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RE9 Leon x wife reader

Synopsis: Leon is freshly retired, you’re back from your honeymoon and he needed something to do. Those boxes and all his old clothes that had been piling up in the closet all these years needed to be gone through, who better to help him sort through the memories than his wife? ❤️

CW: established relationship, marriage, reader is AFAB, domestic fluff, like tooth rotting levels of fluff, allusions to PTSD, mentions of struggles with trauma, age gap, (Leon 49, reader 25) terms of endearment, slightly spicy at the end, possible grammar/spelling errors.

A/N: This one came to me after seeing all the mods and skins for Leon in RE9 where he can wear some of his past outfits (especially the RPD uniform, his RE4 fit and RE6 fit) and I thought it would be kind of cute. As someone who struggles with C-PTSD, I empathize a lot with his character and so writing this comes from a bit of a more personal place, even if it’s funny and cute. I know it’s a bit short and different from what I usually write but as always, I hope you all enjoy! ❤️

There was just something so domestic about it, something that didn’t make it feel so daunting to look through it all now that you were here. As if you were breathing new life into the objects of his past. “Think you just want an excuse to get me to play dress up” he quipped as he leaned against the doorframe of the closet, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you with nothing but adoration in his eyes. The giggle that left you in response as you looked up at him from the floor suddenly making any bit of tension in him just melt away. “Can you blame me? With a runway walk as good as yours, I didn’t think I needed an excuse” You replied, grin stretched to your lips as you held the shirt in hand, making him chuckle. “Besides, if it does fit, it isn’t a total loss. Can always wear them as night shirts” you said, making him chuckle again. “Any excuse to wear my clothes instead of your own, right?” He teased, making you hum. “Hey, that’s marriage! What’s mine is mine and what’s yours is also mine” you replied through a laugh, batting your lashes up at him innocently with a cute grin. “Now that math doesn’t seem right…” he replied, earning another giggle from you that made him smile just a little wider upon hearing it. He certainly didn’t hate the idea of you trotting around the house in his old shirts. Especially if it was just the shirt and nothing underneath. “Hand it here, I know I’m not winning this battle” he said, making you eagerly shove it towards him with a soft, celebratory “yes!” in reply as he undid the zipper to his quarter zip. You watched him pull it up over his head and off and tossing it to the side to be worn again later. His eyes came to yours as you watched him find the tag to ensure he wouldn’t be putting it on backwards, never wasting an opportunity to see your husband without a shirt on. “Enjoying yourself?” He asked with a cocky grin, making you laugh. “Very much” you replied honestly, making him roll his eyes and shake his head with a partial grin before pulling on the black compression shirt.

You watched as he fixed it up, eyes widening with a soft flush as you took in the sight in front of you. It hugged him in all the right ways, stretching along the taut muscles of his torso to show you the faint lines of his abdominal muscles beneath it. “You know…for a shirt that’s almost as old as you, it’s held up pretty well” he commented teasingly, rather impressed that it was in almost pristine condition after spending years in a box and that it still fit despite being as tight as a second layer of skin. His comment on how old the shirt was made your jaw drop for a moment. The age gap between you and Leon was never something that bothered you, in fact you teased each other often about it, but it was moments like these that truly reminded you of that gap. “Almost as old as me? It damn near looks brand new!” You commented making him chuckle as he looked himself over in the full length mirror. “Wore these all the time back in 2005” he responded, taking you by surprise. “No fucking way…” you replied in disbelief, turning the box around in an attempt to find the date on it and sure enough, there in bold black marker said “2005” along the opposite side. You were stunned at the way the sleeves hugged his biceps and how pristine it looked for being old enough to drink if it were a person. “Wore them in 2005 then broke them out again in 2011? 2012? Loved these things in my late twenties and early thirties” he explained. “You say that as if it was eons ago” you teased, making him raise a brow as he tilted his head. “Feels like it some days” he replied. “Not half bad knowing I can still fit in it, too bad I lost the brown jacket I used to wear with them, it was a nice jacket…” he added in an almost pouty tone, making you giggle again. “I think they’re safe to put in the keep pile then, yeah?” You asked as you took out the other ones and folded them into a neat pile. “Sure, can use them to work out in or while I work on the bike when you are hoarding them” he answered, putting the image in your head of him lifting weights in it or of his biceps flexing as he’d be using tools on his bike to make repairs to it.

“Hot. Okay, next up, oh! Got a jacket” you said, pulling out a black leather jacket that had two faded grey stripes that wrapped around the upper arm on the sleeves two zipper pockets and four clasping pockets that adorned the front. “This one’s nice!! I definitely think you should keep it” you advocated, making him laugh as you turned it around. The thing was riddled with small rips and bullet holes yet you admired it like it was a work of art. “I see we’ve reached the 2010s. that jacket’s definitely seen better days but not too bad” he said as he looked it over himself before catching you looking up at him expectantly, waiting for him to put it on. “Oh, is someone waiting to see me put it on?” He asked with a playful grin, making you worry your bottom lip between your teeth. “Maaaayybe” you answered coyly, watching him go to put it on. Unfortunately it didn’t seem to fit quite like it used to, a little too small in the arms and a little too short in the torso but it still looked pretty damn good on him. “Damn, that’s a shame. Liked this one a lot too” he commented. “Guess this one’s a toss” he said, taking it off. “Not necessarily! How ‘bout we set it aside. I’d wear it, if that’s okay with you?” You asked sheepishly, making him smile softly at the thought of you in a nice outfit with it draped over your shoulders or you wearing it the next time he took you out for a ride on his motorcycle. The fact that that was the first thing that came to his mind as opposed to any of the events that transpired in China felt like a marvel to him. Maybe he really was getting better at this. But he certainly wouldn’t be here without you. “It’s beat up to shreds baby, I don’t know if it’s worth saving” he said, watching you take it from him like it was the most precious thing on earth. “I kinda like that it’s a little beat up. It gives it character! Means it was well loved and I think it deserves to continue to be well loved” you said, and judging by the way you were already putting it on a hanger as you spoke told him you were standing firm on this decision.

“Alright, looks like we’ve got another jacket. Kinda similar to the last one, were we going through a phase in the 2010s? I’m sensing a trend here with leather jackets and stripes…” you asked through a soft laugh as you looked it over, making him chuckle. “More like a midlife crisis maybe, but I guess it does kinda look like the other one, doesn’t it?” He asked, smirking a little as he took note of it now that you’d mentioned it. “Would you believe me if I told you I wore that with fingerless gloves?” He asked, making you gasp dramatically. “Stop, you did not” you replied, a grin splitting across your features as you tried your hardest to imagine him in such a get up. “Oh yeah. Thirty-seven and thought myself a total badass. That’s when I fell in love with bikes too” he responded, making you giggle. “If I find the gloves will you put them on too? I gotta see the vision” You asked, routing through boxes and cubbies in the hopes to find them. “Starting to think maybe you’re just a little too into this…” he teased, making you laugh. “I’m having so much fun you have no idea” you said, making him melt just a little on the inside as he watched you scout through all the box for them. “Aha! Found them!!” You said, holding them up like a trophy you’d fought hard to earn. And in a way, they almost were. You watched him slip on the jacket before tossing him the gloves. Once again, he’d found the jacket was just a little too tight but he beared through it for you, soon pairing it with the fingerless and knuckle-less gloves so you could catch a glimpse of your husband’s choice of wardrobe from 12 years ago. “Oh my god…you were a certified bad boy! Damn…” you teased, making him laugh as you took in the sight, looking him up and down. “I think you pull it off pretty well, actually” you added genuinely. “Maybe back then, definitely not my thing anymore” he answered, making you hum. “I dunno, you and leather jackets still go pretty well together, I’d say” you stated. “Think I’ll donate this one to the wife’s side too” he said, making you giggle as he handed it to you so you could place it on a hanger next to the other one. “The wife’s side thanks you for your considerate donation” you replied coyly as if you were a clerk at a second hand store.

