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Hidden Cravings

RE2R Leon x Fem Reader (MDNI!!)

Synopsis: a date night out at the movies lands you both back at your apartment by the end of the night. With the night heading in a more heated direction, you two take the time to try out something Leon’s been thinking about for a while now. ;)

A/N: been a minute and apologies in advanced because you guys…this one is down right FILTHY. 💀 It was an idea that came to me a while back that I’ve been working on here and there and I think I’ve finally got it to a point that I’m good with! 🙏 Got some other things in the works to hopefully finish and post here soon as well now that I’ve got a little extra time on my hands, but as always I hope you enjoy! ☺️

CW: established relationship, reader is AFAB, reader wears a dress, slight age gap, (Leon is 21, reader is 25) takes place in RE2R era but with a slightly more modern day twist, alcohol very briefly mentioned, terms of endearment, no use of y/n, Leon and reader are disgustingly cute together, cursing, kissing, smut, praise, degradation, femdom themes, dom reader/sub Leon, strap/pegging, mentions of other toys, mommy kink, porn w/o plot, possible grammar/spelling errors.

“You look so stunning tonight…gosh, I just can’t get over this dress” Leon complimented as you two stood in line at the movie theater, waiting to get your tickets and concessions. His hands were linked in yours as he looked at you, twirling you in front of him to allow him a chance to see all of you in the stunning, form fitting dress you chose for your date night. You couldn’t help the bubbly giggle that left you as he did. In the year and a half that you and Leon had been together, he always knew how to make you feel appreciated and adored. “Aww, you’re so sweet” you replied with a kind smile, placing a soft kiss to his cheek before the person at the counter called you up to the next available register.

With tickets, popcorn and a large drink cup in tow, you both made your way over to the soda machine to choose what drink to share for the duration of the movie. “I’m gonna add a little extra butter on top of the popcorn really quick, while you pick something for us” he informed you, making you smile as he kissed your cheek this time before heading towards the condiments station. “Don’t get lost without me” you joked in response, making him laugh.

It was as you were getting your drink that a stranger came up beside you, whistling as he took in your figure. “Say, what movie are you catching, babe? I’d love to tag along” he flirted boldly, making you turn to shoot him a very disinterested look. “Not interested bud, I already have a date” you replied matter-of-factly before grabbing a lid for your drink and trying to pretend like he wasn’t there as you saw Leon starting to make his way back over to you. This man wasn’t having that however, because despite your blatant rejection and attempts at ignoring him, he continued to heckle you. “Funny, I don’t see a date standin’ next to you. C’mon, why don’t you just give me a chance?” He asked, making you laugh as you turned around and stepped up to him. “Blind and pushy. Even fuckin’ better…” you replied in a snarky tone. “Well, let’s see; my boyfriend happens to be tall, blonde and very handsome and now that I’m looking at you…wow! Would you look at that? You’re NONE of those things! It’s almost like you’re not my date” You answered, catching the man off guard by your rude reply, making him step back each time you’d step towards him. “No should’ve been a plenty good enough answer the first fuckin’ time I said it, bud. How about you take it next time someone tells it to you and BEAT IT!” You said as you stomped your heel harshly into his foot, making him cry out in pain before shooting you a nasty look, muttering something under his breath and finally walking away shamefully.

You gave a huff in annoyance before finally taking the straw you’d had a death grip on for the past few minutes like a dagger at your side, and stabbed it into the lid of the large drink, as a grimace rested heavily on your face. “Fucking prick…” you muttered to yourself before smoothing your free hand along your dress as you turned to see Leon leaned against a table, seeming to enjoy the show of you telling off the persistent stranger. In any other circumstance, that sly grin stretched to his lips would have likely pissed you off even further but as you turned around and saw him almost admiring you dreamily, you couldn’t help but melt a little. “Tall, blonde and handsome, huh? Boy I sure hope I fit that bill or I guess I’m hopping out of here next…” he said, making the frown on your lips instantly curl up into a small smile, earning a much needed laugh from you as you playfully swatted at his chest. “Well, I was talking about the popcorn originally but hey, I’d say you fit the bill pretty well and you’re pretty cute too. Single?” you quipped flirtatiously, making him laugh as you placed your free hand on his arm. “Happily taken and she’s scary, I’d tread carefully” he answered, making you hum with a soft grin as he leaned in to kiss you. “Think I’ll take my chances” you replied into it, earning another boyish chuckle from him before you both parted to make your way, hand in hand, to the theater room and enjoy your movie.

“Oh man and those awful one-liners? I mean, I thought I was bad but those…those were a whole other level” Leon recounted, making you both laugh as you unlocked the door and entered your apartment. It was a rather common occurrence to have Leon stay over at this point in your relationship, both of you having a few of your things stashed in each other’s places for when you’d stay over. “I definitely wasn’t expecting such steamy scenes for a movie that wasn’t a romance though, that part with them in the kitchen was uhh…pretty heavy” he added with an awkward chuckle, making you giggle as you set down your purse and kicked off your heels with a momentary sigh of relief. “I’d say. You could damn near light up the room with how red you got” you teased him in return, making him flush a rosy pink once more at the mention of his embarrassment. He really was too cute for his own good sometimes. “Hey! It just caught me off guard, was all…” He defended, taking off his shoes and placing them next to yours before finally starting to get comfortable. “Oh you know I’m just teasing you, baby. I think it’s really cute” you added, earning a flustered chuckle from him once more as he plopped down on your couch, waiting for you to join him. “You know, seeing as it’s the weekend and since you’re staying over, we could have our own little steamy makeout scene…” you suggested, making his cheeks burn even hotter as your voice dipped to something a bit more sensuous, while a soft, but playful, grin rested on your lips. “See where the night takes us…if you want?” You asked sweetly, making him look up at you as you stood in front of him, looking beyond stunning in the dress you’d chosen for tonight. “Like anyone would ever say no to an idea like that” he replied, making you giggle as you straddled his lap, earning a momentary look of surprise from him at such a bold move. “Well, lucky for you I don’t want just anyone’s answer to it, honey. I want yours” you mused, gently grabbing and placing his hands at your hips as you looked down at him through half lidded eyes, your own hands coming to rest gently against his chest. “Want to?” You asked once more in a soft, teasing whisper by his ear, watching him shake his head yes ever so eagerly in reply. “Yes, please…” he whispered the last part, making you giggle sweetly as you leaned down, capturing his lips in your own.

A soft whimper escaped him as you’d kissed him, allowing him to taste the sweet lip gloss you still had miraculously clinging to your lips, mingling with the wine you’d both shared in a couple of glasses of at dinner. He loved kissing you. Feeling the way your soft lips melded perfectly against his, the way your tongue would brush against his bottom lip to tangle with his once it would deepen. He really loved the way you would nip and gently tug at his bottom lip when you would pull away, leaving him aching for more and often times chasing after you for another.

He could never get enough of it, of you, really.

He loved having you so close. It didn’t matter how, whether it be in a hug, a kiss, cuddling together or simply just holding hands with you, he always wanted to feel you in some capacity. It was like a reminder to him that you were real, that he was the man lucky enough to have you. To love you. You found it really cute and were always happy to oblige in his need, especially when it would make a soft blush heat up his cheeks with desire. You felt as his fingers instinctively dug into the fat of your hips through the material of your dress, gripping you just a little tighter. In doing so it made your hips brush against his, making the both of you let out a soft pant and left you very aware of the tent that was beginning to take form in his pants.

You couldn’t help the hum of intrigue that left you as you’d felt his length throb against you, leaving you to break the kiss for a moment to look down where your bodies touched. Sure enough, he was sitting hard against you, your grin paired with your curious gaze making him squirm beneath you slightly in embarrassment. “S-Sorry! It’s just…you look really good in this dress and f-feel so good against me like this” he apologized, another bright blush blooming across his cheeks in fluster as you looked back at him with a much softer smile and a giggle. In the year and a half that you two had been together, you two have shared in many different experiences both in and out of the bedroom, yet Leon would often times apologize when his excitement would show as if he was experiencing his first time all over again. “It’s okay honey, you know you don’t have to apologize. I’m glad you like it, I got it for you after all” you replied kindly, kissing his cheek before your lips began to migrate further down towards his jaw. “Really? You got it for me?” He asked curiously, like the idea was such a shock to him. “Mhmm, thought you might like it. Makes me even happier to know someone else really likes it too” you answered with such a sweet voice and delicate kisses despite your less than innocent intentions, making him give a breathy half chuckle. “I love it, it looks so good on you” he complimented almost breathlessly as your lips trailed down along the column of his throat. The action earned a soft, cute moan from him as your lips brushed against a rather sensitive spot. “Fuck…” he breathed, his hands now splayed along your back to keep you pressed close to him, his wordless way of asking you to keep doing what you were doing. “So cute, you’re always so sensitive for me baby” you mused, rocking your hips slowly and methodically against his, making him whimper by your ear as you sucked a few light hickies against his skin. The feel of your teeth gently grazing along the vein that sat there, your tongue laving over the mark you’d left making him squeeze you a little harder. “C’mon, that’s not fair…you know my neck is- hah! sensitive. Fuck…you’re doing this on purpose” he pouted, making you giggle against him, a shiver running down his spine at the feel of your breath ghosting along his neck. “Maybe. I can stop if you really want me to” you teased, though you had a very strong feeling you knew what his answer would be. “N-No! Please, don’t stop…feels nice” he replied, making you hum with delight at his plea of submission. “Anything for you, handsome” you answered genuinely, a moan leaving him at your sweet praise and the sensation of your lips finding a spot just below his ear.

A little time had passed as you both sat on your couch, your legs still straddling his as he kissed you, the both of you enjoying being caught up in the intimacy of your slow, lazy movements together. Neither of you were in any particular hurry to rush into anything, just simply indulging in one another. It wasn’t often that you two could take things slow, really work one another up and enjoy the feelings that you give each other. You were prepared to stay up all night if it’s what the night held in store for you both. Yet as your lips danced against his, an excited thought crossed your mind. “Hey honey, can I…ask you something?” You asked, parting your lips from his for just a moment as he looked at you, panting softly as he worked to catch his breath. “You just did” he mused, making you laugh at his snarky reply. “Okay, smart guy” you replied, playfully pinching his thigh in response. “I saw something in the store I was in the other day and kind of…wanted to give it a try” you explained, making him marvel at the fact that a soft flush had come across your features. You were always the more dominant one in the relationship both in and outside of the bedroom, often times the one calling the shots, so to speak. Not that he ever minded it, he liked the dynamic you both had but to see you a bit flustered by something for a change, was certainly a delightful surprise. “If you’d be okay with it? If not, it’s okay! You know I’ll never push you to do anything you wouldn’t want to do” you said, hand cradling his cheek lovingly as you spoke, watching him chuckle. “I know” he affirmed, making you smile sweetly at him. “Good” you replied, stealing a quick kiss from him.

“What was it you had in mind?” He asked, looking up at you like an eager puppy, eyes shining bright with anticipation and excitement. “Well…remember when we talked the other night about things we want to try out in the bedroom that we haven’t yet?” You asked, making him shake his head and his cock throb between his legs with excitement just remembering how hot that conversation was. And how good the sex was after it. “Well, I may have gone to the store while I was out the other day and picked up a few of the things that we talked about trying. Some are things I wanted to try but a few are things that you said you wanted to try and I thought…” you started, walking your fingers along his chest teasingly before kissing him. “Since you treated me so nicely tonight…maybe we try out that thing you’ve been wanting me to do?” You asked between soft but electric kisses, your tone dipping lower as you spoke before hearing him moan into the kiss as he gripped you tightly again. “Holy shit, you really bought it?” He asked breathlessly, excitement evident in his words as you hummed in response. “Mhmm…wanna give it a try?” you asked and he swore he could cum in his pants at just the thought alone of carrying out such a naughty fantasy with you.

“Oh fuck yes…”

-

It all started when you’d had a rather crappy day at work a few nights ago. Leon had the day off for a change and you were unfortunately stuck working which had already put you in a rather sour mood. Top it off with the idiots from work and him constantly teasing you with pictures throughout the day, you were pretty pent up by the time your shift had come to an end. As you’d finally come home and tried your hardest to allow the stress to roll from your shoulders, you were greeted to a rather interesting surprise. As you step foot through the front door, you’d heard the soft whimpering and moans of your boyfriend coming from your bedroom, leaving you to drop your things by the door and quickly head towards your room. When you’d opened the slightly cracked door, you were greeted to a rather hot, but definitely naughty, sight. Leon was laid out shamelessly on your bed, naked, head back, legs spread and his back resting against the headboard as he frantically fisted his cock. In his other hand? Sat his phone with a rather loud pornographic video playing, leading you to understand why he didn’t seem to even flinch at the sounds of you coming home or entering the room. He was none the wiser to your presence. So lost in his own pleasure, desperately chasing his high that it was as if the world around him didn’t exist. It was quite the sight, that much you wouldn’t deny.

A shame that he was breaking a rule.

You stood in the doorway, your body leaned against the frame with an eyebrow raised at the audacity he had to not only touch himself after being bad all day and after telling him you’d be home soon, but to do so to porn of all things. As if he didn’t have a plethora of videos to indulge in that you’ve taken from each other’s phones. As if he didn’t have an ample supply of pictures stocked in his gallery specifically for times where you weren’t around. Yet you kept your cool. “My, looks like someone’s having a lot of fun, aren’t they?” you said, making him startle to a stop and a cute gasp escape him as he’d been caught in the act. Though the blush that soon covered his handsome face told you that maybe he liked that you caught him a little more than he’d care to lead on to. “Quite the little defiant streak you’ve got going on today, love” you added, making him swallow harshly with guilt written on his features. “First, you tease me with pictures and dirty messages all day while I’m away, then I come home to you touching yourself like a desperate whore in heat. Needed to get off that badly that you couldn’t wait like I’d asked you to?” You asked in a far more degrading tone now, making his dick pulse angrily in his hand at your words and the thrill of the situation beginning to build between you. “‘m sorry…was just doing it to stay hard for you when you got home! Promise!” he answered meekly, making you hum as you trailed closer to the bed, spiking his heart rate even further with anticipation and excitement of what you’d do to him in punishment for being greedy. He was absolutely doing it all on purpose, you could tell by that mischievous little twinkle in his pretty blue eyes. “Looks like someone got a little carried away to me” You replied, taking in the way his face, ears and chest were flushed red knowing he’d been caught, how his pretty lips were swollen from biting them and now parted slightly as he panted to catch his breath. “You wouldn’t last two seconds if I touched you right now, would you?” You asked, hand trailing up along his thigh, hovering dangerously close to where he needed you the most. “I can tell by the way you’re twitching. You’d explode all over my hand from a few pathetic pumps” you assessed, making him whine at your mean words because they were right. He was so close. “Didn’t mean to let it get that far…I swear!” He defended, making you chuckle as you climbed up onto the bed, ever so curious of the video playing from his phone.

“And what is this that you’re watching, hmm?” You asked making him flush even darker, if it was possible at this rate, as you turned his wrist towards you so you could see it. You had to admit, of all the things he’d done today to catch you off your guard, you were shocked most to see what was currently on his screen. As you inspected it closer, it made a heat pool in your lower stomach to learn such a naughty side to your sweet boyfriend that you haven’t seen from him before. “Pathetic sub bf gets absolutely RAILED by dommy mommy gf” read the title of the video, making a grin pull at the corners of your mouth, making his face heat up even more. You couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped you as you noticed the couple in the video looked very similar to you both. The man beneath her had on a ball gag and a cock ring as she fucked him rather harshly with a strap-on. “My…well aren’t you just full of surprises today, honey” you said, turning off his phone and setting it to the side as you straddled his lap. “S-She looked a lot like you…that’s why I chose it, made me kind of excited at the thought of you doing that to me” he admitted, trying to defend himself once again, only making you giggle. “You’re so cute. You’re still in lots of trouble for being greedy and touching yourself when I told you not to, but if that’s something you want to try out at some point, I’d be happy to indulge you when you’ve been a good boy again” you said, pulling him into a kiss, hearing him moan into it as you did. “Yes, oh fuck…please” he begged.

So on a mission you went.

-

That’s how you both ended up here, with Leon sitting completely naked on your bed as you stood at the foot of it, his baby blues curiously watching you make all the adjustments needed to get the strap-on properly secured to your hips. “Wow, you look so hot like that…” he complimented breathlessly, excited eyes trailing all over your figure and his dick throbbing angrily between his legs as pre-cum wept from the tip in anticipation. “Yeah? Like what you see, baby?” You asked before climbing up onto the bed and towards him, watching him shake his head yes eagerly in response as he watched you move your hand languidly up and down along the silicone toy, coating it generously with lube. It reminded him of the few times he’d been extra bad and you would deny him sex. That all he would be allowed to have was your hand and you would be in control of the pace the whole time and when he would be allowed to cum. He loved that with you, he could just let go of everything. He didn’t have to think, didn’t have to worry about anything, didn’t have to be in control if he didn’t want to. He trusted you. You were his perfect escape when he needed it, just like he was yours when you needed it.

“Gonna start things out slow, okay?” You asked, checking in with him to make sure he was doing okay and still sure that he wanted to go through with it. “Okay, I trust you” he replied before watching you bring your lube coated fingers to his tight hole. A soft moan escaped him as you worked him open on your fingers, being sure to take your time to make him as comfortable as possible. “How’s that feel, honey?” You asked, wanting to ensure you don’t overwhelm him or hurt him in any way. “Good. A little weird but good” he answered honestly before a moan left him as you hooked your finger inside, rubbing against his walls. “Oh fuucckk…” he let out, making you giggle as you watched him squirm with pleasure beneath you. “Feel good baby?” You asked, as if you even needed to with the way his dick jumped when your fingers found that sensitive spot within. “Fuck, right there…whatever that is, please, more” he moaned, already losing himself a little in the pleasure you were bringing him from just two fingers alone. “C-Can you go a little deeper? Please?” He asked, making you chuckle as he squirmed in an attempt to get your fingers deeper inside. “Actually, I can give you something better” you said, kissing him softly before gently removing your fingers and grabbing his leg with one hand as you gripped the strap on with your other. A shudder came over him at the feel of the cool silicone tip nudging him, a stark contrast from the warmth of your hands but not an unwelcome feeling either.

He hissed at the stretch as you slid the toy inside slowly, moving in small increments at a time to allow him to adjust or the chance to back out if he didn’t want it anymore. “You’re doing so good for me, baby. Look at you, taking it so good” you praised, earning a whimper from him. “Oh fuucckk me…” he sighed as you continued, working yourself now halfway inside. “You doing okay?” You asked, watching him shake his head yes. “No baby, you know the rule. Trying something new means I need verbal answers, okay? Need to hear you. Wanna make sure I’m not hurting you” you responded. “I’m good, feels good” he assured, making you smile as you leaned down and kissed him sweetly. “Halfway there, okay? You’re doing so good baby. Think you can you take the rest for me?” You asked tenderly into it, hearing him moan and watching him throb from your praises. “Yes, please…” he begged, making you hum happily. “Good boy” you praised again as he chased your lips for another kiss, earning another hot moan from him as you gradually pushed the rest of the toy inside, now sitting all the way at the base. You moaned into it as the end of the toy rubbed against your aching clit, adding to the burning pool of desire that had been festering in your core. Your kiss was a sloppy, open mouthed, tangled mess of teeth and tongue, lips covered in spit as you gave him the time to adjust to the stretch the toy was providing. “Oh look at you, stretched all nice on my cock like this baby” you said, making him moan at the filthy words leaving you. “Feel so full” he remarked, making you giggle. “Yeah? You like being filled full with my cock? It’s like you were made for it” You replied, making him whimper out a pathetic yes in response. “You tell me when you want me to move, okay?” You added, anchoring him to the present to check on him once more. “Please, please fuck me, mommy…” he begged you ever so nicely.

How could you say no when he asked so pretty like that?

The moan that left him as you tested a shallow thrust into him was down right debaucherous, watching his eyes roll back for a moment as the sound he’d made sent a jolt of pleasure searing down your spine. It was lascivious, lewd, down right pornographic and you loved it. “Feel good, baby?” You asked, as if you even needed to, making him moan as he shook his head yes. “More, please…fuck, it feels so good” he replied, allowing you to begin to set a slow but steady pace that left him opening his legs a little wider for you to sit between, granting you access to reach deeper. He looked so desperate beneath you like this, his brows knitted together, mouth agape and his chest rising and falling dramatically with each staggering breath. It was making you wish you’d explored this idea a whole lot sooner. “Look at you baby, you look so good like this. Such a good boy for mommy” you complimented, making him whine. He loved when you would praise him and compliment him, seeing his cock visibly throb with excitement over and over each time you would.

It wasn’t very long at all before the sound of your hips slapping against the backs of his thighs, coupled with your shared sounds of pleasure and the mattress beneath you detesting your movements, filled the calm, otherwise quiet space of your bedroom. “Fuck, Leon…feel so good wrapped around me baby” you moaned as the toy rubbed against your clit, working that coil that began to take form in the pit of your stomach. He looked so hot like this beneath you, begging you for more as you held his legs open and against you for as much access as you could get for those deeper movements. He attempted to cover his eyes with his arm out of embarrassment as he felt himself already nearing an orgasm before trying to bury his burning face into one of the many pillows on the bed. The excitement leading up to it, coupled with your words of praise and the sight of you fucking him like this, had him feeling like he was ready to burst at any moment. “Jesus…you’re really good at this babe- hah..! shit, right there! Right there, please” he begged as your movements changed to angle deeper and your force behind them a little more rough, leaving him gripping the pillow and sheets beneath him desperately. “Ah-ah, look at me. No hiding from me baby, wanna see that handsome face while I ruin you” you ordered, making him turn back to look at you and in that moment he knew he’d be done for.

Watching in awe as your gorgeous tits bounced with each calculated roll of your hips before flitting down to the place where your bodies were connected. He watched, partially slack jawed, as the toy disappeared inside of him with ease before reappearing. You always looked so good when you were fucking him but to see you like this? Your brows were cinched in pleasure, cheeks flushed from effort as a soft but determined look rested in your eyes, determination to make him feel good. It made him wonder for a moment what he did to deserve you. “‘m sorry mommy, I’m so close already…you feel so- fuck so good inside of me” he warned through debaucherous moans, making you giggle as you leaned down over him to kiss him sweetly. “It’s okay, you’ve been so good for me, want you to cum for me. I’ve got you” you assured into it as he clung to you, pulling you down and against him, getting you as close as he could possibly have you. The change in angle made your thrusts into him a little deeper, making him moan louder as you’d nudged that spot inside that drove him wild.

“Oh shit!! Fuck, you’re in so deep…” He let out, watching as you placed both of his legs over your hips, effectively wrapping them around you. One of your hands sat gripping onto his hip, nails digging crescents into his skin as you held onto him for leverage to keep your hips at that angle he enjoyed so much. Your newly freed hand soon slid down between your sweat slickened bodies to his dick that had been sitting neglected and throbbing angrily against his stomach. The feeling of your hand wrapped around him, pumping in time with your thrusts were just far too much for him to handle at once, sending him over the edge quicker than he had anticipated. “Fuck- mommy, it feels too good…‘m cumming! ‘m cumming! Mommy, please!” he moaned, his head thrown back against the pillows and back arching from the mattress with a loud cry in pleasure as his orgasm washed over him with an almost overwhelming intensity. Each throb of his weeping cock sent his hips thrusting up into your hand, broken moans and whimpers spilling from his lips. “Fuck, look at you, making such a mess for me” you spoke, both of you seeming to watch in awe as his release coated your hand and soon his stomach in thick, long spurts. You sat still within him, continuing to glide your hand up and down along his shaft slowly, helping him ride out his high as you milked him of everything he could give you without driving him too quickly into oversensitivity. “Oh fuck…oh fuck…” he sighed breathlessly in between moans and whimpers, floating on cloud nine from the pleasure you’d granted him.

You watched as his hips stopped jerking up into your hand, taking that as your sign to cease your movements all together as he fought to catch his breath. When his eyes finally returned to yours, he was met with a soft, loving smile. “Hey handsome, welcome back” you teased playfully, peppering a few sweet kisses along his chest. “How was Heaven? They treat you nice while you were up there paying a visit?” You quipped, making him laugh. “Fuck…yeah. Damn, I don’t remember the last time I’ve cum that hard” he admitted, earning another bubbly giggle from you. “Was so hot. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cum that much before babe, covered my whole hand” you commented, immediately turning his already rosy cheeks now a bright, crimson red. “It felt really good” he admitted sheepishly, looking away out of fluster and earning a sweet giggle from you. “Yeah? ‘s okay baby, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I know I had fun” you said happily, kissing him with much more softness and gentility this time before sitting up. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” You said kindly, warning him before slowly removing the strap from him as to not hurt him or overstimulate him too much. You undid the harnesses of the strap from yourself while in the bathroom, placing it off to the side to be thoroughly cleaned and sanitized for the next time you decide to use it before returning to him with a wet wash cloth. “Did so good for me honey, thank you for trusting me to do that” you said, earning a sweet, blissed out hum from him as you cleaned him up. “But what about you?” He asked as you tossed the used rag in the dirty hamper before climbing up onto the bed next to him with a giggle, his hand resting on your hip as he pulled you close to him. “Trust me, when you see the rest of the stuff sitting in the closet that I got from that store, you’ll understand why I wanted to treat you first” you said with a mischievous grin, placing a hand soothingly along his cheek as you kissed him, making him give a sound of intrigue into it as he returned your sweet kiss.

“Well, now I really wanna know what’s in there…”

[bisexualiteaa]

Spring Cleaning 👕👔

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! ❤️

Retirement was still something Leon was trying to navigate and learn to get used to. After all the years of being on the go, constantly on call, always needed somewhere, it was beginning to grow a little difficult for him to wake up knowing that was no longer the case. He loved the break, of course! Finally being able to book that honeymoon you both wanted and enjoy a real vacation with you, uninterrupted was an absolute dream come true. But once you’d both returned home, filling the house with furniture and decoration to make it feel less like a house and more like a home, it finally settled in that his life had changed. Once he’d run out of renovations and things to put together to keep him busy, he started to feel like he didn’t know what to do with himself. That was until you proposed the one thing he’d been purposefully putting off for a long time.

”I can help you sort through all those boxes in the closet!” you’d kindly offered, knowing they’d stacked up over the years and become something of a stressor on him anytime he’d walk in the closet to find something nice to wear for a special occasion and see it all stacked up. Being that was really the only thing left in the house that needed tackled, he knew it needed to be done. He was just dreading it. So many files, so many pictures, so many memories of things he’d attempted to lock away for good. Out of sight, out of mind, right? Except it wasn’t. It never fully would be, but as much as he dreaded the thought of it, he needed to go through it all. He could move the files up into the attic, toss out the clothes and finally free up the space you so rightfully deserved to share in with him.

So reluctantly, he agreed. After all, his past haunted him enough, the last thing he wanted was to allow it to physically create a barrier between the two of you.

So it began, after breakfast and a couple of shared cups of coffee, the door was opened to allow you to begin to tackle the stack of boxes that had accumulated since 1998. You knew how difficult this could be for him, stumbling across reminders of everything he’d gone through, having to house those said memories in his own home where he was supposed to feel safe. You knew it was something he’d been needing to do for far too long now but never had the time, or frankly the mental fortitude, to do so on his own. You were happy to help him however you could, honored that he trusted you enough to sort through it all with him, to see such a vulnerable side to your husband that even you rarely ever get to see. You took it slow of course, especially when pictures would be the first thing to greet you both the moment a lid was lifted from a box. You never pushed to hear stories or asked for any details, you respected his boundary that work stayed at work and that the past stayed in the past. Though it didn’t stop you from gushing every now and again when you’d stumble across any pictures of him, but he couldn’t hold it against you. Not when your eyes would light up all excitedly and you’d smile from ear to ear like you’d come across a lost treasure.

