content: ed, sickly sweet, lovey-dovey and horny leon, p in v sex
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desperate to please you. so disappointed in himself, in his body, for not being able to treat you the way he wants.
not that he was bad at it before, but he gets outrageously good at eating you out now that his dick is untrustworthy. knowing exactly where to lick and prod, how to curl his fingers and push into that spongy spot that makes your back arch.
his favourite past time is looking up from between your legs and seeing you moaning above him, head thrown back, hands making a mess of his hair. he can’t help but let out obscene noises each time you pull at his strands, each time he feels your cunt tighten around his fingers. his dick never gets fully hard, but he still feels arousal. a damp, distant warmth in his abdomen.
he’d be humping the bed. not vigorously, not like he did when he was a younger man, but slow and controlled. a slow grind, over and over, until you’d come too many times all over his face and couldn’t take it anymore. the arousal would linger for hours. never enough to get him hard, but he still felt it. it made him heady, cuddling up to you, pawing at your breasts and kissing up your neck. he wished he could fuck you like he did when you’d first met. missed the feeling of entering you, of cumming inside you.
after searching online, reading countless articles, he came up with a semi-solution. fastening a harness around his broad hips, dildo lodged in the front. at first he’d felt embarrassed. the contrast was shocking. his limp dick remained in his briefs, but when he’d look down at you, your cunt sucking in the toy and leaking all over it, it really made him feel like he was fucking you, again. and you enjoyed it which was all that mattered to him. but this was a good alternative, close enough to the real thing. his hips would still stutter when you came around the toy, as if you actually were tightening around his length.
“just like that, lee. keep going.” his dick twitched at your words, your hands in his hair, the raked lines your nails had carved down his back. god, he couldn’t even get hard but he felt on top of the world.
“want you to cum.” you’d whisper in his ear, breath tickling his neck and making the hairs on his skin raise. “wanna see you cum, honey.”
he groaned, digging his nose into the crook of your neck, thrusting harder. he felt it, now. not hardness, but warmth. wet. he was leaking into the fabric of his underwear, under the harness.
“so good for me, always so good.” you kept going, lips parted and panting.
“i’m-oh, fuck.” he whimpered into your skin, hips stuttering. his orgasm hit him like a truck, knocking the wind out of him. you took his face gently in your hands, guiding his lips to yours. he was still cumming, eyes screwed shut, mouth malleable and weak for your kiss.
once his thrusts had stopped completely, you wrapped your arms around him, manoeuvring your bodies to lay you both on your sides, hissing at the movement of the toy still in you. his eyes were glazed over, heart pounding and head throbbing.
“you okay?” you whispered, gentle and oh so caring. his heart squeezed. you caressed the side of his face with your palm, grazing the stubble that’d grown there.
“almost killed me.”
you snorted, flicking his forehead.
he chuckled, wrapping his large arms around you, and squeezing you into him. you nuzzled into his bare chest, pressing kisses into his warm skin. his breathing was beginning to slow down, but you could still hear his heart pounding.
💭 thinking about re9!Leon Kennedy threatening to shave his happy trail 18+ I’m insane about him oml
He’s standing at the foot of your queen-sized bed in a pair of boxers, having just gotten out of the shower. “I think I might need to shave this off soon, baby.” Your head instantly snaps up at his direction, dropping the book you were reading onto the mattress beside you.
You watch in silent horror as he runs his hand over the dark hairs that dust across his chest and down towards that delicious happy trail of his, his brows all pinched together in contemplation, even the thought of him considering it sent you into panic.
“Absolutely not. No,” you tell him, shaking your head in vehement protest as you shuffle to the end of the bed on your knees.
His eyes catch yours, and his frown softens into a grin. “Look at it, baby, it’s getting out of control down here.” He huffs in amusement, fingers still grazing over the coarse hairs, heart melting a little at the way your lips purse out into a frowny pout.
“It’s sexy, Leon.” You tell him, brushing his hands away from the sacred trail with a huff. “You’re not allowed to just shave it all off.” your fingers now toy with the waistband of his boxers.
He chuckles, cupping your cheeks between his big palms and tilting your head back. “Not allowed? What you gonna stop me?”
“No… but if you shave it off I-I-” you pause, wracking your sleepy brain for a suitable punishment, “I won’t have sex with you until it grows back.”
“Oh, fighting talk, huh? You wouldn’t last a week, babe.” He replies smugly, knowing for a fact that he’s not wrong. You barely survive when he gets pulled away by his ever-demanding job, always relying on those special homemade videos you both made.
