn’t much better, turned over from top to bottom. Every single one of your meticulously placed photos and knickknacks were strewn smashed on the floor, broken glass, plastic and porcelain everywhere. All decorated with a spattering of red. The same scene played out in each and every one of the rooms. It didn't seem to be a run of the mill robbery though. Nothing of value was missing, nothing besides you.

The worst part was the way your phone went to voicemail every single time he called.

“Hello?”

Leon’s torn from his thoughts at the sound of the voice on the other end of the phone. Chris Redfield.

“Answer the phone any slower?” he’s snappy, frustrated, scared.

It must have been obvious, with the way the concern laced into Chris’s words. “Leon? Is something wrong?”

“She’s gone, Chris. The house is a mess and her phone just goes straight to voicemail. Someone was there, and I think they took her.”

The word vomit just spews from his lips as he switches lanes again, white-knuckling the steering wheel as icy eyes dart around. He’s not sure where he’s going, what he’s looking for. He’s not sure of anything anymore.

Had he gotten too cocky, too lax in his security? Everything had been going so well since Ashley. He had been saving people. What the fuck went wrong? Fuck, he should have pressed the issue harder when he asked you to move in with him. At least there he could have kept a better eye on you, kept you safe. This wouldn’t have happened.

Leon was spiraling.

“Are you still with me, Kennedy?” Chris’s voice broke through the haze again.

"Yeah." Barely.

"You sure she was at home? She's probably just not answering your calls."

Chris didn't know you, didn't know that you didn't just ignore phone calls, especially not his calls. You weren't just ignoring him.

"I wouldn't have called you if I thought she was just ignoring my calls. The place was torn up Redfield. Whoever it was, was looking for something. There was blood fucking everywhere." His words came out more aggressive than intended.

They had to, he needed to get his point across.

“Okay, yeah that’s bad. But I can’t just get clearance to do anything..”

“I’m not asking you to deploy the BSAA. I’m asking you to help me” Leon cut him off.

The silence that hangs makes him regret calling Chris. Had he made a call to the wrong Redfield? He should have just called Claire. She wouldn’t have hesitated so much, wouldn’t have wasted so much time. That was if she even picked up the phone.

Either way, for once, he couldn’t do this on his own. Not like this.

"Go home. I'll meet you there. We'll figure this out okay? Don't do anything stupid Leon."

"Yeah."

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Your head is aching, forehead damp with sweat or blood ( you're not sure which ), feet sore and bloodied from stumbling through the shattered glass on your living room floor. Eyes are covered with a thick blindfold, and the room is dark and quiet.

All alone with your thoughts. Thoughts of how you ended up here. How you had been so distracted, unable to notice the men coming in through the unlocked front door. One snatching you up as the other set out to look for something, smashing everything in his path. Your screams fell on deaf ears, feet being dragged through the mess on the floor as you struggled to break free.

Until a sharp pain to the back of the head forced you into unconsciousness.

There's the sound of shuffling, metal clinking, and there's something pressed to your ear. A phone? There's a few moments of trilling rings before a voice answers with a panicked "Hello?"

"Leon?"

Your voice is hoarse from the screaming earlier, and tears sting at your eyes.

"Baby where are you?" You've never heard him sound like this, scared.

"I don't know, Lee. Help me. I don't know where I am. It's dark and I'm scared."

Before he can respond, the phone is pulled from your ear. The scream ripped from your throat as his voice was cut off by the phone being hung up. A sharp laugh caused a shiver to course through you as you struggled against your bindings.

"Think that got his attention, hm princess?"

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uh i don't know where I was going to go with this, meaning cliffhanger!!! one person says they want more & i'll plan out more <3

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just-that-celestial-mage · 10 months

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don't you stop

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

summary: leon kennedy is a munch

word count: 1.5k

warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f!receiving), dirty talk (a little bit), overstimulation, face riding, fingering, multiple orgasms

a/n: i know he gives the best head. i just know it. (because he gave me some last night) title taken from honeypie by jawny

“Leon,” you sighed breathily, his name coming out as more of a moan than a command, as you intended. You tapped his head, your fingers still tangled in his hair. Your back was arched, your eyes squeezed shut. “I have to go to work.”

“I do, too,” Leon mumbled, only pulling away from your pussy enough to speak, the vibrations from his voice still shooting throughout your body. Your fingers gripped the sheets, fighting yourself from letting a moan come tumbling out. A moan would only encourage him.

But anything would encourage him, honestly. It was impossible to not encourage him when what he was doing felt so good. His fingers dug into your hips, the prints burned into your skin from how hard and long he had been holding them there. He pressed your hips into the mattress, keeping you as still as possible. He shoved his tongue out of his mouth, flicked it along your folds, letting it slip inside. He pressed his nose against your clit, shaking his head from side to side, teasingly lapping at all the wetness that covered a layer over his tongue.

You squirmed slightly, pushing his head away again. His eyelashes fluttered as he looked up at you, his fingers stretching along your hips.

“Then shouldn’t we be getting ready?” You asked, trying to sound as genuine as possible.

“One more,” Leon begged, his voice soft and cooing. He pulled at your hips, pulling you closer to him. You let out a small whine, your fingers tightening on his hair.

Letting Leon do one more was basically letting him do fifteen more which was basically letting him do thirty more. He had already been between your legs since he woke up, immediately sliding down and spreading them apart, making comments about how you were already wet for him. He knew every spot that made you tick, knew where to kiss to get your hips bucking, knew just how to push his tongue inside you slowly and firmly enough to get your mouth to only be able to form his name.

That was two hours ago. Usually, Leon woke up early to take a shower, but this morning it was to eat you out until you weren’t able to walk for the rest of the day.

“Leon…” Your voice trailed off, anything else that you were going to say cut off because Leon had now shoved his face back between your folds, his nose shoving up against your clit. He licked a long stripe on your slit, then he placed a wet kiss on your hole.

“You have one more in you, don’t you?” he pleaded, his big blue eyes staring at you with anticipation and neediness. “Please, baby, just one more.”

