A/N: i’m so down bad for this man i’m so sorry for this
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Summary: After a long day of riling each other up, the tension between you and Leon finally snaps, but not in the way he’s expecting.
sub!leon, bondage, slight edging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, making leon cry bc he feels so good <3
Word Count: 5.3k
Warnings: some light recreational drug use at the beginning. just pot, and only for a few paragraphs so it’s easy to skip over if you’d like!
Leon eyed you from the other side of the couch, arms folded across his chest and lips curled in a familiar smirk. With one eyebrow raised, he gestured to the joint in your hand. “I could have you arrested for that, y’know.” He said cheekily. He was teasing, trying to get under your skin. Had been all night.
It was a game you played with him often. A cat and mouse. It’d started this morning, when he’d chastised you for speeding on the way to the grocery store, then again for jaywalking when you darted across a near-empty road without bothering to use the crosswalk. By then, you’d caught on. You knew exactly what he wanted when he scolded you like that, faking irritation at things he deemed “crimes.” He wanted you to act up. More specifically, he wanted you to give him a reason to break out those steel handcuffs of his at the end of the day.
You rolled your eyes and pressed your lips to the paper, inhaling gently. Truth be told, you were pushing it. Although he technically wasn’t a cop anymore, he still had the authority to actually arrest you. But that had just made it all the more thrilling when you had brought out the pot, giggling at Leon’s scandalized expression. He didn’t really have a problem with it, but it was a bold move, nonetheless.
The high was seeping into your system already, loosening your muscles and giving the room a hazy glow. Your inhibitions were at an all time low, and the warmth pooling in your stomach urged you to finish the game, to bring it to an end so you could finally feel his touch. You knew you’d probably catch hell for the smoking, and the thought nearly made you shiver. But you figured, if you were already in for a punishment, might as well earn it.
In a single motion, you turned and swung a leg over Leon’s lap, settling yourself across his legs gracefully. You watched his blue eyes widen, then flutter shut as you leaned closer. As his lips parted in anticipation for a kiss, you exhaled softly. Smoke poured from your lungs, across his tongue. Long fingers flew to your hips in surprise, tightening enough to bruise. The contact made you sigh, and your breath hitched as his shaky exhale wafted across your face. It wasn’t nearly enough to get him high, but that hadn’t been your intention anyway. No, you just wanted him to snap, to teach you a lesson like he’d been threatening to all day.
Inhaling deeply through your nose to steady your nerves, you leaned back and watched as Leon’s eyes snapped open, then narrowed at you. He tightened his jaw, blush spread high on his cheeks, creeping down his neck. Before he had a chance to speak, you smirked, and said, “Oops, now you’re guilty, too. Do I need to perform a citizen’s arrest, officer?”
Leon swallowed hard before answering, eyes raking shamelessly along your body. “You, uh,” he took a shaky breath, trying again, “That’s not how it works.”
The quiver in his voice took you by surprise. You’d expected anger, for him to grab you by your hair and drag you roughly to the bedroom. His meekness was uncharted territory. Hell, you’d never even seen him flustered before. Leon was the epitome of composure, even on the nights he spent taking you apart, voice low and even as he whispered filthy promises. And as much as you tried to get to him, the furthest you ever got was the soft, breathy moans he let slip when he was close.
His teeth dug into his bottom lip, eyelids sinking further down until he gazed at you from under his lashes. You knew that look well. As subtle as it was, there was intent behind it. That look meant that he’d realized his mistake, and was set on regaining the upper hand.
But you were a dog with a bone. Just one falter of his bravado had you intrigued, had proven that there was a treasure under all that control. You wanted, no, needed, to see more.
Despite your newfound obsession, you still considered it. Leon was generous when he took the reins, and you couldn’t deny that you were tempted. Especially when one of his hands left your hip to pluck the joint from your fingertips, then stretched to extinguish it in the ashtray on the end table. But there was something in the way he sighed when his hand returned to the skin between your shorts and tank top. There was a hint of impatience behind the noise, and it drove you wild.
