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dollfacefantasy · 5 months

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Restless Dreams

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: leon gets home late after another hard day at work to you having some extra sweet dreams.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, fingering, somnophilia, wet dream

word count: 3.6k

a/n: hey everyone!! hope you all enjoy this :) i guess i've been into soft leon with somno lately idk LOL. i was kind of tired myself when writing/editing this, so forgive any errors pretty please. new divider from here. thank you for any comments and reblogs <3

tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight @nexysworld @explorevenus

“So what time do you think you’re gonna get here?” you ask before blowing on the drying polish that coats your nails.

“My shift finishes up at 12, and then I gotta file some reports. I’ll probably be done at 1, so not too long after that,” Leon explains through the phone. Despite his attempt to lay it out for you, there’s still a pause, one he came to recognize as your reaction of displeasure. A smile plays on his lips. “But you know the real answer is as soon as I can.”

You look down at your phone on your vanity, a pout forming on your face. Obviously, it wasn’t his fault he had to work so much now. He’d warned you when he started at the police station a few months ago, but it didn’t prepare you for how much you’d miss him.

It made you feel dumb, that nagging, achy feeling of longing in your chest. It wasn’t like he was off to war or something. You still saw him almost everyday. But more and more of his time was consumed by work now. Even when he was with you, he was often exhausted.

Sometimes all you could think about his new job was that he was your boyfriend, not theirs. You’d mentally scold yourself for being so immature when that happened, but the sentiment still lingered in your head.

“Ok…” you say, trying to keep your voice neutral. He hears the dejection in your tone though.

“Baby,” he coos in that voice that sent warmth through your spine and got you to agree with everything he said, “You know I’d rather be with you. I’m just new and have to take the time to learn. Plus, with the caseload and the number of officers here, they need me at the station.”

“I need you more,” you say. You try to pass it off as playfulness, but it comes from real feelings. Your heart was beginning to tense with resentment for the RPD for taking him away so much. You knew the job meant a lot to him though which is why you would never unleash your admittedly petty frustrations.

A low laugh leaves him, and you can hear that loving smirk on his face as his voice comes through your phone’s speaker.

“Do you now? You’re really missing me that much?” he teases, leaning back in the driver’s seat of his cruiser.

He knew that you did in fact miss him that much. And even though, since starting at the police station, he tried to project the image of a tough guy, he missed you just as much. That’s why he started calling you during lulls in his shift.

“Mhm. It’s not fair. It’s like I’m sharing you with the station. And I don’t like sharing,” you say with an exaggerated huff.

“Oh, I know you don’t,” he chuckles. He sighs happily, checking the time to calculate how much time was left before he could have you in his arms again. “But not much longer, baby. Then you get me all to yourself for the whole weekend.”

“I better,” you grumble with a smile.

“I promise you will,” he says genuinely. A light on his dashboard flickers, alerting him that his attention is needed elsewhere. “Just don’t stay up too late waiting for me tonight, ok? Your rest is important.”

“Seeing you is more important,” you respond.

“I know, but I prefer my girl when she’s not all cranky and sleep deprived. So try tonight, sweetheart. For me?” he asks.

“I guess,” you concede. Your heart already aches, knowing he’s about to hang up.

“I love you, baby,” he says softly, “I’ll see you later.”

“I love you too,” you tell him before he disconnects the call.

The silence that falls over your room makes it feel even more empty. You tap the glass screen of your phone, scanning for the time before you finish getting ready for bed. Your mouth curves downward when the numbers light up on the screen.

Only 10:30. Too much time till you’ll hear him come through your front door, but it’s not like you can do anything about it. You haphazardly go through the rest of your routine before dragging yourself over to your bed and getting in.

Sliding between the soft pink sheets, you flop down against your pillow and stare at the ceiling as you contemplate how to kill the time. Nothing grabs your interest because none of it’s him. It’s all just filler.

And worst of all, you were starting to feel sleepy. You wanted to wait up for Leon so badly, but you also went through a whole day of your own that tired you out. Plus, your bed was just so comfy with your plush blankets and full pillows, stuffed animals and frilly decorative cushions scattered on one side.

Thinking it would help to keep your eyes actively focused on something, you try to read. Your eyes scan over the words, and it isn’t long before you realize you’d made a horrible mistake. Moving your eyes along the page only made them more drowsy.

Next you turn on the tv and put on something you didn’t really have to pay attention to. But the soft glow of the tv casts across you and the low chatter of the characters becomes background noise, making it even harder for you to keep your eyes open.

You lazily reach across your bed and grab the bunny stuffie Leon had bought for you a few weeks prior. Tucking it beneath your chin and close to your chest, your drooping eyes fall shut and your breaths become soft and even. Barely any time has gone by before you’re sinking into slumber.

Leon glances down at his phone, the small numbers illuminating 2:04 in the darkness of the hallway. He enters your place with the key you gave him and shuts the door as quietly as possible. He knows you’re sleeping from seeing the dark bedroom. Already feeling guilty for taking longer than he’d expected, he didn’t want to add to that feeling by waking you up.

He makes his way to your room, padding silently down the hall. Once he reaches the door, he pushes it open with almost no force in an attempt to avoid even the slightest creak. You’re where he expected you to be, curled up in your bed, completely peaceful as you slept. He knew he probably looked like a little lovesick puppy right about now, eager to hop into bed and snuggle up to your side, but he didn’t care.

It takes him no time to shed his police uniform. He makes quick work of unlacing his boots and kicking them off. His pants and shirt crumple up at the foot of your bed next to his belt and socks. Finally, once he’s got on a pair of sweatpants he kept at your place, he climbs into bed with you.

He shoves your stuffies and extra pillows out of his way with a playful roll of his eyes and gets as close to you as he can. His arm drapes over you, and he nuzzles the back of your neck, planting a few kisses on the base of your head. You smelled so good, felt so soft, perfect to come home to.

His body melts into the mattress, and he’s ready to give into his own urges to sleep. That is until he notices you’re not as peaceful as you appeared from the doorway. His eyebrows raise as he feels your legs squirming. Restless movements from your feet beneath the covers and your thighs shifting aimlessly against each other.

He’s ready to brush it off at first. ‘Must just be having some wild dreams,’ he thinks with another kiss to your head. But then he hears the faintest sound, so quiet that he probably would have missed it had he been focused on anything else. It’s a whimper. A gentle, tender squeak that slips from between your lips into the cool air of your bedroom.

Now, his face conveys his concern. He worries you’re having a nightmare. That at any moment you’ll wake up with tears in your eyes and your heart pounding out of your chest. Immediately, he begins stroking your arm, kissing your temple, murmuring “It’s ok, baby. I’m here.”

But you make that little noise again, and this time it paints a different picture in Leon’s head. This whimper didn’t sound scared or stressed, like you were crying out for his protection. No, this sound brought to mind images of you writhing beneath him, nails marking his biceps with small crescents as he pumped himself in and out of you.

He shakes his head because that couldn’t be it. That’s just his horny mind creating things that aren’t there from being so pent up.

At least that’s what he tells himself until you make the noise again. It brings the same memories up, but this time he’s even more sure of it. He lifts his head off of yours to look down at you and try to figure out what to do next.

You look so cute, brows slightly furrowed, lips parted. As he brushes some hair from your face, he notices your fingers clutching your stuffed rabbit a little tighter. Your breath hitches for a moment before you let out a soft, sleepy whine of his name.

It’s unmistakable now what’s going on. He smirks and traces a finger over your lips. The pad of his index finger drags on your bottom lip slightly, turning your mouth into that pout he loved so much. He leans and kisses your cheek as you whine again.

“Please.”

He chuckles at how needy you sound even in your sleep, but at the same time, your voice has blood rushing to his cock while his head swirls with desire. He shifts his own hips, subtly pressing his erection against your ass. His eyes flutter at the minute pleasure. He grows more bold, and his hand rubs your hip before coasting up your side to your chest, giving your breast a gentle squeeze.

You whimper louder and squirm. He squeezes again softly while lowering his head to your neck to lay some tender kisses on the side of your throat. His palm leaves your tits and smooths down over your tummy in the direction of your shorts.

Cautiously, he maneuvers his hand past the waistband and dips into your panties. He cups your pussy, feeling the heat radiating off the area. A single finger slides between your folds in almost an exploratory touch. He feels your slick all over his digit. Clearly, this dream was a pretty good one.

He begins to use another finger, sliding the two up and down through your wetness. You roll onto your back, your breasts rising and falling as your breath gets heavier. Your thighs spread a little as if you subconsciously sensed his presence between your legs.

In your dreams, Leon was doing a lot more than rubbing you with his fingers. After you had fallen asleep, it felt like no time had passed. All of the sudden you were just on the table in your dining room, spread out for his rapture.

You didn’t realize you were dreaming, everything felt so real. To you, he was really there, looking down at you with those loving yet lecherous eyes. Hands roaming your exposed body, lips caressing your skin all over. Everything seemed light and airy while also feeling heavy and thick. Your head, filled with clouds, slipped in and out of the moment. The sensation of him rutting his cock between your thighs and sliding inside of you was your reality at the moment.

In actual reality, Leon continues to move his fingers slowly, swiping them over your entrance and taking them back up to circle your clit. You mewl when he applies some pressure, sending sparks through you. Your squirming becomes more motivated, and he can tell your drifting away from your restful sleep back toward consciousness.

“I’m right here, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his voice huskier with arousal this time around.

You hear his voice in your dreams. The deep rumble enters your ears as you envision his hips pistoning into your wanting cunt. You mumble something in response, but he can’t understand the sleepy babbling. He rubs your clit a little harder with some more speed. You twitch in response, yet your eyes remain closed.

“I know, baby. I know it feels so good,” he coos and kisses behind your ear.

More incoherent words fall from your mouth. He sucks love bites into your neck, and you tilt your head back, craving more of that feeling. The dream version of him began mimicking the actions of the real Leon as you neared waking.

Whining louder, your fingers dig into the smooth fur of your plush bunny before letting it go. He nips at the sensitive skin of your throat as his fingers travel down and push inside your heat.

The feeling rips a moan from you and causes your eyes to open. Your back arches as he works them deeper. Your hips wriggle a little as you make sense of what’s happening.

“Leon?” you whimper. Your sleepy eyes struggle to stay open after being torn from the fog of sleep.

“That’s right, baby. It’s just me. You were having some nice dreams, weren’t you, pretty girl?” he says.

“Mhm,” you hum mindlessly.

“About me?” he teases, eyes watching your body fidget with the pleasure you felt.

“About you,” you confirm before he leans down and kisses your lips. They were so soft against his own. He slowly moves his mouth with yours and languidly slides his tongue against yours.

You moan into the kiss as his fingers curl within you and hit your favorite spot. Your feet lightly kick at the sensation. Your hips rise a little as you feel the flood gates holding your release about to break.

You’re too sleepy to tell him out right, but he knows the signs. He keeps working you there until your body seizes and arches off the bed. You let out a throaty moan and turn your head to bury your face against his shoulder.

“There you go. Let it all out, sweetheart,” he whispers and kisses your head.

You ride out the high on his hand, and by the time you’re done, you’re ready to fall asleep again. Your mind is hazy with the fog of release. You’re drifting off as your body settles without even realizing it.

You’re only yanked back to reality by Leon scooping you up into his lap. He’s sitting with his back to the headboard, and he situates you between his thighs, back against his chest. His arms keep you caged in nice and close, safe and warm.

“Don’t fall asleep again just yet, babydoll,” he murmurs while kissing up your neck.

Your head lolls back against his shoulder. The fight to stay awake gets a little easier as his hand returns to your soaked panties. He doesn’t tease this time, just slides in two fingers and starts moving them in and out.

The new angle makes you squirm and whine, but he holds you tight in place with his free arm.

“Gotta work you open, honey. Can’t just slide my dick in you with no warm up,” he says with a smirk.

His voice pulls you towards lucidity a little more. Your hands wrap around his free arm for support while your hips instinctively roll into his blissful touch.

“I missed you,” you choke out between gasps and whimpers.

“I know you did,” he teases, grinning against your throat. His cock throbs against the small of your back as his ears latch onto the sound of your slick around his fingers. “Came home to cuddle with my sweet girl, and I find her having such dirty dreams.”

Your cheeks heat up as you start to piece together what had happened. You fully realize now that your escapade on the kitchen table was entirely in your mind. You feel embarrassed for a moment, but the feeling dies pretty quick as you rapidly approach the edge for a second time.

“Not my fault,” you whimper shyly.

He chuckles and kisses your temple once more. “I know it’s not. If anything, it’s mine. I think I’ve been neglecting my baby,” he says with a mocking lilt in his voice.

You cry out as his fingers brush against those same spots that brought you to the finish last time. Your hips twitch, and you grip his thighs as your peak rises within you. Moments later your cumming all over his fingers, sucking in a harsh breath as a second release courses through you, even more intense then the last.

His free arm keeps you secure against his chest while rubbing your side soothingly. The heel of his other palm roughly massages your clit as his fingers pump in and out.

“Good girl,” he coos, “That’s it, just one more and then I can put you to sleep how you deserve.”

As soon as you seem to be coming down, Leon lifts you up again, tugging your clothes off and moving your body around like a doll to get you in the position he wants. You were definitely more pliant after two orgasms, but you could also see how his training had been paying off. Maybe this new job wasn’t all bad.

He has you on your back now, thighs against your chest and knees hooked over his arms. Again, he had no patience to tease right now, so after pushing his sweats down to mid thigh, he takes his cock and slides it in you with no hesitation. He groans as your hole takes him in, your walls pulsing around him even after he bottoms out.

“So wet. I can just slide right in,” he mumbles as his own hips twitch.

Your eyes droop at the stretch. It always felt so satisfying, having him buried balls deep in you. As close as he could possibly be. No fear of him leaving or pain of being separated. You whine and reach up to pull him closer.

He follows along and rests his face against your neck as he begins thrusting. You hear him panting right in your ear. His hands grip your hips so hard you know there’ll be marks.

“Perfect pussy’s made for me,” he grunts while snapping his hips, “Miss it every second I’m not inside it.”

You nod lazily as you continue to clamp down around him. After two releases, you didn’t even feel a building ecstasy anymore, just a constant stream of pleasure.

“Leon,” you whine, “Harder. Wanna feel it.”

He moans at your plea but indulges you, grabbing you harder, pressing your legs higher, filling you deeper.

“Wanna be sore after, don’t you, sweetheart? Want a reminder of me while I’m at work. Something to tide you over till I can do this again. Won’t have to rely on dreams then, right?” he says.

“Yeah,” you whimper. Your bed creaks as he picks up the pace, but your moans mask the sound as they grow in volume.

He fucks into you over and over, stoking the flames within himself, trying to build to that explosion. You were so tight, so warm. He hums another low moan and whimpers softly as he feels it right there. He gasps softly before holding you tighter and muttering in your ear.

“Ready for another one, honey? Gonna be the last one and then we’ll get you comfy and off to sleep.”

“Yeah,” you moan again, unable to say much else.

“Good… good girl,” he moans before his hips buck wildly and he finally releases.

You finish for a third time. You cling to him tight as the euphoria washes over you again. Locking your legs around his hips, you keep your face pressed to the warm skin of his neck as it goes through you. You feel the hot flood of cum he fucks into you. His chest is heaving now too as he recovers from the high.

He stays on top of you for a moment before pulling out. You cling harder upon losing that full feeling. He smiles at your desire to be close to him and gives you one more kiss before sitting up.

“So sweet to me, baby. I hope that made up for the late night,” he whispers and strokes your hair.

“It did,” you say with a nod. Your eyes were already shutting again, ready to go back to sleep after being fucked so good.

He looks at you with all the love in the world as he pulls his sweats up. He then helps you pull your panties and shirt back on, trying to laugh at your sleepy, half-assed movements.

After that, he gets you all tucked in next to him, snuggled up in his arms like he originally intended. He even grabs that stuffed bunny he got you and fits it close to you in case you want it.

“Get some rest, honey. You need it,” he whispers while rubbing your back.

“Mhm,” you respond tiredly, “You too. You’re all mine for the weekend, and I don’t want you tired out the whole time.”

“Alright, but I’m gonna be tired out if we do some more of that again tomorrow,” he jokes. He pulls you close to him and shuts his eyes, nestling his head against yours and settling in to rest.

That puts a smile on your face and you nuzzle him once more before letting yourself fall asleep for the night.

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nexysworld · 11 months

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POOL SEX !

i know i don't really much to say but probably something like leon just renovated his house or something and calls his neighbour over for a party and boom they end up having sex in the pool

Hi Anon, absolutely loved this concept! This first one I wanted to do with RE2R Leon and there will be a second one with SugarDaddy!ID Leon x Reader as well. Hoping to have that out either later today or tomorrow, since it's mostly written. Wet Times, Fun Times P1

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Pairing: RER2 Sub!Leon x Female!Reader Summary: You just can't seem to keep your eyes off the new pool boy. His shy nature has you wanting to eat him alive. Tags: NSFW, Smut, Pool Sex, Super subby Leon, unprotected sex, outdoor sex, accidental voyeurism, nipple play (male and female), no use of y/n, creampie, fem receiving oral, cum eating, slight dubcon elements, not beta read.

As you laid in the lounge chair, soaking in the warmth of the sun's rays, a cool shadow casted over your closed eyes. Thinking someone had blocked your view of the sky, you opened one eye to see who it was. Lo and behold, standing before you was a young man looking anxious, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. The logo on his swim shorts revealed he worked for the company that serviced your family's pool.

“Can I help you?” You asked, irritated that your sunbathing had been interrupted.

“Sorry for bothering you Miss. My name’s Leon. Leon Kennedy.” He reached out to shake your hand, and when you didn’t reach forward to match the gesture he pulled back immediately, letting it go lax at his side. “I just wanted to let you know I’ll be working on adding chemicals to the pool, so you might want to stay out of it for a while.”

“I’ll keep that in mind” You rolled your eyes, before closing them again. His timorous nature would've been endearing to you if you hadn't been so focused on wanting to go back to your state of pure relaxation. “Now if you could please move, you’re blocking my sun.”

“Oh sorry.” He said, shuffling out of the way quickly, walking over to the equipment and buckets of chemicals that were stored by the shed.

Despite your efforts to resume your relaxation, you couldn’t find the same sense of calmness from earlier, just boredom. You tapped your fingers on the lounge chair, hoping to self sooth. When it didn’t work you sat up, looking over at Leon who was currently skimming the water of debris.

Eyes running up and down his body, you came to the conclusion he was attractive. His physique was slender but with enough definition for you to see the hint of abs. A wicked thought crossed your mind that maybe he could help alleviate your boredom. Wanting to observe him more closely, you walked over to him.

“Hey.” Your voice clearly startled him, causing him to whip around, eyes wide. You’re not sure you’d ever seen eyes that matched the color of the pool so perfectly before. Fully scanning him up close, he was definitely cute. His face had this boyish handsomeness to it and while you could do without the 90’s boy band haircut, it kind of suited him.

“H-hey.” He said bashfully. “Sorry, you startled me.”

“I see that.” You said with a smile. “Sooooo….” You paused thinking of a way to get more information out of him. “You said I had to stay out of the pool for a while after you put chemicals in it, right? How long do I have to wait?”

“Oh, yeah. Well once I turn the system back on no one should go back in the pool for at least 30 minutes. Not too long a wait, luckily.”

You nodded, taking in the information. “I haven’t seen you around here before, are you new?”

“Yeah, first day on the job actually. I guess you could say I’m the new pool boy.”

“Well, Leon… ” you said, dragging out his name a bit. “Since I can’t swim for the next little while, why don't you help me make the most of this sunshine?” You gestured to the lounge chair you had vacated moments earlier.

Leon’s face contorted into a nervous look as he tried to parse the meaning of your words, without any clarification to help him, he landed on the safest answer. “I don’t think that’s appropriate, Miss,” he stammered.

You leaned in a bit closer, letting your cleavage spill out of your bikini top a little and laughed. He seemed so sweet, you just wanted to eat him alive. "Inappropriate? But I just wanted a little help putting some more sunscreen on.”

“Oh.” Relief washed over his features and he let out a small laugh, eyes darting away from your chest immediately. “I suppose in that case…just let me finish this ok? I’m almost done.”

“Sure thing, handsome.” You said making your way back towards the chair. You swear you could almost hear the gears in his brain start to sputter when you called him that. As he finished cleaning and adding the chemicals to the pool, you saw his face would go red each time he dared to glance in your direction. ‘This is going to be really fun.’ You thought to yourself. When he was finally standing next to you, you handed him the bottle of sunscreen before flipping over, making sure you untied your bikini top. “Start with my back m’kay? I don’t want any tan lines now.” “Uh ok.” He said, squeezing a glob of the white cream out onto his hand. “Careful this might feel cold at first.” He warned, before his hands made contact with your back. It was a little cool at first, but soon it melted into a pleasurable mix of pressure and warmth as his large hands worked the sunscreen into your back and shoulders.

“You feel amazing.” Each movement of his broad hands slowly eased more and more tension out of your muscles. “Well thank you. I guess I have been told I’m good with my hands.” He said with a small laugh and there was a strange tone to his voice that you couldn’t quite catch. Daring to turn your head to get a peak at him, your eyes landed on the newly forming tent in his swim trunks. Deciding not to mention it yet, you put your head back down over your arms.

“So, how many more houses do you have to stop by after here?” You asked, wanting to determine how much time you had to try and play. “Actually, this is the last one on my route.” He admitted.

‘Perfect! Jackpot!’ You thought to yourself as his hands pulled away. Taking the opportunity to sit up and stand, you reached a hand out gently teasing along his abdomen with the tips of your fingers. “M-Miss…your top…” He said, turning his head away. You shrugged and kept gliding your fingers upward before splaying your hand over his chest. Despite his exclamation, he didn’t stop your movements but you could feel his heartbeat speed up under your hand. Leaning in close, you whispered against his ear. “So? You’re telling me a guy as cute as you has never seen a girl topless before?” The hand on his chest worked its way down again until you gently ghosted your fingers along the hem of his shorts. “If this is anything to go by, I’d say you like what you see too.” You teased, pressing a kiss into his neck.