You groan in frustration, and he coos down at you, running the pad of his thumb over your pouty lips to try and coax you to smile— but it doesn’t work, you seem genuinely heartbroken, and he would be lying if he said it didn’t amuse him just a little.
“C’mon… don’t look at me like that, baby, it needs taming.”
You don’t answer, but your expression turns determined. You lean forward, looking up at him through your lashes as you press a wet kiss right over the hard ridge of his abs. His fingers slip into your hair, tightening a little at the roots, your name catching in his chest as you drag your tongue back up his firm stomach.
“Oh Fuck-” his voice comes out hoarse, ragged.
“Promise me you won’t get rid of it.” You tell him, dragging sloppy, open-mouthed kisses down to his V-line, and when he doesn’t answer right away, you pull back, scowling at him. “Promise me, Leon.”
“Yeah, yeah, I promise… I’ll keep it, s’all yours gorgeous.” He breathes out heavily from above you, dick already hard and twitching to life against the thin fabric of his boxers.
“Good.” You beam up him happily, tugging the waistband of his boxers down a little further with a lick of your lips.
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AN: is this a safe space to say I love big hairy men and women?
oh my god you’re okay i thought we lost you to the dark side
OMG. NO. i would never leave to the dark side </3 i have just been so busy and i started new meds so my sex drive has been so low LMFAOAO so that equals no motivation to write smut
cw: unprotected sex, forced creampie heheh (so some dubcon), me asf tbh, aged up characters (18+)!
megumi always tells himself you’re not allowed to ride him anymore. you’re too much of a risk taker.
he can never really deny you though, so he has his back against the headboard, sitting upright while you ride him reverse cowgirl. his mouth hangs open in hard breaths, tongue peaking out and abs flexing-- watching your ass come up, down, up, down, from the tip to the base. your hair fans out across your shoulders and he wishes he could see how good your face looks right now, but then he'd have to switch positions. he should do that anyway because he knows he's in for it now, but he's enamored by the way he can see his dick disappearing inside you at this angle. it’s quite the conundrum.
you can feel his nails raking down your back over the sensitive nerves where your spine is, your moans peaking out of your mouth through a lip bite. to make matters worse he feels it coming, that burning in his stomach when he knows he’s about to finish. you’re about to make it difficult for him like always.
“gonna cum, baby.” he offers, reaching to grab one of your ass cheeks in his hand, lifting it, a subtle reminder that he isn’t wearing a condom and you need to get up soon. " 'you hear me?"
you don’t respond. you’re trying his nerves right now, which is only heightening his arousal. “please–shit–please do not fuck with me right n-now–” he warns you, an empty fucking warning.
you aren’t acknowledging him at all, the only thing running through your mind: keep going, keep going, keep going. your mouth is open in an ah, ah, ah, fuck~ gumi, your dick always feels sso so good–
he curses under his breath. “y-you’re tightening up too much– ‘said i'm gonna cum, baby, you gotta let go so I don't-”
he pauses, feels it, and then he starts whining, as high in his natural pitch as he can possibly go. grabbing your hips, he’s pulling you in and trying to push you off all at the same time.
“l-let me go–! baby, c’mon, let go–”
“shut uppp,” you whine back. “you come on, give it to me, then–”
you let your hips slam back down once, twice, straight down a third time. he can’t hold it, spills his cum deep inside you with a groan. his whole body tenses up, muscles contracting while he fills you.
you go limp on top of him with his dick still buried inside you to the hilt.
megumi lets out a harsh puff of air, leaning his head back against the headboard with a dull thud. he squeezes his eyes closed to soothe the metaphorical headache that you just gave him. “you’re fucking insane.”
you turn your head over your shoulder to look at him, smiling sweetly. “and you’re still hard.”
i was so active for a month and then fell off so hard </3 life got too serious! lowk still have no motivation to write but im crawling back to tumblr hi
drunk clark getting so fucked up he stumbles over to your apartment in the middle of the night from the bar after drinking with jimmy all night, slurring as he’s begging to bed you, fuck you, kiss you and touch you how he’s always always wanted but was way too shy to confess when he was sober …………..mmmmmmm
leon n reader experimenting new kinks and leon is into way freakier shit than reader was expecting(i.e. wax play, choking, slapping, stepping on him, orgasm denial, bondage, etc.)
i’ve had this idea for forever but every time i start writing istg i get dumbed down to a kindergartener’s writing level
"are you sure?" your voice rings in leon's head. he's never been more sure of anything in his goddamn life, begging for you to please just slap him. you're on top of him, and the two of you were making out- until he asked you if you guys could try out some different stuff in the bedroom tonight. you and leon really aren't the couple that is outrageously freaky. well, not until now. "you won't hurt me, i swear. i've been tossed around by goddamn bioweapons, it's fine." leon reassures you as he is really giving you the best puppy eyes he can.
your hand lightly grazes his face, and leon pouts. "i know you can do better than that." you giggle and slap him a little harder- still no real umph behind it. "baby, c'mon. think about our fight last week or something. i want you to really slap me, okay?" leon pleads, his hands roaming to your thighs to rub affirming circles into your plush skin.