From that point on it was a bunch more t shirts, some button ups, more quarter zips and all the suits he had hanging up that you knew he wouldn’t be getting rid of. Until you came across the holy grail hiding in the very back of the closet. “Okay, I don’t know why this was hiding away or when you wore this last but I have to see you in it” you said, holding up a blue button up shirt with a black vest paired with it. “I can tell you just from looking at it that that’s not fitting me anymore, sweetheart…” he replied, watching a pout come across your face at his words before you looked at it again. “Aww c’mon, at least try! Maybe it’ll shock you like the compression shirt did!” You replied. “Just one time? Then you don’t ever have to wear it again. I just know this would look really good on you” you said, making him sigh. “Alright, but if it rips because it’s too small don’t say I didn’t tell you so” he said, making you laugh. “Oh no! What ever is a woman to do if her husband’s clothes rip because he’s too big and strong to fit in them anymore?” You replied dramatically, making him roll his eyes with a grin as he removed the black compression shirt he still had on before pulling on the blue button up. It was definitely too small. He remembered it was already pretty tight on him when he wore it thirteen years ago but it was even tighter on him now. Only the few buttons at the torso could be buttoned up at this rate, leaving his chest unbuttoned and exposed, yet the vest could be adjusted so surprisingly it still fit after some minor adjustments. He looked himself over in the full length mirror, not seeming very pleased at the way he looked in the outfit. “Definitely doesn’t fit anymore, can’t even button these last few buttons…” he said, attempting to do so and watching as the two buttons across his chest strained to stay in place before they popped off when he moved his arms back down by his sides. He’d almost seemed hurt by the realization but when his eyes traveled downward to look at your reaction, how you were looking up at him with absolute awe, he realized that maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. “That looks…wow, that looks so good on you, it’s insane” you complimented, making him look back at the mirror as he fixed his hair, trying to do anything to convince himself to agree with you but he was still struggling to see what you see. If anything, he was almost a bit flustered now that the buttons had ripped off, leaving him to feel as if he was dressed for a Magic Mike act. “I dunno honey, it’s really tight. I just broke two of the buttons trying to get it done up all the way…” he replied, watching you stand up and walk over to him, one of your hands resting gently on his chest. “Honestly? If you asked me, I think it looks better this way” you said, fixing the collar and looking him over one more time before looking back up at him with a soft, loving smile, making him chuckle. “You think so?” He asked curiously, bringing one of his hands to your hip to pull you close. “I’d be lying through my teeth if I said it wasn’t doing it for me” you replied, your hands smoothing along his chest as both of you exchanged a quiet, intimate laugh before he leaned down to kiss you. A wordless thank you for being so patient and kind, helping him through all of this and showing him that even tokens from the past can have new, better memories attached to them. “We don’t have to keep it if you don’t want to but…maybe you could let me help you make a better memory with it before it goes?” you said, trailing your sweet kisses down his stubbled jaw to the column of his throat. “Oh? And what kind of memory do you suppose we’d make with it, honey?” He asked coyly, earning a sensuous giggle from you as your lips trailed down the exposed valley of his chest.

Relief

Synopsis: catching every era of Leon…taking care of themselves so to speak. 👀 (SMUT MDNI!!!)

CW: established relationship, RE9 spoiler in RE9 Leon’s section, cursing, reader is AFAB, relationship through the eras with Leon changes, no age gap, mentions of alcohol, mentions of marriage, mentions of/eluding to p in v, mentions of oral, (f&m receiving) jerking off, potential grammar/spelling errors.

A/N: this is a format I’ve done in the past that I thought would be a little interesting to try with Leon! It came to me the other day and I’ve been working on it on and off the past few days but I hope you all enjoy!

Tanning 👙❤️‍🔥

Vendetta Leon x Wife reader (SMUT MDNI!!)

Synopsis: you’d been giving your husband the cold shoulder all morning but after seeing you out sunbathing in a certain bikini, he knew he had to come out and settle things with you himself. 😏

CW: established relationship, reader is AFAB, age gap not explicitly stated, (could be read with or without one, though I picture reader to be 27 and Leon 37) brief mention of alcohol, cursing, Leon gets a little jealous/possessive 👅 dirty talk, praise/degradation, body worship (sort of?) brat/brat tamer themes, hair pulling, vouyerism mentioned, exhibitionism, oral, (f receiving) nipple play, p in v, potential grammar/spelling errors

A/N: I seriously cannot thank you all enough for the love my last fic has gotten, I’m truly so grateful you guys love it so much! 😭 currently working on a potential part two to it so definitely keep an eye out! I hope you all enjoy this one in the mean time. ❤️ As always, my ask box is open for requests for Leon fics so feel free to send some my way! Hope you all enjoy! ☺️

“Look at you…fuck, you are unreal” he complimented once more, baby blue eyes drinking in the sight of you topless and straddling his lap, smoothing one of his hands up along your back to bring you closer to him as the other danced along your thigh. “Wanna suck on these perfect tits” he said before leaning down and bringing one of your hardened nipples to his lips, earning another gasp from you as you closed your eyes, fingers carding through his hair as encouragement to keep going. “Fuck, Leon…” you moaned, rolling your hips against him and earning another groan from your husband who sat rock hard beneath you in his shorts. The usual faint sound of his lips and tongue on your breasts had quickly turned obscene, no doubt dialed to eleven just to put on a show. Not that you minded. In fact it had you embarrassingly wet already seeing him like this, hearing him talk to you like this, all because you’d made him jealous. You didn’t know he had it in him but now that you did, it almost made you want to make him jealous more often. He let off of your tits with an obnoxious, wet pop! before looking up at you, trailing his lips up between the valley of your breasts to your collarbone, up your neck and finally to your lips. “Enjoying yourself yet? You bad girl” he asked lowly between kisses, making you giggle. “Mhmm” was all you could manage to say, feeling his hands smooth down to the fat of your ass, giving it a nice, hearty squeeze and earning yet another sweet moan from you that allowed him to deepen the kiss. “Bet you are, filthy thing” he teased, groaning into the kiss as you ground your hips against him, your tongues tangling together like you were exploring one another for the first time all over again. He could taste the sweetness of your drink still dancing on your tongue, hoping to intoxicate you with his kisses and touch better than any liquor ever could. “Sweetheart…gonna make me cream in my fuckin’ shorts if you keep doing that. Can’t have the fun end too early, trying to prove a point here…” he said, making you giggle mischievously at the brief moment of power you’d had over him.

“Think my mouth could be better used somewhere else too, what do you think?” Leon asked, making you gasp softly but excitedly into the kiss at the thought, earning an intrigued sound from him that morphed into a chuckle. “Yeah you like that idea, don’t you? Laying out on this flimsy little chair while your husband eats you out?” He asked, making you shake your head yes as you bit your lip at the thought. “Words baby, wanna hear you say it. Let him hear you beg for me” he replied, making you whimper. “Please…” you begged breathlessly into your messy kiss. “Please, what?” He asked, making your face flush with embarrassment yet your stomach knot with excitement. “Please, eat me out…show him what only you get to do to me” you begged, making him groan at your plea. “That’s my girl. Gonna have to take the bottoms off for that though, think you can handle it?” He asked, making you eagerly shake your head yes. He chuckled at your excitement, giving a playful tap to your ass to let him up. “Had no idea my wife was such a dirty girl…” he said, earning another excited giggle from you as you positioned yourself on the chair to allow him easy access, watching him sink to his knees before you. “Oh look at that, didn’t even have to ask you, you just situated yourself all pretty for me on your own. It’s like you’re excited for it…” he teased, making you hum. “Maybe a little…you know I love when you go down on me” you admitted, making him smile. “I know you do, could spend all day between these thighs” he replied truthfully. “Now to just get this off of you…” he said, fingers hooking into the string of your bottoms before peeling them off from you. “Insane that you would call this anything other than string” he commented as he tossed it haphazardly to the side, making you laugh as he settled between your legs. “Kinda the idea” you quipped in reply, earning a chuckle from him as he looked up at you from between your thighs. “I know, it’s almost like I bought it so I could see you in it” he said, holding your legs up over his shoulders before pressing teasing kisses to the sides of your thigh. You sighed at the pleasurable scratch of his stubble along your sensitive skin, listening to him place hot, wet kisses along your thigh before trailing closer and closer to where you needed him most. “Poor guy, he’s absolutely seething right now…Probably wishes it could be him between these gorgeous thighs, staring at this perfect pussy” Leon said, making you turn your head to look in the direction of your neighbor but a pinch to your thigh had you stopping before you could. “Ah ah, don’t look at him. Eyes on me, baby” he ordered, making you bite your lip as you looked down at him between your legs and you swore you could have cum from just the sight alone.

Your eyes were fluttered shut, head leaned back against the cushion of the chair as you squirmed beneath him, bucking your hips up to his tongue to get more of that delicious friction you needed so bad. “Yeah there you go baby, fuck my face. Want you to cum all over my tongue” he encouraged, switching between flutters of his tongue against your clit and pistoning the hot, wet muscle in and out of your entrance. You’d been so worked up between him fondling you, rubbing you and you grinding against him that you were already getting close, feeling that coil in the pit of your stomach grow tighter and tighter. “Fuck, Leon…don’t stop, ‘m gonna cum” you warned, making him groan as he looked up at you, drinking in the sight of you panting and moaning his name, falling apart all because of him. Your cheeks flushed from exasperation and fluster, your plump lips all glossy and kiss swollen from him and your chest rising and falling with each harsh breath. He could truly never get enough of you, especially like this. “Cum for me baby, I’ve got you” he encouraged, making you whine as your hips stuttered with their movements. A few more purposeful passes of his tongue along your clit had that coil in your stomach snapping in an instant, sending white hot electricity flowing through you as your back keened from the chair and your plush thighs squeezed around his head. He let out a loud moan along with you as you did. Was the whole neighborhood privy to what you were up to at this point? Likely, but you didn’t have it in you to care, not when it felt this good. You released your grip on him as your body shook, each pass of his tongue working to help you ride out your high. “I love when you do that” he said, kissing the inside of your thigh before getting up off of his knees to work at getting his shorts off. A look of surprise came over your features as you looked up at him, watching him undo the button and zipper with ease before removing his shorts, standing there in his boxers. Painfully hard. All for you.

