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[cheleanortruther]

Jealousy

Re9!Leon Kennedy x reader

1.8k words — Summary: After a misunderstanding between you, Leon, and a handsy intern you caught climbing him like a tree, you decide to take this as an opportunity to re-train him.

Warnings: SMUT, fluff towards end, Sub!re9 Leon + passionate munch!re9 Leon idgaf, dom!reader, fem!reader with afab anatomy, oral sex (fem receiving), squirting, dry humping, coming in pants, old Leon down horrendous for his partner, mentions of leash and collaring, dirty talk, possible OOC Leon

Author’s note: I wrote this at 2 am then blacked out and had no memory of what I was writing. Upon rereading I’m literally clutching my pearls idk what kind of demon timing my tired self is on 😭😭😭😭 enjoy this overly freaked out fic

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Leon could come right now, just from fucking into the bed while your thighs squeezed his head mercilessly. Your sheets were sure to be ruined as his clothed cock—leaky as a faucet—rubbed against the fabric with every strained pass of his hips.

He wanted to do this every day. He wanted you every day. Shit, the more he thinks about it, the more he does feel like he’s about to come as he devours your pussy.

You took the lead tonight, pent up and particularly pissed after visiting Leon at work for lunch, only to find an intern all over him, hands clasping onto his shoulders suggestively. Despite his reassurances that she ‘surprised’ him and explanations of how he ‘tried to shut her down’ in the argument that followed later that evening, you were convinced he was losing focus. Now, you’re using this as an opportunity to re-train him.

As punishment for being “distracted,” (though eating your pussy is the last thing he considers punishment), you put Leon on his knees and ordered for him to ‘fix it,’ followed by: “You’re gonna make me come at least four times before you can even think about palming your cock.”

You promised to have him pussy whipped and aching. You’ve made good on your promise so far.

He’s made you come three times by spearing his tongue and fingers into you for the past hour, all while he’s been left high and dry. God, he wishes you’d let him finish—he’d spurt every rope of his cum into his boxers at your very command, then happily continue to drown himself in your soaking cunt. Every time his breathing gets just a bit too heavy—a telltale sign that he’s close—you pull him away from your pussy and slip your tongue into his mouth instead, only releasing the kiss when you know he’s not still at risk of blowing his load.

Leon is simultaneously in heaven and hell. Your slick pours steadily into his mouth like ambrosia, insatiably greedy with your cunt. Every taste he gets of you draws low, desperate moans from his throat that vibrate directly into you. His hands tighten their grip on your plush thighs and ass for more leverage, somehow pulling you even closer to him.

How can you think he doesn’t pay as much attention to you anymore? How could he possibly think about anyone else when he’s so completely at your mercy?

Picking up speed in time with the increase of your pornographic moans, he latches his lips around your clit and sucks harshly. Your back draws tight like a bow into an arch off the bed, hands exhaustedly gripping Leon’s graying locks of hair for stability—which only makes his cock throb and spurs him on further.

Through whines and pants, you manage to sigh out, “I’m gonna come.” You shamelessly grind up into Leon’s relentless mouth, falling apart as he continuously switches between thrusting into your pussy and licking stripes up your folds.

“‘M yours to use,” he slurs, muffled against you because he refuses to fully pull away from you. “Come alllllll over my face. Make a mess on me, sweet girl.”

Leon’s positively filthy words, paired with a particular swirl of his tongue on your clit, has you careening off the edge, blinding white pleasure pulsing throughout your veins. As you come down completely spent, you vaguely register the string of curses you let out as you tug strongly on Leon’s hair, followed by a louder, broken groan from Leon himself.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. The second you gush squirt onto his mouth and chin, Leon is coming in his boxers before he can even will himself to hold off. He continues to twitch against the bed with every rope of cum he shoots, releasing near pained whines into your pussy. He drops his forehead against your lower stomach while the shocks of both of your orgasms subside.

After the tension is fully loosened from your bodies, he lets himself rest more deeply on your stomach for a while, tilting his head slightly to press his cheek against you. Pure bliss settles into Leon’s chest—and recovering cock—as he softly kneads your sensitive thighs with his hands, the cold press of his wedding band making you shiver. Everything is peaceful for a moment, until he tenses against you in realization.

He disobeyed you. He came when you specifically told him not to—the stickiness of his boxers makes it apparent. In the calm of the room, your softening breaths, and the white noise of your bedside fan, he hopes you’re too dazed to notice anything. If you did, he was sure you wouldn’t let him come again for a week.