You even managed to sucker him into letting you keep a few for yourself.

You’d both made a pretty good dent in the boxes that housed nothing but files, helping him in getting them put away up into the attic where they could finally be out of sight and truly out of mind. Now all that was left were some of his older clothes to go through and you could already see some of the weight seeming to leave his shoulders now that the file boxes were all gone through and sealed away. You were delicate when it came to the first box, each were labeled with the year in which they housed objects from so when you were greeted to a box labeled “1998” you knew to tread with caution. “Would you like me to take this one up to the attic?” You asked him considerately, not opening it incase he wanted to leave it closed. “I can take it” he said, grabbing the box from you before your hand came to rest against his bicep. “We’ll take it. Together” you said before offering him a kind, reassuring smile that let him know he, literally and metaphorically, didn’t have to carry it alone. You’d planted a soft kiss to his stubbled cheek before taking it up to the attic then resuming the task of going through the rest of the boxes.

“Have you always had such good taste in fashion?” You asked curiously, making him chuckle. “Debatable” he answered, eliciting a soft giggle from you as you went through some of his clothes. “Hell, I don’t even know if half of this stuff even fits anymore…” he said, looking at some of his older shirts that were folded neatly into piles along the floor. He watched you pick up and unfold one of his many black compression shirts from a box, holding it up to try and picture what it would look like on him and if it would still fit. “I think so! Could always try it on and find out” you offered, making him grin softly to himself. The idea should’ve made his stomach churn, should’ve made him say no instantly because of all the memories attached to them. Yet as you sat there, legs crossed on the closet floor, his hat from Operation Javier back in 2002 adorning your head while sorting through and admiring his clothing, he couldn’t help but feel a little warmth bloom in his chest. You looked like how he imagined most grown children probably look when sorting through their parents old clothes they no longer wear, finding their favorites to take for themselves to keep the memories and fashions of the past alive. But it was even cuter with you doing it. Something about seeing his sweet wife adorn a hat that went with him through the jungle and villages of South America back in 2002, blissfully unaware of the horrors and bloodshed it went through along with him as it sat atop your pretty head. It looked much better on you than he felt it ever did on him and certainly a lot better than just sitting in a box.

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.

And you thought those quarter zips he wore were tight…

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.

So who was he to tell you no?

“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.

“I think you know exactly what I have in mind…”

[bisexualiteaa]

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!

RE2R: 21

Catching him when you wake up.

- It was completely on accident when you’d caught him, having conveniently rolled over to face him in an attempt to fall back to sleep in a more comfortable position.

- The sun was just barely peaking through the blinds, spilling light onto your sleepy frame peeking from beneath the covers.

- He woke up that morning from a rather hot dream, one that was still lingering in his mind and causing his already particularly persistent morning wood to become even worse than usual.

- Then he looked over to see you, his goddess of a girlfriend lying beneath the sheets in nothing more than your underwear and a thin sleep top. His eyes immediately trailed along your curves, taking in the way your plush ass cheeks peaked through the material of your underwear.

- He wanted so badly to touch you, to feel your soft, warm skin in his hands but he didn’t want to be rude and wake you from your sleep. You looked too peaceful, how could he disturb you?

- With the throbbing ache between his legs growing ever more persistent, he did his best to work his boxers down his hips without disturbing you, sighing softly once the cooler air hit his heated skin.

- He should’ve known better the moment he took his dick in his hand. Known that he was prone to making noise, prone to getting carried away, yet he was in his own world. He was lost in his own little bubble as he fisted his cock to the thought of you as you lay next to him in bed. Thinking of all the things from that naughty dream he’d woken up from.

- He let his eyes flutter shut for a moment, resting his head back against the headboard of the bed as he bit his lip, trying so hard to hold back his whimpers and moans of pleasure. At this point he was so desperate he was bucking his hips up into his hand, fantasizing that it was you he was thrusting up into.

- He figured he must’ve been doing a pretty good job keeping his voice down since you hadn’t woken up yet. A sigh leaving him much louder than he intended to as he felt himself getting closer to his release.

- Then you rolled over, making him immediately stop in his tracks, throbbing cock in hand, heart rate slamming in his ears as he looked over at you to find you looking up at him. A soft smile drew across your face as your eyes met his before it morphed to one of confusion and concern, taking notice of how red his cheeks were. “Are you okay, honey? You look flushed. Are you not feeling well?” You asked, sitting up a little and reaching to place your hand on his forehead.

- That’s when you noticed what was wrong, making a soft chuckle draw from your lips. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt” you apologized, a soft flush dusting your cheeks at the sight of him.

“how about I help you with that?”

RE4: 27

Catching him during a call while on a mission.

- A rare moment of reprieve in the midst of his mission had never felt sweeter than in this very moment.

- It was extremely rare for Leon to call you while away, often only doing so when he was on his way home. so when you saw your phone light up with his caller ID you couldn’t help as both excitement and worry filled you.

- “Baby? Is that you?” You answered almost immediately, hearing him on the other side of the phone with his breath heavy into the mic. He sounded like he’d just finished running a marathon. Little did you know he was up to something far more naughty.

- “Hah…shit- yeah baby, it’s me” he answered, making you breathe a sigh of relief. “Are you okay? You sound out of breath, are you hurt?” you asked in a worried tone, fearing he may be injured with the way he was groaning and panting so intensely.

- “Don’t worry baby, just wanted to hear from you. Fuck…miss you so much” he managed to get out in reply. Then it clicked. You couldn’t help the sly grin that stretched to your lips as you caught onto what was happening. “Did you call me just to listen to my voice?” You asked teasingly, hearing the faint sounds of the wet schlick of his hand pumping up and down his shaft in the background, seeming desperate for release. “Damn…busted” he replied shamelessly with a breathy chuckle.

- “What’dya say? Got a second to help a man in need?” He asked, making you giggle. “For you, baby? Anything. Check your texts” you replied, biting your lip with excitement and anticipation as you waited for his response to the lewd pictures and videos you sent. A deep groan left him at the sight of you in a rather lewd position, posing in a new set you’d bought just the day prior. “Was saving it as a surprise for when you got home but…guess I can make an exception” you said, working your bottom lip between your teeth. “Dirty girl, fuck…guess I should’ve called you sooner” he said, making you giggle again as you helped him get closer and closer to his release. “So fuckin’ pretty…”

“oh if you think that one’s good, trust me, you’ll love this one”

RE6: 36

Catching him when he’d come home early from a mission.

- it wasn’t often that Leon would return home an you not be there when he walks through the door. Almost always managing to get home at some stupidly late hour, you’d either be waiting up for him or asleep in bed when he’d come back home.

- So when he wasn’t greeted to your car in the driveway or you practically jumping into his arms when he’d come back home, he figured you must’ve been at work still. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he sent you a quick text.

- Somehow managed to sneak away early for a change, just wanted to let you know I’m home. ❤️

- Almost immediately his phone buzzed, your response to the good news quick, making him chuckle as he read it.

- Of course such a blessing would happen and I’d still be stuck here…😩 Going to see if I can con them into letting me go home early. Glad you made it home safe! I’ll let you know when I’m on my way ❤️

- In the meantime he’d put away his gear, kicked off his shoes and head straight for the shower to kill time and in the hopes of washing all the stresses of his mission away.

- As he stepped into the shower he couldn’t help but think of you, of the rather steamy sex you’d had that morning before he had to leave. Your hands along each other’s bodies at first with intentions of just washing up. However it didn’t end that way.

- He groaned to himself as he recalled your hand sliding down the shower door, smearing the condensation that had settled there from the heat of the water and your bodies conjoined as one. The smell of your shampoo and body wash filling his senses as he felt himself begin to harden with arousal, the memory of your not so innocent shower replaying in his mind on repeat.

- It was as he was in the shower that his phone had lit up with a text from you.

- They let me go home early! On my way home now, see you soon! ❤️

- He was none the wiser however, far more focused on remedying that throbbing feeling resting between his legs as he toweled himself off before bringing himself to bed. How nice it felt to finally take a moment to rest, to allow himself relief.

- There he sat on his side of your shared bed, thrusting up into his hand that felt nowhere near as good as you did, but would have to do for now. Picturing you riding him, your breasts bouncing deliciously with each movement, the slap of your ass meeting his thighs each time you’d sink down on his length. How your brows would furrow in pleasure, your jaw slack with each melodious moan. He could never get enough of you.

- “Feel so good baby…” he said to himself as if you were really there with him, the room growing warmer with each passing minute as the wet sound of his hand gliding up and down along his length filled his ears. “Missed you so much..” he continued, head tilted back to rest against the wall as he continued to work himself.

- He was too swept up in thought to have heard your keys in the front door, blood pumping too loudly to have heard your footsteps trailing towards the bedroom door he’d left ajar, missing the look on your face as you’d walked in to find him in such a state. Naked, chest heaving with each labored breath, arm working over time to bring himself to the brink. His eyes squeezed shut but mouth slightly agape as moans tumbled from him. None the wiser that you were home, currently watching him please himself.

- “Well this is quite the welcome home…now I know how you feel when you come home and catch me” you teased with a sly grin, making him open his eyes and a chuckle. He should’ve been embarrassed, ashamed even, but he wasn’t. Not when that lustful but adoring look in your eyes told him he had no reason to be.

“why don’t you come join me then?”

Vendetta: 37

Catching him while he’s drunk.

- It was sort of a routine Leon had at this point when he wasn’t on missions. Get off from work, join Chris at the bar for a few drinks, then head home to his fiancé.

- It was while he was at the bar that you decided to play dirty.

- You’d been out shopping for most of the day, spending the day with Claire trying to pick out the perfect dress and accessories for the wedding you two would be having in secret. Along the way, you’d taken pictures of each option as you’d found one, sending a few of them to Leon.

- It was as you were trying on different bras to go beneath your dress that you decided to play a little dirty. Sending him pictures of you topless in a series of different bras before ultimately sending one of you without any bra on whatsoever.

- He was laughing at something him and Chris had been talking about when he felt his phone vibrate, taking a sip of his drink before looking at your messages. “Boy, she’s blowing up your phone big time. She’s not pissed you’re here, is she?” Chris asked, making Leon give a half chuckle at his concern. “No, trust me, if I was in the dog house I’d be ordering doubles” he quipped, making Chris laugh. “She’s been out all day looking for the right dress for the ceremony” he replied, leaving Chris a little more at ease.

- “God, she’s so fuckin’ gorgeous in every single one, I don’t know how she does it…she could walk down the aisle in a trash bag and I swear she’d still stun the room silent” he gushed as he picked up his phone and swiped through the pictures of you in different dresses, the alcohol in his system making him a little more open with his feelings than usual, making Chris smile. “I’m just glad to see you happy, you deserve it” he said, genuinely happy to see the man in a better place mentally now that you were in his life.

- It was as Leon was taking another swig of his drink, swiping through all the pictures you’d sent him that he finally came across your more risqué ones before ultimately setting his eyes on the last one you’d sent. Accompanying it, was a rather forward text from you.

- See you when you get home, handsome. Don’t keep me waiting too long. 😘

- He’d coughed as he came across it, choking on his drink as a look of surprise and fluster came over him at what picture lit up his screen and your message that was attached along with it. “Shit, you okay?” Chris asked, looking at him with concern as he watched Leon place his phone down rather hastily. “Yeah, yep. All good here! Think I’m just gonna close out my tab for the night…” he said as he reached for his wallet, hastily pulling out money to pay for his drinks before pulling on his jacket.

- “Everything okay?” Chris asked, pulling out his wallet to do the same. “Yeah! Just uhh…just gotta get home to the missus. It’s urgent” he said, feeling his phone vibrate one more time before picking it up and seeing an even riskier photo of you sent his way, posed all pretty on the bed with nothing on. “Really urgent” he added before bidding Chris farewell for the night and heading home.

- By the time he’d made it home he could tell that you were in the shower, leaving him to hastily kick off his shoes at the front door and tossing his jacket to the side haphazardly before entering your shared room. A few shopping bags sat at the foot of the bed, among them a ever familiar pink one with VS printed on the front catching his eye, only serving to make that ache between his legs throb even more harshly with need.

- Between the alcohol and your pictures he was definitely feeling a lot hotter than usual. He was quick to work at removing his belt and pushing his pants down and off from him, finding his clothes far too constricting and rubbing against his skin in all the wrong ways at the moment. It wasn’t much longer before his boxers joined them on the floor, bringing himself into bed where he pulled out his phone to look through your pictures one more time.

- “Fuck baby, you really know how to drive a man crazy…” he said breathlessly as he looked at you, seeing that sly, mischievous grin painted on your lips as you’d bent forward to give him a nice shot of your cleavage. He groaned at the sight, squeezing and pumping himself up and down at the thought of cumming all over your tits. How you’d be on your knees, looking up at him, mouth open and tongue out to catch whatever may stray from your chest. How you’d fondle them in your hands to turn him on even more.

- You had a special way of making him feel young, the things you would say or do leaving him to feel like he had the drive of a teenager all over again. Sometimes a simple kiss from you was enough to stoke the flames, but when you would do things like this? It’d drive him wild. You drove him wild. “So damn pretty..” he’d mumble to himself, moaning as he swiped through the pictures and landed on the one where you had on no bra. Reminding him of the time you slid his dick between your tits and worked him between them. How soft they felt wrapped around him and how quick he was to paint your whole chest white as he came.

- He was so caught up in the moment that he didn’t hear the shower turn off. Blissfully unaware of his fiancé currently standing in the doorway of the bathroom that connected to the bedroom, getting an eyeful of him pleasuring himself.

“I see you really liked the pictures I sent”

RE9: 49

Catching him in his office when you surprise him with lunch.

- It had been a long and stressful day, one of those mornings where every little thing seemed to pile up one after the other. No amount of coffee in the world seemed to relieve the headache beginning to ebb behind his eyes.

- He sighed as he looked down at his desk, covered in papers he needed to sign, reports he needed to fill out and a desktop filled with emails that he needed to file through.

- He’d rather be anywhere else, doing anything other than this menial shit at the moment and with the day he’s had? He was certain all any of it would do is make him even grumpier. As he dared to look at the clock, he grunted with disapproval to see that even his lunch break was two hours away, leaving him to feel as if the day was going to drag on forever.

- He spent the next hour or so doing paperwork, trying to get as much done as he possibly could before lunch in the hopes that maybe, *just maybe* he could go home a little early and spend a little more time with his wife.

- He was finally cured, feeling better than he had in years and yet found himself here, stuck at a desk when he should be home with his wife, enjoying his new lease on life and all the new found energy that’s come along with it. Spoiling you and making up for all the times his body had been too tired from the virus to do the things you’d been wanting.

- Maybe it was the stress and frustrations of the day, maybe it was his mind wandering to the thought of you a little extra today, or maybe it was a heathy mix of both that led him to this situation he’d currently found himself in. Leaned back in his chair, belt undone, pants unzipped and halfway down his thighs as he’d rubbed himself teasingly through the fabric of his boxers.

- Thank god he had his own office all to himself, one with a door that locks and with blinds that were always shut. He learned to be sure of that after the last time you came and visited him, bringing him lunch for his lunch break then surprising him as you knelt beneath his desk and sucked him off. Or the time before that when you came to see him while he was stuck at the office late, not a soul was left in the building but you two as he bent you over his desk and took out the frustrations of his long day on you. Thank goodness no one was around, neither of you had taken any particular precaution in being quiet that night.

- He leaned his head back shutting his eyes briefly as he teased himself, figuring that if he was going to stoop to this point, he may as well drag it out and enjoy it. Maybe he’d drag it out long enough to pass the time until lunch. He hissed softly as he brought his boxers down to rest at his mid thigh, allowing his length to stand at full attention, throbbing angrily with need as a bit of pre cum leaked from the tip. “Fuck…” he’d let slip breathlessly, slowly working his hand up and down along his shaft to the thought of you.

- Thoughts of you sitting on his desk with your legs spread as he’d eat you out, returning the favor for your sweet treatment the last time you visited him. Picturing you biting your lip, trying your hardest to stay quiet as he’d work you with his tongue. Something you were never very good at. How you’d whine and moan his name as his tongue would tease your clit, occasionally wrapping his lips around it and giving it a harsh suck just to feel your thighs clench and watch you struggle even further to remain quiet.

- It was right as he’d felt himself reach that peak he’d been chasing that he heard the doorknob to his office turn. There you stood with lunch in your hands and a rather surprised look on your face at the state you’d caught your husband in. He watched as your once sweet smile turned into a grin filled with mischief as you locked the door behind you. Suddenly his day didn’t feel so shitty anymore.

“well I wanted to drop by to surprise you with lunch but…I see you’re a bit hungrier than I expected”

[bisexualiteaa]

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! ☺️

Leon almost couldn’t help the chuckle that left him as you sat out on your lounge chair in the backyard, clad in the skimpiest bikini that you own. A drink sat next to you on the little chair-side table as you held a book in your hands, reading while you were tanning. What you were really doing, however? Was trying to get Leon’s attention. Make him jealous.

You weren’t by any means ignorant to the man next door who had a rather nasty habit of watching you as you’d tan. Or rather watching you as you’d do anything in your backyard. It was something you’d complained about to Leon on a plethora of occasions before he’d moved in with you when you two got married. Right now, however? You were using it to your advantage to see just how long it would take Leon to break.

Your little stunt all started because of a trip to the beach the day prior, having caught sight of a whole gaggle of women that were ogling your husband and talking amongst each other about how hot he is. You knew, he was your husband after all, there was no denying the man was absurdly attractive. That didn’t mean you had to like it when other people thought so too, especially when they’d have the audacity to try and flirt with him and touch him. Right in front of you. And what did your lovely husband say that set you off so much?

“Sorry ladies, I’m taken”

While you knew the sentiment held good intentions, you couldn’t help but be a little upset at the phrasing he’d used. Sorry? He shouldn’t be sorry that he had a wife, that he was married and couldn’t accept their desperate advances. Hell, if anyone should be sorry it should be the women who were currently trying to flirt with your man. Especially with the lethal glares you were giving them the entire time they crowded around your husband, following his damn near every step like a lost litter of puppies. But that’s okay, you’d be sure to show him sorry.

So there you sat on your back porch, soaking up the sun in your bikini that barely covered anything. The top you had on only really covered your nipples and maybe a tiny bit of the rest of your breasts, and the pair of bottoms you’d had on could honestly sooner be considered string rather than fabric. Fabric covered, fabric left something to the imagination. This? Did absolutely none of that. Which is what made it the perfect bait to catch the attention of that dastardly neighbor and perhaps the attention, and apology, from your husband along with it.

“Tanning, I see” spoke the familiar voice of your husband who’d finally worked up the courage to step out onto the back porch and talk to you. You’d given him the silent treatment all morning since you’d woken up, something you hardly ever did, which told him you were really upset with him. “Mhmm” was all you’d offered him in a bland response, not even doing him the favor of looking up from your book as you continued to read. “And you just had to wear that bikini to do it, huh?” He asked, watching as you flipped the page to your book. “Had to even out yesterday’s tan lines” you answered, making him scoff a laugh at your blatant lie. “Oh sure and not at all using it as a means to grab anyone’s attention, are you?” He asked, making you hum before answering. “Nope” you replied, continuing to read though you were beginning to feel curious of the look etched on his face right about now. “Not even our perverted neighbor? Cause he sure is getting an eyeful right now” he said, making you hum again. “Didn’t notice” you replied, making him scoff once more as he stepped closer.

“Look at me” he said, seeming to order you rather than asking you and you had half a mind to keep your gaze glued to your book in defiance. But you decided to cave and look at him, seeing where this would go. “Is this because of what happened at the beach yesterday? That why you’re out here trying to grab the whole neighborhood’s attention?” He asked, making you scoff this time at the audacity in his tone. “Not sure I like your assumption, honey” you replied sourly, making him grin as he fought with the jealousy that was brewing within him like a raging storm at the moment. “Yeah? Why, because you know I’m right? Because I know you got jealous and now you’re trying to pay me back for it?” He asked, making you bite the inside of your cheek as you tried to stay mad, you really did, but fuck if it wasn’t kinda hot the way he was talking to you at the moment. “I know you, honey. I know you like it when people’s necks snap to look at you and hell, most of the time I encourage it because I know damn well my wife is the hottest woman to walk this earth. But seeing you comin’ out here to be a spectacle for him and not me? Kinda hurtful, baby” he said, his tone dipping to that of a deeper, more gravelly timbre and just as you’d opened your mouth to retort, he tut in response. “Ah ah, it’s okay. I know just the thing for this bratty little stunt of yours” he replied with a sly grin, making something in your stomach flip as he crouched down in front of your chair, gently taking your book from your hands and setting it to the side so he’d have your full attention. You could see that sparkle of mischief twinkling in his eyes, something almost bordering dangerous. It left you oh so curious and a little more excited than you cared to admit in the moment.

“Can see him watching you from his back porch over there. Go ahead, look. Make his day” he said, making you turn in the direction of your neighbor’s house, seeing him sitting there on his back porch with his phone in his hand. No doubt acting like he’s scrolling on it or watching something as a poor cover for having it out to take pictures of you. You wouldn’t be surprised if this wasn’t the first time he’d done so. “Bet he’s over there taking pictures of you, thanking god for the zoom feature and wishing it were him in my spot” he said, making you chuckle. “I know I would. If I were him and had a woman as hot as you as a neighbor? God, I’d be fucking unbearable” he said, catching your attention and making you turn back to face your husband. It was in moments like these where you loved and hated how good he could be with his words. You’d wanted to stay mad at him, wanted to prove a point, yet something about that sentence took your breath away. “Unfortunately for him, the only one who’s allowed to be unbearable for your attention is me” he said so confidently, so possessively making you swallow harshly as he stoked that ever growing fire in your core with just his words alone. “‘cause you’re my wife and I’m gonna show him just what comes with that privilege” he finished, making you bite your lip and clench your thighs a bit at the drop in his tone and the implication his words held.

The promise of what was to come.

You watched him stand up and come back to your side, a mix of confidence and purpose in his every move. “Scoot forward for me, baby” he’d once again ordered rather than asked but he did so much more softly this time. You did exactly as you were told, scooting forward to allow him space to join you on the chair before you’d leaned back against him. “There you go. God you look so good in this thing it’s fuckin’ ridiculous…fit so good against me too” he complimented, deep voice rumbling against your back and right by your ear as his hands trailed along your nearly naked form, lighting your already warm skin ablaze with just the light skim of his fingertips. You sighed blissfully as his large, calloused hands came up to cup your breasts, fondling them softly. “Love these gorgeous tits, sweetheart. Fuck…always feel so good in my hands. Think he wants to do this? Bet he beats his pathetic dick raw to the thought of it” he commented, making you bite your lip to stay quiet as your eyes fluttered shut, loving every second of this treatment he was giving you. “Nuh-uh sweetheart, no getting shy now. You wanted to play this game, go ahead, let him hear how good I make you feel” he said, tugging and rolling your pebbled nipples between his fingers, earning a pathetic whine from you. “Leon…” you panted out, making him groan and chuckle. “Mmm thats my girl, god I love when you moan my name. So fuckin’ pretty the way you say it” he praised, earning another whimper from you as his hands slid up under the barely existent fabric of your top to truly feel them in his hands. “Let’s get this off of you, hmm?” He asked, untying the back to your top and watching it drop into your lap. You let out a short gasp before covering yourself, making him chuckle again. “Don’t worry baby, I’ve got you. Turn and face me” he said, making you once again do exactly as he’d asked. Desperate to feel his hands or any of him against you again.

“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.

Though, of course, it didn’t last long.

“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.

Baby blue irises swallowed almost entirely by the black pools of his pupils blown wide with lust, looking up at you with an almost predatory look in his gaze. He looked as if he was about to eat you alive and it made you wetter by the second. “Just look at you, so wet for me already. You’re loving this” he commented, running a finger through your folds to collect your slick and rub your aching clit in soft, slow circles. “Oh fuucckk yeess…” you let out, back arching from the chair’s cushion as he finally gave you the attention you’d been waiting for. “Listen to her…fuck, soaking my finger all nice” he said, toying with you just a little bit longer before finally bringing his mouth to your cunt. Your hands flew immediately down to his hair with a loud moan as his lips wrapped around your clit, giving it a harsh suck before dragging his tongue through your slit. “Oh fuck!” You moaned out, brows furrowing with pleasure and jaw agape as sweet sighs and blissful moans tumbled from your lips. He moaned into you at your taste and arguably at the excitement coursing through him knowing your perverted neighbor was getting an eyeful of Leon essentially marking his territory. Because despite all his teasing about you enjoying this little display of exhibitionism, he was enjoying it just as much. He gets to have fun with his wife in a way you’d both never done before and stick it to his disgusting neighbor at the same time? Oh yeah, he’d never admit it but he was loving it too.

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.

“Now that’s a cute look. You didn’t really think I was done with you yet, did you?” He asked curiously, rubbing himself through his boxers with a proud grin as he took in your ruined state. “Well, what are you waiting for then? Come remind me who I belong to” you challenged with a mischievous grin, making him chuckle as he flipped you onto your stomach with ease before climbing over top of you. “Trust me, once I’m done with you the whole neighborhood will know” he promised before a moan fell from both of you as he lined himself up to your soaked entrance then slowly began sheathing himself inside. “Fuck, yeah that’s it…taking me so good. Swear this pussy was made for me the way she sucks me in all nice” he said, talking absolute filth in your ear as his hips met your ass, the tip of his dick already nudging against your cervix. You couldn’t help but moan as he started to set a deep but punishing pace, effectively railing you into the chair beneath you. “Oh god, Leon…!” You cried out, your shared pants and moans joining the sound of his hips slapping against your ass in a sinful symphony. He damn near growled into your shoulder at the way you felt so good wrapped around him. So warm and wet and all just for him. “Yeah that’s it, moan my name baby. Let him know whose cock fucks you every night, who makes you feel so damn good that you forget how to be quiet” he said in a domineering tone, ramming his cock into you at a punishing pace while the lounge chair groaned in protest beneath you both, though nowhere near loud enough to compete with either of your sounds of pleasure. “Oh fuck, yes!! I love when you get jealous, hah…!” You admitted, making him grin. “Yeah? Bet you fuckin’ do. Love it when I get jealous and fuck you into whatever surface I can get you on, huh?” He asked, making you shake your head yes but he wasn’t having that.

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.

“‘m sorry for making you upset yesterday sweetheart, should’ve worded what I said a hell of a lot better than I did. I’m so lucky to have you” he apologized between soft kisses to your neck and shoulder as he pulled out, taking off his shirt and using it as a makeshift rag to clean you up with until you’d both finally retreat back inside. “It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry for being spiteful and making you jealous” you answered, looking at him from over your shoulder. “I’m not, been a minute since I came that hard and with how much you were enjoying it? I know you aren’t sorry either” he replied with a grin, making you laugh as you watched him put his boxers back on. “Can’t help it. You’re really hot when you’re all possessive and mad” you admitted, making him grin as he leaned down and kissed you. “I didn’t go too rough on you though, did I? Got kinda caught up in the moment…” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with a guilty look on his face. “It was perfect” you replied with a very satisfied smile, making him laugh. “Good. C’mon, let’s go inside and get cleaned up. Think we gave the whole neighborhood a show…” he said, making you chuckle as you followed him inside. “You said it yourself, you wanted to let the whole neighborhood know who makes me feel good, think it’s safe to say you did just that” you replied with a sly grin as you both stood in the privacy of your own home, looping your arms around his neck as you kissed him sweetly. He couldn’t help but chuckle a little into it as his hands settled at your hips.

