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It’s been years since Leon drank whiskey or bourbon to soothe his sorrows, thanks to you, his wife. But after returning to Racoon City, Leon has had a difficult time going back to normalcy. One night, at dinner, he proposes the two of you drink and have some fun at home if only to get his mind off things. You accept his invitation, knowing his relationship with alcohol isn’t what it used to be, but what you don’t know is the night is about to get filthy.
❥Labels & Warnings: 18+
Explicit sexual content, Smut, Female reader, Resident Evil 9 Leon, Post Resident Evil 9, Husband Leon S. Kennedy, Wife Reader, Established relationship, Long term relationship, Dominant Leon S. Kennedy, Loving Leon S. Kennedy, Reader-insert, Vaginal sex, Rough sex, Drunk sex, Doggy style, Missionary, Cunnilingus, Female oral sex, Squirting (once), Multiple orgasms, Dirty talk, Drunk dirty talk, Use of daddy (twice), Pet names, Use of princess, Creampie, Age gap not implied but it's up to you.
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Credit to @/andyacklesspn for the Leon picture (gif) !!
After returning home from the horrors of his past in Racoon City and nearly dying from Elpis, Leon was a wreck. To say he had it rough after it was all said and done would be a gross understatement. Despite it all, when he did come home to you, his wife, he had a smile on his face. Though, you could see the tinge of hurt in his eyes, the hurt that comes and goes with time, the hurt that breaks your heart.
It takes him a while to decompress from an arduous assignment, but this one was different.
Memories of the past came rushing back while he was in Racoon City, though, those memories crippled him when he came home. He was finally in his safe place, his haven at home with you, and he could finally deal with the emotional turmoil he’s sure Grace and Emily went through as well.
Thankfully, he's been getting better, just at a pace he doesn’t like. Leon wants to break from the familiar mental fog and enjoy his life, right away. He wants to be present with you, at all times.
So when the topic of having a drink came up at tonight’s dinner, Leon took it as a sign to let loose. It’s been months since he had a sip of beer, let alone even looked at the liquor that’s probably drying up in a cabinet somewhere in the kitchen. He only reserves liquor for special occasions like holidays and birthdays, and the odd beer for get-togethers. The two of you have an agreement, you would keep him in line if need be (Leon never needed to be kept in line, not for over a decade now) but you wouldn’t suffocate him. He had a complicated relationship with alcohol in the past, but he was never an alcoholic. You didn’t want to breathe down his neck and nag him if he ever wanted to have a buzz. Still, Leon chooses not to drown his sorrows in whiskey or bourbon like he used to when the two of you first got together. He can deal with his emotions and trauma through healthy means with you by his side, teaching him that it’s okay to go through the feelings and not push them away.
“Don’t mind having that drink now,” he said.
Your ears perked up and your fork paused its twirl in the pasta he made.
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Wanna have some fun with my wife.”
You trusted him, and he trusted himself, so why not indulge yourselves in a little alcohol to take the edge off?
The plan was to enjoy some bourbon on the couch with a movie going, but that didn’t pan out. Not when you’re both currently a couple of glasses in, not when he’s out of his mind drunk and so are you.
Particles of clothing speckle the living room floor that lead to the bedroom where the two of you are in the throes of feral pleasure. While on all fours, you're pleasantly drunk with a death-grip anchored to your hips that belong to your husband. He’s in his so-called “sweet spot”, the one where he’s not completely wasted, but definitely not sober. When he’s in this state, he’s completely insatiable. He’s a clingy, loving, greedy, filthy, and unhinged Leon. He isn’t just drunk off the bourbon; he’s drunk off your scent, drunk off the contortions of your face, drunk off your body’s curves, drunk off the heat of your pussy. The sex is so animalistic that it makes you forget trying to look pretty for him, makes you forget how to act, makes you forget anything that isn’t Leon and his thick cock.
“Been a while since I fucked this pussy with bourbon in my system,” he grunts, shoving your ass back onto him as he strokes his way into you.
He’s right, it’s been a long time since the two of you had drunken sex. In the past, it was a little more common that the two of you would drink and end up on the kitchen table or against a wall. It’s always a wild time when you’re drunk with him as the alcohol in your system heightens your senses.
