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not a request but i just wanted to let yk i absolutely love ur drabbles! leon is my favorite ngl and i love reading stuff abt him on tumblr and ao3!! >_< what era is your fav leon?? i personally cant get enough of vendetta, di, and re2 leon ♡ just wanted to know lolll im a little curious to hear ^^
- bbq chick
Hello there!! Firstly, thank you so so much!! I love writing and interacting with my readers and mutuals make it so much more fun, so thank you!
Secondly, I have a little trouble picking ngl... I love leon throughout all of the timeline, buuuut... I will say OG RE4, RE2R, and DI/ID have a very firm place in my heart. I group ID/DI because I can't decide which one I like better, and they're just both awesome, and since they're both non-game eras, I group them together. As far as OG RE4 leon, he's just so cute and silly. His jokes and his sass make me laugh so hard + OG RE4 is the only original game I have, and I loooooove the original RE games. RE2R has a special place because, duh, it's rookie leon!!! But also just because RE2R was the first RE game i got through. Also, RE2R leon really is just so amazing because he was put through so much in LITERALLY NOT EVEN 24HRS, and he still came out and was willing to put everything before himself to fix things. Of course, that applies to every era, if im being honest, but it's even more insane because he wasn't even trained like he was in RE4. Of course, he had his police academy training, but that's not training for a literal apocalypse and virus and mutation outbreak, yknow?!
That's the end of my little rant. I love answering fun questions about my fixations, so thank you!! My inbox is always always open to the curious minds!
Hello, I have a leon request! Hear me out on leon being a bit shy to take his clothes off despite loving intercourse with his s/o because he doesn’t like his scars or certain parts of his body so his s/o notices this and they try clothed sex 😋
a/n; love love love!!! clothed sex is just soooo🤤 idk from experience, so I could be delusional, but it just seems either amazing or terrible, yknow?! anyway. thank you for this!! I hope I do the idea justice 🙏🏻 I wasn't sure which era you wanted, but I think I kept it vague enough, so any era should work!
sum; leon's insecurity strikes at the worst time, and in a burst of desperation, an idea and solution are found effortlessly.
content; clothed sex, dry humping, riding, some body worship, leon is insecure, light nipple play, subby!leon
wc; 2k
You'd been naked in front of each other countless times. Being together for so long, it only made sense, right? Well, sometimes, especially after not being intimate for so long, Leon could be a little... unsure, to put it gently. Not unsure of you or his desire, but of his own body.
Tonight was one of those nights. Ten minutes into making out and groping and gently coaxing you into his lap, he froze up when your hand moved under his shirt. He stopped, breath shaky as he looked down and gently stopped your wrist. You halted, leaning back.
"What's wrong?" You asked quietly.
"I.. maybe we should hold off tonight." He looked to the side, eyes low as he swallowed thickly.
Leon wasn't one to deny intimacy, even when he was absolutely exhausted. So you prodded further. "What's the problem? Did I do something?" You asked again, moving your hand and bringing both palms to cup his cheek and tilt his head to look at you.
"I just.. I'm not sure I feel great. Yknow, visually.." he trailed off, words vague and brief as his gaze darted down again.
"Oh, baby," you purred softly, leaning forward to kiss his nose. "I know you get a little worried about your body sometimes," you paused, thumbs soothing over his cheekbones. "but I promise, on my life, there's no reason for it. You're fit, healthy, and you've got a whole story mapped out on your pretty body. Scars, moles, your cute little freckles." You leaned down to kiss the freckle between his collarbone and his adams apple, making him snicker at your gentle words.
"I love you," he murmured when you lifted your head. He pushed forward for a kiss once more, tugging you tighter to his body.
"If thats the only reason you don't feel up to it, there's two ways we can fix it."
"Mmh?" He hummed curiously, leaning back as you shuffled down a little, hands resting on his belt.
"We can stop and relax and wait for another time," you hummed, slowly undoing his belt. He didn't stop you, but he gave you a look to seek more information. "or we can keep it all on, get in a little dry humping action, and if you wanna keep going, I can just ride you with your pants pushed down a little."
"Ooh," he breathed, looking between you and your hands on his half undone belt. "You really know how to convince a man.." he muttered.
"Only when it comes to you." You grinned.
"Yeah.. yeah, we can try that." He nodded, swallowing harshly once more as he pulled you to have your heat pressed directly against the girth of his erection in his pants.
"You want me to do the work?" You asked. He blinked.
"I-i can. If you want. Whatever you want." He sputtered quickly, assuming you'd been teasing about his assumption of you being on top longer.
You giggled. "I'll stay here for now. Just stay comfy. If at any point you feel at all compelled to stop, just say the word, and I'll be off of you before you can blink."
He nodded again, body relaxing beneath you as he leaned back against the headboard and pillows, sighing quietly. His ease was sharply interrupted by the warm, burning sensation of you grinding down against his boner. He squeaked slightly, brows furrowing as he dug his nails into your hips. You continued, hips rolling slowly with a firm enough pressure that you could feel enough, and he could feel more than enough—just how he liked it.
"Oh," he breathed, eyes fluttering with struggle to stay open. "Fuck, th-that's really good." He shuddered, his legs tensing as he leaned forward to grab tighter around your waist as he bucked his hips into yours.
"Mmhm," you hummed, one hand coming to tangled into the hair above the nape of his neck, tilting his head back and kissing him deeply. He choked on a moan as you dragged back and forth. The kiss turned sloppy within seconds, and you couldn't help but laugh softly at how easily his brain turned to mush for you.
"Breathe, baby," you reminded him, feeling his breath catching and holding as he leaned his chin against your chest.
"Sorry." He squeaked out, breathing shakily as he grabbed your hips more firmly, trying to take a little control with the pace and rhythm.
"Can't have you passing out on me before you've even been given a reason to feel that good." You teased sweetly, making him whine and hide his face again.
"But it feels so good." He groaned, the sound pitchy and drawn out.
"Does dry humping really get you that close?" You snickered.
"Maybe." He muttered, only to shiver and swallow harshly. You slowed to a stop, only for him to perk up and tilt his head. "Why'd you stop?" His voice barely above a whisper.
"Because I didn't work you all the way up just for you to cum in your pants before I'm even halfway there."
"'M sorry," he curled around you, groaning in embarrassment. "It just felt really good."
"We've got all night. There's no need to get it all done during the foreplay." You soothed, scooting back slowly and pulling on his waistband. You finished undoing his belt, tugging his zipper down and gently tugging at the fabric of his pants and boxers. He lifted his hips slightly, and you managed to pull the fabric down just enough that his cock sprang free and you pushed the waistband of his boxers down to where it rested just beneath his balls.
You lifted your skirt, grabbing Leon's hands and having him hold up the fabric as you pulled your panties to the side. He watched, eyes darting between your face and the show you were putting on just for him. His grip tightened on your skirt, knuckles turning white as you propped his cock upright and hovered over the drooling cock head. He looked up at you, lips parted with soft breaths leaving his plush, kiss-swollen lips.
"Oh, you're so cute," you mused, watching his face as you lowered yourself onto him. The tip was enough to make his face contort, a squeak pulled from his throat as he quivered in response with a pitchy 'fuck' rolling off of his tongue.
You eased your way down, all too satisfied with the way his entire body surrendered itself to you, trusting with his mind, body, and soul. With you fully seated on his cock, he fell back against the pillows, breath uneven and stiff as his cock twitched inside of you. You tried to start grinding slowly, only for him to dig his fingertips into your waist.
"Not yet. I might—" He exhaled, head falling back. "I might embarrass myself if I don't breathe for a second."
"I'd rather you cum in me than your boxers." You teased. He huffed, pinching your side lazily.
"Cruel, cruel woman."
"I'll show you cruel."
Leon didn't have time to process your words before you were already lifting and dropping down with enough force to have him bust right then and there. He cried out, gasping slightly at the first bounce.
"Fuck! Okay, n-not cruel. 'M sorry!" He whined, holding you down with as much strength as he could maintain in such a weak moment.
You laughed a little, only to apologize through slow, shallow bounces and grinding back and forth. The change made it much easier for him to readjust and relax. He melted under you, his grip easing.
"You still don't want your shirt off?" You asked, hands creeping under the fabric. He whined, shaking his head no. You retracted your touch. "Can I still touch?" You asked, palms resting just below his well-worked pecs. He nodded, looking up at you as he nudged your hands upward, letting you know that touching was still on the table. You grinned at his actions.
On the rare occasion that Leon let you take this much control, it was always a delight to see how he'd respond to the things he did to you. Like how he'd grope and pinch and pull at your nipples or sometimes even use them to keep his mouth busy. Given the fact his shirt was on, you resorted to the hands-on approach. You worked him up with some slow circling of your thumbs around his nipples, and when he closed his eyes, you picked up the bouncing with deeper strokes and began to gently pinch and twist his nipples. Nothing that would hurt him, but with just enough pressure to make him whimper.
"Hah—ahh, shit," he breathed out a small laugh, brows knitting together tighter.
"Touch me, baby. C'mon, don't make me do all the work by myself." You cooed, gesturing down to his hands. One hand quickly found its way downward between your legs, his thumb effortlessly meeting your clit as you fucked yourself on his cock, pussy fluttering at the reciprocation of stimulation. It was your turn to mewl and whimper, head falling back as your hips bounced and ground against his touch with every drop of your hips.
"F-fuck," he choked. "M-mmmm—might not make it," he whined, eyes struggling to stay focused and attentative in the moment.
"God, just a little more, please." You mewled, head falling back as your hands worked his nipples with pinching and pulling and rolling, his body pliant and willing for you.
Leon tried, he really did, but with you growing closer, tightening and clenching and pulsing around his cock and using him like a fucking ragdoll, he found himself drowned in pleasure. He could only sputter out an embarrassing 'cumming!' before his body jolted and tensed, a ragged sob leaving his lips. His dick twitched and throbbed as he spilled his load into you, relief flooding his nerves and his muscles as he fell limp and twitchy beneath you.