One of his hands tangled into your hair, yanking your head back with just enough force to pull against your scalp but never enough to actually hurt you. The action deepened the arch in your back as you clung to the chair cushion, knuckles turning white from how hard of a grip you had on it. “Use your words. Or are you so drunk off my cock already that you forgot how to?” He ordered, making your pussy clench at his gruff tone, leaving your eyes to roll back into your head and your jaw slack as he rutted into you. “Yes! Love it! Mmh…feels so good” you babbled out pathetically in response, making him chuckle at the way he’d already reduced your brain to mush. All you could think of was him, how good he felt. How good he’d always made you feel. He felt you press your ass up against his hips, greedy for more of him as if he wasn’t already balls deep inside of you, fucking your brains out. He looked down to the space where you were connected, marveling at the way your ass moved with each of his harsh thrusts. How his length stretched you as it would go in then come back out covered in your slick. Proof of how much you were enjoying this. “So fuckin’ pretty” he complimented through his own moans, leaning down and pressing his chest and stomach against your back to lay kisses along your neck, his hand moving from your hair to rest against the back of the chair for support as his other tightly gripped your hip. You wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if you woke up tomorrow with bruises in the shape of his fingers. A pleasant reminder, along with the various hickies that dotted your neck and chest, of your adventurous escapades. You loved that your husband could be such a gentleman but you loved it even more when he let go of his restraint like this, letting carnal need take over him, it wasn’t often he allowed himself to do so. “Proud of yourself? Getting me all worked up like this?” He asked, making you shake your head yes. “Yes! Think it’s so hot. ‘m so close, please…!” you admitted, feeling that familiar coil winding up inside of you a little more intensely this time. “Cum for me baby, cum all over this cock. Show him how much you love it” he replied, feeling your walls clench tightly around him as your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you cumming with a loud cry of his name. “Good girl. Good. fuckin’. girl.” He punctuated with the slam of his hips after each word before his thrusts began to grow sloppy, signaling he wasn’t very far behind you. “Gonna fill this pussy so fuckin’ full you’ll feel me dripping out of you for days” he warned, making you moan and your walls clench around him at his filthy words. “Shit, baby…squeezing me like that, I-“ he started to say before reaching his peak, a hot moan of relief slipping past his lips into your shoulder as he thrust his hips with each intense throb of cock, painting your insides with his seed. “Fuuucckk…” was all he could get out as you both sat there for a moment, catching your breath and riding out your highs together.

Last Nerve

RE9 Leon x Fem coworker reader (SMUT MDNI!!)

Synopsis: You and Leon were notorious for being the office hot heads, always sent on missions together yet never being able to stand one another. After one particularly bad mission however, you find yourselves at each other’s throats…in a couple of different ways. 👀

CW: coworkers, sort of enemies to lovers dynamic? Cursing, name calling, brief mention of alcoholism, office romance, reader is AFAB, age gap, (reader is in mid 20s and Leon is 49) slight yearning, denial, brief mention of daddy issues, dom/sub themes, brat/brat tamer themes, praise, degradation, car sex, spanking, fingering, p in v, fluff/crack ending, potential grammar/spelling errors

A/N: wanted to try something a little different so apologies if it isn’t very good or is a little too ooc but I do hope you enjoy! My ask box is always open and I’d love to take requests for Leon if you all have any! 🙏

After an excruciatingly long elevator ride with the grumpiest motherfucker you swear you’d ever met, you pushed your way out through the doors the second they’d opened wide enough. “A simple fucking “excuse me” wouldn’t kill you every once in a while, you know” Leon griped, making you huff an annoyed laugh. “For you? Oh, it definitely would. Maybe just stay out of the way and it wouldn’t be a problem” you spat as you marched towards the break room on a very important mission to fix yourself a much needed cup of coffee. “Hey! You’re back!” Claire said with excitement and relief upon seeing you both enter the room, safe and in one piece. Much to the opposing party’s dismay. “Yep! No thanks to that one though. Still can’t figure out why they seem to think it’s a good idea to put an alcoholic behind the wheel” you chided, your comment making the room fall silent whilst you stormed over to the coffee pot and poured yourself a cup of coffee before gesturing towards Leon from over your shoulder. “I’m right here” he grumbled, snatching the pot from your hand as you were beginning to set it back, hoping to allot you a taste of your own medicine before he poured himself a cup of coffee, earning a harsh grimace from you as he did so. Damn did it feel good too, he could almost grin with pride. *“Good”* You said pointedly, mimicking his line from earlier in the elevator as you moved to the side to add your sugar and creamer to get it just how you like. “You two ever going to get along?” Jill asked as she sat at the table, halfway amused by your borderline schoolyard display of cattiness. “Maybe when hell freezes over…” Leon answered gruffly, making you scoff in reply as you stood brooding in the farthest corner from the older man. “You two sure know how to bicker like an old married couple” Sherry added with a half chuckle as she sat across from Jill, making you both look to each other as those words were spoken before exchanging a mutual look of repulsion at the mere thought.

You watched as he stood up and leaned over you, pushing himself into your personal bubble to harshly press the emergency stop button on the elevator, getting it to abruptly stop in place. The lights and mechanical whirring that once hummed softly within now laid completely silent in their powered off state. There was nothing filling the tight, quiet space of the elevator now but you and Leon. “Hey! Are you nuts? What the fuck are you doing?? I’m trying to get home!” You complained, looking at him with a mix of agitation, confusion and concern as he stood there with his arms crossed over his chest again. He was so close to you now that you could see the way his biceps bulged beneath the sleeves of his quarter zip, far too aware now of how it clung to his torso like it was a second layer of skin. “Stopping this thing so you’ll actually talk to me like a fucking adult” he answered, taking you back for a second at the intense look in his piercing blue eyes. Shit, he was serious. “So you think cornering me in an elevator I can’t get out of is gonna make me want to talk to you anymore than I already don’t want to? Sound logic there, Kennedy. You really know how to make a woman feel safe” you snapped defensively, watching him clench his jaw in agitation at your attitude. You’d been in worse situations, far more dangerous ones than this to be certain, especially with him. Yet the longer you were stuck there with him, the more the air in the cramped elevator had started to turn stiflingly warm. Not because there was no air coming in but because the tension between you was beginning to reach its peak. You caught a faint whiff of the cologne all the women in the office would swoon over, understanding a little more why they would. It was woodsy and leathery, mixed together with the scent of gunpowder and metal in a way that was so uniquely his. You had no doubt it was likely as expensive as the rest of his tastes were but you hated that you liked it so much, that you wanted to smell more of it. Wanted to have it clinging to your clothes, your bed sheets and skin to make them all jealous. Jealous, that he chose you over any of them. Jealous, that you not only get to work with him but fuck him too. You hated it because the more you thought about it, the more you started to sound like you were just desperate for his attention. Desperate for an ounce of his affections pointed your way. Maybe it was time to wake up and face the facts.

When you’d both made it down to the parking garage he gestured you to leave through the doors first, taking notice of the way that for once, you weren’t pushing past him to do so before he followed closely behind you. “Think you can tolerate my driving long enough for me to take you back to mine?” He asked with a soft, teasing grin stretched to his lips as his hard body caged you in against the driver’s side of his Porsche. “And here I thought you were a risk taker, Leon. What’s wrong with starting in the back seat?” You asked with a mischievous smirk, your hands traversing along his chest, fingers toying with the zipper of his shirt as a challenging look rested in your gaze. Now that was more of what he was expecting from you. He gave a chuckle as he leaned forward. “Back seat. Now.” he ordered with a squeeze to your hip, making you bite your lip as a shudder ran through you at the feel of his breath against your neck. You watched him open the door for you, your excited giggle morphing into a surprised yelp as he smacked your ass while you hurriedly climbed into the back seat. He wasted no time getting in after you, closing the door behind him as his hulking frame hovered over yours. “So impatient, you’d rather be spread out on my back seat and treated like a desperate whore than let me take you home and fuck you” he said as his lips littered your neck with searing kisses, your hands once again finding their way into his hair as you sighed blissfully. You couldn’t help the moan that left you as his teeth found a rather sensitive spot, nipping and leaving a small but dark bruise in place to ensure you wouldn’t forget what transpired here. “If I’d have known all this time that you had a thing for me, I’d have fixed that bratty attitude of yours a long time ago” he continued, sliding his hands beneath your shirt to help you lift it up over your head, chucking it haphazardly into the front seat with your bra trailing right after. “Look at these gorgeous tits…” he complimented vulgarly and almost breathlessly as he brought his lips to one of your pebbles nipples, earning a soft but sweet moan from you in response. “Fuck, Leon…” you moaned, arching your back from the door to press against him as the lewd sound of him sucking filling the quiet. He groaned into you at the sound of you moaning his name. “Sound so pretty saying my name like that, say it again” he replied.