So instead of melting against him like he expected, you sat straighter, brushed his bangs out of his eyes. “I dunno, I don’t think I can just let you go. Someone has to uphold the law here.” You said. You’d feel silly, if it weren’t for the way his rapidly filling cock twitched under you at the subtle threat.
He chuckled, the sound breathy, and leaned in to nuzzle your palm. “Oh, is that right?” His hands tugged at your hips as if to coax you to roll them, and you allowed yourself a few moments of relief. The soft drag of tented sweatpants across the dampening seat of your shorts made you gasp, and you had to force yourself to stop.
“Yeah, so knock it off and keep still,” you scolded, grasping his wrists and placing his hands at his sides. What you suspected was a protest died on his lips as you brushed your lips across his ear and whispered, “Be good for me.”
It was impossible to miss the sharp buck of his hips. He stilled them immediately, pressing them back into the couch as if to overcompensate for his slip. You leaned back again, a frown on your face despite the excitement brimming under your skin. “I said keep still.”
“Mm, and what if I don’t want to do that?” He did his best to sound unfazed, defiant, but he kept his hands where you told him to, and didn't press against you again. But really, the dead giveaway that he was more into this than he was letting on was the way his breath hitched when your palm settled at the base of his neck.
Such a quiet sound, not much louder than a whisper, but it sent a thrill up your spine. You applied a bit of pressure, and Leon’s eyes flew up to meet yours. There was still a fire left behind them, a sharp hunger in his blown pupils that reminded you how fragile your command over him was. Like a caged lion; one sign of weakness, and he’d rip you to shreds.
So you steeled your resolve, grinning lazily. “If you don’t like this, then why can I feel you throbbing against my ass?”
Leon clenched his jaw. Twitch. “I—“
Whatever complaint he was about to make died as the hand not on his neck came up to rub gently at his cheek. “It’s okay,” you cooed, using the same condescending tone that he’d used on you so many times. “I’ll give you what you need.”
You could tell how close he was to giving in; you’d worn that same look of desperate need far too many times in his presence. Brows furrowing, mouth pressed in a tight line, eyes struggling to stay locked on yours. So far gone, and you’d barely even touched him. You hardly noticed that you were just staring until he spoke up.
“Like what you see?” He said, his grip on his composure slipping further, but lingering. When you took a moment to respond, he shifted under you impatiently and finally broke eye contact. “C’mon, baby. Don’t jus’ stare at me all night.”
“But you’re so pretty,” you said softly, and dipped down to trail kisses along his jawline.
Leon sighed contentedly and tipped his head back to allow you better access. When you reached a small patch of skin just below his ear, you bit. Not too hard, but far from gentle.
He choked on a surprised moan, just like you knew he would. His hand rose to stroke up and down your back, instinctively pressing your body closer. You tsk’ed in annoyance and sat back once again. “I didn’t want to have to do this, officer. But you’ve left me with no choice.” Sliding off of his lap and standing earned you a frustrated huff, but he almost growled when your hand latched around his wrist and yanked him up. “You’re going to have to come with me.”
He followed wordlessly as you led him by the wrist to the bedroom. There was a brimming electricity in the air, and you could feel your heart speed up as you motioned for him to get on the bed. He was oddly quiet, but obeyed nonetheless. When he was comfortably stretched out, propped up on his elbows, you moved to stand at the end of the bed.
Leon’s eyes tracked your every move as you made a show of peeling off your tank top, then tugging off your shirts until you were left in nothing but soaked panties. You crawled onto the bed slowly, half-expecting him to grab you and ruin your plans. But he kept still, hands twitching by his sides, lip caught between his teeth.
You had half a mind to reach into the nightstand drawer for the cuffs, but decided against it. It wouldn’t do any good to rush this; you needed to ease him into it.
As soon as you were close enough, he pushed himself further up on his arms to meet you in a bruising kiss. You let him lick into your mouth without protest, only pausing for a moment to help him pull his shirt up and off, tossing it aside carelessly. Sitting back in his lap and shifting your hips to get comfortable, you smoothed your hands over his chest. He made a soft sound against your lips at both the gentle touch and the pressure against his straining cock. Every bit of ground you gained, every clue to his crumbling restraint was like music to your ears. In a search for more, you pulled away to kiss down his neck.