You followed quickly, his thumb still working on your clit as you eased into softer bounces and slower grinding, ending up at a perfect peak for your pleasure to throb through your nerves. You came to a stop, breathing heavy and shaky. Leon was absolutely done for. Ruined beyond comprehension in the moment. He shivered when you lifted yourself off of him, dropping beside him and cuddling up against him as your skirt dropped back into place, panties still notched to the side.
"Maybe being insecure isn't so bad." He rasped lazily, leaning into you and wrapping an arm around you.
"Shut up." You laughed, rolling your eyes as you wrapped an arm around his waist, head turning to kiss his collarbone over his shirt. "You know you're sexy, scars and all."
"You say that because you have to." He murmured.
"No, I don't. I'm saying it because I love you, you're amazing, and you look amazing—even when you don't feel like it." You insisted, kissing his jawline before you sat upright. "Shower together or alone?" You asked.
"Uh... I.." he hesitated, stammering as he sat upright and shifted to curl into himself.
You laughed quietly, shaking your head as you reached to cup his cheek. "I'll go start the shower, and if you feel like it, you can join me. If not, you can shower after me. Okay? You okay with that?"
He nodded, smiling lightly as he leaned into your touch. "Thank you."
"I'll be back." You mused, shuffling out of bed. "Care to change the sheets while I'm showering?" You called over your shoulder as you began to undress while leaving the bedroom to the bathroom.
"On it!" He stood from the bed on shaky legs and worked his way to change the sheets.
Good lord i just scrolled down my timeline and found a post from a creator that i followed hours ago with a similar plot with the idea that i just sent and i almost thought it was a fever dream coming true loll,
but anyways i just wanted to clarify that it wasn't intentional and i know that some other writers have posted something about sending 1 idea to different writers and how it shouldn't be done,
and i also saw the post after i already sent my idea here, though there r still differences with some details in my version of the plot but it was still very similar and i don't want to send the wrong message and make it seem weird cause this is also my first time sending ideas to writers like this😔🙏🏻
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Hello!! I saw your request and I love it! I've already run into my share of confusion when it comes to someone requesting me and then I find another of the same/similar request on another authors page, and I personally don't mind it as long as it doesn't come from a place of pettiness or something to put writers against each other, yknow?
There's no need to fret! I think it's lovely to see how others portray similar requests, and so long as it's not stolen content or malicious intent, I think it's alright! Not all writers feel the same, but this is my stance on it. To be fair, I've only been on tumblr for just over a year, so maybe my perspectives will change, but for now, this is it
Thank you for clarifying just in case!! I'll be getting around to your request very, very soon, so stay tuned! 🩷
idk if u take requests butttt a chris redfield x reader fic where you and chris are partners at the bsaa (set like after re7?) and becuase of your shitty schedules you both couldn’t be in a proper relationship so you start a friends with benefits thing BUT THENN after the events of re8 chris comes over to yours just to be there because he’s all depressed and lonely and then you both admit it’s become less of a friends with benefits and more a real relationship and all that jazz
IDK IF THAT MAKES SENSE BUT ITS BEEN ON MY MIND AND I NEED TO LET IT OUT OK I LOVE YOUR WRITING N LAYOUT BYE
a/n; ugh I love FWB to lovers 😫 this is such a lovely idea, and thank you so much!! I am so so sorry it took forever to get to this, I just fell way behind, but i hope this makes up for it! I honestly don't think I did justice to your request, so if you have any changes or you'd like me to do it again, please don't be afraid to tell me! I want my readers to enjoy what I write for them 🩷🩷
sum; after dealing with so much on his own, bottling everything up, chris realizes that the only person he'd ever trust is you, and he, despite his state, needs to tell you what he feels
content; chris is depressed but theres no intense discussion of it, friends with benefits to lovers, confessions, they kiss once or twice cuz i just love soft kisses :3
wc; 2.1k
a/n; two posts in one day!? god i am on a roll!
Working for the BSAA was a nightmare most days. On a mission, in the office, at home. It all sucked. What sucked worse? Needing so much time with you, only to settle for a shitty, uncoordinated situationship with you. Chris hated it. He didn't yet understand why, but he knew you were such a big piece of his support. Sure, he had Jill, who he cared so deeply for, given the lengths he went to find her and save her multiple times, and she did the same for him, but it wasn't the same. And of course, he had Claire, his sweet little sister, but he couldn't seek support from her when he was supposed to be protecting her, not the other way around.
After returning from Romania, Chris hadn't readjusted yet. Things were a blur. His routine fell apart, but his only steadiness was work. Unfortunately, he only had one day a week where he had a chance of running into you at the office. And in three weeks, you hadn't shown up. Well, you had, you were just on a mission for two weeks and stuck at your desk for the third. Chris, being the stubborn jackass he is, refused to text you and tell you he missed you. His solution instead? Show up to your apartment at midnight.
The knock had startled you, a sharp inhale being heard as you jolted awake on your couch. "Fuck." You breathed, sitting up slowly. Another knock, still soft, like the person didn't want to wake you. "Coming!" You called out, a small groan following as you stretched your body and went to the door.
You opened it a crack, only to blink away your sleepiness when you saw Chris. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "Can I come in?"
You didn't bother asking yet. You stepped aside and let him in. "Make yourself comfy." You mumbled.
"I hadn't thought you'd answer so late." He admitted, sitting on the couch with a sigh.
"What's got you out so late? You don't exactly enjoy driving late." You asked quietly, joining him on the couch as you leaned back.
"Just... needed some time."
"Time for what?"
"Time with you." He admitted quietly.
"Like... physical? Or..?"
"No. No, I don't need... that. Not now. Probably not for a while." He seemed a little thrown off by the idea of sex, which made you tilt your head.
"Okay. You wanna talk?"
"Sure. You start." He agreed lazily, head falling back on the couch.
"We don't have to. You look exhausted."
"I am."
Without a word, you stood up and walked to the kitchen, retrieving a glass of water and two meltstonin gummies. You sat closer to him, handing him the items. He looked at you, blinked.
"Here. If you can't sleep, take the melatonin. Drink some water. Are you hungry?" You asked quietly, keeping your voice low, hoping to keep the atmosphere as soothing as possible.
"No. I just didn't want to be alone again. I think I'm spending too much time by myself.." He trailed off, taking the items from you. He took a swig of the water, sighing as he closed his eyes.
"Why didn't you call? Or text? You know I would've come over the minute I got back from my mission."
"I know." He whispered. "God, I know." He sighed heavier.
You raised a brow. "What's.. what's that response? That tone, the sighs?" You leaned forward to look at him.
There was nothing for a moment. Silence. Not tense, but full of something. Chris' head tilted to the side to look at you, eyes opening. He looked so tired, and so lonely. Usually, all he needed was some kisses and sometimes some really vocal and sweet sex, but he wasn't even in the mood to lean in for a kiss like he usually would. Something was stopping him, and that wasn't usual for Chris Redfield. He reached out with his free hand, taking yours.
But he didn't say anything yet. Just looked at you, eyes droopy and dark with the need for sleep. You shook your head. "Why don't we just go lie down? Is that what you need?"
"Sure." He mumbled.
"Come on, I need—"
"Don't make me say more." He whispered, the soft sound thick with exhaustion and need. Not desire need, but the kind of soft need that he only let you see. The need that ached deep within him, weighing him down daily.
"Let's go lie down." You repeated, softer this time, nodding in understanding as you stood up. You took his hands and helped him up, pausing for a moment before you helped him push his jacket off—his ridiculously large, but very comfortable jacket. You let it fall onto the couch, and once free of the thick fabric, you leaned in and did you best to try and offer a moment to let him soak in an innocent kind of touch—a gentle, but tight hug with your arms around his neck. You two may have done much more intimate things, but a long, slow, eased hug was not in your list of rules from when you two started this dumb beneficial friendship that's only seemed to weigh on you both.
Chris took it, though. In a heartbeat. He returned the hug, almost crushing you in his embrace as he buried his face in your shoulder, eyes closing tightly as he inhaled sharply. You offered a tighter squeeze, and you felt him shake slightly as he tried to soften his grasp.
"It's okay. You're not hurting me." You whispered.
"I don't want to hurt you." His voice trembled faintly. You didn't comment on it.
"You're not going to." You soothed, pulling in tighter to get the message across to his stubborn head.
It took a minute, but once he gave in, the hug lasted upward of three minutes. His grasp didn't falter, nor did yours. He soothed himself subconsciously by focusing solely on your scent—shampoo, body wash, and whatever lotion you'd put on after your showers, and he felt through the thick layers of clothing how your heart beat against his chest. He could feel your breathing, steady and uninterrupted.
"Whenever you're ready," you left it in the air, leaving it open for whatever he'd want to do next. Sit back down, go to your room and lay down, have something to eat. You left it open for him to decide.
"We can lay down." He mumbled, slowly pulling away. You kept your hand in his as you led him down the hall and pushed your door open, letting him walk in and sit on the bed.
"Snacks? Drinks? Normally, I'd offer some alcohol, but I don't think that's a good idea right now. I've got tea, coffee, orange juice, water, and.... I might still have some soda if you want me to look." You shuffled into bed next to him, watching him melt into the bed and close his eyes.
"I left my water on the coffee table. And the gummies. I don't need anything." He said simply.
"Okay." You exhaled, slouching slightly as you sat there and let him take the time he needed. Sitting on your knees beside him, Chris eventually found the energy to reach out and tug you onto him. You shifted, laying your weight atop of him as he grunted at the compression.