He let off of you with a wet *pop!* before switching to your other breast, allotting it the same treatment. “Leon, please…” you begged this time, making him chuckle as he looked up at you, drinking in the way your skin had flushed and your eyes were blown wide with lust. How your breathing was already staggering, your lips all glossy and swollen from him kissing you and you biting them. “Please what, baby? Am I not giving you what you want? Need even more of my attention?” He asked in a condescending tone that made you squeeze your thighs together, a whine escaping you as he stopped. “Be a good girl and use your words. Maybe then you’ll get what you want” he continued as he trailed his hand up along your thigh, sending electricity coursing through your veins. “Touch me, please…” you begged but it wasn’t enough, he wanted- no he needed to hear you tell him exactly what you wanted him to do to you. “Need me to touch you? Where, baby?” He asked, but it seemed he wasn’t getting that from you in words like he wanted, not when you’d grabbed his hand and placed it right between your legs instead. A small show of defiance that was all too familiar coming from you. “There” you challenged, making him grin. It’s a start. He worked at the button of your pants before slipping his hand past the waistband and down over your soaked underwear. “Fuck baby, you’re so wet for me already. Want me that bad?” He asked with a smug grin, making you roll your eyes at him. “Oh shut up” you responded flustered by how worked up you were, making him grab at the band of your underwear and pull it back, allowing it to snap against your skin making you yelp. “Play nice and you’ll get what you want, or did you forget already?” He replied in a more domineering tone, making you squirm beneath his authoritative gaze. “Say you’re sorry” he ordered as his lips hovered just out of reach, fingers so close to where you needed them that it made you ache. “Fuck, ‘m sorry daddy..” you whined, not meaning to let the last word slip. Now you were even more flustered, covering your face after the words had slipped from your lips, scared to see his expression twist in some form of disgust.

You pulled back for a moment, allowing your head to fall against the seat as you fought to catch your breath. “Really wish I would’ve pissed you off sooner” you said, making him chuckle as he also sat there catching his breath. “Oh really?” He asked in reply, quirking his brow in interest at your admission. “Why else do you think I made that comment about you not being able to get it up? I knew it’d get under skin” you replied with a smug grin, making him shake his head at you. “Unbelievable” he replied, making you giggle. “But hey, I’d say it turned out pretty well. You certainly showed me” you said, sitting up to bring your lips to his in a softer, much sweeter kiss compared to the ones before. He couldn’t deny that despite falling into your trap, it did end up playing out rather well for you both. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you when we get back to your place” you promised, making him chuckle. “Okay but you’re driving, my knees and back are shot. Car sex isn’t exactly as comfortable as they make it out to be…” he grumbled as you both pulled your clothes back on, at least attempting to look decent. You laughed at his response as he handed you his keys before exiting the back seat and moving to the front. “Okay old man, want me to rest my hand on your thigh while I drive too? Give you the full passenger princess treatment?” You teased playfully, making him roll his eyes despite the small grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “On second thought, maybe I’ll just drive…” he replied, making you laugh as you pushed the ignition to start. “Nope, too late. No take backsies, now buckle up princess” you said as you started to back out and make your way out of the parking garage, jokingly squeezing his thigh as you did so. “You’re enjoying this way too much” he said in almost a defeated tone, making you laugh. “Don’t act like you don’t love it. Getting on your nerves is my specialty” you quipped and as much as he wanted to deny it, you weren’t wrong.

Break it in 💖

Vendetta Leon x Wife Reader (SMUT MDNI!!)

Synopsis: you and Leon had just recently tied the knot and being that a honeymoon was likely off the table, you decided you’d celebrate in other ways instead. 😉

CW: established relationship, reader is AFAB, brief mentions of alcohol, reader and Leon are newlyweds, fluffy themes, domestic fluff, cursing, terms of endearment, absolutely no plot, slight themes of body worship, p in v, dirty talk, Leon being handsy and clingy, possible grammar/spelling errors.

A/N: I’m absolutely weak for Vendetta era Leon and I think he deserves to have a partner to come home to in this era just as much as he does in any era. 🤧❤️ This was just a quick little blurb that I came up with, hopefully more to come soon! Enjoy!

Home pt. 2

RE9 Leon x Fem Best Friend Reader (SMUT!! MDNI!!)

Synopsis: The last 48 hours had been stressful for sure but now that he was home, all Leon was focused on was making up for the last 28 years. 👀

CW: takes place after the events of RE9, no spoilers (I think but this is a part 2, part 1 has lots of spoilers!) established friendship, reader is AFAB, best friends to lovers, no age gap, resolved mutual pining, lots of teasing, (especially from Leon) cursing, terms of endearment, praise, slight body worship, oral, (f!receiving) fingering, slight bratty and brat taming themes, unprotected p in v, smut with feelings, potential grammar/spelling errors

AN: ahh!! My first work got so much more love than I thought it would, I’m so so thankful and glad you all enjoyed! 🥹❤️ I had a lot of fun writing this one and hope I can do your requests for a part 2 justice. More works should be on the way here soon but for now, I hope you all enjoy!

“Wonder what things twenty-one year old me has been privy to all this time that I haven’t” he quipped, hungry eyes staying locked on yours as he trailed down to take one of your pebbled nipples between his lips, making you moan as you blushed even harder. “A lot…” you admitted bashfully as your hands came up to thread through his soft hair, arching your back to bring yourself up against him. He groaned into your skin as you did, one hand beneath you resting in the middle of your back to keep you this close as he sucked and laved his tongue over your sensitive bud. “Yeah? C’mon don’t be shy, tell me what all he’s been lucky enough to see baby. Got a score to settle“ he replied as he switched treatments over to the other side, making you whine as you squirmed beneath him at the feel of his tongue against your other pert bud, finding yourself to be quite sensitive. You weren’t sure if it was because it had been a while since you’d been with someone, or if it was because it was him doing these things to you. “Well…he’s seen me down to my underwear, seen me naked, seen me in all types of different clothes, seen me- oh fuck- doing things to myself” you admitted, making him groan into you once again at the thought of you playing with yourself. The image of you desperately fucking yourself with your fingers or toys as you lay splayed out on your bed all pretty. Maybe if he was lucky, those nights were spent with you thinking of him as you did. “Yeah? He’s gotten to see you play with this pretty pussy?” He asked, hand slipping down the waistband of your sweatpants to cup your sopping cunt over your panties, earning a soft gasp from you. “Never been more jealous of younger me” he joked, making you laugh as you moved your hips against his hand. “Should’ve tried getting in my pants a whole lot sooner then. Could’ve been the one doing it all, all this time instead of me doing it to myself” you challenged him with a grin as he worked your sweatpants down your hips.

No toy, no fantasy, no wet dream you’ve ever had of the man could have possibly lived up to this moment. His head buried between your thighs that sat on his broad, built shoulders, his hands at your hips with his fingers dug into your skin as he indulged in you like you were the last meal he’d ever get. “Fuck! Oh god, Leon…!” You moaned, your fingers threaded through his hair once again as his tongue assaulted your aching clit, nails dragging lightly against his scalp. Fierce blue eyes looked up at you from between your legs, drinking in the sight of your eyes shut and head fallen back from the pleasure. Pleasure he was bringing you. He was enjoying listening to the pretty moans that fell from you and your desperate cries of his name that he’d been waiting to hear from you for years. He watched with hunger in his gaze as your chest rose and fell with each harsh breath, groaning into you when your hips would move, working against his mouth shamelessly in chase of your release. He could stay like this for the whole rest of the day if you’d let him, drinking in the sight of you falling apart on his tongue while indulging himself in the taste of you. He’d spent far too many nights dreaming of this exact scenario, or fantasizing it with his throbbing cock in hand after a long and stressful day at work. “Feels so good…” you panted out, slack jawed and eyebrows knitted together as you watched him work you skillfully with his tongue. “Yeah? Doing so good for me, baby” he praised, one of his thick, calloused fingers prodding at your soaked entrance. You keened as his tongue focused on your clit while his middle, and now ring finger, worked inside of you, curling to rub against your spongy walls in search of that sweet bundle of nerves. You felt so full from just his fingers alone, they were much larger and longer than your own and felt so much better than any toy you owned. You couldn’t help but stare at the delicious way his bicep would flex beneath his shirt with each movement, the veins in his arm popping out more with every pump of his fingers inside of you.

