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she/they, 18 | everything that’s on my mind, hollanov-pilled, nsfw blog sub!leon truther

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leon s. kennedy;

jerking off husband!leon from behind // ❤︎

dry footjob w/ husband!leon // ❤︎

gojo satoru;

nothing for now!

jayce talis;

nothing for now!

viktor / machine herald;

nothing for now!

ships:

hollanov, jayvik, meljay, aeon, cleon, chreon, serennedy

[lilithkleia]

nerd!gojo solving a rubik’s cube while you edge him ! (based on this req)

“hey toru, you know how to solve a rubik’s cube right?”

“are you kidding me?! of course i do!” he gasps, almost offended at the mere thought of you doubting his world class abilities.

“alright here!” you toss a cube right at him, all the colours at every corner mismatched while gojo eyes you as if you’ve gone insane.

he judges the cube in his hands, his mind running a mile a minute before he begins to turn each row and column between his fingers. it’s easy. well, it should’ve been.

that was until you placed a soft kiss on his cheek, your hands toying with the waistband of his pants, his cock slowly hardening while you palmed at it through his sweats.

“w—what’re you—”

“focus, pretty boy.”

you slowly dragged his sweats down, just enough to free his pretty cock from its confines, right before you spat into your palm, wrapping your hands around his pretty shaft—

“f…fuck—wait this isn’t fair!”

“i thought you were supposed to be smart, toru~ don’t disappoint me.” you cooed, slowly jerking him up and down, his poor leaky dick already throbbing in your grasp with just a few strokes.

he tried to focus on the colours of the stupid rubik’s cube he had in hand, and the worst part is, he knew exactly how to solve it. but with your hand pumping him so good, all he could think about was painting your palm white.

he whimpered against you, trying to get the job done with his shaky hands, but he could feels his balls tighten, his orgasm build up with every shlick, and right as he rolled his head back, you pulled your hand away—leaving gojo just whining at the loss.

“w—wait why—” he whined, his head tilted back in his chair while tears pooled in his pretty eyes, the cube almost forgotten, and still a jumbled mess in his hands.

“i told you to focus, satoru. if you want me to finish you off, you’ll do as i say, correct?” your voice was laced with honey, your words so sweet and so condescending all at once while your fingers found his cock again.

he tried this time, really did, while you moved up and down, his mind entirely focused on doing exactly what you told him to do. he was anything but disobedient, after all.

he was leaking copius amounts of pre while you quickened your pace, but this time he was getting close.

and right as he set the solved cube on his desk he could feel himself cum, white spurts coating your hands and his abs, while he softly moaned your name over and over again.

you slowly moved your hand towards his lips, prying his mouth open.

“good job, now clean up the mess you just made.”

“y—yes ma’am.” is all that left his pretty mouth before he wrapped his pink lips around your cum stained hand.

this one’s for YOU @lynf1n1ty. @yoonsucks im so annoying hi

all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.

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and again

[tonguetiedloser]

So..Can I take you out sometime?

SUMMARY: Agent Kennedy is a smartass, so he reopens his stitches. PAIRING: Leon S. Kennedy/ fem!Reader TAGS: Reader is the doctor, Any era leon works, Fluff and a little crack if you squint, Hunnigan gave him the balls, we love lonely men, a little beta read. 𖦹 Word Count: 2,009 𖦹 Ao3

"Agent Kennedy, you need to stop moving." Your voice cut through, quite displeased by his constant fidgeting. You had patched him up merely two days ago; he had seventeen stitches across his abdomen, fresh bandaging and a lecture he could probably recite word for word by now. Avoid strain. No sudden movement. Rest for at least forty-eight hours.

Simple instructions.

Instructions Leon Kennedy had apparently treated as optional.

Leon was not foreign to the concept of stitches and so you were sure there would be no complications this time as well. Lo and behold, 'I was bored so I went to the camp' which led to your current predicament.  “Says the lady currently driving a needle through my skin,” he muttered with a strained groan, finally leaning back against the operating chair.  "You were the one who denied local anaesthesia. If you want I could still-" You were cut off by him almost immediately. "I don't need local ana-thing for 5 stitches" He said as if you had offended him by even suggesting it. Men. "Then don't move again. I mean it." Sternly, this time.  "You got it doc." Keeping his word, he stopped moving, the only sign that he was not under an anaesthetic being the faces he was making every time the needle went through. The stitching, being superficial, was done relatively fast. You moved away and discarded your gloves.  "I'm writing you up on a strict recovery leave for the next two weeks" , you said flatly as you reached for the clipboard resting on the counter nearby. Leon’s head snapped up so fast you almost feared he had torn another stitch. "Oh, come on, doc, don't do this to me. Hell, I'm pretty sure you're not even allowed to do that."

“Doctor’s authority overrides field assignment if an operative is deemed medically unfit for active duty,” you recited. “Would you like me to continue, or have you memorised this lecture too?”

Leon stared at you for a long second before letting out a quiet sigh through his nose.

“That’s low.”

“What’s low is reopening your stitches because you got bored.” Moving to your desk and sitting down, you picked up his file.

“In my defence, it wasn’t entirely my fault.”

You finally glanced at him, unimpressed. “You voluntarily went to a training camp two days after abdominal sutures.” “They needed me there!” He replied quick on his feet.  "You told me you went because you were bored." Another flat look. A beat of silence "Well, I was bored and they needed help with the rookies." "Leon, we are not arguing about this. You need rest. As your doctor its my responsibility to make sure you stay in good health and shape" You set the clipboard down on the desk with a sharp tap, turning back to face him.