You looked down at him. He knew that giving you that look made you melt and you’d let him do anything he wanted. That was how he got you in this position anyway, on your back with your legs spread for him, him eating you out as if it was his last meal- he looked at you with his pleading eyes and said how much he needed you, how he had dreamed about you all night, how he craved your taste.

How could you possibly say no to him?

“O-one more,” you said, your voice shaking. You lowered your back onto the mattress, feeling Leon smile against your pussy. You gulped, sliding your hands through his hair and pressing your palms against the back of his head. He liked when you played with his hair while he was doing it, and even though your brain was hazy from cumming more times than you could count, you tried your best to pet his head.

But Leon knew how to eat pussy, so it was hard to stay focused. He slid his hand down your hip and then wrapped it underneath your thigh. You felt his hands, warm and sweaty from gripping onto you for so long. He pushed your leg up, raising it so that it was hanging over his shoulder. He moved his other hand, sliding it down and pressing his fingers against your other thigh. He gave it a shove, pushing it further apart so that he could press his face even more against your cunt, as if that was even possible.

You felt him place a messy kiss against your slit, gentle and reassuring, telling you that he knew what he was doing. Then, he shoved his tongue out, letting out a low moan from deep within his throat. It was amazing that he could get off so much from eating you out that he couldn’t help but let out his own whimpers. Just that thought alone could probably make you cum, but at this moment it only added to the pleasure of feeling him plunge his tongue inside you. He curled it, pressing the tip up to a sensitive spot that he knew you liked. He pressed hard, smiling to himself. Your throat was dry as you heaved, every moan in your body having already been clawed out of you by the face between your legs.

He pulled his tongue out, pushing the flat part of his tongue against your wetness and licking up. His tongue found your clit, and he circled the tip around for a moment before leaning back. He glanced up at you, and then you saw him purse his lips. A second later, you felt the feeling of your pussy getting more wet than before and then Leon’s fingers moved from your thigh, rubbing his spit into you. You moaned, squirming, and you felt his other hand press against your hip, holding you down on the mattress. He tutted to himself, shaking his head slightly, but still keeping the smile on his face. He ran his finger along your pussy lips and then moved his hand back to your thigh, pushing your leg apart once again.

Then, Leon wrapped his red, plump lips around your clit and sucked hard. Your back arched, your body leaving the mattress. Leon let you, but only because your grip on his hair tightened and you pushed his face further into you. He moaned, sending vibrations throughout your body as he continued to suck your clit. You felt his fingers move again, and then he pushed them inside you. You felt his nose press against the fat part of your pussy, his face fully shoved against you.

Two fingers pushed in and out of you, Leon having already made you cum enough that he could easily fit them inside. It wasn’t like his fingers were small, either. They filled you up, the rough calluses scraping against your walls, sending sparks throughout your body. His lips, wet with your slick and his spit, sucked your clit, easing it every few minutes with a kiss and a soft lick, only to go back to sucking. A few times you felt him spit more, using it to push his fingers further inside you, reaching a deepness that you didn’t even know was possible to get to with just fingers.

You pulled his hair, swearing out moans and groans, saying his name mixed with a few “please, don’t stop”s. And he didn’t. He didn’t stop pumping his fingers into you, didn’t move his mouth from your cunt. Your body was on fire and you felt the coils in your tummy tightening. You clenched, pulling his hair particularly hard and shoving his face against you. Then, the coils came loose and so did you. You came undone around his fingers, bucking your hips up into his face. He continued to slowly thrust his fingers inside you, lazily planting kisses all around your pussy and thighs. When your grip loosened on his hair and your body fell against the mattress, Leon pulled away.

“Work?” he asked, looking up at you.

You raised up slightly, looking down at him. His face was a mess, his lips bright red and swollen. His cheeks were flushed bright, his hair hanging in his eyes, which were big and full of stars, his pupils filling up the entire iris. His lashes fluttered, his lips slightly parted. He licked them, tilting his head with a quizzical look. One corner of his lip was curved upwards in a slight smile.

“One more,” you breathed, letting your upper body fall back against the mattress. You tangled your fingers in his hair again, pushing his face against you once more.

He let out a breathy laugh, but then got right back to work- if it was up to him, this would be his real job.

“Maybe I should pay you,” you breathed.

“No need,” he said, placing a small kiss on my clit. “We all gotta eat to survive, right?”

You let out a groan at his lame joke, but it was cut off by a moan brought about by another kiss to your sensitive bud.

“We’re gonna be late for work,” you said.

“Who cares?” he replied.

And he was right.

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just-that-celestial-mage · 10 months

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cockwarming him

re2, re4 leon x fem reader

cw bondage, masturbation. minors dni

re2 leon

you’ve been sitting on leon’s cock for what feels like hours now, unmoving, leaving him helpless beneath you. the rope that binds his wrists above his head keeps him from touching you, from letting him cup your tits and kiss them the way he wants to. his eyebrows knit together almost like he’s in pain and he lets out a whimper, trying to buck his hips up, anything to feel some friction. “baby please.”

all he can do is watch as your hand trails down that pretty tummy of yours down to your clit, rubbing slow circles on it. a noise leaves his throat as he feels your pussy squeeze around him, and leon nearly lets out a sob, his abdomen flexing in attempt to weakly thrust his hips. his wrists strain against the rope as he tries to touch you, wanting so badly to replace your hands with his and knead your tits and rub that pretty clit, but he can’t. it's pure torture, even worse that he has to feel it too, every clench of your pussy making him let out a frustrated whine. “fuck angel, don’t do this to me, please. need you so bad i can’t take it, fuck me baby please-“

maybe it’s his begging, maybe it’s because your fingers aren’t enough, but he lets out a choked cry you finally fuck yourself on him, bouncing and rolling your hips onto his over and over. “oh my god,” he slurs, his head lolling back and hitting the headboard with a thump. it feels too good, he can’t help but twitch his hips up to meet yours, fucking so deep into your sticky heat that his eyes roll to the back of his head. he's so close already, so sensitive from being buried inside you for so long. his abdomen tenses and it’s not long before he’s cumming thick, hot ropes into you, watching it coat your thighs as you fuck him through his sensitivity.

re4r leon

leon loves to cockwarm after he returns from a long mission. he loves to keep you seated on his cock while he runs his hands all over your body like he’s trying to commit every little detail of you to memory. maybe he is, because in a few days he’ll be replaying how soft you felt when he leaves again, this time for spain. so let him take his time, let him worship you and revel in your softness before it’s gone all too soon.