“I’m a man of my word”

[bisexualiteaa]

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! 🙏

When you and Leon returned to the office from your mission, it was like two giant storm clouds had rolled in and infiltrated the building. The mission itself was a complete and total shit show, made even worse by the clashing dynamic you and Leon shared. To say that you both butt heads on the regular would be putting it lightly. You despised one another, both too stubborn to ever even think of changing your ways in order to work together properly. The job always got done regardless, but that didn’t mean either of you enjoyed it. Yet they would still pair you together anyway, always sending you out on the field with him as if it was some kind of sick joke. They couldn’t care less about your petty squabbles amongst each other, on the reports all the DSO saw was a job done and a job done well at that. That’s all that mattered to them so why would they attempt to fix something they didn’t know was even broken to begin with?

“Thank fuck, was starting to think we’d never make it back” you said with much agitation in your tone as you both walked into the building, hearing him scoff beside you while you both impatiently waited for the elevator to descend to your floor. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” He asked with brows furrowed together in inquiry, only further emphasizing the wrinkles adorning his forehead as he looked at you. He watched you roll your eyes, paired with a heavy sigh in annoyance as the elevator dinged, signaling its arrival. “Means your driving sucks” you answered rather sharply as you rudely pushed past him to get inside first, making him roll his eyes and shake his head as he had no choice but to follow behind. “Whatever. If you hate it so much, you drive next time then” he responded as he all but smashed the button to close the doors and take you where you both needed to go, making you scoff a laugh. He swore it grated against his ears, rubbing every nerve in his body the wrong way. “I’ll do one better, I’ll get a fucking cab. Then I won’t have to be around you anymore than I already have to” you said as you crossed your arms over your chest, leaning against the railing and side wall farthest from him as possible. “Brat…” he sneered under his breath, making you glare at him. “Heard that, asshole” you snapped back. “Good” he replied, leaving you to stew even further in your frustrations.

Maybe you should’ve taken the next elevator, some peace and quiet would’ve been nice.

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.

“Eww, as if” you replied before taking a sip of your coffee, trying to wash the bad taste from your mouth at the thought of such a thing. “Feel sorry for the poor bastard that does put a ring on that finger, he’s in for a real treat” Leon quipped sarcastically, finding a wall opposite of you so he too could brood while maintaining as much distance between you as possible. “Oh, fuck you!” You hissed as you looked him up and down in disgust, making him grin smugly. “You wish, sweetheart” he replied as he took a sip of his own coffee, enjoying the disgruntled groan that left you from his reply. “Well I certainly feel sorry for whatever woman is stupid enough to say yes to you. She’s in for a world of disappointment” you snapped back, an evil grin twitching to your lips as the next words came to mind, leaving your lips before you could even think to stop them. Not that you really wanted to anyway. “Bet you can’t even get it up anymore, old man. Probably why you’re so fuckin’ grumpy all the time, haven’t gotten your dick wet in decades ‘cause it doesn’t work” you chided, making him roll his eyes at your petty reply as everyone in the room seemed to be entertained by your back and forth exchange of insults. “Wow, how original. But I guess it’s bold of me to assume you’d come up with something actually witty” he quipped back, making Jill laugh. Dammit, she was supposed to be on your side. “God, you two are a treat. I give it a week tops before you finally jump each other’s bones” she said, making Sherry grin. “No way! I give it three days. Easy” she bet, looking to Claire next. “I don’t think they’ll make it another twenty-four hours” Claire added with a smirk of her own, joining Sherry and Jill at the table. “Let’s just hope they at least make it out of the building first…” Jill said, making all three of them laugh amongst each other as you and Leon stood there speechless.

Betrayed, by your own friends. How dare they?

“Okay, fuck all of you” you said, gesturing to the whole room with your pointer finger but they knew there was no true malice behind your words. “Oh, please. You both act so high and mighty but if you’d actually step back and look at yourselves, you two would be really cute together” Sherry said boldly, earning nods of agreement from both Jill and Claire. You felt your face heat up for a moment while you curled in on yourself, practically hiding behind your cup of coffee now that most of the room appeared to be against you. “Cute, someone actually thinking about it over there? Don’t get too lost in the day dream, princess” Leon piped up, teasing you with a grin and a slight tilt of his head that made you grit your teeth. “Oh I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you? But no, I was busy day dreaming of smashing your stupid fucking face in” you bit venomously in reply, making him chuckle at how worked up you were now. Face flushed, eyes avoiding his even more than usual. If he didn’t know any better, he’d almost say you were bluffing. “Whatever you say, sweetheart” he added nonchalantly with a shrug as he took a sip of his coffee. You hated when he called you nicknames like that. Hated it because it was coming from him, meaning that they were most definitely not intended to be endearing, yet for some reason they still managed to make you feel something.

You hated that part the most.

Hated that fuzzy feeling it would give you in the pit of your stomach, hated the way it would bring a blush to your cheeks that you’d have to fight so hard to hide so he wouldn’t take notice. Loathed how it would still linger with you for hours, sometimes days even after it was said, just festering in the back of your mind on repeat. It shouldn’t do the things to you that it does. Something so simple, and typically condescending, from someone who got on your every last nerve.

So why were you even thinking about it?

“You’re so full of yourself. You think just because you have pretty blue eyes and muscles and stupidly nice hair that every girl is supposed to drop to their knees to fawn over you? Well I’ll gladly be the first to burst your bubble” You snapped, making him grin just a little wider. He could tell he was getting under your skin, finally having a chance to turn the treatment you usually gave him back onto you for once and he was definitely enjoying it. “Oh, careful there; think that’s the closest thing to a compliment you’ve ever given me” he quipped in return, making you roll your eyes with a groan as you threw away your now empty coffee cup before storming out of the room. Not before yelling “fuck off and DIE!” dramatically as you left, a flush burning in your cheeks as you headed towards your desk to bury yourself with work and forget all about this conversation.

Or so you’d hoped.

Just as you were storming out Chris was entering the break room, looking in your direction as you’d left. Shock and confusion were written all over his face at the scene he’d just managed to catch the tail end of. “What was that all about?” He asked the girls, gesturing towards the doorway with a quirked brow in confusion. “Probably the closest thing I’d ever seen to flirting come from those two” Jill answered, making Chris laugh. “About time, they really should just hook up already if they haven’t yet. They’ve got so much tension going on that it even stresses me out” Chris chimed in as he looked in the fridge for the food he brought with him that morning. “*Still* right here” Leon grumbled once again, making Chris stand up and turn to see him standing in the corner, still nursing his cup of coffee. “Oh shit, hey” was all that Chris could come up with in response, offering an awkward wave and making the girls all laugh as Leon sighed.

He’d never admit it but he hated that they were all right, that he’d thought about pursuing you for far too long now. All in private of course. He couldn’t have you catching on, thinking that you’d won him over and let your ego inflate any bigger than it already was. You were rude, got on his nerves in every which way and did so every chance you possibly could. Yet he couldn’t deny the fact that he’d lie awake at night, fisting his cock to the thought of fucking all that attitude out of you and did so far more often than he’d care to admit to. How he’d have you on your knees putting your loud, sassy mouth to better use choking on his dick, or how he’d fuck you so hard you’d be too cock drunk to come up with anything snarky or witty in response. Too busy screaming his name in pure ecstasy to say or think of anything else but him. How he’d so happily prove your earlier assumption wrong about his libido, even if it was for nothing else than to see the look of blatant shock on your face.

He was convinced all you needed was to be put in your place and he’d happily do so.

Meanwhile, you were sitting at your desk trying your absolute hardest to focus on finishing your report and struggling to do so. Your hands carded through your hair, pinching the bridge of your nose as a slight headache began to ebb behind your eyes. You were tense, you could feel it. Whether it was the residual adrenaline from the mission you’d just returned from, the whole interaction you’d had in the break room, or the both combined, you weren’t sure. But one thing you were sure of, was that you were distracted. Watching the cursor on your computer screen blink as you tried your hardest to come up with the proper words to type, all while fighting off thoughts that shouldn’t have even been on your mind in the first place. It was beginning to make you feel as if your own mind was mocking you and truthfully? It had you at your wits end. You leaned back in your chair with an exasperated groan, covering your face as you fought against all the tension in your body, wanting to get this done and out of the way as soon as possible while everything was fresh still so you could go home. Yet the only thing on the forefront of your mind at the moment was the very man you’d just been bickering with in the break room. How maybe it wouldn’t be as terrible as you make it out to be to be with him. That maybe he’d treat you better than the men your age who never seem to have their lives together. How, despite all your insults, he was pretty handsome. He certainly was the nicest looking out of every other guy here.

Why weren’t you sick to your stomach at the thought?

“Ugh, what is wrong with me?” You couldn’t help but yourself. Maybe it was the fact that you were stressed, maybe it was because you hadn’t had a good fuck in a while so you were just really pent up. In reality? It’s because deep down, despite all your nasty words, despite all the attitude you’d throw his way, you wanted him. You always have. You just couldn’t bring yourself to admit it. Not to yourself and certainly not to him.

Was it wrong? Probably, he’s a year shy of being twice your age and is your coworker, your partner even. Hell, how were you supposed to even know if he’d felt the same way? What if he actually did hate your guts? You were certain every girl in the office probably had eyes for him, for all you know you may not even be his type. Bold of you to assume you’d be anything special just because you get paired together for missions. So to guard yourself from any potential disappointment, you just treated him coldly. No room for getting your hopes up to be let down, no showing him any vulnerability. But you were getting tired of acting this way, of putting up the front that you didn’t like him because it was getting harder and harder with each mission to deny it. You groaned to yourself once again as you found yourself falling down this rabbit hole of mental turmoil. Why did they have to go and say anything to get you thinking about this? And why did it have to be the one man in the office who was the hardest to read?

By the time the day was over you’d managed to finish putting your field report together, meaning you could finally go home, relax and not have to think about it anymore. After getting all of your things together, you slung your bag over your shoulder and made your way to the elevator to head down to the parking garage. It seemed your luck never ran out however, because just as the doors to the elevator were closing, a hand stopped them. Followed by an arm, a shoulder and then finally the muscular frame of the man responsible for keeping you a few moments longer from reaching your car to get home.

That man was none other than your partner, and the last person you wanted to physically face in this moment, Leon Kennedy.

“Jesus, are you fucking following me everywhere now?” You asked in a sour tone, tapping your foot impatiently against the tiles beneath you as he made his way inside, watching you press the door close button over and over to keep anyone else from entering. “Don’t flatter yourself. It’s almost like the parking garage has other people who park there too” he snapped back at you as you both assumed your usual positions, backs resting against adjacent walls like you would anytime you were stuck in a room together. The thick tension that resided between you fell over you both once more, leaving the elevator to feel even tighter and more cramped than usual. You folded your arms over your chest once again, a grimace pulling to your lips as the elevator once again seemed to take forever to get you where you were trying to go. “Whatever, asshole” you hissed in response. Little did you know that little comment would be the last straw on his resolve.

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.

That was exactly what you wanted.

“Okay, for fuck’s sake what is your problem with me?” he asked, voice gravely and deep as it reverberated off the metallic walls of the elevator. He’d bickered with you a plethora of times before but never scolded you or yelled at you. You were always the one biting his ankles with some complaint laced in catty attitude but now? He barked back, only much louder. He exuded authority and you had absolutely no idea how to react. Well, no idea how to react normally to it anyway because the heat you were feeling beginning to pool in the pit of your stomach right now, would certainly constitute as anything but a normal reaction. How were you even supposed to answer his question in this state? What were you supposed to say?

”My problem is that you’re hot and I don’t know how to tell you I have a thing for you”?

Or maybe; “My problem is I want to fuck you just like every other woman in this office does”?

Or better yet; “My problem is I like you but I’m scared you don’t feel the same way”

Yeah, right.

Of course you couldn’t say those things, you’d be risking more than just your pride at that point but your job too while you were at it. But you had to come up with something and come up with it fast. You couldn’t let him stand there and think he had the upper hand. “My problem? You’re the one always going on about how I’m getting on your nerves!” You replied defensively, voice raised a tad in show of your frustration. From not only him but with fighting your inner thoughts too. “You do because of shit like this! You give me this bratty attitude all the time and for what?” He asked, genuinely wanting to know why you treated him the way you did. You weren’t this way with anyone else in the office from what he could tell, it was always just him. What made him so intolerable? So unbearable that you’d rather be as far away from him in any room you were in together or take separate means of transportation when you were going to the same place.

Shit, now what were you supposed to say to that?

“I don’t know, because I just want you to like me?” or “Because I have daddy issues, can’t you tell?” Yeah, that definitely wouldn’t cut it. For once you were beyond words and what he’d ask you next certainly didn’t help you come up with any either. “Are you that desperate for my attention? That desperate for a reaction out of me, is that it?” He asked as he loomed closer to you now, practically towering over you with his hulking frame. It should have been infuriating, should have been intimidating, maybe scary even, yet it wasn’t. It only served to make that feeling of excitement brewing in the pit of your stomach grow even stronger. “I…” you tried to get out but still couldn’t find the words. You had a million words running through your mind in that moment, yet you were unsure if any of them were the right ones to say. It was hard to think when he was bombarding your personal space the way he was, with the way his eyes looked as if they were eating you alive. Your mind was short circuiting. “Where’d all that attitude go, princess? Can’t deny it so you won’t fight it, is that it? Did I finally crack your whole charade?” He asked as he leaned in closer to you, as if he was challenging you to defy him.

That’s when something in you snapped. If words wouldn’t come out to your defense, maybe actions could.

You just prayed this would work out in your favor.

Your hands reached up to cup his stubbled face, pulling him down into a rough, heated kiss. You could hear him take a sharp, deep breath in as your lips connected with his, like he’d been waiting for years for you to do this. For one of you to reach your breaking point so that this moment would finally happen. His hands were on you in an instant, fingers digging into the material of your shirt while he grasped at your sides like he was afraid you’d disappear if he ever let go. He pulled you up against him as he groaned deeply into your kiss, leaving you to melt into his every touch. The kiss you shared was messy in every sense of the word, a carnal clash of teeth and tongue as you desperately pawed at one another like feral animals in heat. Soft moans, pants and the wet smack of your lips together filled the otherwise silent elevator. “You wanna know what my problem is? My problem is that you’re stupidly fucking hot and I’ve wanted you for way too damn long now. Happy?” you admitted breathlessly between feverish kisses, making him grin against your lips like he’d just won the lottery as the words left your mouth. “Think I need to hear you say that again actually, didn’t have my phone recording that time to catch it all” he teased making you laugh, actually laugh at his response. “Fuck you” you replied into it while swatting at his chest, albeit with no actual zeal behind it but still a faint hint of your usual cattiness rested in your tone, a soft grin stretching to your lips as you kissed him again. “Thought you’d never ask” he replied brazenly into it, making you laugh at how cheesy of a line it was before his hands roughly explored along your body, leaving you to gasp as they traveled beneath your shirt to finally skim along your sensitive skin.

“Maybe not in the elevator though, think the cameras still work even if it’s shut off” you said, making him pull ever so slightly away for a moment to look up at the camera with you as you still clung to him. “Someone not a risk taker?” he teased with a grin, his fingers trailing along your skin pleasantly, lighting your nerves on fire. “You know damn well I’m a risk taker! I just also happen to like being able to pay my bills” you responded, making him chuckle as he got the elevator up and working again to take you both down to the parking garage. “But you can still kiss me…or whatever” you said in a flustered, almost pouty tone as he parted from you, making him grin at you smugly. Oh he was eating this shit up. “So needy, and here I thought you hated me” he replied, his hands coming back to rest along your sides, rubbing soothing shapes into your skin as he stood so close to you, yet way too far. “I do hate you. Hate you and your handsome face, and all your stupid muscles and your pretty eyes…” you said, making him chuckle as you looped your arms around his neck. “Oh yeah? Hate the way I kiss you too?” He asked as he kissed you again, only this time kissing you with a softer, more intimate intensity than before, making you hum into it as your fingers threaded through his dirty blonde locks. “Mmh…hate that the most. Hate it so fucking much” you spoke against his intoxicating lips with a sly grin, your words a direct contrast to how you really felt but he knew. He knew you all too well. And that was something you certainly didn’t hate.

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.

Oh but it was quite the opposite.

His grin only widened at your plea, his cock throbbing even harder in his jeans as he moved your hands away from your face. “Good girl, begging for me all pretty. Say it again” he said before rubbing your aching clit in tight circles, leaving you to lean your head back against the window and moan. “Daddy, please…make me feel good” you moaned breathlessly, earning a pleased groan from him as he worked you with his fingers, switching between perfect patterns along your clit and scissoring you open with his middle and ring fingers. It had been so long since anything made you feel this good, already leaving you feeling like you were on cloud nine from just his fingers alone. “See? Not so hard to play nice now is it?” He said, making you whine as the obscene squelch of his fingers fucking you began to fill the car. He watched as your eyes fluttered shut, moans raising in pitch just a tad as the pads of his fingers brushed past that spongy bundle of nerves inside of you. “Fuck, right there…don’t stop, please” you begged, mouth agape and brows furrowed in pleasure as you started rolling your hips ever so slightly against his hand to get more of that delicious friction you’d craved. Feeling him rub that spot and your clit brush against the heel of his palm. “Look at you fucking yourself on my hand like a desperate slut. Dripping all over my fingers like a bitch in heat” he chastised, making you moan at his nasty words and the way he was working you open so perfectly. “‘m so close…!” You panted in warning, looking up to see a mischievous grin rise to his lips that made your stomach twist in knots. It was the kind of look that bode really good for you, or really bad.

You whined pathetically as he pulled them from you, leaving you teetering on the edge just to fall back down. “What the fuck? I was right there…” you bit in frustration, looking like a total wreck beneath him from just his fingers alone. After all this time, all the headaches you’d caused him, he couldn’t just let you off the hook that easy. “Not yet. Want you to cum on my cock” he said, making you bite your lip as you nodded your head, watching him work at getting his belt and pants off. His ego soared through the roof watching your jaw drop slightly at the sight of him even through his boxers. “Oh fuck…” you whispered beneath your breath. “What was that about not being able to get it up anymore, princess?” He asked, bringing your hand to stroke along the outline of him through his boxers, leaving you to hum and grin. “I knew that’d get to you” you replied smugly, squeezing him through the fabric and earning a deep grunt from him. “Fuck, should shove it down your pretty throat and make you choke on it. Make you eat those words” he said, making you giggle as he brought them down and off as well, indulging you with the sight of it bobbing up and smacking against the skin just below his naval. “And why don’t you?” You challenged in a seductive tone, making him grin as he lifted one of your legs up, teasing his length through your soaked folds. “Because you’d like it far too much if I did that. Only good girls get what they want and you’re being awfully bratty still” he answered, making you sigh each time his tip would bump your clit, allotting you a little friction but never enough to provide relief. “That’s okay, think I know just the fix” he said before lining himself up and pushing inside.

If you thought his fingers alone had felt good before, you were in heaven now. Head back against the window, one leg propped up as he fucked you into the back seat. You didn’t care if anyone could hear your moans or cries of his name, hell you’d be shocked if the car wasn’t moving from the punishing pace he’d set, giving away what you two were up to even from a distance. “Fuck!! Leon!” You cried out, one hand gripping the seat beneath you and the other on his back, nails biting into his skin as you clung to him. “Was this all you needed? Huh? All this time…fuck- just needed me to fuck that bratty attitude out of you?” He asked, making you whine as you shook your head yes. That wasn’t enough for him however, he needed to hear you say it. “Use your words” he demanded, landing another smack to your ass as he said it, leaving you to moan pathetically at the pleasurable sting. “Yes!! Wanted it so bad, oh!” You replied, feeling his tip bullying your cervix at this angle with each harsh thrust. He left no room for you to think of anything else, just him. Not that you wanted to anyway, even if you could, not with the way he was fucking you at such a dizzying pace. “Shit baby, gripping me so tight ‘s like this cunt was made for me” he said between groans, looking down at where your bodies were joined together, watching himself disappear inside of you only to come back out covered in your slick. “Listen to her, all that for me sweetheart?” He asked, momentarily slowing his pace so that he wouldn’t finish too quickly and so you could hear just how wet you were. “Mmh…all for you, always for you” you admitted, making him groan once more as he leaned down to kiss you once again, picking up his pace a little more.

“Pretty girl…wanted to do this for so long, you know that?” He asked, dragging his kisses down your jaw to your neck, making you whine at the feel of his stubble scratching pleasantly against your skin. “Me too” you admitted breathlessly, your hands coming to his back to cling to him even further. “Never knew how to tell you…” you added, making him chuckle. “‘s okay baby, I’ve got you” he assured, pulling back ever so slightly to watch your gorgeous tits bounce in time with his thrusts. “Daddy…” you whimpered, hiding your face in the crook of his neck in embarrassment as he reduced you to such a submissive state. Yet it felt so good you couldn’t bring yourself to really care, blow to your ego be damned. He groaned once again at the name, feeling your walls begin to tighten around him signaling that you were close. “Wanna cum so bad, please…” you begged, words slightly muffled against his skin. “Cum for me sweetheart, I’ve got you” he assured, listening to your moans raise higher in pitch and grow closer together as he brought you over the edge. “Leon..!” You let out as your back keened from the leather seat, sticky from your sweat and your nails dig into his back, leaving puffy red streaks down the expanse of his skin as your orgasm surged through you. “Fuck, good girl” he complimented, his hips stuttering at the feel of you gripping him so tight and pulsing around him.

“Fuck, so tight…sucking me in like that. You’re making it hard to think about pulling out” he said, making you giggle as you looked up at him with that ever familiar sparkle of mischief in your eyes. “Then don’t. Know you wanna stay” you said with a sly grin, looking up at him through half lidded eyes, making him groan. “Dangerous words, baby” he added, making you bite your lip with another giggle as you trapped him in with your legs. You knew he had enough strength to break your hold on him if he really wanted to, but his resolve was far too weak for you. After all, how could he think of pulling out when you were so warm, so tight, so perfect wrapped around him like this. “Told you I’m a risk taker” you teased with an even wider grin as he kissed you, thrusting into you a few more times before spilling inside of you with a damn near feral growl. A moan left you as he panted into your mouth, groaning into your messy kiss with each throb of his cock filling you so full that you were already leaking onto the leather seat beneath you.

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.

“Jill sent us a group text” Leon said as you were making your way to his place. “What’d she say?” You asked curiously, peaking at his phone for a moment while you were stopped at a red light. “Says “You two couldn’t even make it home, huh?” then she sent a picture of you up against the car and another of us climbing in the back seat together” he said, making your face flush as your eyes focused back on the road. “Fuck…we’re never gonna hear the end of it” you cursed, making him grin and chuckle to himself a bit at your embarrassment as he saved the pictures. “You weren’t exactly making it easy either with the way you were screaming my name” he quipped with a smug grin, making you huff in defeat. “Whatever, would you rather I been silent?” You bit back. “Didn’t think you were capable of such a thing” He replied making your jaw drop with a dramatic gasp, earning a hearty laugh from him. Then you heard him typing before he placed his phone down in the cup holder. “Hold on, you responded??” You asked, sounding stunned. “Yeah? You were the one that told me it was rude to leave people on read” he replied, making you look at him for a brief moment. “What did you say?” You asked, almost scared to know. “Said I blew out my back in the process now she’s driving me home and added a picture of you driving with your hand on my leg” he replied, making you laugh. “Okay, I can’t be mad. That’s actually pretty good” you replied through your fit of giggles before another ding sounded from his phone. “You two are disgusting already, love it but get a room next time” he said, reading her reply and making you laugh again. “Working on that now…thumbs up” he said out loud as he was typing it, making you gasp as he sent it. “Leon! You did not…” you said, making him shrug his shoulders.

“Am I wrong?”

[bisexualiteaa]

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!

He came home from the bar that night after work, having just stopped by for a few drinks to unwind and maybe an hour of some catching up with Chris then he made his way straight home to you. As much as he loved the routine he had with Chris, he would always look forward to coming home to see you. You, his beautiful wife, which he still couldn’t seem to get over referring to you as such, who was waiting for him to come home. You were his solace after long days and difficult missions. His home. As he’d made it through the front door, he was greeted immediately to the sight of you in an outfit he’d never seen on you before, watching as you padded around your now shared abode as he kicked his shoes off at the entryway. A cute, tight fitting little night gown currently clung to your frame, one with lace adorning the top and made of thin, sheer material that left very little to the imagination. You were organizing it seemed, rearranging and redecorating some things for the new furniture you’d bought together a few days ago, sprucing up his once bland, empty house to finally make it feel like a home for you both.

It was when you’d bent over to clean the stand where the TV sat that he caught a glimpse of the thin, lacy pair of underwear you had on underneath. It sent a pleasurable jolt straight to his cock upon seeing the roundness of your ass cheeks, peeking through the fabric of your dress as it rose a little with your efforts. Maybe it was the few glasses of whiskey he’d partaken in, or maybe it was the fact he hadn’t had a chance to really spend any time with you the past few days, all he knew was it alone had him more worked up than he’d care to admit to. He watched as you stood up, turning on your heels to retrieve something from the bedroom before stopping as you saw him. “Oh! Hi baby! Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in. Been fixing up the place a bit” you said, beaming a smile at him as he gave you one in return, shoving a hand in his pocket to hide his growing problem.

When your arms wrapped around him in a warm hug, he caught a whiff of the familiar scent of your perfume and body wash, then felt as your hardened nipples press against him beneath the fabric of your dress, indicating to him that you had no bra on and it only added to the fire stirring within him. “Not a fan of Bachelor Chic?” He asked jokingly as he hugged you in return, making you giggle as you looked up at him. “Definitely in dire need of a woman’s touch” you quipped in return, earning a chuckle from him.

He could definitely relate.

“You like it so far? Just imagine it with some of that furniture we picked out then you’ll see the full vision I have in mind. I hope” You said with a laugh, pulling away slightly to admire your own work along side him, proud of how well it was coming together and how much you had accomplished on your own. “I think it looks great, honey. Better than I could ever do” he complimented as he kissed your cheek, wrapping his arms around your midsection from behind, earning a delighted hum from you as he did. You were so warm, so soft in his arms, a far cry from the horrors he’d dealt with all these years. He felt so lucky to come home to you, to call you his. Feeling for once that all the work he did, everything he’d been through, was all worth it because it led to this. Led him to you. “And speaking of looking great…this is new” he added with a grin, leaning down to pepper kisses along the crook of your neck as his hands smoothed along your waist, earning a soft giggle from you. “Was wondering when you’d notice” you teased with a grin of your own, closing your eyes with a pleasant sigh as you leaned against him, indulging happily in his affections. “You think I wouldn’t notice how beautiful my wife is from the moment I walked in? What kind of husband do you take me for?” He quipped in response, both of you sharing a laugh as you stood there. “You like it? Thought of you when I saw it” you replied, bringing your hand up behind you to cup his cheek as he continued to litter kisses down your neck and shoulder. A pleasant shiver ran through you at the feel of his stubble scratching against your sensitive skin. “I think it’s down right dangerous to look this good, baby. You spoil me” he answered, earning yet another giggle from you as his hands explored your frame hungrily but appreciatively all the same.