He slumped back onto the operating chair with a groan. "Fine. You're the boss. I'll sit at home and do nothing. Rot basically. Cause that's what u want me to do. Rot." "Leon." "No no. Do as you please. Don't let my misery bother you." "Agent Kennedy."

That finally got his attention.

Barely.

He dragged a hand down his face before peering at you through brown-blond strands falling over tired blue eyes. “You know, people usually buy me dinner before threatening my entire lifestyle.”

You crossed your arms. “People usually don't reopen stitches out of boredom.”  A soft smile took home on his face all the while looking like he was seconds away from falling asleep. Cute. Adorable even. The small voice in your head even urged you to run ur fingers through his hair. How unprofessional, you scolded yourself mentally.   “You’re exhausted,” you said, gentler this time.

“I’m functioning.”

“You were limping when you came in.”

“Hey now you're just being dramatic.”  How stubborn can someone possibly be, level Leon Scott Kennedy. You exhaled slowly through your nose, fighting the urge to smile. Fighting and losing, apparently, because his eyes narrowed the second he caught it.

“There it is,” he said quietly.

“What?”

“That thing.”

You frowned. “Very descriptive.”

“The smile.” He gestured vaguely toward your face. “You try not to do it around me.”

Your heartbeat performed an unhelpful little backflip.

“That is objectively untrue.” Quick to defend yourself and only receiving a "mmhmm" from his end. "FYI, I'm very professional, I do not laugh and giggle with any of the government agents I'm assigned to. Ever." You said trying to gain some of the ground back for it to all be yeeted out the window when leon dramatically clutches his chest. "Agents. There are multiple? You're telling me I'm not the only one?"  You roll your eyes and get up to wash the tools you used. Distracting. Or at least trying your best to distract yourself. That was until Leon spoke up again. "I think you tolerate me quite professionally.” His voice dipped lower, softer around the edges. “I think the smiling part’s separate.” And thank god you were'nt facing him cause he would have totally caught onto how warm that sentence just made you. "You're avoiding the real topic." You said trying to go back to medical leaves. "You're deflecting." God did he ever stop, or was he on a mission to break his poor doctor's composure today? Nope. Not today.

"You need sleep." You said placing the washed stuff back where it belongs "Cruel" Came a quick reply "And at least two weeks off duty." "Crueler."

With that, you turned back only to see him staring at the ceiling as if he had been sentenced to death. You cleared your throat and sat back down at your desk, flipping through his file in an attempt to regain some level of professionalism. “Your vitals are stable for now. But if those stitches reopen again, you’ll need another full closure.”

“Sounds romantic.” You chose to ignore that one.

“You’ll need to come back in a week so I can remove the stitches.”

“A whole week without seeing me?” he mused. “How tragic.”

“You say that like you don’t appear here every three business days.”

“That’s unfair.” To which I replied, "hardly," before standing up and making my way to his other reports to add them into the file as well. Another silence settled between you. 

Too quiet.

The kind of quiet that made you aware of stupid things.

Like the fact Leon’s voice always sounded rougher when he was tired.

Or how he watched you when he thought you weren’t looking.

Or how unfairly good-looking someone had no business being while half-drugged on painkillers. You could feel his gaze lingering again. It made concentrating nearly impossible.

“Why do you do that?” he asked suddenly.

You looked up. “Do what?”

“Act like you don’t like me.”

You nearly dropped the clipboard.

“I never said I didn’t like you.”

“You don’t have to.” His smile turned faintly crooked. “You get all professional whenever things stop being about medical stuff.”

“That is generally how being a doctor works.”

“Mm. See? There it is again.”

You set the clipboard down with perhaps slightly more force than necessary. “You are reading too much into things.”

“Occupational hazard.”

Before you could respond, Leon shifted forward in the chair with a quiet grunt. Immediately, your expression sharpened. “What did I just say about moving?”

“I dropped my phone!” You are quick to pick it up and hand it to him. And as if on cue, it rang loudly in his hand.

Leon glanced at the screen and groaned dramatically. “Great. Hunnigan.”

“Answer it.”

“She’s gonna yell at me.”

“You deserve it.”

He narrowed his eyes at you before answering anyway. “Hey.”

You busied yourself backl with his file while he spoke.

Or rather, while he got scolded.

“Yes, I’m at medical.”

Pause.

“No, I’m fine.”

Longer pause.

“I said I’m fine.”

You heard a faint muffled voice and had to fight down a smile.

Leon pointed accusingly toward you while talking into the phone. “See? This is workplace bullying. You and her. You both are teaming up against me.”

You snorted quietly.

Apparently, that was audible enough because Hunnigan’s voice sharpened through the receiver.

Leon sighed heavily. “Okay, okay. Yes ma’am.”

Another pause.

Then his expression shifted slightly.

Subtler.

Softer.

His eyes flicked toward you briefly before he looked away again.

“...No,” he said after a moment. “Not yet.”

Your brows furrowed slightly.

Not yet?

Hunnigan must have said something else because Leon suddenly rubbed his face with his free hand.

“You are literally making this worse.”

Now you were curious.

Very curious.

A beat later, he hung up and tossed the phone onto his lap.