“missed you, pretty girl,” he murmurs as he leans forward, lips soft as he kisses all over the underside of your tit, his hand kneading the other. “so much.” you let out a gasp, and that’s a sound leon’s missed. he needs to hear more, wrapping his lips around a nipple and sucking gently, letting his tongue flick against it until it's hard. he groans feeling you clench around his cock but doesn’t move an inch, gripping the fat of your hip tightly to keep you from grinding too much.

it’s too tempting to start thrusting inside you, especially with the way you’re whimpering his name, but leon needs to feel you cum, needs to make up for all the time he was gone. so he brings a hand down to your clit to soothe your ache, rolling it between his fingers and making you moan so pretty for him, a sound leon knows he’ll think about when he’s alone on his next mission and stroke his cock to, wishing he was in this moment with you again.

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just-that-celestial-mage · 10 months

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How about Leon x reader one where Leon is a lot more experienced than reader and because of that and the whole Ada situation (with her just randomley appearing) she’s been putting off having sex with Leon.. Leon finally catches on and reassures her that she is all he wants and then they gave sex

the end ⭐️⭐️⭐️❤️

Yessss Ada angst is just *chefs kiss*

Ily ⭐️🫶

Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: nsfw, slight angst, p in v, soft dom!Leon, oral sex (fem receiving), mention of aftercare

Word count: 2.3k

Leon Masterlist

You and Leon have been dating for a little over a year now, you love this man so much and you know he feels the same about you.

Even so, the two of you still haven’t had sex.

Honestly the two of you have barely done anything other than make out. There were a handful of times where you jacked him off while he rubbed your clit, but other than that, the two of you have done nothing together sexually.

Leon has tried to take the next step before, pull you into his lap while kissing you, rubbing your thighs or slipping his hands under your shirt. You always stopped him though, saying you weren’t ready or that you weren’t in the mood.

He was always a gentleman, saying that it was perfectly fine and that you guys would go at your pace. You were thankful, of course, but it also made you feel guilty.

The truth was, it’s not that you weren’t ready. God did you want that man to fuck you senseless, but you were scared you wouldn’t be good enough. You weren’t very experienced sexually, and you don’t want to sound like one of those girlfriends, but he is.

Leon has been very honest with you about his lack of a stable relationship before you. How he spent years just bed hopping and never settling down, especially with a reoccurring morally grey, red wearing, freelance agent.

So you were scared you wouldn’t be able to live up to his expectations, even though you knew logically that he didn’t have any.

Tonight had been one of these moments, the two of you were making out and Leon pulled you into his lap. His hands gripped your hips and pulled you closer, letting you feel just how hard he was.

You moaned but instinctively pulled away, feeling that small bit of panic building. Leon’s face instantly softened, but he also looked confused and it made you feel even more guilty than usual.

“Baby,” He started, tone soft, “You know I’m more than willing to wait until you’re comfortable to have sex, and I don’t want you to feel pressured by any means, but is it something I’m doing?”

A different type of panic filled you, “No! Oh my god, Leon no absolutely not! You’re perfect and probably really good at it and just, you’ve probably had sex with women who know exactly how to make you feel good and I’ve barely done anything and-“

Your rambling was cut off by Leon putting his hand over your mouth. You looked at him, not having even realized you were looking at your lap in your panic, and saw his look of confusion had deepened.

“Wait, so the reason you haven’t wanted to have sex is because you don’t think… you’ll be good enough at it for me?” Leon asked, saying the last part like it was painful.

Suddenly embarrassed and with his hand still over your mouth, all you could do was sheepishly nod.

“Oh, honey.” He immediately melted, moving his hand to cup your face and pull you down into a kiss. It was gentle this time and you gripped his t-shirt to ground yourself, your head spinning from the emotional whiplash.

“I love you,” Leon said the moment he pulled away from the kiss, making you smile.

“I love you too.”

“And it doesn’t matter if you’re bad in bed, which I don’t think you will be by the way,” He whispered the last part teasingly, making you blush and giggle, “but even if you are, it’s not a big deal because I love you and I just want to be with you, okay?”

“Leon-“

“Besides,” He cut you off by wrapping his arms around your waist and picking you up, causing you to yelp, “I don’t plan on making you do much of the work, anyway.”

You realized Leon was carrying you in the direction of your shared bedroom, making you squirm “Wait what? Leon-“

“Now that I know what the problem is, my love, I can fix it.” He said, walking into the room and gently setting you on the bed.

He knelt down in front of you and rubbed his hands along your thighs soothingly, “Can I show you how much I want you, and just you?”

You stared at him and he stared right back, his face telling you just how serious he was. In that moment for the first time you didn’t feel scared, you felt wanted.

“Yeah.” You nodded and Leon gave you the sweetest smile.

“Thank you baby,” He said, leaning up and kissing you again, just as sweetly as before.

This time when his hand’s started to slip under your shirt and push the fabric up, exposing your skin, you let him. You didn’t flinch or move away, instead you gasped a little into the kiss, causing him to smirk against you.

“So sensitive,” Leon teased, and you whined a little, pouting into the kiss, “It’s cute baby, don’t worry.”

Leon pulled away from you and slipped your shirt over your head, and both of you were glad you weren’t wearing a bra, having already changed into your pajamas.

Although the two of you haven’t had sex before, that doesn’t mean Leon hasn’t seen you naked. He has, multiple times actually, but this is the first time he’s seeing you naked in a sexual manner. Yes you guys have done touched each other in the past, but it was always with the lights off and clothes on. It was never like this, never something so intimate.

So when you brushed your hair out of your eyes and looked down to see Leon just staring at your chest, you immediately felt uncomfortable.

“Don’t stare,” You mumble, crossing your arms to cover yourself.

Leon blinks a few times and literally shakes his head a few times to snap himself out of whatever trance he was under, before looking at you face again with an embarrassed blush, “Sorry, you’re just really beautiful.”