He gulped dryly, mouth opening but words not coming out. You kissed him again, this time sucking gently on the skin of his neck earning a whine in response. It was music to your ears, and you pushed further nibbling as your hand ran down to cup him through his shorts. He bucked into your hand slightly, now draping an arm over your shoulder to help steady himself. Pulling away from his neck you smiled at him, bringing your free hand up to rub your thumb over his cheek. “Ok to keep going?” “Yeah - more than ok.” His mouth hung open slightly after he spoke. Taking the opportunity you leaned forward and captured his lips with yours, pressing close so your bare chest was pressed against his as you lapped your tongue against his bottom lip before sucking on it, earning more breathy whines from the man in front of you. You could feel your own heat begin to form, wetness pooling in the center of your swimsuit bottoms. You wanted to toss him down onto the lounge chair and ride him until neither of you could walk, and you had nearly planned too until you heard a door inside your house open up. “Shit! No one was supposed to be home yet.”

Leaving little time to think, the second the sliding door began to creak you whispered to Leon, “Go along with it.” Before nearly tackling him, causing you both to land in the pool, hoping enough time had passed that neither of you would die of chemical poisoning.

Your heads popped up from the water just in time for your dad to slide the door open, arm coming to your chest to keep your breasts covered under the water. Luckily your dad didn’t come close enough to see anything besides your raised heads. “Hey Bug, you out here?” Your dad called from the doorway. “Yeah dad! Just having some fun in the pool. Aren’t you supposed to be at that work event with mom?” “I had to come back to grab something, just wanted to check in on you…who’s this?” You watched Leon’s face turn to absolute panic the moment your father’s eyes land on him. Deviously you worked your free hand over to cup Leon again under the water, causing him to tense up – he was still hard. He shot you a pleading look. “Oh this is Leon, he’s a new friend.” You answered on his behalf, continuing to work him through his swim shorts, feeling the heat radiate to your palm even through the cold water. A choked noise left his mouth that he covered by faking a cough. “Wouldn’t you believe it, we met at school and he just so happens to work for the pool company now too!” Your dad paused, processing the information. There was a slightly suspicious look on his face but he seemed to let it go. “Ok, well you know the rules,doors open at all times if you bring a boy into the house.” “Ah Dad, Leon’s just a friend. We aren’t gonna do anything.” You said with a smile, sticking your hand into the band of Leon’s shorts to make direct contact with his hard cock. The feeling caused Leon to wince slightly. You pumped it slowly, pussy clenching around nothing as your mind processed the feeling of him. He was thick and heavy, you couldn’t wait to be split open by him. Mentally you wondered what he’d look like under you, whining and begging. “ Bug , you know the rules. Leon, I'm sure you’re a great guy, but you know a father can never be too careful with his daughter.” You squeezed his balls slightly causing Leon to gasp, hiding it immediately by spewing some words out nervously. “Totally understand Mr. No worries here, doors open at all times, got it!” He put his hand up in a salute. “Alright well, you two kids have fun. Your mom and I should be back around 7.” “We will! Drive safe!” You called, as the door slid shut. You stood in place waiting until you heard the front door open and close before returning your full attention to Leon. “That wasn’t cool! If he caught us I’d have been a deadman!” Despite his protest he made no move to stop your hand. “Oh, you’re so right. How mean of me.” You teased mockingly and pulled your hand away so you could close the gap between you, wrapped your legs around his waist in the water. Using one arm over his shoulder for support, your free hand came up to slick his wet hair back, giving you a better access to his face. “Want me to make it up to you?”

Not giving him a chance to respond, you smashed your lips together again, using your tongue to coax his out so you could suck on it. He used his hands to grind you against his still clothed erection, the sensation making your clit ache with need. “Staircase, baby.” You whispered in his ear, licking the shell. He obliged your order, wading over to the short steps while you worked more bites and love marks into his neck. Once at the steps, you halted his movements, lowering your legs so you were standing on your own. “So, what’d’ya say cutie. Wanna let me make it up to you?” “Well uhm…I think …” He trailed off in a tremble of nervous mumbling. “Gotta be a good boy and use your words for me.” You said, tugging down the waist of his swim trunks just enough for his cock to be freed above the shallow water you were standing in. Using your other hand, you untied your own bottoms, letting them float away freely in the pool.

Pushing Leon down, so he was seated on the step, you leaned forward bringing your wet thumb up to circle one of his hardened nipples, he bucked upwards again mewling. “Sorry baby, don’t understand that language. Gonna need you to speak more clearly.”

Your teasing didn’t relent as you positioned yourself on his lap so his cock was trapped between the both of you as you toyed with him. “I know you can do it baby.” You cooed softly as you rubbed his cheek and ground down on him slightly adding a small friction between the two of you. “Yes…” He managed to get out as his head lulled back. “Yes what?” “Yes I want you to make it up to me.” He bucked upwards again when you brought your other hand up, pinching at circling both of his nipples. “I didn’t hear a ‘please.’” You added, tweaking one a little too hard on purpose. “P-please… please…please make it up to me…fuck…” The sound of him begging sent electricity straight to your clit, and if you weren’t half covered in water you swore your slick would’ve been leaking down your thighs already. “Such a good boy, asking so nicely.” You brought your hand up, to rub a circle in the small cleft of his chin, taking in the sex-drunk look on his face. “What do you want me to do to make it up for you?” “Need you so bad….please….” To punctuate his words he squirmed under you, the side of his shaft rubbing perfectly against your clit making you let out a moan. “Need me how, baby? I’m not a mind reader.” “Need to be inside you. Please ,I need to be inside you.”

“S’that all?” You obliged his request, reaching between the two of you, feeding his cock into your hole as you sank down until he was as deep as possible. The hot and stinging stretch felt great, especially contrasted with the cold water covering your lower half. You didn’t move, just letting your walls flutter around him, enjoying the sensation of being full. “Can I touch you?” He asked through a pant. “Please?” You brought your hands to his, pulling them to your chest a silent confirmation. He happily kneaded at your breasts, leaning forward to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. “So good.” He mumbled, words muffled by your breast in his mouth. He used his tongue to circle the hard bud making you roll your hips on his cock, earning a gasp from him. “You like that? Like when I fuck myself on your pretty cock?” You rolled your hips again, before lifting yourself up and sinking back down. Your tit left his mouth with a pop and he gripped the concrete sides of the pull to steady himself. “Feels so good…you feel so good…” The sky blue irises of his disappeared as they rolled back. The sex-drunk look on his face made you move faster, wanting to hear more sounds from his kiss-swollen lips. You bounced yourself up and down, letting out gasps of your own each time the head of his cock would hit your cervix. “Such a good boy letting me use his cock.” You said, hands on his shoulders as your own head fell back.

“You…you’re so tight….love your pussy…love being in your pussy…” He bit his lip as he spoke, eyebrows knitting together as his eyes squeezed shut. You’d alternate between bouncing and rolling your hips, letting him thrust up with need. Between your previous teasing the way you were fucking yourself on him, he was already close. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” You took a moment to look down at him. The desperation for release burned in his eyes, his brows knitted together, tongue out slightly. He looked adorable, akin to a puppy.

You stuck your tongue out, licking at his lips until he returned the motion with his own tongue. As you continued to ride him, the water splashed around you. Your walls began to flutter around his cock, internal muscles clenching him and drawing out his orgasm. His yell of pleasure was muffled by your mouth as he came inside you, the hot spurt of his seed making you moan in satisfaction. “Look at you, so pretty when you cum. I think that more than made up for being a little mean, yeah?”

He nodded in response, words not coming to him as he worked to catch his breath.

He was still trying to regain his breath when you stood, what was left of his cum leaking out slightly against your thigh mixing with the pool water. You sat on the edge of the pool opening your legs so he could get a look at your splayed out pussy, his cum dribbling out of it. “Look at what a mess you made, baby. Come clean it up for me.” He managed to get himself standing on his own wobbly legs, thankful that the water helped keep him upright and moved forward, stopping in front of you. Leon didn’t hesitate to dive forward, tongue out.

He pulled your legs over his shoulders as he sunk a little lower in the water to get a better reach. He lapped a line from your messy hole to your clit, loving the way he could taste himself mixed with your juices. He continued to clean you, slowly, languid, lazy licks that had you squirming. You reached between your legs to grab his hair, pushing him down slightly desperate for more traction. “Just like that baby, go deeper. Suck on my clit.” You squeezed his hair in encouragement as he did exactly what you wanted, sucking your swollen nub into his mouth, alternating sucking between your slit and your clit. “You taste so good.” He moaned between sloppy kisses to your cunt. “S’a treat, so good.”

You rolled your hips in time with his mouth. “That’s right, a treat all for you baby. Be a good boy now and make me cum” You released his hair to clench the edge of the pool once more, bracing yourself as he lapped furiously at your pussy. Licking and sucking greedily, it wasn’t long before he sent you over the edge. Your legs shook with the release of your orgasm, and in true good boy fashion, he didn’t stop until you were thoroughly cleaned out with his tongue, extending the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Afterwards, you watched as he pulled himself out of the water, pulling his shorts back on. Extending a hand to you, he helped you up and steadied you on your feet, legs still feeling like jello after your orgasm. The two of you wandered together over to the lounge chair, wrapping yourself in a towel and pulling him to lay down with you. He wrapped his arm around you, spooning you as he kissed your neck. You leaned your head back to give him better access and let out a content moan. “So good Leon, best I’ve ever had.” You said softly, enjoying the light pressure of his chest against your back. “Wanna keep being my good boy?” He hummed in agreement, the two of you relaxing as the soft breeze blew any remaining water droplets off of you. “Only if I can take you on a date though. A real one too, like dinner or the movies.” He finally spoke, voice soft in your ear. “I’ll pay for everything like a gentleman.” He peppered kisses to your neck and shoulders between words. “I like the sound of that.” The feeling of his breathing against your skin and the sounds of the crickets chirping as the sun began its descent had you feeling sleepier than anticipated. It wasn’t long until you’d both fallen asleep, wrapped in his arms, not even remembering to put your own swimsuit back on. A while later you woke to the sound of a car pulling into the driveway, your sleepsoaked brain took a minute to process what had happened. “Shit, wake up! Wake up!” You said, shaking Leon until he stirred. You worked quickly to haphazardly tie your bikini top back on, before wrapping the towel around your waist– forgoing the bottoms left in the pool, knowing you wouldn’t have time to grab them. “They’ll kill me if they see the marks on you. Quick.” You whispered, hurriedly wrapping a towel around his neck like a scarf. You’d just finished playing some music on your phone, trying to set up an ‘act normal’ scene as you heard the screen door open, the familiar voice of your mother calling for you. “Hey mom, hope the event was fun!” You said with an innocent smile. “It was and…oh this must be the boy your father was talking about. Leon, was it?” “Yeah, nice to meet you ma’am.” He said, shaking her hand, doing his best to keep the towel in place. “Will you be joining us for dinner?” “Unfortunately he can't, he was actually just leaving.” You said quickly. “Oh well, maybe next time.” “Oh I’d love that, Ma’am.” Leon added. “Ma’am? I already like him more than the last boy you had over, far more polite…and cuter.” She said with a laugh before slipping back into the house to begin cooking.

You turned to Leon giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “See you next time, handsome.” He returned your kiss, making a b-line for his work van around the side of the house. You made your way over to the pool reaching in to try and fish your bottoms back to you, so you could head inside. The padding of footsteps nearly startled you this time as you turned to look at Leon. “Sorry, I almost forgot.” He held out his phone to you so you could type your number in. Tapping away at the screen, you handed it back to him once you were finished. “See you this weekend?” He inquired, eyebrow raised. “It’s a date.” You added, stepping into your freezing wet bottoms. “‘Night, Leon.” “Night.” He said, making his way back to the van again. You waited until the ignition started and you could hear him driving away to make your way inside to sit with your family for dinner.

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CAROL OF THE BALLS !

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader x dante (dmc)

tags. i made them brothers, cucking, threesome, age gap, size kink, ass play, leon eats his cum so incest, cum eating, creampie, p in v

note. SORRY FOR BEING LATE AGAIN i have been tweaking :3 but um whatever! ignore typos or i’ll detonate :3 feedback n rbs much appreciated !!! ooc bc dante is literally a well-meaning old man but i have to make him sleazy for porn without plot purposes sorry!! i also cut the smut short bc. bc i wanted to get this out so sorry if it’s jolty 😭

tumblr has started to remove fics that use tw non-con, tw incest and any nsfw tags in general. for this reason, as i’d like my fic to appear in the tags so i can have the same reach as other authors, please understand that this fic contains dark content under the cut. reading this comes at your own risk.

Your love for Leon, much to his dismay, is no match for your pursuit of cock. His poor girl, you suffer from this awful disease at such a young age, the kind that tears a family apart - wandering hands they call it. In Leon’s terms, it would be something more akin to cock-driven. That’s your motivation, and if you see one you like, you’re gonna get it. Fuck, you’d do rocket science on the spot for a nice, fat cock. Unfortunately, it just so happens to be his older brother that you’ve set your eye on. And Leon’s older brother is the most shameless asshole since, like, god, Mark Antony? That guy was obnoxious, right? Fucking his best friend’s wife and all.

Dante is that obnoxious but amplified tenfold, if you can even imagine that. He’s got a big mouth to match his stature, and, you guessed it, he’s got one hell of a dick stuffed into those tacky leather pants. And you’re taking a very obvious gander at what sort of goodies he’s got tucked away. You’re playing footsie with him under the table for fuck’s sake. Leon can tell by the way you’re slouched too far back in your seat, but it’s mainly ‘cause he dropped his fork and when he lifted the table cloth, he found your foot rubbing along Dante’s inner thigh while his fingers toyed with the frilly cuff of your sock. Bringing you home for Christmas was a mistake. You’re too precious to give up and too hard to reign in. He should just store you away in a jar of some sort, poke a few holes in the lid so you can breathe, a bird cage perhaps, or maybe a crate?

Knowing you, you’d manage to get your paws on Dante either way. A cage would be no problem, just slip it right on in through the gaps! A makeshift gloryhole if you will. Honestly, he’d prefer you to pick Vergil over Dante, at least the guy has it all together, at least he’s not a washed up loser who can’t pay his bills, at least he’s not Dante. You’d think as the younger sibling you’d turn out better, right? It’s like baking a cake, the first time it’s shit, and the second time it’s better. Not soft in the centre, not burnt to a crisp on the sides - just don’t work like that around here. Instead, Leon’s parents had the stronger, taller, hotter, bigger one first, then little Leon to top it all off. Little ‘cause he’s 5’10 with insoles only.

Oh yeah, you can ask around town. Leon Kennedy? That guy’s decent, nice face, nice smile, nice guy. Dante? One that walks around like his dick is weighing him down, fuckin’ pornstar face, can tell if a girl likes him when she’s got her ankles behind her head – yeah, I know him, he broke my parents marriage up, and he fucked my sister, and my auntie, yeah, the one that came over for the holidays. I don’t really mind ‘cause he gave it to me after too! Oh, no way, I couldn’t do that with Leon, he’s more of the settle down type, don’t you think?

No one has actually said that and yes, he is more of the settle down type, but Leon has had his fair share of flings, and contrary to popular belief - missionary is not the only position he knows. He knows how to put a girl on her knees, no stranger to it. Maybe, just maybe, his dick is the problem. It’s not small, not quite big, it’s adequate, or perhaps it’s inadequate and that’s why you’re offering to wash the dishes alongside Dante. Leon hasn’t seen Dante do a household chore since 1976, that’s when Leon was in the womb if you didn’t know. Meaning he hasn’t ever seen Dante do a single chore, not even pick up his own underwear the fucking slob. And don't even get him started on you. The girl who struggles to get the vacuum working when Leon’s not around, then you do it half heartedly for five minutes before complaining about your back aching.

He’s pacing outside the kitchen like a guard on duty, listening in on your conversation with Dante, it’s absolutely thrilling. Leon couldn’t think of a better way to spend his time, he just loves to hear his girlfriend flirt her way into his brother’s pants.

Oh, your hands are so big, Dante! Wow, they’re so much bigger than mine. My goodness, Dante, you could pick me up, like, sooooo easy! I wonder what else is big! Has your hair always been that colour? No, that’s so not true, Dante, doesn’t make you look old at all! It suits you, don’t look a day over twenty. Duh, of course I’m joking, I like ‘em old anyway. Do you babe? You should go ahead and suck his old man cock, sure Dante wouldn’t mind, and it’s not like Leon has any say. You’re young and fickle - this is what he deserves for dating a girl your age. What more do you know than dick?

“It’s okay, he won’t wake up,” Your voice is muffled in his ears, distant despite you being less than an inch away from him. He shifts, feels around for your warmth, clasps an arm that’s way too jacked.

Leon’s brother is remarkable really, he turns over after a struggle with the bedside lamp, sees Dante’s teeth gleaming, your little hands splayed flat across his chest. He’d go at him, make a feast of it, he wishes for the tearing of Dante’s throat to be biblical. God, Kane and Abel have nothing on them. “You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” His digs his nails into hardened muscle.

“Please, baby,” You beg him, beg is an exaggeration, from you it’s a command. Like, not Oh, please, Leon! May I suck and fuck your brother while you lay beside us? More of a Please, shut your mouth and let me have this, Leon. I haven’t had good dick ever since I started dating you.

He falters, “No, babe,” Leon shakes his head, lip curling upwards in both disgust and wonderment at the boldness of your request. “No, are you crazy?”

“C’mon, Leon,” Dante pouts, and it’s disturbing to see a grown man with no upper lip do that. “She just wants to have a little fun.”

“Don’t— don’t get involved, this is between me and her.” His attempt at assertion is only met with amusement.

“Leon, please?” You bat your lashes. Beat. His heart hammers in his chest. Then Leon closes his eyes like a good boy, he’s always been great at taking orders. Whatever. Fuck his brother to your heart’s content.

“He not treatin’ you right, sweet thing?” Dante murmurs into your neck, his thick fingers parting your slippery folds, rubbing deft circles on your twitching clit.

He grits his teeth so hard they squeak. Leon treats you perfectly well. Surely, saying otherwise—

“No, Dante,” You pout up at his brother, a small hand curled around his wrist as he pushes his fingers knuckle-deep into your slick cunt.

Stupid bitch. Leon has never been inclined to call a woman a bitch, total lie, but Claire told him it’s not appropriate, and Claire is usually right about most things. Not right now though, girls are fucking brutal.

“No?” Dante coos, “My little brother can’t please his girl? Can’t get this little cunt soaked?” There’s a wet smack, and you gasp.

“Don’t do that.” Leon can’t help himself, it’s like he insists on making a fool of himself. “She doesn’t like that.”

“Do it again.” You plead, “Dante, please, feels so good.” The crooked smile Dante gives him is humiliation at its finest.

He draws his hand back, spanks your cunt, the fleshy part of his palm mashing against your clit. “You don’t even know what your girl likes.”

“I do.” Leon’s chest aches, his dick aches even more, feels like it’s about to over-inflate and pop.

“Bet you like it rough, don’t you, babe?” Dante asks, presses his nose into your neck, licks a stripe up your jugular.

“She does not.”

“Yes.” You nod crazy like a dashboard bobblehead.

Dante raises his brows when he glances sideways at Leon, “He’s not givin’ it to you is he? You want him all up in your guts, baby, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes, god, please,” You whine, clit thrumming beneath Dante’s fingertips. “Want it here.” You bring Dante’s hand to rest on your abdomen, “wanna feel you here, please.”

“Dirty little bitch,” Dante coaxes an orgasm out of you with his fingers alone.

“Don’t speak to her like that.”

“I’ll speak to her how I want,” He retorts, “She likes it, ‘s why you’re gettin’ me all wet, isn’t it, baby?”

“Mhm,” Your eyes follow his every move, and Leon has never seen you so enthralled during sex. He’s used to you laying on your back like a dead girl, legs over his shoulders, letting out the occasional grunt of discomfort.

His head dips low, the sheets are long forgotten, crumpled at the foot of the bed. Dante’s big hands spread your cheeks apart, licks into your cunt, flicks his tongue over your clit— and you moan like you never have before. Back bowing off the bed, covering your mouth with a balled-up fist, chest heaving.

“That good, baby?” Dante hums, his teeth scrape over your clit when he pulls back the hood, and you squirm.

“So good, so good— ‘s so fuckin’ good, god!”

Alright, can’t be that good, now you’re just putting it on to piss Leon off. You’ve never sucked his dick well enough for him to moaning like that. Then again, his dick doesn’t have a million nerve endings. The sounds Dante is making are downright lewd, unnecessary even, you’re dripping all over his face, his chin wet and shiny with your pussy— then he makes the jump. A move that’s bold even for a dude as outrageous as Dante, his pink tongue follows the natural trail from pussy to asshole. Licks the puckered rim till you relax, and there’s no resistance from you whatsoever. You’re just letting this grimy bastard eat your fucking ass? Even Leon hasn’t gotten that far, not that he’s asked, not that he’s ever thought about it - something about the second hole just feels wrong.

Dante spits on it, manages to get his thumb in nicely, then he sits up, leaves you empty. “Just a little girl takin’ big things, aren’t you? How am I s’posed to fit in this tight cunt without breaking it?” He tilts his head to the side, eyes droopy like he’s drunk on pussy juice alone. Probably is. Shit is potent. Especially when you’ve been nose-deep.

His brother only smiles, gives a pointed look to Leon’s dick straining against the fabric of his boxers, the sticky wet patch. “That’s why she wants cock so bad, huh?” Leon is not small. His dick is just right, it’s fine, it’s sufficient. There’s nothing wrong with it, but he cups a hand over his bulge to hide it from Dante.

Dante shucks off his pants, and yeah, Leon really is the little brother in every sense. He might as well just kill himself at this point, there is no winning against a dick that fat. Shit’s so big it’s hanging downwards, so heavy it can’t even hold itself up. Some big fucking balls to level it out. Jesus, is he seriously admiring his brother’s dick right now? Listen, it’s just got some real weight to it, and Leon has to say he’s impressed. Only seen this breed of horsecock in porn.