All is forgotten as you sink deeper into the bed, pulling Leon up to rest his head on your chest and running a gentle hand through his hair. The motion calms his worries, a contented, puppy-like sigh slipping out from his mouth. He buries his face in your tits like they’re his salvation.

Thank God his badass coworkers can’t see him now.

His coworkers. Leon’s mind flits to the new intern whose name he can’t remember that he’ll definitely be reporting to HR. He eventually breaks the comfortable silence with the topic you both were avoiding, lifting his head to see you. “I really wasn’t doing anything with that intern.”

He can see you visibly deflate under him at his millionth reassurance. “Never had eyes for anyone but you, I promise,” he grabs your left hand to press a kiss to your ring, “you’re it for me.”

You blow out a breath through your teeth, eyebrows furrowing in exhaustion rather than irritation. “I think I’ve known that all day. I just…you’ve been gone so much on these ‘missions’ you ‘can’t talk about,’ and seeing you with someone else scared me, even if I knew you weren’t interested in her,” you glance away from Leon, “I wanted something to be angry about. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. You’re it for me,” he repeats, tilting his head to keep eye contact with you. He only relents when he gets a smile to crack onto your face, dropping his head back to your chest.

Though he reverts back into an empty-headed state at first, he suddenly grows more embarrassed of himself as his post-orgasm brain fog clears. Leon is a very serious, very official pushing-50 DSO agent, and you made him come in his pants like he was an inexperienced 21-year-old again, then coddled him afterwards.

The worst part, he thinks, is how much he likes it. You, in all your angelic glory, are the only one he trusts enough to act like this with—he’d let you have your way with him any time you want. He can feel himself flush at the thought of coming to your workplace and being kept under your desk. Nearly the entire top half of his body heats up as he pictures you, hard at work but slipping in composure while he fervently laps at your clit.

Much to his chagrin, you notice the pink tint dusting Leon’s ears that are illuminated by moonlight coming from the bedroom window. Confused, you’re about to sit up and question him when your naked thigh accidentally brushes across the damp spot on his crotch. Another tense moment passes before he can tell that knowing, smug look you wear every time you know you’ve worked him up is spreading across your perfect features. He feels the vibrations of laughter rumbling from your chest before he hears it. “Leon.”

Unsure of what to do, Leon moves to dive into your neck, letting out a hum in response that he hopes sounds casual as he plants kisses along the column of your throat. He’s hoping you’ll drop whatever you’re about to start, but he knows with absolute certainty that you won’t.

“Did you come just from going down on me?” you do your best to stifle another snicker, but it bubbles up from your throat anyways.

“If I say yes, will you hold that against me?” He rumbles against you, clearly sheepish.

You ponder for a moment before shrugging noncommittally, “I technically should…but you know I’m bad at holding grudges.”

“You’re an everyday saint, baby,” Leon muses as his hand finds your chin, pulling you gently into a chaste kiss. “Y’just taste so goddamn sweet,” he mumbles against your lips in between continued pecks, “Can’t blame a man for being attracted to his wife.”

“Guess not,” you grin as you loop your arms around his neck, “It’s sexy, anyway. I like you a little pathetic.”

Leon, very lamely, tries to feign nonchalance over your words with a corny quip, “Next thing I know, you’ll have me in a collar with a matching leash.”

“Don’t give me any ideas,” is all you say, sounding as serious as ever aside the teasing lilt Leon had in his voice.

“You are a perverted freak, you know that?” He lets out a breath of amusement, brushing his nose against yours. Even as he makes fun of you, heat crawls up his neck at the visuals his head is suddenly filled with. A leash would look good in your hands…

He leans in, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he speaks lowly, “You can restrain me however you want. Pretty sure it comes with the whole marriage deal.”

“Of course, I remember that in the vows. In between the sickness and health part, right?” You quip, before realizing that you just made a stupid quip. “Oh god…I’m turning into you. I’m corny and old.”

Leon can’t help but fully laugh into your ear, giving your ass a taunting squeeze. He doesn’t miss the nearly imperceptible moan that escapes from you at the action. “This corny old man just made you squirt on his face, and he’s gearing up to do it again.”

Your legs slide up his to lock around his waist, pressing your palms against his hard chest, “right, you owe me one more orgasm, plus an extra for coming early,” a sly smile stretches across your features again. “I’ll be sweet enough to let it slide for now, but if you do it again I’ll make sure to keep you so pent up this week that you’ll come just from looking at my pussy.”