"i dunno if i can... it seems mean." blush raises to your face, trying to look anywhere but leon's eyes. "that's the point!-" leon begins, a little too excited of the thought of you being mean to him. you catch this; his sudden enthusiasm brings your gaze back to his. "-i mean, uh, that's okay. if you don't wanna, you don't have to..." he trails off, but looks a little disappointed.
but who are you to deny your boyfriend? so, without a word, you bring your hand and slap him against his face. hard. leon's hips instinctively bucks up, and he gasps. "y-yes, like that. fuck," he grabs your shirt to pull you into a kiss, and as soon as his lips are about to graze yours, you smack him again. leon whimpers under you. "you want me to be mean?" he nods reverently, biting his lip. anxious on what you're going to say, what you're going to think of him. you giggle, but it's different than before. there's something more lustful about it this time.
your other hand moves from his hip to palm his cock over his sweatpants. "never knew you were that dirty, leon," as you begin to draw circles onto his crotch. "f-fuck, i'm not-" and you slap him again. his hips buck up into your touch as he groans. "getting off to me slapping you? pretty dirty in my eyes... i wonder what else you want me to do to you, hmm?" you start to move your hand up and down his cock over the fabric separating you two, and leon whines. when he doesn't answer, you strike him again- and leon whimpers once more. you swear you can see a red mark forming. "tell me," you demand, really falling into your dom role.
he gulps. "i-i want you to tie me up, play with me. use me just for your- oh god- fun, please," he moans, not knowing what he's begging for. the added friction of his sweatpants and boxers is making him close embarrassingly fast. or maybe it's the way you're treating him. "and... you wouldn't let me cum, fuck, until you- you were done with me," leon pants, hips now following the movements of your hand. "almost straight out of a porno," you mock, grinning at him. "but that's okay. i'll give you what you want," your movements speed up on his cock, hips jerking.
"ffuck, need-" and you slap him one last time. "no. you'll take what i give you," you practically snap. leon jerks forward, gasping, and you move your hand on his face to keep his mouth open, spitting on his tongue. a guttural noise escapes leon as his orgasm washes over him, eyes squeezing shut and swallowing. he soaks the front of his boxers and pants as you let him ride it out, getting your hands all sticky.
as he comes back to reality, you scooch in closer to him- grounding him. he smirks. "didn't know you had it in you," he quips.
"didn't know you wanted all that." you tease, pulling him in for a kiss.
guys i'm sorry to disappoint but i don't rlly care for pegging so i won't write it 💔💔💔😔 I WILL write him sucking the strap tho if that is something the people are interested in <3
Hear me out. Older Leon who is used to domming/topping, meeting someone who actually fights him for dominance. So he lets himself submit, "just this once" he says. Little does he know he will leave the room as a different man.
im grouping these asks tg because theyre kinda similar in my head! thank u guys for sending them in yalls brains r sooo big i love this trope!!! (icl i did take some creative liberties but hope u guys still enjoy<3) not beta read. again. sorry i'm lazy :p
vendetta leon seemed to be a regular at the bar you had just entered, chatting it up with the few faces in there and the bartender as well. in his eyes, you were probably the most beautiful girl he had ever seen walk through the old run-down place. he didn’t come to the bar to pick up anyone he saw, (in fact he comes to the bar to wallow in his own self-pity,) but you seemed like too good of a catch to let up. it started off small with just buying you a drink, until you actually moved towards him and he gulps. leon takes his cheesiest and sleaziest pickup line, "what's such a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?" in order to try and set it off right with you.
you giggle at his straightforwardness. "think it's too bad and scary for me?" you tease, sipping the drink he bought you a little too quickly. "something like that," he murmurs, smirking to you as he watches the way you lips purse around the glass. you feel heat rise to your cheeks as he observes you like he's trying to memorize your face. god, he needs you. fuck drinking, you're the thing that can distract him from his past. and you think he's not too bad himself.