You lost count of the marks you’d bitten into his skin. You were drunk on the way he squirmed and sighed with every suckling kiss, the way his hips tilted subtly into yours in an attempt to find friction.
Already feeling yourself getting carried away, you pulled back to calculate your next move.
Leon pouted when you detached your mouth from his neck. “Why’d you stop, angel?” He asked, voice infuriatingly steady. He was back to seduction, already sitting up straighter to reach your breasts with his lips. His hand came to a rest at your lower back, and it was a pleasant, if unwelcome heat.
You nearly toppled off of his lap trying to dodge his greedy mouth. His hand at your back pressed in hard and steadied you before you fell, but the narrow of his eyes suggested he was mere seconds away tackling you off of the bed himself. Weighing your options, you finally decided to just go for it. If you didn’t do something quick, he’d turn the tables before you knew it.
Bracing your hands behind you on Leon’s thighs, you leaned as far back as he allowed and gave him a coy look. “I thought I said no touching.” Your eyes darted over to the nightstand drawer. “Do I need to detain you?”
He reluctantly pulled his hand away and stared up at you for a moment, processing. His pupils were blown, leaving only a sliver of sapphire blue. They drifted over, following yours, then snapped back up in understanding. Leon laughed nervously, shifting under you. The fading blush on his face bloomed again, and when he cleared his throat, you hesitated.
“Ah, sorry,” you said dumbly, grimacing. “If that isn’t something you’re comfortable with-“
You were interrupted by a pair of lips slamming into yours as he lunged forward. Leon’s hands flew up to hover behind you; he didn’t touch, didn't break the rules, but they were there to ensure you didn’t lose your balance in the frantic motion.
He kissed you breathless, and everything else faded into the background when his tongue shoved into your mouth. You were too caught up in his desperate affection to protest. A breathy moan escaped you when Leon retreated, nipping at your bottom lip in the process.
“What, can’t handle me without restraints?”
It was a challenge, and you grinned wolfishly as you shoved him back down. His back hit the mattress, a soft rush of air leaving his lungs. “Call it a fail safe,” you said, already leaning over to open the drawer and grabbing the cuffs.
He hesitated briefly when you dangled them in front of yourself, then slowly raised his arms above his head. Despite the daring look in his eyes, you could sense trepidation. “Is this really okay?”
The last of his confidence fell away at your question, and his eyes softened in embarrassment. “Yeah, it is. I’ve just never, uh, been on this side of it.”
You rested your hands on his ribs and rubbed your thumbs in small circles across his skin in what you hoped was a soothing motion. “Just say the word, and we’ll stop,” you said gently.
He nodded and pressed his wrists together, signaling that he was ready.
Slowly, giving him enough time to stop you if he needed to, you reached up to close one cuff over his wrist, loop the chain through the headboard, and secure his other hand. Once you were satisfied that he wouldn’t be able to slip out, you sat back and searched his face for any signs of discomfort. “Too tight?”
Leon hummed and tugged lightly at the cuffs, then shook his head. “No, they’re fine.” His hips pressed restlessly up into you, the hard line of his bulge grinding against your clothed pussy. “What’re you gonna do to me?” He seemed to be a bit more relaxed now, arching an eyebrow and staring you down expectantly.
You shivered, wondering if you’d ever get used to the intense gaze of those baby blues. But you were far from finished, so you reigned in your own arousal and stepped off the bed for a moment to slide off your panties. You didn’t waste any time clambering back on the bed, crawling up until you were straddling his face and bracing your hands on the headboard. “You were awfully mean to me today, so I think you should start by making it up to me.”
“Fuck, yes,” he breathed, staring wide eyed up at your soaked heat. In all honesty, sitting on his face was more of a reward than anything else. There were very few things he loved more than your thighs wrapped around his head, nearly smothering him as he buried himself in your folds. A sharp rattle startled you, then made you grin as you realized he was straining to touch you against the cuffs. “Sit the fuck down already,” he growled impatiently.
Well, you were about to lower yourself, but his tone made you pause. “So bossy,” you scolded, letting go of your hold on the headboard to toy with the chain linking his wrists. “You’re not exactly in the position to be making demands.”