“Gosh, Dante,” You’re lovestruck, cockstruck, a trembling hand reaches forward to cup his heavy balls, then wrap it around the base, and it’s honestly so big your thumb and middle finger struggle to meet.

“Don’t throw her around like that, oh my god.” Leon frowns, catches your head from knocking against the headboard when Dante manhandles you onto your front. “Just be careful.” If you told Leon he’d be watching his brother fuck his little girlfriend from behind with a thumb in her ass, he’d say, yeah, sounds about right. Some shit that would happen to a guy like me.

“She can take it.” Dante says, then he’s sheathed inside with a single glide of his cock, no resistance whatsoever. You’re that wet. Dripping down your thighs. God, he’s never seen you get so worked up. “Can’t you, babe?”

“Yes, please, just give it to me please, Dante,” Now that’s begging, not that shit you were doing earlier. “Wan’ it so bad, please, might die, Dante.”

“Alright, okay, baby, only ‘cause you asked so nicely.” He snickers, wraps his arm around your front and then fucks into you so hard the bed rocks. Headboard hits the wall. Stuff you see in movies. God, his poor girl, you’ll be ruined once Dante’s done with you.

“Oh my god, oh my god, Dante,” You mewl an endless string of expletives, arch so your hips push back onto his fat cock, and your eyes roll back into your head, and there’s spit trickling down your chin— Holy fucking shit. It’s like watching a porno play out. Hell, it might very well be a porno. C’mon, where’s the camera, is this Dante’s new side gig? Is this keeping his lights on, his fridge full, his water running? Wouldn’t put it past him.

Once he creams your hole, Dante’s quick to spread you apart with his big hands, you’re still gaping. “Go on, Leon.” He says very simply, smiles the way he always does when he suggests something outlandish. “Clean her up.”

Leon’s never eaten pussy from the back, it’s impolite. Crude. That’s the general consensus, right? And Leon’s a feminist, he’ll eat a pussy that sits itself on his face, he’ll snuggle up between a thick pair of thighs - but from the back, oh, it’s just obscene. Still does it though. Eats his brother's thick cum from your hole, sucks on your swollen clit, laps till there’s nothing left that’s dirtier than his own tongue. Then he goes to bed with a hard dick and the taste of his brother’s cum in the back of his throat. He’ll sleep it off.

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cool-cowboy · 4 months

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The Gift Of Need

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Submissive Leon S. Kennedy, Leon S. Kennedy being infected with Las plagas, Begging, Dirty talk, Possessive behavior, Marking, Pheromones, In heat, Knotting, painful sex, Breeding, Biting, held down, Rough sex, crying, creampie

Summary:

“Leon, what are you-?” I turn around in his hold, his look odd, dazed, almost, before he blinks it away, back to my Leon, all casual, not huffing my neck like it’s some kind of drug he can't get enough of.

“Sorry… I don’t know, I just- I missed you."

In which Leon comes back from Spain, thinking he has the whole plaga situation taken care of, until he gets a whiff of something intoxicating, not exactly sure what's going on with him, then makes you his, three times.

Kind of a little bit like a heat, I guess, though some stuff is off. He's just really needy, and can somehow get off multiple times in a row, and is hellbent on showing you how good he is, and also leaving a mark to show off who you belong to.

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Dinner’s nearly finished, the only thing left to take care of is straining the pasta and dumping it in with the sauce. I’m hoping he’s home on time tonight, he’s been off on a mission in Spain, rescuing the president’s daughter. I haven’t gotten many details, only short calls ensuring me he’s alive and he’ll be back soon, the most recent coming from the plane delivering him back to me.

“Smells good in here.” I whirl around, a little overeager, flipping the burner off before meeting him halfway, capturing him in my arms, same as always, his arms crushing me against him, both of us ignoring the blood and bruises for now, content holding onto each other, his face ducked to press to the side of my hair.

“Hi.” He huffs out a laugh, pressing his lips to my hair and breathing me in, one of his hands drifting up and down my side.

“Hey, princess. You making parmesan?” I smile into his chest, turning my head up to look into his face, some thin cuts and a bruise on his jaw making my gut wrench, his dedication to his work has always bothered me, but I don’t comment, well aware it’s not by choice he does what he does.

“Yeah. It’s almost done, let me go and I’ll finish.” I’m sure he’s starving, he’s been gone for nearly a week, chasing after Ashley, the mission a lot less straightforward than the debrief suggested. He frowns, holding me tighter, kissing my forehead when I push against him, holding me there and sighing against me.

“Not yet. Missed you, stay here a minute.” I huff, though I do secretly love his clingyness, showing of just how important I am, even if I am decidedly plain compared to him.

“Come with me to the stove, then, I don’t want it to burn.” He sighs, releasing me, dropping his grip down to one hand, trailing along behind me back into the kitchen. “You’re gonna have to let go, I need to strain this.” He gives me a look, dissatisfied, bringing my knuckles up to lay a wet kiss to my skin before letting me go, leaning on the counter beside the stove, watching me bring the pasta over to the sink, pouring it over the strainer, placing the pot on the counter so I can shake the excess water out of the pasta. Cool hands meet my hips, trailing around to wrap over my stomach, his body pressing into me, his head ducked to press his face into the crook of my neck.

“Really? Can’t wait a couple minutes?” I’m teasing, leaning my head to the side to give him a little more room, his hair tickling my exposed neck and shoulder. He slides one hand up my stomach, his body pressing me into the counter, a deep breath through his nose drawn in from my neck making me shiver.

“No… I love you…” He kisses my neck, the spot above my collar bone, nosing at it and drawing in another long breath, letting out a pleased noise on his exhale. “God you smell good.” This is new, he’s never mentioned my smell before, not that I really have one, at least not right now, out of the shower this morning, no perfume or lotion on he could be smelling. He breathes me in again, letting out a groan and pressing himself into me.

“Sorry… I don’t know, I just- I missed you. Let me help.” He reaches around me, picking up the little strainer and carrying it back over to the stove, dumping it into the sauce simmering on the back burner, letting me watch him, his hand running roughly over his face as he stirs the pasta in.

“You okay? Tired?” I make my way over, standing beside him, leaned on the counter, a light hand rubbing his back making him stiffen, a ragged breath pulling from his chest. He’s finished, looking at me as I try my best to soothe him, his expression a little distraught, confused, maybe.

“I’m fine. I don’t know… Let’s just eat, yeah?” I nod, letting him carry the food over to the dining room while I collect plates and forks, meeting him and uttering a quick “Thanks” when he pulls my chair out for me. He lingers, running his hand over my hair, letting his thumb fan over the spot he was nosing on my neck and leaning over to press a soft kiss to the top of my head.

“Sit down, Leon, it’s gonna get cold.” He sighs, moving to take his seat, dragging it a little closer before sitting himself down, just looking at me, making no move to serve himself, staring, sitting close as he can get. “Hey, if you wanna shower first-”

“No, shit, sorry princess, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” He takes my plate, serving me, then himself, giving my worried look a tight smile as he picks up his fork, his free hand rubbing at his forehead as he collects a bit. “Don’t worry, okay? Just… Feeling weird.” An unsatisfactory explanation, and he knows it, giving me a sorry look and shoving his fork into his mouth.

“Weird?” I take a bite myself, and it’s of course delicious, his favorite meal, an easy one, simple and pleasing, especially for someone who’s been lacking in food the past week. He closes his eyes, resting his head in his hand, heaving a heavy sigh.

“Yeah… It’ll go away, it’s okay.” He’s not convincing, but I let it go, not wanting to ruin dinner by pressing him for information, the rest of our meal spent in relative quiet, the dishes piled in soapy water once we’re done.

“Just go shower, okay? I’ll be here.” He doesn’t want to, asked me to come with him, but I need to finish the dishes, and I’ve already showered today. He groans, stepping behind me to cling to me, big arms tight around my waist, his head tucked into my neck, breathing me in, hips pressing into my ass.

“Can’t… Wanna stay here…” He’s being too much, more obsessive than usual, refusing a shower he’d usually be dying for after a long mission to get some more time against me, sniffing whatever scent he’s suddenly become so fascinated with. “Love you so much… You’re so good… My pretty girl…” He sounds dazed, groggy, mouthing at that same spot, letting his hips press into me, his erection obvious through dirty cargos.

“You’re horny? That’s it?” I’m shocked, not that he wants it, but at the way he’s going about it, acting like I’m the only thing he can put his attention on, like he can’t bear to tear himself away from me.

“That’s not… I just- I want you.” He’s breathing heavy, nosing at my throat, letting out a light groan when I press back into him, willing to indulge, even if this is a little unusual. I grip the counter, gasping when his teeth graze the spot he’s been ruining. “Sorry… Shit, smells so fucking good, need you so bad…” I reach back to grip him by his hair, my eyes widening when they meet his, black, veiny looking tendrils spread out around them, darkness visible beneath his skin.

“Leon, what’s-? Your face is-”

“Shit, thought that was taken care of.” He doesn’t seem eager to explain, only to press his lips to mine, groaning and sliding a hand up to grip the side of my neck, giving himself a better angle, his body pressing mine into the counter.

“Hey, wait-”

“Please-! Just- fuck, I don’t- hnn-” He tucks his face back down, grinding himself into me, his needy tone turning me on more than I’d like to admit. “I don’t know what- What it is, just need you… Need you right now.” I give in, pushing back into him, making him moan, loud and whiny, his lips latched onto my neck, sucking on that spot. I’m worried, but he’s so needy, frantic, mouthing at my neck and holding me tight, keeping me against him, acting like he’s scared I’ll leave him in this state. “It’s your smell… Driving me fucking crazy…” He lets me turn around, stares at me, eyes hazy, black veins spread out over his skin, expression dazed, attention solely on me.

“You mean the plaga… Did this?” I press my palms to the sides of his face, running my thumbs over the black beneath his skin, letting him pull my legs up over his hips, his dick seeming hotter than usual, all of him, really, a light sheen of sweat shining on his skin.

“Think so, fuckers said it was a gift… It’s hot, fucking hurts.” I kiss him, letting him set the pace, quick and needy, his hands on my ass squeezing and pressing me into him, his low groan breathed into my mouth. “That’s so good… Never felt this good…” He’s walking off toward the bedroom, dipping down to kiss at my neck before crawling onto the bed, him seated over me, just looking at me, expression pained, hands light on my hips. “Something’s wrong in my head, thinking like a damn animal.” He leans down, moaning and squirming once his lips meet my throat, teeth closing over my skin, his hands squeezing harshly on my hips making me let out a displeased noise. “Sorry baby, sorry… I’m trying-fuck- I’ll be good, good boyfriend, make you feel good.” He kisses his bite, licking it, groaning and pulling back to take a look, a loud moan ripping out of him as he eyes his mark, his lips meeting mine in a harsh kiss, hands roaming up under my shirt, nails digging into the skin of my stomach when he grinds into me, rough, hips digging into the backs of my thighs.

“Being a little rough, yeah?” I don’t mind, not really, not when he needs it this bad, when he sounds so desperate, moaning loud before trailing his lips down, rushed, feverish kisses planted down my jaw, my neck, my hands dug into his hair and gripped tight to his bicep.

“I’m sorry… Sorry… Can’t help it, you’re making me- god, you smell so fucking good.” He brings one hand down, eagerly shoving his fingers past the band of my shorts, groaning into my throat when his thumb meets my clit, mouthing at his bite, the flesh there tender, pain something that should bother me a little more, probably would if he seemed in better control of his actions. “You’re all I can think about… It’s so hot it fucking hurts… Need you to help me, make it go away…” He pulls away from my neck, sitting himself up and looking at me, chest heaving, watching my face and rubbing me through my panties, veins spread down over his chest and arms, his dick straining against his cargos. “I can be good… I’ll make you feel good, be a good boyfriend…” He dips his fingers down, feeling the slick-soaked patch of my underwear, groaning and using his other hand to pull at my shorts, barely getting them off before he shoves himself between my legs, thumb pressing harder to my clit, face against me, breathing in, tongue lapping at the wetness on my panties. “Shit… You’re so hot, so damn pretty… Making me wanna bury my dick inside and never stop making you feel good.” He whines, sucking on my underwear, squirming around, his free hand wrapped tight around my thigh.

“Leon?” I can only see his eyes, clouded and pained, meeting mine as he slips his thumb under the side of my panties, swiping slick up to my clit and rubbing smooth, rough circles. “Are you sure this is... “ He doesn’t respond, just grips onto my panties, ripping them off, my wide eyes ignored, his closed as he presses his face into me, groaning and licking at my wetness, his tongue lapping over my clit making me moan, my hands dug into his hair egging him on, his hips pressing into the bed.

“You taste so good… It hurts, my dick’s fucking aching, all for you. Wanna make you mine over and over, fill this pussy so good you can’t think of anything but me.” He groans, pressing his thumb back to my clit, rubbing harshly, his lips pressed into my wetness, kissing at my hole before pulling back, watching as he pushes two fingers inside, knuckle deep, just leaving them there, eyes flitting up to my face as he works his thumb against me. “All mine… My pretty girl… I love you so fucking much, want you forever… Never let you out of this fucking bed.” He’s getting harder to understand, breathless, needy words spoken barely above a whisper, his face moving to press into my thigh, watching my face, the rough skin of his thumb against me making me shake. “You can’t cum yet… Need you to cum on my dick, fuckin’ hold me inside while I cream your perfect- nnh-!” I clench around his fingers, and he pulls them out, the pressure of my near orgasm leaving me in an instant, my eyes on him when he pushes his fingers into his mouth, cleaning off the mess before leaning down, pressing his lips to mine, pushing my shirt up to expose my chest, squeezing with one hand and running his dick over my slit with the other, apparently not keen to get his clothes off before getting to business.

“Hey, wait, get a condom.” He groans, pressing against my entrance, the head feeling larger than usual, swollen beyond its usual girth, painful when he pushes, stretching me without fully pressing inside.

“Don’t make me- please- I need to- Let me cum inside.” He looks scared, chest heaving with frantic breaths, his head falling down to rest in the crook of my neck, his voice whiny and uneven, skin running too hot against mine, his hand shaking against my side. “Please… Please baby, it hurts, I need it…” He stops prodding at my entrance, slotting himself against me in the mean time, calming himself down a little with a deep breath against my neck.

“Leon… Are you sure you… Need it?” He moans, grinding into me, mouthing at my throat, pressing his nails into my side, barely keeping himself together with how needy he is, shaky and hot and messy, drooling all over my throat.

“Yes, need to-nnh- cum inside, make you mine, fill you so fucking full-Oh god-” He grinds himself up into me again, waiting for my approval, sucking harshly on my throat, his hand gripping, his whole body shaking against me. “Please baby… Please, just until it goes away, wanna feel you-” I roll us over, seating myself above him, running a hand down his stomach, watching his face, desperate, eyes cast down at his leaky dick laying on his stomach, a pained expression ruining his pretty face when I run my fingers over the length of him. “Stop-! Jesus Christ you’re-fuck-! You’re- ah- hurting me. Let me inside- please- ‘s too hot, I can’t- need you to-” I sink down on him, giving him his wish, his dick painfully swollen, stretching me out, pressed tight to my cervix once I’m seated above him. “Shit-! Yes, god, that’s it… Feels so good, so prefect for me, such a good-nnh…” He doesn’t let me do much work, just meets my hips, using his hands to lift me up and slam me back down, being harsher than usual, but it still feels good, his face one of the hottest sights I’ve ever seen, completely fucked, whiny coos and begging passing his lips as he slams into me.

“Le- God, you’re- Ah- so good.” That gets him, he whines, reaching to press his thumb to my clit, using his other to continue fucking me on him, pausing to hold my hips up, thrusting up into me, setting a quicker pace, moaning when I clench around him, my legs shaking from working over him, his thumb and rough pace working me up quick.

“Ah- you- You’re so- shit- fucking pretty… Such a good girl- nnh- I love you- love- fuck-!” He’s shaking, whiny and breathless, barely able to keep his rhythm, moaning loudly when I lean back to plant a hand on his thigh, letting him fuck up into me, shoving himself as deep as he’ll go, my insides feeling numb from how rough he’s being, the pleasure from his thumb on my clit keeping me from worrying too much about how sore I’ll be tomorrow. “Need you to cum… Wanna feel it, have you squeeze me, fuck… Gonna make you mine, cum inside this tight-nnh- Make sure you’re full, be good-ah- a good fucking-shit…” He’s cumming, and so am I, the whole thing a hazy warm pleasure, his lips kissing his mark on my neck, the feeling of him emptying inside making it all more intense, satisfying, in some sick way. “Yes, feels so good, fuck, so perfect, letting me-ah- cum inside, make you mine, fucking-nnh- mine-” He starts moving again once I release him, pulling halfway out before pressing back inside, fucking his mess deeper, groaning and sitting up to watch.

“Leon, no more.” I try to pull off him, but he holds me still, giving me a pleading look, his skin still feverish, his dick filling back out as he thrusts slowly up into me, stretching me back out with an obscenely lusty, fucked out look on his face.

“One more time…” He lets me pull up off him, using my kneeling stance to roll us over, sitting up above me to look at his mess, breathing heavy and looking pained when he presses two fingers inside, gathering whatever had leaked out of me on shaking fingers and pushing it back inside, using it as lube, watching his fingers move, not at all minding my squirming. “Just- One more time, okay? Please, I know you can do it, I’ll take care of you… Can we..?” I sigh, nodding, still breathing heavy from the rough treatment from the first round, a little afraid of how he’ll be now that he has proper mobility.

“Okay. Can you… Be a little more gentle?” He frowns, leaning over me to press a feverish, sweet kiss to my lips, pulling back to look at me, swollen dick pressing against me, pushing its way inside, the stretch worse than before, if that’s even possible.

“ ‘m sorry, baby, I’m trying… Just- Fuck, I’m not good…” He sounds distraught, leaning his face down to nose at my neck, breathing me in, some of the tension releasing from his shoulders as he slumps down over me. “I can be good… I’ll go-ah- slow…” He pushes his way inside, sinking all the way in before pulling back out, letting out an obscene whine into my neck, slow strokes making us both moan, his body tight to mine, hunched over me, face buried into my throat, moaning and whining, one arm holding him up, the other hand gripped to my hip, slowly pulling me in to meet his thrusts, gentle, the pressure against my cervix duller, the drag of his dick on my insides smoother with his release inside, squelching along with my slick. “Fuck… Is this good? Am I- shit- you have no idea how good you make me feel… I love you so much… so fucking much. Want you forever, wanna-ah- bite into that pretty neck and let-shit- let everyone know you’re mine. All mine-Nnh-” He’s speeding up, sitting up above me, big hands searing hot on my hips, his eyes on my face, watching my expression, letting out low whines and pleasured faces, his grip pulling me into him, letting him press deeper.

“Thought you were-ah- gonna go slow?” He slows down, heeding my wish unnecessarily, groaning loudly when he loses the relief he was getting, thrusting shallow and slow, head hanging as he does. “You don’t have to-” He takes that as the only invitation he needs, going back to his quicker pace, his hands a little tighter on my hips, pulling me down into quick thrusts, bouncing me on his dick, groaning and watching as he presses his thumb back to my clit, his other hand collecting mine when I try to stop him, holding them down against my stomach, the pressure above my pubic bone making his dick drag a little more harshly along my insides, my pleased, dazed moan met with a whiny groan.

“Like that? Shit- That’s it, take it, you were fucking-Hnn- made for it, made for my dick, meant to be-ah- full of me…” I struggle against his grip, not because I want him to stop, but the intensity is ruining me, making me sickly hot, his sticky skin transferring his heat to me, making me clammy. “Need you to take it. Yeah-ah- take my dick, and my cum, fucking- milk me, let me-shit- let me cum inside all fucking night, until I know you’re- mine, until you can’t take another-Hah- fucking second. Until you’re just as needy as me- Shit-!” He’s barley keeping it together, hips now slamming into me, his hands on my hands and one of my thighs, pulling me into rough, deep thrusts, his whiny words making me clench around him, earning myself some pleading whimpers, his head dropping back down to mouth at that same spot, my hands on his side and back, nails digging in making him whimper, hips stalling for half a second before he’s back at it, working his thumb against me, moaning into me when I shake.

“Leon, Le- Oh my god, fucking-! Gonna- Do it with me, please… Nnh- so good, good fucking-” He bites me, not a playful nip, breaks my skin with his teeth, moaning loud into his bite and leaving his teeth dug into my skin, another few thrusts and I’m done for, the dull pleasure mixed with the pain of his bite leaving me mushy, moaning into his shoulder as I clamp down on him, his orgasm coming soon after, hot liquid spilled inside me, his low, feverish chant spoken against my throat.

“Yes, gonna make sure you’re full, be a good boyfriend, stuff you so full of me you’ll never leave, stay with me, my mark on your fucking neck. So pretty, mine, all mine. Shit, wait-” He pulls back, that same pained expression on his face, his dick still hard, flushed bright red, a questionable swollen part at the base a little concerning, considering it was not there a few minutes ago. “Let me back inside.” He sounds scared, like if I don’t relent it would be the worst thing that’s ever happened to him, staring down at his dick, soaked in his own cum and pressed back to my entrance. I feel raw, a little too fucked out, his roughness not something my body’s used to, not that it’s bad, just not what I expected out of tonight. “Fuck, say yes, let me inside, you’re letting it out, wasting it…” He looks sad, staring down at my leaking hole with a forlorn expression.

“Take what you need, yeah?” He groans, eyes flitting up to my face as he presses back inside, his eyes barely open, face flushed, black veins covering the entirety of his skin. “Just- take this off.” I tug on his shirt, and he whips it over his head, pulling out to shuffle his pants and underwear the rest of the way off, pressing back inside and pushing my legs up toward my stomach, a hand on the back of each of my thighs, his dick seated deep, pushing painfully into my cervix and making me groan.