Now you’re the one that’s blushing, you’re eyes widening. Flustered and embarrassed you huff and reach down, tugging at the collar of his shirt, “Your turn.”

“Okay okay, impatient much?” He teased before standing up and tugging his shirt off, tossing it across the room. You stare at his defined torso, sculpted from both the gym and hard work.

“You have no right to call me beautiful when you look like that.” You hadn’t actually meant to say it out loud, thinking you would be met with a teasing laugh. Instead you were flicked in the forehead.

“We really need to work on your confidence.” Leon huffed, looking at you with almost a sad look in his eyes.

You furrow your eyebrows and open your mouth to say something but he’s already gone back to playful, leaning down to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and ask, “Now, do you think you can lay back on the bed for me pretty girl?”

You’re eyes widen at the pet name and you’re automatically nodding, making him smile, “Good, come on I’ll help you.”

He does, he gently lays your head against the pillows and presses kisses along your lips, cheeks, neck and collarbone as he does so. The further down his mouth travels the wetter the kisses become, making goosebumps appear on your skin and small moans escape your mouth.

“There you go princess, just relax.” Leon whispers against your stomach as his fingers slip into the waistband of your sleep shorts, slowly slipping them off.

“Fuck baby, already so wet for me.” He groaned and you couldn’t help but squirm a little as he practically peeled your panties away from your cunt.

You looked up when he leaned away from you, fully pulling your shorts and underwear off and tossing them without looking, fully focused on your dripping center. That alone had you rolling your hips against nothing, making Leon spread your legs and scoot further down the bed to settle between them, “I know baby, I know just keep your legs spread for me okay?”

His tongue licked a long wet stripe between your folds before you could even nod. You let out a loud moan, your hands instantly flying down to tangle in his hair. He groaned against you, the vibrations of his voice making you roll your hips against his face.

You’ve only ever had one guy go down on you and already Leon far surpassed him. You’re back arched as he circles your clit with his tongue before sucking on it, rolling it a little between his lips.

“F-fuck Leon.” You babble breathlessly, your head turning into the pillow.

He continues like that for a little longer until he moves lower, his tongue nudging your entrance until it’s inside of you. Almost immediately you feel that familiar coil in your abdomen, making you moan louder and pull at Leon’s hair, “I’m so close fuck please I’m gonna-“

With his tongue inside of you and his nose nudging your clit, while he moans likes he’s the one being pleasured, you cum hard. You’re back arches almost painfully and you pull him closer to you, riding out the best high of your life.

As you come down you have to pull Leon off of you, his tongue still thrusting inside of you, overstimulating you.

“Sorry baby,” He mumbled, and you get the feeling he isn’t actually sorry. You look down at him and his mouth and chin are completely covered in your slick, and it’s by far the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

“You feeling okay?”

“Please fuck me.” You beg, reaching down to grab his face and yank him up to you, kissing him despite the mess, “Right now,”

“I planned to.” Leon smirked and gave you another quick kiss before standing up and stepping out of his sweatpants. He was already hard and leaking, and your eyes widened at the sight.

“You had me humping the bed like a teenager there baby, you sounded so hot.” He said reaching into his nightstand drawer and pulling out a condom.

When you raised an eyebrow at the little foil packet he just shrugged, “I like to be prepared.”

You watched as he ripped open the little packet and pulled the condom out, rolling onto his cock after giving it a few strokes.

Leon held his length in his hand, slowly sliding the head through your folds, gathering your slick and working you back up. Soon you were rolling your hips with him, the head of his cock massaging your clit.

“Read baby?” He asked, leaning down so your foreheads were touching.

“Yes.” You moaned, nodding against him.

Leon nodded and leaned back again, watching as he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed in.

“Fuuuuck,” Leon groaned as he watched the head pop inside. Your mouth opened on a silent scream, fists clutching the sheets tightly.

“Hold on to me baby, I’m right here.” Leon whispered, and you immediately wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding onto him as he slid in more. “There you go princess, just stay with me.”

Once he was all the way inside he stopped moving, letting you adjust to the new feeling of him being inside of you. You honestly couldn’t remember the last time you had sex and the feeling was almost overwhelming.

You took some deep breath’s and tried to keep your body relaxed, trying to remember the pleasure from moments ago and not the pain of right now.

The pillow behind your head crinkles suddenly, and you crack an eye open to see Leon white knuckling it. All at once you’re aware of how much he’s twitching inside of you, how hard he’s breathing and his breathy little moans. He’s trying so hard not to move, and you can’t help but smile.

Maybe you really were worried for nothing.

You tilt your head to the side to whisper in his ear, “You can move.”

“Okay,” He says with a raspy voice and slowly starts to roll his hips, causing both of you to moan.

The rolls of his hips turn into thrusts and soon he has a rhythm, fucking into you with purpose. He almost immediately finds your sweet spot, hitting it every time, making you see stars and claw welts on his back.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good just like I imagined. So perfect, absolutely perfect like this on your back for me moaning my name.”

“L-Leon,” You moan exactly like he said, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer, deeper.

“S-shit baby I don’t think I’m gonna last long,” Leon groans into your neck, fucking into you erratically.

“Me too, fuck I’m gonna-“ You’re second orgasm is ripped from you without warning, making your eye’s roll and your legs shake.

“God!” The feeling of your walls tightening around him pulls Leon right along with you, his hips stuttering as he fills the condom.

He fucks both of you through your orgasms until it becomes too much, and he slowly pulls out of you before flopping down next to you on the bed.

The two of you lay there, panting and boneless, and you try not to think about the gross feeling of your slick drying between your legs.

“Wow.” You mumble, staring at the ceiling.

Leon chuckles, “Yeah, wow.”

You hear what sounds like him pulling off the condom but you’re too exhausted to actually sit up and look.

It’s okay though, because suddenly Leon is leaning next to you, head resting on his arm and and a smile on his face, “So, did that help your worries?”

You turn your head a little too face him and give him a small smile, “Yeah, thank you.”

“Of course, my love.” Leon beamed, leaning down to kiss you, “Now why don’t I run us a bath, hmm?”