You crossed your arms. “Problems?” "Aren't there always?...You know what I've realised, doc?" I looked at him, confused, "What have you realised?"

“I like being here.”

You blinked. “In medical?”

“In your office.”

Your heart stumbled traitorously. Was he smooth-talking right now?

“That might genuinely be the saddest thing you’ve ever said.”

“I’m serious.”

You looked at him carefully.

He looked exhausted still. Pale under the fluorescent lights. Hair falling into tired eyes. Stubbornness practically radiated off him in waves.

But underneath all of that was something else.

Ease. Like this was one of the few places where he could unclench for a minute.

For a second, neither of you spoke.

The rain outside had softened into a steady rhythm against the windows. Somewhere farther down the hall, footsteps passed and faded again. 

Leon Kennedy looked unfairly pretty while exhausted. "So...I've got a question for you", Leon spoke up, breaking the quiet. "Sure. What is it?" You noticed the slight shift in posture. The hesitation. The way his gaze flicked away for half a second before returning to yours. “I was wondering...” He cleared his throat lightly. “If maybe you’d want to get dinner sometime.”

Your brain stopped functioning.

Completely.

You stared at him.

Leon immediately grimaced. “Wow. That bad, huh?”

“What?”

“The silence. Usually not a great sign.”

“No, I just…” You blinked rapidly. “You’re asking me out?”

"Well, I was trying to.” A faint flush touched the tips of his ears. “Kinda crashing and burning now.”

“You’re serious?” you said.

You folded your arms again mostly to hide the fact your hands suddenly had nowhere sensible to go. “Agent Kennedy, are you aware that there are probably regulations about this?”

“Probably.”

“And you didn’t even hesitate?”

“I hesitated for like six months.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “Six months!?”

“Listen,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m not exactly great at this anymore.”

The honesty in that statement hit unexpectedly hard.

Not self-pitying.

Just truthful.

Careful.

Like someone testing whether the ground beneath them would hold.

“You could’ve asked someone else,” you pointed out softly.

He looked at you for a long moment.

Then, quieter than before, “Didn’t want someone else.”

The room went still. Outside, thunder rolled somewhere far in the distance.

Leon leaned back again, clearly deciding he’d already embarrassed himself enough for one evening. “Anyway. You can say no. I figured I’d ask before you banished me to house arrest.”

"Wh-I...well..uhh." Words and thoughts had completely escaped you because this was genuinely the last thing you thought would happen. "Hey its ok, you know? It's fine. I'm a big boy, I can take rejections."

You shook your head, trying desperately to ignore the stupid fluttering in your chest. “Leon.”

His expression softened slightly at the sound of his name. “I’m serious” he said quietly.

"Well...You are going to recover first." And upon hearing that, he visibly perked up. As if you had just given a golden retriever its favourite treat. And god did the sudden, wide-eyed hopefulness look adorable on him. "...and after?" He asked carefully

You tried to maintain professionalism.

You truly did. But the small smile found your face anyways. "After...maybe dinner."

Leon stared for exactly one second before visibly relaxing with a smile as he looked at you.

“There it is again,” he said softly.

You frowned slightly. “What?”

“That smile.” +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ A/n: First leon fic!! Not sure how I feel about it tho. Did you guys like it? ❥𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽!!

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all twisted sparring with leon turns spicy drabble !

tw. mdni. dry humping. flirting. manhandling. semi public sex. clit rubbing. almost caught.

the training room in the BSAA safehouse was a converted warehouse, all concrete floors and exposed pipes. flluorescent lights hummed overhead casting sterile white across the mat-covered center where you stood slightly breathless facing leon.

he’d been at it for forty-five minutes. started with basic stance work—feet shoulder-width apart, knees soft and weight balanced. moved into striking drills that left your forearms aching from blocking his padded hits. now he was circling you like a wolf, those blue eyes tracking every shift of weight, every nervous glance.

"again.” he said voice low, patient. "you’re telegraphing the cross. that shoulder dip tells me exactly what's coming."

you reset your guard, fists up, stance wide. leon moved in throwing a slow jab that you slipped, then a hook you caught on your elbow. he was taking it easy on you—you could tell by the way he pulled his punches, the way his breath stayed steady while yours came in fast sharp gasps.

"better." he closed the distance stepping inside your reach and suddenly his hands were on your hips, guiding you backward. "but you're still thinking too much. fightings not about thinking."

"what’s it about?" the words came out breathier than you intended.

his hands stayed on you, warm through the thin cotton of your tank top. "you gotta feel it.”

he moved again, a sweep that knocked your feet out from under you, but his arms caught you before you hit the mat. for a heartbeat you were suspended, back arched with his body pressed against yours from chest to thigh. then he lowered you down, following one knee between your legs, his breath ghosting across your jaw.

the mat smelled like rubber and sweat. leon smelled like something darker—cedar and gunpowder and the sharp musk of exertion. his face was inches from yours, that stubbled jaw tight, eyes blown at the pupils.

"this part of the lesson?" you managed.

his mouth twitched. not quite a smile. "depends. you want to learn what happens when you can't get back up?"

your heart slammed against your ribs. his weight pressed down, and you felt it—the hard ridge of him through his tactical pants, grinding against the heat between your legs. not accidental. definitely not accidental.

"leon..”

he shifted just slightly and the friction sent a jolt through your entire body. your hips rolled up to meet him, instinct overriding any pretense of training. his breath caught. his hands slid from your hips to your thighs, gripping, spreading you wider beneath him.