Leon’s hair is messy yet somewhat intact; you’d think he’s some video game character given how perfect he always looks. Grunting with each drive of his slamming hips, he’s like an animal crazed and obsessed with its prey, messy and eager to devour. You’re entirely at his mercy, and you’re thankful he chose the bed this time, because your knees would crumble if he were fucking you like this on the floor. The rough handling on your body makes you drip on his driving cock, his balls slapping your clit as you teeter on the edge of release. The sheets beneath your knees slip as he manhandles your hips to his liking, pulling and pushing your body like a starved fiend.
“Fuck, baby,” he sighs under his breath, lifting a hand and striking your ass on the meatiest part, making you squeal. “Sound so pretty, so fuckin’ depraved.”
Pale blues follow the line of your back up to your pretty little head. Torso curving over your back, he maintains his right hand on your hip and reaches around to your mouth with his left. His ring and middle finger trace your lips with reverence; how he missed them when he was in Racoon City. You moan with the immediate parting of your lips in search of his fingers. His fingers push in, caressing your tongue. Deeper and deeper his fingers fill your mouth up, the silver of his wedding band smoothing over your tastebuds. Groaning, he slows his thrusts as he gets lost in the feel of your inviting mouth.
“Slobberin’ on my fingers like you’re suckin’ my cock,” he breathes before pressing your tongue down and making you gag on his fingers.
Taking his fingers in deep, your eyes roll back as the fat end of his cock keeps teasing the sweet spot he knows so well. In your daze, you wish it was possible to have him in your mouth at the same time. The silly thought disappears when the rough pads of his fingers glide across the breadth of your tongue, mimicking the drag of his cock. The slow stretch of your walls is enough to make you cum, but the alcohol in your bloodstream hangs onto the feeling and stays there.
With a grunt, Leon takes his fingers out from your mouth and returns both hands to your hips. Sucking in air through his teeth, he leers at the curvature of your body. His blown-out blues trace the curve of your back, following down to your arching lower back and ass. Leon shifts his hands to your ass, grabbing handfuls of fat. His jaw hangs open and his bangs shake against his cheekbones as his gaze drops to your expanded opening. Leon’s cock twitches inside you and he pushes on the fat of your ass upward, spreading you open. The elastic ring of skin around your entrance tightly grips him, his thick shaft glistening under the low light of the bedroom as your pussy paints him with glossy fluid. Fists full of flesh, he groans with every insertion; he would watch this filth forever if he could.
Mesmerized by you, Leon reluctantly withdraws from your pussy only to see your empty hole pathetically clench on nothing. A deep grunt rumbles in his chest, his lips closed, and his jaw tight as he lays his heavy cock over your folds. His size encompasses your pussy, covering the entirety of it from his view. Leon’s hips pull back enough to let the tip of his cock graze your entrance before it brushes past, teasing you. Biting his lips between his teeth, he starts grinding the back of his cock against your pussy, and you whine, pushing back with your folds splitting around him.
“Desperate little pussy,” he mumbles to himself, spanking you harshly.
A hopeless gasp shoots out of your mouth, the burn on your ass blooming into pleasant warmth.
“Put it back in, sweetheart,” he rasps from behind, making you feel every inch of him against your slit.
Dropping his arms to his sides, he allows you to take control. You feel his cock jerk forward, waiting quite impatiently for you.
You reach behind you with a whimper, but Leon smacks his tongue. “You know better than to use your hands.”
Huffing, you rest on your forearms and elbows, fastening the sheets in your hands. Biting your bottom lip, you shift forward to let his cock hang parallel to your pussy before moving back to catch his tip. The fat end of him slips on your slick, missing your entrance entirely with his balls smacking into your clit. You try again, but quickly fail as the alcohol in your bloodstream renders you uncoordinated.
“Mmh, Leon,” you mumble, looking back at him.
You wave your ass in ways that make him wanna just ravage you and get on with it, but he’s enjoying your struggle.
“Aw, baby. Is your pussy too wet?” Leon mocks, the question all too encompassing for your brain to comprehend right now.
You offer him a needy whine, eyebrows knitting together in frustration.
“C’mon, baby, you can do it,” he encourages you, cocking his head to the side and looking right into your glossy eyes.
Fuck, you look beautifully trashed, he thinks.
The alcohol is doing a number on your tousled hair and fucked-out expression. You’re completely disregarding how you look to him, but to Leon, this is when you’re at your most divine state; he loves when you let go completely.
“Look at me, baby,” Leon demands, voice gruff and low enough to vibrate through your pussy.