Nothing had felt more right in his life than being in this very moment with you, looking down to see you splayed beneath him, hair fanned out against the pillow beneath your head as he rocked his hips into you softly. The way you looked up at him with such tenderness in your gaze, such love as you panted beneath him. This was where he wanted to be, where he belonged. With you. Your hands came up to cup his face, fingers rubbing against his stubble as you pulled him down to kiss you. Your moans at a particularly deep thrust allowed his tongue to mingle with yours, his one hand resting against the headboard of your bed for leverage as his other gripped your hip. Any minutia of space between you was closed by him the moment it was found, wanting to feel your skin against his own, needing you as close as he could possibly have you. The sounds of skin on skin, paired with your shared moans and the bed groaning beneath your bodies filled the room, a sensual symphony to your passionate love making. “Feel so good, baby” he complimented between pants as his hips picked up in pace a little, watching your pretty tits bounce as your body moved to his rhythm. “So deep…” you let out as one of your hands came to his back, nails digging into his skin with a moan as you felt his tip bully your cervix with each thrust. His grip on the headboard tightened as he groaned, the wood creaking beneath his vice grip on it but you paid it no mind. Not when the way he was gripping it made his bicep flex by your head oh so deliciously, allowing you to see the veins in his arm pop out again. He leaned down, his head ducking into the junction between your neck and shoulder to lay kisses against your skin as he gripped you tight. “So perfect. Fuck, I love you. Love you so much” he admitted, a rare peek into his more vulnerable side. Something that he was only ever comfortable with showing around you. “I love you too, Leon” you answered, wrapping your arms around him to keep him close.

Home 🏠

RE9 Leon x Fem Best friend Reader

Synopsis: You and Leon have been practically life long best friends but it seemed the both of you had been hiding a secret…👀

CW: RE9 SPOILERS!! Takes place after the events of RE9, established friendship, reader is AFAB, HEAVY mutual pining, so much yearning, friends to lovers, angst w/ fluff ending, mentions of canon typical violence, brief mention of alcoholism, cursing, kissing, eludes to smut, potential grammar/spelling errors.

AN: this era of Leon is making his way towards being my favorite of all time oml I can’t get enough of him. 😮‍💨 Also really thinking of writing a smutty part 2 to this if it does well and anyone is interested. Thoughts? 👀 I hope you all enjoy!

When the door finally opened you scrambled to meet him, dropping everything from your hands in an instant before bolting to your front door. When he entered, he’d hardly made it through the doorway before smiling as you all but threw yourself at him. “Leon!! You’re back…oh my god, you’re back” you said as relief flooded over you, sounding more like you were trying to convince yourself that he was actually here, that he truly made it back home. “Promised you I would be” he quipped in return, making you smile as you looked up at him. That’s when you noticed it, his once horribly hunch over posture was now so much better, his voice sounded better, he wasn’t coughing anymore and the marks that were once all over him were finally gone. You pulled away slightly for just a moment, your hands resting at his shoulders as you looked him over like an overprotective mom examining their kid after they’d been hurt, making him chuckle. “Good thing I showered before inspection” he joked, making you chuckle a little as you continued to look him over. His skin even looked a lot better, he looked almost a bit younger than he did when he left. “They’re gone” you stated, looking up at him in amazement before turning over his hands and arms to really confirm it. They were really gone. There were a plethora of scars in place of the marks and a scabbing wound on his neck that was new but you knew that came with the territory of the job. What mattered was that they were gone, he was finally okay. “Believe it or not, we actually managed to find a cure. One of the best things to ever come out of that damn place” he said, making your eyes well up with tears of joy as you looked at him. He still looked tired and no doubt sore and drained from the mission but overall, he stood before you a renewed man. As if the cure he spoke of had managed to do more than just take away his cough, aches and marks. “Feel better than I have in ages” he added, making you smile happily up at him.

Mornings Like These

OG RE4 Leon x FemReader (FLUFF + SMUT!! MDNI!)

Synopsis: You and Leon get to enjoy a relaxing but romantic morning after he returned from Spain. 💖

CW: takes place right after the events of RE4, reader is AFAB, established relationship, fluff w/ smut, cursing, slight themes of body worship, morning sex, soft and romantic, porn w/o plot, p in v, fluffy ending, potential grammar/spelling issues.

Just a small little blurb this time but I hope you all enjoy!! ❤️

It’s the way I just realized that Scream 7 and RE9 both drop the same day as my gender reveal ultrasound appointment. Life is WILD

#re9 requiem #re9uiem #re9 #resident evil #resident evil 9 #resident evil requiem #scream #scream 7

When did you get hot? 💋

Vendetta Leon x Fem reader

Synopsis: It had been a long time since the last time you saw Leon but fate has a funny way of reuniting people who are meant to be. ;)

CW: mentions of alcohol, cursing, Leon and reader are long time friends, no age gap, heavy flirting, rekindling friendship, friends to lovers, yearning, kissing, making out in a car, slightly spicy ending, (Leon and reader get a little handsy 🤭) eludes to sex, potential spelling/grammar errors

A/N: okay so I may have a HUGE weakness for Leon in his 30s, because WHY DOES HE LOOK SO FINE!! 🫣 anyway, I’ve had this one in the draft for a minute so I hope y’all enjoy! ♥️

References to these songs

Playing Doctor 🫦 🩺

RE4 Leon x Doctor fem reader (SMUT!!)

Synopsis: when an annoying ache in his side started to bother him, he knew exactly who to come to that would take away the pain. ;)

CW: brief mentions of canon level violence, brief mentions of medical tools, likely inaccurate medical references (I tried my best, I swear but I’m no medical professional by any means 😭) lots of flirting, Leon levels of cheesy humor, reader is AFAB, Leon is lowkey down bad for reader, Leon is a bit touch starved after his mission in Spain, cursing, handjob, (m!receiving) riding, unprotected p in v, potential grammar/spelling errors

A/N: This one is a bit shorter than the last couple of works I’ve posted, the idea came to me the other night and I’ve been working on it on and off the past few days so apologies if it’s a bit short or little messy! Can be read with either OG RE4 Leon in mind, or RE4R Leon! I’m partial to the OG personally because it was the first game that got me into the series a long time ago but I made it to where it could be read with either! Ask box is always open if you guys have any suggestions or requests, it gives me even more inspo to write. 🫶 Enjoy!! ☺️

You were just about to sneak away to try and take a few more bites of your food when you heard someone calling after you. “Hey, doc” you heard them call after you, making you sigh before turning on your heels to face whoever was speaking to you, hoping they would see the blatant look of anger resting on your face. “What?!” You snapped, thinking it was another coworker needing you to do their job for them. When you turned and saw Leon standing there, clutching his side you instantly regretted it. “Oh shit, Leon. I’m so sorry” you apologized, stepping closer and giving him a once over to see what was wrong. “Glad to see you made it back from Spain in one piece” you said, softening a little and relaxing the moment he was in your presence. He chuckled, looking you up and down and noting the tension residing in you. “Long day?” He asked, making you give a breathy chuckle in return. “Oh fuck, the longest…” you said in a defeated, exasperated tone watching as he shifted to his other side with a groan, making heat rush to your cheeks. That’s when you realized you were just letting him stand there in pain. “B-But that’s not important, what’s going on? What brings you in?” You asked, watching with concern at the way he was clutching at his side. “It’s nothing really but you know how Hunnigan gets…she saw me wince when I came into the office this morning and she made me promise I’d come and get it checked out” he replied, following you quickly as you led him to an examination room. “Oh Hunnigan sent you, huh? Sure you didn’t just miss me?” You asked him teasingly, turning to flash him a wink and grin from over your shoulder before continuing forward. He had a habit of coming here to see you, at first for more serious injuries but over time, any small little scrape or scratch, complaint of a possible fever would leave him walking through the doors. He would take any excuse he could to come and see you but he had to admit, in this instance there was something actually bringing him quite a bit of discomfort that challenged his usual stubbornness that he’d be fine in time.

Forgiveness

Ex-boyfriend RE6 Leon x Fem Reader (SMUT!!)

Synopsis: Leon is adamant to prove to you that he’s changed since your break up, that he wants to make up for all of his wrongs and prove to you that you’re the one thing he’d gotten right all of these years.

CW: Leon is depressed, mentions of alcohol/alcoholism, mutual pining, cursing, can be read with or without age-gap, slight angst? W/ fluff and smut, smut with feelings, oral, (f!receiving) make up sex, p in v, potential grammar/spelling errors

A/N: I’ve been holding onto this one in my drafts for SO LONG I’m so glad to finally see it finished! I wanted to give some love to RE6 Leon because it’s my personal favorite era and I feel like it’s kind of underrated. As always my asks are open if there are any requests! Leon is one of my all time faves to write for, so I’m happy to write for him! Enjoy! ☺️

Also I can’t help but imagine this as the song playing in the bar, it just gives me the right vibes. Kind of romantic but maybe it’s just me, feel free to listen to it along with if you wish!

Date Night with Leon

RE9 Husband Leon x Fem Wife Reader (SMUT!!)

Synopsis: It had been a while since the last time you and Leon could go on a nice date, so he treated you to one as soon as he could. His wife deserves nothing but the best after all. ;)

CW: age-gap, (reader is 35, Leon is 51) established relationship and marriage, (since reader was 20 and Leon was 36) reader is AFAB, cursing, brief mentions of alcohol, fluff w/ smut, name calling, oral, (f! Receiving) car sex, p in v, potential grammar/spelling errors

A/N: After the biggest plague of writer’s block I’ve ever had, I think I can happily say I have something worth posting! So excited for the new game to come out that I’m literally counting down the days. I hope you all enjoy!