"yeah?..” he breathed, almost to himself. "yeah, that's it."

you grabbed fistfuls of his shirt pulling him closer and he obliged—dropping his weight fully onto you, pelvis grinding into yours in a slow deliberate rhythm. the rough fabric of his pants dragged against your shorts catching a friction that made your toes curl beneath your shoes.

his mouth found your throat, open-mouthed, teeth scraping over the pulse point. "been watching you all session-“ he growled against your skin. "the way you bite your lip when you're concentrating.. the way your tits bounce when you move. Fuck."

you arched into him, wrapping a leg around his waist and he groaned—low and guttural, a sound that vibrated through his chest into yours. his hips pistoned harder, that thick pressure rubbing directly over your clit where you needed it most, every grind sending sparks up your spine.

"that feel good?" his voice ragged now, losing that controlled edge. "feel how hard I am for you?"

you could. god you could feel every inch of him, straining against the fly of his pants, pressing into the cradle of your thighs. your own body responded, soaking through the fabric slick and desperate.

"yeah!” you gasped. "dont stop..!”

he didn't. he picked up the pace, both hands gripping your ass now lifting you into each thrust. the mat squeaked beneath you. Your breaths mingled hot and fast and you could feel it building—that coiling tension in your belly, the way your walls clenched around nothing desperate for him.

his forehead dropped to yours. "im.. gonna—fuck, I'm close—"

and then a red light blinked on the far wall.

leon froze. his eyes snapped open tracked to the corner of the ceiling, where a security camera stared down at the mat like a dead eye.

"shit.”

he was off you in an instant rolling to his feet, adjusting his pants with practiced efficiency. you lay there flushed, trembling legs still open, watching him run a hand through his disheveled hair.

“cameras.” he said voice clipped, all business now. “central feeds. people gotta be watching.”

you sat up slowly heat burning your cheeks for an entirely different reason now. the abandoned ache between your legs throbbed unfulfilled.

leon offered you a hand up. His grip was steady but his eyes swept over you once—lingering on the hard peaks of your nipples visible through the sweat-damp tank top. his jaw tightened.

when he spoke again his voice had dropped back to that low private register. "meet me in the locker room.”

he squeezed your hand once then released it, already walking toward the control room with that easy unhurried stride.

you stood there legs shaky, pussy aching watching him go. the camera's red eye still blinked indifferent and omniscient.

[cursivevm]

leon with erectile dysfunction // nsfw ramble

content: ed, sickly sweet, lovey-dovey and horny leon, p in v sex

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desperate to please you. so disappointed in himself, in his body, for not being able to treat you the way he wants.

not that he was bad at it before, but he gets outrageously good at eating you out now that his dick is untrustworthy. knowing exactly where to lick and prod, how to curl his fingers and push into that spongy spot that makes your back arch.

his favourite past time is looking up from between your legs and seeing you moaning above him, head thrown back, hands making a mess of his hair. he can’t help but let out obscene noises each time you pull at his strands, each time he feels your cunt tighten around his fingers. his dick never gets fully hard, but he still feels arousal. a damp, distant warmth in his abdomen.

he’d be humping the bed. not vigorously, not like he did when he was a younger man, but slow and controlled. a slow grind, over and over, until you’d come too many times all over his face and couldn’t take it anymore. the arousal would linger for hours. never enough to get him hard, but he still felt it. it made him heady, cuddling up to you, pawing at your breasts and kissing up your neck. he wished he could fuck you like he did when you’d first met. missed the feeling of entering you, of cumming inside you.

after searching online, reading countless articles, he came up with a semi-solution. fastening a harness around his broad hips, dildo lodged in the front. at first he’d felt embarrassed. the contrast was shocking. his limp dick remained in his briefs, but when he’d look down at you, your cunt sucking in the toy and leaking all over it, it really made him feel like he was fucking you, again. and you enjoyed it which was all that mattered to him. but this was a good alternative, close enough to the real thing. his hips would still stutter when you came around the toy, as if you actually were tightening around his length.

“just like that, lee. keep going.” his dick twitched at your words, your hands in his hair, the raked lines your nails had carved down his back. god, he couldn’t even get hard but he felt on top of the world.

“want you to cum.” you’d whisper in his ear, breath tickling his neck and making the hairs on his skin raise. “wanna see you cum, honey.”

he groaned, digging his nose into the crook of your neck, thrusting harder. he felt it, now. not hardness, but warmth. wet. he was leaking into the fabric of his underwear, under the harness.

“so good for me, always so good.” you kept going, lips parted and panting.

“i’m-oh, fuck.” he whimpered into your skin, hips stuttering. his orgasm hit him like a truck, knocking the wind out of him. you took his face gently in your hands, guiding his lips to yours. he was still cumming, eyes screwed shut, mouth malleable and weak for your kiss.

once his thrusts had stopped completely, you wrapped your arms around him, manoeuvring your bodies to lay you both on your sides, hissing at the movement of the toy still in you. his eyes were glazed over, heart pounding and head throbbing.

“you okay?” you whispered, gentle and oh so caring. his heart squeezed. you caressed the side of his face with your palm, grazing the stubble that’d grown there.