With your eyelids low enough to cover half of your irises, you gaze at him with smoldering eyes. Your lips part, and you focus on Leon’s handsome face. The age his skin wears is exquisite, the wrinkles telling the story of his life in an intricate design that decorates the slight bronze of his rugged skin. This herculean man, your husband, has you on all fours, both of you drunk and out of your minds.
“That’s it, sweetheart, keep those pretty eyes on me.”
Maintaining eye contact, you move forward, feeling his tip prod your entrance, and in one confident push you finally ease yourself on his cock. Your jaw hangs open with a loud, erotic moan, Leon’s groan a backdrop to the vile tone of your cry. Even after many years of being husband and wife, it still surprises you how big he is. Your ass meets his veined abdomen before you pull back and commence a hungry pace. Each new entry brings you a high that you never get tired of, your tongue dripping with lust in pleasant whines. The wet glide of his wide shaft fuels the scorching flames within you to keep going, regardless of how breathless you are. You just want to keep seeing Leon’s handsome face as you fuck yourself on him.
“Mmm, Leon,” you purr, eyes dead set on him. “You’re so big.”
Leon scowls down at you, his hands making tight fists at his sides. “Yeah?”
Eagerly nodding, you begin bouncing on him. “So fucking big,” you moan, eyebrows knitting as his relentless girth splits you in half.
You’re mouthy when you’re drunk, and it only gets Leon’s blood pumping since he’s usually the one with the dirty mouth, alcohol or not, though it does exacerbate his tendency to dirty talk.
“Too big for you, huh?” He provokes, eyes snapping to the up and down shake of your ass.
Your hips stutter from his words, but you quickly pick up the pace as confidence shoots up your spine. Like a woman possessed, you fuck him how he fucks you when he’s drunk. You sink to the base of his cock with each arduous thrust, sloppy wet squelches emitting from the connection of your bodies. The fat of your ass ripples from the harsh recoil of meeting his pelvis, the view consuming Leon’s attention.
“Bounce your ass just like that, princess,” he grunts, words breaking from the thump of your ass hitting him.
Working him in circles, you move like you’re in heat, your chest warm from the alcohol and his praises. The curve of your ass hypnotizes him with its erotic movements, twirling and undulating.
“Ah, shit,” he huffs under his breath, nearly at the brink of cumming while watching you go at it.
With a flutter of his lashes, Leon glances back at your face, your glossy eyes ever focused on him. Seeing you just absolutely absorbed in watching him watch you maddens him. Quickly licking the drool that threatens to drip from his bottom lip, he grabs your ass as he’s been itching to do so. Leon stills your hips with a manhandling grasp before pulling out completely and penetrating you again. His thick head burrows through your pulsing walls, making way for even thicker flesh. Your eyes roll back behind your closing eyes, your head dropping as he fucks you with swift claps resounding throughout the bedroom.
“Hey, eyes on me,” he orders softly, noticing you’re starting to lose it.
Whining, you lift your head and peek at him from behind your shoulder once more, watching his bangs sway with his rough plunges.
“Wanna see that pretty face when I make you cum.”
Leon’s fingers leave indents on your ass, digging into you deliciously. With every thrust, he’s in deep, bullying your cervix in ways that have your toes curling and back bowing. He’s thorough with you, savagely slipping through the tightness of your pussy with such speed and force he’s already rousing a hard orgasm out of you.
“Leon, wait,” you mutter, feeling an immense amount of pressure in your core.
Leon ignores you knowing you don’t really mean wait even though he’s drunk; the two of you established multiple safe words earlier just in case it’s hard to remember in your stupor.
“Wait for what, baby? How can I wait when your pussy’s so fuckin’ perfect,” he grunts with a sharpness in his husky voice.
“Ha, fuck,” you say through short pants, unable to breathe properly as his thrusts take your breath away. “Stooo—” Your voice lilts out into a high-pitched whine, drawing out your word as your pussy constricts his driving cock.
You don’t want him to stop, but it’s hard to control what’s coming out of your mouth when your body is tensing up to such a degree of pleasure that it’s shocking you. You fall onto your chest as your body seizes, crying into the sheets as you cling to them.
“Baby,” Leon hurriedly calls out, feeling how much you’re convulsing on his cock.
Liquid trickles out of you in between the jerks of your hips, leaking down the length of his cock and balls. Your lower body twitches with the powerful waves of pleasure washing over you like a stormy ocean, drowning you in bliss. Sharp eyes catch the fluid dripping out of you, Leon’s cock flexing inside your rippling walls at the obscene sight.