“How was Chris?” You asked him, making him groan at the out of place mention of the man’s name in this intimate moment with you. All he wanted to think about right now was his wife. “Don’t wanna talk about him right now, sweetheart. Not when you look this damn good” he answered, burying his face in your neck and making you laugh. He was always sweet with you, a far cry from the man he was when he was on the job but he was even more so when he’d drink. Something about the whiskey always made him a bit more handsy, more prone to babbling sweet nothings into your skin as he’d cling to you like Velcro. “Okay baby, I’m sorry. Long day I take it?” you asked in reply through a breathy giggle, feeling him press himself up against you from behind, earning a soft but excited gasp from you in return. “The longest” he replied in exasperation, almost a whine even, earning another hum from you. “Well, lucky for you…think I know just the cure” you answered with a suggestive tone and grin, bringing your hands to the backs of his, sliding them slowly up along your frame before planting them on your soft tits. You turned your head to the side to kiss him, earning a groan from him as he kneaded the pliant flesh in his larger hands, making you gasp softly into it. “You’re always so good to me” he said into it, making you smile and giggle once more. “What can I say? Helps that my husband is a simple man” you replied, making him chuckle into your shared kiss as he continued to massage your chest. It wasn’t long before his tongue tangled with your own, exploring your mouth as his hands softly fondled your tits, fingers pinching and rolling your pebbles nipples through the material of your night gown. He swallowed every soft gasp, every sweet moan like you were the very oxygen he needed to breathe. His beautiful wife that he’d never get enough of.

He reveled in the sight of you. Your head tilted back against his collarbone enough for him to see your face, drinking in the way your eyes fluttered softly shut as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth. A pretty flush rested on your cheeks as the column of your neck lay fully exposed to him, a silent plea for him to cascade his sweet, loving kisses along your skin. He watched as one of the straps to your dress slipped from your shoulder on its own, likely aided by his ministrations, revealing more of you to him. You were decadent in every sense of the word, truly a feast for his eyes. Like a goddess before a beggar all he ever wanted to do was worship you. “Fuck, baby…” he let out almost breathlessly, making you hum as your eyes softly opened and rested half lidded, your gaze heavy with desire as you looked at him from over your shoulder. How was he ever supposed to function when you looked this good? And how could you ever even think to resist a man as handsome as him? You giggled softly as you turned around to face him, your hands splaying against his chest, adoring eyes looking up at him with that faint sparkle of mischief that always kept him on his toes. “As much as I love the idea of getting hot and heavy in the living room, I think it’s time we take it to the bedroom, mister” you said, walking two of your fingers up along the fabric of his shirt with a seductive grin on your soft, kiss swollen lips. Music to his ears. You could feel the groan rumble from deep within his chest before you heard it at the promise your words held. “God yes” he sighed as he kissed you one last time, making you giggle into it before you inevitably pulled yourself from him to make your way into the bedroom. He watched as you padded backwards towards your shared room, a teasing grin resting on your lips as you enticed him to follow you with a “come hither” motion of your finger.

As if he even needed any enticing.

Once you’d both made it there, your once soft laughter melted into shared, blissful moans. Leon’s clothes and your thong riddled the bedroom floor in a messy trail towards the bed that was currently groaning beneath your joined bodies. “Fuck, sweetheart…” was all he could get out in that moment, absolutely lost in the pleasure of your warm, wet cunt tightly wrapped around him as you bounced up and down on him. Gone to the sight of you with your jaw slacked and brows furrowed in bliss as you rode him, breasts bouncing in tandem with your movements beneath the dress that still clung to your frame. Not that he didn’t enjoy seeing you naked, he would never grow tired of such a sight, he simply couldn’t bring himself to take it off of you. You looked too pretty with it on, he wanted to show you how much he liked it because words would never do it justice. With your hardened nipples poking through the fabric as the bottom of it pooled at your hips, allowing you better range of movement and for him to watch as his cock would disappear within you.

“You’re so beautiful” he complimented, his hands resting on your hips and waist, anchoring him to this moment here with you. Further proof to himself that despite being straight out of a dream, you were in fact real. “C’mere” he spoke once again, his hands coming up to cup your face and pull you down into another intoxicating kiss. You couldn’t help the moan you’d both let out into it as you did, lowering yourself had allowed him to reach deeper within you. “Leon…” you moaned into it as a now lewd slapping sound filling the air each time your hips would connect. Your hands rested on either sides of his head as his hands traveled down the expanse of your back to your plump ass, kneading the soft skin in his large hands and serving to spread you open wider on his cock. Each time your lips would part to moan or release a shaky breath, his tongue would dart in to tangle with your own, needing to taste you, needed to bombard every one of his senses with you. To feel your softness against his skin. Taste you on his lips and tongue. Smell the familiar aroma of your perfume mingling with the heady scent of sex in the air. See your faces of pleasure as you held yourself above him. Hear your cries of his name as you used him. It took everything in him to hold back from cumming so soon as he looked at your wrecked expression, he loved when you’d take control. Loved watching you unravel from above him as you’d use him to get yourself off. “Leon, baby I…” you managed to pant out in warning of your impending orgasm, brows furrowing once again, voice slightly hoarse from exertion as that coil began to wrap tight in your lower belly. “Let go for me baby, use me. Wanna watch my gorgeous wife cum all over this cock” he said, littering your neck and chest with kisses as you moaned at his words.

You loved when he’d say filthy things like that to you, it only served to turn you on even more. The only thing he loved even more when you’d take control? Was how filthy your mouth would get in return once he’d start talking like that. “Yeah? Bet you do, handsome. Hah…fuck, deserve it after such a rough day” you said. “Deserve to come home to a soaked pussy to cream all over your cock- oh!” You moaned in delighted surprise, feeling him buck his hips up to meet your thrusts. “Shit baby, keep talking like that…” he pleaded, making you grin as you peppered kisses along his neck. “Yeah? Like it when I tell you how much I want you to wreck my insides? How I’d take away all your stress with this pussy? Fuck!” You continued, panting and moaning by his ear as he fucked himself up into you, hands holding your hips in place as now it was his turn to use you. The change in pace was almost punishing, the way his tip would bully your cervix had you seeing stars. “Shit, Leon!” Was all you could get out in warning as your orgasm surged through you like a bolt of lightning, your cunt spasming around him as you shuddered with pleasure. “There you go. Jesus you’re so fuckin’ pretty when you cum” he complimented, listening to the wet, squelching sounds of your cunt each time he’d buck his hips up into you. “So close sweetheart, wanna fill you up so fuckin’ bad…tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to cum inside” he pleaded, brows knitted together as he looked up at you with those gorgeous blue eyes you’d forever be lost in, one hand cupping your cheek as the other held your hip. “Do it baby, fill me. Wanna feel you deep inside” you encouraged as you brought your lips to his in another messy, passionate kiss.

Your filthy words were his undoing, thrusting a few more times before spilling himself inside of you with an obscene moan. His hips thrusted shallowly up into you, painting your walls with each harsh throb of his cock. “Fuuuckk..” he groaned out, head falling back against his pillow with a soft thump, leaving you to giggle as you both fought to catch your breath. “Take it this one was a winner then?” you asked with a grin, making him laugh as his hand came to rest along the middle of your back. “Thought I made that pretty obvious” he answered, making you laugh as you rested on top of him, feeling his hands smooth up and down your back soothingly as he held you close. “I’ll keep that in mind. Maybe next time I’ll wear it while I’m baking, or when I finish decorating the living room” you said, making him chuckle. “Starting to think you’re taking that whole “breaking in every room” thing to heart” he quipped, making you laugh before you both hissed with sensitivity as you pulled away from him to finally clean yourselves up. “Just wait until you see what I have in mind for the garage! You’ll love it” you said with a wicked smirk as you padded into your connected bathroom, wetting a rag to clean yourself then returned to help him. “Oh? How ‘bout a hint?” He asked, intrigued with what mischief you had in store for him. “All I’ll say is your bike desperately needs a wash and it just so happens to be perfect bikini weather this weekend” you replied before tossing the used towel in the dirty hamper before climbing back into bed. “You sure about that one, Princess? Think we might finally get a noise complaint from the neighbors if you did that” he responded with a grin of his own as he pulled you to cuddle into his side and rest your head against his chest. “Let them. We’re newlyweds, how else are we supposed to celebrate?” You responded.

And who was he to argue with such flawless logic?

[bisexualiteaa]

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!

You could hardly believe the drastic changes that had taken place over the last 48 hours. Just two days prior you were sitting in your house, all alone, waiting for your best friend to come back home. Hoping, praying he’d make it back to you okay. Now here he was, having you straddle his lap on your couch as he kissed you with all the burning passion of a man with a whole new lease on life.

“Been thinking about this for so damn long” he admitted as he trailed his lips down along the column of your neck, stubble grazing your sensitive skin and sending a pleasant shiver through you. You couldn’t help the giggle that morphed into a moan as he’d found and focused on a particularly sensitive spot, his hands at your hips guiding you to grind against him. “Fuck…guess that makes two of us” you replied, breathing a pretty sigh of relief when his hips would grind against your clit, offering you that much needed stimulation even through the pesky fabric of your clothes. “Leon…” you moaned as you moved your hips in tandem with his, grinding against each other like you were both horny teenagers again. “Someone feeling a little impatient?” He asked teasingly, gripping your hips a little tighter as his cock throbbed against you through the confines of his jeans. “Maybe. Got a lot of time to make up for you know, think you can keep up?” You asked teasingly, a yelp leaving you in surprise as he nipped at the junction between your neck and shoulder. “You miss the part where I said I feel better than I have in ages? More worried you may not be able to keep up, baby” He replied, making you bite your lip with a grin as his hands squeezed the fat of your ass, excitement surging through you like an electrical current. “Try me” you challenged, knowing full and well what you were signing yourself up for by speaking those words.

But by no means did you regret it.

Not when he was quickly carrying you to your bedroom, picking you up effortlessly and navigating the way there while your legs sat tightly wrapped around his hips, not once breaking the kiss as he did so. When your back hit the plush comforter of your bed, you broke the kiss for a mere moment to gaze up at him as he hovered above you, a grin resting on his lips as you did. His eyes met the picture frame you kept on your nightstand next to you for a brief moment, making him chuckle. “You fall asleep with pictures of me next to you every night? Now that’s cute” he said teasingly with a wider smirk as his hands traveled up beneath your shirt, making you blush as his calloused fingers explored along your skin. “Shut up! They’re good memories, I like having them close by. Especially when you’re gone” you said in a flustered, slightly pouty tone, making him laugh as he worked your shirt off of you and then your bra, tossing them aside to be long forgotten about. He genuinely found it quite cute, small glimpses of evidence of your feelings for him beginning to show more now that he knew you felt the same.

“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.

He definitely should have. He wished he would have but he was determined to make up for the lost time. “Yeah? Tell me, who do you think about when you put on a show for him, hmm?” He asked, watching you look away out of embarrassment. “Do you really need me to answer that? I think you know…” you replied, making him look up at you with a smirk. You wanted to be bratty? Hey, two could play at that game. “Do I? Don’t know that I do, sweetheart. Enlighten me” he said, making your face heat up once more as he brought one of your legs to rest over his shoulder. “You…” you admitted under your breath, that fire in your core only growing at the sight of him kneeled down at the edge of your bed with his head between your thighs now. “Who? Couldn’t quite hear you there” he said, trailing his fingers along the wet patch that had formed in your panties before bringing them up to your clit. He was having way too much fun teasing you and watching the frustration and embarrassment wash over you in waves. You rolled your eyes before a moan pulled from your throat. “Fuck! You, you’re who I think about…always been you” you managed to get out between heavy breaths as your hips moved against his fingers, desperately seeking that delicious friction to bring you any bit of relief. “See? Was that so hard?” He asked, making you whine at all of his teasing, earning a laugh from him as he placed kisses to the insides of your thighs. “So cute” he replied, making you bite your lip as he worked your underwear down from your legs and finally off of you.

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.

“Shit, just like that…” you said, listening to the loud, wet squelch of his fingers fucking you, curling within you to focus on that spot that had you rolling your eyes back. “Yeah? Gonna cum for me, baby?” He asked, as if he even needed to. He could feel it, the way your walls were beginning to tighten around his thick fingers, how your moans had raised steadily in pitch and your breaths grown far more ragged. “Mhmm, so- fuck! So close” you warned, brows knitted in pleasure as your grip in his hair tightened, making him moan into you as you tugged slightly at the roots. The vibration, paired with a few more well timed flicks of his tongue sent you soaring over the edge. He watched as your eyes rolled back into your head, back arching from the bed as you trembled with the force of your orgasm, crying out loudly as you did. “There we go, good girl. So pretty when you cum” he praised, enjoying the blissed out look on your face as you fought to catch your breath for a moment as he helped work you down from your high. You whined softly at the absence of his fingers, suddenly feeling so empty as he stood up to begin to strip himself of his clothes.

“Still with me, sweetheart?” He checked in with you as you sat up, watching intently as he brought his shirt up and over his head before tossing it aside, allowing you to gawk at his figure shamelessly. Even after all these years, he still looked so damn good. Broad, built chest that had a light speckle of hair, toned abs with a small trail of hair leading down from his naval into his pants. You knew he worked out to still remain in good shape for his job but you’d never had the chance to properly appreciate the fruits of his labor until now. “Hey you” he said as his fingers came to rest under your chin, tilting your head and your gaze up to meet his. “My eyes are up here” he said with a cocky grin, watching your face flush again as you smirked slightly yourself. “Indeed they are, but you can’t blame a girl for wanting to enjoy all of that, can you?” You replied, making him chuckle as he worked to undo his belt then the button and fly to his jeans as you watched on happily. “Suppose I can’t, not when I’ve got quite the eye candy right here in front of me” he answered, making you laugh as you bit your lip in anticipation, following the trail of his muscles down as he tossed his belt aside with a loud thunk! against the floor. You were enjoying this and he could tell. “On second thought, maybe I should just leave these on” he teased as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans, making you gasp and look at him with feigned offense as he stopped. “God, don’t you dare” you replied through your giggles, making him laugh as he finally took them off, sliding them down his legs and leaving him standing there in his tight boxers. You worked your bottom lip between your teeth once more as he rubbed himself through them, watching his cock throb beneath the thin layer of fabric. He looked like a Greek god, Adonis in mortal form standing there before you in all built muscle.

“Since you’re enjoying this so much, why don’t you do the honors?” He asked as he treaded closer, making you hum happily as you reached out to bring your hands to his hips. He watched as you worked them down his powerful thighs, taking in the way your eyes widened slightly as the tip slapped just below his naval once freed from the confines of his boxers. His cock throbbed at the expression on your face, a pleasant mix of surprise and excitement as you looked at him that left him harder than he swore he’d ever been in his life. “Fuck, don’t look at me like that. You have any idea what you’re doing to me?” He asked, making you hum with a grin as his hand smoothed along your jaw, thumb rubbing your cheek as your hands returned to his hips. “Think I have a pretty good idea” you answered as he moved to pull you into a soft but passionate kiss, groaning softly at the feel of your soft hands smoothing along his hips and torso as he kissed you. The touch was so tender, leaving a shudder to run down his spine at the almost foreign softness. He’d been so used to being grabbed harshly by hideous monsters or being thrown at walls that your gentle treatment almost caught him off guard.

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.

The coil in your core was growing tighter with each thrust, each passing brush of his cock against your bundle of nerves within. He could feel the way your walls were closing around him a little tighter, how your body arched into his touch and your moans had started to raise in pitch. “Leon, I…” you tried to warn, too consumed with pleasure to fully get the words out between your moans. “‘s okay baby, let go for me. I’ve got you” he assured, his eyes flitting to yours as your orgasm approached. His cock throbbed within you, seeing the way your pupils had blown with lust and how your pretty, kiss swollen lips formed into an O shape. You felt as that coil wound tightly within you, a few more thrusts paired with his fingers trailing down to massage your clit for a little extra friction was all it took before it snapped, leaving your back keening from the mattress once more. He couldn’t help but groan at the feel of your walls closing tightly around him as he continued to fuck you through your high, the sensation bringing him that much closer to his own peak. It was as he was going to ask you where you wanted him to cum that he felt you wrap your legs around his hips, effectively locking him in. He groaned lowly as you did, keeping him nestled deep within you. “Cum for me, wanna feel it” you said as you wrapped your arms around him and that was all it took to send him over the edge, lowering his face into the crook of your neck as he let out a feral growl. He gripped the headboard even tighter as he came, a loud and rather dramatic crack sounding through the room as he panted against your skin, spilling himself inside of you with each shallow thrust.

Despite the sound of your headboard all but crumbling beneath his weight, you both took a moment to enjoy the after glow of your intimacy. All shared smiles and soft kisses as that electricity still filled the air between you. He couldn’t help himself but look over at the picture frame on your night stand again, moving to place it face it down. “Sorry kid, but you’ll thank me later” he said, making you look to where his attention had drawn to before laughing. “You’re really never letting that go, are you?” You asked as you looked back at him, making him grin. “Never” he answered as you trailed your hands along his back soothingly while he softly kissed your neck. As if he didn’t have a similar picture of you in his wallet that he carried with him everywhere he went, but you didn’t need to know that. Not yet anyway. “I think you’ve more than settled the score. You broke my headboard” you replied through your giggles. “Means the frame’s gotta go next. Give me a reason to get a new, bigger bed. One for the both of us” he replied, making you hum at his implication as you kissed him. “Maybe dinner first?” You asked in reply, making him chuckle.

Oh how good it felt to be home.

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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!

You and Leon had been friends for as long as either of you could remember. You grew up in the same neighborhood together as kids, went through school together, and after you both graduated you were there for him as he went through the police academy. When he graduated from the academy you were there at his ceremony, smiling proudly and cheering him on when his parents couldn’t be there. The Polaroid pictures you’d taken together that day sat in a small frame sitting on your nightstand, holding up through all the tests of the last twenty-eight years. When he was going through a nasty break up the night before what was supposed to be his first day on the force, you were there. You’d sat and drank with him at the bar, consoling him and doing your best to cheer him up in all the ways only a best friend could ever do. Neither of you privy to the way the world would change so drastically within the coming hours, or how it would change your lives and your friendship forever. You remember being terrified when you didn’t hear from him after he’d made it into Raccoon City, then seeing the emergency broadcasts from your work about the evacuations and then eventually the so-called “sterilization.”When he saw you a few weeks after the incident, you could tell something in him changed a little bit but above it all, you were both so relieved to find out the other was okay. You cried as you hugged him that day, thinking that you’d lost him for good and he didn’t dare to bring himself to leave your side, staying with you for as long as he could.

From that point on was when you’d become practically inseparable.

He couldn’t tell you much of the missions he’d been on, what he’d encountered or been through over the years but one thing was always certain; you were the one bit of stability left in his life that he could take comfort in. The one constant he could always depend on. You were the first to hear when he was through with a mission and the first person he would come visit when he would return. Yours were the only pair of arms he’d let wrap around him once his gear was dropped to the floor by his feet and his boots were kicked off by the door out of habit like they belonged there. Like he belonged here, with you. You didn’t know much of his work but you were painfully aware of the lasting effects its had on him after all this time. The flashbacks, the persistent nightmares, the cold sweats. You sat up with him, despite his insistence you didn’t, at night when he’d find himself in the kitchen or living room because he couldn’t sleep. You helped him in cutting back on his drinking when the whiskey had started to become less of a luxury and more of a habit. Your home had slowly become his sanctuary with the way he’d come visit you then decide to never go back to his own place.

Why would he go back to it? It was empty, cold and devoid of every bit of life a home should have. There was no food in the fridge, nothing hanging on the walls, he hardly even had any furniture due to it being left vacant for long periods of time. But yours wasn’t. Yours was warm and inviting, with evidence of your life and your lives together scattered all about the house. Soft furniture with the scent of your favorite candles and perfume clinging to it, a pot of coffee almost always freshly brewed and your possessions lying about that always felt like a piece of you was around even if you weren’t home. Being there made him feel like someone finally wanted him around just for him. Not his skills, not for what he was capable of but for him. That someone cared he existed despite all of his flaws. He was no longer that same optimistic little boy you’d play with in the school yard or sit with at lunch when you were kids, nor was he the awkward but bright eyed, twenty-one year old rookie cop showing you how his new uniform looked on him for the first time, but he was still your best friend. Your soulmate. Despite everything he’d been through, everything the government and this world had shaped him into, he was still your Leon.

He always would be.

Your feelings for him over all these years were always something of a well guarded secret, something you’d buried deep down since high school when he started dating other girls. You were just his best friend after all. The person he’d come to for advice on girls but never the one to be asked out. The person he’d always pick as a partner for a project but never took to prom. The person whose house he frequented more than his own, yet never seemed to look at you the way he would at other girls. The best friend, the girl who was always there, dropped everything to be there but always overlooked. You stopped letting it get to you after high school, taking that as your hint that it just wasn’t meant to be in that way but that didn’t mean they’d ever gone away. Every time he leaves for a new mission your heart sinks with worry, leaving you on edge the whole time he’s gone and when he returns? You might as well be Velcro with the way you’re stuck by his side, fussing over any and every new scar or wound he’d come home with.

Not that he ever minded it, he liked when you’d fuss over him. He’d just never say it out loud.

So when you woke up one day, cooking breakfast while he fixed himself a cup of coffee before he had to be to work and you saw those black marks for the first time, you’d never been so scared. You squint your eyes a little to look at the spot peaking beneath the collar of his shirt, then to the few places that speckled his arm and much like a worried mother, you found yourself by his side in an instant. “Look at me” you’d said in a firm but worried tone, making him turn to you as you’d asked, allowing you to softly grab his face and tilt his head back and forth as you looked him over. Anyone else? He’d be annoyed in an instant, but you? Never. “Could’ve warned me it was inspection day, I’d have at least shaved first” he quipped and while usually a comment like that that would have made you laugh, you were far too concerned with the marks on his skin. “Are you feeling alright? You’ve got these-“ “black marks? Yeah, I know about ‘em. Had ‘em for a while now” he said, making your brows knit together as you frowned with concern and confusion. You’d never seen anything like this before and that scared you.

“How long have you had them?” You asked, looking to his other hand gripping the handle of his coffee mug to see it there too. It was like his skin was decaying in some spots yet the rest of him looked just fine. “Don’t know, maybe…a week? Woke up with them one day and they just haven’t gone away” he said, watching you turn his arm over in your much smaller, softer hands to look at them. “And you haven’t seen a doctor about it??” You asked, looking up at him with concern and now slight frustration at his nonchalance. “What are you, my mother?” He asked through a dry chuckle but clearly you weren’t entertained by his dismissal of it. “Leon…you need to have this checked out, it looks serious. You’ve been complaining about your body hurting and being tired a lot recently, I’d bet it has something to do with this” You fussed, running your fingers along the spots with curiosity making him sigh with defeat. He knew he wasn’t winning this one and knew well that he needed to get himself checked out, he just dreaded it. Last thing he wanted was for them to start appearing on you if he was contagious. “Aches and pains come with getting old” he said, making you roll your eyes and click your tongue at his stubbornness when it came to medical attention. He’d much rather swallow a few pain killers and go about his day than spend hours in the infirmary just to be told it’s something minor. “Not my point” you responded pointedly, making him surrender when you shot him that look that told him you were standing firm on this. “Alright, alright. I’ll stop by the infirmary before I come home tonight” he promised.

Neither of you had any idea of the news he’d be receiving after all the testing finally came back. Nor of the horrors he’d be put through upon its discovery by the DSO.

T-Virus.

A name you hadn’t heard in quite some time, it was popping up in people who survived the Raccoon City incident all those years ago. Something about the antibodies no longer being able to fight the infection as it mutates internally to overpower them. Unfortunately the stage of infection he was in wasn’t good either, he was getting worse by the day.

“They’re sending you on a fucking mission? In this condition?!” You said with anger in your voice as you both stood in the living room. He had a feeling you wouldn’t be too thrilled to hear this news. Hell, he wasn’t very happy himself, especially when it came to where he’d be going. “You know I don’t have a choice” he replied, making you sigh as you pinched the bridge of your nose to quell the dull ache beginning to ebb behind your eyes. “I know. I’m sorry, I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at the DSO for doing this to you. They know damn well the state that you’re in right now is dangerous. You can hardly crawl out of bed in the morning without swallowing a fuck ton of pain killers and those don’t even seem to help anymore. How can they honestly expect you to carry out a mission like this?” You asked rhetorically as you plopped down on the couch next to him with a frustrated sigh. “Oh then you’ll really love what else they told me” he quipped dryly as he leaned back into the couch. “Raccoon City…they’re making me go back” he said, looking down at the glass half full of whiskey in his hand that was now almost entirely covered in those gnarly marks. You turned to look at him as those words left his mouth, shock and disbelief written all over your features. “You can’t be serious…” you replied, hoping this was all nothing more than a joke or some fucked up nightmare. But his next words only solidified that this was all in fact real. “As a damn heart attack” he answered gruffly before taking a hefty swig of his drink, clearly feeling as opposed to it as you were. Rightfully so. “I thought they nuked that place off the map, why the hell would they make you go back there? After everything you went through…” you said, making him shrug and shake his head. “DSO’s orders” was all he answered with.

You knew he knew more than he was letting on, he just wasn’t able to tell you. Couldn’t bring himself to either, he’d never wanted to burden you with the details or his struggles because of it all. It was the biggest reason he’d always kept you at a slight distance despite your close friendship. If you were just a friend, someone who didn’t know the details of his job, he could keep a target from being placed on your back. Keep you from being hurt. It killed him to do so for all these years but above all else your safety was always his top priority. God knows if he could, he’d have gotten with you so long ago. By now, he liked to think he’d have hopefully been married to you and you’d have both settled down to live a happy life. Together. But that wasn’t how his life played out, instead he was stuck a government agent whose every will bent to the government’s orders. No privacy, no quiet life, no life outside of it all really. Just a man forever on the move, stuck with all the horrors of fighting against a world way too obsessed with bioterrorism.

And now, he was dying.

He was only 49, yet his body was on the same rapid decline of someone almost double his age. He’d seen the world, sure, but not in the ways he wanted to. Became a cop but had that dream squandered on only his first day. That bucket list of his could be all but forgotten at this rate, not that he’d ever really had the chance to cross anything off it to begin with. He certainly didn’t have the time now. Above it all though? He regretted not giving into his desires sooner, no longer knowing truly how long he had left to spend with you now. Unfortunately, he knew it was better this way. He’d come to terms with the idea even before his diagnosis that he’d die alone, never having the chance to tell you how he really felt. But that never meant he had to like it. If there was one person in this fucked up world he was determined to sacrifice anything to keep safe however, it was you. It would always be you. So when the day would eventually come, he could at least go peacefully knowing you’d be okay. Knowing he’d saved someone who meant the world to him and finally made a difference after all this time.

It broke him to see you so sad because of him, to know that every time you saw those marks marring his body a slight frown would pull at your lips, even if you tried your best to hide it. He never wanted to worry you, never wanted to burden you, never wanted to make you feel anything less than happy. This world was already fucked up enough, to have someone in it still so hopeful, so happy gave him the hope he thought he’d lost so long ago. You were his beacon of light in the darkness that always seemed to follow him, the sun after a raging storm. Warm, comforting and evidence that even through all the evil he’d seen, that good still resided in this world and could be just as impactful. He hated the idea of him ever possibly dimming your light. He never wanted you to sink to where he’d come to, have a cloud even so much as pass through your bright blue skies.