“That sounds wonderful.”

This might be my best one yet🤔

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just-that-celestial-mage · 10 months

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TOUCHING YOU, TOUCHING ME — leon kennedy

summary: you and leon have only been dating for a couple weeks, but you can't get these pervy thoughts about him out your head!

warnings: nsfw, 18+ ONLY, gn but afab reader, masturbation (both leon/reader), kinda sub leon? but he's mostly just shy ><

NOTE: this is my first piece of writing on here... lmk what you think! feedback and likes/reblogs appreciated. not sure if anyone will like my writing enough for this, but requests are open?

you’ve been dating leon for around two weeks. two weeks and you're already having these perverted thoughts about him.

who could blame you though? he'd been your roommate for over a year now and you'd finally gotten past the unbearable mutual pining after he finally asked you to be his. two weeks ago.

now, you find yourself in his room, wearing one of his shirts and nothing else. a whimper of his name escapes your lips as your nimble fingers play with your clit.

leon's running errands, like he always did. he loved to feel useful, loved helping you out with the littlest of things. you're running low on milk, he pointed out. he'll just pop out and get some. and he'll probably buy at least 3 things he knows you like. because he's just that sweet.

and that fact only makes you throb more; knowing this gorgeous man constantly goes out of his way to do cute little domestic things for you, really gets you going. truth be told, you two hadn't had sex, or come anywhere near. there had been a few hot make out sessions, but these short two weeks hadn't even brought you to second base. you didn't want to rush, but god, did you crave him.

you're so caught up in your thoughts that you don't hear the key turning in the door. you're whining so much you don't hear leon push down the handle, nor do you hear the creak of your apartment door as he opens it. you're so wrapped up in your impending orgasm that you don't hear him calling out your name.

"oh my god. i'm sorry!" that you did hear. your head snaps up and leon is standing in the door frame, hands covering his eyes as he starts to walk away. you quickly get off his bed and you're so embarrassed. you swore you were going to listen out and compose yourself if he got home before you came.

and... awh, fuck. you didn't even get to cum.

but, that wasn't important right now...!

"no, leon," you stood behind him. he daren't turn around. he was so stiff. great. you've made him uncomfortable. "shit. i'm the one who should be sorry."

he turns around to meet your eyes, cheeks red as a beetroot. his hands are conveniently placed over his crotch. without thinking much of it, you reach out to grab his hands, pulling them away. "i'm so sorry. i shouldn't have-"

wearing thin sweatpants was either the most unfortunate or best thing leon had decided upon today. his cock was hard, forming a tent in his pants. you swallow. he shakes his head and opens his mouth "baby, i-"

you let out an 'oh' and somehow, he turns redder. "is that... because?" you half ask, gesturing towards the bed and then back to yourself. leon bites his lip, not making eye contact and nods sheepishly. he opened his mouth to speak, but hesitates. "what is it? you can tell me, i'm sorry." you say.

leon hesitates, but decides on telling you. keeping his head down, he looks at you through his eyebrows. "wanted to keep watching but," his breath hitches as you place a hand on his abs. the same hand you were just touching yourself with. "didn't wanna watch without your permission."

you curse in your head. what a perfect boy you had all for yourself. so polite and respectful. your hand drifts lower until you're hovering over his clothed erection. "you wanna watch me, leon?" your tone was somewhere between low and teasing.

he nods and his hips buckle ever so slightly, so he gets just a little bit of friction from your hand. "please." he whines. you smirk, pressing your hand against his hard-on. he breathes in sharply and lightly grinds against you. he bites his lip as you palm him through his sweatpants.

who are you to deny him? you back away, leaving him with nothing more than the lingering feeling of your hand on his cock. you lay back down on his bed and spread your legs for him. he gasps lightly, still standing in the doorway like a deer caught in headlights. "come here."

you swear you see his pupils dilate as he makes his own way over to the bed. he sits above you with one knee at the side of each of your hips. you take his wrists and place his hands inside the shirt you're wearing, at your sides, allowing him to caress the soft skin of your stomach.

"is this mine?" he eyes the way you look wearing his clothes. you nod, letting your hand trail down as your start gently rubbing your clit again. leon's eyes dart from your hands on your pussy to the way your mouth hangs open in pleasure. his grip on you tightens as he feels his neglected cock leak for you.

you're a little sensitive from your previous endeavours, but it only makes the noises you make sweeter. "what... were you thinking about before?" he asks, timidly. you're not sure if he's genuinely clueless or if he just wants to hear it from you. you, leon... obviously. you were and are in his bed after all.

but, you'll play nice.

"i was imagining you were here with me." his hands leave your sides as he slips his thumbs underneath the waistbands of his pants and boxers. "that's it, leon. go on. touch yourself for me."

he obeys, pulling both layers down to his thighs and letting his hard cock spring free. he locks eyes with you, consumed by lust, as he begins rubbing his length. his tongue wets his lips before they part slightly.

before long, it's clear he's in an internal battle with himself to roll his head back and let the pleasure take over, or keep focused on you. and you're glad he chooses the latter. his eyes on you make you feel incredibly hot and bothered. you pick up your pace a little bit, and leon does too.

you feel the heat coil in your abdomen and you know you're so close. you take a hold of leon's wrist again and he whines at the loss of stimulation on his cock. you can tell by the way it twitches that he's close. you place his hand on your pussy. he wastes no time. he takes over where you left off, putting just the right amount of pressure on your clit.

what kind of monster would you be if you just left him high and dry though? you lean forward and begin pumping his cock just like he was, thumbing over his frenulum. the sound he makes is divine. he starts pleading, near begging with you. chanting over and over again that he's gonna fucking cum.

"me too." you manage to whine out. "wanna... cum on your fingers." he moans too hard at that. such a good listener. he gently pushes two fingers inside your pussy and fucks you at a moderate pace. the way his fingers curl into your g-spot almost immediately has you stringing out his name.

you don't relent on his cock and soon enough, he's whimpering your name following by: "i'm cumming, i'm cumming, i'm fucking cumming." as soon as the first spurt of his cum shoots out, it sends you over the edge and you moan out his name. your pussy walls convulse around his fingers as he covers your chest in his cum.

you're both hot and panting. you collapse back down onto the bed and leon rests his head on your stomach. you reach down, gently petting his hair. "that was..." leon trails off, taking in a big breath.