“Fuuck, squirted all over my cock, huh?”
Rolling his hips to a halt, he unsheathes himself and shuffles off the bed, his balance wobbly the second his feet hit the floor. By your hips, Leon drags you to the edge of the bed with your shins half off the mattress. He ducks down, face to face with a delectable view of your ass and pussy. Whistling at the masterpiece your body created, he plants his hands on your ass and sprawls you out like a book. Leon’s scowl worsens, the wrinkles between his eyebrows deepening as he takes in the wetness of your folds.
“Made a fuckin’ mess all over yourself, baby,” he booms through the air, mouth salivating at the droplets that cascade down your inner thighs.
The mere sight of your pussy in front of him bewitches him; Leon could eat you out all night long if it were up to him. You feel his bangs graze your ass before his hot tongue licks a fat stripe up your inner thigh, his taste buds collecting the essence that escaped you. His tongue doesn’t let up, instead, he drags it all the way up to your groin before meeting your pussy. Dripping down your folds, his tongue cleanses the viscous fluid from your folds while getting you all messy again. Squealing out his name from overstimulation, you involuntarily swirl your hips against his face. While his stubble scratches your ass, he groans at the feeling of your pussy squishing against his mouth, chin, and nose. Him eating you out from behind gives your entrance extra love, with the tip of his tongue catching your clit at the start of each new lick.
“Mmph,” he grunts against your pussy, slurping your juices like a mad man.
The tip of his tongue swipes across your bud from side to side, the top of his lip squishing against your entrance. With an iron grip on your hips and ass, his silver wedding band digs into your skin, creating a beloved mark of your nuptials.
“Please,” you hiccup, trying to crawl away from the overwhelming pleasure as he eats you out like it’s his last meal.
You’re still sensitive from your orgasm, and another is quickly building in your belly. The sheets below you soak up your tears, catching your moans as you crumple the fabric in tight fists. Humming, his cock twitches in midair as he begins to feel you pulsating on his tongue.
“You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he mumbles into your pussy, wet lips slipping across your folds.
Leon backs away with a filthy string of slick following his bottom lip.
“Prettiest fuckin’ pussy,” he groans while thumbing open the sides of your pussy, pulling apart your outer and inner labia.
Leon buries his face into your pussy, sloppily making out with the flesh of your entrance. His hot breath seeps into you as his cruel tongue and lips knead your pussy. His cruel tongue dips lower, relentlessly flicking your poor clit. The pleasure at your clit fractures through your limbs, shooting intense bolts of electricity through your nerves. His heavy shaft bobs in the air as a new bead of precum oozes from the tip, drooling on the floor before the translucent thread breaks. He shudders against your glossy folds, feeding off your pleasure as if he were the one receiving. Leon urgently pushes your pussy into his mouth, doubling his efforts. Only able to utter pleas of delight, you mindlessly bring your fist up to your lips, biting and drooling on the sheets.
“Gonna cum, baby?” Leon asks you with a voice so deep it goes right to your pussy.
You respond with a high pitched whine, your ass lifting further up and making his nose go deeper into your folds.
“Well, aren’t you greedy, cummin’ on my cock and now my tongue,” Leon teases you before latching his lips onto your clit and sucking.
Your neglected hole flexes as the beginnings of a built up orgasm licks the very edges of your reality. His lips are persistent, sucking your clit and letting go to flick at it before sucking again, this time harder, and you choke on your breath with your body freezing. Pure ecstasy smashes into you like a ton of bricks, rendering you mute before you cry out with a wanton moan. Leon all but moans against your pussy as he feels you cumming on his tongue, his insatiable mouth drinking in the honey that graciously spills out. He drags his tongue up to your entrance and closes his lips around your labia, gently sucking before letting go. Standing straight, he affectionately caresses the meat of your ass.
“Pussy tastes so good,” he praises wholeheartedly, a goofy smile spreading across his lustrous lips.
You huff out harsh breaths, collapsing on your side with your legs bent as you peer up at him through heavy eyelids. Leon reaches out for a short glass of bourbon on the bedside table, the muscles wrapping around his torso and arms flexing as he does so. With his middle and thumb holding the glass, his heavy lidded stare burns you through the gap between his fingers and the rim of the glass while he takes a swig.
“Better than that bourbon?” You joke, voice breathless as you try to catch it.