Apocalyptic Romance

Leon Kennedy x fem!wife!reader

Hey! It’s been a while since I felt like I could write anything good, guess that’s what pregnancy does to you lol but with all my anticipation of RE9 coming out, I finally got some inspiration to write a little bit again! I’m picturing this as somewhere between DI, RE6 and Vendetta era Leon (my personal favorite, his 30s just graced him so well 😫) but of course it can be left to the imagination if you have a preferred Leon that isn’t from this era! It’s been a while, so I may be a little rusty but I really hope you all enjoy this little blurb that came to me and maybe I can work up the courage to post some more here soon. ♥️

CW: brief canon level violence, brief mentions of weapons, established relationship, fluff with the slightest hint of spice, potential spelling/grammar errors.

Rainy Days

Eric Draven (1994) X reader

AN: I just watched The Crow again and my goodness the grip this movie has me in. I don’t see a lot of work for OG Eric like there is for Bill’s so I thought I’d do a little dabble into it and drop it here! Might be a bit cheesy and I know it’s short compared to my usual work but hopefully you all enjoy! ☺️

CW: angst, canon typical death, no Shelly, previous relationship, reader and Eric are married, angst with happy ending, angst with fluff, briefly proofread, potential grammar/spelling errors

You’d visited his grave just about an hour before, laying down a handful of fresh black roses by his marker as you sat with him. You rested your head against his tombstone, shedding a few stray tears as you sat in the eerie yet peaceful silence for a few minutes before working up the courage to finally speak. “How cruel fate can be to steal love from the hands of youth. Even more so to steal life from them just the same” you finally spoke, looking to the beautiful ring that sat on your finger. It was the last gift you’d ever gotten from him, and the one you cherished the most. A symbol of your unity, your love everlasting. Your wedding ring. “When they speak the words “‘til death do you part” no one prepares you for the day it becomes a reality. No one expects that day to come while you’re young, so what is a girl to do? What is a girl to do but wander? Wander until the day comes that she’s to be reunited her lost love, wander until her feet can no longer carry her. Wander until her spirit no longer inhabits her” you continued, sniffling as you wiped your eyes of the tears that began to trickle down your cheeks in small but steady streams. “Each day without you here is agony, a torture I wish I’d never come to know. I play your records on repeat to hear the remnants of your voice again, dream of you as I sleep to feel the ghost of your touch against my skin, I read your notes and the scribbles of lyrics on the pages of your notebooks to carry with me the love and life you were forced to leave behind. Yet as I do any of it, none of it is ever has the same feeling. None of it holds the same warmth. Because none of it achieves the illusion that you are still here with me” you added, your chest growing tight as your breathing staggered, finding yourself curling up next to his grave. “Because you’re not…” you proclaimed, your voice cracking harshly from the sob that caught deep in your throat. “And I suppose a part of me is still just unwilling to accept that fact” you finished as you looked down at your ring once more, admiring it as small drops of rain began to sprinkle lightly from the sky. You watched as a crow soon perched itself atop his headstone calmly, but purposefully, standing there with you as if it were Eric symbolically accompanying you in this moment of vulnerability and sorrow. At least, that’s what you liked to think anyway.

Between the quiet stillness of the switching between tracks and the soft patter of the rain against the concrete, you heard the flutter of a pair of wings along with the distinct cawing of a crow. As you finally opened your eyes you sat up to find one perched but a few feet from you, sitting across the way just along the edge of the rooftop, looking almost as if it were watching you. It appeared to be the same one from the cemetery, its eyes so inquisitive and observant as it looked upon you with curiosity. Almost as if it was checking in on you. You smiled somberly as you acknowledged its presence, moving your headphones to sit around your neck as you walked toward it. “Don’t suppose it’d be you checking in on me, would it be Eric?” you spoke to it as if it could respond to you, deciding to sit near it once more as it watched you with intrigue. Its presence was again oddly comforting, familiar even in a way, which only further led you to believe that perhaps Eric was sending you a sign from beyond the grave that you weren’t as alone as you led yourself to believe. That he was still here in a way, watching over you. “Still sit up here every night, you know. Listening to music and guessing which star you call home. I like to think you watch down on me from wherever you are, even when it rains” you continued, listening to it caw almost as if it were trying to reply to you. You gave a dry, short chuckle once more as you looked to it. “Can practically hear you telling me I’ll catch a cold for being out in the rain like this, or that it’s dangerous to be out this late on my own” you added. “But if I’m honest, it’s times like these that I feel the closest to you since you left” you confessed. You knew you looked crazy, sitting all by yourself out in the pouring down rain, talking to a bird on the roof this late at night, but you just couldn’t take it’s presence and persistence as a mere coincidence. Not when it had landed on his headstone at the cemetery, staying there with you for nearly the whole hour that you sat there then managed to find you here on the roof where he used to sit and play his guitar or where you would both come to stargaze. It had felt far too personal at this point to be coincidental.

You sang as you ran your fingers along the jagged cement beneath you, wishing to feel more connected to the memories you two shared along this slab of concrete. “That song never sounded more beautiful than when you would sing it” spoke a hauntingly familiar voice, making you raise your head from your knees, instantly perking your head up in the direction it had come from. In that moment you couldn’t help but wonder if your eyes and ears were deceiving you. You’d blinked a plethora of times to clear your vision, seeing if perhaps you were just caught in a day dream or if maybe you were so tired from crying that you were to the point of delirium, because there he was. Your husband, somehow back from the dead and standing there on the rooftop with you. As you saw him, a slight smile began to rise to his lips, like he was happy to see that you’d found him. It wasn’t long before tears began flooding your eyes once again as you sat in absolute disbelief. “Eric…?” You asked skeptically, unsure of how to label the many emotions currently overtaking you as you watched him move closer to you. You were of course elated to see him, that he was somehow here but confused as to how it was possible. You were finally relieved of the heavy ache that had made a home in your heart to see that he was back here with you again, yet unsure of whether you should be thankful seeing that his peace was clearly disturbed by whatever force had brought him back. You were conflicted, and he could see it written along your features as he tread closer. “Who else, my sweet rose?” He said, kneeling down before you and making those tears shed in trails down your cheeks the moment his hand came to rest against your soft, soaked skin. His hands were cold from the rain and the cool autumn breeze running through the air but otherwise he was surprisingly warm. You were absolutely miffed. “But how…? I visited your grave but an hour ago and you were...am I dying? I must be, how else would you be here?“ you attempted to bring logic to the situation, your hand coming to rest against his as he chuckled, trying to grasp at the situation in whatever way you could to try and understand. If you were dying and he was merely a spirit guiding you across, how could he feel so real? “I’d certainly hope not, I just came back” he joked as if that was something people could just do, as if it were but a common occurrence. You had so many questions, questions that he may or may not have answers to but in this moment those questions could wait. He was here, and you didn’t want to waste a moment of this blessing you’d been granted.

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I just finished reading the chance fic you put up. And oh my sweet lordy I was fanning my face. It was so good! The way you described in such detail. OUGH. This man is such a gentleman and i need more.

If I may be so humble to request another chance x fem reader fic. I feel this man would have .... hear me out.. . A breeding kink. Like he doesn't really notice at first. But during him prepping for sessions or even during campaigns he can help but let his mind wander and fantasies seep out a bit. And starts to realize it. And after he gets realized? Oh hes just all over you. Especially if say the reader is a little soft and has some chub for him to grab onto. Like wanting to take you over and against every surface in your house. Just let this nerdy man go completely feral. Please let your genius brain go rampant and as feral as you want. Okay sorry for rambling I'll go back into my hidey hole. Please and thank you if you do !😳😳😳😳😘

I’m so glad you enjoyed!! 🥰 you’re not rambling at all! I loved your idea and was super excited to write for it! I haven’t received asks in a while so I was super excited, thank you so much for giving me something to write! ❤️ I’m sorry this ask took me so long to get to, and if it’s a bit short I just really wanted to find the right way to go about it, so I hope I have done your ask justice and that you enjoy it! 🫶

Fantasy and Fun!