Leon was silent for a moment, but you could feel the growing frustration emanating off of him. “Sit the fuck down, please,” he said finally.
It was far from polite, but you figured it was good enough. Without warning, you dropped down onto his face. You weren’t worried about hurting him, he’d proven time and time again that your full weight on his face was what he wanted. Usually, he’d grab at your hips and thighs to press you down harder onto his face, but all he could do now was lick desperately into your cunt.
There was no buildup. He dove straight in, tongue swiping roughly across your clit and then down to dip into your entrance. With a strained groan, you dropped your head, panting as you stared down at him. His eyes caught yours instantly, and they flashed darkly before they drifted shut.
He moaned breathlessly when you ground yourself down against him, the vibrations making you whine. You’d always suspected that he laid the noises on thick when his mouth was between your legs just to rile you up further, but a quick glance behind you told a different story. The tent in his sweatpants was twitching almost violently, leaving him with a damp spot as his hips arched up into nothing.
Through the haze of pleasure, you felt a bit guilty that he’d been so neglected. Moaning softly in reluctance, you raised yourself up off of his face.
Leon whined and chased you as far as his bound hands allowed, which wasn’t very far. “No, come back,” he pleaded. The headboard shook as he tugged at the cuffs again.
“Relax,” you said, trying to slow your breathing. “Just turning around.” A little gracelessly, you swung a leg over and turned so that you were facing towards his lower body. You couldn’t see his face like this, but it was a small price to pay for the noises you were about wring from him.
It was easy to spot the moment when Leon realized what was about to happen, because he cursed harshly and writhed under you. It wasn’t often that you found yourselves in this position, but it always turned into a game of who could unravel the other first. He typically won, but tonight you had the upper hand.
You had to suck in a breath and steady yourself when you lowered back down onto his face. Like before, he wasted no time in devouring you, plush lips pulling and sucking at your clit and making you cry out.
Panting hard, you bent at the waist and dropped down onto your elbows. At first, you didn’t grant him the relief of fully undressing him. You simply pulled his sweatpants down to his thighs and pressed an open mouthed kiss to the damp fabric of his boxers. He choked out a muffled gasp beneath you, hips twitching up when you licked messily at where the tip would be.
He couldn’t sit still, legs trembling as he fought the urge to grind roughly against your mouth. With a pained groan, he nipped ever so gently at your clit, a demand to get on with it already.
Greedy for his pleasure as well as your own, you finally pulled him free from his boxers and slid them down to join his pants. His cock pulsed in time with his heartbeat, the head shining from where he’d been making a mess in his clothes, and your mouth watered.
When your lips made contact with him, he rewarded you with a particularly hard thrust of his tongue into your quivering cunt. You gasped out a moan, and then, not to be outdone, took him to the hilt in one go.
As always, you couldn’t suppress the gag at his huge cock pressing deep in your throat. He let out a strangled whine, and you forced yourself to relax and breathe through your nose. Easier said than done, given that he was still lapping eagerly at your pussy, edging you closer and closer to bliss.
Starting into a quick rhythm, you rolled your hips against his face, chasing your release as you bobbed your head.
His hips were relentless when they pushed up into your mouth, and you knew your voice would be ruined when you finished, but you didn’t care. All that mattered were the muffled moans vibrating against you, and the hot glide of his tongue.
When his thighs began to shake and his hips stumbled in their needy rhythm, you knew he was as close as you were. You pulled off of him with a gasp to say in a rasped growl, “Don’t even t-think about cumming.”
He whimpered—whimpered, into you, the sound nearly sending you over the edge right then and there. You returned your mouth to his cock with a strangled noise, moving with renewed fervor.
With a near sob, muscles tensing and twitching as he tried to hold on, Leon pressed his face as hard as he could manage. You weren’t sure how he was able to breathe, but you didn’t let up. Not when his head was tilting down and he was catching your clit with his nose on every roll of your hips.