He’d never felt more broken than the night he’d told you his diagnosis, watching the tears well to your eyes as you’d hugged him, clinging to him like he’d disappear at any moment. Your sobs made his chest ache and a few stray tears welled to his tired eyes as he’d heard you brokenly mutter “I can’t do this without you…” into his chest as he held you tightly in his arms. From that moment, his usual vow of always making it home had doubled in its strength and meaning. He had to come back home to you, had to come back safe so that he could see you and finally tell you everything he’d been holding back all these years. He needed to either find a cure and make up for all the lost time, or pray he could make it through and live long enough to hold you just one last time but in the way he’d been wanting to for far too long.

The hug you gave him that morning before he left held a sea of emotions behind it. Sadness and fear lay among the many but along with it, were all the things left unspoken between you. All the words you dare not say and all the words he wasn’t brave enough to just yet. It killed you, but if it was how it had to be, then you could live with that knowing he’d still be by your side. “Don’t do anything stupid” you said, making him chuckle as that was something you’d often tell him when you were kids before he’d do anything big or now, as adults, when he’d go on missions. It was a sentiment he treasured and an order he rarely ever abided by but he would always find his way back home to you. “Me? Never” he quipped in reply, hoping to see a smile raise to your face at the response he’d always given you to that order. “Please be safe” you added, feeling so incredibly empty as his arms withdrew from you. “Always” he replied as he begrudgingly made his way to the front door, dreading every second of the task ahead of him but knowing that the sooner he left, the sooner he’d be back to you. “Leon..?” You asked trepidatiously, making him turn to see you looking down at your hands, fumbling with the hem of your shirt as a soft sniffle sounded from you. “Yeah?” He asked, heart aching as you lifted your gaze to look at him with tears in your eyes. “Promise me you’ll come back home…yeah?” you said, feeling the hot tears streak down your cheeks as you asked something from him that you knew was never a given. Not with his line of work.

Yet he couldn’t help himself. If there was one objective he was determined to fulfill, it was this one. So there was only one answer he could give to that. “I promise” he said, making you hug him tightly one last time. “Give ‘em hell out there, then come back home as soon as you can, okay?” you said, feeling him hug you back like it may be the last one he’d ever give you. You prayed it wouldn’t be. “Yes ma’am” he replied, making you chuckle softly before you looked up at him, smiling the best you could despite the tears in your eyes. He wanted so badly in that moment to kiss you, to run his hand through your hair and promise you everything would be alright, that he’d be home before you knew it but he couldn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to hurt you like that should he not be able to keep it, so he promised himself he’d finally go for it when he came back. No more secrets, no more pretending. A dying man’s mission to make it through, if nothing more than for the woman he loved.

Never in your life had the span of 48 hours felt so incredibly long than they had while Leon was gone on this excursion but when you’d finally received that text, you’d never felt so relieved. “Coming home.” it read. It was short, sweet and told you everything you needed to know. He’d kept his promise. So there you sat on your couch, waiting for the sound of his heavy boots along your front porch and his key turning the lock in the door.

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.

You wanted to kiss him so bad in that moment but didn’t. You’d just gotten him back, the last thing you wanted was to risk scaring him away should he not feel the same way. So you did as you always do, shoved it down and took the more platonic approach. Even if it killed you inside a little bit to do so, you were just happy he was home. “I’m so glad” you replied as you stood there and held one another, happy to see him home, in one piece and doing better than you’d seen him in a while, and Leon happy to have come home to you like he promised.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I’m sure you’re tired and sore and probably starving too. I was just getting ready to make dinner, got all the stuff to make your favorite!” You said excitedly as you pulled away to allow him to finally settle in some. “I’m fine, really” he said through a soft chuckle. It had only been two days and yet he missed you fussing over him like this. It truly made him feel at home. Really, he just missed you but he wasn’t sure how to say that. “You go get changed into something comfy and relax, I’ll have dinner ready in just a few!” You said but as you were turning to walk into the kitchen, his hand caught your arm gently to stop you.

“Actually, can dinner wait a sec?” He asked you, his tone a lot softer now making you turn to look at him to see an almost desperate look on his face. He looked as if something was weighing heavily on his mind, like he had something he needed to tell you. “O-Of course! Is everything okay?” You asked, concern flashing over your face briefly as you both made your way over to the couch, sitting next to one another. “Yeah, yeah. Everything’s fine. I just…wanted to enjoy this for a little while longer” he assured, breathing a deep sigh of relief as he leaned back into the plush leather of the couch before he smiled at you reassuringly but to you, it still looked as if something was being left unsaid.

Of course there was, he had so much on his mind to say, so many things he wanted to tell you he just didn’t know how to say it.

You rested your head against his shoulder, taking in the comforting and familiar scent of his cologne from his fitted shirt. Something woody and musky, mixed with the leather of his jackets he always wore and that faint hint of gunpowder and metal that always clung to him. “Leon, I know you. There’s something you’re not telling me” you teased with a soft smile while looking up at him, still in somewhat disbelief that he was here and okay. “Yeah, there is. Just uhh…trying to find the right words to say it all” he admitted honestly, making you sit up to look at him properly as you brought your hand to his in an attempt to comfort him. He struggled with opening up, voicing things he felt at times was something he rarely ever liked to do but with you, it felt a little easier. He just couldn’t hold onto it anymore, he needed you to hear it, needed you to know what he’d been keeping to himself for all this time. “It’s okay, take your time. I’m here for you. You can tell me anything” you said so sweetly, so reassuringly as you patiently allowed him all the time he needed to find the proper words before speaking them.

“The first time I was there, Raccoon City, when it all happened I…I couldn’t make a difference” he started to say, his brows furrowing in frustration a little as he struggled to find the words. You could see the pain in his eyes while he spoke. “Was just a rookie cop wanting to help people and I couldn’t. I couldn’t save everyone I came across. Going back to finally finish things…that’s all I could think about. Wanting to save people, making the difference I couldn’t make back then” he continued and you ever so patiently listened, just like you always do. “When I was there I met someone, a girl who reminded me a lot of who I used to be when it all first happened. How scared and confused she was by it all but so determined to make a difference that she just wouldn’t quit. She said something that really stuck with me” he added while looking down at your hands joined together, taking in the size difference and how scarred his looked now after being cured but noting how it didn’t stop you from holding them. How even when he was riddled with those marks from the T-Virus, unknowing of whether it was contagious or not, you were never disgusted or afraid to touch him or to comfort him when he needed it, just like you were doing now. He squeezed your hand softly in his, a gesture that spoke to how he was feeling in a way he knew only you would understand. You brought yourself a little closer, still allowing him as much space as he needed but further proving to him that you were there for him, that you were happy to be his comfort. His solace in moments of torment.

“She said she didn’t want any more regrets, that whatever it took, to count her in and when she said that…all I could think of was you” he said as he looked back up at you. “For years I’ve held so many regrets. Not being able to save as many people as I’d have liked, not being able to change things from the past but my biggest regret was keeping you at a distance” he continued, making a look of confusion rise softly to your face. “Leon, you haven’t-“ “I have. I have for so long and as I got up to continue on, determined to keep fighting to keep that promise I made you, all I could think of was that if I died there, I’d die holding the biggest regret of not telling you what you really mean to me” he said, grabbing your other hand in his as he looked at you, watching you try to process everything he was saying. “I love you. I have for so damn long and as I was there, all I could think about was coming home and telling you everything that I’d been wanting to tell you all these years. How much I regret not having asked you to be mine and now that I’m here, that I’m cured, I can’t bring myself to keep pretending anymore. To keep calling you just a friend like those feelings don’t exist” he admitted, making your heart hammer against your chest at his confession.

You brought one of your hands up to cup his cheek, thumb rubbing gently, soothingly against his stubble as you looked at him with a soft smile. “Leon, I am yours. I always have been, since the day we met” you replied. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear those words from you” you added, smiling even wider as you watched a small grin stretch to his lips. “Thank goodness, was a little worried there for a second” he quipped, making you laugh softly as you looked at him. “And just when I thought my day couldn’t get any better, the man I’ve been in love with comes home cured and professes his love to me. Feel like I’ve just won the lottery” you replied, making you both laugh as the air between you changed, something far less tense and more electric. It made you feel like you were a teenager all over again, how your heart raced in your chest as you stared at him like he hung the stars. “Can I kiss you?” He asked, making a love sick grin stretch to your lips. “Oh this day just gets better and better” you added through giggles. “Do you even have to ask?” You quipped in return, making him chuckle as you boldly leaned in and kissed him. You could hear the sharp inhale he’d taken out of anticipation as your lips melded with his, his hands finding their way to your hips as he picked you up, moving you to now straddle his lap. He’d kept you at arms distance for far too long, now he needed to have you close and he wanted you as close to him as he could possibly have you.

You hummed quietly into the passionate kiss as his hands softly traveled along your curves, sparking a fire within your core and causing goosebumps to rise to your skin. “Missed you” he said into it, making you giggle. “You were only gone for two days” you replied playfully as you leaned back a little, making him grunt at your response in somewhat of a pout. “Two days too long” he replied as his hands desperately tried to pull you closer, if it was even possible to be any closer to him at this rate, making you laugh and it was like music to his ears. “I missed you too. Though I figured that went without saying” you finally answered, making the pout on his lips subside just a little bit. “Still doesn’t hurt to hear it out loud” he answered making you giggle again as you kissed him once more, feeling something nudge between your legs slightly. You gave a sound of interest at the feeling, breaking the kiss for just a moment to look down between you then back up at him. “Well, seeing as we’re working through not having any more regrets and not hiding any secrets…care to try something you won’t regret?” You asked as you grinned down at him, watching him mirror your grin as he pieced together your insinuation before he replied.

“Do you even have to ask?”

[bisexualiteaa]

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 was mornings like these, the soft ones where the light slowly began to sift in through the blinds that he felt the luckiest. Sitting there beneath fuzzy blankets and sheets that weren’t his, your frame cuddled up into him as you only just began to stir from your sleep. Your hair lay tousled about on your pillows, one of his form-fitting, black compression shirts draped over your frame like the perfect night dress. All time seemed to cease for a moment, the world disappearing around him as he sat there, admiring you and how peaceful you look next to him. So soft, so happy. You’re like a dream he never wanted to wake up from. He couldn’t help but wonder how a girl like you could ever get caught up in and decide to stick with a man like him. He felt like the luckiest man in the world when you’d wake up and smile at him as you’d catch him staring, a slight flush rising to his cheeks before he’d reach out to move your hair from your face. “You’re staring” you stated softly but with a playful lilt to your tone, making him give a half chuckle as a slight blush blossomed to his face. “Sorry. You make it kinda hard not to” he replied honestly, making you smile a little wider as you giggled softly. “It’s okay, I don’t mind” you answered sweetly before bringing your lips to his in a soft, loving kiss. One of his larger hands fell to the dip of your hip as you kissed him, holding you and keeping you close. Protecting you.

Mornings home after lengthy missions away were always a bit tough for him to adjust to, to understand that you’re actually here with him rather than it being just a pleasant dream. Often you’d find him touching you in some capacity, not so much in a sexual way but as a means of grounding himself to reality. Whether it was a hand running through your hair, or his arms wrapped around your midsection he would place his hand upon your skin to feel your warmth, it was comforting to him. He just needed to know this was real, that you were here, he was home. He was safe.

He gave a sound of intrigue into your shared kiss as you rolled on top of him beneath the covers, knees straddling his hips as you firmly planted yourself on his lap. “Well good morning” he said playfully with a grin, making you laugh softly as you kissed him once more. One of his hands cradled your cheek as the other traveled down your back to your plump ass, giving it a pleasant squeeze as you rocked your hips against his. A moan left the both of your lips in unison, one of your hands gripping the headboard for stability as the fingers of your other hand danced along his exposed neck and chest. The ache in your legs from activities the night prior had begun to make itself known to you but you couldn’t find it in yourself to stop. You’d missed him so terribly while he was away, wanting to enjoy every moment you get to spend with him now that he was home. You could tell the feeling was mutual by that look in his stunning blue eyes that always left you so incredibly weak. Your clothed hips bucked against his, chasing that much needed friction, chasing desire as you laid there together, allowing the morning to cradle you both in its palms as you showered him with your love and affection.

It didn’t take very long at all for the both of you to finally discard what little clothing you were wearing, opting for the feel of each other’s warmth against you completely. To feel each other’s hearts race under the heat of each other’s skin while pressed closely together. You sighed blissfully as he entered you with ease, your head tilted back as your eyes fluttered closed for a moment, relishing in the pleasurable stretch and feel of him resting heavily amidst your walls. His eyes carefully scanned your body with admiration and awe, looking you over as if he wished to capture this moment in his mind forever. Something pleasant to remember when he was away, a mental picture to remind himself of what he’s so lucky to come home to every time he leaves. His calloused hands planted themselves at your hips to help you down onto him, another reminder to himself that this was real, this was home. You felt his thumbs rub soothing shapes into your skin as his eyes found the evidence of your shared passion from the night before. Analyzing the bruises blossoming along the column of your neck and down your chest, a few dotting the swell of your breasts before he’d come to momentarily peek at the space where you were both connected. He looked back up at you, a flush had already begun to set on his cheeks thinking of how he was rushed with you last night, allowing himself to lose all restraint the moment you were beneath him. Today, he didn’t want that.

He wanted to take it slow.

Nothing in his life before you was ever slow or stable even. Meant to be enjoyed. Yet in this moment he knew for once that wasn’t the case. He could stop and just bask in you, in your love, as much as he pleased. That’s all he ever wanted anymore, really. “So pretty” he spoke as the deep, gravely rasp of sleep still rested rather heavy in his vocal cords. He watched you smile down at him from the compliment, your hands finding his broad chest for stability and to feel as close to him as you possibly could. “Says you” you replied, making him chuckle and blush a little darker. “You think I’m pretty?” He asked playfully but you could tell it was something he’d never been told before. Something only you’d ever said to him. “I do. Your eyes are very pretty, I get lost looking in them all the time” you replied truthfully, your voice soft and quiet as if such confessions would scare him away should you speak them any louder. “Your nose is pretty too” you added, leaning down to place a kiss to the bridge of his nose to add effect to your words.

Leon was a man of action when it came to showing his love for you, often expressing his feelings through his actions rather than his words. So you wanted to reciprocate that for once. Show him the same kind of love that he shows you.

He deserved it. Always.

“Your freckles are very pretty, I love looking at them” you continued, placing a soft kiss to both of his cheeks against the faint blemishes. “You have a very nice jawline too” you added before placing a kiss to his jaw. “Need I say anything about your lips?” You asked with a slight grin, making him chuckle. “Don’t have to. But you can show me how much you like them” he replied softly in his unique way of asking something of you, which he doesn’t do very often at all, making you hum with delight. “I can definitely do that” you responded, leaning forward without a moment of hesitation before pulling him into a sweet kiss. You began to rock your hips as you did, leaving you both to pant and moan into the shared kiss, feeling his thickness rubbing against your warm, welcoming walls, tip nestled at the apex of your cervix. “Fuck…” was all he could get out in between your kisses, somewhere between a moan and a whimper as his fingers dug into the fat of your hips. That was all the encouragement you needed to continue exactly what you were doing. “Feel good?” You asked him gently as you began to move your hips up and down, setting a slow but steady pace. “Yeah, really good” he responded through breathless pants and groans, chasing after your lips desperately.

He watched as your jaw fell slack with a particularly loud moan, the scrunch of your brows in pleasure as his tip nudged a sensitive spot within you. You gave a higher pitched moan in surprise as his hips bucked to hit that spot, almost in reflex. Like he craved to chase your pleasure even more than his own. “Right there…” you let out, hiding your burning face into the crook of his shoulder as he began to meet your thrusts. The bed began to creak beneath you, wooden frame groaning in protest to your movements despite them not being that rough. “Look at me, baby. Wanna see you” Leon said, making you pick your head up. That ache in your legs from before had begun to swell, causing your pace to falter and slow. Leon took note of this, paired with the slight twist of pain on your face and soon helped you. “I’ve got you” he assured, his hands resting once again on your hips as he helped move you up and down. “Oh fuck, Leon…” you moaned out, one hand tangling in the sheets beneath you both and the other gripping his shoulder for stability.

At this angle he was practically using you, reaching deep within you with each thrust upwards. He watched as you bit your lip, your eyes rolling back in bliss as his tip nudged that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over with practiced precision. Your moans filled the room, joined by the sound of skin slapping against skin in a sinful cacophony as you looked down at Leon beneath you. He was such a beautiful sight, especially when he’d let himself go like this. His eyes were fixed on you, face flushed red and a thin sheen of sweat collecting along his forehead and chest. Occasionally his gaze would drop to watch your breasts bounce with each bit of movement, or to watch himself disappear within you before reemerging but when his eyes met yours again, he looked at you like you were a goddess hanging the stars in the sky.

“Feels s’ good…” you managed to get out through your moans that were growing higher in pitch and closer together in duration, telling him you were getting close. He could feel as your walls began to contract around him, practically sucking him in even deeper with each thrust. “Fuck I love it when you squeeze me like that…” he let out, tipping his head back against the pillow for a moment as he moaned. “So close, Leon” you warned, feeling that coil in the pit of your stomach grow tighter and tighter. You just needed one last push to fall over the edge. His hand reached down to your throbbing clit, his fingers rubbing slow but precise circles to help you get there. That was all it took before a string of curses, mixed with his name, fell from your lips like a wanton prayer. He watched as your back arched, feeling your nails dig into his skin as your face contorted with pleasure. He loved watching you cum, the way your brows furrow together, your jaw falls slack and your breath staggers. You just looked so beautiful like that, carefree of all else around you other than him. Perhaps it was a little selfish but he loved knowing he was the one to make you feel this way, that he was the only one to get to see you like this.

He wasn’t far behind you, his pace beginning to falter little by little before groaning as he found his release, panting with each snap of his hips as he throbbed deep within you. You smiled down at him softly, leaning in to kiss him once more as you both rode out your highs before finally settling. This time it was much softer, much sweeter with the way you cradled his cheek as you kissed him before pressing your forehead to his, just taking in and enjoying the moment together. Allowing yourselves to enjoy the afterglow, letting your heart rates settle and breathing even out a bit but still remain close. Neither of you were in a hurry to go anywhere, no need to leave this moment until you felt you were ready. “Ya know, my original intention was to get up and make us breakfast…” you said with a soft smirk, making him chuckle. “Something tells me if you couldn’t walk before, you definitely can’t now” he quipped, making you give a bubbly laugh that he swore could soothe his every ache and worry. “And whose fault is that?” You asked teasingly as you leaned back a little to look at his face as you said it, making him give another chuckle in response.

Breakfast could wait, you wanted to enjoy this for a little bit longer. Something told you he did too.

[bisexualiteaa]

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

[bisexualiteaa]

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

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It was finally the weekend, that long holiday weekend that you had been looking forward to after such a hellish week at work. You had tonight and three whole days of freedom, free to celebrate however you wished. So you decided, what better way to spend the night than to cut loose at the club? So that’s exactly what you did. You tagged along with a few of your friends from work, shots in hand every few songs that blasted over the speakers to keep a steady buzz going all through the night, just trying to let go of the stress and have some fun. It felt so long since the last time you did. As you were dancing, the beat of the absurdly loud music filling the bar flowed through you, rattling your bones in a way that made you feel so alive after such an incredibly taxing week.

You were walking back out onto the dance floor and over to your friends, bringing over the shots you’d ordered seeing as it was your turn in rotation to buy. It was while you were waiting for your shots up at the bar when you noticed someone sitting across the way. Tall, broad and handsome, dark hair, leather jacket and with a drink in hand. He looked to be about your age from what you could tell, quite handsome too but you couldn’t really see his face. “Hey! I saw this really hot guy up at the bar!” You shouted over the music, passing out the shots to your friends as you all huddled together. Of your friend group, you were the only one currently single. The other girls either already had a significant other, or at the very least someone they were talking to. You just weren’t having the best of luck these days in the dating market. Between guys that didn’t like how much money you made compared to them, ones that were still way too immature for their age or ones that didn’t seem to be over their exes quite yet, you just wanted to find someone you connected with.

“I kinda think I wanna try and talk to him, should I?” You asked them, earning gasps and giggles from your friends at the exciting news. “Yes!! Of course you should!!” One of them said. “Yeah! What the heck are you still doing over here? Go talk to him!!” Another replied. “Go snatch him up before someone else does!” The last one responded, doing their best to build up your confidence to talk to him. “Okay, okay! I’m gonna do it!” You replied confidently, earning cheers from them as they rose their shot glasses up in a toast of good luck to you. You took the shot along with them, kicking it back with ease before they cheered you on. “Go get ‘em girl!!” Two of them said before the other practically pushed you towards the direction of the bar.

You laughed to yourself a bit as you made your way there, empty shot glass in hand, mulling over the idea of if you should order another drink or do this completely sober. You decided to judge it based on how the encounter goes. Start it sober but if you need to, you could always order another drink to help you open up a bit more. When you boldly made your way over to the mystery man who had caught your eye, you learned very quickly that he wasn’t a mystery man at all. You knew him.

And I was like “huh.”

“Holy shit! Leon? Is that you?” You asked, finding yourself flabbergasted at the man that sat in front of you, glass of whiskey in hand. He looked so different from when you saw him last. He was a little bit taller, definitely far more toned, his hair was a lot darker too but it was like age had graced him rather than hit him. The saying “aging like a fine wine” was certainly fitting for him in this situation, you swore he looked even better now than he did back then. Despite the differences however, there were still a few things about him that were just so…distinctly Leon. There was certainly no confusing his signature hairstyle or those beautiful blue eyes of his. Hell, even his style has stayed pretty much the same since you saw him last.

When did you get hot? All the sudden I could look you up and down all day!

He turned to you as you spoke to him, eyes going wide for a moment and blinking repeatedly in surprise as you stood there before him in the shortest dress he’d ever recalled seeing on you. He tried his best not to choke on his drink as he set the glass down before giving a chuckle. “Hey! It’s been a while. Surprised you still remember me” he replied half-jokingly, making you laugh. “Forget my best friend the Leon Kennedy? As if!” You quipped, pulling him into a tight, warm hug he had no idea he needed until that very moment. Damn, even his cologne made him smell sexy, you couldn’t help but breathe a little of it in as you hugged him. Something luxurious surely, that sort of woodsy, musky scent mixed with the leather of his jacket and the whiskey in his hand just came together in such a lovely way. Something that embodied all of his depth and complexities.

Shit, maybe you did need a drink for this just to keep your confidence up. Where once upon a time you’d felt like you were way out of his league, now you were starting to feel like he was out of yours.

When did you get hot? I think I would remember if you had that face.

“So what‘s a girl like you doing in a place like this? Don’t remember you being a big drinker” He asked, genuinely interested in what you’ve been up to since last you saw one another. “Oh! I came here with a few of my coworkers, we’re just out celebrating the start of the long weekend after a shitty week at work” you replied as the bartender slid a drink your way, offering them a thank you in return but your gaze never left Leon, it’s like you couldn’t tear your eyes from him. “That makes two of us then” Leon replied, making you giggle. “Hell yeah! Hey, I’ll drink to that” you said raising your glass to tap against his, a resounding clink marking your celebratory toast. “How about you? How’ve you been?” You asked excitedly, your eyes fixed on him completely as he spoke, as if he was the only person in the whole world at that moment. He definitely took note of that, as well as taking note of the way it made a fluttering sensation begin to take root in the pit of his stomach. “Oh you know, the usual run around. Just got back from New York a few days ago actually” he responded, taking a hearty swig of his drink as he spoke of his last mission. Details he’d never be able to tell you but maybe it was better that way. That way maybe you won’t end up running away if you knew the truth of what he did for a living. “Woah. Must’ve been pretty rough with the way you’re pounding that back” you joked, making him chuckle. “Oh what have that way? It was loads of fun” he said sarcastically, making you laugh again and a small grin stretched to his lips at the sound. Who knew he’d wind up lucky enough to have a slice of his old life back?

You two had known each other for what felt like your whole lives having gone to school together, you practically grew up with one another. You were even there with him when he was going through the police academy. You still have the Polaroid picture of you two that you took together when he graduated, it sat right on your nightstand next to your bed in a little mini collage of pictures you had collected over the years of you together. You were always his greatest support system, helping him through late night studies, half assed projects and everything in between. His best friend he could go to for anything, no matter how crazy, no matter how late it was, you were always there. He missed that, having that sort of stability in his life was something he craved anymore, especially now that he was getting older. Last time you saw Leon was when he was twenty-one, getting hammered at the bar over a rather nasty break up the night before his first day on the force. You were there with him that night, doing your best to console him, take care of him. All the things a best friend would do. It was after that next day when he went in that you didn’t see him again until now.

Sixteen years later.

It was crazy to think how much time had gone by since that night, how different things were now. You could tell he’d definitely changed a lot since that last night you were with him. He certainly wasn’t that bright eyed, overly optimistic twenty-one year old anymore. Something a little darker had begun to take root within him, like he’d seen things he shouldn’t have, done things he wasn’t proud of. Forced to mature in ways he should’ve never had to yet to you, he was still Leon. Your best friend, even after all this time. Only now as your conversations carried on, suddenly you weren’t looking at him as just a friend anymore.

Did a double take, triple take, take me to naked twister back at your place!

“You look great by the way, did you dye your hair?” you asked him him as you went to toy with his hair, a slight tinge of heat rising to your cheeks at your own flirtation. His cheeks heat up a little too as he felt your fingers in his soft locks, nails gently grazing his scalp in a way that was oddly comforting as he gave a chuckle. “No actually, just comes with age I guess” he joked in reply. “Why? Does it not look good?” He asked, making you giggle, knowing he was fishing for compliments now but you didn’t care. He deserved it in your eyes. “No! No, it looks good on you actually. Damn, age really has done you all kinds of favors” you replied, making him grin as a slight flush rose to his cheeks again at the way your eyes scanned his face. He felt so exposed for a moment, something he normally didn’t like but for you it felt…different. “Really? I feel like thirty-seven hit me like a bus. Sure feels like it anyway” he replied, finishing off the rest of his drink in one sip. “Hell, thirty-seven’s never looked better if you ask me. You’re a lot less puppy dog cute and more roguishly handsome now” you added boldly, taking him a bit by surprise at how forward and flirtatious you were being with him. Not that he was complaining, it was nice to know that someone still found him attractive despite knowing he’d let himself go a bit. Even nicer that it was the girl who stole his heart all those years ago.

“Roguishly handsome, huh?” He asked. “Think it’s the stubble, gotta say I never thought I’d see the day you’d let anything grow. You were always so meticulous about shaving and keeping it clean” you replied with a soft smile. “But I think it looks really good on you, brings out your jawline and your eyes a little more” you continued, unaware that you’d gone on a ramble of complimenting him. “Careful now or I might start to think you’re flirting with me” he said teasingly, making you both chuckle. “And…if I am? Would that be a crime?” You asked playfully, unsure whether it was the buzz of the alcohol helping you be so bold or if maybe it was all that time spent apart. Either way you had to admit, you’d missed him over the years, missed going to your best friend with all your accomplishments and gossip. Missed going on late night excursions for no other reason than you were bored and wanted the company. Who knows, maybe he was the one you’d been searching for, the one that was here all this time and you just didn’t know it at the time. Perhaps this was your chance to rectify that. After all there was only one way to find out.