“Fuck, that’s so good, gonna-hah- have to let me a little deeper, need my dick stuck inside, cum so-shit- deep in your perfect fucking-” He cuts himself off, setting a fast pace, slamming into me so hard it brings tears to my eyes, his upper body leaning over me, pressing my thighs into my stomach. “I love you, fuck, love you, wanna make you cum again, be good, I’ll be good, make you cum on my dick, suck me dry, god…” He’s crying, overwhelmed tears streaming down his cheeks, nearly drooling, messy, whining and hammering into me, his nails digging into my skin making me moan, too fucked out to differentiate pain from pleasure, just focused on the heat of him, the full feeling he’s giving me, the swollen base of his dick nudging at my hole.

“Leon- what-?”

“ ‘s okay, it’ll-ah- feel good, don’t worry baby, shit-” I feel another orgasm on its way, a dull pleasure, my body too overstimulated to feel it properly. He’s barely keeping himself together, whining and rutting into me, desperate thrusts almost animal-like, all instinct, his mouth sucking at the bloody skin of my neck. “You’re gonna cum… Gonna push it in, you can take it, fuck, take all of me, need you to. Give it to me, keep feeling good, let me show you what a good-ah- boyfriend- shit- Gonna cum, c’mon baby, give it to me, please, need it, need you so bad, you’re so close, want you to- fuck- yes, yes-” He shoves himself inside, all the way, the stretch making me groan and writhe, but I can’t escape him, he’s stuck inside, held there by the swollen base of his dick.

“Shit, hurts, fucking hurts-”

“Sorry, shit, sorry baby. I’m so fucking sorry, needed to, I’ll fix it, I’ll- ah- Let me…” He rubs my clit, giving my hazy brain something to focus on other than his dick emptying into me a third time, the feeling of warm liquid filling what space is left inside making me release a dazed moan, his own groan low and guttural, the sound turning into a soft whimper when he grinds into me, making me groan and shake, his fingers steady on my clit, forcing me into another orgasm as he moves against me, not able to do much other than grind, his dick seated deep inside. “My god, feels so fucking good, stuck inside you like this, your perfect fucking pussy clamped down on me…” He moans, lifting up onto his elbows to look at me, probably entirely fucked, messy, out of it from four orgasms. “So pretty… You like this? Looks like it…” He kisses me, grinding, the stretch slowly becoming less painful, my body used to his new size.

“No more?” I don’t really have it in me to speak properly, exhausted now that the excitement’s died down and he’s not slamming into me like a damn dog. He sighs, happy, kissing my forehead before sitting up, the shift in position making us both groan, his head shaking lightly side to side. “How long until..?” He looks at me, coming down from his needy haze, the veins slowly disappearing, leaving him my Leon, apart from the new addition to his dick.

“Don’t know… I’m sorry, princess, I don’t know what the hell’s wrong with me-”

“It’s fine, Leon… Interesting gift they gave you, huh?”

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rookieleonskennedy · 11 months

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unholy communion

Just posting one of my fics from ao3 onto here (:

Rookie!Leon x fem!reader

Description: “What a pretty angel, letting a devil split her open on his cock.”

WARNINGS/tags: MDNI, dominant Leon, spit kink, religion kink, religious imagery, praise kink, size kink, breeding kink, choking, unsafe sex, PWP, no y/n

Enjoy!

The motel room Leon found for you two after the events of Racoon City was modest at best, but to your weary and sore bodies it might as well have been a five-star resort. Leon had taken the initiative to check you two in, as you trailed behind him blindly, exhausted from the day’s events.

“I hope you don’t mind…” Leon began, giving you a shy look over his shoulder as he began to lead the way to where you would be sleeping for the night. “I only got us one room. It’s just…after the events of today I didn’t want to be alone.” He cleared his throat hastily, “Didn’t want you to be alone, I mean.” His voice trailed off at that, cheeks flushing red.

You smiled at his bashfulness, “I don’t mind that at all Lee,” you said honestly, as you felt the same as he did. Knowing that he would be close by throughout the night relaxed you, and you felt an invisible weight lift off your shoulders. You knew that if he had gotten you two separate rooms it was unlikely you would have slept at all.

“I can’t wait to wash all this fucking grime off of me!” You groan, looking down at your hands in disgust. They were practically grey, covered in God knows what. Leon chuckled heartily at your exclamation, looking down at his own hands in agreement, “You’re telling me.” He mumbled, finally stopping at one of the motel room doors.

“This is us,” Leon muttered, fumbling with the room key as he worked to unlock the door. You almost collapsed in relief at his statement, your body yearning for the warmth of a shower and the comfort of a bed. He finally opened the door, and you could have sobbed in relief at the sight before you. A beautiful king-sized bed lay in the middle of the room, looking like it could swallow you whole in its comforting down.

“You take a shower first,” Leon stated, nodding toward the bathroom at the back of the room. “I’ll check out the surrounding area to make sure we’re safe while you’re in there.” You hum in grateful acknowledgment, already headed in the direction he motioned to.

You set the water just shy of scalding, shedding your dirtied and destroyed clothes before stepping into the hot spray. You moan at the feeling of the hot water running in rivulets down your skin, taking the dirt and grime from your earlier adventures down the drain with it. Thankfully, the motel provided bath products for you to use, and the calming scent of lavender overtook your senses as you freed your skin from the blanket of grime encapsulating it.

When you were done, your skin was raw from all the scrubbing required to cleanse yourself, but you didn’t care. You were just glad to finally be clean. Toweling off the excess water that still clung to your skin, you found a plush cotton robe to pull on hung in the bathroom and then wrung your hair mostly dry with a towel. You headed out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, finding Leon sitting in one of the chairs by the bed.

He smiled at you as you exited the bathroom, “Well, well, look at you!” He exclaimed, flashing you a playful wink. “All cleaned up and feeling better, huh?” He asked, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees as he looked at you, and a blush rushed to your cheeks.

“Mhm,” you hummed. “I feel so much better now.” You flashed a smile at him. “Your turn to clean up, you stink!” You tease him as you sat on the bed. “I’ll order us food while you’re in there.”

Leon laughed at your teasing with a shake of his head, “Okay, okay. I guess that’s only fair. Make yourself comfortable on the bed, I can stay in the chair next to it tonight.” He headed towards the bathroom to clean himself up, and you ordered the food to be delivered to the room.

A little while later Leon walked out of the bathroom wearing a cotton robe just like yours, his wet hair pushed back off his head to reveal his whole face to you. Your face heated once more. While his bottom half was completely covered by the tied robe, the top part was slightly loosened, revealing his bare, toned chest to your gaze.

“Food on the way?” He asked with a grin in your direction, catching you staring at his chest. “U-uh, yeah. It’s coming.” You stuttered, flustered at the sight before you. Leon chuckled at your reaction. “You okay?’ he asked, seeming genuinely concerned for a moment before he winked at you playfully once again. “Your face is pretty red,” he added with a kind smile. “I’m not that pretty to look at am I?”

Your face reddened even further at being caught ogling him before you looked down at your fidgeting hands and whispered “You have no idea how good you look, Lee.” You hoped that he didn’t hear your quiet declaration.

If you had been looking up at him instead of your hands, you would have noticed the slight pink blush that had risen to his cheeks, as he heard you, but decided not to comment. He distracted himself from responding by looking for the remote, which he produced with a triumphant little “Aha!” aimed in your direction. You raised your eyebrows at him, mirth written in your eyes.

He waggled the remote at you, “Anything, in particular, that you feel like watching?” He asked with a small smile. You settled back into the bed with a hum, shaking your head slightly. “Whatever you want is fine, Lee.” He nodded, once again sitting in the chair next to the bed while scanning through the channels for something suitable.

Soon he found some silly reality show on the television, and it had both of you giggling like crazy at the shenanigans happening on screen. The food had arrived shortly after he put the show on, and both of you ate ravenously, bodies craving nourishment after the strenuous events of the day.

Both of you had finished your meals, and Leon had graciously cleaned up the trash before resuming his spot in the chair next to you in the bed. His eyes were glued to the TV screen, while yours were glued to the shape of his jaw, outlined in the soft glow of the show flashing in the corner of your periphery. Your chest felt warm with affection and anxiety, as you worked up the courage to ask him a question.

“Lee?” You spoke softly, trying to grab his attention. He looked over at you with a soft smile, blue eyes searching for yours. “Yeah?” He replied, just as soft as you. “What’s up? Do you need something? I can get it for you.” He could tell by the look on your face that you were nervous, but for what he didn’t know. His own chest fluttered in anticipation.

“Earlier you said that you were going to sleep in that chair…” You fidgeted with your hands, pulling at your fingers in nervousness. “But, can you come and stay in the bed with me, please? I like having you close after…everything.” Your face burned from embarrassment, ready for him to reject you for such a childish request.

However, his face lit up at your words, as he had secretly been craving the closeness you desired but was too timid himself to say anything. He smiled warmly at you, his heart picking up pace inside his chest. “Oh, of course,” He replied immediately. “I would never say no to that.” He was actually quite giddy that you had asked him to share the bed and had no qualms about it. “It’d make me feel better too.” He added, coming to rest next to you under the soft covers of the bed.

You scooted closer to him, the warmth of his body pressing into yours was a soothing balm on your frayed nerves. Tentatively, you rested your head on his chest. “Thanks, Lee,” you whispered against his skin delicately.

His shoulders relaxed upon the contact of your head on his chest, for having you close was as much a balm to him as it was to you. His arms encircled you, pulling you ever so slightly closer, and squeezed you gently. “You comfy?” He asked, genuinely curious, as he brushed your hair back from your face and behind your ear. “I can readjust if you’re not.”

You hummed in the affirmative as his hand stroked your hair affectionately, nuzzling into his firm chest and relaxing at the safe feeling his arms around you brought. His gaze on you was tender, and he smiled down at your figure resting on his chest. He gave your body another squeeze before a hand trailed down to your back and began tracing your spine through the robe in feather-light strokes.

“You’re safe now,” He murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head in promise. You kissed his chest in response, your hand coming up to stroke his midriff gently. You felt him shiver under your fingers at the touch.

“Lee?” You whispered, looking up at him through your lashes from your position on his chest. “Yes, dear?” He responded softly, raising his eyebrows slightly as he looked down at you. He gave you another comforting squeeze, letting you know that he was listening to whatever you wanted to say to him.

You took a deep breath, eyelashes fluttering. Your gaze flickered between his eyes and his lips quickly before you spoke, “Kiss me?” you whispered, as butterflies took flight in your abdomen.

Leon’s own breathing had hitched beneath the ear you rested on his chest, his eyes immediately flitting to your lips. He swallowed nervously, heart pounding in his chest. His face had a beautiful pink blush as he responded, “U-uh, yeah. Y-yeah I can do that.” He answered in a hushed tone, as if speaking too loudly would make you change your mind.

You smiled up at him in relief, but made no move yet, wanting him to initiate the contact. Leon took a moment to steady himself before placing his hand beneath your chin and guiding your face up to his ever so slowly. You both closed your eyes, noses brushing together tenderly. Leon gently placed his lips upon yours, in a soft, sweet peck before moving back in a bit more insistently. His arms then wrapped around you tightly, his hands desperately winding themselves in your hair. The kisses he gave you were filled with nervousness, but also excitement, hope, and adoration.

You sighed happily into the kisses, your own hands resting on each side of Leon’s neck. His pulse fluttered like a bird’s wings beneath your touch. His lips were unbelievably soft against yours, plush like fine velvet. You shuddered at the feeling of his hands in your hair, your skin flushing red at the intimate touch.

Wanting to be closer to him, you threw a leg over his hips, allowing you to straddle him. The new angle allowed the two of you to kiss deeper, more passionately, and you felt Leon groan heartily into your mouth at the heightened sensations.

His hands traveled from your hair and down the robe covering your sides, coming to rest on the swell of your hips. He was lost in you, his whole being now simmered down to the connection of your lips on his. You felt the same, your world had condensed until all that existed was the man beneath you. His body was the only galaxy in which you existed, and the constellations covering his skin were now yours to chart.

Your hands roamed across Leon’s chiseled chest, thumbs reverently caressing each side of his neck before your hands found themselves tangled into his damp blond hair. Your chests pressed firmly together, and you could feel Leon’s pulse hammering alongside your own.

The revelation that he was just as affected by you as you were by him sent a beam of heat straight to your core, and your thighs tightened briefly. You swallowed the soft moans emanating from Leon’s mouth at this motion eagerly, offering a few lewd noises of your own in return.

The feeling of your hands in his hair had Leon leaning into the touch, a groan rumbling in his throat. Hearing your moans mingling with his own sent him into a frenzy of passion, and he began to kiss you more intensely, your bottom lip becoming entrapped between his teeth. You gasped at the pain as it melted into pleasure, tugging sharply on Leon’s hair in response.

His breathing became ragged at this, a loud whine escaping his throat. The grip he had on your hips tightened, before his hands began to travel back up your sides and then threaded themselves in the hair at the nape of your neck. With a sharp tug, Leon pulled your head back, tearing your lip from the hold of his teeth and angling your neck to the side for easier access.

He began to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down the soft expanse of your throat, his teeth grazing your pulse point hesitantly before he finally gained resolve and sank them gently into your skin with a possessive groan. His body trembled like a leaf beneath yours as the sensation of his teeth marking your neck caused you to keen, high and reedy, in the back of your throat.

You were panting in desire at this point, the arousal coursing through your veins felt like shooting stars beneath your skin, a sensation like no other. “Lee,” you whined. “Feels good.” He huffed against your neck, continuing to softly pepper the skin of your neck with mottled bruises.

A fire was kindling low in your stomach, but you wanted more. You tugged his hair, removing his mouth from your neck, his gaze meeting yours inquisitively. “You don’t have to be gentle with me, Lee. I won't break.” Something ignited within his baby blues at this revelation, his pupils overtaking the soft hue of his iris.

With a desperate moan, he began to handle you more roughly. His teeth sunk into your skin harder than before, and his hands moved beneath the cotton of your robe to squeeze the globes of your ass tightly.

“Oh God,” you keened, your head thrown back in otherworldly bliss. The sting of his teeth on your neck and the brush of his hands on your skin felt like rapture, an exaltation of pleasure you would continue basking in for as long as he would let you.

Looking down at him, and seeing the way he had lost himself in the touch of your skin sent sparks dancing across your nerves. “I’m yours Lee,” you gasp, the words falling from your lips like a lost sinner’s confession. “Do whatever you want with me.”

Leon’s hands shook against your skin as he took in your words, his forehead coming to rest upon the small patch of your chest that had become uncovered in the midst of your kissing. Your words were a hymn that he had once thought to be long lost, a hymn that he thought would never bless the ears of a reprobate such as he. This was a gift he would not squander and a song that he craved to hear forevermore.

He planted a swift kiss on your chest before speaking, “I’m going to take my time with you.” His tone was low and husky, and he flashed you a devilish grin before placing more kisses across the swells of your chest.

A shiver wracked through your body at his darkened tone, your hips undulating down upon his lap beneath you, searching for sinful friction. Having nothing on beneath your robe, you could feel, very well, the bulge that resided beneath Leon’s own covering against your dripping core.

He groaned softly at your movements against him, his face flushed a dark red. His breath was hitching in his throat, and you knew that your hip’s rotation against his was riling him up. His hands fluttered from your rear to the tie of the robe at your waist, fingers slowly but nimbly undoing the knot he found there.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, sweet thing.” He chuckled. You pulled his head back sharply by his hair in response, making him look you in the eye as you ground your hips downward forcefully, gasping as his bulge grew under your gyrations. “I think I have an idea,” you managed to whimper out, eyes fluttering at the sensation beneath you.

Leon let out a whimper of his own, his eyes widening when you grind down on him. “Fuck,” he whispered, looking into your eyes with desperation. You were a new messiah above him, an idol he could gladly worship for the rest of his days. “You like what you feel? What you see?” He continued hoarsely, arousal clear in his voice.

You moaned loudly, dragging his spit-slick lips up to meet yours in a bruising kiss with a rough pull of his hair. He could have sworn he felt God at that moment. “Yes,” you breathed into his open and panting mouth, “I like it so much, Lee.” His eyes fluttered closed as his lips locked with yours and he groaned into your mouth. His teeth nibbled on your bottom lip, another moan escaping from your throat as he did so. His face was dusted red with lust, his hands fervently trailing across your skin under your now untied robe.

He broke the kiss to take a deep breath, his head thrown back against the headboard as he helped you slide the cotton material off your body. “God, fuck.” He panted, eyeing your now naked form, before reconnecting his mouth with yours forcefully. You continued to grind down on his lap, the friction feeling like heaven on your needy and swollen clit.

“Lee,” you whimpered needily. “Touch me, please.” You were practically begging, needing more of Leon. Needing him closer, needing him deeper than sitting astride his lap would allow.

You were an angelic vision in Leon’s eyes, a holy temptation sent from some higher power to break him down until he was nothing but an obedient servant to you. He would readily tear himself apart for this, would gladly bare himself as a sacrifice at the altar of your body day after day if it meant that he could hear the saccharine words of sin spilling from your lips above him again and again until the day he died.

He let out a soft, needy, whimper. “My God…I will.” His hands caressed your sides before resting on your inner thighs with a rough squeeze. He could see the wetness pooling between them, the manna he craved to devour so close, but he could not give in to his temptation to eat just yet.

“I’ve gotta go slow, make it worth the wait for you.” He panted, fingertips moving ever so closer to the wet apex of your thighs. You keened as his fingertips got closer, but not nearly close enough, to where you wanted them.

“Need you so bad, Lee,” You pulled at his hair in sexual frustration, “Wanna make you feel good.” He gasped at your admission, a flustered moan leaving his lips. Your words made him feel weak, like an ancient temple crumbling into ruin.

“I know, Angel. And you are making me feel so good, I just wanna make sure you feel the same way.” His hands cupped your face, “Patience is a virtue, remember?” He smirked at you teasingly.

You leaned into his touch on your face with a small groan, “Damn my virtue, Leon. I want you more than I want it.” As soon as the words had left your mouth, Leon knew that a new Psalm had been written. One that he knew he had to get you to sing, one that he knew he had to sing with you.

With an animalistic groan, Leon flipped you onto your back, shedding himself of his robe while he did so. His cock was hard and proud against his abdomen, and you moaned at the sight of it hovering above you. Swollen and red, the tip leaked a steady stream of precum onto your stomach while Leon’s arms bracketed your head, and his lips swallowed yours in another heavenly kiss.

Your hands found themselves tangling in Leon’s hair yet again, using the leverage gained from their grip to hitch your hips up slightly and run your wet folds across his throbbing cock with a gasp. His answering noise was absolutely sinful , and one of his hands came to wrap around your throat. “Please,” he whimpered, squeezing his hand around your throat. The pressure he applied on your neck was just enough to have you seeing stars, your eyes rolling back into your head from the sensation.

“Not yet,” he ground out, hand releasing your throat. “Be a good girl and let me have my fill, and then you’ll get stuffed full of my fat cock. That okay?” He tapped the side of your face twice as he said this, waiting for your response. “Yes sir!” You whimpered.

This new, dominant side of Leon sent your head spinning. He looked at you reverently, like an apostle looking at their messiah for approval. Having given him yours, Leon moved down your body, whispering praises against your skin as he made his way down to your throbbing heat.

Settling himself between your shaking thighs, Leon looked up at you from his position and groaned in pleasure.

You were the Ark of the Covenant, a beautiful and sacred relic seated before him, forbidden to be touched and sullied by the likes of him. But he had fought his temptation for you for so long, and he was nothing but a dirty sinner, after all. Finally giving in to the carnal desires of his flesh, Leon’s mouth found its way onto your dripping cunt with a hum.

Your body came alight at the touch of his mouth on your core. Your back arched, your hands flew to his hair to lace themselves in it, and your heels dug into his back.

The fervent strokes of Leon’s tongue against your folds was your resurrection. Before this moment you had perished, your body slowly returning to the dust from whence you came. But with each suckle on your clit, and each lap of his tongue against your greedy hole, Leon had gifted your once withering body with the breath of life.

His mouth was insistent, never breaking from its attachment to your wet heat even despite the way your body undulated beneath his divine ministrations. His tongue lapped at your cunt like it was holy water, blessed for Leon by God himself. He would rather be damned than waste a single drop of the liquid manna that had been bestowed upon him.

You cried out in bliss as Leon worked, hands and thighs tightening around him. “M’gonna come,” you slurred, eyelids heavy from lust as you peered down at the man worshiping your cunt.

The sight before you had the fire within your stomach roaring into an inferno, an orgasm washing over you, consecrating your body into hallowed ground.

Leon’s hair fanned out between your thighs like a golden halo as his sapphire blue eyes met yours while you came undone on his face. He looked saintly , an absolute picture of sinful devotion painted between your trembling thighs. You wanted to capture this profane image of him and have it turned into a prayer card, one whose iconography you would eternally devote yourself to.

Leon moaned deeply at the feeling of you unraveling on his tongue. Committed to giving you as much pleasure as possible, he continued fucking you with his tongue until your delicate hands were no longer pulling him in, but rather pushing his head away.

He traveled up your body slowly, placing reverent kisses to your skin as he made his way up to your face. Hovering above you, he was enraptured. Your face was flushed red with arousal, eyes cloudy from the post-orgasm haze. You looked like lust personified, your body the picture of cardinal sin.

“Please, let me fuck you.” His words fell upon your ears not as a mere plea for the secular comfort of your flesh, but as a devout prayer. Here he knelt before you, begging for your intercession on behalf of his engorged cock.

Who were you to deny such a pretty prayer? He had been most devoted to your pleasure, therefore it was only right to answer his request in the affirmative.

“Fuck me.” You said as you nodded, spreading your legs, revealing the altar of your body to him once more. Ever the acolyte to your demands, Leon wasted no time situating himself between your spread thighs.

You helped him guide his aching dick to your entrance as his forearms came to rest on either side of your head. Your noses brushed gently, a gasp being passed between the two of you as his tip slipped past the first ring of muscle separating your sex from his.

He kept pushing forward, and one of his hands moved to cup your jaw as his own went slack at the feeling of you enveloping him. Your pulse danced beneath his hand, and your eyes rolled back into your head as the sweet pressure of him filling you overwhelmed your senses. He was so big, and so thick. You were uncertain if your body could make a home for him inside itself.