"shit, yeah." you curse. your chests rise and fall in unison. "so good." you both lie in each other's embrace for a few sweet minutes.

"leon, baby," you begin to shift underneath his weight. "as much as i like cuddling you... i've got your semen all over me."

he laughs shyly. "shower?"

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2 words... Leon cowboy🤭 i saw an edit on tik tok with Leon with a cowboy hat and my heart ❤️‍🔥 just like that. So...yes Yes i request this please. Cowboy Leon x fem! Reader. Thats it. 😌My small heart sends her thanks❤️❤️❤️

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

Pairings: Cowboy!Leon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, grinding, penetrative sex...(NOT PROOFREAD)

Words: 2,681

Synopsis: You and your friends decide to go to a rodeo to enjoy some southern fun but when you all decide to have some fun at a local bar you find yourself talking to a handsome man and when you jokingly wear his cowboy hat you soon are told about the Cowboy Rule

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A/N: I enjoyed writing this since I am in love with cowboys and Leon so having Cowboy Leon...that's like a dream come true. Anyways' hope ya'll enjoy-

Your eyes dart around the entire space around you as your ears are drowned out by cheers and screams for the person who was currently riding a bull. Your friends thought it would be fun to go see a rodeo and so far it had been fun.

You got to see tons of people getting hurled off bulls which was entertaining in itself but you also couldn't help but agree with your friends when they all started to gush over how "hot" some of the cowboys were. Everywhere you looked you saw bandannas, flannels, cowboy hats, and flared jeans. You felt a little bit underdressed wearing your usual jeans and t-shirt but it was still fun getting to see all the hot cowboys and Southern charm.

As your friends ranted about this one man they saw who was about to ride a bull, you found your eyes stuck on someone else. Your eyes were glued to this one cowboy who was busy trying to calm the bull down enough to get the rider on top.

You couldn't see fully from where you were sitting but you could see the man's pretty blonde locks sticking out from underneath his cowboy hot and his crystal blue eyes that narrowed in concentration as he coaxed the bull into temporary peace. You didn't want to admit that you were drooling over him but you knew your friends would tease you if they saw how much you were staring at this guy.

Soon the rider is situated on the bull and a gunshot rings through the air. The gate that leads to the field is kicked open and within a second the bull is running out and thrashing wildly with the rider on top. You can audibly hear all the "ooohs" and "ahhs" as the rider holds on. Your friends are all squealing and cheering themselves as the man almost gets thrown off.

Then with another flail, the rider is thrown off the bull and ends up painfully tumbling onto the ground. As soon as that happens there are people going onto the field to scrape up the rider from the floor as others go to subdue the bull.

You can't help but cheer and holler as well as a smile comes to your face. What a show.

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After the rodeo was over you wanted to conclude the evening by venturing to a nearby bar. It seemed like a lot of the people from the rodeo came as well as you noticed that once again you were surrounded by Southern accents and cowboy hats.

Your little group made their way to the bar and started to hover around it as the bartender asked everyone what they were getting. As soon as the orders are taken you are about to pay but as soon as you are about to give some cash to the bartender you are interrupted by a thick southern drawl.

"Drinks are on me, darlin'."

Your head turns and you are met with the same face you were admiring earlier. The fluffy blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and oh…you could see him much better now and god did the man look heavenly in the candlelight that emitted from the bar.

You could now make out the stunning facial features of the man and you could feel your heart speed up tenfold when your eyes grazed over his chiseled jaw and high cheekbones. The way the cowboy hat sat on his head made something buzz inside you.

You are broken out of your thoughts when you hear your friends snicker from behind you. The man even seems to notice your sudden shock as a subtle smirk comes to his face.

"You don't need to do that." you smile nervously as the man's eyes rake over you. You think you might have gotten lost in those eyes. "But thank you anyway."

"No need to thank me, sweetheart. Something as pretty as you should have all the men 'round here buyin' your drinks." He winked at you making your cheeks heat up. Your friends snickered again but you ignore them with a small roll of your eyes.

"The name is Leon by the way, Leon Kennedy." he introduces while holding out his hand. You take it and introduce yourself in return and you're immediately caught off guard when Leon goes to press a kiss against your knuckle.

You were so relieved when you finally got your drinks. You thought you were about to combust just by being around Leon. Leon on the other hand was relishing in your flustered looks and shy behavior, in fact, he thought you were the cutest thing he'd ever laid eyes on.

Though soon your shy, flustered behavior was pushed back by liquid courage. It was sped up by how quickly you were drinking your beers but soon you didn't even notice how you were practically leaning into Leon, muttering things about the rodeo and how hard it seems to ride bulls.

"I mean…I thought the guy was gonna be dead…how he got flung off that thing.." you murmured to yourself with a silly grin as you looked up at Leon.

"Well ridin' is all in the hips sugar~" Leon hummed while leaning back on his elbows. Your stomach fluttered at the suggestive tone and you took another sip of your beer to try and quell your nerves. In an attempt to change the subject, your eyes dart to his hat and a smirk starts to pull at your lips.

"Y'know you look great in that hat…" you compliment as you eye it. Leon chuckles and gives you a smile that has you wondering why it makes your heartbeat pick up.

"Is that so?" he asks. You nod but there's a glint of playfulness in your eyes as you look at the cowboy hat.

"I think it'd look better on me though~" your hands reach out and pluck the hat right off of Leon's head and you place it on yours. You adjust it and tilt it just right on your head like it was on Leon's and then you look at him with a wide grin.

"Well, how does it look?" You ask. Leon seems frozen for a moment as his mind starts to comprehend what you just did. You notice the sudden hesitance for a moment and you almost think that you did something wrong but a smirk soon returns to Leon's face and there's an amused look as he flicks the brim of the hat up.

"It suits you well honey, but do you know what happens when you put on another cowboy hat?" he asks.

Suddenly you're hit with confusion and it reads all over your face as Leon chuckles. Even the bartender seems to laugh a little and he quickly turns around and starts to clean out glasses when you look at him.