He can’t get enough of you, cock already stiffening against you once more. With his renewed ELPIS anecdote energy, he hasn’t been able to control himself. You invade his thoughts and senses to an overstimulating degree. “Well,” he begins as he grabs your ankles to delicately remove your legs from around him, before making his descent back to where you’re dripping for him. “you are the boss.”

[alechugh]

This is canon btw

[myrfing]

i really really really like this image. #Walking

[skywalkerbound]

things i’ve experienced because i never gave up on shifting

getting married

riding a dragon

living in a castle

living in ancient mesopotamia

living as a jaguar

living in the amazon rainforest

being a witch

befriending vampires

befriending werewolves

[enigma-system]

Crossing by Daylight🐞

[ennyshifts]

you can shift by daydreaming. you can shift by fantasizing. you can shift by romanticizing. you can shift by thinking negatively. you can shift while doubting. you can shift while overthinking. you can shift while feeling disconnected. you can shift if you don’t take breaks. you can shift if you don’t feel motivated. you can shift if you don’t believe in yourself.

you can shift by doing whatever. you. want.

people telling you otherwise are just speaking from their own limitations and you have no reason to listen to them. you don’t have to agree with certain beliefs if they don’t align with what feels right to you. you don’t have to accept anything people say if it feels limiting or wrong!

always listen to yourself first. your intuition will guide you far better than outside noise ever could. you are allowed to follow what makes sense to you, because:

you don’t need permission from others, only yourself. ‹𝟹

[avirtualeden]

me remembering for the millionth time that reality can be whatever i want

[jazuzzle]

this barrier you feel between you and your desired reality friends, is completely illusional. it feels like a brick wall you need to penetrate to reach bliss. as if your cr and dr are two separate "universes".

you keep thinking that you never met your friends (who you still love, despite everything) because you never shifted.

but why would you feel such a deep love for a stranger you haven't even met yet? it just doesn't add up.

i feel closer to my dr friends than anyone else i have ever met. it's like I've known them for a thousand lifetimes, like we instantly clicked, like a lightning strike the very moment we met, signifying a butterfly effect that will affect me for the rest of my life. (i don't remember when we met and when i started loving them. however the moment i was born, it was written in the stars, that we will be friends. i went a decade and a half never knowing this. when i realised, it changed me as a person).

but have you ever locked eyes with a stranger across a crowded room, or walked past a classmate you never spoke to, but you know there's something there, an untold story that you haven't discovered yet? like fate, like you were destined to cross paths?

or like a one true soulmate, your twin flame, your other half, that you will never drift apart from, because you can't live without them, like you held your breath for 17 years and tasted oxygen for the first time when you met them?

who can tell you this isn't real? who are you allowing to deny you of this feeling? why would you ever underestimate how special this is?

you have felt emotions, (i am sure of this), about your dr, people in your dr, things in your dr, places in your dr. you remember the exact way your soul feels when you are in your special place, your true home, and every time you think about being there, your heart warms up. THIS IS PROOF THAT IT EXISTS. YOU WOULDN'T FEEL THIS WAY TOWARDS SOMETHING FICTIONAL. if you do, that means it's just not fictional. it's more than anything you ever thought you knew. a tv show, that's more than just a show to us, is so much more than what you see on tv. every character you love is a real person, as real as you, every place is a place you can visit. and every plot is a scenario you can experience.

nothing is ever over by the way.

remember, a love this true can never be denied. nobody can convince you there was nothing there

have you realised yet, that there was never a barrier, fence, or wall, to begin with?

[brothermouse-skeleton]

Just saw the new Beniot Blanc movie, I love that this established that Blanc's crime solving M.O. is to team up with whatever suspect has the kindest heart and commit minor acts of obstruction of justice to keep them from getting arrested until he can crack the case.

I hope that southern fried fancy boy never stops adopting good people at grisly murder scenes.

[shifteruncensored]

the architecture of you

let’s start over. not with some dramatic explosion or phoenix rising from the ashes moment but let’s all just collectively take a breath and talk ok?

right now, shifting culture feels like a strange scavenger hunt. people are running around with metaphorical flashlights. stumbling over their own expectations. eager for the “true” answer when honestly? it’s never been hidden. your consciousness was never tied to one focal point. you’re fluent in being. you just forgot.

shifting isn’t a method. It’s not a secret ritual. you need to struggle like you’re in a rpg game and you’re fighting the final boss. it’s quite literally just you (yes you) realizing you already exist in infinite realities. you just didn’t notice. that’s it. everything else is commentary.

when you understand that, you began to comprehend that shifting itself isn’t difficult, your brain has just been taught to think it’s impossible.