“almost killed me.”

you snorted, flicking his forehead.

he chuckled, wrapping his large arms around you, and squeezing you into him. you nuzzled into his bare chest, pressing kisses into his warm skin. his breathing was beginning to slow down, but you could still hear his heart pounding.

“we’re definitely doing that again.”

“definitely.”

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sneak peek because ily guys

[brilcrist]

*𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑬𝒍𝒑𝒊𝒔*

and Chris being a strong, reliable and worried husband just mend my soul🥹🫶🏻💕

[thiswasgreatbut]

tears + nasty edging ✩‧₊˚

continuation of this post (2000 likes waow🩵🩵🩵)

you’d been edging leon for god knows how long now. the sight before you only makes you want to draw this out for longer.

the restraints on his wrists are on the verge of snapping with how hard he’s pulled on them—and he’s moved on to gripping at the air so hard his knuckles are going white.

his whole body is trembling beneath your hand, which drags itself up and down his dick at an unbelievably sluggish pace. he’s muttering strings of incomprehensible swears: a little breathless, chest heaving with every rough breath.

and the teary eyes on top of all that—jesus christ. you could get off just by listening to his cries.

“i thought you said this was a piece of cake, leon?” your eyes search for his, looking past the sweaty blonde strands of hair sticking to his forehead.

he lets out an unconvincing scoff. “fh-fuck you,” he gasps, a sorry excuse for a smirk curling his lips. “‘s already humiliating enough…”

you tut. “if you keep talking like that, you won’t ever be able to come on my watch.”

when he doesn’t answer, you rub your thumb a little firmer against his tip—there’s pre all over your hand, and he’s so sensitive now, he nearly jumps.

“hah- sorry, fuck, i’m sorry,” he says, while neediness bleeds from him—it’s cute, really. the fact that he’s still trying to keep a smidge of his decency, even as teardrops pool in his eyes and his thighs tremble like he’s just had 10 consecutive leg days. actually, you don’t think even that could make him this big of a mess—only you.

you give a chuckle—cruel, at least to leon’s ears—and pump his cock faster by a hairsbreadth. “i could do this all day, you know. the question is whether you’d be able to handle it.”

he turns his head to the side, buried in the inside of his elbow, giving a whimper that sounds vaguely like a no.

“you can’t do it? you can’t even try for me?”

his breath quivers with each exhale. “wanna cum, please…“

it’s almost pitiful.

“you think you’ve tried hard enough?” oh, but teasing him is just too fun, especially when he squirms and you know that nobody else has seen him like this before.

“god, i— i’ve been so good,” he sobs, “pleasepleaseplease let me—“

you feel as if you’re in seventh heaven.

he’s begging, pleading without you even ordering him to. he’s offering himself up to you, throughly responsive—pathetically so. you can’t help but give him a little reward.

“oh-“ his jaw drops open a margin, as you pick up the pace. “more, please, shit—!”

his fists ball up tighter when you lean down, breath teasing at his tip. “just like that, use your words, baby.”

it’s the drag of your wet tongue on the slit that makes him stutter over your name; hips jolting despite himself. a fat tear rolls down his face, and then another, and another—

his voice is shaking in the most tempting way when he warns you: “gonna cum, f-fuck..”

you know the constellation of his moles on the skin of his thighs from memory, and the way they twitch with aching need is something you’ll work to remember too.

you take your mouth off of his dick, stroking him with full intent. “come for me, leon.”

he throws his head back, cuffed hands grabbing at the headboard—and you notice, he’s mouthing something. it’s barely a whisper.

“th-thank you, thank you—“

oh.

“thank you, fuck—“

oh.

he finishes with something between a groan and a sob, loud as much as obscene—spilling all over your fingers and his abs. the tears continue to fall, and his nose is slightly runny. an absolute mess—but the way he worshipped you under his breath was heavenly.

in the aftermath, he’s completely still long enough to worry you.

“leon? you there?” you ask, even as you want to bring your messy fingers to your mouth and lick them clean.

he takes a slow breath in, voice rough: “yeah.”

“was that fine?”

“fine?” it made him lose consciousness for a second, he was sure. but…

“it was great,” is what comes out.

no way in hell was he going to tell you how blissed out his brain was just now.

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exams are almost done and i have some of the filthiest smut in my notes app dropping soon 😘

[dcorensupez]

you can’t convince me otherwise that clark would not LOVE a bush. 18+..smut w/fluff at the end

It’s not like clark was just some sheltered boy from buttfuck nowhere. He knew what sex was— educated himself about it, had his parents talk to him about how to treat a lady because one day he’d have to bring a gal to his bed and roll in the hay with her. (Is what his ma said to him as a boy)

And of course, he knew what other boys in his class thought about sex: comical, superficial. But most importantly, he noticed that most boys in his class hated body hair. I mean, come on. Body hair? What an irrational thing to be afraid of during sex. He was appalled.

Clearly that characteristic of his bled into his adult sex life because the first time you let him eat you out— and the first time he had ever eaten someone out period, he couldn’t stop himself from being utterly infatuated with the curly tuft of hair right above that pretty pussy of yours. You called it obsessive. He would deflect that argument and say he was highly appreciative of your qualities.

Like today, for example. Like any other, he’s stationed right in between your spread thighs, kissing and sucking on the meat of them, heart racing in his chest out of pure excitement for what’s hiding for him underneath your panties. Your fingers rake against his scalp the way he likes, feet on the blades of his shoulders.