You listened to his heartbeat, content at the way his body seemed relaxed, despite his mind seemingly running so many routes at once. You reached your hand down and intertwined his fingers with yours, thumb idly rubbing at the back of his palm. After a while, Chris heard a sniffle in the silence of breathing and an occasional hum. He opened his eyes and glanced down. He couldn't see your face, but he knew the sound of that sniffle. He didn't pry, but he found the energy and strength to wrap his arms around you.
"I don't think we can keep doing this." You spoke up quietly.
"What?"
Chris felt his heart drop, unsure of what you were referring to. He sat up slowly, letting you shift out of his lap. You wiped your hands down your face, exhaling sharply.
"Chris, I can't keep acting like I'm not in love with you." You finally spoke, looking back up at him with brows knitted tight.
"You—I'm sorry?" He barely whispered, the wind practically being knocked out of him. He blinked.
"Don't play dumb. You know me. I wouldn't be so okay with our arrangement if I wasn't at least somewhat in love with you." You scoffed, getting off of the bed and moving toward the bedroom door. For the first time in weeks, Chris moved with purpose, rushing and almost tripping over himself as he caught your arm and turned you to him.
"Don't. Don't walk away. Please." He spoke, low and breathy. "I'm.. I'm sorry, okay? I've been an ass. I've taken advantage of your kindness. I've.. I've ruined things to an extent that only brings me shame everytime I open my eyes, but.."
He hesitated, staring at you with his eyes darting around your features. You looked absolutely torn. You thought he didn't feel the same, and that tore you apart. And the sight and assumption made his gut churn in an unpleasant fashion.
"But please, don't walk away from me before I can tell you how much you mean to me." He finished, voice becoming faintly steadier as he found confidence to get the words out.
"Don't play with me, Chris." You muttered.
"I'm not." He said, stern and honest.
"Don't." Your voice shook slightly.
"I've been too anxious to tell you because I thought our agreement was still in place. I thought we agreed this was purely physical stress relief and support. No strings. Clearly, I don't do well with rules."
"For a captain, you're not good at following rules or agreements." You muttered.
"I hate being away from you, and that's not normal for someone I don't love." He said, taking your hands into his. "I come to you for a reason."
"Chris, you know we can't go as far as we want."
"Yeah, well, you can't deny that what we started with isn't what we are now. It's not normal to hold someone the way you hold me at the end of our nights together, or the other way around. You don't just do that."
You looked off to the side, inhaling sharply as your hands shook slightly in his gentle grasp. "It won't work." You mumbled.
"Can't we give a try before we give up on it?" He leaned down and tilted his head to find your eyes, watching your gaze shift between his eyes and his lips. Left, right, lips, repeat.
"Can we talk in the morning?" You asked quietly. "I think.. I think I need to think it through. Before we go making irrational decisions that are more than likely going to bite us in the ass."
Chris blinked, backing off slightly. That was the best response he could get on such short notice. "Yeah. Of course.." He cleared his throat. "I'll leave you to it." He switched places with you, only for you to stop him.
"I didn't say you had to go, idiot." You grabbed his hand and pulled him back toward the bed. "I just.. I know it started this whole talk, and I meant what I said at the start, but I didn't expect you to reciprocate. At all." You sat on the edge of the bed.
"Do you want me to stay?" He asked, lowering to sit next to you.
"Do you work tomorrow?"
"No, but there's chance I'll be called in."
"Then stay.." you shifted further back onto the bed and found your way back to the pillows.
"You're sure?"
"I don't think either of us want to be alone right now." You deadpanned.
"No," he chuckled. The sound relieved you. "No, I don't think so." He agreed quietly, shuffling back to adjust next to you as he laid on his side.
"Want me to lay on you again?" You asked.
"Yeah. Please. I'm still... not compressed enough, I guess." He muttered, sprawling on his back as you crawled onto him and propped yourself up for a moment, hands beside his shoulders.
"Is it a bad time to ask for a kiss?" You questioned.
"No. Never." He leaned up to meet you in the middle for a soft kiss, letting you pull back and lay on him. "Thank you. For... everything." He breathed.
"Thank you."
In that moment, the gratitude felt like your first 'I love you'. For once, there was no longer a burden between you two, even if just for the night. You'd worry about the future when it came to be the present.
Hi Terraa!! How've you been? I hope you're doing great! I wanted to tell you of this idea I've had for a while noww
How would you think Chris would react to having a wife who has "quirks" when she's focused?
Say like she's having a hard time pursuading him to go on a vacation together so she comes up with a PPT presentation of all the reasons why they should go on vacation and why Chris should take a leave. But all Chris can focus on is how her eyebrows tend to quirk up every once in a while while she's explaining.
Or another might be of when she's focused on cooking, sewing, or any other activity that might need a ton of focus, a small part of her tongue unvoluntarily slips out of the corner of her mouth.
And the funniest part is that she has no idea she has these habits. So even if Chris tries to point it out she'd be in denial.
What do you think? I hope it's a good idea (which is soooo not based on real life).
Have a great day friend 🥰🫶
a/n; hello again, friend!! I've been alright, just under a bit of personal stress between jobs, but I'm pushing onward! First, this is SO CUTE. I think Chris would be such a fiend for silly thing like this. Second, I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to this, I hope this makes up for my poor management of my inbox 😞🙏🏻
sum; blurb for Chris and his wife with silly quirks and subconscious habits
content; fluff
wc; 1k
Chris has always been observant, and in his observing, he noticed many things of you and your habits. The first thing he noticed, very early on, was how you'd chew on your pen or tap it on your lips when you were writing things down. Oftentimes, the gummy textured grip of any shared pens would have bite marks, or—in worst cases—the rubber grip would be completely chewed off.
Chris loved your little quirks. From the chewing of pens or toothpicks, to the way you'd poke your tongue out or chew on your lips when focused.
A new one lately that he picked up on was your facial motions. Chris had been worked up the damn wall—little to no time left by the time he was getting home. He's been sent on so many missions in the last month, most short and easy, but with the missions, the reports, the assistance of training new agents, Chris had such minimal time. He barely had time to eat dinner and shower on a good day, and he felt terrible, but he had so much work. So, finally, you took it upon yourself.
You crawled into bed with him one night, buttering him up with kisses and cuddles, even going as far as offering a little 'reward' for such a long week. He chuckled, declining softly.
"What are you gonna ask me for?" He asked, his chest rumbling with his low tone as he soothed a hand up and down your back.
"I have an idea." You hummed, mouthing softly along his stubbled jaw.
"Mm, that so?" He mused, head falling back. "Enlighten me."
"You, me,"
"Mhmm,"
"Nice hotel or airbnb,"
He lifted his head, raising a brow. "This is going into a territory where I can't guarantee a yes."
"Vacation, maybe somewhere warm?"
"Honey." He exhaled through his nose, watching you shuffle and shift to crawl over him and grab your laptop on the bedside table.
"I knew you'd say no."
"So why—"
"I have a case." You grinned. Before he could argue, you were already twirling the laptop around to show him, the electronic device settled at his hips as you sat at his straddled thighs.
"Alright. I'll bite. Show me your case." He leaned back, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you click the presentation into full screen mode.
Chris didn't look at the slides, sticking primarily to watching you. Your hands moved with your words, and your eyebrows quirked and twitched with every new bullet point. Halfway through, he gave a gruff laugh, humming as he tilted his head at you. You paused, blinking.
"What's funny?"
"Nothing. Keep talking—I like the way your face moves."
"Sorry?"
"Your face. I'm noticing it moves funny. I like it." He reached up to gently brush his thumb over your brows.
"My face moves just fine." You muttered, brows furrowing faintly in response.
"Your brows go like.." he mimicked the motion with his own, and you pouted slightly.
"No, they do not." You said, voice pitching up ever so slightly. Chris stifled a laugh, lips pursing.
"You're so fucking cute." He busted out laughing, lightly nudging the laptop away as he rolled over to have you lay down, tugging you in for a tight hug as he peppered your face with kisses. "I like it. Don't be embarrassed."
"I'm not embarrassed by something that doesn't happen!" You frowned, swatting at his chest and turning your face away.
He gave up, laying all his weight onto you with an exaggerated hum of satisfaction. "Mm, guess I'll never know the pros and cons of vacation." He purred teasingly.
"Chris!" You whined, squirming under his massive weight.
"Oh, so warm, so comfy. Much better than a silly hotel in another country." He teased, his face burying into your collarbone.
"Doesn't have to be another country. Or even another state. I just want you to stop working so much." You frowned, the mood shifting slightly. Chris halted his teasing, looking up at you. He realized you were serious, so he propped himself on his elbows, exhaling softly.
"Pick a hotel. Use my card, book it for..."
"A week?" You suggested.
"Hotel for four nights, and then we can.... stay in and relax for the rest of the week and maybe even a few extra days. That sound fair?"
"Mhmm." You grinned, biting your lip to contain the smile growing on your face. Another little thing you did that he adored. He leaned in to kiss you softly.
"Book the hotel for the last few nights, yeah? That way we can save the best for last. How about the third through the.... fifteenth?" He suggested. "That's about a week and a half. I can get that off. Good?"
"Yes." You nodded, returning the kiss before you rolled out from his hold and ran to the other side of the bed where your computer had been banished. You'd already had the hotels pulled up. Three options for every location you wanted to suggest.
He rolled onto his back, humming and closing his eyes as you curled up next to him with your laptop in your lap, typing and clicking away to book the room. One more thing that Chris found funny was how you'd bounce a little, almost like you're vibrating, whenever you get excited about something. Like you were now. Along with your focused look—tongue poked out, a low hum leaving you at each click of moving forward on the booking. He closed his eyes, hand rubbing along your back.
"I love you." He murmured.
"Love you." You uttered back, barely focused on responding. He raised a brow, eyes opening again.
"I love you." He repeated, emphasis on the 'I'.
You turned to him. "Sorry. I love you, too." You gave him a quick peck on his lips out of apology, only to return to the laptop screen. He scoffed playfully, leaning back and waiting for you to finish up.
would you ever do femdom/pegging with Leon? like maybe he gets really needy, so reader cuffs his hands behind his back and bends him over a bed or desk (rival coworkers perhaps?) to peg him?