“I’m glad you are” he replied truthfully with a grin, easing the anxious beating of your heart as he smiled at you a little softer now. “If anything, I think it’s long overdue” he jabbed, making you laugh again. “Oh really now?” You replied with a playful smirk, waiting to hear his explanation. “C’mon, we’ve known each other for how long now? You remember all the rumors back in high school that everyone thought we were dating?” He asked, making you hum at his reply. “I do and I remember them only getting worse after we went to prom together” you replied through your giggles. “I still remember that night” you added, making him smile. “Me too. Remember both of our dates being jerks so we went together” he replied, making you reminisce on the memory. “That slow dance with you meant everything to me” you admitted, remembering how your date stood you up then you found them kissing someone else by the bathrooms. You thought the whole world had come crashing down around you back then. Leon found you on the bleachers by yourself crying, offering to dance with you in their place and from that point on, you’d spent the whole night together. “Still think about it every time take my breath away plays” he replied, making you hum with a grin. “Me too” you responded. “I wanted to kiss you so bad but I didn’t want to piss you off either since you’d been crying” he added, making you laugh. “Aww c’mon now you’re making me feel bad” you replied through your giggles as you both laughed.

“I guess you really never fully understand what you have ‘til you don’t have it anymore” you added. “What’s the saying? Distance makes the heat grow fonder or some shit? ” He asked teasingly, making you laugh at the point he was getting at. “Oh, is that it?” You asked playfully in return, making him grin as he shrugged nonchalantly. “Just saying, it would make sense” he answered boldly as you shook your head with a passive roll of your eyes. “Good to know some things never change” you responded, making him grin. “What? Me being right?” He asked, making you laugh and shake your head in disbelief despite knowing he was only doing it on purpose to get a rise from you. “No, that big head of yours. Surprised you could even fit through the door with how big your ego is” you replied with a slightly mischievous grin. “Okay, first of all, ouch. And second, don’t see you complaining” he replied teasingly and he definitely had you there. “No because now you have stupidly good looks to back it up with and that’s almost even more infuriating” you joked in response, making you both laugh. Your dynamic had certainly remained the same after all this time, as if nearly two decades of distance had never passed by.

Baby, baby, mmm it’s thickenin’ the plot. When did you get hot?

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“It might be bold of me to ask this but do you…maybe wanna get out of here?” You asked trepidatiously for the first time all night, heat rushing to your cheeks as your heat raced with the anticipation of his answer. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to hear those words from you?” He asked, making you light up at his reply and he swore for a moment that for once, all was right in the world. That the fucked up things he’s put up with all this time led to a greater blessing. His heat raced at the sound of your gorgeous laugh while you both continued to chat as you closed out your tabs then finally headed out the door together.

When you made it to his car, immediately the tension between you was palpable as it hung thick in the air. You watched him get situated in the driver’s seat and you weren’t sure what came over you in that moment but your body moved before you could even think to stop yourself. You didn’t even let him start it before you leaned yourself over the console and pulled him in for a kiss. Instantly you heard him take a deep breath in as your lips came to his, as if he had been waiting nearly his whole life to share this intimate moment with you. His heart raced in his chest in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time, a feeling in the pit of his stomach beginning to flutter again as a heat began to take root. You had a beautiful way of making him feel young again. One of his larger, slightly calloused hands quickly came up to cradle your cheek softly to keep you close. A show that he wanted this, that he wanted you. You couldn’t help but smile into it a little as electricity buzzed through you at the feel of his lips against yours. You could faintly taste the whiskey he was drinking from his lips and you wanted more.

He let out a delicious low groan as you brought his bottom lip between your teeth, gently nipping and pulling it back with you a little before releasing with a cheeky grin. He immediately would chase after you, wanting to close any distance left between you as fast as possible. Like a drug he needed you, he craved you like nothing else in this world. You couldn’t help the soft, playful giggle that slipped past your lips when you teasingly denied his tongue entry to mingle with your own. Sure, you may have initiated things but you wanted him to work for it. You felt his other hand come to rest on the curve of your ass, giving it a nice squeeze that earned a decadent moan from you, allowing him his chance to deepen the kiss. He’d spent nearly twenty years dreaming of this moment, of having you in his arms kissing you and hopefully, finally getting to call you his. He certainly wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip from his grasp.

All care for the world around you immediately disappeared the moment his tongue tangled with yours. You didn’t care that you were making out in a dark parking lot behind a building like you were dumb, love drunk teenagers again, truthfully you didn’t care if anyone would pass by and see you two either. In that moment it was just you and Leon, nothing else mattered. He could already feel his cock throbbing in his pants, weeping for any trace of your attention. His breath hitched as your other hand fell to his thigh, just close enough to leave him craving your touch. You grinned into it, knowing exactly what you were doing to him. And he loved every second of it. One of his hands moved from you to find the one you’d laid on his thigh, bringing it up higher before stopping at his dick. He moaned into the messy kiss as you rubbed him through his pants, giving him that friction and pressure that he ached for. “Fuck…” he panted into it, turning you on even further.

You broke the kiss for a moment to breathe, leaving you both panting heavily as your faces lay flushed and lips all kiss swollen. “That make up for me not kissing you at prom?” You asked teasingly, making him laugh. “Only if you promise it won’t be the last time I get to kiss you” he replied, making you grin. “Definitely not. However I can’t make any promises that it’ll only be kisses though once we make it to your place” you insinuated as you looked at him with a beautiful, half lidded mischievous grin while slowly undoing the button and zipper of his pants, making him chuckle as he finally started the car, placing a hand to your thigh before kissing your cheek. “I think I can handle that. Just know whatever you decide to do to me on the way there, I’m not afraid to do back to you ten fold” he answered, making you bite your lip as you giggled in excitement as he started the drive to his place.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time”

[bisexualiteaa]

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!! ☺️

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It had been a shit day out on the floor. Since the moment you came in that morning, people were flooding into the clinic left and right. While you were used to that, you at least had a few people who could help you with assisting and treating patients. Today however? You weren’t so lucky. From the very start, your day was filled with frustration and stress from coworkers not doing their jobs right or worse, not knowing how to do their jobs it seemed. You felt like you were everywhere all at once all day long and at this point, you were running on fumes. You could hardly even enjoy your lunch in peace without someone finding you, coming by to ask you a question or needing your help which left you unfortunately abandoning your food. Thankfully, you only had a few hours left but it already felt like it had been the longest day of your life.

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.

“Well…I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t some of that behind it too” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly as the words left him, making you hum then giggle as you found an empty room and closed the door behind you both.

He quickly took a seat in the examination chair, watching you intently as you prepped everything to examine the source of his pain. “Well? As much as I love you just sitting there and watching me work you’re gonna have to lift that shirt up, pretty boy. I gotta see what’s going on. Can’t patch you up through the fabric” you said flirtatiously, washing your hands for what felt like the billionth time before putting on a pair of gloves. He gave a chuckle, standing up to take his shirt off entirely, oozing far too much confidence as he did so. Like he’d been dying for any excuse to do so, just to see the look on your face. “Or you know, that works too” you said, heat rushing to your cheeks once again as you couldn’t help but take in his incredible build. Broad chest, strong arms, toned abs, you’d swear he was a work of art brought to life. After watching him lean back with a grin, a grunt slipped from his lips leaving him to clutch the spot at his side. “Efficiency. Didn’t figure you’d have any complaints” he quipped confidently, making you blush once more as you smirked while he got himself into a more comfortable position. “Right, efficiency. That’s totally why you did that” you joked in return, making him give a half chuckle. “Why else?” He teased, making you roll your eyes playfully. “Honestly? Best thing I’ve seen all day” you replied boldly but truthfully as you sat down in the rolling chair to his left side, your eyes raking over his figure making him give a breathy laugh again as a slight tinge of pink rose to his cheeks.

Your gloved fingers grazed his skin ever so gently, so softly that it made a chill run through him. Being so used to being shot at, thrown around, bitten and grabbed at that your soft touch was always such a foreign but welcomed feeling. It was something he could never seem to get used to but hoped maybe one day he could. That maybe one day your fleeting glances and gentle, lingering touches wouldn’t just reside within the walls of the clinic.

That maybe one day he could finally make you his.

“Careful feeling me up there doc, or else you may have a whole different problem on your hands” he quipped playfully, making you laugh. “Sorry, should I take you to dinner before or after I remove this bullet casing from your side?” You quipped in return, grabbing some numbing cream and betadine to spread on the spot before making a very small cut. He couldn’t help but watch you with such admiration and curiosity. You loved your job, he could tell by the way you handled patients and with such dedication and compassion, no matter the severity of the symptoms they come in with. He loved watching you work, but he loved it even more when he was your patient. The center of your attention.

You used forceps to pull the lodged piece of metal from under his skin, holding it up for him to see then dropping it into the pan on the table with a resounding tink! before cleaning up the area. “After, but only if you let me treat you to it instead” he replied, watching as you started prepping to stitch him up. The way your eyes flicked up to his before giving him a mischievous grin as you sat next to him, suture needle in hand shamelessly sent a jolt of excitement straight to his cock. “Don’t threaten me with a good time” you responded, doing your best to make diligent but quick work of his wound. “They’ve had me all over this place since I got in this morning. It’s like I’m the only one on the floor who knows how to do their job” you added. “Know that feeling all too well” Leon replied, sympathizing with your struggle. “Haven’t hardly even touched my food I brought because they’ve needed me every two seconds” you finished as you finished up his stitches and cleaned the area up one last time before bandaging it. “Just wish I could disappear for a little bit, ya know? Hell even just like fifteen, twenty minutes would be nice” you said with a sigh as you cleaned everything up, disposed of your gloves and washed your hands.

“I could help with that” he offered, the insinuation in his tone thick with mischief as he looked at you, waiting patiently, but hopefully for your answer. You stood there for a moment, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you contemplated it. It was definitely tempting. So incredibly tempting. “C’mon, you and I both know you deserve it. Said it yourself, you’ve been all over the place” he added, seeing your apprehension mixed with a hint of desperation. You two had always had somewhat of a flirtatious relationship since you’d met, always throwing sweet nothings back and forth to each other but never acting on it more than the occasional lingering touch or flirty gaze. This was the first time either you had been brave enough to suggest taking things a step further. “You’ve helped people all day, the world won’t end if you take a minute and help yourself” he continued, placing a hand gently to your arm as you looked at him, weighing the odds in your mind. He was certainly swaying you, he could see it. “Or better yet…let someone help you for a change” he finished, his other hand coming to smooth along your hip, bringing you closer to him as he looked up at you. Those piercing, baby blue eyes that you swore you could get lost in every time he came in here, it certainly helped sway you even further that he was sitting there half naked already too.

A little break couldn’t hurt, right?

“But what about your side? The numbing is bound to wear off soon, it’ll hurt you” you voiced in concern, making him chuckle. “Trust me sweetheart, dealt with a lot worse” he replied, pulling you closer and helping you straddle his lap as his hands sat at your waist. “‘sides I’m…not really thinking about that right now. Not with you in front of me looking so fuckin’ pretty” he added suavely, making you giggle as you placed your hands against his collarbone and chest, eyes flitting between his and his lips before throwing caution to the wind and kissed him. “Always such a charmer” you replied teasingly into it. He let out a deep groan as you kissed him, like he’d been wanting this, wanting you for too damn long. His large hands slid along your waist, down your hips and finally rested on the swell of your ass, giving it a nice squeeze while keeping you pressed against him as close as he could get you. You gasped softly into it as you felt his cock pulse against your clothed cunt through his pants. You looked down to where he was pressed against you before looking back up at him, your gaze half-lidded, lips all glossy and kiss swollen. You were like a wet dream come true in his eyes. “I warned you we’d have another problem on our hands” he said, making you giggle softly. “That’s okay, promise I’ll take good care of you” you replied, running one of your hands down his stomach, cool fingers contrasting the heat of his skin as they made their way down between his legs, massaging the bulge in his pants. You watched as he tilted his head back some, closing his eyes for a moment, making him groan with each pass of your hand against his throbbing cock. His eyes flit between watching your hand rubbing him and coming to look at that lustful expression on your face. He just couldn’t get enough of you.

“Fuck, baby…” he panted out, watching you undo the belt and button of his pants with ease before freeing him from the cloth restraints of his boxers. You watched as his leaking tip slapped his lower stomach once freed before standing at full, throbbing achingly as if it were begging for your attention. How the fuck was all of him so damn pretty? Then again it really shouldn’t have come at any surprise, seeing as the rest of him was so nice to look at.

“Fun being bad sometimes, isn’t it?” He asked through moans as your hand worked up and down his shaft at a good pace, making you giggle as your lips trailed his neck. “Can’t be too bad, right? Technically I’m taking care of a patient in need” you replied playfully, making him chuckle before a groan left him, his fingers gripping the fat of your ass tightly as you worked him skillfully in your hand, the wet schlick of your spit mixed with his pre cum filled the heated air of the room. “Fuck…” he breathed, enjoying every bit of your attention. Secretly, he needed this just as much as you did, he couldn’t help but wonder if you could tell.

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It wasn’t long before your clothes were haphazardly discarded, the electrifying tension that once hung thick in the air now fueling the fire within you both. Your head tilted back, knees pressed into the vinyl of the examination chair as you rode him like your life depended on it. “Oh fuck yes…” you panted out, the lewd sound of skin against skin, mixed with your shared pants and quiet moans quickly filling the room. His hands traveled your body, watching as your gorgeous tits bounced in tandem with each move you made. Your pretty eyes rolled back each time his cock hit that spot deep inside, face flushed from exertion and ecstasy. His eyes couldn’t help but travel to where your bodies were connected, watching his cock disappearing inside of you each time you came down on it, then watching it stretch you as you’d pull back up. “Fuck baby, look at you. Taking me so good” he groaned, nails digging into you as you used him, making you moan. “Feel so good, Leon…” you replied, making him smile up at you with a mix of pride and adoration before pulling you into a kiss.

Your hands rested against his chest for stability as you bounced on his cock, your greedy cunt swallowing him whole as his lips and tongue claimed your mouth with ease. You had no idea you’d been so pent up until now. Suddenly, all the troubles of your day were long forgotten as you looked down at the handsome blonde that was lying underneath you. All of your anger and frustration, gone the moment his hands touched your skin. It was like he was a cure you had no idea you were in dire need of. An ache began to settle in your legs from the prolonged exertion, making your rhythm falter just a little. He was quick to take notice of it, grabbing your hips and helping guide you up and down along his length before bucking his hips up into you, testing if you would like it. The change of pace, paired with the way his tip would nudge at your cervix at this angle left you keening, and that was all the encouragement he needed for him to take over. “Fuck! Just like that, please don’t stop! Feels so fucking good” you begged as you threw your head back, eyes rolling in absolute ecstasy as he hit spots deep within you that you had no idea felt so fucking good.

At this rate, you could hardly bring yourself to care if anyone passing by had heard you or the sounds of the examination chair creaking and shaking with your paired movements. You needed this, needed him. “so tight…’s like you were made for taking me, baby” he said, fucking into you with purpose, needing to see you cum around his cock. Needing to feel it. You couldn’t help but moan at those words, loving the idea that maybe you were made just for him. Made for him to absolutely ruin.

You could feel the pressure beginning to coil within your core, growing taut with each thrust. You were getting close, he could feel it. The way your walls were hugging him a bit tighter, milking him for everything he could give you and making every ridge and vein brush against that spot deep within you. “Leon, I…” you warned, brows knotted together and mouth agape as your breathing grew more and more ragged, letting him know you were almost there. All you needed was one last little push. “Cum for me, I’ve got you baby. Let go for me” he assured you as he continued, bringing his fingers to massage your neglected clit. It wasn’t long at all before you’d finally tipped over the edge, nails digging into his shoulder and the chair beneath you both as you came. Your walls squeezed him tight, your back arching as you tossed your head back with a moan of relief. Suddenly every bit of tension that was in your body had just melted away, every bit of stress forgotten as your orgasm washed over you intensely. You couldn’t remember the last time you came that hard, no toys having ever brought you to that level of euphoria. “Fuck…gonna-“ he warned before pulling out of you, a few ropes of his cum spotting your stomach while the rest covered his hand. Your cunt clenched around nothing as he moaned and panted with each throb, watching the muscles of his lower stomach ripple as he thrusted into his hand shallowly as if he was still fucking you.

His face and chest flushed red at your gaze, reality setting in that this had actually just happened. Suddenly he was finding himself a bit bashful as he laid bare in front of you, the most exposed and vulnerable he’d been for anyone in quite some time.

You both sat there for a moment, trying to catch your breath and get your bearings before getting up to start cleaning up. He watched as you walked on wobbly knees to the sink to grab some tissues for his hand, his dick and the chair beneath him while you got yourself cleaned up and redressed. “I didn’t know I needed that as much as I did, kinda wish we would have done this sooner” you spoke, making him chuckle as he started to get dressed himself, the dull ache in his side returning to him the moment he stood up now that his adrenaline and hormones weren’t racing. “Sorry I didn’t take you to dinner first, guess it makes us even” he replied, making you laugh. “That’s okay, technically it’s still after I took that casing out so…see you at eight at my place? If you’re up for it?” You asked almost sheepishly with a playful yet hopeful smile that he couldn’t help but mirror. “Eight it is” he answered with no hesitation, making your eyes light up with excitement as you placed a quick peck to his cheek. He wondered for a moment if you could hear the way his heart was slamming in his chest. “Be sure to change the bandages and clean it up every couple hours, if bleeding doesn’t let up or anything seems off, come back in” you said as you tidied yourself up. “And go easy for the rest of the day, Doctor’s orders” you insisted, making him chuckle as you opened the door. “See you tonight, handsome” you said before you returned to your shift with a lot more pep in your step. He shook his head with a grin as he stood there for a moment still.

“Women..”

[bisexualiteaa]

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!

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The bars were getting less and less interesting these days. Dingy and disgusting floors paired with over priced drinks, neon signs that are a little too bright and music a little too loud for someone looking to drown their sorrows and find a semblance of peace at the bottom of a glass. All he wanted was to mute the pain, dampen the noise of the chaotic world around him. Even the women that came and went through were boring, it seemed to him that they were all the same these days. Pretty young things too drunk to truly consent to what they try to start, or girls who just want a night of fun with no strings attached, then hit the road the next morning without so much as a phone number or name left behind. Sure if he were ten, maybe fifteen years younger, he would have been ecstatic to see a woman hitting on him or one willing to come home with him even if it was just a one time thing, but now? None of it had the same appeal that it used to. Why? Well, the answer seemed rather simple to him.

Because none of them were you.

None of them were the sweet woman that came into his life just a few years ago who picked him up off of his feet when he thought it wasn’t possible. They weren’t anything like the kind woman who made him wake up everyday with a smile, made him remember what it was like to laugh at the little things rather than be annoyed by them and actually made him give a damn about making a difference in the world. Rather than sitting alone and wasting away trying to find the bottom of every bottle he could get his hands on, she gave him meaning. Gave him hope. She was the woman he fought to keep this world a safer place for. The woman that was there for him through everything.

Until the day came that she wasn’t.

Leon knew he had a talent for fucking up the good things in his life. Hell, that streak started the day he was supposed to go in for his first shift as a rookie for the Raccoon City police department but where was he instead? Hungover from pulling an all nighter, drinking away his sorrows from a breakup. Guess some habits never change. He often wished he could go back, to have a chance to start over fresh. Maybe it wouldn’t have changed the outcome of Umbrella and all of the devastation they’d caused but he only hoped that maybe some things would be different. Maybe he’d have saved more people, maybe he’d have met you sooner and his life could have been kept on track better. You were one thing he tried his damnest not to fuck up and he still managed it.

So there he sits in the bar you two would always come to, three glasses deep into their strongest whiskey reserve, waiting every night to see if by some miracle you’d come strolling through those doors like you did that first night he met you. Hoping that if you did, he could talk to you and make things right. Waiting for the day that he could hear your voice again in person rather than just the haunting memories of it on repeat or through the collection of voicemails he couldn’t bring himself to get rid of. Would you even talk to him? Hell, would you even bother to look his way if you saw him? He never stopped to think that rather than wanting to see him, maybe you’d see him then proceed to walk right back out the door. He couldn’t exactly blame you if you did, after what he did, he knew his chances for a more hopeful outcome were pretty slim.

To his surprise, his answer would come to him sometime in the coming weeks however.

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It was your birthday, one of the many dates that he would never be able to forget for as long as he lived. You and your girl friends had plans to go out to celebrate. You all decided to do some shopping, to have some dinner together and then hit up the bar for a few drinks to end the night. You all were dressed in cute outfits but you were certainly the star of the group today. Donning a cute cocktail dress that was of course in your favorite color, hugged your curves and had a little slit up the side. Paired with a cute pair of heels, some nice jewelry, and your hair and makeup done, it was no shock that heads were turning as soon as the three of you stepped into the bar.

One of those heads, was of course Leon’s.

He sat up at the bar top, whiskey glass in hand as he watched you and your friends walk in, excited smiles and chatter as you found a table to sit at while he tried his best not to choke on his last swig at the sight of you. There was no way. You were really here. He couldn’t help how his eyes had followed you as you walked in, watching your hips sway in such a beautiful outfit, looking at the genuinely happy smile that rested on your face. You were glowing. As if the neon lights had personally shined upon you in the most perfect way, yet all he would ever be is shrouded in shadow.

God he missed you. Missed your smile, missed your laugh, missed the smell of your perfume clinging to his sheets and his clothes. He missed waking up to you the most. Opening his eyes to the sight of you, your hair tousled on his pillows, your body resting soundly and peacefully beneath the blankets. The way you would hum pleasantly and cuddle into him as he would wrap his arm around you and kiss your cheek softly. It was a slice of heaven to contrast all the shit he’d been through in the past. If only he could have appreciated it more at the time, he wouldn’t be here right now. Looking to you with such sorrow and regret in his gaze as you appeared to be having the time of your life. Without him. That’s what killed him. Knowing that you were perfectly well and happy without him in your life, when he felt like he may never be happy again without you. He turned around, saving himself the trouble and heartache of knowing you’d likely go all night without even noticing he was there.

“Another, please” he asked the bartender kindly despite the sadness eating away at him inside, sliding his empty glass towards the bar mat for them to take as his gaze descended upon the epoxied bar top. He heard your melodic giggles in the distance and the sounds of you singing along to the music that was playing. This was killing him. He started to wonder why he kept doing this to himself, knowing all it had ever caused him was pain but his heart was too busy pining over the memories of you singing and dancing in his kitchen as you’d make breakfast to think about it. The days of you dancing around in nothing more than his oversized shirts as you played music and sang along to it, cooking for yourself and him on the rare days you both had off together. Or surprising him with breakfast on those peaceful mornings after he’d come home from a long mission away. How he longed to wrap his arms around you from behind like he used to, to rest his chin in the crook of your neck and sway with you to the music.

He needed to stop. Thinking of these things was only digging the hole deeper for himself. But what was one more foot in an already nearly six foot grave?

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You couldn’t help but knit your brows in confusion as you noticed one of your friends eyeing someone at the bar, making a smirk soon rise to your face. “See a good one up there?” You asked teasingly with a grin. “I think so. He looks pretty handsome from here but I can’t see his face. Nice hair, nice jacket, good build. All by himself too” she replied, making you chuckle. “Then go talk to him!” You encouraged, making her turn back to look at you, as if she couldn’t believe what you’d just told her. “Girl no! I was thinking for you! It’s your birthday! Maybe you can snag him for a fun night or some free drinks” she responded, wiggling her eyebrows at you suggestively making you laugh and blush. “Oh fuck, it’s been ages, I don’t know if I still have it in me…” you replied, open to the idea but admittedly a bit hesitant, you hadn’t exactly been having the best luck with guys since you’d broken up with Leon.

“It’s always worth a try! Just wish he’d look over this…oh no. Abort, abort!! Look away!” She said suddenly and urgently, making you confused as to why she was causing such a fuss. “What? Why? Is he ugly? Can’t be that bad, I’m sure” You asked, trying your hardest to get sight of his face, making her bite her lip as a look of unease came over her. How does one tell their best friend that they almost sent them to go flirt with their ex? There really was no easy way to put it unfortunately. “Worse…it’s him” she said, making you look over to where her line of sight was and it was then that you understood. Sure enough, she was right, it was Leon. “No, no don’t look!! Today is a happy day, we aren’t letting him ruin anything for you anymore than he already has!” Your other friend piped up, trying to distract you from his presence but you were lost in your stare at his leather jacket. The familiar white stripes along the sleeves, the once dirty blonde, now brown hair. It was definitely him, that much was certain.

“I’m fine guys, really! I…do however think I’m gonna go order another drink” you said, getting up to head towards the bar to try and play off your curiosity. Your friends looked to each other, knowing what your actual intention was but you were your own person, who were they to judge or stop you? “Maybe you can guilt him into paying for the bill” one of them said. “If he even remembers what today is, I’d be shocked” the other replied as you got up. “I’ll be back” you answered before working up the courage to finally walk up to the bar despite the slight ache beginning to brew in your stomach.

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It was as you were making your way there that you saw a girl walk up to him, her hand resting on his back, arm sliding around him as she drunkenly started flirting with him. “Hey handsome” she said, laying on the affections thick with a tone that spoke of nothing more than empty seduction and desperation. “Hi. I’m sorry, do I…do I know you?” He asked awkwardly, turning towards her with a stiffness in his shoulders from being caught off-guard. “Don’t think so, but that’s okay! You do now” she replied and it made you want to hurl. You weren’t a stranger to seeing women hitting on him, he was a very attractive man after all. But something about the idea of him possibly reciprocating to something so devoid of anything substantial hit a bit of a nerve in you, even after all this time. Maybe it was a mistake walking up.

To think he’d actually changed.

“You look so lonely…I can fix that. A handsome man like you shouldn’t be drinking all by himself” she offered, making him uncomfortably shift away from her advances. “I’m flattered, truly, but not interested” he replied with no hesitation and that’s what caught your attention. Maybe he wasn’t as desperate as you thought he’d become. Maybe he had matured. Was it a little unhealthy to be that hopeful in assuming so just from two seconds of a conversation you weren’t even a part of? Definitely but you couldn’t help it, part of you was still very attached to him. Even after all the hurt he’d put you through, there hasn’t been anyone like him. It felt as if a piece of you had been lost this whole time without him. “Aww c’mon, don’t be like that. I’m really fun! You look like you could use some fun” she pestered still, making a scowl come to your face as you strode up. “Back off, he said he wasn’t interested” you piped up finally after growing annoyed of her petulant cry for attention, making them both turn to you with different looks of shock on their face. Hers was in bewilderment that you’d have the nerve to talk to her in such a demeaning way, his was as if he was seeing a ghost.

He was aghast that you were actually here, standing in front of him. “Or what? Is he your dad or something? Just wanted to know if he needs a girlfriend” She asked, making you step beside and somewhat in front of him, growing more and more frustrated that she wasn’t getting the hint to scram. “He’s got one already. So how ‘bout you fuck off” you snapped back, leaving him to raise his brows and his eyes widened some at your display. The girl only laughed in response and that sent you to your breaking point. “Ooohh fiesty, isn’t she cute. Bet she keeps your hands full, need a baby sitter?” She asked, making you laugh sarcastically out of annoyance. This needed to end, and you knew exactly how to end it too. “Maybe I should dumb it down for you. I’m the girlfriend. So I’ll say it again; he’s not interested, so back. the fuck. off” you spat, taking him back that you would come to his rescue and that you would call yourself his girlfriend just to do so. He’d never seen you like this before, heard your voice laced with such poison in it. Were you jealous of this girl for hitting on him? The woman gave a scoff and a roll of her eyes before walking away, leaving him to look at you stunned as he watched you send a killer glare her way as she trailed off. When you were finally satisfied with the distance, you rolled your eyes before turning back to Leon.