CW: swearing, use of pet names, no use of y/n, slight game spoilers!! Briefly proofread, potential spelling/grammar errors, reader is AFAM, female anatomy mentioned, präise, unprotected seggs, breëding kïnk, fïngering, bödy wörship, cream 🥧, cöwgirl, rïding, p0rn w/o plot

Ask box is always open! ♥️

It didn’t take either of you very long to make your way up the stairs, hands hastily untucking shirts, unbuckling pants before suddenly both of your clothes were laying in a pile along the floor to be forgotten until morning. He couldn’t help but admire you in the mirror by your bed as you stood before him completely bare, his hands tracing along your gorgeous curves as he stood behind you. His lips pressing worshipful kisses to your neck and shoulders as he watched his hands roam your body from the mirror, enjoying the pleasant faces you’d make as he did. This was his first time sharing intimacy with someone since he’d been realized, so he wanted to make it as special as he dreamed it would be. He was still astounded at the way your skin felt so much softer under his touch now, how warm you are, and how well your hands and bodies fit together like two missing pieces of a puzzle. He watched as you shut your eyes, your head tilting to the side as you leaned against him, a soft smile reaching your lips as he held you. His hands roamed to your breasts, fondling them gently in his hands, watching as your brows would knit together and your mouth would open to let out a soft gasp as he did. “Chance…” you breathed his name in a quiet plea, but hearing you say his name like that sent fire through his veins, lighting his skin ablaze as his cock throbbed against your back. He knew he was getting distracted, likely teasing you with the way his hands continued to wander and grope at your soft skin but he couldn’t help it. There were so many new sensations, so many new feelings, and so much he wanted to enjoy with you. Especially like this. His heart raced as he looked at you, excitement filling him and fogging his brain so blissfully. One of his hands found their way down between your legs, rubbing gentle circles into your clit that left you almost melting into his arms. Your head rested against his shoulder, your sweet moans by his ear as he lavished your aching clit with the attention it had been needing all night, finally allowing some of that pressure to release. Your jaw fell slack as your brows furrowed, your breathing staggering a little as his fingers dipped down to prod at your soaked entrance. “So excited for me already” he teased, a grin stretching to his lips as he admired you once more in the mirror, watching as your gaze fell to it finally, taking in the sight of your conjoined reflection as he pleasured you with his fingers.

You moaned as he leaned up, grabbing your hips almost harshly as he took over, rutting up into you as his lips wrapped around one of your pert nipples. You felt as he seemed to slip ever so slightly deeper within you as he did, each drag of his hips granting your clit stimulation as well which only skyrocketed you that much closer to your impending climax. “Oh! Chance!!” You moaned out loudly, pride filling him as you allowed him to take over, to make you cry his name so loudly with no shame of if anyone could hear. The bed creaked beneath you both, rocking in its frame in time with the deep thrusts of his hips. Paired with the sound of your joined moans and the clapping of his skin against yours, it filled the room with an absolutely sinful cacophony of intimacy. “So close…!” You warned before he kissed you, wanting in those moments before either of you would reach your peak to share another passionate kiss with you. It was a bit messy with a clash of teeth and tongue as the both of you moaned into it, but it was perfect. You are perfect, and being as inseparable from you in this moment as he could was heavenly. All he wanted was to be close to you, as close as possible, for as long as you would have him. He groaned as your legs wrapped around his hips, trapping him in and he had to fight cumming right then and there. “Let go for me baby, I’ve got you” he said, making you whimper pathetically as he nudged that spot once more, finally sending you over the edge. Your back arched, pressing your bare chest to his as your head flew back, jaw falling slack with a long, loud cry of his name. Your nails dug into his back and clinging to him for dear life as your orgasm washed over you, taking nearly everything out of you as electricity rippled down your spine and stars filled your vision. He moaned at the feel of your walls hugging him tight, sucking him in and milking him of everything he could give you as he found his own release while deep inside of you. You felt his cock throb with each hot rope of cum that spurt from his tip, coating your walls and leaving you feeling utterly and completely full. You moaned softly as he thrusted gently and shallowly into you with each pulse, effectively helping you both ride out your highs before things got a little too sensitive.

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Romance and Roleplay!

Knight!Chance x Princess!reader

MDNI!!

CW: fluff, smüt, slight spoilers!! Briefly proofread, established relationship (love route) cursing, reader is AFAB, one use of y/n, 0ral (fem receiving) fïngerïng, b0dy w0rship, r0lepläy, p0rn w/o plot, p0rn with a backstory? Unpr0tected seggs, P in V, Cream 🥧 , terms of endearment (Princess, baby, my love, darling) praise, smüt w/ fluffy ending, fluffy smüt, possible grammar and spelling errors

Summary: after realizing Chance, you both play your last session of the G&G campaign he’d built and that you’d spent months playing together. In celebration of its finale, and his realization, you decide to celebrate by bringing your characters to life.

AN: I’ve been obsessed with this game and the different characters since it came out, and there was no way my D&D loving ass would not fall head over heels for his character! I just had to write something for him. I wrote most of this while I was on a flight so if it’s a little scattered, I apologize, but I hope I’ve done him justice!

As always, my ask box is open! I would love to take asks especially for Date Everything content!! But as always, hope you enjoy! ☺️

“Oh dearest Princess, how fair you look on this beautiful evening” spoke Chance as he stood kneeling before you on one knee, a surprisingly convincing prop sword in hand with the tip of its blade pointed to the floor as he did. His head lay bowed before you, looking down at the floor beneath him in a bow of respect as you stood before him. You were donned in a beautiful dress that he’d bought for you, dreaming of the day that you could both breathe life into your G&G characters. Now that you had, he couldn’t help but want to have a little fun with it, wanting to show you just how beautifully he imagined their romance blossomed within his recently finished campaign. The dress you were wearing was made exactly to the specifications that you’d told him the day you’d introduced your character to the table. You had no idea he’d taken such detailed note of it all. Everything was hand sewn to your specific measurements, each piece of fabric brought together and masterfully tailored down to the very last minute detail reflected on the sketches you’d made of your character. Prosthetics were molded and seamlessly placed along the shell of your ears to form the long, recognizable point of elven ears that were now decorated with many beautiful earrings that shined in the dance of the candle light currently warming the room. The finishing touch was the flower crown placed atop your well done hair, a symbol of your royalty, your heritage and the long awaited coming of the springtime season. Something that he duly noted was important to your character and where she was from. “My love, how you flatter me so” you responded with warmed cheeks and a delighted smile as he looked up to you now, eyes bright as they gazed upon you like you were a goddess standing before him, and he an unworthy a sinner. “I speak only truth, my dear Princess. Though they never stray from you, I must say you are by far the fairest of any I may lay eyes upon” he said truthfully, making you smile at his lovely compliments. “My world ceases to exist when you are not around. When I am without you, it is as if I am without the very oxygen that fills my lungs” he continued, showing his complete and utter devotion to you. Your soft palm reached to lay against his cheek, keeping his gaze held to you as you blessed him with your radiant smile. Each time you did he swore, in and out of character, that his heart may burst from the pure swell of happiness it gave him to be graced with it. His character had just now finally returned home from a mission given to him by the king, your father. This scene took place before the start to his campaign technically, just a few short months prior but it was how your characters had come to know one another before joining up in the adventure. “Dearest love, how it pains me to be away from you. Even a moment without your company, without your love, is naught but pure torture” you added, watching as he stood now nearly towering before you, making your heart skip within your chest. The look he’d given you held such intensity, such love. It’s how you knew he meant every word that he’d said.

A fantasy brought to life in more ways than one. Though his character may be a knight, he was nothing short of your perfect prince. In the months you’d come to know Chance as more than just your trusted D20, your bond and romance was something you’d never saw coming, but it had been the most wonderful experience. You had no idea your heart could be captured so fast by someone, and had it not been for the dateviators, you’d have never known it. Now you no longer even needed them, that’s what made this night in particular so special. It was a celebration of his realization. “Oh how I’ve missed you, Chance. How an ache has boiled within my very core in the wake of your absence. I spent every night on my knees praying for your safe return, dreaming of you as I lay my head to sleep, then every morning waking to the thoughts of you returning to my arms once more” you admitted as he smiled sweetly down at you, nothing but love resting in the beautiful brown eyes of the knight who stood there before you. “Tis where I belong. Regardless of whether the king will have it, my heart belongs to you and to you only. I only hope one day to take you away from this place, to build a life and a family of our own with you by my side through it all” he replied as he grabbed your hands in his, making your heart swell at his words. He had a way of making you feel as if you were the only woman in the whole world. “How greatly I look forward to such a life with you, my love. Until that day comes however, at least we may take comfort that here my father’s opinions matter not. In this room, within these walls, the world is ours for the taking. This is our sanctuary where I am yours as you are mine” you answered, your hand moving to cup his cheek once more as he moved closer to you. “How incredibly lucky I am to have your heart, my beloved Princess” he said, holding your hand in his as it rests against his cheek still. Your heart raced excitedly as you looked at him, feeling his touch against your skin now that he was realized felt so warm in comparison to before. Sure it was exciting then but this was a whole new feeling, a whole new level of excitement. There was a whole new world of things for you to explore together now, and he didn’t want to experience a moment of any of it without you.

You almost didn’t want to stop. From the feel of his lips moving against yours, to the way his hands tenderly traced along your curves sending gooseflesh to prickle along your sensitive skin. You were certain you were in heaven. He’d felt real before but this? This was entirely different. It was electrifying. You felt his tongue trace along your bottom lip, begging you to allow him to deepen the kiss. You playfully denied him this, making him nibble at your lip before bringing it gently between his teeth, tugging it back with him a short distance before letting go. The look you gave him as he did sent a jolt straight to his aching cock. He could only chuckle as you quickly closed the distance, kissing him with a far different sort of passion behind it. This kiss was more needy, carnal even. A tangle of tongues, a slight clashing of teeth. You’d grown desperate for his any and every touch. Only when the burning ache of oxygen deprivation began to set in your lungs had you both finally pulled away. Both your faces flushed and lips spit slickened as you panted, looking upon one another with nothing short of carnal desire. The hot air around you now unbearable as the tension only grew between you, longing to be absolved. “Chance…” you pleaded breathlessly. “Tell me what it is you desire, Princess. Anything, and it is yours” he replied, waiting for your pleas for him to continue, waiting for you to tell him the words he longed to hear. “You. I need you. Please…Make me yours” you begged making a low, rumbling groan sound from deep within his chest in response. “How I’ve longed to hear those words fall from your sweet lips, my love” he answered, making you smile so happily up at him. “Then let us lose ourselves in each other. Rid me of these cloth constraints and let us become one” you replied watching him bring your hand up, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. “I’d love nothing more” he said, making your face flush once again as he kissed you.