Clark can smell you so clearly, it’s making his mouth water. Smells earthy, sweet. Smells like you.

“Gonna lay there and make goo-goo eyes, or what?” Your thighs move to squeeze his head a tiny bit to shake him out of the fucking coma he’s in just by zeroing in on your cunt.

He squints and opens your thighs wider with his hands, lips detaching themselves from your inner thigh. “i’m not doing that. Can you just let me admire you?”

you scoff, “Hm. Is that what cumming-in-your-pants-at-the-smell-of-some-pussy’s called now?”

His ears turn bright red as his eyes redirect away from you. “That’s— Come on.” he stutters like some nervous teenage boy, hips not-so-subtly shifting on the mattress. Your palms slide down to his cheek, thumb teasing his lip so it spreads, revealing his bottom row. Clark’s pretty blue eyes suddenly dart to yours. he instinctively opens his mouth to make way for his tongue, wet and pink on your finger like the obedient boy he is.

You slip your thumb out of his mouth, too impatient to engage in foreplay. “Clark, hurry.”

He smiles, dimples forming in his stupidly handsome face. “What’s the magic word?” Suddenly, it’s time to be funny. like he wasn’t sporting a fucking brick in his pants, on the edge of humping the mattress like some mutt.

“Clark.”

“Okay.” He whines and immediately starts slipping your pretty panties down your thighs, which are his favorite color, by the way— an even greater reason for his tail to wag.

He throws the pair somewhere in the corner of the room in addition to being completely distracted by your pussy. His mouth starts to water as he lays right back into the same position, eyeing your pretty cunt. He takes his time admiring every ounce of you, taking his thumbs to spread your folds open, revealing your slick slit all for him.

“Geez,” he mutters, almost shy, deliciously overwhelmed with you invading his senses. You respond with a small tug at his curls and a smile on your face- encouraging, sweet. he kisses the spot above your clit, lips pressing against the course hairs that lay there. “So pretty right here.” he almost whispers to himself as his mouth travels down to where you need him most.

He starts off by licking a linear stripe up to your clit, gathering your slick on his tastebuds— he moans just by that alone as if he was the one getting his dick sucked on. your legs twitch on his shoulders, repressing your own noises.

Clark’s got his thumbs spreading you open completely for him, folds open wide so he could slide his tongue all across your wet pussy. His tongue dives in your hole each time he passes it as he moves his head up and down like clockwork, working your cunt so well. He’s gotten so used to it, it’s basically routine— except every time he eats you out, it’s like he’s doing it for the first time all over again.

He runs his pink tongue flat up to your clit, suckling on the little bud until you grip his hair from the roots, whining out “hn.. right there, baby. Fuck.” This is the best kind of encouragement he ever receives from you because it innately makes him want more of you. He groans on your slick as his dick twitches in his sweats, spilling a small sticky mess of precum in his boxers.

He’s dead set on making sure you get your fill, guaranteeing your satisfaction by making you cum on his tongue alone as his face slurps on your pussy with coordinated shakes of his head before diving down to your hole to stick his tongue right in it, burying his nose in your pubes, breathing you in and occasionally bumping against your throbbing clit while you tug on his curls. In the midst of your brain being completely numb, you push his head further into your arousal, virtually fucking his face and getting it wet and sloppy while you repeat his name like a wicked prayer. At this point, he doesn’t need to breathe. He could die happy just like this.

You can see him rutting against the mattress to give his dick some relief while his voice vibrates against you, “mphh.. use m’face. mhm. make a mess outta me, honey..” he whines all the while he’s looking up at you through those pretty lashes, face a sticky mess, pliably letting you use his tongue.

He dips his thumb into your slick hole, pairing it with the relentless, constant push of his pink muscle in your sopping pussy. the intrusion makes your entire body still completely, a weak moan of clark’s name falls out of your lips as your hips raise an inch above the mattress, cumming on his tongue, forming a pretty white ring on his finger.

Much to his perverted delight, he can taste you so prominently— and he’s fucking drunk off of it. The squelch of his thick thumb sliding out of you is loud. The tip of his nose nudges against your clit as he makes sure you’re clean from the inside out, tongue licking inside of you like a dog until there’s nothing left to feed from, until you’re completely spent.

Clark eases your waist back down with a gentle push. Your hands occupy themselves on his curly head of hair as you catch your breath. Clark gets his final taste of your pussy with one last lick up from your hole to your clit, kissing the wet curls at your pubic mound, dragging his face against it for a spit second before you even noticed— just because he wanted to.

You finally look down at his used up face just to be met with him look right back at you, eyes wide and eager to please, half of his face is sticky with slick. All you can do is smile. “God, your face is a mess, Clark.” Your palm slides down to wipe the wet skin around his lips.

Clark smiles, planting his hands at the sides of your hips, raising himself up to eye level. “I did tell you to make a mess outta me.” He moves in to kiss the dip of your neck, sticky skin making contact with yours. You burst into a giggling fit, hitting Clark’s shoulders in retaliation to his attacks. “Clark, ew! It’s so wet, stop.” In your defense, it really did tickle— and he knows how much you hate that feeling. You can almost hear his smile, if it wasn’t for the feeling of his grin on your skin.

He stops, thankfully and looks back at you— only for you to notice the raging hard-on he’s got poking and twitching on your inner thigh. Poor Clark was so fixed on your own pleasure that he completely neglected his.

“Need help with that, Kent?”