Okay, I'm gonna answer this one regularly because I have another request for pegging leon already
I've never written anything for pegging or any form of anal sex before, and it's honestly not my field of preference, but I'm willing to give it a try! I can't promise it'll be good or that the specifics and details will be perfect for the logistics of it, given the prep that tends to need to go into things like pegging, but I will try it out for my readers and take all the feedback you guys have!!
Once I respond to the other request for pegging leon, I'll link the actual fic here as well!
Can you please tag no more limits with leon saying bitch? It’s a slur towards women and I didn’t expect to read it, thanks
Hi! I was unaware I should be tagging for specific names like that, and I wasn't aware it was considered a slur towards women? Obviously, i know it's derogatory and negative. I've just never heard it be called a slur. Either way, I'll tag it there and make sure I specify from here on out! I'm so sorry it was a surprise :( thank you for the feedback!!
guys ,,,, i wanna write ,, really nasty smut. i do have two requests that I'm finishing up and getting posted ASAP, but neither are smut, and I'm CRAVING some gross smut, so requests are back open!! please please please help a girl out 😫🙏🏻
love your work, esp the fic with leon and reader as friends to lovers !!! ive been thinking abt this for a hot minute but,,, hmo. agent!reader coming home after being at a bar with their friends and leon was really worried, so when they come back he’s all over them and wondering where they were and it eventually leads to really nasty smut,, like reader riding leon type smut. i totally see re4 or vendetta leon doing this , they have a place in my heart
a/n; mmmh riding vendetta leon...CRRRAAAAZY style....🤤 GOD THIS IS DELICIOUS. Thank you for the opportunity to write vendetta leon again cuz I rarely write for the movie eras nowadays. Also idk if this was meant to have any specific relationship for this fic, but there's only vague implications to an existing relationship between the two.
sum; after coming home absolutely shit-faced and needy, Leon's concern grows, much like the embarrassing tent in his sweats.
content; alcohol consumption, reader is HAMMERED, sort of subby!leon, riding, messy sex
wc; 2.2k
Leon had his fair share of disappearing at night sometimes. He had his history of drinking and leaving for the night—sometimes nights—but it was worrying when you'd disappear on a night out. Earlier in the day, you told leon you'd be going out with friends around 7 p.m., getting dinner and then going bar hopping, and you'd make sure you were home by 11 p.m.
Leon's brows furrowed as the clock neared midnight. You were usually so punctual with your timing, and you rarely ever got drunk. Of course you'd drink when you went out with friends, but never enough to make it a problem or you'd make sure you leveled it out and timed it right so you were at least coherent while being driven home. He tried calling you, but your phone just went to voice-mail. Maybe the battery died. He sighed heavily, deciding not to worry and just waiting in the bedroom for you.
It's pushing 1 a.m. when leon finally hears the door open, followed by heavy, uncoordinated footsteps and the lazy sounds of you trying to lock the door. Leon shuffled out of bed, brows furrowed faintly as he found you leaning into the door, almost unable to keep yourself upright as you fiddled with the locks on the door. Leon sighed, coming up behind you to offer support with an arm around your waist, his other hand coming to lock the two locks on the door of the apartment.
"It's one in the morning. You said you'd be home by eleven." Leon scolded quietly, helping you get rid of your jacket. You leaned into him, whining.
"I had ssss—sooo much fun." You argued.
"Yeah, smells like it." He huffed. "Is this how you feel when I come home all shit faced and smelling like alcohol?" He joked, helping you kick your shoes off before you stumbled toward the bedroom.
"Mmh, shhh, you'll wake the neighbors." You slurred, shuffling to find the wall for support as you turned back to Leon.
"Hey—hang on! Where on earth were you? You were out until one a.m., and you're not going to tell me where you were?"
"I was out! Bars. Probably a food truck or two. I dunno." You groaned at his persistent pushing to find out why you were out so late.
"You didn't answer your phone once. Not even texts before you were gone for the first hour." He frowned, meeting you where you stood against the wall, your movement antsy and whiney as you tried not to run off and avoid his scolding. You'd both realize later how hypocritical this was of him, but you only had one thought now.
"Can I show you how sss—" You interrupted yourself with a small hiccup, swallowing thickly before you continued, "s-sorry I am?" You fell forward into him, and he tensed as he caught you, letting your face bury into his neck.
He hesitated, unsure of what your apology entailed, but he helped you upright with a firm grasp around your waist. "You're drunk." He said firmly.
"Lee," you whined, hands splaying over his chest and clutching at his shirt.
"I know you needed a night out. You've been absolutely fucking swamped at work, and the missions, and the lack of alone time—"
"I don't wanna talk about work." You grumbled. "Why can't I just apologize how I want to?" You huffed.
"You're stressed. You needed a night off. You don't need to apologize."
"But you're upset."
"I'm upset because you didn't answer your phone, you got home at one in the morning, you're absolutely shit faced, and now—"
You grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him downward and making both of you stumble backward to where your back pressed to the wall with your lips crashing messily against his. Leon grunted, left hand holding your waist while his right hand smacked against the wall so he didn't fall against you.
"Shut up." You scolded, panting lightly against his lips. You deepened the sloppy kiss, lips notching together perfectly with his focus on your lower lip. After a moment, he eased into your advances, letting out a low, smooth purr of arousal.
"You—" He exhaled, trying to pull back to speak. You kept him close with a hand gripping his hair. "You are drunk." He sputtered against the kiss, only for you to pull away and huff, brows furrowing.
"I'm drunk, apologetic, and unbelievably horny. You're just lucky I made it home before I pulled over and dealt with myself." You stared up at him.
"You drove home?" He pulled back further.
"Ugh, no, I had Maddy drive me home." You groaned.
"Then how would you—"
"Empty threats, Leon! Can't you avoid questioning me for five minutes?" You leaned back, slouching against the wall with an exhausted whine.
"Maybe you should try weed instead of alcohol." He muttered.
"Weed isn't much different. Are you done lecturing me, or can I continue?" You looked up at him, eyes droopy and half-lidded. You exhaled slightly, only for the breath to be interrupted with a small hiccup and a groan. When Leon didn't answer, you moved forward and yanked him by the shirt to make him follow you to the bedroom down the hall. Before he could object—which he wasn't planning on doing—you had him pushed onto the bed and you were already ridding yourself of your clothes. You had to fiddle with the zipper of your skirt, but once that was done, you crawled onto the bed with him and straddled him.
Now, clad in only a lace set matching with a pretty midnight blue color, Leon could hardly sputter out a poor excuse for some kind of response. He swallowed harshly, looking up at you.
"Are you going to stay dressed and deal with the mess of laundry or are you—"
"Undressing." He said quickly, reaching to take off his shirt and move to undo the drawstring of his sweats. With the sweats easily loosened, you lifted your hips and let him shimmy the pants down a little to where he could easily kick them off.
"That's better." You muttered, settling in his lap and earning a faint squeak of a response thanks to the pressure of your core pressing against the base of his cock through the thin layer of his boxers and your panties. "Sensitive." You giggled, biting at your lip as you gave an experimental drag of your hips, only for his legs to jerk and his hips to hump against you.
"This is supposed to be an apology." He huffed.
"Eh, changed my mind. Just really wanted to get my hands on you." You grinned, dragging your hips back and forth with a torturous pressure. You moaned softly as you angled your hips to let his tip catch against your clit. He let his head fall back.
Usually, foreplay would last at least another ten minutes with you. You needed a little more attention than Leon, so when he felt you already pushing his boxers down and pulling your panties aside, he was momentarily stunted and completely caught off guard. He blinked, lips parted.
"Aren't you gonna.. tease a little more?" He asked quietly, huffing faintly as he looked down where your body hovered above his.
"I don't need to." You gestured down at his already aching boner, and it became clear that you were excited enough when you propped his cock upright and let the fat tip press against your entrance. He choked on air, lips falling open as he clutched at the bedsheets to contain himself and avoid bucking his hips.
You eased down onto his length, your walls thoroughly soaking his length and dripping down his cock as you began to rise and fall on his length. Leon wasn't used to the pace of things—you were going too fast for him to process half of it, too fast for him to savor the feeling of you wrapped snug around him, and too fast for him to focus on not cumming within an embarrassing time.
"Oh—oh, fuck," he exhaled heavily, head fallen back as his brows furrowed, his thighs tense and shaky. "Slow down," he huffed, hands coming to hold your hips in a poor attempt to slow you down.
"Mm—mm." You shook your head, biting your lower lip as you pushed more upright in his lap, hips rising and falling so fast that your thighs began to burn within the first minute or two.
The mattress and bed frame creaked under the weight and motion, the sounds of metal and wood stressing mingled nicely with the moans and whines of Leon and the moans and gasps from you. Leon took in the sight finally—starting at your lower half. Your thighs tense, the fat of your thighs, ass, and hips jiggling with every bounce. Your pussy stretched impossibly tight around his girth, and your tits bouncing with each movement from you. Leon's hands, shaky and weak, came to grope and palm at your tits. You'd think your drunken state would render you sloppy, unstable, weak, or even drowsy!
No, no, you didn't seem to take alcohol the way Leon did. Leon definitely took alcohol and was knocked out by the time he'd make it home. If he managed to, that is. You? Oh, you took it and ran with it like it was holding you hostage and you needed to make up for drinking so much. Leon was the one rendered weak and shaky and sloppy—although for once, he was the sober one!
"Fuck, please," he choked out, eyes rolling back. "You gotta.. gotta slow down." He whined, hips subconsciously bucking and chasing a deeper, insistent need.