“Tch,” Leon gives you a breathy laugh, offering you the rest of the bitter liquid. “There’s no comparison, sweetheart,” he says and gives you a confident smile that is far too sexy for your sensitive state.
You down the rest of the bourbon, the burn in your throat waking you up from the afterglow of your orgasm. Leon bends at the hip and handles your jaw with his thumb and the rest of his fingers behind your neck, capturing your lips. Bourbon dances on your hungry tongues, mixing with saliva that threatens to spill from the corners of your lips as a rush of warmth encapsulates you both. The new alcohol content hitting your bloodstream impedes both of your movements in the most careless of ways.
Leon’s expert hands maneuver you onto your back, taking your ankles and pulling you down the sea of sheets until your ass is at the edge of the bed. The muscles encasing his body are formidable; he could easily hurt you if he wasn’t so careful. Gulping down the dryness in your throat, your stare leads down to his hanging cock, the poor thing flushed in color and dripping with precum. He puts his weight onto his fists beside your waist, looming over you with his height. Scorching blues scan over your body like they’re surveying the expanse of your skin, indecent thoughts running through his pretty head. Meeting your eyes, he looks gorgeously crazed as he gazes down at you, bangs curtaining around his face. Those lips of his are swollen and wet with your slick that’s smeared across his chin and the tip of his nose. He’s almost glaring down at you, and you know you’re about to be ruined.
Grabbing a pillow with one hand, he lifts your hips with his other and tucks the pillow beneath your hips. Your lower half is raised with your calves to the back of your thighs, your pussy unfurled for his dimmed blues. Running his hands down your shins, he rubs your ankles, eyes fluttering from your eyes to your pussy. He’s silent, caressing your shins as he appreciates the color and shape of your pussy with a tilt of his head. Switching his grasp to your inner thighs, his hands settle on your groin, thumbs sliding down the sides of your outer labia. He greedily opens you up again, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he looks back up at you. Holding the thick base of his cock, he rubs the underside of it against your clit, running it down to your entrance. You give him a single gasp when the head of him enters you with the rest of the shaft filling you to the brim. Leon sighs, shifting his hips back before pushing forward and initiating a devastatingly deep tempo.
No words can describe the feeling of the wet glide of his thick cock sliding into you, no words can describe the rush of a high blistering through your chest. While thrusting into you, his torso curls over you. Leon frames your head like a halo with an arm, resting on it while his other frames your outer thigh, his large hand splaying on your ass. Hissing through his teeth, he quickens the pace, feeling the remnant aftershocks of your orgasm in your walls. He was nearly on the verge of ejaculating from eating you out earlier, but now it’s even harder to stave off an early climax. His bangs cover his face as he lowers his head, nuzzling into your neck. His stubble etches your skin, soft lips soothing the sharp sting with saccharine kisses and sneaky licks. Angling his hips differently, he smashes right into your sweet spot. Gasping before crying out a lustful moan, you clamp down on him.
“You like that, baby?” He whispers, breath puffing against the crest of your ear. “Like that daddy’s cock is fucking you nice and deep?”
It’s not often Leon uses such a word as it’s only reserved for when he gets really nasty. He’s a respectful gentleman, the type to keep you on the inner side of the sidewalk, the type to treat you like a princess, the type to kiss your forehead while pounding you into the bed. The man has his perversions and kinks, and he never knew daddy could be one of them until one night when you blurted it out. Leon teased you about it for days until he used it on you. It’s perverse in the most vile way, but somehow, when it’s the two of you alone doing the most depraved things, it’s the cherry on top to a very filthy session. Only you could make him feel safe enough to share his darkest desires.
“Love it,” you choke out, running a hand through his hair and gripping it at the root and pressing your lips to his hot ear. “Love when you fuck me like this, daddy.”
Leon’s hips stutter as he groans from your handling of his hair, his nails digging into your ass as he wildly fucks you into the bed. The rug under his feet keeps sliding away with his rapid movements, and he violently kicks it away to gain leverage on the hard wood.
“Fuuck, so filthy for me,” he grunts, kissing your ear.
“Know you like it,” your words slur into one quick blurb, wanting to match the same energy as Leon but the way his cock is beating your sweet spot makes it difficult to sound coherent.
“Love it,” Leon copies you, a smug grin evident in the lilt of his voice.