[vinnyandthephenomena]

omg wait you should do like breakup angst with subby leon where he’s like begging for u back heh

“Backfire.”

MDNI. Taking Leon back probably wasn’t a great idea, considering you didn’t seem to be good for one another. That didn’t matter to him—as you find a not so composed ex boyfriend at your door step, begging you to take him back.

tags: light angst, leon has mommy issues, makeup p in v, subby! re2r leon, creampie, elusions to toxic relationships. || note: thank you for the req! i love subby leon. especially when he’s pathetic.

Your relationship with Leon was perfect at first. Maybe that was the problem. It seemed you set yourself up for a dream, not reality. He was picture perfect after all. Handsome as they come with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. Perfectly placed moles you kissed. A name that you found yourself cursing most nights.

Leon Kennedy. The cute officer that pulled you over one night. You ran into him by coincidence a few weeks later and he asked if you’d like to get dinner. A nervous, awkward wreck that had you head over heels in love. He was charismatic and sweet, a man right out a romance novel. He offered flowers and kisses. Long drawn apologies when he had to work late. It was smooth sailing until it wasn’t.

You were done with an off and on relationship. Sick and tired of arguing over small things and drifting apart. You weren’t good for eachother. But Leon didn’t care about any of that. He didn’t care if his friends told him to move on or to meet other people. It was you he wanted.

It was late, and you were taking time to collect everything your now ex-boyfriend left at your house. A half-empty bottle of wine sat on the counter beside your cellphone. “Do Not Disturb” blocked the missed phone calls.

You’d only broken up with Leon the week before, and he tried playing it civil. Mature. “If that’s what you think is best.” Or so you thought. Your doorbell ringing repeatedly made you groan and set the box on the kitchen table.

You made your way over to the front door, unlocking it with a pit in your stomach. You had an inkling idea of who it could’ve been. The lock clicked once, and you swung it open, met with the far less composed Leon you knew. You met his eyes, his cheeks red as if he’d been crying. The way he shifted on his feet, squeezing a bouquet of flowers in his hands gave the impression he’d been drinking.

“I hope you didn’t drive here.” You scoffed, looking past him for his jeep. He frowned when you said that.

“It’s not a long drive.” He didn’t take his eyes off of you for a second, looking like a stray puppy on the street. Begging someone to take him home. “I just had to see you.” He cleared his throat and held out the flowers. “Your favorite.” He tried to smile. “Can we talk .. Please?” His lower lip trembled with those words, baby blues eyes pleading.

You looked away, fighting your inner morality. It was stupid to let him in. You’d do the same thing as always—fight and make up. His insistent whining to give him another chance had you stepping away to give him room. “Fine. You can take your things while you’re here.” You dismissively held the door open for him.

Leon clamored inside, practically throwing himself into your arms. “Thank you, thank you.” He nuzzled into your shoulder, squeezing you tight against his shivering body. You caught a whiff of his breath, confirming your suspicions. “I missed you so much.” He whimpered, pulling away to look at your face.

“I’m sure you did.” You tried to squirm away, but he held tighter. He had always been clingy. Expecting you to be there each time he needed someone. “I swear, it’s like you need a mother, not a girlfriend.” You tilted your head away from his sad eyes and pout.

For a moment, he wasn’t sure how to respond to that. You were right, he looked for a maternal figure in you. Underlying mommy issues that he wasn’t about to unpack.

“Don’t you see? I need you.” His voice broke on the last word, shaking hands moved to cradle your face. “I don’t want anyone else, nobody understands me like you. Or treats me like you do.” He babbled, tears welling in his eyes. “I don’t care if we bring eachother down. I couldn’t stand it if you hated me.” He sounded pathetic, devotion laced words that came out with passion. Not regret.

“Leon,” You sighed, wiping away the tears than began to run down his pretty face. “No, no. I don’t hate you. I could never hate you.” You tried to soften your tone, rubbing his cheeks. “Hate is a very strong word. Maybe I wish you’d listen once in a while. Or say things I don’t mean..” You trailed off, the sight of his tears had you breaking down. Falling for his charms. “But it doesn’t mean I don’t want what’s best for you. If that means not being with me, then so be it.” You were honest, knowing it was better than stringing him along.

Leon stared back at you like you’d slapped him. A physical sting from those words had him finally letting you go. Only to walk over to the kitchen, spotting the box of his belongings. Upon closer look, it had gifts he’d given to you as well.

“Don’t say that.” He reached inside and pulled out a locket he’d given you. The date of your anniversary engraved on the back. “You can’t tell me this doesn’t mean anything to you.” He dangled it by the chain, then tossed it back on top of the stack of clothes and gifts. He rested his hands on either side of it, as if contemplating the past year together.

“Of course it does!” You were by his side immediately, hesitant to rest your hand on his shoulder. “Please, don’t think like that. Look at it this way.” You began while attempting to soothe him. It left you feeling like the mother he needed. “We had good times, and bad times.”

Before you could continue, Leon was cutting you off. “Good times.” He tilted his head up to look at you with a hopeful expression. “Weren’t the good times better than the rest? You can’t look me in the eye and tell me that you weren’t happy with me.” He took your hands in his, intertwining your fingers and squeezing tight.

“I wasn’t … unhappy. Not the whole time.” You met him half-way, failing to meet his gaze. It wasn’t a constant. Sure, he frustrated the hell out of you, but he was getting to you.