"Uh-uh." You huffed. "Not... not happenin'." You slurred slightly, leaning back and planting your palms firmly on his thighs, which were tense in an effort to hold himself back. The different angle made the head of his cock push harder against your g-spot with every downward slam of your hips. Your moans grew louder, heavy breathing mingling with the sounds within the bedroom.
"Oh, shit, please!" He practically cried, brows knitting tighter as his body locked up sporadically. You shook your head, a small giggle leaving your lips at his desperate clutching at your hips and the blankets, his back arching. He looked absolutely pathetic—you hoped you'd remember the look on his face. Nose scrunched, brows knitted, soft blue eyes brimming with fat tears, lips quivering and almost spilling over with drool.
"Y're s-so fuckin' pathetic." You purred with a slight stammer in your words, looking down at him with a slightly crooked grin, all too happy with the state of Leon in the moment.
Leon could hardly muster up a poor excuse for arguing your claim, his mind preoccupied by the fact that he was going insane with your tight cunt around his cock, and the sight of you riding him like there really was no tomorrow. His hands grasped desperately at your thighs, his short and blunt nails digging into your skin as he fucked upward to meet your hips. He whimpered, legs kicking with every sharp shock of pleasure that would run through him. He could feel his end coming. He knew this was going to be so embarrassing—usually he at least had the decency to tell you, but the way you'd turned his brain to mush made it hard.
You could feel it, too. Leon's signs of orgasm were never subtle. Twitchy cock, legs jolting or shaking harder, his chest jittering with shaky, uneven breaths, and the most subtle but still noticeable in certain angles, was how his cock would throb and his balls would draw up tight. Without a warning, Leon's fingers clawed down your thighs, his cock pulsing and spilling his cum into you in thick, heavy spurts that made your body shiver. You rode him through the orgasm until his cum began to leak and spill out of your pussy. You took one hand and brought it to draw tight, messy circles against your clit with your middle and ring finger.
With his cock softening, sensitivity reaching a high, Leon practically cried. "Fuck—hoo—oh, god, y're gonna fuckin' break me, baby," he panted, barely coherent and audible as he watched you chase your own pleasure with no regard for his need for a break. Luckily, you weren't far behind, but it still took enough time for Leon's tears to finally spill over and decorate his cheeks with faint streaks.
You mewled at your pleasure peaking, thighs tensing and knees locking as you ground against him. It wasn't as good as it could've been, but it was enough for Leon's torture to be over. Your walls pulsed around him, and he shivered and squirmed and whined, shoulders tense as he turned his head to hide it in the pillows. You huffed, leaning over him as you lifted your hips and let the last bits of your shared mess spill onto his cock. His length twitched in response, but gave no other indication of round two.
You settled to lay on his chest, nuzzling up close to him as you kissed at his collarbone. "Mmh," you purred quietly, eyes closing. "Y're warm."
"Uh-huh.." Leon huffed quietly, eyes falling shut as his trembly hands came to rest over your back, keeping you close. "I'll join you for drinks from now on." He muttered. You were too tired to argue, and his words fell deaf upon your ears as you were already slipping into sweet, sweet unconsciousness.
girl ım gonna ask request so reader’s father is terrible person and abused reader ,treated her badly and left her at young age so reader has daddy issues and traumas but she never told anyone except Leon till now,how would Leon react/comfort her? Tysm💕
a/n; now, I may still have a dad, but boy, do I have daddy issues (in case you haven't noticed from all my age gap fics and the fact that LEON is my fav.) also i worry a bit about writing in detail about things like abuse or severe trauma, so forgive me for the vagueness, i do hope this is alright!!
sum; blurb for Leon being a supportive and sweet boyfriend after finding out some of the things your father put you through
content; vague & brief mentions of child abuse (multiple forms.), reader has daddy issues, abandonment issues, comfort, fluff
wc; 3.2k
Leon Kennedy was a man of his word—when you two got together, and you warned him about all your troubles and baggage, he promised never to let that deter him from loving you. He swore on his life, his job, and his very few friends. Tonight, that was put to the test when Leon came home from his first long mission since you two got together. He'd been insanely lucky to have short, easy missions, or to not have any and only have to deal with paperwork and office stuff for a long few months.
He was gone for two weeks. Before he left, he made sure to explain what he could. A vague location, whether it was easy or not, stealth or close combat. In the moment, his reassurances helped you remember that he'd be safe. He even gave you Sherry's number to call if he wasn't home by the day he promised.
Luckily, he arrived right on time, but what he came home to only startled him a little. The house was as usual—perfectly clean and organized, kept as it had been—except for the fact that the living room had been turned into a... sleep area. Kind of. He stared at the couch being cozied like a bed, the way you had your laptop and notebook laid on the coffee table. It looked like the bedroom should.
"Honey? I'm home!" He called out, and within seconds, you came running down the hall, already tearing up as you jumped onto him. He barely caught you, lowering to his knees as you fell completely limp in his grasp, a small sound near a choked whimper leaving your lips.
He didn't ask immediately, just letting you breathe and keeping you close as he could. You sniffled, and before you could stop, a sob ripped from your throat, like a wave of.... something tight and restricted that you had been holding onto for far too long. He curled tighter around you, kissing your temple.
"I missed you, baby." He whispered softly. "I hate not being with you." He sighed.
"I missed you so much more." You sniffled, gasping faintly as you hiccupped.
"Wanna tell me about what's wrong?" He asked quietly. "I know I was gone, but... you don't normally react like this." He mumbled, pulling back to gently wipe your cheeks and cup your face in his hands.
"I just.." you hiccupped a little, swallowing harshly. "I got scared."
He paused, raising a brow as he felt you begin to calm down, your tears slowing. He let your words hang, struggling to decipher what they meant. Scared? Of what? Him dying? He chuckled lightly at the thought. "There's no reason to be afraid. I'm good at my job, and I'll always come home to you."
"I don't doubt your skills, but... you were gone for so, so long. I was worried you'd left, or.."
"Left?" He questioned, interrupting your explanation. You looked at Leon, heart dropping in realization. Of all the things Leon knew, you had yet to explain certain... troubles that lingered within your being.
"Me. I was—I don't know, I guess I got scared that you'd gotten tired of me and went on to find someone else but you'd lied and told me it was a mission when it was really you leaving me because I'm too much." Your words came out rushed, and Leon could watch the color rising to your cheeks, fear and shame filling your body in a violent warmth that made you scoot out of his lap because the touch of his warm skin had begun to burn.
"Woah, why—what—why would I ever do that?" He asked, hesitating as he reached out for you again. He pulled his hands back, brows furrowing. "I couldn't be paid to leave you. Not even with all the money in the world."
"Well, that's.." You paused, clearing your throat awkwardly. "That's a nice thought." You mumbled, slowly rising to your feet as you wiped your cheeks and rubbed at your face with a heavy, loaded exhale.
He stood after you, watching carefully as you fixed your shirt and turned back to him, but now you seemed almost hesitant to meet his gaze properly. Before he could reach out and ask for your hands, you scurried off toward the kitchen, gesturing for him to sit down. Leon never liked that you seemed to take over the kitchen, but you insisted it was part of you showing your love for him, so he only ever offered help, never pushed.
He found his way to the makeshift bed—nest?—of a couch, getting comfortable next to where you'd clearly been curled up previously. He heard some rummaging and electrical whirring of whatever appliance you were using—probably the microwave—from the kitchen. He sighed, turning his head to watch and waiting for you to come back. It wasn't very late, so all you had to do for his dinner was just warm it back up and bring it to him.
The food you warmed up was just from an hour or two ago, a meal of grilled chicken with lemon pepper seasoning, a side of roasted broccoli and potatoes cut up into wedges and likely air fried. When you came back, he smiled, that smooth curl of his lips, which were chapped from the mission—likely dehydration and not remembering or caring to use the small chapstick you'd bought him.
You settled onto the couch and handed him the plate. He looped an arm over your waist, tugging you in for a side hug, kissing your temple. "Thank you, honey." He mused, hand gently soothing over your hip as he set the plate in his lap and took a bite from the broccoli. "Mmh," he hummed, leaning his head against yours.
"Good?" You asked quietly.
"Amazing. It always is." He reassured quietly.
You didn't say anything for a while. You let him eat as the TV played quietly in the background. He watched it in silence, but as he eventually finished his food, he set the plate on the coffee table, and when he turned to you, you knew he had questions. You looked down at your lap, groaning inwardly.
"You're still confused. I can see it on your face."
"You aren't even looking at me." He laughed a little.
"I can feel it in the air." You corrected with an eye roll.
"Mmh." He hummed. "Okay, so, you know I've got some questions, I assume?"
"Everyone does. Most people don't question my issues because normally they don't have to. Normally I can keep things at bay and not have to—"
"Woah, slow down a second." He eased, reaching out to grab your fidgety hands and letting you squeeze his instead of leaving deep cresent shaped marks in your palms.
"I'm sorry." You whispered, breath becoming shaky.
"Let's slow it down. You don't need to panic. Whatever it is, I signed up for it. The good, the bad, and everything in between, so long as I get to be yours." He leaned in to kiss your forehead, pulling back to look at you.
"I'm just worried you'll get... freaked out. It's.. it gets to be a lot, even just the base of it." You looked down, your hands easing their grip and letting them settle in your lap, still holding gently around his.
"Let's start simple."
"Simple." You snorted, shoulders bouncing a bit with a little laugh. "Just ask a question."
"Okay. And remember, just because I ask, doesn't mean you have to answer." He paused, watching you nod softly. "So.. you thought I was going to leave you. I know I was gone longer than normal, but... I'm worried that we didn't prepare properly. I worry that I don't know things that I need to know in order to keep you steady."
"There's... some stuff." You mumbled. "Possibly...heavily connected with my father.."
Leon blinked. "Your father?"
"Yeah, yeah, it's a shock I had one. He left when I was young." You grumbled a bit.
"It's—" He chuckled at your little quip. "It's not a shock. It's a shock you're mentioning him. You mentioned him... I dunno, once? And I don't know any other family related to you."