after a couple more drinks between the two of you, you somehow end up making out with him in the dive bar bathroom. he reeked of whiskey and tasted like it too. but you could ignore all of that, because at least he seemed like he was experienced. he tries to lift you up easily for you to rest on the sink- but you swat his hands away. "wanna make you feel good," you whisper into his mouth as you’re eagerly palming him through his jeans- leon letting out low groans. "really, hon? i could-" he starts, but you cut him off with a stern "no, i'm sure." and his dick throbs at your assertiveness. hm.
you fumble around with his belt and sink down to your knees, pulling his jeans and boxers just enough to let his cock spring out. all you can think about is how badly you want to break him down. your hand wraps around the tip of his dick, slowly working him. his hips stutter at the contact- he hasn't felt anything but his hand in a long time. "stop fucking with me baby, cmon." you look up with him through your lashes, smiling innocently. "be patient, hm?" "i can't when you're just so beautiful," he groans out. his hips jerk forward when your hand travels further down his shaft, and he holds back a moan. "beg for it, then."
his head perks up. "uh- huh?", he questions with a cough trying to stifle his voice cracking. instead of answering, you move your mouth closer to his dick and give him a little kitten lick. precum spurts onto your lips, and you giggle. the same giggle from when he used his little pickup line. "beg for my mouth around you, leon. beg for me to speed up."
leon laughs. "i don't do that, baby. i have girls begging for me to fuck them harder instead," he sneers. but you squeeze his base, making him lunge over. "tonights different. if you won't beg, we can stop right now..." you trail off, letting go of his dick and slowly pulling up his boxers. his hands fly to yours in response, as some sort of plea. "no, no! fine, fuck. please? just please stop fucking teasing me."
"good boy," you purr, and just when he's about to protest- "good boy? i'm a ma- ohh, god,"- your lips fully wrap around his cock, swirling the tip. "yes, yes...", leon practically whimpers, urging you on and taking him further down your throat- hollowing out your cheeks. your hands find his thighs, where your nails dig into his skin, definitely leaving marks. his head lulls back at this, which you do not appreciate. you come off his cock with a pop! and slap his cock. "ow! fuck, whaddya do that for!" he growls, but when he looks back down at your lustful eyes, he almost melts. "i-i mean, um, what did i do wrong, baby?" he corrects himself, and you smile. "want you to look at me while i get you off, m'kay?" you lick a stripe up his cock, practically drooling, and you can see his chest rising. "uh-huh. okay," he gasps, as you begin to take him inbetween your lips again, and leon swears to himself he wont fuck back up into your mouth.
your nose presses against leons stomach, taking all of his cock. he notices the way your thighs press together as you attempt to breathe through your nose- just smelling him. his raw scent driving you insane, and you could tell your ministrations were making him insane too. you could taste his precum dribbling down your throat once more, and you give a small hum in delight that sends vibrations down his length. "'m close, hon," and your eyes pierce through his, and he remembers what you said earlier. beg. "p-please? let me come? yeah? feels so good, i can't-" you nod, cutting him off, and start to bob up and down on his cock faster, trying to swirl your tongue around him. he moans, a little too girly for his liking, but leon doesn't even care anymore. he squeezes his eyes close and his hand grabs your hair and thats all the warning you get before he comes down your throat, softly fucking back into your mouth. you can feel his cock jump and twitch in your mouth as you swallow, coming off of him as he pants above you.
warning ladies !! do not spit in gojo’s mouth unless you’re ready for him to nut instantly!
“c’mon baby,” he whines, voice all breathy and cocky, his blue eyes sparkling looking greedy. “i’ve been good. spit in my mouth, please?”
you laugh, because this six-foot-whatever menace who can literally warp reality is pouting like a brat because he wants your spit.
“you’re so fucking weird, toru.”
“you are weird,” he corrects instantly, tongue already poking out a little. “now c’mon.... i’m dying here. my dick’s so hard it’s bout to file a complaint.”
you roll your eyes but lean in anyway, gripping his jaw with one hand, thumb pressing into the soft skin just under his bottom lip. he opens wider, eyes half-lidded, that signature gojo smirk twitching at the corners because he knows exactly how nasty this is.
you gather it slow on purpose, letting him watch, then spit directly onto his waiting tongue. thick, warm, right in the center.
the sound he makes is downright criminal. a broken little moan-groan that vibrates straight through his chest and into yours.
“fuck— again,” he gasps, “do it again. spit like you mean it.”
you do it again, messier this time, letting some of it miss and drip down his chin. he doesn’t even wipe it. just lets it slide while his eyes roll back.
“you’re actually getting off on this, huh?” you tease, grinding down slow on the massive bulge straining against the fabric. “big bad strongest and all it takes is a little spit to make you stupid?”