society somehow hammered into you that effort = value. struggle = worth. waiting is virtue. disbelief = rationality. since your childhood, you’ve been told to value scarcity & worry about progress & postpone happiness for later date.

but it isn’t true.

what you call “your mindset” is at large, a stitched together script passed along by others. repeated so often it seems normal. the idea that you could just choose to have it all right at this very second contradicts all that conditioning. you’ve learned to see reality as fixed. your body as a prison. your imagination as a distraction.

and yet? here you are reading this. already bending the rules.

shifting isn’t about effort culture though. it’s about what you focus on. where are you . . . really? who are you ( even if you don’t notice ) ? which version of reality actually do you ( again yes you ) prefer ?

you’ve probably gone over it all in your head many times. you’ve managed your thoughts like you’re filing paperwork at some dull government desk.

but honestly? in the nicest way i can say it, consciousness doesn’t care. it doesn’t make deals. it doesn’t need your approval. it just is.

the architecture of you is already built.

[shaysplanet]

if you’ve been trying to shift for several months or years and nothing has worked, i want you to try something, okay? ready?

STOP TRYING! “oh, but shay i already don’t try, i just intend-” ERR! WRONG! i’m not saying to intend and hope for the best but to drop the intention entirely and let your subconscious take the wheel.

my theory—and i have practiced this—is that when you go to sleep with no agenda or expectations, your awareness is free to do whatever you want. your resistance becomes nonexistent because you’re no longer bracing for a particular outcome. and because you’re no longer directing the process, your awareness finally has the freedom to show you where you already wanted to go.

if you’ve spent months or years connecting to reality after reality, scripting up and down, meditating like your life depends on it and your effort has still not brought you your desire it’s because you haven’t allowed it in yet.

and the best way to allow it in is by doing nothing—at ALL—to work for it.

shifting is not something that wants to be chased, it wants to chase you!

YOU are the object of your dr’s attention.

YOU are the centerpiece—there is no dr without your awareness.

so why not allow it to do the work of chasing you for a change?

why block off the connection that you are so naturally owed?

if you’re the type of person to find that the moment you decide to take a break from shifting, you suddenly see synchronicities or have “close calls” then this is your sign to follow that and stop trying to shift!

really, the only time anyone should be “trying” is when they’re doing an awake method but that’s a topic for a different day…

all i’m trying to say is that when you’re not blocking the awareness with checking or overplanning and bargaining, you are aligning.

think about it.

you don’t fall asleep by trying to fall asleep.

you fall asleep by letting your body do what it knows how to do.

shifting works the same way. it’s natural for our awareness to shift. so trust in yourself and your natural ability. you are already in your dr.

[shifteruncensored]

the concept of someone who shifts every single second saying they are incapable of shifting :

[shifteruncensored]

you’re allowed to skip the struggle arc.

some of you spend so much of your time thinking you owe the universe some sort of hardship before you get what you want. that you must suffer so that shifting feels “earned.” i hate to be the one to break it to you but you’ve seen too many movies. you’ve romanticized your own hardship as some sort of aesthetic prerequisite.

you don’t need to suffer. you don’t need to heal every single wound. you don’t need to “perfect” your mind or overcome 10,000 “blockages” over a blood moon. you can skip straight to the part where it's already yours. bcs well….it is!

the ache of longing isn’t some sort of spiritual currency. trauma isn’t some sort of golden ticket.

the multiverse doesn’t need your character development or your tears as validation. it doesn’t need a slow burn. every version of you already exists!!! yes. really. the one who’s thriving. the one who’s living your dream. the one who’s shifted.

you do not need to “earn” shifting through suffering or surviving. it's already yours. no montage or struggle arc or dramatic rain soaked breakdown required (amazing i know!!).

your dr isn’t a prize. genuinely. it’s an place you tune into. like changing the radio to a different station. no fade out. just the next song already playing.

you’re not too late or losing time. you’re don’t need to pay dues in blood to be where you want. the multiverse is endless and impartial. it gives you the remote and says “pick the channel. no fine print.”

choose to become aware of the scene already playing.

[autismermaid]

When you finally shift and you realize that shifting WAS that easy the entire time

[sntsnflwr]

It came to me in a vision

[multiiversaldiva]

| Giving your dr a sense of reality instead of treating it like a fictional realm.