“I know.” He tugged you closer, fumbling to pull you into a clumsy embrace. You didn’t fight back, instead you reciprocated. You let him kiss at your throat and say he was sorry. You tangled your fingers in sandy blonde hair and said you were sorry too.

You were tipsy yourself, giving into Leon’s whims. There was no use giving up on something that was clearly in full force. He loved you, and there was nothing you could do about it. He stumbled you to the couch, draping himself on top of you with a groan.

“I missed you soooo much,” He drawled, kissing your chin to your lips. He groaned into it, licking into your mouth as he began to grind his hips against yours. “I love you, love you a lot.” He mumbled against your lips, scrambling to undress you beneath him.

“I love you too.” You panted out, tugging his shirt over his head. He glanced up at you with a pitiful pout. “Can we? Can I .. Please? I want you so bad. I wanna forget we ever broke up.” His words were a bit slurred from his emotional outburst.

You knew that it was a mistake. A no good, messy cycle to get caught up in. But with Leon, maybe you’d make it.

“Yes.” You gave in, letting him eagerly strip you down for his eyes only, peppering kisses over each inch of skin he exposed. When he sat up off of you, you lended a hand. You reached out to help unbuckle his belt, and he let out a breathy moan at your touch. He lifted his hands out the way to give you control.

“Please,” He whined, squirming as you tugged his jeans down his thighs. The creamy expanse of skin with darker blonde hair, and his aching cock twitched for attention. He let you switch your positions, hands on your hips as you straddled him instead.

The noise you heard was heavenly. “Please, please. I love you so much, I want us to be okay again.” Leon was babbling once more, eyes focusing on where your bare pussy hovered over his leaking tip. Precum blurted out, making his hips jerk up to graze your wet entrance.

“I know, I know.” You hushed him, guiding the head of his cock to where it craved to be. You slid down slowly, taking every thick inch of him until your thighs were on either side of his. His head tilted back with another whimper, twitching inside of you.

The prettiest whines spilled from his lips as he thrusted up. “You always feel s’ good.” He leaned in to kiss you once more, gasping with your downward motions. It was rough and frantic, the way Leon humped into you, going on and on about how badly he needed you. You grasped his shoulders each time you were bounced on his lap, each time he throbbed inside.

“Please, ‘m not gonna last long.” He whimpered, eyes glazed over with tears. His hands grasped your hips, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises in the shape of his fingers.

It had you moaning his name, hooking your arms around the back of his neck as you grinded your hips down. He slid his fingers between your bodies, sloppily rubbing at your clit. You became much slicker around him, the wet noises filling the room.

Leon was noisy, sliding his free hand up to cup your breast. “You’re so pretty, I’m sorry I fucked up.” He panted, blinking up at you with puppy dog eyes. It was hard to resist an apology with his cock driving into you.

“You’re so stubborn.” You choked out, feeling your walls squeeze him tighter. “I-I can’t stand you sometimes.” You gripped his shoulders harder, unable to fight the pleasure of his rabbiting hips.

His whines became breathy grunts. “That’s when I want you the most.” He admitted, hips bucking up to meet your downward movements. “When you’re mad at me.” He smiled, a charming boyish look. You could’ve smacked the smile off his face if not for the sheer ecstasy he was giving you. It seemed you were proving his point by ignoring that.

His fingers were busy on your pulsing bud, slick from your arousal. “Shit, ‘m gonna cum.” You arched against him, bare chest pressed to his as he held you tighter. As your release washed over you, you felt him throb inside—no doubt close himself.

“Oh, oh, fuck.” Leon whined, bucking his hips up harder. “Inside, please..” He nuzzled into your neck. “Can I?” He mumbled, peppering kisses over your collarbones. You felt his spit on your skin, begging not to pull out.

“Yeah.” You nodded, squirming when his tongue ran over one of your nipples. It only speared him further into you, the overstimulation of him suckling at your sensitive bud. “Leon,” You whined, and he pulled off with a pop as he stared up at you.

“Mmm? s’ close. I love you so bad.” He was whining, fucking up into you with a few more rough bucks of his hips. He whimpered something breathy, as he stuffed you full of his load.

With a huff, he was wrapping his arms around your back to keep you close. “God, really .. I do love you that much.” He slurred, tilting his head back to press his lips to yours. A sloppy kiss, albeit sweet.

The words made you swoon.. and sleeping with Leon was amazing. You wanted to sarcastically thank him for making it worse. There was no way you could go through with leaving him .. again that is.

“I love you too.” You said it back, relaxing in his embrace. You just hoped falling back into his arms wasn’t a mistake. He was thick and warm inside of you, and the sweetest man you’d ever met. Making amends might not have been the worst idea after all.

[zeldaseyebrows]

Leon S Kennedy the icon that you are, breaking out the puppy eyes during a literal zombie apocalypse

[kobrafangs]

let’s go centaurs!

[shaneybby]

HOLLANDER V ROSANOV

... mma au anyone?

[cursivevm]

i’m thinking of opening my asks soon if you guys would be interested in that 🫣

i’m kind of nervous to do so because i’ve only ever written for myself, so i’m not sure how well i’d do fulfilling others requests, but we’re going to find out!

i’ll probably make another post announcing when they’re open in june with a lot more details 😋

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too many wips 😫

[cursivevm]

it just keeps growing. i cant wait to share everything with you guys omg