He licks at your neck before latching onto your skin with a generous suck, loud and vivid in your ear. Leon focuses on all the noises you make, little whimpers and loud moans that give him all that he needs to keep fucking you.
“Fuckin’ drunk off daddy’s dick aren’t you?” His vulgar words spit out like fire against the trunk of your neck.
Licking up to your jaw, he lines the frame of it before backing away to look at your pretty face.
“Yes,” you desperately mewl, letting go of his hair in favor of his back, lined with perfect muscles that tense under your fingertips.
You won’t last long if he’s going to keep saying stuff like that, but you love it when Leon frees himself of his morals for pleasure. With your hand still gripping his hair, you glance down at his rocking body from the top view of your thighs. His hard abs crash into the back of your thighs, his firm pecs between your knees. Wrapping his hands around your ankles, he spreads your legs out more and his ever searching eyes hone in on the connection between your bodies. Sliding in and out, his girth spears you open in the lewdest of ways. With your swollen clit crowning the top of his lengthy cock, your labia stretches around him, massaging him as he penetrates you deeply. Then, he looks at you, and your walls tighten upon seeing his handsome face leering down at you like he’s furiously aroused, scowl etched in his sharp features. With his bangs swaying across his cheeks, he chuckles, making your walls even tighter.
“You’re so fuckin’ cute when you do that,” he simpers.
“Do what?”
“Gettin’ all flustered when I look at you. Jus’ like you did when I first met you, ‘cept this time you’re wrapped ‘round my cock.”
He leans over you, smoothing his hands up your stomach and bouncing breasts, stopping to give them a rapacious squeeze. Roughened thumbs trace the pebbling skin of your nipples, teasing the peaks before his hands continue their slithering ascent. Molding to your shoulders, his skilled hands massage the muscles there. Your jaw is hanging open, hair frazzled and spinning patterns upon your cheeks. Breasts bouncing with every deep plunge of his cock, your arching body is a feast for his famished eyes.
Leon pauses inside you and shifts his weight on the bed, kneeling while snaking his arms under your back and shifting you further up the bed so he can fully mount you. His incandescent body coils around you like a heated blanket, and you hold his warmth against you with your arms around his ribs and hands pawing at the deep line in the middle of his back. He imprisons you, surrounding you with only his gorgeous face and broad shoulders that expand to the peripherals of your blurry vision.
“You’re so beautiful, my perfect wife.”
Leon rests his forehead on yours, nose scrunching like it does when he’s in pain.
“Fuckin’ love you,” he declares, voice raw and rugged as if he’d been screaming.
“Love y— mmm.”
He cuts your response short as he starts drilling into you. You’re not sure when a new thrust starts or ends as your walls are always full of him. With the new angle his body is at, he’s somehow able to reach the deeper depths of your body, stroking an eye-watering spot that has you utterly stunned.
“Leon, oh my god,” you pathetically whine, unable to speak properly now that he’s stealing the air from your lungs.
“Can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Your heart soars with adoration and amusement; Leon never fails to get even more sappy and rambly when he’s drunk.
“Can’t believe I get to fuck you like this, baby,” he breathes across your lips, kissing you hard, lips, tongue, and teeth crashing into you.
“Been dreamin’ ‘bout this the moment I set eyes on you.”
Leon’s fragrant words melt upon your lips, mixing the sentiment of his declaration like a love potion.
“Still dream ‘bout you, your perfect face, perfect body,” he utters almost obsessively, facial hair burning your face as it grazes you perfectly.
Your breathing stutters in his mouth and he groans wholeheartedly, lips and tongue paused but attached to your own lips as he pants in your mouth. His fingers under your back spread further, holding your ribs as he fucks you like a beast in heat. Your walls are constantly throbbing around the veins and silky skin of his hard cock, and your eyes are lost in the blues that are beguiling boring holes into you.
“Mm, baby,” he breathes, bourbon potent on his tongue. “So fuckin’ close.”
You whine, brows winding upward in a pitiful yet beautiful expression.
“Love it when you shake like this,” he says, holding you flush to his jerking body. “Love it when you cum on my cock, when your pussy chokes me.”
Your nails dig into the muscles of his back, grating down his skin as your eyes roll back. A loud groan escapes Leon’s gaped mouth, transferring its passionate sentiment into the gap of your lips. He kisses your parted lips, open-mouthed and urgent as you cling and quiver on his cock. Other worldly pleasure courses through you with illuminating colors, splitting you into a million pieces with sparks behind your lids.