That thought quickly banished itself, however, when his dick finally made its final push to seat itself inside you. With a breathy moan, you relished in the feeling of having Leon seated snugly inside you.

He had you crucified on his cock, and yet your body still craved more. Your hands scrambled to find purchase on his shoulders as you mewled at the euphoric sensation of his member stretching you out.

“Oh, My God.” Leon groaned against your mouth, your fluttering walls squeezing him so tightly that he was unsure he could move within you.

“Please move, Lee.” You whined, and ground yourself down onto his cock. His hand on your jaw spasmed, squeezing your face briefly in surprise at your movements.

He gasped, and pressed his lips to yours in a heated and sloppy kiss. The hand on your jaw shifted to your neck, and with a gentle squeeze in warning, Leon began pistoning his hips into yours.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving marks in their wake, and your legs wrapped themselves around his hips for stability. The drag of his swollen cock against your walls sent your mind reeling, and you swore to yourself. “Fuck!”

This was an ascension. Leon’s hand squeezing with the perfect pressure against your neck, his lips continuously meeting yours in brutal kisses, a litany of filthy and vile invocations leaving his lips between each one, his dick being angled at just the right spot to make you see stars, and each slide in and out of your squelching wetness had you swearing that he was bringing you closer to heaven’s gates.

Leon growled, his voice demanding and wild. “Are you gonna let me come in you, my angel? Gonna let me stuff your pussy full of me?” You keened at his words, the fire in your stomach heating to an inferno once more.

“Yes,” you panted. “Give it to me, Lee.”

With a moan, Leon released your throat, only to use his now free thumb to force your mouth apart. “Open up.” He demanded, and when you willingly complied, his thumb brushed past teeth to rest on your tongue, and he spat into your mouth with a dark laugh. “What a pretty angel, letting a devil split her open on his cock.”

Swallowing his spit around his thumb greedily, you moaned, clenching even tighter around his cock as it continued to forcefully fuck in and out of you.

The feeling of your walls clamping down on his dick, and the visual of you eagerly swallowing his spit, sent Leon flying over the edge of pleasure. His hips stuttered, burying him as deep in you as he possibly could as his cum painted your insides white.

Seeing Leon come undone above you, and feeling his warm release spill inside you, you were sent careening into ecstasy alongside him. Your cunt clamped down on him hungrily as you came with a small yell, your muscles working to keep his seed inside you, a communion offering you were determined to savor.

After a few moments spent catching his breath, Leon pulled out of you with a soft whine, collapsing next to you on the bed. He shuffled a bit before pulling you into his chest and under the covers with a soft, “C’mere.”

You nuzzled into his sternum when he prompted you closer, and you felt him press soft, sweet kisses to the crown of your head as you pressed one to his chest. You two stayed that way throughout the night, sleeping soundly in the arms of one another.

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ivy-loves-chocolate · 1 year

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If you're still doing the kink prompts, perhaps Leon Kennedy or Chris Redfield cum flation if you haven't done it yet? 😶

Note: I’m still doing the kinky prompts, they’re fun! And I’ll start with Leon and then write for Chris. Hope you like this anon!;

Pair: Leon Kennedy x F!Reader;

Word count: 1.185 words;

Tags: cum inflation, overstimulation, smut, 18+;

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Leon came from his mission in a mood. Literally, he started to take off his clothes the moment he stepped inside the house, and by the time he reached your bedroom, he was only in his briefs.

"Someone’s in the mood." You said it with a smirk. Seeing his visible bulge made you toss away your phone and open your legs for him.

"You have no idea." He said this while coming on top of you and showering you with kisses. His soft lips covered every inch of your body, and his ears were blessed with sweet giggles once he reached your neck. His nose gently brushed against your warm skin, which tickled you a little but was a pleasant sensation nonetheless. He smelled so good that it made you want to stay in that embrace forever. It was a mix of his cologne and natural scent, something that belonged to Leon alone and that gave you butteflies whenever you'd smell it, on both his skin and clothes.

As he kept biting and licking various portions of your neck, his crotch began to rub against your core. The hard bulge made you whine and roll your hips, desiring more contact and rubbing. You hugged him tightly and pushed his head deeper into the crook of your neck, almost suffocating him, but he didn't mind. Instead, he started to bite you harder.

"Leon..." you yelped once his teeth grabbed a good portion of your skin. that will leave a mark.

"Yes, my love?" he asked in a muffled voice.

"I need you."

You both kept rolling your hips and rubbing your sensitive areas until both of your underwear were soaked. It felt sticky and wet, and you both knew that you'd eventually cum. So, Leon eagerly removed both his briefs and your panties, leaving you both naked.

He was standing at the edge of the bed, ready to climb on top of you again. His cock was just amazing, and you had a hard time taking your eyes off it. It was thick, a little above average, with a very red and swollen tip.

"Hey, my eyes are up here," he teased, seeing that you were almost drooling.

"Sorry, I got distracted." You chuckled and grabbed his arm to guide him between your legs.

It didn’t take long until Leon started to pound inside you like an animal. His needs took over him completely, and he was driven by his most primitive urges, which were to breed and obtain release. The first orgasm was fast but not enough to satisfy either of you, so he kept pumping inside over and over.

The thing is, Leon never pulled out. He kept himself buried in you until his shaft hardened again, and then he would start thrusting inside your swollen cunt. He kept you plugged, so all of his load was kept inside you nicely, with a few leaks while he thrust.

You felt full already and didn't know if you could take another load, but goddamn it, his cock felt so good inside of you.

Leon didn't switch positions as he began to enjoy staying on top of you, pinning you down to the mattress. He was heavier than you and much stronger, too.

You felt another load being shot inside of you, a warm and long one followed by a few shorter ones. He weakly pumped inside his cock, and a few drops were released. However, your belly began to form a tiny bulge, and it was noticeable.

"Would you look at that?" Leon said as he rose a little to watch the little bulge, poking it gently. His cock remained inside you like a plug.

"Yeah, it's...nice, I guess." It didn't hurt or anything, but now it was impossible to ignore the feeling.

"I wonder....I wonder how much you can hold," he said, a smirk forming on his face when he finished the sentence.

"I...I don't know either..." you said, unsure. You wanted him to continue, but you didn’t know if you could handle it.

"Wanna find out?"

You nodded, and thus he began to thrust again. It was an unusual sensation; you felt stretched near your limit, but it was also nice. Because of the pressure, he rubbed that spot inside you very nicely, and you started to feel horny again.

"Hmm yes, just like that." You moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. You felt some of his cum leaking with each pump, but you didn’t mind.

With each round, Leon lasted longer, but because of the pressure on your spot you came before him. You announced your orgasm with a shaky moan, a moment in which Leon pressed himself over you.

"You’re taking me so well, babe. Can you hold it for me a little longer?" He asked as he took your earlobe between his teeth.

"Leon, I don’t know…"

"Please…" He started to bite and kiss those spots on your neck that he knew would get you in the mood.

You began to feel that pressure again, which made you whimper and hug him tightly. He picked up the pace, stimulating you even better than before.

"I’m so close, babygirl, so close. You’re doing an amazing job."

Your breath became rapid and your moans louder as you felt your orgasm coming once again. You couldn’t feel his throbbing cock, but you knew he was close by the fact that his thrusts became sloppy.

With a whimper, he came inside you for the last time, releasing a huge load inside your tired and stretched cunt. You didn’t know that was even possible.

Your bulge increased significantly, and Leon got up on his palms to see it. A smile appeared on his face, and he started to poke it with his finger.

"It looks so weird, but I like it."

"I-I kinda like it too." You giggled and watched him play with your bulge. He palmed it and massaged it. Overall, he was proud of what he did, but he knew he couldn’t stay like that forever. So he pulled it out, and a thick, white fluid started to flow out. of your hole.

"Oh my God, this feels nice." You said after that, pressure was released.

"I bet." Leon chuckled and laid beside you, starting to caress your cheek with his fingers.

"You came in a kinky mood, mister."

His laugh echoed in the room.

"It’s all you, babe. You make me like this." He pulled you into his arms, closing the distance between you. His mouth started to kiss your face while his hand caressed your back.

"I wonder what else is hidden in there." You teased him and pressed your finger on his forehead.

"We can find out tomorrow," he said with his eyes half-closed.

"Sounds good; I bet you’re exhausted after cumming so many times." Your hand began to caress his cheek in an attempt to help him fall asleep.

"I’m glad. My balls are on fire, tho," he said with a sleepy voice.

You both chuckled and fell asleep quickly. This has tired you both.

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sapphires-and-silver-linings · 1 year

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Half-Life | Chapter Two

He didn’t know what to make of you.

Pairing: Plaga!Leon S. Kennedy/F!Chubby!Paranormal Investigator!Reader

Tags: Fluff, Mutual Pining, Angst, Body Horror

Notes: Here's chapter two! This was a lot of fun to write! I hope you guys like the banter and interactions as much as I enjoyed writing them lol. I think our little monster Leon is so cute in this. Please leave a comment if you can! would love to know your thoughts!

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“Wow… that’s… good?” you told him, lying through your teeth, thinking about how you got yourself into this predicament.

Leon had ushered you down the winding path of the village outskirts, the two of you trying to maneuver around a pervasive awkward silence after your initial meeting.

When Leon wasn’t actively trying to intimidate you, he was reserved. Almost… shy?

To break the tension, you had asked if he invited all of his visitors home.

His reply?

“Just the pretty ones.”

You laughed at that, rolling your eyes, and he rubbed the back of his neck with a chuckle before growing more serious.

“This is the first time in a decade I’ve actually talked to someone. Most people… run away before they start asking questions.” His eyes shifted over to you as he added, “As they should. You’re a special case, apparently.”

You scoffed. “You scare them away, though. On purpose. Not my fault I saw through it.”

“Well, it’s for their own good. And my peace of mind. You really managed to catch me off guard.”

“It’s a skill few possess,” you replied with a teasing grin.

He clicked his tongue in response before leading you up to a house with large front double doors. “Home sweet home.”

You released your hold on his arm, watching as he opened them and swept his hand forward, offering to let you walk in first.

What a gentlemonster, you joked to yourself.

You nodded and made your way inside, sliding your backpack off your shoulders and setting it down against the wall before taking in the decently sized space. It was pretty nice, though bare of decorations and a bit worn. Must be great not having to pay rent.

“Mi casa es su casa,” he told you, closing the doors.

Shutting out the day, you came to realize just how dark the place was. Even the windows did little to aid your sight, as the sun was beginning to set.

“Uh, Leon?”

“Yeah?”

Those glowing red eyes were trained on you, even more pronounced in the shaded room. “Is there a light in this place? Or do you just… live like this?”

“Shit,” he hissed, breezing past you to a cabinet and pulling out an array of white candles and a box of matches, setting them on the dining table in front of you. “Yeah, I can kinda… see in the dark.”

He opened the small box and tried to carefully pluck a match from inside, struggling to gain purchase with his claws on the tiny wooden handle.

“Let me,” you offered, gently tugging out his hand and grabbing a match. “And night vision, huh? That sounds useful.”

He seemed genuinely shocked by the action, eyes widened slightly, before clearing his throat and taking a step back to let you strike the match and light the surrounding candles. “Uh, yeah. Guess so.”

Once the wicks were lit, covering the room in a soft yellow glow, you gave him a smile. “So, you were saying about dinner?”

“Right, I’ll get on that. Sit tight.”

That was an hour ago.

And now you sat with a plate in front of you, just finished with chewing a tentative forkful of the charred hunk of meat placed there.

You watched Leon eat his own in a couple bites, simultaneously uneased by the way his sharp teeth shredded the morsel to bits in mere seconds, and fascinated.

Leon pulled a face as he swallowed, sighing deeply. “No need to lie. That was awful.”

“Sorry. I really tried to like it,” you said with an awkward laugh.

“Don’t be. I’m a little rusty in the kitchen. Been a long time since I’ve had company for dinner, you can imagine.” He shrugged. “And if I’m being honest, even as a human, I was never really good at cooking. Much harder with these.”

He held out his large hands, and you stared at the black claws that seemed to extend straight from his fingertips, their edges like daggers. Your gaze remained on them for a few moments before you rose it back to his face.

“I’m guessing you eat your meat raw, then?”

His eyes flicked away from you and he seemed almost ashamed. “Yeah. I didn’t, at first. Tried to keep up with cooking. But I found it easier—and tastier—to eat it… fresh. I’m not human anymore and it’s not like it can make me sick. Nothing can, actually.”

“Ah. And how does one… find that out?” you knew the answer would unsettle you but asked him anyway. It must have been morbid curiosity that drove you.

He looked uncomfortable at your questioning, and you saw his tail swish almost irritably behind him on the stool he sat upon. “I’m not sure you want to know.”

You bit your lip, feeling guilty for your nosiness. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to tell me. But I won’t judge you for it.”

He let out a humorless laugh. “You’d be smarter if you did. You just met me, after all. Who's to say I didn’t lure you here to eat you because I like to toy with my food?”

“What are you, the big bad wolf?” you taunted, unconvinced.

He leaned forward across the table, a long tongue sliding against his fangs as he stared you down, replying in a low voice that sent a shiver up your spine, “I could be. Don’t forget you can always start running, little rabbit.”

You swallowed, trying to keep the nerves that twisted in your gut at bay. “I reiterate, no one has gone missing here in ten years. You’re not munching on anybody.”

“No one who’s been reported. You’d be surprised how many drifters are in the world.” His claws were now splayed out on the wooden surface before you, digging into it.

You being you—a fool of the highest degree—you placed your hand over his, hoping he didn’t grab your arm and sink his teeth into it. “You’re not scaring me off, Leon. And we made a deal, remember? You owe me for being willing to keep my mouth shut.”

He appeared dazed as he focused on your palm pressed to his knuckles, letting out a breath as he pulled away.

“You’re stubborn.” There was a faraway look in his eye as he added, “Reminds me of someone I know… Knew.”

“Someone good, I hope?”

He grinned, the already stretched skin of his mouth somehow pulling further. “The best.”

There was a tension between you that you couldn’t name, just looking at each other, when a loud scratching noise from the front door startled you.

“What the hell is that?” you questioned lowly, your vision zeroing in on the concerning sound.

Leon stood, looking unbothered as he strode over to the door, explaining simply, “Just Wolfie.”

You looked at him as if he lost his mind, standing from your chair and backing towards the corner of the room. “Wolfie?”

Before you could protest, he flung open the door and a flash of white fur came barreling into the house, black feathers flying through the air.

You yelped as it rushed straight to you, closing your eyes and bracing for an impact that never came.

You peeked down through your fingers and saw a large white wolf-dog sitting in front of you, its tail wagging as it offered you the thing in its mouth.

“Good boy, bringing me a crow,” Leon praised in a strangely cute voice coming from… whatever the hell he was. It made something in you flutter.

He walked over to you, leaning forward to pull the dead bird from the dog’s mouth, holding it by its neck as he inspected it. “Now that’ll be a good midnight snack.”

The dog nuzzled your leg and you bent to pet him, trying to ignore the blood that stained his snout (and now your pants). You noticed the gray hairs that decorated his white fur.

Oh, you’re an old little man, you thought, ruffling the dog’s thick coat.

Disregarding the implications of your observation, you decided to poke fun at Leon’s naming skills instead, saying, “Wolfie, huh? How original.”

Leon hung the bird on a rope by its feet in the kitchen, turning to face you with a roll of his crimson eyes. “Don’t start.”

You giggled and he seemed to smile at the sound before glancing at the table and grimacing.

“Sorry about dinner, by the way. That was the last of my meat, unless you want to eat the crow. I might let you cook it, though.”

“It’s okay, I brought plenty of food in my bag.”

“Still, I really suck at this whole host thing.”

“Not threatening to eat the guests would be a great start to fixing that,” you teased.

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” he replied sarcastically.

Leon took your plate and placed it on the floor, letting “Wolfie” scarf down your uneaten meal. He stroked the dog on the head lovingly, and despite how odd it was to witness the arachnid-like creature interact with a household pet in such a way, it was somehow sweet.

“Livestock,” he said after a moment, still crouched before his canine friend.

“What?”

“How I found out I liked raw meat.”

“I see.”

He glanced up at you, then, continuing, “The villagers had livestock. Cows, pigs, chickens. Most of them were killed when the town dogs were turned by the Plagas. After I cleared out the parasites, I planned on keeping a few of the farm animals around, for eggs and milk, you know?”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I tried. But then I went a few days without eating, the wildlife in the area having fled during the chaos stirred up by the cult. There was nothing to hunt. Even the fish seemed to be hiding. I… I blacked out. Woke back up digging my claws into a half-eaten pig, surrounded by the bodies of the other dead livestock. I guess I—I guess I went into a hunger frenzy and slaughtered them all. Thank god I hadn’t found Wolfie at that point. I worry what would have happened if he were there.”

Your eyes widened at his confession, visibly stiffening up in horror.

He noticed your shift in demeanor and seemed to deflate, sighing miserably. “It hasn’t happened since. As long as I have something to eat every couple of days, I’m not a threat to you.”

Having witnessed him devour a chunk of venison just minutes prior, you relaxed marginally. “Still, a shame you wasted all that meat.”

He scrunched his nose before responding, “Actually… I didn’t waste it.”

“Wow, got quite the appetite, I take it?”

“Yes, but not that much.”

His evasive answers confused you. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Well, I didn’t want to lose myself again after that, so what bodies were left, I skinned and chopped up, putting them in the icebox. But then I ran out of fuel and couldn’t use the generator to power the electricity anymore. The meat went rancid. I was going to throw it out, obviously, but I was getting hungry again and I just… ate it anyway.”

You made a disgusted face. “Yum. I guess if you can’t get sick, you wouldn’t have to worry about food poisoning. Bet it didn’t taste great, though.”

“It didn’t, but meat is meat. I could stomach it and it kept me from going feral again. Small price to pay.” He sniffed as he stood up. “You have every reason to be afraid of me. Disgusted. I know I am.”

He looked away from you, then, his tail and appendages drooping in obvious distress.

You took a shaky exhale and stepped toward him, grabbing his arm and turning him to face you again, the confusion at your willingness to be closer to him after that conversation clear in his red irises.

“I’ll be honest, you make me nervous,” you admitted. “But you’re obviously trying your best to hang on to the more human side of you. And I’ve never met a living cryptid before, so I think I just need time to adjust. That’s all.”

“Could I even be considered a cryptid anymore if you know who and what I am now?” he questioned with a light chuckle.

“I guess not to me, personally. But to the rest of the world? Still a cryptid, I’m afraid.”

“I’d rather not be anything to the world. Except maybe a long-forgotten ghost. Would make my life easier that way.”

“Well, luck’s on your side, cos with how popular my paranormal blog is becoming, I might be able to convince people this place is a bust and they’ll hopefully lose interest in El Escorpion altogether,” you offered.

“You’d be willing to do that for me?”

“For the right price, of course,” you told him, a sly smile on your face.

He snorted. “Of course.”

Things seemed to ease after that, the two of you chatting well into the night once you chowed down on some of the food you packed yourself.

He divulged very little about his life before the transformation, opting to tell you funny stories of his antics in the wilderness instead. He asked you about your work and even after you warned him that once you started rambling it was hard for you to stop, he encouraged you to anyway, seeming to listen intently.

You managed to circle back to why you ended up there with him in the first place, asking him about his run-ins with the occasional visitor. After describing his side of the various encounters, you both got a kick at how dramatically the others told their version of events, and how his cryptid name came to pass.

“The Scorpion, huh?” he asked in amusement, glancing at his own tail and appendages. “Guess they’re not far off.”

Eventually, the candles started burning down and a yawn bubbled up in your throat as you explained controversies in the cryptozoology community, like how some scholars speculated that certain cryptids are actually just very old B.O.W.s.

“As interesting as this has been,” Leon started after you let out another aggressive yawn, “I think it’s time to call it a night.”

“And I think I have to agree,” you said with a smile. “Where’re you putting me?”

“C’mon, I’ll show you.”

With that, he led you up the stairs, Wolfie hot on your heels. He took you to the door of the only bedroom in the building, opening it up to reveal a massive and very comfortable-looking canopy bed.

You turned to Leon, confused. “There’s only one bed.”

He chuckled, plopping down on a blanket folded up on the floor next to his furry companion. “You take it. I’m good here.”

“You… sure?” you questioned tentatively.

“Positive.”

You nodded, smiling at him, and kicked off your shoes, climbing onto the mattress.

You watched him in shock as he fully retracted his appendages into his back.

He turned to catch you staring, eyebrows raised. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

You cringed, feeling ashamed you got caught ogling him and his intriguing, monstrous form. “Sorry, just didn’t… expect that.”

“Never met a cryptid 'til now and you already have expectations?” he joked, leaning on an elbow to look up at you. His already too-short shirt rode up further and you blushed when you noticed his lean, muscular stomach become more exposed, looking away quickly.

“You know what I meant, you jerk,” you chided light-heartedly.

He laughed, the loudest and most genuine one he’d given to you since meeting him. The sound made you feel warm and you weren’t sure why.

“Get some rest, now,” he told you when his laughter subsided.

You stared at him for a moment longer after he turned away from you, curling up around his dog, before you replied, “Goodnight, Leon.”

And with that, you leaned over to the bedside table and blew out the candle you had brought upstairs, darkness blanketing the room.

You stayed up for a while after that, mind going over the day, everything feeling so surreal from the moment you left the car just that afternoon.

You could almost laugh to yourself as you drifted off to the sounds of Leon and Wolfie’s deep, even breaths echoing in the room, a soft wind blowing across the window.

Strange fuckin’ day.

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Leon was the first to rouse from slumber, unfurling himself from Wolfie and slowly sitting up.

He was a little stiff from laying in the same position on the hard floor for so long, but otherwise, it had been a good night’s rest.

That was odd, he thought.

He rarely slept at all.

He heard a light snore and turned to find your still-unconscious form wrapped tightly up in his blankets, protecting yourself against the early autumn chill that crept through the room.

Silently, he stood, petting the white dog beside him that snorted in protest at his movements before making his way over to you.

Your hair was splayed out across the pillow, your eyelashes gently kissed your cheeks, and your round face seemed almost cherubic in the morning light that streamed in from the gap of the curtained window.