“shut up and degrade me properly,” he whines, but he’s grinning like an idiot, tongue still out. “call me a nasty little slut or sum. i’m literally leaking for you right now.”
you laugh again, i mean you can’t help it. before you do the request, you reach down and shove his sweats just low enough to free him. he’s flushed dark at the tip, already dripping down the shaft.
“open wider, pretty boy.”
he obeys instantly, loving every second of being absolutely humiliated by you.
you spit again, then lean down and lick into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue while you sink down onto his cock.
satoru’s whole body shudders. he moans into your mouth, hands scrambling on your hips, already babbling.
“more!! fuck— spit on me while you ride me. please baby i’ll do anything. i’ll buy you a country. i’ll cancel infinity for the rest of the night. just keep spitting in my fucking mouth—”
I saw that you were asking for sub leon asks. I love all your re2 leon and sub leon shit, I eat it up everytime. Can you please write something with Leon as readers puppy? Like she has him on a leash or puts the puppy ear headband on him or something (like those mods) (if you're comfortable with it ofc)
YESS i love puppyboy leon and i've actually talked abt it some here! but this was so long ago i have sm more thoughts. also went a little overboard with thissss hehe not beta read btw
i rlly like the idea of kinda having to coerce/beg leon into being your 'puppy'. you bring it up to him nonchalantly during dinner one night, asking leon "would you mind wearing puppy ears?" and he practically chokes on his food, turning absolutely red. he's apprehensive to say the least, stuttering out a "um, baby... really?" wanting to see if you're being serious. and oh you are!
it takes him a couple more days of convincing to finally let you order the ears (and a collar). and when it finally arrives in the mail, you run into your shared living room, gleefully showing off your package telling leon to "guess what cameeee!!" and he's perking up, with a "wha- oh," until you pull it out, waving it around, but heat is rising to his face and getting all flushed as you pull out dog ears that perfectly match his hair color, a pink collar with Leon engraved into a heart pennant attached to it, with a matching leash. and of course you want to try it out immediately.
"c'mon pup! speak, leon!" you encourage, with leon looking up at you as he lays on your tummy as you're on your back. his leash is threaded in your hand, as another one cups his face. leon bites his lip before letting out a small "woof..?", unsure of himself. you tug harshly on the leash, and he whimpers. "don't act like you don't like it. i can feel your hard-on against my thigh, pup," you snap, and you swear you can feel his dick throb in his boxers. "'m sorry, i-" another tug. "speak." he gasps. "w-woof!" he croaks out, and you move to pet his hair.
"good boy," you purr, as he whimpers again. admiration fills you as you look at his cute little puppy eyes. your hand travels from his face to his throat, gripping his collar and then the pennant. "you look so beautiful like this. should've gotten it to say my name, then everyone would know who your owner is." leon nods apprehensively. "yeah? you sure?" he nods again- more fervently this time.
"uhuh. 'm y-yours," he stammers, still kinda struggling to fall into his roll. but when you ask "does puppy wanna treat? for being so good?", and although he wasn't really sure before- he is now. leon practically pounces on you, helping you pull down your panties and crawling in-between your thighs as you guide him with his leash.
he delves into your cunt as he licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit, his warm mouth making your back arch into his touch. your hand flies to his hair, making his leash almost choke him. but he doesn't stop, he just moans into you- and is practically making out with your pussy. the vibrations make you whimper. he nips and licks at your clit as you tug his hair, egging him on. when he slips his tongue into your opening, you let out a loud exhale that you didn't know you where holding in. "fuck, pup. yeah, so good," and your praise just makes him rut against the mattress subconsciously.
you scratch his scalp, pushing his head further into you. "'m close, god," you breathe, practically riding his face at this point. the tip of his nose is hitting you clit as he thrusts his tongue in and out of you, and seeing him look up with you with pure want in his eyes is enough for you. you can barely croak out a "fuck- coming-" as your thighs clamp around his head, and you tug on his leash. he can't really breathe, but god if he were to die, this would be the place he would want it to be. in-between your legs. he lets you rock against his face as you ride out your orgasm, and you practically have to force him to get off of your cunt.
you crouch down and kiss him sloppily, tasting yourself on his lips. you bite his lip, and he gasps- allowing your tongue to sneak into his mouth, practically devouring him. leon whimpers as precum spills in his boxers, loving when you get rough with him. you give him one last tug of his leash, pulling him off, and admire the mess you've made him into. he's panting, lips wet, and cheeks red. "what a good pup for me, leon."
that's when he decides that maybe he really is into this.
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