“You’re so welcome for saving your ass from the town tramp” you said with a grin but he was still completely speechless, drawn back at the fact that you were actually here in front of him right now. After all this time spent begging to have you in his presence again, after all the nights spent going through what he would say to you, how he would apologize, beg for your forgiveness and yet in this moment, he had absolutely no idea what to say to you. You chuckled as you realized this by the blank, baffled blinking pattern he was doing. “Gonna pick your jaw up off the floor there or…?” You joked, looking at him as you sat next to him at the bar top. “Yeah, sorry…I just didn’t think I’d ever see you again” he admitted, kicking himself internally for sounding so much like a sad, lost puppy without you. His admission made a tinge of guilt dwell in your chest. Had he been wanting to see you? To speak with you? Why? After all this time.

“Yeah…I guess it has been a while, hasn’t it? I just came out with the girls for some drinks for the night. It’s my-“ “birthday, I remember. Happy birthday” he finished for you but said it kindly, catching you by surprise that he remembered, making you smile softly a little. There was a hint of sorrow behind it, that much he could certainly tell. But why? Surely you didn’t miss him, not after what he did. There’s no way. Did you? “Thanks. I didn’t know if you’d remember and I didn’t want to be a jerk and just assume so…I mean, I wouldn’t blame you if you hadn’t” you replied, trying to fill the tense silence with something. Anything to cut the tension and hopefully lighten the density of the air between you but you were rambling at this point. “Could never forget it, one of those things that just kinda sticks” he answered as he watched you thank the bartender for your drink, making you flash him another soft but somber smile. “Well it’s very sweet of you” you replied in kind, feeling a tense silence cast over you both for a few moments as you both pondered to yourselves what was okay to talk about, or what to do or say next.

“You look great by the way, that color always suited you” he complimented, trying to start up conversation with you in the hopes that you would stay and sit with him for a little while longer. You hated this. Where once everything flowed so easily, now seemed to be blocked by a wall that was nearly impossible to maneuver around. You missed it. Not only was he your lover but your best friend too, everything used to be so effortless between you, as if you’d known each other your whole lives. Now you had no idea what to do. “Thanks, it’s new actually! Bought it a couple weeks ago just for tonight” you responded, sounding almost happy to explain that to someone, as if you hadn’t had the right person to tell something so simple yet so important to in so long. “You look good too, Leon” you added in kind and he almost wanted to laugh. He knew he didn’t look well, he hadn’t shaved in weeks, his hair was starting to get long, and he could practically feel the bags beneath his eyes from the restless nights spent alone in a cold, empty bed. Not to mention, he stopped the skincare routine you helped him start when you were together, it reminded him too much of you and some nights that was just too hard on him. But he knew better than to bite the hand that feeds and he certainly didn’t want to squander what moment he did get to have with you now. “Not as good as you do but thank you” he replied, making you chuckle a little as you took a sip of the drink that rested in your hands. Sounded exactly like something he would normally say. Flirtatious enough to make you remember why you fell in love with him in the first place.

“Your friends aren’t too happy that I’m here, are they?” He inquired, taking a sip of his own drink after another few beats of silence fell upon you both. “What makes you say that?” You asked, your head tilting to the side like a confused puppy, unsure of what he was referring to. “They’ve been staring holes into me all night, can practically feel the daggers through my jacket” he answered, making you look back to see they were in fact staring at you two. You sent a glance their way that asked them to turn around and leave you two in peace but you figured they were likely to turn back around the moment you stopped looking their way. You sighed as you turned back to him. “I’m sorry, I hadn’t realized they were being that way, I don’t mean for them to make you uncomfortable. At first I guess they were scanning the bar to try and find someone to set me up with, now I think they just want to make sure I’m okay” you replied and he hated the way his stomach churned with jealousy at the idea of you seeing someone else.

Yet, a small bit of warmth bloomed in his chest at the idea that instead of you walking up to anyone else here, you chose to walk up to him. To speak with him, even after all this time. That had to mean something, right? He hated the way he desperately clung to any hope possible, like a teenager foolishly in love. “I can leave if you’d rather. Don’t want to make you uncomfortable if I have” he said, going to stand up and grab his wallet from his back pocket to assumingely close out his tab, making you look to him before quickly grabbing his wrist in the hopes you could stop him before he’d made up his mind. “No! I…please, don’t go” you practically begged, looking up at him with pleading eyes. It felt strange, in every scenario that he’d ever imagined, he thought he would be the one begging you to stay, begging you to talk with him. Yet here he was and it was oddly the exact opposite. He was never one to be able to deny you, so he instantly sat back down, happy to hear that you wanted him to stay. That you wanted to speak with him. It almost felt like he was being handed a second chance and no way was he about to fuck it up.

So there he sat with you, chatting and catching up with you for a good while before the wall that lay between you so heavily, finally felt as if it was beginning to crumble. Your laughter was like music to his ears as you both shared stories of things that have gone on in your lives since you’d split. You looked over to your friends, offering them a silent thumbs up to ease their anticipation of how it was going. You watched as one of them got up to go choose a song on the jukebox that was blaring music throughout the bar before you turned back to Leon. You smiled and chuckled a little when you’d caught him staring at you, his gorgeous blue eyes drinking you in in that way he always used to. It actually brought a blush to your cheeks, for the first time in a while, you felt admired. As if he was basking in your glory, you felt appreciated. Wanted. That alone was worth more than any gift you’d received today. “What?” You asked with a playful grin, making him mirror one back. “Nothing, you’re just so stunning. Can’t help but get lost just looking at you” he said before the familiar opening to a rather memorable song began playing over the speakers.

You both couldn’t help but chuckle, reminiscing on the times that you used to claim it was your song. Made you almost wonder if they did it on purpose. “Of course” you said through your chuckles, feeling a slight heat begin to creep to your neck and your cheeks. “We had some pretty good memories to this song” he replied, making you smile as you reminisced on some of them. Many a road trip spent singing to it at the top of your lungs with the windows rolled down, many dances in the kitchen as you cooked or baked and many a kiss shared to it. “Yeah we did, didn’t we?” you said, looking down at your glass with a somber look on your face.

The first time it ever played was one night in the car, he was taking you home after a wonderful dinner date. You could still hear the rain drops hitting against the windows and windshield as he drove, the feel of his hand resting gently, warmly on your leg. It was when he’d pulled into your driveway that it began to rain harder, keeping you from getting out until it let up. You thanked him for such a wonderful night and he thanked you for joining him. You smiled and giggled excitedly to hear he had such a good time, watching as he leaned in closer to you, your faces inching closer and closer as if you were two magnets unable to resist each others pull. You shared your first kiss together that night with it playing in the background as the rain continued to patter against the car. It was a moment you’d never forget and from then on, you played it quite often.

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“I miss it…” you admitted somberly, your eyes peering down at the glass cupped in your hands before you. Your admission completely took him by surprise. Did you just say what he thought you’d said? “I miss it a lot actually. I…fuck, I’d give just about anything to go back to the way it was before” you finished, making him look to you in astonishment. “You do?” He asked, sounding almost amazed that you missed what you two shared. That you missed him.

After all this time he’d been yearning for you, he had no idea if you’d felt the same, but to hear it from you directly? To hear you blatantly tell him that you missed him, it was exactly what he’d been waiting to hear. Yet it scared him all the same. You wanted him back but would you take him back in the state he’d let himself get to? Would you take him back after everything he did? “Of course I do. There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t think about what we had. Feels as though the world goes out of its way to remind me quite harshly that there’s no one out there like you” you replied meekly, fumbling with your fingers nervously as your heart seemed to race in your chest.

“Me too, I think about it all the time” he responded, making you look to him this time, needing to see the truth in his gaze, to see if his words held any real meaning behind them like you’d hoped they did. Sure enough, you saw the passion burning in his baby blue irises, the intensity that told you that what he’d said was genuine. “I miss you. I miss *us.* God, I can’t even begin to tell you how much I fuckin’ miss you” he confessed wholeheartedly, it made you happy and relieved to know that the feeling was mutual. “I miss you too, Leon” you answered, making his heart nearly soar out of his chest. Could it be? Could it really be that life was offering him a second chance at this? A chance to atone. Never in his life had he wanted anything more than your forgiveness, to be given a chance to make amends. While it may have been your birthday, it was starting to feel a little like maybe it was his to have been offered the greatest gift he’d spent every night hoping and dreaming of.

You.

“Give me another chance” he asked bravely, making you look to him once more. “Please, give me another chance and I swear to you, I will do anything to make up for fucking up as bad as I did before” he pleaded, not caring for how pathetic he sounded asking for your forgiveness like a sinner begging to their deity for mercy. He only hoped that you would see through his mistakes of the past and allow him this chance. That you would see he was being genuine, that he couldn’t bear to live another day without you in his life. “Leon…” you started to say, feeling conflicted. While your heart still loved him greatly and wanted a life with him again, your mind couldn’t help but be skeptical. He’d hurt you in the past and what he did that led to your breakup wasn’t exactly that easy to get over. It would take time, and a lot of proving to you that you could trust him again. You weren’t sure if you could trust him again so quickly but you at least wanted to try. If he put in the effort and proved to you that he wanted this, that he would make it up to you and never hurt you like that again, then you could see yourself being happy with him again.

“I want to Leon, believe me, I do but…” you started to say, unsure of how to tread carefully with your words yet also voice how you truly feel. “But what?” He asked, searching your eyes for an answer, waiting for you to tell him what he needed to do to earn that chance again. “What do you want me to do? What do I have to do to prove to you that you can put your faith in me again? I’ll do anything, tell me and it’s done. I swear it” he pleaded as he clasped your hands in his, his eyes gazing deeply into your own to show you that he meant it, that he would do anything you asked him to. You wanted him to buy you something to prove it? He’d do it in a heart beat. You wanted him to apologize until his face was blue? He’d start and never stop. Hell, he’d burn this whole place to the ground for you if you asked.

“Please…” he begged softly and fuck was it hard not to cave right then and there, seeing the way his eyes looked at you like a sad, lost puppy in need but you’re strong, strong enough to know that you needed answers before blindly jumping in. “Are you just going to walk out on us again when things get tough?” You asked bluntly and you didn’t even have to say it, he knew what he did had hurt you. He was young and stupid, too much of a bravado at the time to understand that him walking away had hurt you more than he had thought it would protect you. “I hate to bring up past transgressions but…I have to know. Because if you’re just going to leave behind everything we fight to build back up between us, then this will never work.” You added, making his expression fill with guilt.

“I understand your work is dangerous, I understand that every mission you’re assigned to could end with you not coming home or with a target on my back. I knew what I was signing up for when we first got together, that doesn’t change anything for me but I need to know that the same thing isn’t going to happen again” you said, waiting for his answer, your heart slamming against your sternum with every passing moment as you anxiously awaited what he was about to say. “It won’t happen ever again, I promise” he assured you, squeezing your hands lightly as a show of comfort. “It was a mistake, one I’ve never let myself live down because of the way I hurt you. I was too young and too thick skulled to see it at the time, blinded by all the anger of everything that went wrong while I was in Spain and I unfairly took that out on you. For some reason I thought that leaving would keep you safe but I regret it more than anything” he said, putting you at ease a little more to see that he felt guilty after all, that he knew he was in the wrong but wanted to atone. “You’re all I ever think of, the only woman I could ever want in this world and I’m sorry that I ever made you feel like you weren’t worth it” he continued. “And If you don’t believe me, I’ll get on my knees and worship the ground you stand on. I’ll apologize until you get sick of hearing it, I’ll do absolutely anything to show you that this is what I want. That you’re who my heart rests with and that I will never make such an awful mistake ever again” he finished, making you chuckle. He was certainly dedicated.

“Missed me that much that you’d take the blow to your ego just to please me? Wow” you replied teasingly with a playful grin making him chuckle, he loved the way his humor still seemed to rub off on you just a little. Seeing it peek through after all this time was like a breath of fresh air he’d been dying to fill his lungs with. “Trust me, you have no idea the lengths I’d go” he answered, making you giggle as the idea ran through your mind.

It could certainly be a good place to start...

“Well the on your knees worshipping part certainly doesn’t sound like a half bad start…” you replied, an unspoken invitation resting in your eyes as you peered over at him with a familiar glint of mischief and playfulness in your tone. He watched your eyes look him up and down briefly, the grin currently dancing on your pretty lips left his heart racing. This was it, this was his now or never. His shot at redemption he’s long dreamt of being given. “Give me a chance to prove it to you. If I don’t convince you, you can walk right out that door and I won’t ever bother you again, but If I do; I promise I will make it up to you. Show you that I’ve changed, that you can put your faith in me, in us again” he claimed confidently, making you hum with intrigue as you pretended to mull it over. In reality, you’d had your mind set for quite some time now, but it didn’t hurt to leave him with a little bit of anticipation as he patiently awaited your answer. “Oh you’ll have your chance, just preferably not here” you insinuated, making him absolutely light up at your response.

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The decision to take things back to his place was yours, surprisingly. Much to your friend’s dismay it seemed but it was your birthday and they didn’t want to spoil your fun, so they bid you goodnight and out the door you went. What wasn’t surprising however, was the way Leon very quickly paid not only his tab, but yours and your friends before hurriedly whisking you away. You giggled excitedly as he led you out of the bar, his hand instinctively grabbing your own and clinging to you like you were two love sick teens, leaving you both to blush a bit before reaching his car.

The car ride there was downright torturous. His hand resting on the apex of your thigh, just shy of where you needed it most. Both of your hearts were racing, both of you absolutely buzzing with energy an anticipation that it hung in the air like a thick fog. His eyes darted over to you each and every chance he could steal away from the road momentarily, looking over to see you in his passenger seat and admiring the way you looked so perfect there. It was like a dream come true. You never remembered his place being so far away from the bar, maybe partly due to how needy you were for him but it made it that much sweeter by the time he’d parked the car and made it up to his front door.

Once you’d made it back to his place, it wasn’t long before your back was pressed up against the wall. His lips chased yours with all the passion and hunger of a man that yearned for you, his hands trailing your frame as yours tangled messily in his hair. It was a frenzy of limbs, tongue and teeth, a soft moan leaving the both of you at the feel of your lips against his again. Pure bliss was the only way he could ever describe it. To have your body pressed against his, to feel you against him like the lost piece of a puzzle now finally completed. His hands caressed your curves, making their way down to your ass, kneading the soft flesh with his fingers.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to tear this thing off of you all damn night” he said lowly, his voice echoing the unfettered desires he held for you, making you giggle excitedly as he looked like he was moments away from ripping your dress to shreds. “Oh yeah?” You asked teasingly, making him grin as he looked at you. Oh how he missed that playful tone and how you so easily stoked the flames that grew within him. “Then do it” you replied, a coy smirk playing on your lips as you challenged him, making him chuckle. “You sure? You used to hate when I would do that” he remarked, making you laugh. “Yeah, when the stuff was expensive. This was twenty bucks, now either rip it off of me or I’ll take it off myself” you ordered, making him grin. “Besides, gives me an excuse to walk around in nothing but your t-shirts afterward” you added with a coy grin, watching as the fabric of your dress was torn from you, ravaged by his hands in need of you. “I love the way you think” he replied, making you let out an excited giggle before his lips were on yours once again.

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It was under the moonlight that your body was laid bare, your skin aglow with its pale radiance almost granting you an ethereal shroud. Your chest heaved with each labored breath that racked through you, your moans but a whisper into the air of his simple apartment. Leon laid beside you, cradling your frame against his as his deft, calloused fingers worked diligently between your thighs. “Oh fuck…” you let out, your eyes growing heavy with each pass against your engorged clit. You’d almost forgotten how easy it was for him to turn you on, how some of the simplest things fueled a raging fire in your core. It was as if he’d never been away with the way he’d instantly found your every weak spot. His lips littered kisses along the expanse of your neck, traveling down your shoulder as he would draw rhythmic circles along your aching bud. “Feel good, baby?” He asked, as if he needed to, the reactions of your body alone could have told him that answer but he’d always thrived upon hearing it directly from you. “Yes…” you breathed, your head tilting back against him before turning to meet his eyes with your own. His pupils were blown wide with lust, a wild, almost feral look in them as he gazed upon you. From the way your eyes sat heavy and half lidded, to the way your plush lips parted with every pant and moan, you were absolutely delectable.

Your free hand reached behind him, cradling the back of his head as you drew him closer, pulling him into a passionate kiss. You couldn’t help the moans that would escape you into it, your tongue tangling with his as his fingers soon dipped past your tight entrance with ease. With the tilting of your head he lowered his to bring his lips now to your chest, taking one of your pert nipples into his mouth and sucking as his fingers moved in and out of you in a steady rhythm. “Oh fuck, yes…right there” you encouraged, biting your lip and scrunching your brow as he rubbed against that sweet bundle of nerves within you while his tongue laved over your sensitive nipple. “Fuck, Leon…” you gasped, his legs now straddling your hips as you rolled to your back, your hands feverishly carding and tangling in his dirty blonde hair. The sounds of his lips sucking against your sensitive skin and your moans filled the room. His ocean blue eyes looked up at you, drinking in the sight of you beneath him again.

He’d spent so many nights fantasizing about this very moment, playing out different scenarios in his mind of what he would do, what he would say to you. Dreaming of the chance to do this with you again. To make you feel good, to hear that sweet sound of his name falling from your lips and to taste you on his tongue. He missed this, but most of all he missed you. “So perfect for me” he complimented, trailing his lips lower and lower, descending upon you until he was finally exactly where he wanted to be. On his knees, head between your supple thighs. “Let me make it up to you?” He asked looking up at you, and watching you shake your head yes as you bit your lip. “Please…” you begged.

His lips began their trail on the inside of your thigh, each hot kiss followed by an apology or compliment as he would move further and further. “I’m so sorry baby” he started, his wet kisses paired with the soft scratch of the stubble growing on his chin left a trail of gooseflesh to prickle in their wake. “You’re so perfect…so beautiful” he complimented, getting closer and closer to where you needed him as his fingers continued their work inside of you. “I’m so sorry for being so stupid” he continued, placing a gentle kiss to your clit that sent a shockwave through you in surprise. “I’m such a mess for you, it’s pathetic” he chastised himself as he littered your opposite thigh with kisses. “But I promise I’ll make it up to you. Make you feel so good” he finished as he made his way back to your sopping cunt. Your back keened from the mattress as his tongue came to your clit, gently licking your throbbing bud with just the tip of his tongue as his fingers curled inside within you. “Leon!!” You cried out, moans pouring from you without a care for how loud you were, neighbors be damned.

And this was only just the beginning.

He moaned into you at your taste, his free hand pulling you closer to him as he gripped your hip tightly. You couldn’t help the almost involuntary rocking of your hips against his mouth and fingers as he wrecked you, craving every bit of friction he could possibly give you. “That’s it baby, use me” he encouraged, looking up at you from between your legs to see you writhing beneath him. What a beautiful sight you were, all splayed out for him like this, crying his name like a prayer as his tongue abused your aching clit. He could feel that you were getting close, the way your walls would flutter against his fingers and the slight raise in pitch of your moans, all signs he was well accustomed to but that certainly would never get old. “Leon…” you moaned in warning, your hand coming to card through his locks once again as that coil within you began to tighten. “It’s okay baby, I’ve got you. Let go for me” he assured, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. Your legs shut around his head as he did, the sensation driving you over the edge and hurling towards your orgasm. Your body spasmed, back keening from the mattress with a loud moan as your release consumed you. A deep groan left him as your thighs squeezed him, his tongue and fingers moving slower now as he helped you ride out your high.

You lay there panting, trying your hardest to catch your breath as you opened your legs back up, allowing him to move. He couldn’t help but grin at the sight of you as he stood up, fingers hooking into the waistband of his boxers before sliding them down and off. “Still with me, baby?” He asked, tone holding a little cockiness to it as you bit your lip, watching his cock bob and the tip slap his stomach before standing up at full attention for you. He was so hot it was almost unfair. You shook your head yes, arms looping around him as he climbed on top of you, pulling you into a heated kiss. “Missed you so much” he professed into it.

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His hand gripped the headboard fiercely as he thrusted into you, watching your head tilt back against his pillows as your eyes rolled back and mouth lay agape. “Fuck!” You let out between moans, nails digging into the skin of his back and your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. It kept him as close and as deep within you as possible. “Doing so good for me baby…feel so fuckin’ good” he complimented between grunts and pants as he fucked you like it was his last chance he would ever get to. You could see the veins popping out along his arm from the sheer grip he held on the headboard above you, he looked just about as lost in this moment with you as you did. Caring not for the creaking and cracking sounds it made from his grip, followed by the groan of the box spring with each harsh plunge into your sopping cunt. The cacophony of skin against skin accompanied by moans and panting filled the otherwise quiet air of his bedroom. What really amazed you was the way that he still seemed to know exactly what made you tick. What places to touch, what to say to you to make goosebumps rise along your skin, how hard and deep you liked it, all as if you two had truly never been apart. You didn’t have to tell him anything, he just knew.

“I love you. I love you so much. Fuck, I…” he professed, a blush rising to his cheeks as the words seemed to slip from his lips before he could even think of stopping it. Your heart raced at those words, making you raise your hand to cup his stubbled cheek and pull him into a passionate kiss. “I love you…” he said once more, knowing he likely sounded so pathetic but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He needed you to know. “I love you too, Leon” you managed between moans, watching him dip his head to the crook of your neck almost as if he was hiding his face there. You could hear him groaning just below your ear, feeling his breath fanning across your skin between pauses of him kissing your neck and shoulder. Those words wrecked him far worse than he could have ever anticipated but he needed you, needed you so bad and wanted nothing more than to make you feel good and to make you feel special.

“Leon…” you panted out, warning him that you were close. “‘s okay baby, let go. Cum for me, please” he replied bringing his free hand down to your clit, circling it with perfect rhythm. Your moans began to raise in pitch, the rise and fall of your chest with each gasping breath growing more rapid as your jaw slacked. A few last nudges of his cock head against that spot deep inside, followed with a perfectly timed swipe of his fingers against your clit had you keening from the bed. Back arching, eyes rolling back, nails digging into his skin as you clung to him for dear life. A loud moan left you as you reached your peak, toppling over the edge into one of the strongest orgasms you’d had in a while. Your legs shook as they clamped around him, sending him deeper inside of you as you fell down from cloud nine. “Fuck, thats it baby. So pretty when you cum for me” he said, looking down to where you were both connected at, watching his cock disappear inside of you then reappear as he rutted into you, chasing his high that was coming on quickly.

“Where do you-“ “inside” you answered immediately, not even allowing him the chance to finish his question. “Wanna feel it, please” you begged, pulling him into another kiss as his free hand gripped your hip tightly. “Fill me” you whispered into it and that was all it took to send him over the edge. He moaned into the kiss as his cock throbbed within you, painting your walls with a groan each time he softly thrusted into you to ride out the feeling. You gave a hum of delight at the sensation, it had been so long since the last time you felt so full, so close to him like this.

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You both lay there for a moment in comfortable silence as he rolled over to lay beside you, panting as you looked up at the ceiling of his room trying your hardest to catch your breath. You could hardly believe this would have been how the night of your birthday would end, but here you were. It was a pleasant surprise for sure but certainly not how you imagined the night ending. His sheet covered your body, sheltering you from the cool air as you turned to look at him. “Now that was one hell of a birthday present” you quipped with a grin, making you both laugh. “Was sort of a last second thing…” he replied, making you giggle in response. “Thank you” you said kindly, watching him prop himself up on his side, bringing his free hand to your hip. “No, thank you. Thank you for giving me a second chance, you have no idea how much it means” he said, making you smile. “I never said I was fully convinced yet…” you said, a mischievous smirk rising to your lips as your eyes flit between his and his lips. He gave a chuckle in response, knowing what you were insinuating. “Then let me show you that you made the right choice” he answered with a grin, pulling you to situate yourself on his lap as he kissed you.

You were definitely in for a long but pleasant night.

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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!

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You could hardly contain the excitement coursing through you as you finished getting ready, adding the final touches to your makeup, fixing your hair just the way you wanted it, then applying your favorite perfume. It isn’t often that you get to go on dates with Leon, so on the rare occasion that the fates, or rather your work schedules aligned for once, you never hesitate go all out for it.

You smiled contentedly as you looked at your reflection in the mirror, finding him standing in the doorway to the bathroom, watching you with an admiring gaze as you finished getting ready. A whistle left his lips at the sight of you. “Not excited for tonight at all, are you?” He asked playfully, a soft grin resting on his lips as his eyes lovingly scanned up and down your body, taking in how good you looked in the dress that currently clung to your frame. You gave a soft giggle in response. “Nope, not at all. What ever would give you that impression?” you quipped in return, looking at him from over your shoulder with a playful grin of your own as you put a pair of earrings in.

His tall frame leaned against the doorway, watching you as you smoothed out any wrinkles or ridges in your dress from leaning over your sink to get close enough to the mirror. His baby blue eyes almost piercing straight through you in a way that made you remember the first night you met, how he had the same look in his eyes then. How he’d give you that look every time he would come home from a long mission. He stood before you clad in a dress shirt that almost looked as if it were too small and too tight for him, the fabric pulling across the broad muscles of his biceps and chest, looking as if it may rip with one wrong move.

Had he somehow managed to get even bigger since coming home from his last mission? Certainly looked it.

Not that you were complaining.

His sleeves were rolled up just above the crease of his elbow, leaving the cuffs to squeeze his arms a little when his muscles would stretch and flex with each movement. You could see the ridges of veins speckling his arms and hands. Even as he’d gotten older he was always sure to take care of himself, to stay fit to not only stay in shape for work but to be healthier for you too. It helped that age had been nothing but kind to him.

His shirt was paired with a nice set of dress slacks that suited him quite well. They hadn’t rest as tightly around him as his shirt, but they were certainly tight enough to show off his frame nicely. Specifically his ass and his thighs. He finished off his look with a nice pair of dress shoes, his favorite watch adorning his wrist and his jacket draped over his shoulder. He even went as far as to wear his dressier wedding band that he only broke out for special occasions.

He looked so fucking good you contemplated skipping dinner all together.

A coy smirk rest on his lips at your less than subtle stares, he took great pride in knowing how much you loved when he would dress up. Knowing that glint in your eyes as you looked him up and down. “Didn’t realize how much I’d grown since the last time I wore this. Doesn’t look too bad, does it?” He asked, as if he even needed to. “Bad? Leon, I’m convinced there isn’t a single thing you could wear that would make you look bad. You look hot” you responded, earning a half chuckle and a slight blush from him as if you hadn’t been married to each other for over a decade.

“What do you think? Do I look okay?” You asked in return, making him chuckle as he finally entered the bathroom with you. “You look beautiful, baby” he commented as he came up to you from behind, wrapping his arms around your mid section as you fought to focus on finishing getting ready instead of gawking at your husband who you swore was the embodiment of Adonis in mortal form.

Could anyone truly blame you for being so distracted though?

The smell of his high end cologne filling your senses, paired with the protective grip he had around you and that gorgeous smile he was giving you. It was dizzying almost, the effects he had on you with just a simple look and smile thrown your way, it only proved to make it that much harder to finish what you were doing. “Thank you, incase I wasn’t clear before you look very handsome yourself. Almost too handsome, if there is such a thing” you complimented him once again as you reached your hand up to cup his stubbled cheek, earning a breathy chuckle from him once more. His hands passively kneaded at your plush thighs as you spoke. Those large, calloused hands that have done so much fighting in his lifetime already, hands that bear the scars to prove his relentless fight for a safer, better world but with you, they were so incredibly gentle. Delicate even. A far cry from the force they show when he’s working. “Really? Too handsome huh? I could always remove a few items…would that fix it?” He asked with a mischievous expression, earning a bubbly giggle from you.