"That's probably best. Things didn't... stay good with all of us."
"We'll start with what was connected to your father. What... what connects to him and you being afraid of me leaving?" He asked, situating so that you could more properly face each other.
"Well, we could start with the... physical aspect of the trauma, or we could start with the mental and emotional aspect. Whichever one probably connects to my abandonment issues."
"Okay, so, I'm picking up that your father wasn't great."
"If you think great means abusing me, filling my head with constant verbal abuse, leaving for weeks on end and coming back like nothing happened, oh, and we can't forget the last time he told me I'd forever be a useless little girl who could never support herself so she'd likely fall into drugs or alcohol. And then he left. He's probably dead. Part of me hopes he is. Then yes, that means he was great." You spat the last part sarcastically, exhaling sharply.
It all came out at once, so when the silence fell, it was tense, thick, and almost violent. Leon didn't give you a look—not pity, not shock, not disgust. He just listened and gave you space to process your own confession.
"I've never told anyone that." You exhaled quietly.
"How do you feel?"
"Raw."
"That's a very interesting word choice."
"Raw. Naked. Bare. Unprotected. I feel like—" You brought a hand up, patting your chest and searching for your necklace, which had been forgotten in the bathroom earlier in the evening. "I feel like I have nothing to hide anymore. Like there's been some kind of—I-I don't know." You swallowed tightly, brows furrowing.
"Okay. Can I tell you something?" He asked quietly.
"Yeah..?" You whispered quietly, voice tight.
"All of that stuff that your deadbeat father left with you, I'm not doing any of that. Ever. Not even if someone bribed me with the kind of money that could make me immortal somehow."
"I know you're not!" You squeaked out. "I just—it scares me, okay? You're the only person I've managed to hold onto for so long, without drama, or new trouble, or having to fear that I'd somehow chase you off."
"I know," he murmured, pulling you in to straddle his lap so he could hold you closer. "And all of your fears are valid and understandable."
"But?"
"No buts. Just an add-on to make sure you know that whatever happens, whatever you've been through, you will never move from where you've burrowed into my heart. There's a spot right here," he took your hand, placing it against his chest so you could feel his heart beat, steady and slow, perfectly relaxed, like your vague dump hadn't done anything to him. "And it's yours in every life."
"I'm sorry." You whispered, eyes watering slightly as you stifled a tiny squeak in your throat. Your palm flexed slightly, fingers spreading out over the expanse of his chest, pressing deeper into the squishy flesh beneath the shirt.
"No, I'll have none of that. You have no reason to be apologetic. Just because your father was a piece of shit doesn't mean it has to stick with you."
"I wish it didn't stick with me the way it did." You mumbled.
"That's the way it goes sometimes. And.. given you haven't told anyone else, it's... it's gonna leave a bit of a mark."
"I don't want it to."
"Well, now it doesn't have to. We can go through it. Slowly. Together. And maybe..."
"If you suggest therapy, I might make you sleep on the couch." You said bluntly, blinking at him.
He snickered, both hands coming to brush hair out of your face. "Okay, no therapy. For now, will you let me help you?"
You stayed quiet, hesitant, looking off to the side as you slightly rocked side to side, taking a moment to think about it. Leon waited, hands gently kneading against your shoulders and moving to soothe along the nape of your neck.
"It will take time, and patience, and so much love," he paused, tilting your face to look back at him. "But I've grown to be an expert at all of those times when it promises more life with you."
"Buttering me up won't change my answer, dummy." You giggled at his sweet, cheesy reassurance, only to lean forward and fall into the familiar comfort of his chest.
You both let the living room fill with silence—easy, comfortable, loving silence. By the time you made up your mind, the question had been almost forgotten, but you still wished to make it clear to him. When he was ready to head to bed for the night, you followed behind him to the bathroom to get ready for bed with him. Brushing your teeth, you spit out the foamy toothpaste, only to wipe your lips and turn to him.
"If you swear on everything you've ever loved that your patience won't wear thin and whatever you find out about me and my needs or my bad habits won't scare you away—"
"I swear on my life. On your life. On my entire bloodline—past, present, and future—and everything I have and will ever love." He said bluntly, his swear interrupting your conditions. You blinked.
"I didn't even finish."
"It doesn't matter. I'll swear on whatever you want if it means you'll let me in." He leaned forward to gently kiss your forehead, only for you to push him away before he could make contact.
"Toothpaste on your mouth." You reminded him, only to make him laugh and lean over the sink to spit. He rinsed his mouth out and dried his lips, only for you to grasp his chin gently. His beard, long overdue for a trim, scraped and scratched along your fingers and palm as you used your finger to apply vaseline to his chapped lips. He never used any kind of skin care on missions, given he usually wasn't able to. So now it was your chance to give his lips life and moisture again.
"Can I please kiss you now?" He waited patiently, rubbing his lips together as you applied some of the vaseline to your own lips before you leaned up and accepted a kiss finally. Without a warning, Leon grabbed you by the hips and hoisted you onto the bathroom counter, making you squeak as he stood between your legs.
"What are you—"
"Hush." He murmured, kissing you softly, eyes fluttering closed as you both relaxed. There was no rush or hunger, just a fondness alongside the love that never diminished with time. "I love you." He whispered softly, gently nipping at your lower lip before he let go and looked at you.
"I love you." You murmured back, rubbing your lips together, mixing the vaseline and lingering saliva from the kiss.
"So... your father wasn't a steady presence for you?" He asked.
"Not even close." You shook your head, leaning into him to hide your face. "He'd leave for weeks at a time. Sometimes, he'd tell us he loved us and that he'd be home soon, but other times, he would..." you trailed off, brows furrowing as you brought your hands to clutch at Leon's shirt.
"Right here, honey." He reminded gently, soothing over your upper arms.
"Other times, he'd leave after one of his fits." You finished, exhaling slowly as you closed your eyes.
"Fits?"
"Fits of anger. Frustration. Anything he could use as an excuse. If I wasn't caught up on chores or homework, he was angry. If I was too slow or if I needed help, he was annoyed and frustrated." You explained quietly, head shifting to stare at the wall behind Leon. Two towels hung up—one dark, navy blue, and the other a softer orange color. Next to those towels were also two robes—his robe matched his navy blue towel, but yours was a dark red color unlike your orange towel. The simplicity of that sight made your shoulders ease.
"I'm sorry." He murmured, hands coming to rub up and down your back. "You didn't deserve any of that. You never have."
"Wait until you hear what he did during those fits." You snorted, finding humor in how he already felt bad for you and your past.
"Hon," he pulled back with a frown. "not funny."
"Kinda is." You looked off to the side, lips pursing to stifle a giggle. It wasn't actually funny, but in order for you to cope with the resurfacing of everything, you had to laugh.
"God, you're insufferable." He rolled his eyes and lifted you into his arms to carry you into the bedroom to find a comfortable spot in your shared bed. Again, another sight of simple domesticity—your jackets hung up behind the bedroom door. Your small vanity littered with his cologne and deodorant and his brush and that dumb electric razor that he rarely used, his products mixed sweetly with your makeup and skincare and routine stuff. You curled tighter into him, and he returned the squeeze.
"Promise me you won't leave." You whispered, voice shaky.
"Pinky promise." He mused, leaning back to curl around you. "I've got you. Forever and always. In this life and the next." He hummed. "No matter how bad your daddy issues are." He joked.
You smacked his arm. "Too soon, jackass."
Leon laughed, watching you roll your eyes with an undeniable faint smile. "Alright, no more daddy issue jokes. Let's go to bed. I'm exhausted and I missed sleeping in a warm bed." He muttered.
"Will you go get the big comforter from the couch? And my special pillow?" You asked quietly, listening to him exhale lazily.
"Yes, I'll go grab it from your makeshift nest." He teased. "The flat pillow, right?"
"Mhmm." You nodded. He untangled himself from your grasp, kissing your cheek as he departed. You shuffled closer to the middle of the bed, pushing onto your knees so you could open the window that sat behind the headboard of the bed frame. It always got too hot without the window open because Leon was basically a human heater. You still questioned whether or not he had a fever sometimes, but he never did. That man had the immune system of the Gods.
He came back, comforter looped around one arm, your special pillow tucked under the other. You situated and sat upright, waiting for him to lay the items down. He switched the regular pillow for yours, fixing the pillow case and gesturing for you to get comfy. He laid down the comforter and then crawled in with you, exhaling heavily with relief.
"All set?" He asked quietly, reaching behind him to turn off the bedside lamp.
"Mhmm." You nodded, following his body and curling into his touch. He turned the lamp off and shifted closer to you, arms engulfing you in a warm, secure embrace.
"Mmh, goodnight."
"Goodnight."
"I love you so much." He added quietly. Due to your exhaustion, you simply tapped his shoulder blade three times to say it back without having to put in extra energy.
Oh my god, I'm so sorry I've been so dry and dead lately 😭 I don't even know how to explain this one, but I'm coming back!!! I have 1 and a half requests done, and I swear I'll post them either tonight or tomorrow. I still have 2 requests afterward, but they'll be done ASAP. So sorry for the wait!!!!😞
hey girl, love your work !! this is lowkey my first req, a lil nervous lol. so i was thinking about re4r leon and reader being fwb and reader comes into leon’s apartment and finds him already drinking despite them talking about it previously, so they get a bit upset and gets the idea to take the alcohol from his hands, take a swig, and kiss him while he gets all whiny and flushed. i know vendetta leon would totally fit this better but i feel as if leon starts drinking a lot more after spain?? dunno, but ty for reading !! 🥨
a/n; OHOHOOOOO—you're so right about this. While Vendetta!Leon works better because we SEE him drinking and falling apart, I do think that with Leon being put through SO much in re4 alone, and things piling up for him, it definitely just pooled over and became too much. Poor thing. also, I don't know how far you wanted this to go, but im hoping this was good? it feels kinda not good on my part, but I hope it's okay!! As usual, criticism is always welcome!
sum; after trying so hard to talk him out of his growing alcohol consumption, you find him a few rounds deep, and in order to stop it—at least for the night—you've gotta do something, right? right..
content; friends with benefits, alcohol consumption, leon is drunk, subby!leon, leon is highkey pathetic again, grinding/dry humping, just a really heated make-out sess, some spit stuff
wc; 1.6k
Being so close with Leon for so many years, you two had keys to each other's apartments. Leon had given his extra key after knowing you for only a year, and in return, you gave him yours, wanting him to know that he was trusted just as much as he trusted you. It was great. You two had a lot of unplanned and uninvited nights at each other's apartments—more often, it was yours, but that's besides the point.