"No…?" you say hesitantly.

"Well, we have a rule called the Cowboy Rule. If you wear the cowboy hat, then you have to ride the cowboy." Leon explains calmly before taking a swig of his drink. You blink in surprise and you can feel the blush start to creep onto your face. You look down at your drink to hide it.

"Oh," is all you manage to croak out. Your throat suddenly feels incredibly dry. You feel a hand hook under your chin you meet Leon's piercing gaze. His eyes are filled with amusement and it sends shivers down your spine.

"If I do then can I keep the hat?" you cheekily ask. The corners of Leon's mouth tug up and it causes your insides to flip. Your heart begins to beat quicker.

"Wanna find out?" Leon says as he leans forward until his lips are barely inches away from yours. It takes everything in you to not close the space between you two. Instead, you nod your head frantically hoping that he understands your silent request for more.

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Hungry hands rake across your body as your own hands run down Leons. The feeling of his skin against yours makes every single nerve in your body burn as you slowly unbutton his shirt and he reaches for yours as well. Your bodies collide together like magnets practically, there's such a strange pull that seems to be between you two as your mouths clash together.

Leon's teeth nip at your lower lip and you moan softly as he slides his tongue past your lips and deepens the kiss. In return you rake your hands through his blonde strands, tugging lightly when Leon's hand trails along your sides, going down to rest on your hips.

The cowboy hat still sits on your head as you lean back, breaking the kiss to sit back on your haunches. The sight in front of you was heavenly. Leon was laid back, his legs slightly parted, his shirt halfway unbuttoned and exposing his chest, then of course there was the glassy, lustful look in his blue eyes as his swollen lips were slightly parted.

The entire image made your cunt flutter with need.

You take off the hat for a moment and place it back on Leon's as you yank your shirt up and off your body and then your hands work to unbutton the rest of his buttons on his shirt. As soon you are done, Leon slips his shirt off and yanks you back on top of him by your hips.

In that action, your hips accidentally roll against his causing you both to have a moment of pleasure from the friction.

"Fuck darlin'…need to feel more of you.." Leon huskily utters as his hands tighten around your hips a little more.

With a hum of agreement your rest your hands on his chest and go to straddle his lap a bit better so that your heated core is pressed right up against his erection that is straining through his jeans. Teasingly, you roll your hips again and you both let out a long moan.

"Shit…stop teasin' me," Leon mumbles, his voice rasping and rough as it sends shivers down your spine. You giggle breathlessly, pressing your hips harder against the bulge in his jeans, grinding a little more.

"Why would I stop? I wanna see how many pretty noises I can get out of you cowboy." you coo.

Leon growls in response as he roughly pulls you back towards him, slamming a searing kiss to your mouth. This time he moves his free hand down and it slips down your jeans, finding your clothed clit and he rubs small circles against it. Your hips buck in response and you let out loud moans against Leon's lips.

"That's it baby…let me hear you." He grunts.

It's practically music to your ears as you rock your hips against his fingers as he continues to rub your clit and you feel the knot in your stomach tightening. Leon suddenly pulls his fingers away and you whine. You're left with nothing but the ache between your legs.

In desperation, your hands fly down to Leon's belt buckle and you start to undo his belt as quickly as you could.

"Easy there honey, I'm not goin' anywhere." Leon chuckles. He replaces your hands with his and soon he's tugging his pants down along with his black boxers to reveal his hardened cock. Its springs to life and slaps against his stomach.

You groan at the sight of it. It's big and thick and you almost want to take him in your mouth until his hands are already working on your own jeans.

He unbuttons your jeans and pushes them down your thighs. You kick them the rest of the way off and reposition yourself on top of Leon. Right as you are about to sink down onto Leon's length he interrupts you.

"I think you're forgettin' something.." Leon takes his cowboy hat off and puts it back on top of your head, tilting it just right.

"Beautiful." Leon breathes in a low tone.

"I think it looks better on you." You smile as Leon's hand grazes over your cheek and tucks a stray hair away from your face.

"That's nonsense, it looks stunnin' on you." He smirks and his thumb drags up and down your jawline, gently rubbing your cheek. The butterflies in your stomach flutter even more as he leans in closer to you, your noses brushing against one another.

You rub your slick folds back and forth on Leon's tip and slowly sink down onto his length, letting out moans at the stretch.

"L-Leon… it..so much" You pant between clenched teeth, gripping onto his broad shoulders.

"It's okay sweetheart, let me help.." he coos. The hands on your hips slowly start to help you roll into his, making sure to go slow and his grasp was decently gentle as he helps you build up a good pace.

"It's all in the hips sugar…." Leon whispers in your ear, sending tingles down your spine.

Soon on your own accord, you start to ride him faster. It catches Leon off guard as waves of hot, blinding pleasure course through his veins. He throws his head back with an audible moan as you bounce up and down on his cock.

"Good girl, keep rollin' your hips like that.." Leon praises, his voice rumbling low in his chest.

You nod and do as you are told, your body starting to twitch against Leon, your hands clenching onto his forearms tighter as he starts thrusting upwards, trying his best to push himself inside of you and meet your steady rhythm.

A whimper escapes your mouth as Leon sits up, connecting his lips to your neck. One of his hands trails up your back and plants itself on the nape of your neck as his lips suck and kiss your sensitive skin.

Your mind is spinning, your heart beats furiously. There are no words that can describe how amazing it all feels. Especially as the euphoria grows and the knot in your belly tightens. Leon, in his own desperation to chase his oncoming high, continues to buck his hips up into yours wildly from below.

His head has fallen back against the pillow as he feels your cunt tighten around him.

"Jesus…you feel so good darlin'." Leon groans in appreciation. You don't say anything, only moaning loudly and moving your hips with more vigor. The sounds from your mouth cause Leon to shudder as he watches you move against him. The sound of his name falling out of your mouth is driving him crazy and you look so damn pretty in his cowboy hat.

After a few more moments of bliss, you finally come undone releasing all of the fluids onto Leon's cock as your eyes roll back into your head and you slump down on top of Leon. Leon helps you along by moving his hand down to toy with your clit as you shudder from the waves of your orgasm.