Sleeping so peacefully with a monster mere feet from your vulnerable form.

He didn’t know what to make of you.

You had clearly been terrified the moment you saw him, and he could rationalize your initial inability to run as a freeze response, but you had heard a rustle in the foliage and got closer. You had seen glowing eyes and reached out. You had called him a liar when he told you he would eat you.

Did you have any sense of self-preservation?

Apparently not.

And then, despite your discomfort around him, you chatted with him like he was just another stranger passing on the street. And instead of ignoring his… differences… you commented on them. Asked about them as one would ask about the weather.

Well, you were a self-proclaimed paranormal investigator meeting a supposed cryptid, after all. It must have been a strange fascination that was causing you to be so curious instead of off-put.

But what confused him the most was the fact you had touched him—gently and with ease—like you would a friend and not a literal monster threatening to kill you.

He looked down at his clenched knuckles, recalling the warmth of your palm as it rested upon the back of his hand. He thought about the way you smiled at him, how you bantered with him and teased him.

After so long by himself, he wanted to bask in this human connection he made despite knowing it was temporary. He prayed that after you left, it would tide him over until he was ready to say goodbye to this wretched existence for good.

He knew not to hope you would come back, or that he’d be lucky enough to meet someone else that would be as willing to talk to him instead of running for the hills.

Besides, as under control as he felt now that he’d had a decade to maneuver in this new body, he wouldn’t want to risk hurting anyone. He had only ever lost control once and it haunted him ever since.

It was his worst fear if he was honest with himself. To lose his mind—his sentience—kept him up at night. Every day, he checked for signs that he might be mentally deteriorating, acting more beast than man. The longer he stayed away from other people, however, the harder it became to recognize what it was to be human in the first place.

All he knew was that he needed to end it before he ever reached that point, going from just threatening to eat trespassers, to ripping them limb from limb the moment he caught them.

He couldn’t stand the thought of innocent blood on his hands after spending his whole life trying to protect it from being spilled at all.

You let out a sigh in your sleep and his gaze focused on you once more.

Despite how ridiculous you were to him, he was grateful to you for being so kind. Even as a human, he knew that was often hard to come across. And sure, he was technically paying you off to avoid attention, but that didn’t mean you had to be friendly towards him, especially after the ill-advised admittance of his eating habits.

He wondered how he would go about waking you, if he even should.

Looked like he didn’t have to, though, when your eyes fluttered open and a scream left your lips as soon as you saw him.

He jumped back, holding up his hands in a gesture he hoped would dispel your fear. Wolfie leapt up, staggering with his old joints, before growling and searching for the possible threat in the room, oblivious to the fact it was Leon who frightened you.

It would almost be funny if you didn’t shift across the bed to get away from him. He could hear your heart thrumming behind your ribs like it had when you first met, and his own sank a bit.

He was still a monster, after all.

“It’s just me,” he said in a low, calming voice.

“Jesus, Leon, you scared the shit out of me!” you replied, pressing your hand to your chest. “Were you watching me sleep?!”

“Sorry, I didn’t know how to wake you up. I was trying to avoid scaring you, but that was a wasted effort.”

You let out a breathy chuckle, and he was pleased to hear your pulse rate begin to lower. “Maybe just call my name next time or something.”

He rose a brow at that.

Next time?

No, you must have misspoken.

Clearly unaware of how you vexed him, you moved to the edge of the bed and pulled on your shoes, stretching your arms as you finally stood up. “Well, c’mon, then. I’m starving.”

You pet Wolfie as you passed him by, the dog having calmed down from the excitement moments prior, before opening the door and strolling down the hall.

Leon just stared after you, his mouth hanging ajar for a moment at your immediate change in demeanor. He still felt guilty that he had frightened you again, though this time completely by accident. It stung a bit, but he reminded himself that you should be afraid of a seven-foot-tall creature standing over you while you slept.

He shook his head as if to clear it and followed you downstairs.

You had pulled out a cereal bar from your pack, munching away at it as you walked around the bottom floor of the house aimlessly. You turned to him as he made it into the dining room, swallowing a bite before speaking, “Don’t have much décor, I see.”

He shrugged. “There were pictures on the walls when I first settled in, but they were all of the people who died in the village and religious stuff. Felt weird to leave it up, so I put it all in the attic.”

“And you just didn’t bother to add anything else?” you teased.

“The only artwork I might consider using is in the old castle, but I didn’t think the hassle of getting it was worth it.”

“Wait, there’s a castle and you chose to live here?” you questioned in disbelief.

He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “Too big. Plus, it’s just easier to hunt on this side of the lake.”

“A man of simple pleasures. I can respect it,” you told him, nodding sagely before you approached an empty shelf. “I take it there isn’t much literature around here, either?”

“Not really. Mostly journals and religious texts. Not exactly my cup of tea.”

“Anything from the cult?” There was an intrigued glimmer in your eye and Leon wondered if he would ever get used to it.

“All of it, actually.”

“Anything… interesting?” you asked, coming closer to him and clasping your hands together, the empty wrapper of your breakfast forgotten on the dining room table. He reminded himself to tell you to clean it up before you left.

“‘Deranged’ is probably more accurate,” he said with a scoff. “But if you’re really that curious, I can go grab one of them for you. Hope you can read Spanish.”

Your eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store and he couldn’t help but find it endearing. “Yes, I can read a bit! I tried to learn as much as I could before this trip and I also brought a translation dictionary!”

“Be right back, then.”

He quickly fished Los Illuminados’ text from the attic, returning downstairs to find you brushing your teeth in the kitchen sink. When you traveled back into the dining room, he placed it in your awaiting hands, and you practically squealed as you opened the old, ornate book.

“Wow, it’s beautiful,” you whispered in awe, flipping through the pages. “And look at these illustrations! You mind if I keep this?”

“Be my guest. I have no need for it,” he replied, enjoying the way you pored over the text with visible excitement. You grabbed your translation dictionary from your pack and were about to get to work when Leon cleared his throat.

“Not to ruin your fun but don’t you have to leave soon?”

Your expression shifted, then, from one of glee to what he could only guess was disappointment. Almost like you didn’t want to leave. There was a spark of something at that, but he didn’t let it ignite.

“Right. My ride should be here soon,” you told him after checking your phone. Despite your words, you didn’t move, and he wondered what you could possibly be thinking in that pretty head of yours.

When you finally dragged your feet to pack your bag, Leon remembered the items he promised you as payment for your silence concerning his existence. He excused himself before heading into the room beside the one you were standing in, reaching into a drawer and pulling out an old ring and a handful of jewels he had collected over the years.

“You forgot something,” he said to you, unfurling his clawed hand to reveal the precious items in his palm.

You grabbed the ring first, twisting it around as you appraised it. “It seems a little early for a proposal, don’t you think, Leon?”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, but could feel a faint heat tinge the tip of his now-pointed ears and what remained of his cheeks. “Yeah, you wish.”

You offered an impish smile before taking the gemstones as well and pocketing them. “Well, I do hope these are actually worth something and aren’t just cheap knock-offs.”

“Definitely real, I swear. Those things are antique.”

“They better be, or else I’ll have to come back here and kick your ass.”

He chuckled at the thought. “Easy there, tiger. I’m good on my word.”

You nodded and a quiet fell over the room.

“Well, guess it’s time to go,” you eventually muttered, grabbing your backpack and swinging it onto your shoulders before you headed to the door. You were slow to reach for the handle, seeming almost… reluctant.

“Why don’t I… How about I walk you? Wouldn’t want you to get lost.” He didn’t know why he offered. If he was honest with himself, it was likely to prolong the last human interaction he’d probably ever have.

And he couldn’t deny he liked your company too.

You beamed at him as if that’s what you wanted him to say all along. “I’d like that, Leon.”

With Wolfie happily trotting behind the two of you, Leon led you into the early afternoon, the bright sun making him wince slightly, as it always did.

“You okay?” you questioned him. He shouldn’t have been surprised by your observation, already proving to him that very little got past you.

“Yeah, just… sensitive to the light, is all,” he replied with a squint of his eyes.

“Really? How come?”

He chuckled. Ever curious, weren’t you? “The Plagas are—were—damaged by light. Or the more exposed ones, I guess."

“Then how are you even handling being outside right now?”

“Not sure. Acclimated, I guess? I couldn’t go out during the day at all when I first turned. Then I just slowly spent more and more time in the sun. It’s… uncomfortable... but it doesn’t feel like I’m burning alive anymore.”

“Jesus,” was all you were apparently able to say, gripping your backpack straps.

You were both quiet for a few minutes, and he was thinking of ways to keep talking, not wanting to end the interaction in awkward silence.

“So I get you have a passion for the supernatural and all, but why come out here on your own? Don’t you have anyone who could come with you?”

You sighed. “My family and friends think I’m wasting my time. I’ve been on investigations with others like me, but I found I preferred to be alone.”

“Not even a boyfriend worried about you, huh?” He knew that was an unnecessary pry, but he couldn’t help but wonder.

“Not at the moment, no.”

He felt a strange sort of relief but refused to inspect it, instead pushing the conversation forward, “You must be some kind of adrenaline junkie, then, to be running around in the middle of nowhere, looking for monsters.”

“Maybe a little.” You shrugged. “You must be, too, considering you were a cop and an agent, right?”

“No, that’s different. I became a cop in order to help people, not that I was much good at it. And I was forced to be an agent to protect someone. Don’t get me wrong, I can’t deny the rush of doing something dangerous, but I never really looked for it. Was just forced to face it. I don’t really understand why you’d risk your life for a hobby.”

“I guess I just want to find the truth about things, no matter what it takes.” He sensed that maybe there was more to it than that as you looked away from him, instead focusing on the path ahead.

“Well, you’re lucky you haven’t gotten hurt yet. You have no idea if you’ll run into a B.O.W. or even just a wild animal that won’t hesitate to tear you to shreds,” he admonished.

“I guess I am lucky,” you agreed, nodding. “Lucky I found a big softie like you instead.”

He rolled his eyes at that. “I don’t know if you recall, but I told you I would eat you at least twice yesterday.”

“And yet you didn’t. Interesting.”

He wasn’t sure what to say to that, annoyed that you called him on his bluff. But then you looked up at him, radiant smile teasing and eyes bright.

He was surprised when the two of you were already at the lodge, past the village gate, so focused on you that he was mindless to anything else.

You moved to enter the building but halted when he did, turning to face him in confusion.

“This is as far as I go,” he explained, Wolfie sitting politely at his side. “Don’t want to startle whoever is here to get you.”

“Right, makes sense.”

The two of you stood there silently for a few moments, and you seemed just as unwilling to say goodbye as he was.

“Well… guess I better go,” you finally told him, kicking the dirt with the tip of your shoe.

“Probably a good idea.”

“It’s honestly a shame I have to leave already.”

He raised a brow. “And why is that?”

“Because I’ve enjoyed getting to know you,” you replied softly.

Leon was taken aback by that, something warm settling inside of him. To say he felt the same was an understatement. He didn’t voice it. In fact, he didn’t voice anything, at a loss.

To dispel the tension, you quickly and teasingly added, “And I didn’t get to explore this place nearly as much as I wanted to.”

“Well, there will always be other places.” He cringed at his own words and how stupid they were.

“There sure are.” You laughed, the sound melodic, and he was reminded of your singing. How your voice alerted him to your presence just yesterday afternoon. It felt like a lifetime since then, and simultaneously like a blink of an eye.

“It was nice to meet you, Leon.” You held out your hand to him, and he realized after a moment of staring at it you meant for him to shake it. It was a far cry from the day before, certainly.

“You too,” he said, gingerly touching his palm against your own and shaking your hand carefully, enjoying the warmth of it against his always-cool skin.

You released him—far too soon, he felt—and his arm fell lamely at his side.

You pet Wolfie, scratching his ears affectionately as you said goodbye to the old dog, before focusing back on Leon.

You seemed almost somber as you told him earnestly, “I hope the rest of your life is kind to you.”

He looked over your form, committing everything to memory. The color of your eyes, your round cheeks, your soft curves, the shape of your lips and how they framed your smile.

The urge to caress your face was a shockingly difficult one to ignore.

With all his mental strength, he managed to refrain, saying instead, “Same for you.”

You nodded once, offering a final wave, and then you were through the door.

Leon stood there for a long time, hearing your footsteps getting more and more distant.

He stayed in place even as he heard you greet your ride.

He stayed until the car pulled away, the sound of it eventually fading completely.

All was quiet once more.

It felt suffocating.

Wolfie nudged Leon’s leg and finally, he moved, begrudgingly turning on his heels and heading back to the house.

He was lost in thought as he arrived, closing himself into the dark once more.

He grabbed the crow that Wolfie had caught the night before, planning on plucking it clean and sharing it with him, until he noticed a folded piece of paper on the kitchen counter.

Curious, he stopped in his tracks, picking it up and gently prying it open with his claws. Inside of it was a small, crude drawing of a rabbit, a short note scrawled underneath that read:

Something to remember me by~

Your lil bunny rabbit

He couldn’t stop the chuckle that left his mouth, echoing in the empty room.

After a moment, he set down the page, sighing deeply—warily.

Leon was alone again.

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The rest of your day had passed in a blur, barely able to hold a conversation with the local who picked you up from the village and took you to your hotel room. You paced for a long time once you arrived, eventually ordering takeout to abate your growling stomach but eating it without really tasting it.

Your mind could only focus on Leon.

Maybe you were crazy, but he seemed just as regretful to say goodbye as you had been.

He did say you were the only person he’d spoken to in ten years, so you didn’t want to let yourself hope that perhaps the connection with him you felt you made was genuine. He was just lonely, and you were still a stranger, after all.

You sighed, pulling the golden ring he gave you from your pocket as you sprawled across the bed, holding it up to the light to watch the ruby set into it shimmer. It reminded you of his eyes.

You groaned.

Your flight was tomorrow morning and now you had to make up some lie on your blog that was interesting enough to read without encouraging anyone to seek out the village themselves.

Tall order.

You tried to focus on what you could potentially say, but all your thoughts led straight back to the strange creature you spent the night with.

He was lonely, yes. But so were you.

You glanced at the time on your phone, knowing you needed to sleep before your flight home.

And then an idea crossed your mind.

This trip was meant exclusively for business, not pleasure, and you realized you hadn’t been on a proper vacation in a long, long time. Your savings were in good shape, your rent was paid for the month, and you worked from home.

You held the ring in your hand, closing your fist around it, the gem decorating it digging into your palm just hard enough to sting.

It was set, you decided.

You were going to stay.

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trans-luis-serra-navarro · 4 months

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hi! do you have serennedy headcanons about luis and leon being parents?

Hello!! Of course I do omg are you kidding me!!!!!!! I have a whole tag on my main @wisecrackingeric-2 titled ‘DadSerennedyAU’ if you wanna see my own spin on the idea!!!!! ORRRR if you wanna read something from yet another incredibly talented artist and author I CANNOT recommend @mooseonahunt ‘s AU enough!!!! And I know the lovely @geddy-leesbian has made some posts on this subject also!!!!!!!

But in terms of Headcannons I have plenty!! I’ll put them below the cut to avoid clogging anyone’s dashes!!

Edit: THIS IS UH UM. V E R Y LONG. I WENT KINDA BUCKWILD WITH THIS ONE AHDNCHDNXUXJXJ SO UH PLEASE ENJOY I GUESS!!

• First and foremost they are t4t. Sorry I don’t make the rules (also. Look at my blog name HQNAHWNEHDNDUDJ /lh)

• I imagine it was probably Luis who wanted a kid- we don’t know much about Leon’s childhood other than the fact that his parents died (the very wonderful @highball66 has some more information on the backstory we DO have for him!!) and thus we don’t really have a good idea of what his relationship with his parents might’ve been- but Luis is the TOTAL opposite. We know from context clues that he had a really strong relationship with his Grandfather, who went as far as to encourage his love for science and the unorthodox in an incredibly strict Catholic environment, and it’s implied on some level that Bitores Mendez had some hand in helping raise him, so I can imagine that Luis is very attached to the idea of parenthood and would probably wanna be the same kind of man his Grandfather was to him!!!

• Leon???? Realistically???? Probably a whole lot more hesitant- like he almost dies on the job everyday there’s no way he’d feel fit enough to raise a kid. But also,,,,, this is resident evil and also fiction where we can do whatever the hell we want so hell yeah he comes around to the idea eventually!!!!!!

• Luis is probably accidentally VERY clingy with their kid/a lil overbearing during the toddler age. Everything he’s ever contributed to in his life has either hurt others or he’s destroyed it one way or another- and everyone he’s held closest to him dies in some way. And going off of the first point, he’s probably put a LOT of pressure on himself to be a good Dad like his Grandfather was, so that usually ends up with him hogging the baby HCNNSSNSJSNIS

• Leon, again similar to my last point, would probably have the opposite reaction where he has this gut instinct to keep his distance- like he’s worried if he gets too attached it’s all gonna be ripped away from him just like Sherry was all of those years ago. But I highly doubt either of their qualms last for very long- they’d talk things out and figure out something that works for the both of them <3

• They’d probably go with the same middle and last name as Luis- ‘Serra’ and ‘Navarro’. I know I keep repeating myself but Luis had a really good relationship with his Grandfather and his culture/heritage clearly means a lot to him (ie; the intro to Seperate Ways), so being able to keep that little piece of his history alive would probably mean the world to him <<33

• And going off of that, Luis is ALWAYS trying to encourage their kid to learn more about their culture and heritage- teaching them Spanish, cooking them traditional foods, etc etc etc and when Luis isn’t there to do it, Leon is always more than happy to do so <<<<<<33333

• Let’s be real,,,,,,, Leon is coming up with the cringiest baby names ever HXNEHENDUXNXU CMOOOOOON LOOK AT MR. WHERES EVERYONE GOING BINGO!!!!! But Luis probably isn’t much better BCNENWEJSJ I can easily picture him convincing Leon that noooooo Alonso or Miguel aren’t references to Don Quixote hahahahahaha omg what’re you taaaalking abooout. So anyways if it were a girl what about Dulcinea-

• I’m picturing them choosing to have a kid a lil bit later than most people (like,, late 30’s-early 40’s??? So not like they’re old or anything but it’s not like they’re having kids in their early 20’s yk HNCSHDNSJ) so for that reason in my mind they’d probably only want one kid

• Very predictable but they both read Don Quixote to their kid when putting them to sleep and/or they sing them lullabies in Spanish. Who here is surprised for that one certainly not me

• And once again WHO IS SURPRISED, the kid’s room is very subtly Don Quixote themed. Lil stuffed donkeys and windmill motifs everywhere you get it (<- normalest guy alive)

• Leon’s probably the one who does more physical activities with their kid- realistically, Luis is N O T surviving that knife to the back without some major lifelong injuries, so Leon’s the one who always carry’s their kid on his shoulders or swings him around when they’re playing etc etc

• I think Luis would be a lil sad that he isn’t able to join in on those kinds of physical activities, but he’d absolutely make up for it by taking their kid to work or teaching them general hands-on skills n stuff!!

• Leon ABSOLUTELY would wanna teach their kid self-defence as early as possible. He obviously mellows out and realises hey maybe teaching a 10 year old how to wield a knife is a Bad Idea, but with everything he’s seen in his life there’s no way he wouldn’t want his kid to know how to defend themselves at LEAST

• Wild-card one here but the three of them ABSOLUTELY take family trips to Madrid or other cities in Spain during the summer

• Last wild-card one but sometimes Luis will look at their kid and see his Grandfather so clearly he just starts fuckim bawlimg. Same with Leon. He sees the childhood he could’ve had and sometimes he’s gotta excuse himself to cry. Love these beautiful idiots

Tl;dr they would be very very wonderful parents who would love their kid with all of their heart and soul and you can put that headcannon from my COLD DEAD HANDS!!!!!!

#YEAH IM SO SORRY THIS ONES SO LOMG. WHOOSPIEDAISY. AUTISM MOMENT.#asks #DadSerennedyAU #serennedy

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buriedabove · 1 month

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❯ GET TO KNOW ME BETTER.

ALIAS / NAME: falcon BIRTHDAY: november 30 ZODIAC SIGN: sagittarius HEIGHT: 5’3 HOBBIES: cooking, video games, graphic design, comics, writing and art. FAVOURITE COLOUR: black & red. CURRENT BOOK: i’ll be gone in the dark by michelle mcnamara. LAST SONG: once more to see you by mitski ( don’t perceive me ). LAST FILM / SHOW: well, i don’t really watch much lately and mostly have things on for background noise, usually true crime, so i guess they called him mostly harmless? INSPIRATION: when it comes to particularly writing on here, putting on some music usually kicks my brain into gear and then i go from there. i also like looking at art pieces, such as paintings or sculptures that i collect in my humble folder alongside various quotes from different games, movies, songs, poetry and so on. but what also gets me going and hits my muse in the right spot are simply the people i’m writing with. mwah. BEHIND URL: buried above ground by giles corey was one of the first songs that i put on leon’s playlist and got the name from there. i see it as a theme song for him. FUN FACT ABOUT ME: not to be that guy, but i’m not too sure what fact about me could potentially be fun enough… i have two cats & there’s a batman looking at me from the wall as i’m writing this.

TAGGED: @facesblind ( sending u kisses ) TAGGING: you!

#drinks are on me. ❯ dashgames.#where’s everyone going? ❯ ooc.

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It took a few minutes for a booth to clear but when it did, Leon and Ada sank into their seats with muffled groans. The booth was... well if Leon was being polite he’d call it ‘cosy’. He had to readjust his legs under the table twice to keep from treading on Ada’s toes.

Ada. She’d barely looked at Leon on the drive up. In fact, she hadn’t said much at all since they’d left that alleyway in Evansville. He thought he’d caught her staring at him a few times, but otherwise all he was getting from her were waves of disquiet beneath a blanket of icy silence.

Their tender truce had barely begun and already he could feel her second-guessing her decision to join him on this hastily sketched-out crusade. He tried to think of something to say that would reassure her, but how could he? He wasn’t sure himself. All he knew was that he hadn’t slept in over twenty-four hours, he didn’t smell great and he still felt like a stranger in his own body and, sometimes, even in his own mind.