Well, it wasn't as good in cases like this. You two had been so busy lately that you hadn't been able to talk much besides a couple of short phone calls and some quick texts between work and errands. Tonight, you finally had time, so you wanted to surprise Leon by coming over with dinner and dessert, but your plans were crushed when you found him slouched into the corner of his couch, some unlabeled bottle set between his thighs as his eyes were glued to his TV, which was barely audible.
"Leon." You frowned, catching his attention. He inhaled sharply, sitting upright and swallowing thickly.
"I didn't know—" He gave a small hiccup. "—you were coming over?"
"I wanted to surprise you because I know you've been stressed with paperwork and reports and dealing with your boss lately.." you mumbled, setting the bag of food down along with a bowl of cookies and brownies that you baked for him.
"Oh, that's sweet." He murmured, leaning back against the couch.
"Yeah, but now you're drunk, so there's nothing I can do because you reek of alcohol and you get whiney and moody when you drink. We've talked about this, Leon. I can't be around you when you get like this." You frowned again, deeper this time. He shifted, sniffling faintly as he reached to turn the TV off.
"Just come sit. 'S not like 'm gonna bite you." He grumbled, pulling himself deeper into the corner of the couch.
"No, Leon. You know I hate when you drink. It's not a matter of what you do or say. It's a matter of your health and stability, and you not coming to me when you need support. You know I'm right here, always within your reach, even if I'm miles away."
"God, y're loud." He whined, head falling back as he closed his eyes. You snatched the bottle from his lap, exhaling sharply.
"I'm throwing this out." You said, watching his eyes snap open. He tried to get up and snatch it back, but he made himself dizzy, so he stumbled back into the couch, groaning.
"Don't throw it out. It's good stuff! Just lemme finish that bottle, please?" He reached out, grabbing vaguely at the bottle.
You stared between him and the bottle, silence stretching on within the space of the living room. It grew tense, Leon giving a vague groan as he let his head fall back and his eyes close lazily. You wanted to get him to stop, at least for now, so you needed a quick decision. You sniffed the liquid in the bottle, sighing heavily through your nose before you took a thick swallow of the beer, taking a final sip and letting it sit in your mouth before you stepped forward and straddled his lap. He lifted his head, groaning questioningly like an old dog before he choked on a gasp as your lips met his and you spit the liquid into his mouth. He squeaked lightly, only for the sound to melt into a low mewl, his hands coming to unsteadily grab at your thighs as you deepened the kiss. He swallowed the liquid, only to sputter and pull away with a whine.
"You didn't want to waste it, right?" You scolded lightly.
"No.." He murmured, looking up at you like a sad dog, cheeks flushed and eyes slightly glossed over.
"Good. So shut up and be happy that I didn't waste it." You grumbled, moving to stand so you could go and toss the bottle into his recycling box. He grabbed your hand, pulling you back into his lap.
"Don't go." He mumbled, pulling you in tight so he could push his face into your chest, whining faintly.
"Jesus," you exhaled, leaning back slightly, only for him to tug tighter. Before you went to tease about him being a clingy drunk, you felt him shuffle his hips, and at first, you didn't think much of it, until he jolted slightly at the way the seam of his pants lightly pulled against his boner. You blinked.
"'M sorryyy..." he whined, nails digging into your clothing as his brows furrowed.
"Did you really pop a boner because I kissed you and spit in your mouth?" You asked, pulling back and making him look up at you, his chin pressed between your breasts.
"It was really hot." He admitted quietly, tugging his lower lip between his teeth as he squirmed under your gaze and the underlying fear of judgment.
"Fuck, you're so nasty." You mumbled, only to push him back into the couch and meet for another kiss, eliciting a low whine from his chest, his body basically melting at your mercy, eyes rolling and fluttering shut.
"Please," he pawed at your sides, lightly gasping for air between deep kisses as he felt your right hand go around his neck, squeezing with just the threat. It made him whimper into your mouth, hips jolting as he curled into your touch.
"You're drunk." You panted lightly as you retracted, looking at his flushed state—cheeks warm, eyes glassy, hair askew and definitely unbrushed, sweat already forming and making his bangs stick to his forehead.
"Only on you 'cause you're so... so pretty." He grinned, drunken and smitten in a way that drove you insane.
"You do realize I shouldn't reward you, right?"
"Oh, please, please, don't punish me." He pleaded softly, hands lazily and messily coming to cup your cheeks and pull you in, his brows furrowing.
"Why shouldn't I?"
"Because I.. uhm.." he trailed off, watching your face morph into that typical 'I told you so' look. He groaned. "I just.. 'm sorry, okay? You've been so busy, and I.. it just happened." He whined, hands shaking faintly as he looked away. You leaned in and kissed his temple, cupping his opposite cheek.
"I don't do drunken punishments. You're safe for the night." You whispered, feeling him relax as your hand soothed it's way down, finding the buttons of his shirt to undo them and slip your hands over his smooth, bare chest. He purred at the sensation, head falling back.
"Y're so sweet to me, angel." He murmured.
"Yeah?" You cooed, a small snicker leaving your lips at his drunken comments and compliments.
"Yeah. So sweet, and so pretty, and so.. so.." he trailed off as he felt your hands trail downward, his breath hitching. Much to his disappointment, you didn't dive into his pants, nor did you even undo his belt. He whined, but still moved to shift and buck his hips against your bottom.
"Lee, you know we can't go too far because you're drunk." You reminded quietly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. He mused at the feeling, leaning into the feeling.
"I know.." he murmured, head falling to bury into your neck. "Y'smell so nice." He purred, nose nudging against the spot below your ear where you'd always dab perfume after a shower in the mornings. "'S just so nice to be so close.." he added quietly.
You moved to tilt his head back further, meeting for a kiss. He moaned quietly as he felt your lips meet, combining sweetly with the slow roll of your hips against his persistent erection. He shuddered, hands clutching at your shirt as he pulled your upper body impossibly closer.
"God, y're so mean."
"I thought I was 'so sweet' to you." You teased, kissing down his jawline and halting momentarily to lightly snuggle against him.
"But I want you so bad." He breathed.
"I know you do." You cooed, kissing back up to his lips. He melted further into the cushiony and soft couch, returning the kiss in a much sloppier fashion, lapping blindly into the kiss as he brought his hands to your front, trying to roam and grab where he pleased. He whined when you held his hands down on your hips, but the kissing continued, messy and hardly coordinated on his part, but enjoyable nonetheless. Leon groaned faintly when you began to move your hips again, fingers digging into the fabric of your pants.
"Oh, fuck," he whimpered, voice pitchy and shaky as he bucked up against you, desperately humping and seeking stimulation.
"I think we should stop." You eased up, kissing softer and more chaste against his lips before you pulled back, hands resting on his chest.
"Fuck." His head fell back, eyes fluttering. "'M sorry," he breathed.
"It's okay." You laughed. "I started it without using my better judgment. As soon as you're sobered up and not hung over, we can do whatever you'd like. Only if you're behaving, that is."
"Mmh, promise I'll behave." He curled in closer to you. That was one thing about drunk Leon—his needs and moods changed in the blink of an eye.
Just a minute ago, he was humping and whining and asking for more, and now he was already on the move to cuddle up and lay down, his boner completely forgotten about or ignored. You laughed a little, slowly standing up and taking his hands.
"Come on, the couch isn't big enough for us. And you need to change." You explained, helping him up. He leaned into you and purred happily at the feeling of you accepting his hug.
The idea of Leon dropping to his knees and begging for forgiveness…. 🤤 hands on the readers hips but his hands are so big that he’s basically holding your whole waist. He’s got puppy dog eyes and he’s pouting and pushing his cheek against your stomach as he’s looking up at you like a damn dog.
Sorry if this is too much it’s just I have thoughts and I think you’d share them 😭
a/n; oh, I will ALWAAAAYS share the thoughts 🤤 sorry this took me so long to get around to answering! I don't know if this was intended as a request or not, but im using it to get me back in the groove + just to write some DI!Leon because it's been a long while since I've visited Leon's DI era
sum; leon needs to fix his bad habits, and when he comes home late again to find his fiancé waiting angrily, he knows he needs to make it up to her.
content; oral (f!receiving), fingering, leon is highkey pathetic in this, leon gets off on giving head, implied smaller reader, size kink-ish, leon doesn't get a reward, reader gets a tiny bit mean? but the context makes it understandable, it gets softer toward the end don't worry (I need a happy ending im sorry, guys!!!😞)
wc; 2.3k
Leon had a bad habit of working late, but it's only gotten worse. Having been injured, he took a week off, and since then, he's been absolutely swamped. It was like he was being punished for needing to heal. It made you scoff. That week of healing was almost four months ago. Four months! You were tired of waiting up for him after you'd already been working all day yourself.
Tonight was the final straw. He'd promised tonight that he'd be home in time for dinner, at the very, very least. You made his favorite dish, and waited. And waited. And by the time the clock was striking midnight, you angrily stomped off to the bathroom to shower and do your nighttime routine. Twenty minutes later, you were getting brushing your hair when you heard the front door click open, like he was trying desperately not to alert you. You pulled your robe over your silky night gown, crossing your arms as you trudged out and meeting him in the hallway. He tensed as he felt your eyes burning into his back as he was hanging up his jacket.