The pressure made your eyes roll back, and your hands flew to claw into his hips as you nearly collapsed onto him. Pulling off to suck in a pained gasp, you cried out. “L-leon, fuck.” The heat was ratcheting higher and higher, sweat beading at your forehead and body trembling. “‘m gonna cum, Leon, right there!”
Your back arched up as your orgasm crested, the walls of your cunt throbbing over and over again. Each wave of pleasure drew a whine of overstimulation from your lips as Leon refused to let up. He moaned desperately, drinking in your release like it was water to a dying man. The muscles of his stomach went taut as his hips snapped up. It was a testament to his everlasting self control that he was able to bite back his own climax.
Leon lapped up your slick as it could grant him the relief he needed, and it wasn’t long before you were whining and squirming away. “G-good boy,” you panted, lifting yourself away from him.
He fell back against the pillows and gasped for air, and you watched blearily as another drop of precum welled at the head of his cock. On quaking legs, you spun back around to face him.
If you looked up pussydrunk in the dictionary, you were sure you’d find an image of Leon’s face exactly as it was right now. His lips were swollen and shiny from your wetness, his eyes glassed over, chest rising and falling rapidly with desperate pants. “You did—“ you broke off to shudder with a final after shock. “You did so well, so good for me.”
Leon melted at the praise, eyelids fluttering and mouth parting in a needy sigh. “Yeah?” He mumbled, half delirious. “You—you gonna let me fuck you now?”
Your mouth twitched in the beginnings of a smirk. As beautiful as he was undone like that, you still needed one more thing from him. “Say please, pretty boy.”
The handcuffs clacked together. “C’mon, I know you need it, too.” Hardheaded as always.
But he was right; you needed him inside of you like you needed air. Even so, you weren’t giving up that easily. With a grin, you sat your soaked pussy down on his cock. Not in, of course. All you did was pin it between his tense stomach and you, but it still made him jolt.
“Holy sh—mmh,” he groaned, hips already trying to fuck his cock through your slick folds. “So wet.”
“All you gotta do is ask nice,” you said breathlessly. The thick head of his shaft rubbed deliciously against you, and your hips bucked, catching the tip of him on the very edge of your hole.
Leon nearly splintered the headboard with how hard he yanked, and you had a brief flash of worry for his poor wrists. “Fine, fuck, fine. Please, let me fuck you. Please.”
Your head whirled with the rush of power. “Good boy,” you praised, and promptly took every inch of him inside your wet cunt. Your voice broke off in a high moan of pain and pleasure as he stretched you, echoing his near howl.
“Please move please move please—“
His back arched as you ground down, head thrown back in the pillows. You braced your hands on his chest and began a slow rhythm, humming at the friction. He pulsed within you, eyebrows drawing together tight as he chewed on his lower lip.
“You feel so good,” you moaned, letting yourself get lost in the steady grind, the back and forth drag of his cock against your sweet spot. “So fucking pretty, always make me feel so good.”
The praise made Leon shudder, almost violently. He huffed and dug his heels into the mattress, slipping as he attempted to buck into you. “Hah, fuck. Faster, please?” The begging was coming easier to him now, it seemed. And it sounded just as beautiful as you’d hoped.
Rewarding him, you sped up your movements until you were bouncing in a punishing rhythm. Already, you could feel yourself hurtling to a near frightening precipice. It built in your pelvis until you were sobbing, clawing at Leon’s chest for even an ounce of sanity. “G-gonna cum again,” you managed to say through your helpless whimpers.
Leon nodded swiftly, finally finding his footing and matching your pace with sharp thrusts. His mouth hung open, eyes fully unfocused now. They drifted down to your breasts, to the roll of your hips, to the sink of his cock into your tight heat. Finally, he settled from staring adoringly up at your face. It made you melt.
“Mmh, ahn, can I—fuck!” A clench of your walls around him had Leon crying out shamelessly. He sucked in a deep breath, jaw working as he fought to speak. “Can I cum with you? Please?”
Your throat was too tight to respond. All that came out was a bitten off whine as you began to tip over the edge.
When your hips stuttered and your cunt began to pulse in quick bursts of electricity, Leon wailed. Head thrown back, eyes rolling, body trembling. “Please, I can’t,” he sobbed. “I’m gonna—I can’t.”