You worried your bottom lip between your teeth, feeling a surge of heat rush to your lower stomach as he looked at your reflections in the mirror with a slightly darker glint in his eyes now. He loved when you looked at him like this, like he was the only man in the world. The only man in your world and in a way, he was. “Careful baby, you know what that look does to me” he said, his hands gripping you a bit tighter as his tone dipped in octave, making you giggle. “It’s tempting…very tempting” you replied.

“You’re almost too good looking to leave the house like this. What if someone was brave enough to try to hit on you and steal you away from me?” you answered with a playful pout in your tone as you turned to face him, draping your arms around his neck before looking up at him with those cute doe eyes and fluttered lashes that left him absolutely weak in the knees. You felt as your pulse began to quicken when his hands came to rest at your hips, sliding ever so gently down your gorgeous curves as he pulled you even closer to him, leaving no room for space between you.

He always hated when there was unnecessary space placed between you, always either having an arm around you, his hand in yours or his body against yours somehow. It was comforting to him but it was also a show of his love to you, showing you how much he craved you and your presence. His arm around you or his presence near you meant that you were always safe in his eyes, that no one could take you away or try to harm you without having to get through him first. No one was ever stupid enough to fuck with his wife when he was around, he made sure of it. “No one could ever steal me away from you, pretty girl. No one in their right mind would be foolish enough to try, especially not when you’re around” he replied with a chuckle, leaning down to capture your lips in a soft, sweet kiss. “Damn right” you responded, tone a little deeper with a mischievous grin stretched to your lips. No one messed with you but absolutely no one messes with your man. “What did I ever do to deserve you?” He asked into it.

You smiled, one of your hands coming up to softly cup his cheek as the other trailed along his broad chest as you kissed him. You giggled softly as his hand lovingly rubbed circles into your hip, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. “Hmm well…you being friends with Claire” you said between kisses. “Us both working for the same agency for a while certainly helped” you added, each time ending your sentence with another kiss. “Then there was our first date and there was no way I’d have not fallen head over heels for you after that night” you finished, making him chuckle as you planted yet another kiss to his lips.

“I really left that good of an impression to you that night?” He asked, making you pull back a little in pure shock of such a question. “Are you kidding? I was smitten after that night! I called Claire literally screaming with excitement just gushing about how great of a night it was and how sweet and perfect you are. She was soooooo sick of me by the end of that night” you answered, making him laugh at your admission, a bright smile coming to his lips as your compliments inflated his ego just a tad. “Between her and Chris I’m not sure who picked on me more, always teasing me anytime they saw me talking to you” he added. “Hopefully I still live up to those thoughts after all this time?” He asked, making you smile warmly. “Even better, you exceed them every day. Every time that I think you’ve gone and out done yourself, you manage to only amaze me even more. Every day I wake up knowing I’m the luckiest woman in the world to have you” you answered whole heartedly, making his heart swell in his chest as he held you tight, his fingers gripping your hips a little rougher now as his nails bit at the plush skin of your hips, his lips finding yours in a more passionate kiss than before.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to take a less than innocent turn with a soft moan leaving your lips as one of his hands grabbed at your ass, allowing the kiss to deepen into something a little more heated and intimate. It was a good thing you decided to forego lipstick or else it would be smeared all over his mouth by now. Not that it would be the first time, nor would it certainly be the only place your lipstick has been smeared on him but you worked hard to make your makeup look good, so you were thankful that you hadn’t done your lips quite yet.

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Soon you’d found yourself being pressed against the sink of your bathroom and the soft, excited gasp leaving you as he did so only worked him up even further. “Have I ever told you how much I love this dress on you?” He asked, making you giggle. “Maybe…but it doesn’t hurt to tell me again” you replied with a playful tone and coy grin, making him chuckle between your shared kisses. “You look so fucking good” he complimented almost breathlessly. For a moment you wanted nothing more than to allow this to continue, but he went through so much trouble to get that reservation for you that you knew you would both regret it if you cancelled.

“As much as I’d love nothing more than to continue, we’re gonna be late to our reservation if we do” you managed to get out between kisses, making him pull away but his arms still sat around you. “Damn…you’re right” he replied, a slight grin rising to his mouth at the sight of you all flushed, panting and lips all kiss swollen and shining now because of him though. “I’ll drive?” You asked with a playful grin, making him laugh. “Oh no. Last time you drove I thought I might have had to break you out of jail. You’re scary when you drive and that says something coming from me” he responded, making you laugh in response. “Hey in my defense, they were being a dick! It’s not my fault they didn’t know how to drive properly” you said in a pouty tone, making him chuckle. “I’ll drive sweetheart, don’t worry. I like it better when you’re my passenger princess” he admitted, making you chuckle. “I suppose I can accept that” you answered playfully as you placed a quick peck to his lips before grabbing your purse, putting on your heels then headed out the door, hands intertwined as you walked to the Porsche that sat in the driveway.

If there was one thing about Leon that you could really appreciate, it’s that he was a gentleman. He outstandingly good manners, something you’d become accustomed to over the years that you’d been together. To this day his gentlemanly ways still pleasantly surprise you, like how he goes out of his way to open every door for you.

As you approach the passenger door to his car, he doesn’t even allow you the time to so much as even think about touching the handle, already having it open for you and offering you his hand to help you get inside and settled into the leather seat. No one had ever done that for you before, so the first time he’d ever come to pick you up, you were so surprised and warmed by the lengths he went to in order to make you feel special. He still exceeds at making you feel like you’re the only woman on the planet.

When you’re in the car with him, the radio is yours to control, the temperature, the seat warmers, all while his one hand is on the wheel and the other is resting on your thigh. He keeps small things in his car that remind him of you, or small things of yours to keep you with him everywhere he goes. On his dash rests a Polaroid of you both on your honeymoon and hanging from his rear view mirror is a small charm from your most recent trip together. He kept a blanket and neck pillow in the car for you, always folded and resting on the passenger seat for you should you ever get too cold or for those long road trips you’d often take together. You loved that he went out of his way to make sure you always had a pair of sunglasses in the car hanging from your visor, to make sure he had extra napkins and straws in the glove box for your early morning coffee runs or late night bites together.

When he’s backing the car up, despite having back up cameras and sensors he’s far too stubborn to use them, opting to do it the old fashioned way. He’ll place one arm against the back of your seat just below the head rest, looking out the rear windshield and to the left and right as he backed into the space, always offering you a quick glance and wink your way when he would before putting the car in park. Something he knew sent butterflies to your stomach with the way a blush would never fail to rise to your cheeks as he did. He loved to toy with you any chance he could.

When you arrive at your destination, he’s quick to exit the car and open your door for you once again, offering you a hand to help you up and out with a soft, chaste kiss to your cheek as you’d stood up fully. “So beautiful” he complimented as you stepped out. It always brought a smile to your lips and a slight flutter to your stomach when he would, never afraid to then intertwine his fingers with yours as you’d stand, walking to the restaurant where he’s then opening the door for you before giving them the name for the reservation. “Kennedy, for two.” It just has such a lovely ring to it.

Never once did you have to lift a finger to touch door knobs, handles, or even speak if you didn’t want to, he had all of that under control for you and was always more than happy to do so. He would never settle for anything less than the best for his wife, your happiness and safety was always his top priority.

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You smiled excitedly as you sat down across from your husband, browsing the menu for all the different options while sipping on your drink. He made his reservation here because not only was it a newer restaurant that neither of you had the chance to try yet, it was a very elegant restaurant so it was perfect for a night like this. You couldn’t help but admire him from across the table a little, getting lost in the way his eyes scanned the menu and that look on his face when he was concentrating on something just always made you smile. He’s just so effortlessly handsome. It made you wonder how you managed to get someone like him. You locked eyes with Leon as he looked up from the menu, a slight flush rising to his cheeks at your admiring gaze. “Have you looked at the menu any or are you just gonna stare at me all night?” He asked with a half smile, making you hum. “I wouldn’t mind staring at you all night. Especially when you look this good” you replied with a grin, making him chuckle as he shook his head. “You’re a menace” he replied, making you laugh. “Like you’re complaining. I’m a menace for you and you love it” you responded, earning a grin from him before he went back to browsing the menu.

After you both took some time to decide, waiting for the waiter to come back around to your table you held your glass up a tad. “Feel like this is the sort of occasion you have a toast for” You suggested making him smile, his gorgeous eyes locking with yours as he held his glass of whiskey up. “To a night off for once, one that I get to spend with my beautiful wife” he replied, clinking the glasses together. “To a lovely date night with my stunning husband” you added before both of you took a respective sip of your drinks before ordering your food.

The evening passed by delightfully, filled with your joined laughter and chatter of your work weeks and what you’d both been up to over plates of delicious food. It was as indulgent as you could have imagined it to be. Perfect food, paired with a perfect drink and even better company. The way the candle light danced along Leon’s silhouette, bringing out his eyes almost made you wish you’d have taken a picture to have the moment forever. It was a beautiful night all and all.

After the bill, then came time for dessert. Leon certainly never forgot about dessert.

It was his favorite part.

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So there you lay all pretty against the back seat of his Porsche that was parked off in a remote spot only you two seemed to know about, your hair fanned out beneath you as he sat between your spread legs. Your panties lay forgotten on the floor as your legs were hoisted over his shoulders, a loud moan leaving you as his tongue found your sensitive clit again after spending so long teasing it with his fingers. One of your hands fell to his head, your fingers tangling in his luscious locks while he lavished in your sweet taste. You were thankful to be in a spot devoid of any people, you would likely alarm the neighbors with the sounds leaving you should you have waited until you’d gotten home.

He simply couldn’t wait, he’d been dying to get his hands on you all night and after being away for so long because of work only made it that much harder for him to be able to contain himself.

And when the car the DSO gave him had this much space? Hard not to put it to better use.

Your eyes fluttered shut as your back arched from the door you were pressed up against. The sound of his music playing from the radio in the background, paired with the low hum of the engine as it sat idle did little to muffle your cries of pleasure but should anyone step foot near the car, it would be obvious what was going on inside. From the thick layer of condensation and fog covering the windows and windshield, to the sounds of your sweet voice crying his name as your pleas for more left your lips in a sinful cacophony. Anyone would be able to tell you were having a great end to your night. “Leon!!” You cried out, warning him that your orgasm was near and catching up to you quick. You could feel the knot in your core snap as his tongue swiped across your clit ever so perfectly, leaving your back to arch once again as your eyes squeezed shut, a loud moan leaving you as your body practically collapsed with bliss.

You didn’t even try to hide what was happening at this point, the rock of the car from his harsh thrusts was evident to you even from within the cab. Both of you were too horny to care, too caught up in the moment to think of what others would hear or see. You needed each other. While usually he saves this sort of depravity for the privacy of your shared bedroom, he just didn’t have it in him to wait tonight. He’d waited long enough to see you after his last mission, he didn’t want to wait anymore. “Fuck, yes! More!” You pleaded through your moans, making him groan as he gripped your hips harshly. “So tight for me…it’s like you’re made for me, baby” he complimented. “Been looking forward to this all night” he added, making you whimper. “Fuck, me too” you responded, feeling him dig his nails into your plush hips as he thrusted into you harshly, fucking into you without mercy. “So deep…oh! Right there” You let out, your well manicured nails scratching into his back, leaving streaks of angry, puffy red skin in their wake as he pounded into you with relentless force. “Yeah? I know baby. Know just how you like it” he said lowly in your ear, making a shudder run through you. “Always know how to take care of you” he added, his thrusts reaching deeper, every stroke followed by a loud smack of his hips against your ass as he fucked you like an animal in heat.

You swore you were seeing stars at this point, his cock bullying your cervix with each thrust. So deep you could feel it in your lower belly. “So pretty all splayed out on this seat for me, letting me wreck you in a company issued car like a total slut” he said, making you gasp softly and your walls clench around him at the degrading name. He gave a chuckle, bringing his thumb to your bottom lip, making you open your mouth as you stuck your tongue out for it to rest on. “My pretty little slut” he added, noting the way your moans had begun to pick up in octave some, signaling you were getting close. He watched as your eyes rolled back, tongue out and mouth agape with moans falling from you. Fifteen years and never once had he grown tired at the sight of you. You had a beautiful way of making him feel young again, even after all this time. You tried to choke out his name as a warning, making him draw his hand back to let you speak. “It’s okay baby, I’ve got you. Cum for me” he assured, bringing that hand down to your clit, circling it with practiced precision. That was all it took to send you over the edge, your walls squeezing him sending him along with you.

You both sat there for a moment, fighting to catch your breath as you basked in the afterglow of your orgasms. He couldn’t help but smile down at you, seeing you in such a wrecked state because of him. “What?” You asked with a growing grin, making him chuckle. “Nothing, just admiring the view” he replied, making you roll your eyes with a laugh. “Missed you while I was gone” he said softly, his hand smoothing along your hip as he leaned down to be closer to you. “I missed you too, honey” you replied, looping your arms around him and pulling him into a sweet kiss. “I love you so much…feel like I don’t tell you that enough” he said, making you hum as you cupped his stubbled cheek. “You don’t have to, you say it plenty through your actions” you replied, looking into his eyes as your thumb rubbed soothing circles along his skin. “But I’ll never say no to hearing it, ‘cause I love you too” you added playfully, making him chuckle as he kissed you again.

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“Guess I have lots of time to make up for” he said with a grin into your shared kiss, making you laugh. “At home hopefully, my back can only take so much of the back seat” you said as you both got redressed. “And you say I’m old…” he teased, earning a shocked expression from you as he helped you from the back seat back to the passenger seat. “Oh, you’ll pay for those words” you threatened with a smirk as he made his way back into the drivers seat, hand coming to rest on your thigh. “I’ll hold you to it” he replied, kissing your cheek before driving you both back home.

[bisexualiteaa]

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.

“You know, I was just thinking about how our honeymoon didn’t have enough action going on” you spoke sarcastically as you fired your gun at the last few of the shambling hoard that had followed and surrounded you and Leon. He gave a chuckle as he covered you from behind. “Really? That’s not what you were saying last night” he quipped in return, cocky tone and grin stretching to his lips as you shot at the last one left standing, watching it drop to your feet with a heavy, resounding thud. You turned to him with a grin, lowering your weapon as you thought back to the activities you two had gotten up to the night before. “Though I’m starting to wish we would have booked that cruise you were talking about…” he admitted with a slightly defeated tone, making you chuckle as you reloaded your weapon before stowing it away now that there was finally a moment of reprieve. “Told you. But let’s be real honey, they’d have found a way to drag our asses out here no matter what” you answered as you began looking around the room for whatever evidence or supplies you could find. Judging by the hefty sigh that left Leon in response, you knew he knew that to be the truth better than anyone.

You and Leon were happily celebrating your honeymoon when the call came in. Having just gotten married a few nights ago, this was supposed to be your nice, relaxing vacation away from it all. A chance to enjoy each other’s company uninterrupted, and the beginning, you both were hopeful that this vacation would finally be one that you get to fully enjoy. So when you both hadn’t received any calls the first three nights, you both thought maybe, just maybe a miracle was possible.

Oh how wrong you were.

You should’ve known better, nothing was sacred when it came to the needs of the DSO. It was simple; if they needed you, they called and the only answer you could ever give was yes.

“Is it too much to ask for a vacation away with my wife?” He asked, it was rhetorical of course but the annoyance in his tone was evident as you both examined the room you were in. He couldn’t remember the last time he actually got to really enjoy some time off with you. “Still can’t get enough of that, you know. Wife just has such a better ring to it” you replied coyly, making him grin as he sifted through papers lazily strewn about on the desk in front of him, frustration evident in the scrunch of his brow but he was doing his best to hold himself together for you. You watched as he leaned against the desk, sighing and shaking his head as all of the papers he’d read seemed to be of no use. He could be back at the hotel right now enjoying a nice bottle of champagne with you, celebrating your marriage but instead, he was here.

It irritated him to no end.

“Are you enjoying your vacation, Mrs. Kennedy?” he asked playfully but sourly at the same time, mocking the words of the agent on the other end of the phone call you’d received before coming here. It earned a bubbly giggle from you at the sound of your newly acquired last name, despite the grumpy nature of his tone. “Well…it could use a few more candles, a lot more alcohol and maybe a little less of the uhh…abandoned laboratory feel but hey, so long as I’m with you then I have no complaints” you replied sweetly, trying to offer him at least some level of ease by placing your hand softly on his shoulder as you came up to him from behind. You could feel the frustration practically radiating from him. You both had been looking forward to this trip for quite some time, so you understood exactly why he was upset. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little let down yourself but you were doing your best to keep a level head for the both of you. Yet despite his anger for the situation, he couldn’t help but smile and feel quite a bit of it leave him almost instantly as he turned around to face you, placing his hands on your hips as he pulled you closer. Just because you were on a mission now didn’t have to mean he couldn’t still take a minute to appreciate you. So he was going to do just that. “Me either” he responded, relishing in the calming feeling of your hand coming up to softly cup his cheek, grounding him and allowing the world around you to cease to exist for a little bit as you brought him in for a sweet kiss.

You could practically feel the tension melting from him as you looped your arms around his neck, a soft sigh leaving him into your shared kiss as he held you close. Moments like these weren’t rare between you when you would be out on operations together, finding any chance you could get to just steal a moment away. Especially if they were particularly stressful. You could hardly contain the excited giggle that left you as he picked you up, placing you on top of the desk he was searching and slotting himself between your legs with practiced ease.

But if there was any resounding theme to this trip it was that fleeting moments like these, no matter how nice they were, unfortunately just wouldn’t last as long as you’d both hoped they would. Before his hands could make their way towards the hem of your shirt, your heated moment of romance hoping to be enjoyed through all of this mess was interrupted. The sounds of heavy foot falls accompanied by a chainsaw being loudly revved from behind the door left you both quickly looking in the direction it was all coming from. “Okay…suddenly I have a few complaints” Leon quipped as you both separated, readying your weapons and steeling yourselves for whatever, or whoever, was on the other side of that door.

At least you had each other through all of the chaos, and one hell of a night together to look forward to once this was all over.

[bisexualiteaa]

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

10pm, so started your nightly routine. Late enough at night where most of the city was at home, but still early enough for some of the headlights of the cars passing by to illuminate the roads. There you would sit on the roof of your apartment building, gazing at the stars as you would play music and enjoy the fresh air. You would do this until about midnight perhaps later, waiting until the quietest part of the night to finally retreat back to your apartment. You held a lot of sentiment in your nightly ritual, it was the only thing that seemed to help clear your mind on the nights where it was so heavily clouded, the only thing that seemed to put your soul at ease. It was something of a ritual you shared with Eric, gazing upon the stars and enjoying each other’s company in the silence or with the background of Eric quietly strumming his guitar. You would listen intently and lovingly as he would serenade you so sweetly. How you grieve those days. The days he would spend by your side in your shared apartment, the nights you would spend here pointing out every constellation you could find. You missed how warm it felt in a world now so bitterly cold in his absence. Emptiness took root in your heart, a cold, sad greyscale painting your daily life where once there was vivid color. To feel the pain of losing someone is to know you held a great love for them, but it didn’t make going about life without him any less cruel.

Tonight had been especially difficult, being the one year of his passing, sadness weighed just a little heavier on your shoulders. In truth, it hadn’t felt like it had already been that long, the images of him being lowered down into the ground in a cold casket, covered in six feet of dirt still playing fresh in your mind as if it had only happened yesterday.

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.

It was there that you sat for about an hour, sitting until the tears finally stopped falling from your eyes, until there was nothing left for you to say. By then the rain had steadily began to pick up in pace, turning from a small trickle to a near down pour, blanketing the sky with darkness as a storm rolled through. It was almost poetic, the rain falling so heavily on such a dark, dreary day. Yet through it all, the crow persevered, staying with you through your sobs and through the rain. It brought you an odd sense of solace, as if Eric was telling you one last time that “it can’t rain all the time.”

“Sleep peacefully, my love. And one day may your widow join you, then love will guide us to each other once more” you said, kneeling to his grave marker and placing a gentle kiss to it before rising to your feet. “Until next time, darling” you finished, bidding both your husband and the crow adieu before making your way back to your apartment.

You sighed as you hummed and sang to yourself, your janky headphones that were beyond obsolete at this rate still barely clinging to life as they sat on your head. You would never get rid of them however, no matter how old or how much they fall apart. After all they were the very pair that Eric gave to you when you first started dating. It was there that you both sat in the book store just a few paces up the street from where you used to live, sharing music, laughs and conversation with each other over cups of coffee on a beautifully dreary day. You’d never forget that day, it was one of your favorites from the many handfuls of dates you’d gone on with him in the very beginning. You both would find any excuse to turn what you were doing into a date, whether it be a simple walk through the park, a day at the bookstore or you going to one of his rehearsals with his band, you always found a way to be together and enjoy the moment. It’s what kept that spark alive between you both, promising to chase after each other and love like each day could be your last.

You never thought that one day that sentiment would ever hold actual truth behind it.

Your eyes were closed, your back laid against the cement rooftop of the building as rain drops pattered against your face. The rain soaked your clothes nearly all the way through and your hair was absolutely drenched but you didn’t really care, you were far too caught up in the music and memories as they flashed through your mind to truly pay it any mind. Typically you were all alone in this routine now, but tonight it seemed that fate had sent you visitor.

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.

“How am I meant to spend our favorite holiday without you here with me? How am I meant to enjoy this day again when I no longer have you to enjoy it with?” You asked in a somber tone, bringing your knees to your chest as you stared off into the distance. Tears began to stream down your face once again as one of the songs from his band, the Hangman’s Joke, began to play. It felt as if it was almost taunting you with his voice. “I want to. I crave ever so terribly to because I know how much you loved it, and I know you would still want me to celebrate in your absence but even so, I fear I may never hold it in the same light as I used to” you finished before a soft sob escaped you, your head coming to rest against your knees as you wept with sadness and guilt. Guilt for not celebrating Eric’s favorite holiday in spirit of him, but how could you? How could you celebrate it when on the very same day, he was taken from you? It just didn’t feel right.

Despite the company of the crow, it was moments like these that you’d truly never felt so alone. Between your broken cries and your sniffles you somberly hummed and sang along with the song playing loudly from your headphones.

Oh, it won’t rain all the time

The sky won’t fall forever

And though the night seems long

Your tears won’t fall forever

Oh, when I’m lonely

I lie awake at night

And I wish you were here

I miss you

Can you tell me

Is there something more to belive in?

Or is this all there is?

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.

You shakily cupped his face with both hands, pulling him to you and into a kiss that you’d been craving so desperately to be able share with him again. He held you close as he returned your affections, his one hand coming to grip your hip as the other cradled the back of yours that lay on his cheek. He wanted there to be as little space between you as possible. Wanting to feel your warmth, to be reminded of your touch and your love that he’d gone far too long without. He held onto you for dear life, terrified that if he was to let go, he would disappear again and he couldn’t have that.

When you two finally did part, you pressed your forehead to his, shutting your eyes and taking in this moment of tender intimacy. You paid no mind to his long, wet curls sticking to your forehead as you did, focusing only on this wonderful gift. “How I’ve dreamt of this day, how long I’d begged for this chance…never once did I think my yearning words would be heard” you said as his hand came to the back of your head, soothing along your hair. “Yet here you are” you finished, a soft chuckle leaving you in astonishment. “I could never be away from you for long” he replied, making you giggle as you hugged him tightly, resting your head against his chest and taking solace in the soft patter of his heartbeat against his sternum. He was here, he was real, and now there was no doubt that he was certainly alive. “I’ll hold you to that” you responded playfully, making him laugh. “I wouldn’t want it any other way” he answered, closing his eyes and taking in your warmth, taking in the fact that he was holding you in his arms once more. That he was finally back where he belonged.

Here, with you.

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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

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It was nearing midnight when you both stumbled through the front door and into your house where it all began. You were both all smiles and laughter as you came in after a pretty heated G&G session, closing the door behind you quickly as his lips chased yours with interest. Your back was soon pressed to it as he leaned against you, your hands moving along his back desperately clawing at the cloak that draped around his shoulders. Thank goodness Dorian was no longer embodying your front door or else you would have had much to answer for the next time you walked by him. A soft giggle left you that soon morphed into a moan as his hands found your plush hips, grabbing them tightly and ensuring the space between your bodies was reduced to a very finite, almost nonexistent, amount. He groaned lowly into your passionate kiss as he felt your hands climb along his frame, fingers gliding into his short, dark hair as your tongues tangled together in a battle for dominance over one another. “Fuck...you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this” he let out, his tone deeper and more gravelly now with his breathing a bit ragged as he stood before you, cheeks flushed and pupils dilated as he gazed upon you. It sent a pleasant tingle down your spine, only further fueling the fire that had been raging in your core all night long. You couldn’t help but giggle a little in response, rather astounded yourself that you were here with him like this now. You looked up at him with a half lidded expression as your hands sat against his chest, enjoying the more lustful side of him as you got him all worked up already. “Likewise” you responded playfully, a growing smile coming to your lips as he leaned closer once more.

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.

There were many nights he’d spent dreaming of how this would go, how stunning you’d look beneath him as he’d pleasure you, the way you would call his name with lust and love lacing your tone, how your eyes would gaze up at him wantonly, begging him to fill you with his cum. Yet he’d learned in just a short amount of time that nothing in his wildest, steamiest dreams would ever be able to top this moment with you. You looked absolutely ethereal right now with your plush thighs straddling his hips, your tits bouncing in time with the way you rode him as you looked down at him beneath you. It was almost overwhelming, being treated to the sight of you on top of him like this, paired with the sight of his cock disappearing inside of you each time you would descend down his shaft. He moaned beneath you at the way your warm, gummy walls sucked him in so perfectly, his fingers digging into your hips as he met your thrusts with his own. “Oh fuck, feels so good baby…” he let out, making you smile as you tilted your head back, enjoying the way his tip would nudge your cervix when his hips would meet yours in an attempt to mimic your rhythm. It sent stars to your vision each time he would nudge that sweet spot deep inside of you. “Doing so good for me, just like that” you praised, making him moan once more as he continued to do just as you said, wanting nothing more than to make you feel good any way he could. And by god did he make you feel good.

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.

You looked to him with a smile, your breathing not quite evened out just yet, but he swore in that moment that there couldn’t have been a prettier sight than you post-coitus. Your cheeks flushed, a thin sheen of sweat adorned your forehead and chest, your neck and chest littered with marks that showed where his lips had been and along with it, a blissful smile. Even better was the sight of you down below, his cum slowly seeping out of you and covering his cock that still lay sheathed within you. It almost made him hard again at the sight. His hand came up to cup your cheek tenderly, his eyes drinking you in lovingly before pulling you into a sweet kiss. One that was much softer than the others you’d shared previously this night, but it still held affection behind it all the same. “Thank you” he said into it, just shy of a whisper against your kiss swollen lips. You softly chuckled as you pulled away to look at him. “For what?” You asked, curiosity in your gaze. “For allowing me to share this moment with you, for letting me show you how much I care” he responded genuinely, making your heart almost flutter at his kind tone. You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips in reply, making him smile. “How does it feel now that you’re realized?” You asked, making him chuckle. “Oh holy crit, SOOO much better” he quickly and enthusiastically replied, making you both laugh. “Can we…do it again?” He asked, making you blush as you felt him throb back to life within you, leaving you rather shocked. “Don’t worry…” he started before gently pushing you to your back against the bed, him hovering over you now with an almost devious look in his eyes.

“Promise I’ll go easy on you.”