"Look at you, you pretty little thing. So beautiful.." he grunts. 1. Add more sensory details to the description of the rodeo and the cowboy, such as the smell of hay and manure, the sound of the bull snorting, and the feel of the sun on the skin. This would make the scene more vivid and immersive for the reader.

His hand comes up to the back of your neck as he holds you to his chest while burying his nose in the crook of your neck.

Your breathing is heavy and you wrap your arms tightly around his torso, feeling warm all over your body after your climax. Leon sighs as he starts to rub small circles into your back.

"Damn sweetheart, you may just be the death of me." he coos. A soft smile forms on your lips. Your head rests firmly on his chest, and you peer up at him.

"Does that mean I can keep the hat?" You ask with a sheepish smile.

Leon chuckles and rests a hand on your hat-covered head.

"Yeah, I 'spose so. It suits you."

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just-that-celestial-mage · 10 months

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re2 leon is such a shameless pussy addict >< !!

god you were so scared at first, your apprehension only seemed to drive him even more mad. when he proposed the idea of you riding his face, you looked at him, shocked. perplexed. you shook your head in protest, not wanting to potentially suffocate him under you. part of him was hoping you’d say that.

here you were now, completely coming undone atop his face as your hips developed a mind of their own. his nose would occasionally bump your puffy clit as you ground down on his face like your life depended on it. he sucked harshly at your adorable little cunt, watching your knuckles turn white as they gripped the sheets pathetically. he stifled a laugh from beneath you. you tried to run away but he just pulled you right back down onto his mouth :(( lapping at your creamy pussy until you saw white. he groped the flesh of your ass as he pressed you down harder onto his face, almost as a warning to not move again unless he said so. he’s so mean fuu~..

“sit still, baby.. don’t go running from me.” he cooed up at you, kissing over your sopping wet folds as he impaled you on his tongue relentlessly. there was no telling as to why he loved your cunt so much, it was like he could lap at it for hours once he had the chance to. his own hips rutted into the air, desperate for release, precum beginning to dribble out of his flushed cock, staining the front of his boxers. fuck was it a bonus if you were smaller than him, nimble fingers finding his hair as you gripped onto it, being held down, unable to move as he hungrily devoured your needy little cunt. his good girl knows that she isn’t done till he’s satisfied, doesn’t she?

“my pretty girl, one more f’me, can’t you? please?” he repeats once more, you two will be here for while. ૮₍ ៸៸ ᵜ ก ₎აㅤ

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just-that-celestial-mage · 10 months

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𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 !!

( i swear, i promise ; i'll give you everything, even the echoes of my deep heart. )

chara : leon kennedy fandom : resident evil quote cr : seventeen

so here's the thing : leon s. kennedy is a light sleeper. an incredibly light sleeper, which isn't surprising-- what, given the nature of his career and everything he's ever had to endure.

oh? accidentally drop your phone on your face at an ungodly hour while he's sleeping next to you? he's awake. roll over in bed with utmost caution? he's awake.

breathe? oh, he's definitely awake.

you blindly reach for your phone on the nightstand, sleep very much still heavy on your eyes. you squint when you glance at the time, suddenly very hateful of your phone's auto brightness adjustment as it blinds you. that's certainly one way to wake up, huh?

the time reads 7:09am. you've got to leave for work in about 30 minutes, which is fine. no rush, no problem. except that--

well, except that leon is laying on top of you, head on your chest, lulled to sleep by the sound of your heart. it's become a habit of sorts-- the way he seeks comfort in your existence, the depth of your humanity an anchor & serenity in his life as you weave your fingers through his hair, slowly push him to the edge of slumber in peaceful means. it's reverent, holy, you think, and had you not been working today, you think you would have been able to stay in bed with him all day.

"leon?" your voice is quiet, soft-- you wish to gently break his slumber, hand gently patting his back.

he doesn't wake up. you call his name again, pat him a little bit harder. he still doesn't wake. you're insistent on avoiding rude awakenings, so you try this for a few more minutes, no longer groggy and now filled with a slight determination.

7:16am. you need to get ready.

you lean your head back into the pillow, glare at the ceiling.

here's another thing : leon s. kennedy is also a liar.

heavy sleeper, my ass, you think. he tends to be clingier after returning from missions, which is entirely understandable, and you truly do not mind, but you really, really, don't want to deal with another scolding from your boss. you still entirely, listen to the sound of his breathing.

yeah. he's awake.

"leon s. kennedy. you are awake."

he holds his breath instinctively. you feel it.

"listen, pretty boy. i gotta get ready for work." your fingers run through his messy bed head. "i need you to move."

he doesn't move. doesn't even react. he keeps up the facade.

7:19am. jesus christ, leon.

you pinch the bridge of your nose, let out a sigh. you try-- keyword being try, to sit up, but suddenly he's so much heavier, and you realize that he becomes dead weight just to make this so much harder-- which says a lot, because he's already incredibly muscular, and god, you think you can win against those arms? think again.

"leon, i swear--"

"call in."

when you lie back down, a means of waving the white flag, he finally looks up at you, blue eyes gentle and exhausted. there's something so incredibly tender in the way his gaze meets yours, hand reaching for yours as if it's instinct. you're the one holding your breath now, swallowing hard when he smiles that reserved smile that only you have the pleasure of seeing.

"stay with me, please." he squeezes your hand, once, twice, three times, and somewhere in that means an i love you, and you both know this.

you can't win. you can never win against him.

7:27am. oh, whatever, it doesn't matter anymore, you think, so you set your phone aside, focus on leon instead.

he notices the conflict in your eyes, then a brief contemplation, and the quiet admittance of defeat. he feels your body relax beneath his as you squeeze his hand four times, the kindest of smiles falling on your lips.

"fine, pretty boy. guess i'm sick, huh?"

"got a cold?"

"hm? sure."

he grins-- that shy little grin that you love so much, and you pinch his cheek, the curl of your lips growing ever so slightly.

"what a shame," he murmurs, "guess i should warm you up."

"i lied. suddenly i feel fine. i'm going to work."

"no, wait--"