You barely heard him through the ringing in your ears from your second peak, but you somehow found the awareness to lean down to smash your lips to his. “F-fill me up, baby.”
He was helpless against your demand. “Oh my god, oh, fuck,” he babbled, entire body locking as his back snapped up. “C-cumming,” was all he managed to get out as he fell to pieces.
And it really was a gorgeous sight. He fought hard to keep his eyes on you, even as the waves of bliss forced full body spasms through his muscles. Choking on whimpers and gasps, he convulsed, working you through your own aftershocks with the involuntary bucking of his hips. Hot cum painted your walls and seeped out, and the filth of it all sent you sky high.
You switched to a gentle grind as his breathing slowed and his body relaxed back into the mattress. Even that small motion was threatening to overwhelm him, making him whine high in his throat.
As exhausted as you were, you still weren’t sated. Surprising even yourself, you again picked up the pace of your rolling hips, relishing in the overstimulated fire that burned in your nerves. “Gimme one more, sweet boy,” you murmured down to your trembling lover.
You knew he could. He’d done it before, catching you by complete surprise the first time. He’d simply kept going after spilling into you, growling and moaning as he forced another peak from himself. “Party trick,” he’d said in response to your wide eyes after he finally came to a stop.
Leon twitched and whimpered again, shaking his head as you began to bounce on his still-hard cock again. “N-no, wait,” he begged, eyes squeezing shut.
You halted immediately, and placed a comforting hand on his chest. “Sorry, sorry. We can be done, baby.”
To your shock, he shook his head again. “D-don’t stop, I just,” he looked away in embarrassment, face red. “Can you uncuff me? Wanna hold you.”
Your eyes softened as you gazed lovingly down at him. “Of course, baby,” you whispered, reaching over to grab the key from the nightstand. You reached up to unlock the cuffs in an instant, and he rubbed at his aching wrists while you set the handcuffs aside.
“‘m good now,” he mumbled, already grabbing at your hips to coax you back into your rhythm.
“You sure?” You asked as you began to move again. Your hands came up to cup his face, and he nuzzled into the touch.
Nosing at your palm happily, he moaned out, “Yes, now mm—make me c-cum again.”
As much as you were enjoying this, your sensitive body could only take so much more. Every movement of your hips sent shockwaves up your spine, and you knew it wouldn’t take much to send you over the edge again.
Leon wasn’t much better off. He was whining, hands leaving your hips to grab at your shoulders and pull you in to clutch you close to his chest.
Your lips found his once again. He was grabbing at you everywhere, your hair, your waist, your thighs. You moaned at the attention, but pulled back when you felt wetness hit your cheek. Leon’s eyes were red rimmed, overstimulated tears brimming and spilling over. “Y-you okay?”
“Yes,” he hissed, trying to catch your lips again. “G-gonna cum again, ah, oh god, d-don’t stop.”
Even with his trembling, he managed to work a hand in the tight space between your bodies until he could rub tight circles around your clit.
It was shamefully quick, but that small action alone sent you crying out into your third release of the night.
That was all Leon could take before he was burying his face in your neck and spilling into you, teeth sinking down hard just below your ear. His wrecked moans and spasming body worked you through your own pleasure, and you clung tight to him as you waited for your legs to stop shaking. As you rode the high for as long as you could, you whispered sweet words and praises into Leon’s ear. “You did so well, baby. So good for me, my good boy.”
All he responded with was a quiet sigh and one more soft noise of absolute ecstasy as he held you tight against him.
It felt like a lifetime before your head stopped spinning enough to sit up. Both of you let out whines at the sensitivity as you slipped off of him and rolled to his side. A gush of cum slipped from you, wetting your thighs and the sheets, but you were too exhausted to mind.
“Do you need anything, sweets? Water, a shower?”
He shook his head. “In a minute, just wanna lay with you for a sec’.”
Leon was sniffling, wiping at his damp cheeks. You reached for him and tugged until his head was on your chest, cushioned by your soft breasts. “That was…” you trailed off.
“So fucking good,” he finished for you, burying his face in your skin.