"You promised." You said, tone dripping with disappointment and betrayal.
"I-i know—"
"I know, honey, it won't happen again." You mocked, brows furrowing as he turned around.
"Please." He breathed, brows knitting together as he frowned, rough features dripping with guilt and shame.
"Please, what? Forgive you? Let you make it up to me? Don't be mad? You had soooo much work and deadlines." You mocked his endless excuses, voice becoming tight.
He fell quiet, approaching with light, cautious steps. When you didn't stop him, he found his way to stand in front of you, hands hesitating as they hovered near your hips.
"I know you're pissed, and I don't have any excuses or—or anything to say because it.. it is my fault. I've promised and been unable to keep the promises. Just... please, for real this time, let me make it up to you."
"And how are you going to do that? By promising me you'll be home on time? Promising you'll finish your work and get caught up and fix your schedule? Sure, go ahead, feed me more lies, I'm still hungry because I haven't fucking had dinner because someone didn't come home on time and I'm tired of eating alone!" You snapped, words coming out between gritted teeth.
In a flurry of quick desperation, Leon dropped to his knees, hands finally closing to your hips to keep you from walking away. "I'm so, so fucking sorry." He whispered, pressing his forehead to the space just below your breasts, mumbling incoherent and desperate apologies and pleas for you to 'please, god, don't leave', and 'I love you so goddamn much'.
You stared down at him, arms still crossing over your chest. "You'd better have a damn good solution to this, or you'll be on the couch until you can fix your shit, or until you push me over the edge."
"I know it's not a solution, but will you let me try to make you feel better? Please, I promise I'll fix it. But for now, will you let me..? I promise I can make you feel so much better." He trailed off, looking up at you as his hands practically engulfed your waist as they slid higher, shaking slightly like he was afraid you'd push him away. His eyes were glassy, brows knitted with guilt, lips quivering faintly as he eagerly awaited your response.
"If you waste time, or move the wrong way, you're sleeping on the couch for breaking another promise." You said, arms finally uncrossing so you could lay on hand on the back of his head, tugging back slightly so he would hiss, eyes squeezing shut.
"Please. Please, just let me show you how fucking sorry I am. You can do whatever you want. I'll do whatever you want." He breathed, pressing his cheek to your belly as he pulled you in tighter. His knees began to ache from the position, but he dared not to interrupt or move.
"Figure it out yourself since you wanna be by yourself so damn bad."
"I don't!" He insisted, hands gripping tighter over your robe. "I hate every second of it. You know that. You know I don't—"
"The more you waste time talking, the more annoyed I get. You're just digging yourself a deeper hole with your repetition." You exhaled through your nose, a small grumble lingering under the sharp exhale.
"Sorry." He whispered, much less insistent and desperate, just a little unsure and hesitant. It was clear, even through your aggravation, that Leon felt like he shouldn't even be touching you. He was just relishing the fact that you weren't shoving him away and making him sleep on the couch, because he definitely deserved it.
With a slight shake to his hands, he moved them to meet in the middle to untie the string of your robe, his fingers slipping under almost immediately so he could feel the silk of your sleepwear, the feeling making him whine a little. He looked up at you, only to find you idly messing with your nails, like you had been in the process of fixing them and were interrupted. The lack of response only made him move further. His hands slipped lower, and without more than a glance up at you, he slipped his warm, rough palms beneath the night gown, finding your waist and bunching up the fabric just above your navel. He had to bite back a dramatic cry when he saw your lack of underwear. Nothing—not even a damn thong.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled, one hand slipping down your middle and moving down gently to brush his thumb along your folds, pushing them apart so he could press gently against your clit. He knew he messed up because you weren't even turned on by yourself—normally, you were already excited and ready, but because you were pissed off and he wasn't helping, your body hadn't caught the memo yet. Your system was still mad rather than angrily aroused.
He didn't even get a response with the gentle pressure, so he continued with a steady pressure, simply hoping you'd give some sort of response. He leaned in to kiss softly at the top of your hip, kissing toward the center below your navel, finding his way down with his lips so he could replace his thumb with his mouth. He licked a slow, pointed stripe between your folds, flicking the wet muscle against your clit before he latched onto the little nub gently. He looked up at you, and luckily, you'd stopped with your faux distraction, but you still didn't offer even a twitch of your lips.
He used excess spit to coat his index finger, slipping it downward to gently prod at your entrance, hoping to further coax arousal and response. The most he got was a small clench of your core as he slipped a finger into you, followed by an idle hum. He could feel your body's response, so he eased into his efforts, slowly pushing and pulling his finger, tongue and lips working with ease against your clit. Eventually, his middle finger joined, and he heard you inhale tightly. He looked up again, pathetically pleased by the faint quiver in your lips.
He continued to work you with his fingers, now curling the thick digits so he could press into that spongy spot inside of you. He felt your stance falter, so he took his other hand to lift your thigh to his shoulder. You fell back against the wall, grumbling faintly as you grabbed onto him by the hair. He lifted your other thigh and let your weight completely fall into him. You might be mad, but fuck was it sexy when he held you so goddamn easily, especially in such a complicated position.
He pulled his fingers out, licked them clean, and grabbed onto your thighs firmly. Now that your body was caught up and you were properly soaked, he could easily use his mouth alone. With his mouth, he lapped at your folds slowly, tongue flicking and prodding at your clit before he dove downward, tongue dipping past your entrance only to delve deeper once he heard your breath hitch. Leon watched you closely, huffing heavily as he curled his fingers tighter against the flesh of your thighs. You thanked God that he had a big nose because the bridge of his nose rubbed against your clit perfectly as he tilted his head and lapped and prodded back and forth with his tongue, occasional whines and sounds of desperation leaving his lips.
He had to pull away for a moment, panting heavily as he swallowed thickly as looked up at you, mouth opening to speak. "Don't you dare ruin it, Leon." You spat, voice rough with need as you tightened your grip on his hair, earning a choked whine.
"Yes, ma'am." He breathed, brows furrowing as he took one more big breath of recovery and dove back in, eyes closed as he focused all his energy on you and your incoming orgasm. You mewled, and he moaned at the sound. Finally, some kind of reassuring response. He could've cum just from that, but without your permission right now, he risked being put in the dog house for only God knows how long.
His precise and desperate motions of his tongue and mouth pushed you to finally give in, thighs shaking slightly as you panted and breathed out soft moans. He sped up messily, hips bucking mindlessly in time with his tongue. You pulled him firmly against your pussy, and he looked up at you with those glassy baby blues. Your head fell back, chest rising and falling, and he whined at the sight. He took his tongue out and tracked it back up to your clit, lips latching onto your sensitive bundle of nerves.
He took one hand from your thighs and let it find its way back to your center, three fingers slipping in easily thanks to the previous prep and your arousal combined nicely with his spit and drool. You shifted to wrap your legs properly around his head, thighs damn near acting like ear muffs as he suckled harshly at your clit and curled his fingers with every drag and push. You let out a whimper, gasping slightly as you felt a particularly perfect suck, making you jolt slightly.
"Please," he sounded like he was crying. He wasn't, but he could've been. "Fuck, please, give it to me." He heavily, lapping and flicking his tongue against your clit.
"Shut—mmh!—shut up and keep your m-mouth busy." You panted. There was less anger, more need in your tone.
"Mhmm," he hummed, whining slightly before he picked up the pace of his fingers, pumping back and forth roughly with his fingertips pushing ruthlessly against your g-spot every time his fingers retracted.
Without a warning, you felt your orgasm build up rapidly with his newfound roughness. He had hoped to do it softer, but given the circumstances and your responses, he did what he knew you liked more. Rough sucks, mean thrusts of his fingers, and desperate sounds slipping from his pathetic mouth. You pulled at his hair and bucked your hips, back arching with a pitchy mewl, lips parting as you gushed around his fingers. He worked you through most of it before he pulled his fingers out and spread your pussy open for him, tongue lapping hungrily at your sopping folds and twitchy walls.
Once you began to go limp and push his head away, he pulled back and carefully let your legs down, easing your shakes with his hands as he stayed on his knees. He let you recover and come to your senses as he adjusted your night gown and tied your robe, careful not to make it too tight. He looked up at you, chin pressing to your sternum as he waited patiently.
"I'm still mad at you." You finally spoke, but your hand left his hair and came to cup his cheek, letting his head turn to kiss your palm.
"I know." He murmured.
"But you're damn lucky I'm a forgiving lover."
"I'm so lucky. And so, so stupid." He wrapped his arms around you and held tight, eyes closing as he leveled out his breathing. "Just give me some time, okay? I.. I'll see if I can weasel my way into less of a workload. And maybe a couple of days off every week or two? Does that sound good?"
"Only if you do it and don't leave me with empty promises for another four months."
"I'm sorry, I know I've kept you waiting, and I've been so dumb, and so inconsiderate."
You gently tugged his arms, and he rose to his feet, standing tall in front of you. "Keep me waiting longer than a couple of weeks and I'll be staying with a friend until you're steady again. Got it?"
"Yes. Yes, I got it. I know."
"I can't keep sitting here like an unloved and forgotten wife."
"Wife." He mused softly, remembering so quickly that you had yet to be officially, legally married. He tugged you in tight, inhaling deeply. "I'm not gonna fuck up again. Not when I'm so close to being able to say that I'm your husband."
"Good, because I'd hate to say that I'm someone else's wife in the future." You murmured, tone softer and sounding almost scared at the thought.
"Not on my watch." He squeezed, only to pick you up and carry you down the hall. "I've kept you waiting enough. Let's get to bed." He murmured.
"Let's. You tire me out."
"Glad I still have that effect on my lady." He grinned, all too proud.