Starting off strongly with one of my favourite quotes from Tyler Durden (Fight Club), "Stop trying to control everything, and just let go", this lesson of ours will solely be practical. We are going to take a step back from theory, as we have truely sucked in all the knowledge we need to know. And honestly, I don't wanna bore the living HELL out of you by making you read a 10,000 word essay explaining everything you already know, so step back from 'just making sure' you're doing the right thing. Too much knowledge can lead to an obsession, and the LOA/Reality shifting isn't just about understanding the theory, so it's time to break out of our comfort zone and start somewhere. Legit, I'm gonna get straight to the point. No theory. Just practice.

THE HYPNAGOGIC STATE - The 'in-between' state of wakefulness and sleep, where the mind is awake and the body is asleep. This state boosts creativity and the ability to imagine freely without the distractions from the outer world as it is fluid and unrestricted. The hypnagogic state can be achieved by breathing exercises or meditation. So do what you will with that and find whatever technique that suits you.

PAIR THE HYPNAGOGIC STATE WITH THE 5 SENSES - Once you have relaxed into the 'in-between' state (which isn't a difficult thing to do so don't you DARE overcomplicate it or put it on a pedestal as well because I am WATCHING you. GET SERIOUS.), you should start visualising your dr. Not in a daydream-like state, not in a "aw man I wish I was there" state. No. No. No. BE in the moment. FEEL the scene and FEEL that version of you. The 4D is real. FEEL 5 things you can touch, 4 things you can smell, 3 things you can hear, 2 things you can see, and 1 thing you can taste. Give your desired reality a sense of reality because IT IS a reality. It's THERE. Don't visualise for the sake of visualising and go "yeah let me just get this out of the way" because I'm telling you RIGHT NOW you're rushing for NOTHING. So... take your time. Feel your reality. Claim it. Make it yours. And no there shouldn't be any of that "but I didn't feel anything change!!" bullshit because that would mean you are STILL stuck on 'waiting for the outer world to change first' and STILL identifying your consciousness with your old concept of self instead of your desired concept of self.

Bam. You've shifted.

[multiiversaldiva]

assumptions you just … need to stop subconsciously making. PART TWO!!!!

Forgetting = Failure. "If I forget my manifestation then it won't come". - Forgetting does not mean your manifestation has instantly failed. "OOHH NOOUUURRR I FORGOT TO AFFIRM, THAT MEANS MY MANIFESTATION WON'T COME TO FRUITION!!" Your subconsciousness works behind the scenes when you don't know it. Like watching a play on stage, there are people doing backstage work to put the play piece together right? So then the audience can watch it all happen. Your subconscious mind is the backstage, doing all the work so you can experience your desired reality consciously. Dig deep (in your butt twin🤖) in yourself, do you have a subconscious fear that states 'if I forgot about my desire, then it won't come"? If so, drop it and decide that it no longer aligns with you, and that "forgetting" your manifestation actually discards unnecessary control & pressure.

(Connects to last point) Waking up in your cr = failure. "I always wake up in my cr no matter what I do." - Firstly, detach from the idea of 'failure' in general. This reality is 1 out of infinite and you are coooooooooonstantly shifting all the time through thoughts, decisions, and assumptions. Ask yourself, is there a subconscious fear of 'letting go' because you feel like you'll forget, and then you won't shift to your dr? Have you unintentionally assumed that? If that's so, remind yourself that you, as a conscious being, is the one shifting through different versions of who you call your physical self. For example. I am Angie, right? But... I AM is my consciousness. Angie is just a version of me out of infinite versions. Some days I say "oh my gosh I am so tired." "I am so happy!" "I am not happy." "I am strong." There's only one I AM, but infinite versions of the I AM. I get to decide which one I want to align with. "I AM in my desired reality." I am actively choosing to align with the version of me that is already in my desired reality. It's not a matter of what you do, it's a matter of who you decide to identify as.

Not seeing changes in the 3D = Your manifestation isn't happening. "I've tried everything, from a to z, why is my 3D not conforming?" - Do you affirm and persist and just... wait for it to all unfold while pretending to have it? Or do you affirm and persist to consciously embody the version of yourself who already is experiencing your desire? You can't have the outer world tight in your grip. You will LITERALLY struggle if you constantly keep peeking your head through going "psst... are you working!?". Think of the last time you thought "hm... I should do some chores today! I feel like helping!" and then your parent went "you better be doing them dishes!!" and then you suddenly feel like you don't want to do it anymore because you feel like you're EXPECTED to do it. It's the same with the 3D. Trust it and as awareness, you will always be where you need to be. So, drop the expectations, because when you expect nothing, you gain everything.

🤍🤍🤍 I hope this helped clear up any subconscious systems you've had. Detach from them, as they no longer serve you.