So Leon sat there, absently scratching his forearm and willing her to acknowledge his existence so he could begin to persuade her that he had a way out of this fucked-up situation. He opened his mouth, waiting for the words to fill them like rain blessing a dried riverbed.

‘Hi! Welcome to Burk’s!’ trilled their waitress, ‘May I take your order?’

Leon flinched so hard that his knees knocked into Ada’s underneath their tiny shared table. His head snapped up and he blinked at the young woman standing ready at their booth in all her candy-cane red and white glory.

Ada hadn’t moved an inch at the interruption. He sighed. They must look like they were auditioning for America’s Most Awkward First Dates .

Their waitress loomed over them with a curious and faintly guarded expression that suggested she had already clocked them as strangers; of the establishment as well as with each other. The woman was short, petite and looked to be in her early-thirties. She wore white sneakers, dirtied but with cute, stubby laces coated in pink and purple glitter. Her socks were white, but they didn’t match.

Her curly auburn hair was tussled, maybe windswept though she looked pale like she hadn’t been outside in days. Her crown was dotted with little white hairs, but they lent her a charming ethereal glow, which along with her wide freckled forehead and pale green eyes spoke of simple home comforts. Her nail polish was nibbled almost down to the cuticle. There was a greasy orange stain on her apron in roughly the shape of New Jersey. It looked like chilli sauce.

Leon’s gaze flickered to her name tag, ‘Hey, nice to meet you, uh... Christie . We just got here-’

‘I can read you the day’s specials,’ Christie announced, popping her hip as she began reciting them from memory, ‘Let’s see. We have the chef’s signature clam chowder served hot from eight AM to midnight. Or if you want breakfast, I can recommend our maple waffles with toasted hazelnuts and whipped vanilla bean cream with chocolate sauce-’

Leon studied Ada’s profile while their waitress sang the breakfast menu.

‘You know, I think we could both use a coffee,’ he said, turning to Christie with a lopsided smile.

Christie made a breathy ‘uh huh’ noise, her pink cheeks turning three shades darker. She plucked her pen from behind her ear.

‘Did you know Berk’s has the second best coffee in the state?’ she asked him, lowering her voice like this was exclusive gossip and she didn’t want the guys at the next booth to hear about it.

Leon leaned over the table and dropped the volume of his voice to match hers, ‘You know, Christie, that’s actually why we’re here...’

Her green eyes darted nervously around their booth, ‘Wait... really?’

‘Yeah, the two of us,’ Leon jabbed his thumb at Ada, ‘We make the third best coffee in the state. We’re here to scope out the competition. I’ll tip you whatever you want, but please don’t give us away!’

Christie’s eyes went wide and a laugh exploded from between her puckered lips like a gunshot. She almost dropped her pen, ‘Oh my God, you’re so funny!’

Ada let out a groan that was just loud enough for Leon to hear.

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A sneak peek of Icarus, the WIP sequel to Pandora. Read the rest on Ao3.

#ada wong #resident evil fanfiction #aeon #leon x ada #ada x leon #leon s kennedy #fic: icarus #wip

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dollfacefantasy · 6 months

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You Make Me Cry Every Time

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: leon's going through a rough patch, and he takes it out on you.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, angst, hurt/comfort, leon is mean in the beginning, toxic behavior i guess, implied age gap

word count: 3.7k

a/n: i was going through it and feeling emo so i wrote this. hope everyone enjoys as always <3

tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight

The clock on the end table reads 2:43. Muted sounds of nightlife fill the space outside the walls of your apartment. You’re sprawled across the couch, half-asleep, with a soft blanket draped over you. You were waiting for your boyfriend to come home. Again.

Leon had been going through a rough patch. He was moody and ready to snap at any moment it seemed. He drank a lot, and he was gone all the time. You knew he had been through so much and there was no end in sight. That’s why you tried to put up with it, but all of it was weighing down on you too.

You sharply inhale as the sound of keys being jammed into the lock on the front door rouses you from your stupor. Sitting up straight, you rub your face tiredly. Your eyes are still adjusting to the darkness of the living room when the door opens. A beam of light from the hallway shoots across the floor, but it’s gone just as fast as it appears. You hear the lock click again and then see his shadow brush through the room as if you aren’t even there.

He’s in the kitchen now, and you’re not even fully sure of what he’s doing. But you pad in his direction anyways. Your soft voice breaks through the tense silence with a gentle call of his name.

“Leon?”

He turns to you. Even in the dark when you can’t fully see, you can feel the harsh nature of his stare.

“What are you doing up? Told you to stop waiting up for me,” he grumbles.

His tone stings, but you continue to approach him.

“I just worry. I can’t sleep if I don’t know you made it home safe,” you explain yourself quietly.

“Just go to bed. I’ll be there in a second,” he says and turns away again. But before he speaks, you swear you could hear him scoff.

You didn’t understand where his sudden apparent resentment towards you came from. He had always dealt with so much, constantly feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. But until the last few months, he never took it out on you. Now though, it felt like you were dancing across a floor full of glass shards to avoid setting off an outburst of his.

“I just want to make sure you’re alright,” you say, keeping your voice quiet and cautiously laying your hand on his back.

It immediately became clear to you that touching him was the wrong choice though. He shrugs you off and pushes your hand back down to your side. Now that you were closer, you could smell the scent of booze on him. It wasn’t as heavy as previous nights, but it was still present. You retract your hand and stare at him with concern.

“Leon, what’s wrong? Have I done something to upset you? We can talk about it. I-” you try to defuse the situation before he cuts you off.

“Jesus fucking Christ, it’s enough,” he snaps. He fully pulls away from you. “Take a hint. Go to bed.”

He speaks with such disdain for you, it makes your chest ache. “I was just trying to help,” you say, looking like a kicked puppy more and more with each passing moment. He takes no sympathy on you though.

“Well, you aren’t helping. You don’t know shit about my problems, so stop trying to fix them,” he says to you, his voice ice cold.

“I’m not trying to fix anything. I’m just trying to be there for you because I love you!” you defend. His miserable disposition was starting to frustrate you. This wasn’t the first time you’d jumped through these hoops for him.

“Oh, bullshit,” he says with a roll of his eyes.

That slices through you like a knife. Your lips part slightly in shock, and your words tangle up in your throat. You fight back tears, not wanting to seem even more pathetic to him.

“I can see what you want. You want the old me back. But he’s not coming back. He doesn’t exist anymore,” he rants at you.

“I never said that. You can’t get mad at me for problems you’re creating!” you say to him angrily and cross your arms.

“Aw, you don’t want me to get mad at you? Did I hurt your feelings, baby? Am I being mean to you?” he mocks with a cruel smile before his emotionless expression returns, “Grow the fuck up.”

You try to ignore his teasing and work towards a solution, but that really hurt. And it seemed like he said it with no thought or remorse, like he had been storing that and it just came out. Tears burn in your eyes and a lump rises in your throat, but you manage to choke out your next statement.

“All you do is push me away. I can’t help you because you won’t even tell me what’s wrong,” you say, forcing your voice to stay even.

“I push you away because you can’t handle real problems. You show me that over and over again. I mean, look, you’re almost in tears, and I haven’t said anything that bad,” he says with a gesture to your eyes.

“If I’m so fucking immature and selfish, why are you even with me?” you ask. A few tears leak from your eyes and down your cheeks but you wipe them away as quickly as you can.

“You know, I’ve been asking myself that question a lot recently, and it’s getting harder and harder for me to come up with an answer,” he says. He keeps eye contact with ease. His voice is laced with venom. There’s no trace of anything but bitter anger.

You honestly struggle to come up with a response. But that’s ok because he doesn’t wait for one before he continues speaking.

“I mean really, what do I get from this relationship? I know what you get. You get the attention you’re so fucking desperate for. But me? What do I get?” he asks, “A dumb little girl who follows me around like a lost puppy? I mean you’ve definitely got a pretty face, but it’s everything else that’s getting harder for me to stomach.”

You can’t stop yourself at this point. He knew how to break you down. Your lip juts out ever so slightly and quivers as tears slide down your cheeks. You take a step back from him and look down.

“There we go. Always with the fucking crying,” he sighs. His tone becomes mocking again as he continues. “You want me to kiss it better, sweetheart? Tell you everything’s gonna be ok. That I’m so so sorry.”

“No,” you cry, trying to defend yourself, “I don’t want any of that from you.”

“I’m sure,” he says flatly.

“Fuck you, Leon,” you weep, “I can’t win with you. You’re absolutely hellbent on being miserable. I’m done. Deal with your shit on your own. I don’t give a fuck.”

You turn on your heel and rush off to the bedroom. You fling the door shut, the thud of the slam echoing through the apartment.

At first, Leon didn’t care. His initial reaction was a shrug. He walks over to the couch, puts his feet up on the coffee table, and turns on the tv to some old movie. He was in a pissy mood, and he especially wasn’t in the mood to deal with you.

But as time goes on, and he sits there alone, a sense of shame starts to cast a shadow over his heart. He keeps seeing your face in his head. The soft look in your eyes while they were full tears he caused. Your body language as he ridiculed you, shrinking away from him, eager to get away but afraid of looking weak. He could hear a replay of his voice spitting out every callous thing he could think of. He felt like such an asshole.

It didn’t help that he was surrounded by things of yours. You’d brought out a pillow and blanket for yourself while you stayed up for him. They smelled like you. On the table, you had a book you’d been reading for a while. You’d tell him parts and explain the drama to him when he wasn’t in a bad mood. The tv remotes, spare the one he had grabbed, were organized in the particular way you always did when you watched tv. He felt the void in his heart growing as you stayed shut away in the bedroom.

You weren’t faring much better. You curled up under the comforter on the bed, crying softly into the pillows. You were missing your favorite one since you’d left it out on the couch. You felt a deep ache in your abdomen, a weight that kept you thinking about him and everything he’d said to you.

Despite how tired you’d been before he came home, you couldn’t sleep now. No position felt comfortable. Nothing made the bed feel less empty.

You felt so pathetic. You should be mad at him, furious, enraged. He acted like such a dick. He said things that gave you reasonable grounds to kick him out. But you didn’t feel that way. You didn’t want that. You were heartbroken. He was right. You yearned for him to kiss it better and tell you it was all ok and that he didn’t mean any of it.

Eventually, you couldn’t take it. You give in. It was humiliating, but that was what you chose. You pad into the living room skeptically. You stand a distance from the couch, afraid of setting off another landmine. But if he wanted to yell, you’d let him at this point. You just wanted him.

He sees you standing near the opening to the hallway that entered the living room. You looked so sad, it tore at his heart. Your face was a mess, your posture was so timid. What was wrong with him?

“Come here,” he sighs and pats his lap.

Without hesitation, you cross the room. You’re in his arms, against his chest. Your arms are wrapped around him tight while your head is buried in the crook of his neck. You start crying again, but you keep it as quiet as possible, still hearing always with the fucking crying ringing through your mind.

“I’m sorry,” you choke out as you struggle to restrain a sob. You didn’t even know what you were really apologizing for. “I don’t wanna fight anymore.”

Another deep sigh escapes him. It could have been interpreted as annoyance, but you could tell it was regret. He rubs your back and holds you close against him.

“Shhh shhh. It’s alright, baby. It’s ok,” he says softly before stroking your hair, “We’re ok. I’m sorry.”

“I shouldn’t have said anything,” you weep and cling to him.

“No, sweetheart. It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t be so quick to snap at you,” he says in a hushed tone. He kisses your head and continues rubbing your back, something he always did to calm you down.

He kept his voice quiet to keep his own emotions in check. He wanted you to be ok and to know he was sorry. But you didn’t need to know how awful this made him feel. Guilt was gnawing at him now as he watched you cry out the pain his words had inflicted on you. He gently rocks back and forth with you, wanting to calm you down even more.

“Baby, this isn’t your fault. None of this is,” he says, “I got my own shit going on, and I take it out on you because it’s easy.”

His voice drops to a whisper towards the end of his statement. His words dripped with shame.

“You don’t deserve the shit I say to you, but I just see you standing there, looking so fucking sweet and perfect and you’re looking at me with all the love in the world and I can’t fucking take it,” he says, his voice cracking a little, “I don’t deserve it.”

“Yes, you do,” you cry, grabbing onto him tighter.

“No, I don’t. You shouldn’t have to deal with this. Staying up every night, waiting for a mean old fuck to come home and yell at you,” he says. It was now his turn for his eyes to water while a lump grows in his throat.

You were at another loss for words. You didn’t know what would convince him not to feel so down on himself. Instead, you press a soft kiss to the side of his throat. He tilts his head back and deeply exhales at the pure gesture.

“And when I said I didn’t know why we were still together… I hope you know what a huge lie that was,” he says, “You’re all I have in this ugly god damn world. That’s it. Without you, I’d just be going through the motions.”

You gaze up at him as he goes through this. You curl your legs up on his lap with the rest of your body and lean into his touch in an attempt to offer him some comfort.

“And when I look at you, I see the opposite,” he says, his voice fully breaking now, “I see someone who has her entire future ahead of her, and she’s wasting it hanging around a guy like me.”

“You’re not a waste,” you say, sitting up and placing your hand on his cheek.

Your thumb moves back and forth in tiny motions, dragging across the skin soothingly. You both stare into each others’ tearful eyes.

“You’re not a waste to me. I love you. You’re important to my life too,” you say seriously looking at him.

“Baby…” he sighs. You were so fucking cute. If he had any spine, he would break up with you. Force you to do better for yourself. But he couldn’t. He knew in his heart of hearts that he would never be able to let you go.

You lean in and give him a soft kiss. You rub your nose with his. You shift on his lap to be in a better position to give him your affection.

His hands fall to your hips to steady you. He returns the gesture and presses two gentle kisses of his own to your cheeks. “I’m sorry, angel,” he whispers.

You lean in for more kisses, accepting the apology with your actions. You rub the back of his neck and press your body against his. The question of whether he deserved forgiveness crossed your mind, but you didn’t dwell on it. You didn’t really care.

He groans into the kiss as he feels your breasts flush against his chest. Your tongue enters his mouth, and he returns the passion. In a few minutes, saliva coats your lips and your breathing is heavy. You gently roll your hips down.

He feels that as soon as you do it. He disconnects his lips for a moment and looks at you with dilated pupils. You rock your hips again, bringing down your clothed cunt on his jeans. The stiff fabric gives you a good amount of friction and coaxes a whine from your throat.

“Honey,” he grunts, “Are you sure? You’re not just doing this because… because you think you have to, right?”

He didn’t want you using sex because you thought that’s what would please him. But he also couldn’t ignore the feeling of his cock hardening in pants.

You shake your head, panting as you grind on him, your lips still flushed from making out. “I wanna feel your love,” you say, your voice breathless.

That didn’t make him feel much better, but you felt so fucking good. “Babe, I can make you feel loved in other ways. Afterwards, I can show-”

“Wanna feel close,” you say before kissing him some more to shut him up.

Well, this would be as close as you could get. That put him at enough ease to give in to his urges. He grabs your hips harder, kneading the flesh of your ass too, and guides your movements. Both of you let out pleasurable sounds at the sensation.

“So fucking good to me,” he grunts, “My perfect girl.”

Your hips don’t stop as you pull off your thin sleep top. Your head falls back at the muted pleasure you were receiving from rubbing yourself on him.

His hands leave your hips and cup your tits. He squeezes them and then brings his mouth to a nipple. He flicks his tongue on the peak and swirls it with dedication. You let out a breathy whine.

He scoots you closer and continues his mouth’s work on your chest. His cock was now completely stiff in his pants, offering you even better friction. You feel it pressing on your clit just how you like, and you bite your lip. He can tell it’s feeling good.

He pulls his lips away from your nipples. Then he lays a few wet kisses on your jaw before picking you up by the waist and laying you back on the couch. He tugs off your shorts and panties.

His hand slides between your legs. He drags his fingers through your folds, feeling how wet you were.

“Such a sweet girl,” he breathes and captures your lips again in a quick kiss, “You’re soaked, babydoll.”

You nod timidly. He rubs you a little more, circling your throbbing clit and gliding over your wanting hole. You bite your lip and moan softly. Your hips rock against this touch as well before you suddenly whimper at a loss of contact and look up to see him sliding your fingers in his mouth. He groans at the taste of you before pulling the fingers back out of his mouth.

Reaching down, he unbuckles belt and drops his pants to the floor. He strokes his solid, flushed cock a few times. With the faint glow of the tv casting over the two of you, you can see a bead of precum emerging from the head. He adjusts his stance and positions himself at your entrance.

“I’m so sorry, little love. Let me try to make it better,” he breathes as he pushes inside.

Moans bubble in his throat as your tight, wet heat engulfs him. His head tilts back, and a ragged breath puffs from his lips. He grips the back of your thighs and holds your legs up.

He’s slow at first, dragging himself in and out, making sure to feel every inch of you. Your eyes flutter at the feeling, and your hips squirm for more.

As he begins to really thrust and set a consistent pace, he leans down to kiss you again. It’s sloppy and rushed, but he needed to feel you like this. He needed to feel that he hadn’t broken the connection you two had.

“My precious fucking girl. Am I making you feel good? Do you feel close to me?” he grunts, his grip tightening, “Can you tell how much I love you?”

You whine in response and nod. Your body heats up as he continues to slide in and out. He stretches you out just the way you like, fills you up so perfectly. He hits every sweet spot inside of you to make you forget he was even capable of saying such mean things sometimes.

You reach your arms up and pull his head down to rest against your neck. Your eyes were still full of your tears from earlier and a few slip out because of the strong difference between the euphoria of right now compared to the despair of the last hour.

One of your thighs drops back on the couch as the hand that was holding it comes up to your hair. He laces his fingers through the strands and begins pressing messy kisses to the side of your throat.

“My pretty baby,” he whispers against your skin, “I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

His hips continue their movements, his pelvis connecting with the skin of your ass over and over. He nuzzles your neck. You can hear his mix of harsh pants and soft groans right next to your ear. You cling to him as the heat inside you rises.

“Tell me how it feels, sweetheart. Wanna make sure you’re getting everything you deserve,” he says.

“Feels perfect,” you whimper after a string of moans, “I- I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Me too, doll,” he says. His hips piston into you harder. Your hands dig into the muscles of his back while your toes curl

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Leon,” you choke out as a cry leaves you.

“Mhm, good baby. I want you to cum for me, honey. I want you to feel so fucking good. Let it all go,” he says.

His hand slides from his hair to your face and brushes away some of your tears. He kisses your cheek softly as you fall over the edge into bliss. Your body convulses underneath him as you release. You moan and writhe and the whole time he strokes your hair, cooing at you “my pretty girl” and “so so good for me.”

You were so tight around him. The sight of your eyes squeezing shut and your lips parting in ecstasy was too much for him. He thrusts into you a few more times before a moan rumbles through his chest and out of his mouth. He slams deep inside of you to spill himself. Hot, thick ropes of cum flood your insides.

You were shaky and trembling as he pulled out and planted a kiss on your forehead. He sits back on the couch, pushing the hair out of his face before pulling you up and close to him. He positions you on his lap and holds you to his chest.

He starts rubbing your back again and kissing your hairline. “Love you, babydoll. So so fucking much,” he whispers.

Your eyes close as you return the embrace and melt into his lap. You nuzzle and kiss his chest, relaxing into the affection.

“There’s my girl. All mine,” he coos.

You nod, enjoying the nice moment and letting yourself pretend that this whole cycle wouldn’t repeat in a few days time.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #resident evil imagines #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy imagine #resident evil smut #smut

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nexysworld · 1 year

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Road Trip 🎵

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Summary: A short fluffy oneshot where reader teases Olderboyfriend!Leon about his choice in music. Pairings: Older BF Leon x GN Reader Tags: Use of the F word This was inspired by this thread with @hxllfiredoll and @gigabyte-flare about DadRock!Leon. I loved it so much I just wanted to make a tiny blurb to start and explore that concept. (No hate I love dad rock tho lol)

You loved being in his Jeep, not only did it give you a great view of the scenery but it was the only vehicle you could trust Leon not to crash, finally there was no fear of forfeiting your life just for a road trip. However, for the past while you hadn’t been able to contain the soft giggles that kept escaping your lips while the wind blew your hair into a mess. “What’s so funny?” Leon asked, raising a thick blonde eyebrow at you. “N-nothing, nothing’s funny.” You said between stifling laughs. “Yeah right, you’ve been giggling over there for a good half hour now. What’s up?” “I just… Leon, is this really the music you listen to?” “Yeah, so what, got a problem with it?” “No it’s just, Alice in Chains really? That’s like my dad’s music.” “Ouch you wound me baby. I’ll have you know that Alice in Chains is a pinnacle of 90’s grunge. Their earlier work was a little too rough but when Dirt came out in 1992 I think they really came into their own.” “Thanks Patrick Bateman.” You said, rolling your eyes.

The next song came on and Leon decided to sing out loud obnoxiously tapping on the steering wheel cutting between lyrics as he drove. “♫ And I feel that time's a-wasting, go So where ya going to tomorrow? . . . And I feel it . . .Where ya going for tomorrow? ♫”

“God, the only thing worse than your choice in music is your singing.” You tossed an empty snack wrapper at him.

He laughed in return. “Fine, you want something more modern?” He pushed the button and removed the current mixtape before replacing it with another. Of course Leon still had a tape player in his car. “Oh god . . . Hawthorne Heights? That is not modern babe. I never pegged you for an emo kid though.” Leon shrugged and continued with his singing.” ♫ And all I had was the memory of what was . . . . I never thought I'd live to tell . . .What's a dream and what is real, the way I really feel ♫.”

“Stoooooooooop.” You groaned flicking through the other tapes in the glove compartment of the car. You finally settled on something you would listen to, popping the current tape out and replacing it. “Oh so Stone Temple Pilots and Hawthorne Heights is a no go, but Nine inch Nails is more your alley?” He chuckled when he heard you fast forward the tape until ‘Closer’ started playing. “You naughty, naughty thing.”

“I guess some dad rock can be okay.” “Dad rock, huh? Fuck am I getting old?” “Yeah you are.” You leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “But I love ya anyway.”