You stroked his hair idly and hummed. “You liked it, then?”
With a shuddering sigh, Leon chuckled, the sound raspy and low. “Didn’t think I’d like it as much as I did, but…yeah. Yeah, I really liked it.” He sat up a bit, looking up to give you a sleepy smile. “But tomorrow I’m going to get you back double, capiche?”
Your eyes widened. “But I-“
He cut you off with a smirk and tapped the tip of your nose with his pointer finger. “Nope, no buts. I’m gonna make you cry.”
And because you were apparently a glutton for punishment, you scoffed. “What, like you did?”
He laughed again, and you knew you were in for it when he simply cuddled closer to you and kissed at your overheated skin. “Nah, not like that.” His grin was damn near predatory when he looked back up. “Tomorrow, you’re gonna see what crying really is.”
Leon whined and chased you as far as his bound hands allowed, which wasn’t very far. “No, come back,” he pleaded. The headboard shook as he tugged at the cuffs again.
no no THIS KILLED ME. HELLO ??? i need him. so much.
this was so so so good, god, making him cry !!!??! i need to touch some grass now, thank you
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
hill that i'll die on
Summary: No matter how much the universe tries to tear the two of you apart, you and Leon always end up at each others' sides. Through the horrors, the drama, and the suspiciously frequent kidnappings, you find each other. And then lose each other. And then find each other, and then--you get the point.
A/N: this canon is called "reality can be whatever i want," featuring some OCs, and an obscene amount of angst mixed with just the right amount of goofiness. i poured my blood sweat tears and mental stability into this, please enjoy.
akshshsgfscavs so i’m like 30k words into this leon fic. i still have 1 or 2 more chapters to write and then i’ll upload them all at once but i’m so antsy to finish omg, im so so so proud of this fic and i’m really excited to share it with you guys. i’m gonna set a hesitant release date of next week, so fingers crossed life doesn’t throw me any curveballs to delay this monster of a fic
also shoot me an ask or reply to this post if you’d like to be tagged! the fic will contain a hell of a lot of angst, a bit of smut, and lots of banter with a happy end! basically two idiots find then lose each other and rinse repeat until they finally get it together
ok so it’s not getting finished this week bc i worked like every day and i’m not in the right headspace to write, and the last thing i want is to finish this fic out with something weak and forced. i still have plans to finish within the month tho! if it takes any longer than that then you guys have permission to banish me from the fandom
quick update on my writing: i got my heart broke by a situationship so uhhh i kinda went into hermit mode and abandoned all my WIPs, but i’m planning on getting back in the saddle tonight! sorry everyone lmaooo
akshshsgfscavs so i’m like 30k words into this leon fic. i still have 1 or 2 more chapters to write and then i’ll upload them all at once but i’m so antsy to finish omg, im so so so proud of this fic and i’m really excited to share it with you guys. i’m gonna set a hesitant release date of next week, so fingers crossed life doesn’t throw me any curveballs to delay this monster of a fic
also shoot me an ask or reply to this post if you’d like to be tagged! the fic will contain a hell of a lot of angst, a bit of smut, and lots of banter with a happy end! basically two idiots find then lose each other and rinse repeat until they finally get it together
ok so it’s not getting finished this week bc i worked like every day and i’m not in the right headspace to write, and the last thing i want is to finish this fic out with something weak and forced. i still have plans to finish within the month tho! if it takes any longer than that then you guys have permission to banish me from the fandom
As a fic writer, i need every reader to know that:
I don’t care if your comment is coherent. I know what you mean and i love you
I don’t care if you ramble. I read every word and i love you
I don’t care if you leave a comment on a fic from four years ago or leave comments/kudos on like ten of my fics in one go. This isn’t IG, pls stalk my AO3. I love you
I don’t care if you mention the same thing in your comment that four other people have already mentioned. It’s actually really useful to know what resonated with people and I love everyone who takes the time to tell me they liked a particular turn of phrase
I don’t mind if your comment is super long or just a couple of sentences, i love them all
rereading my own writing is just a constant fluctuation between "damn, girl, you wrote this? (affectionate)" and "damn, girl, you wrote this? (derogatory)"