His eyes traveled up and down your now completely bare figure, eyes alight with a loving smile that put your every anxious thought to rest. “You are so beautiful, my love. Why you must make every goddess above absolutely green with envy” he complimented, making you chuckle softly and bashfully as he basked in your glory. “Well don’t leave me the only one here who is bare darling, I wish to see you too” you said in a bemused tone, making him chuckle as he soon began to work himself out of his clothes. He wasn’t as slow with it as he was with you, but you enjoyed the process nonetheless. You smiled with a half bitten lip as you laid on your bed, waiting and watching as he undressed himself with half lidded eyes. You could feel the heat pooling between your legs and that electric feeling beginning to grow in the pit of your stomach. First he rid himself of his outer most armor, then came his chemise leaving his torso now completely bare to you. You gasped softly as your hand trailed downward, journeying between your legs at the sight of him. He wasn’t all hardened muscle, still harboring a slight softness to his middle but with a noticeable outline of the muscles that lay beneath. His arms however were definitely toned, the arms that you fantasized could effortlessly carry you to and from places every now and again, or that could hold you up as he would take you against any surface in your home. His chest was built and broad, how you longed to drag your hands along it leaving red, puffy streaks in their wake from your nails. You could see the faintest peak of a happy trail leading down below the low sitting waistband of his pants, and a rather noticeable imprint of his excitement beneath the tight fitting fabric. He stood with rosy cheeks watching as you touched and teased yourself to the mere sight of him, listening to the blissful moans falling from your lips as his hand moved to rub the growing tent in his pants. “Princess…” he said in naught but a whisper, watching as your fingers danced along your aching clit in a most pleasurable rhythm, spreading your legs open for him to see exactly what you were doing. “You see what you do to me, my love? Do you see the way my body lights on fire the moment your gaze falls on me? And to see you here like this, all for me…” you let out, watching him as he worked off his belt before removing his pants and then his leathers in one fell swoop. You moaned with delight as his cock had been freed from its confines, tapping against his lower belly before standing proudly all for you. All *because* of you. It took everything in you not to drool at the sight. “You do the very same to me” he replied, making you hum delightedly in response as he worked his hand up and down his shaft a few times. “Then come here, take what is yours” you replied in a sultry tone, and he most certainly didn’t need to be told twice.

Your sweet giggles and soft gasps could be heard as he joined you on the bed, climbing over top of you with an excited smile. Your arms looped around his neck as he leaned down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. Though shorter than the last few you’d shared, it held no less desire behind it. His lips traveled from yours to your jaw, littering your neck, shoulder and chest with his soft kisses. You moaned delightedly as he brought his lips to one of your pebbled nipples, his fingers pinching and rolling the other in delicious tandem to allot them both equal treatment and care. Your back arched slightly from the plush duvet, pressing yourself against him and leaning into his touch as he littered your skin with his delicate kisses. Moving further down from your breasts, he trailed his tongue along your stomach, making you whimper with need as he kissed your hips. He looked up at you with a grin and a soft chuckle as he situated himself between your supple thighs, his hands on either side of them while his fingers soothingly rubbed up and down the outsides of them. “So needy for me” he teased, kissing and gently nipping along the innermost parts of your thighs, earning more of those cute whimpers and melodic moans he loved so much. “Chance…” you breathed, fisting the covers beneath you with whitened knuckles from your growing anticipation and excitement. How he loved to tease you. “What is it, my love?” He asked, trailing his hot kisses from one side to the next, purposefully skipping over where you needed him the most, only affording you a passing breath to your throbbing clit. “Please…need you” you whined, fearing you may combust if he didn’t give you what you needed. “Need what darling?” He asked, his lips so close to your soaked heat as he grinned up at you knowing exactly what it is you craved, but he wanted to have a little fun. “This?” He asked coyly before finally bringing his lips to your clit, kissing it with the same passion he’d held earlier. You moaned in both surprise and delighted relief as he did, your hips jerking up slightly with the sudden stimulation. Your eyes fluttered shut, back arching slightly from the mattress once again as your hands tangled in his hair. “Yes! Oh fuck…” you moaned blissfully, your whole body lighting ablaze from pleasure. Your chest heaved with each labored breath, your jaw slack as your voice rang out, caring not for who could hear as his tongue massaged your clit with near perfect precision. “Gods above…oh!” You let out, hearing him moan into you as he lost himself in your taste, his hands kneading your plush thighs. He couldn’t help but steal glances towards you, looking up to the faces of pleasure you’d make, to the way your breasts moved with each breath you took. You looked stunning before but like this? This far exceeded that of even his filthiest fantasies and hottest dreams. He could hardly even believe he was really here, doing this with you. Something he once could have only ever dreamed of was now a beautiful reality.

Your every moan made his cock throb angrily with need, feeling your pulsing bud against his tongue as he worked two fingers inside of you slowly, doing his best to be gentle. “Oh fuck, Chance…” you moaned as his fingers finally sheathed inside of you, curling to rub against your walls in search for that sweet spot deep within. It took him a few minutes to find it, but once he did there was no mistaking it. Your cry of pleasure as he circled your clit with his tongue, paired with the rhythmic strokes of his fingers left you keening. “Right there…just like that, yeesss” you pleaded, making him grin with accomplishment and pride as your voice began to ascend in pitch, telling him he was bringing you closer to your peak. “Feels so good, Chance. Please, don’t stop!” You added, and how could he ever even think of such a torturous thing? Doing exactly as you’d directed him, he kept his pace, and despite the tiring ache beginning to set in his tongue, he continued. It wasn’t long before you were finally falling over the edge. You’d gasped, your back arching much more harshly as your thighs squeezed his head. In a flash your body was both tense and weightless, a surge of electricity flowing down your spine sending gooseflesh to your skin once more. A loud cry of his name left you in both pleasure and warning as your climax washed over you with the strength of a tidal wave. You panted heavily as he worked you through your orgasm, helping you down gently from cloud nine before overstimulation slowly set in. You twitched harshly before realizing you’d still had him in such a tight grip, allowing him the ability to move and breathe. Your whole body was on fire from the pleasure that ebbed through you, looking at him with a weak smile as he climbed back up over top of you. “I could spend forever doing that” he said making you laugh as you looked up at him, hands resting on his chest. “That does sound rather enticing” you replied teasingly, making him laugh as he kissed you. You could taste yourself on his tongue but you paid it no mind. “But I need you, need to feel you” you added. “I think that can be arranged” he replied, earning a giggle from you in return.

The faint sounds of the bed rocking and creaking against its frame could be heard through the room alongside your shared moans in a sinful cacophony. You knew you’d have to answer to Betty after it was all said and done, and likely everyone else who resided in your bedroom, possibly even the whole upstairs at this rate, for the noise alone if they weren’t already enjoying the display. However that could wait for another day, right now all you wanted was to get lost in the man who was above you granting you the most earth shattering pleasure you’d ever experienced. “Chance!” You moaned as your nails dug into the muscles of his back, creating even more puffy red tracks along his skin. He moaned at the feeling of your warm walls wrapped tightly around his cock, paired with the bite of your nails against his back. It felt as if neither of you could get enough of each other. “Y/N…” he let out in a near broken whimper, making you moan. His hand moved to join with yours, your fingers intertwined as he thrust into you. A rosy flush coated his cheeks as he looked upon you, your hair splayed beneath you against the pillows, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. Your face contorted with pleasure was one he’d soon never forget. The way your eyes would roll back or flutter shut when he’d hit that spot you liked, the way your brows furrowed and your jaw would fall slack with each cry of pleasure. What he loved most was that look in your eyes when they would lock with his, the way your pupils had blown so wide yet despite the lust, they still held that same loving care in them you’d shown him since you two met. His free hand grabbed one of your thighs, hiking your leg up so that he could reach deeper within you, making you only cry out even more. He wanted there to be no distance between you, no space for anything other than your bodies and the love you two share to exist. To lose yourself in the throes of pleasure only he could bring you. “Doing so good for me love” he said, making you whimper at his praise. “Feel so good, Chance” you praised in return, earning a blush from him and a moan as he rutted into you a little faster. “All for you, baby. All for you” he replied before leaning down and capturing your lips in another kiss, delighting in your moans into it as your free hand traveled from his hair, to his chest, and moved all about his body.

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