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n #len s kennedy x y/n #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #fanfiction #reader insert #fluff

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cool-cowboy · 4 months

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Summary:

Leon doesn't have time for a relationship, sex on the other hand, he's got just enough. What could possibly go wrong with no strings attached sex. Him falling for you, that's what.

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Friends with benefits, complicated relationship, switch Leon S. Kennedy, Light angst, idiots in love, Emotional hurt/comfortish, Vaginal fingering, oral sex, dirty talk, praise, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, overstim, vaginal sex, riding, missionary, love confessions (Kinda)

Blurb:

I’m only halfway finished eating when he knocks, something I’ve told him he doesn’t have to do, if he can have half his stuff moved into place he might as well just consider this his second home, but he’s always been respectful, has an awful, guilty sense about him, feels he’s using me, even if he doesn’t say it, but he can’t use me if I let him, knew what I was getting into from the beginning, met him at a bar then re-met him a couple years later, saw him stumbling his way home in the dark, all bloody and beat up, probably the worst off I’ve ever seen him, dragged him to my place and cleaned him up, and he’s kept coming back ever since, a stray, always at my doorstep, looking for some attention.

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“Hey, you busy tonight? I just got in I’m- I need a shower but- If you want me I’ll come over?” It’s been like this for a while, calls the minute he gets back from wherever he goes, him outside my door in the middle of the night, looking stressed and beat up as hell, though I don’t know any details, I do know his work is something heavy, something terrible, leaves him so tired he can’t do much other than fuck me and fall asleep in my bed, leaving before I wake the next morning to do it all over. I can’t be upset, that’s all this ever was, sex, but I can’t help but be a little peeved at his lack of whatever it is I want, though it really isn’t just physical, the feelings are there, ignored, but present, his job not one that allows for much in the way of a relationship, at least not a fulfilling one with how often he’s gone.

“I’m home, making dinner- I can wait, if you-” “Don’t wait up on me, I don’t-I’ll be fine. Go ahead and eat, I’ll be there soon, okay?” I hum, not really expecting him to accept, his attempts to keep me at arms length never all that serious, just cautionary, not trying to give me the wrong idea, I guess, but he really should be more careful, the way he acts is not exactly that of a friend with benefits, probably more similar to a boyfriend, other than his tendency to run off, refuse himself the comfort he so obviously needs.

“Okay. See you.” The line goes dead, and I continue my cooking, thinking about him, something I probably do too much of, but I can’t help it, he’s interesting, not allowed to tell me much about what he does, says more than he probably should most the time, shows up all bruised and cut up and expects me to ignore the sick feeling at seeing him hurt, says he’s had worse and ushers me off to bed, never wasting much time, only allowing himself the least perfect form of comfort, other than the times he stays glued to me afterward, when he seems a little more afraid of whatever he’s been roped into, when he’s so damn scared he can’t help but seek comfort in the only person he seems to be able to. I don’t think he has any family, friends even, just me, something not even close to either, though I suppose we are friends, in a way, just not all that close, considering he won’t let me be.

I’m only halfway finished eating when he knocks, something I’ve told him he doesn’t have to do, if he can have half his stuff moved into my bathroom and a drawer dedicated to him in my dresser he might as well just consider this his second home, but he’s always been respectful, has an awful, guilty sense about him, feels he’s using me, even if he doesn’t say it, but he can’t use me if I let him, knew what I was getting into from the beginning, met him then remet him a couple years later, saw him stumbling his way home in the dark, all bloody and beat up, probably the worst off I’ve ever seen him, dragged him to my place and cleaned him up, and he’s kept coming back ever since, a stray, always at my doorstep, looking for some attention. I pad over a little quicker than I should, sure he’s cold, it’s way below freezing, and he walks, hates driving, says he’s gotten into one too many accidents to trust it, and I believe him. He looks worse than usual, exhausted, clothes wet from the snow, tip of his nose painfully red.

“Hey. It’s uh- It’s snowing.” I pull him inside by his sleeve, closing the door behind him and turning to wait on him to get his coat and shoes off, his expression pained when he pulls on one of his sleeves, a sprain, probably, never wears any kind of brace when he comes to see me, says he doesn’t need anybody worrying about him, even if he knows I know him too well to be fooled by now.

“I see. I’ll put an outfit in the dryer. Get some food, it’s still hot.” I leave him, heading down the hall to my bedroom, hoping he’s not feeling argumentative tonight, though he doesn’t seem to have the energy to be, slumped over from tiredness, walked all the way from his apartment in the snow to see me. I dig through his things, pulling out some sweats, not all that warm, but dry, stopping on my way down the hall to toss them in the dryer, warming them up for him, something that had him tearing up the first time I did it, not that he knows I saw, didn’t mention it, never do, let him relish my attention all in his own head, don’t try and get him to feel out loud, finding it enough that he does, even if I don’t get to see it most the time.

“Thanks.” He’s sat at my little island, in the chair I never use, eating, thankfully, with his non dominant hand, the other in his lap, hidden from my view.

“Don’t thank me, just eat as much as you want. Might as well, before you go back to your takeout diet.” I give him a look, scolding, not a big fan of his eating habits, especially with how much he’s on the move, he really should take better care of myself, but I guess he doesn’t really have time for cooking, runs off convenience, that and meals sat in front of him by me, nearly by force, finds himself a nuisance everytime I offer to help him, refuses my care unless I downright beg to give it.

“ ‘m not even hungry…” Damn liar, he’s starving, scarfing it down as I eat alongside him, finding this type of time spent together a little more rewarding, something soft to make up for all the times we’ve spent being rough and messy in my bed, never his, he never wants me to have to worry about taking the trip, feels bad enough showing up at my door, would never ask me to come to his.

“Sure…” He gives me a look, same one he always does, begging me with his eyes to leave him to lie, let him pretend he’s alright. I don’t say anything else, just finish my food, taking hhis bowl from him before he’s done, filling it back up at the stove and setting it back in front of him, his “thanks” quiet, subdued, my care allowed as long as we don’t talk about it, quietly appreciated, relished by my withdrawn lover. I leave him to eat, going to collect his clothes, coming back to find him up out of his chair, cleaning both our dishes, looking pained, his right wrist swollen, sprained. “What are you doing?” He looks at me over his shoulder, feigning indifference, acting like this is perfectly normal, him doing my chores.

“Cleaning.” He elbows me back when I try to stop him, leaving me to sit up on the counter and watch, his little stack of clothed waiting in my lap. “Always talkin’ about how I’ve moved in, wont even let me do the dishes…” He finishes, setting our bowls and spoons out on the rack to dry, wiping his hands off on the little dish towel laid on the counter.

“Here.” I offer him his outfit, and he stares at it, looking choked up as he takes it, stood in front of me, looking at me, all his affection buried, thanks caught in his throat, not all that good with his words, never has been.

“Later.” He sets them down, beside me, moving between my legs, easing them open with icy hands on my thighs, the chill making me flinch away, his grip steady, sliding up toward my hips, his eyes on my face, lips parted.

“That’s- Cold, Leon.” He hums, leaning down to kiss me, running one hand up to the side of my neck, ice cold and uncomfortable, my hands pushing at his chest, shirt soaked from the snow, cold and stuck to his skin. “Ew. Take this off.” I pull on it, and he listens, getting it up over his head and hauling me to the edge of the counter, kissing me like his life depends on it, keeping his mind off whatever’s on it, so desperate for distraction he doesn’t even mind the shivering, his whole body ice cold, pants wet and chill between my thighs. “Can you- Let’s warm up first, yeah?” He pulls back, looking a little distraught, having a look back at the fireplace, lit, before picking me up, taking us both over to my little faux fur rug, his back facing the fire when he sets us down, me in his lap, his hands planted down to warm flooring as he looks at me, yearning, never patient, always too worried about forgetting to remember to take his time.

“Kiss me.” I sigh, wrapping my legs a little tighter around him, the wet chill of his jeans seeping into my shorts, his cold nearly painful on my bare thighs. I kiss him, giving him the distraction he’s looking for, his lips cold and chapped, something I used to hate, now just something of him, the rough skin catching lightly as I move against him, a hand dug into his hair, soft and cold, slowly warming with the fire at his back, his lips moving against mine in a needy way, this being the only comfort he’s allowed, the only touch he lets himself have, the only thing in his life that doesn’t require more than he’s willing to give. “I’m gonna be… Gone a few weeks… Spain this time…” He always tells me, even if he’s not supposed to, gives me warning when he’s ready to disappear, calls me up whenever he returns, asking to come over, though half the time I wonder if he’s just wanting to assure me he came back alive.

“Okay… Just-... Let’s not talk about it…” He hums his agreement, deciding he’s warmed his hands long enough, big hands splayed over my waist, warm and capable, not all that soft, worn from years of being what he is.

“Am I warm enough yet?” Impatient. I press my hands to his cheeks, cold, shaking my head at him and pushing him back, laid out with my legs on either side of his hips, sat back on my haunches as I reach to turn his head to the side and up, getting it pointed toward the fire before running my hands down his neck, his chest, massaging his skin, warming him up, she shivering slowly calming down, not that he cares, ignores his own issues so often he rarely notices he has one. “Hey, can you- Come here.” He pulls me, gets a hand on the back of my neck and drags me down over him, kissing me some more, always needy for it, craving simple touch, wanting to be overwhelmed, so full of me he can’t think of whatever’s bothering him at the moment. “There… You’re… Too damn nice to me… Always worrying… You shouldn’t… ‘s not worth it… All I need is this… Just kiss me and make me forget… Just for a little while…” He used to pretend that wasn’t it, that it was just about good sex and nothing else, but he doesn’t anymore, both of us aware of what’s bothering him, why he’s here so often, just craving someone, his hands all over me, sliding up my back and holding me to him all of him against me, big and longing, his want for more buried under fake, not at all convincing nonchalance, his kisses too careful to be unloving, his touch too pleasing to lead me to believe he doesn’t care.

“Hey, let me-” I sit up, pulling my waay out of his arms, his look unhappy to have me take myself away, my shirt up and over my head before I’m back over him, kissing down his neck, giving him the soft kind of attention I know he secretly likes, sliding a hand down over his slowly warming stomach, teasing a thumb under the waist of his jeans.

“Can you- Don’t make me wait… Not this time, I just-” He shuts up, my hand palming at him apparently appeasing for now, my lips kissing across his collar bone, soft and slow, working him up in a way he doesn’t usually allow himself, the slow build he usually neglects, goes straight to work, doing enough to keep his mind occupied. “God… Missed this… You’re so damn good at it… Always make me feel so damn good…” He’s petting my hair, sat up on his elbow to watch me kiss my way down his chest, staring at me with a look I’m not if he’s aware of, a careful kind of affection, tentative, afraid of falling too far, giving into what he wants for fear of losing it.

“Leon?” He hums, brushing my hair back and holding it there, his eyes flitting down toward my hand, working the button and zipper of his pants, indulging in his impatience, figuring someone always on the go really doesn’t have any reason to be very patient. “I have an early meeting tomorrow.” He looks scolded, like I just called him a bad dog, like I couldn’t have refused him showing up this late, like I ever have, never once, always allowed it, well aware how badly he needs it, too afraid to leave him alone in his head.

“Shit- Why didn’t you say? Sorry- I uh-” I shake my head, not meaning to make him feel bad, just letting him know he’ll be waking up on his own. I kiss down his stomach, pulling on his pants as I go, getting them off with a bit of assistance, the slick fabric sticky on his skin.

“I didn’t mean… I don’t mind… You know that… Just meant… Jesus Christ Leon!” I sit up, having a look at it, a blood-soaked bandage, half-covered by his boxers, the band pulled down to give me a look at it before he grabs my hand away, sat up and holding onto my jaw the next second, his look pleading, pained.

“Just- Don’t, okay? I’m fine, I just-” “You’re bleeding.” He doesn’t say anything, just looks at me, his body littered with evidence of what he does, though he’s never come to me bleeding, scabbed and bruised, yes, but he’s never been so impatient he’s neglected to take proper care of his wounds, whatever’s below the bandage large, spread from the bottom of his ribs down to just below his hip, the bandage soaked-though with fresh blood. “Let’s-” “Stop that. Just- I don’t need you to worry, how many times do I have to say it?” He regrets it immediately, his tone of voice, harsh, louder than he usually is, mean.

“Fine, Leon, whatever you say.” I’m near crying, eyes watery, all from nothing, the truth, the mood all but ruined, and he knows it, looking distraught and sorry and sickly all at once.

“Sorry-Fuck- I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t- I know you can’t help it I just- I really am okay. I’m sorry, I didn't meant to get like that, okay?” I nod, feeling a little sick myself, not very glad to have our little issue brought to light, his kisses a little lighter when he brings his lips back to mine, softer, apologetic. “I’m so sorry… Just- Tell me how to fix it… Please, I-” “It’s okay, Leon… It’s okay…” It’s nothing I didn’t already know, just shocking to hear it out loud, hurtful, but not his fault, even if he did get a little aggressive about it.

“No… You’re too damn good to let me yell at you.” He swallows, looking distraught, pained at the thought of hurting my feelings, hands light on my sides as he looks at me, guilt plain on his face, eating him alive for what he thinks he’s doing to me. “God… You’re the one good thing I’ve got and I’m ruining it, I’m so fuckin’ sorry, I don’’t know why- What the hell’s wrong with me?” I put my hands on the sides of his face, looking at him, worrying against his wishes, not happy to be causing him anymore pain than he already has.

“Hey, it’s okay. Just- Stop feeling bad, I know you didn’t mean it…” I kiss him, soft and sweet, being what he needs, distracting him, keeping his mind off everything beside me, what I can give him. “Do you… We can head to bed, if you’re not… In the mood anymore.” I look at him, searching, unsure what he wants at this point, his place in my life pretty ambiguous, mine in his even moreso.

“I can go? I don’t- You’re probably sick of my shit-” “What do you want?” He doesn’t look pleased to tell me, wants me to tell him, is afraid I’m put off by his reaction to my care, but I know he’s just putting up a front, same as always.

“You.” That’s all he says, the word giving all the confirmation of his feelings I need, my nod overly feverish, lips meeting his in a heated kiss, the confession on the tip of my tongue, choked down to keep our fragile deal in place. “You’re perfect… Too damn good to me… Shit… I’ll take my time… I know how you like it…” He turns us over, laying me out beneath him, an arm around my back, his lips hot on mine, his kisses quick, passionate, careful. “So damn pretty… Gonna make you feel good… Give you half ‘a what you give me…” He’s making his way down, kissing along my neck, to the outside of my collar bone, trailing back toward my chest as his fingers ease their way up my stomach, his arm below me getting my bra undone before he takes it down my arms, kissing his way down over my breast, laying a sweet kiss to my nipple while he stares at me with his pretty eyes, his mouth closing over it, sucking lightly, his body sat back on his haunches, hands on the curve of my hips. He trails his lips across, mouthing at my other nipple and groaning, seeming pleased, forgetting his guilt for the time being, focused on making me feel good.

“Le?” He raises his brows, waiting on me to continue, lips just below my belly button, hands gripped to the waist of my shorts. “Hurry up.” He smiles, pulling them down with dramatic fervor, kissing down over the front of my panties and groaning when his lips meet my clit, kissing at it and letting his eyes close, enjoying himself. “Take those off.” He does, smiling to himself as he does, getting them off and pushing his way between my thighs, settled down on his stomach, his tongue licking up over me, spreading slick before he groans, eyes closed as he laps at my clit, his hands gripped to the sides of my thighs, one of mine in his hair, pulling, something he likes, always gets more riled up when I’m a little rough with him.

“Fuck… Love eating you out… Could stare at you all goddamn day… Don’t be shy… Don’t be afraid to hurt me a little, yeah? You know I don’t mind… “ He gets back to it, and I reward him, pulling roughly when he sucks on my clit, his low groan getting me to squeeze my legs around him. “Mm… That’s it… Hold me captive down here… Keep me long as you like…” He’s using his thumb, rubbing soft circles as he kisses all over my pubic bone, staring up at me and letting out little pleased noises. He presses a finger inside, humming happily and adding another, getting me ready without me asking, well aware how well endowed he is, painful without prep, as we learned when we were a little too impatient, around a year ago, wetness not enough to compensate for his size. “There… Taking it so well… Always do… You wanna cum for me? Yeah? I want you to… Wanna make you feel good… Give you a reason to let me come back, keep you satisfied while I’m gone…” I’m getting close, his attention and his words and the look on his face all coaxing me toward it, legs trembling against his hands, fingers tugging on his hair to draw another low groan out of him. “That’s it… C’mon, pretty girl, give it to me… Gotta cum before I can give you what you really want, cum now and one more time and I’ll give you my dick… You’re so close, just relax and let me give it to you… I know how you like it… all slow until it’s too much, gonna get you panting and needy for it…” I’m clenched tight around his fingers, eyes squeezed tight as the pleasure washes over me, shaking and moaning for him, which he loves, moans right back when reach a little further to sink my nails into his back, relishing the shudder that rips through him.

“Leon? Hey, stop-” He’s gone back to sucking, overstimulating me, making me shake and squirm, but he holds me still, groaning against me when I claw at him, teeth gritted from the overwhelming pleasure, head tipped back into the rug in a weak attempt to escape. “Le- That hurts- can you-” “You can take it… Just dig those nails in and take it…” He’s being too much, sucking and lapping at me, holding my legs open and making me take it, my back arched up off the rug from the overstimulation, not used to having two orgasms forced out of me before we even get to the main event. My low moan is his only warning before I’m gushing, whining and digging my nails in, just like he asked. “There you go, good fuckin’ girl, look so pretty cumming for me, gonna have to give me another, cum all over my dick, yeah?” I hum, feeling dazed, coming down as he kisses his way up. “I’m gonna get a condom, be right back- Wait, you done?” I shake my head, he should know by now I’m not done until I’ve got him inside, he hasn’t even gotten off yet. “Okay, yeah, be right back.” He presses another kiss to my lips, leaving me laid out on the rug as he stands, hurrying off to collect a condom from my nightstand, giving me a moment to get my bearings as I watch him walk away, bloodied claw marks sunk into the skin of his shoulder making me grimace, didn’t mean to scratch him up that bad. He’s back soon enough, smiling down at me laid out below him and tossing the condom onto my stomach before reaching to undo his pants, giving me a show I happily enjoy, sitting up on my elbows to watch, giving him a nice view as well, feet planted spread out, chest pushed out just a little. “Fuck you look good, really tore up my back, huh? Listening so good today…” He drops his pants, kicking them off to the side, followed soon by his boxers, eased down while he stares at me, cast to the side before he crawls his way over me, kissing me, ignoring the condom to get some more anticipation, his dick looking painfully hard, left without attention for much too long to be very comfortable.

“Le- Let me…” I push him, getting him sat back then pushing him further, sitting myself up above him, condom in hand, torn through with my teeth, well aware how visual he is, how much he loves seeing me doing lewd things, his eyes cast down as I roll the condom down over him, keeping a hold on him to hold him upright, sinking down on him slow, the stretch no unfamiliar, his dick just long enough to press to my cervix, the pain of it something I don’t really mind, just a dull, somewhat uncomfortable pressure, easily forgotten in the pleasure I’m about to be getting.

“God, love when you take control. Go ahead, ride my dick, pretty girl, show me how good you are, how well you take it…” I lift up, still getting used to the stretch, sliding back down slow, watching him sit up on his elbows, lips parted as he watches, not minding the slow pace, letting me get used to it without complaint. “Shit… Fuck, sweetheart, torturing me… Feels so damn good, look so pretty sitting on my dick…” I let out a shaky breath, leaning back on one hand to bounce, giving him and myself some relief, watching his head tip back and his eyes go closed, one hand on my hip, the other propping him up. “Jesus… Shit, sweetheart, feels so good, doing so good… My girl…” That gets me, I pause, looking at him, my mouth gone dry, his eyes gone wide, his expression at a loss. “Fuck-Sorry-” “Say it again.” I’m breathless, way too eager, leaning over him with a hand on his chest, waiting, anticipating, feeling hot and fuzzy and anxious all at once.

“You’re my girl… Now gimme this.” He pulls one of my legs up, planting my foot outside his hip, my other knee still on the floor when he thrusts up into me, setting the same pace I had, not that fast, but deep, his eyes on my face, staring up at me as I get my hand down beside his head, holding myself up, my other hand on his chest, laid there, his on my hip and wrapped around my upper arm both of us breathing heavy, staring at each other. “God… You’re-ah- I can’t- You weren’t supposed to care about me… Clean me up, feed me-hah- keep a drawer full of- shit- full of my clothes, keep my damn shampoo right fucking next to yours…” He turns us over, leaning over my with a hand beside my head, the other on my hip, lifted a little off the ground so he can thrust into me, his thumb stretched across to rub at my clit, my hand on his forearm squeezed tight, nails digging in. “How am I s’posed-Nnh- How should I feel? You’re-hah- you’re everything I would’ve wanted if I could have it-fuck-! I can’t- can’t be what you-Hnn- need, I’m not- ‘m not good enough for-ah- for someone like you, can’t be a boyfriend- I fucking hate it- ‘s not fuckin’-nnh- fair- to you…” He’s making me sad, saying such sweet things in such a down manner, offering up his love all while telling me it’s not enough, like I haven’t accepted him over and over for all he can give. He’s moving fast, pulling me into quick thrusts, bouncing me, rubbing at my clit with a little too much pressure, trying to get me off before he loses it. “You keep-ah- keep on treating me-fuck- so damn nice, letting me come back over and-oh god- fucking over, letting me lie-” He makes a choked noise, dropping his head down to the crook of my neck and kissing, whining into me, his hips losing their rhythm, both of us close, but he loses it first, bites down on my neck and fucks his way through it, getting me off halfway through and groaning in my ear when I clamp down on him, his thumb working me down as he kisses at his bite, easing himself out once I stop pulsing around him, leaving his face in my neck, hiding from me, unwilling to face me after confessing everything he’s kept to himself the past two years. “Leon?”

“I’m so goddamn sorry. Fucking ruined the mood, huh?”

“How long before Spain?”

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