“Fuck, yes, baby,” he growls, nose scrunching as he snarls feeling your pussy milk him.
Tears run down your temples as you moan in his mouth, exchanging voices as Leon, too, climaxes with you. The head of his cock swells, engorged with a rush of blood. His thrusts clap violently before they halt as he grinds into you, pulling out only to slam back into you for another greedy thrust while he ejaculates into you. Copious amounts of his seed slathers your walls and womb, complementing the nectar your body produced. Your walls cling to his jerking cock as it flexes violently inside you. Goosebumps riddle his heated body, speckling his warm skin as your hearts race with ecstacy.
Eventually, your fingers ease their pressure on his back, and his grip on you lessens its harshness. Pulling his hands from beneath your back, Leon kisses you tenderly, groaning as the aftershock of his climax makes his cock twitch every so often. The remnants of your respective highs die down, leaving both of you basking in the pink afterglow of heightened pleasure.
“I can’t,” you simply state, barely audible.
Leon swallows the dryness in his throat before speaking.
“Can’t what?” His question is breathless.
“Can’t… move...”
Laughing at the dramatic tone of your weak voice, he lifts your limp hand and kisses the palm of it.
“There’s no need to, princess. Stay right where you are.”
That’s the last thing you hear, the timbre of his warm voice before you pass out.
The steady breaths against his chest are what Leon hears the moment he starts waking from a deep slumber, and then the incessant throbbing in his head. He grunts in pain, squeezing your body closer for comfort and nuzzling his face into the back of your head, hoping the scent of your hair would make him forget the pain. Leon can tell it’s late morning, and he’s at least thankful to have bought curtains that block out most of the sun’s harsh rays. He sighs, knowing nothing will help him besides getting out of bed and taking medicine. It pains him to leave your side, but he just knows you’re going to wake up in the same state as he. Reluctantly, he sits up, the sheets pooling low around his defined Adonis belt. He sighs, putting his head into his hands before finally getting up.
After opening one curtain to let in enough light to see and brushing his teeth, he puts on a pair of boxers and sweatpants before rushing downstairs to take medicine. He downs an entire glass of water before going to the coffee maker and roasting the strongest coffee, mentally taking note of what to make for breakfast.
Leon makes his way back to the bedroom,pushing the door open with his foot as his hands are preoccupied with a giant tray of food, juice, and coffee. You’re still knocked out, and he chuckles at the unconventional way you’re wrapped up in the sheets.
He sets the tray at the end of the bed before sitting next to your sleeping form. Carefully getting the hair out of your face, he pets your head.
“Sweetheart,” he calls out.
Nothing, not even a single movement from you.
“Baby, it’s time to wake up,” he says in a firmer tone.
That works, and you stir in your sleep, moaning immediately realizing how much pain you’re in. Leon helps you sit up, a large hand supporting your back. The sheet on you runs down your bare form, and he covers up your breasts for your own comfort, putting the sheet around your shoulders.
“What…”
Leon snorts at you, watching you try to open your eyes.
“Oh, god,” you lament, closing your eyes tight as the pounding in your head intensifies with the upright position that you’re in.
You can’t move, you can only focus on how your head feels like it’s swelling up with each beating throb.
“Yeah. Got you some pain killers for that,” he says, stretching an arm toward the tray and pulling it close to you.
Squinting your eyes open, you notice how delicious he looks (and the food), but pain is making it hard to really focus on his scrunched abs and sweatpants that are low enough to show a good amount of his pubic hair.
“Thanks.”
Leon opens the bottle of pills for you, taking the appropriate amount out and handing you them with a glass of water on the bedside table. Watching you down the pills and water like your life depends on it, he chuckles lightly. He remembers when hangovers weren’t so bad when he was younger, but now they’re borderline unbearable.
“Did I… Did I pass out last night?” You ask with confusion, mouth full of buttered toast with your cheeks puffing out.
“Yeah,” he responds, plucking a fresh strawberry by its leaf from the tray. “I almost did, too. But I couldn’t let us go to bed like that.”
You laugh, leaning against his shoulder. “Thank you for always taking care of me.”
Leon playfully scoffs. “What are husbands for?”
His lips spread into a warm smile and he wraps an arm around you, pulling you in close as he hears you chew.
“I should be the one thanking you, baby. Without you, my grip on alcohol wouldn’t be as good as it is today.”
“The credit goes all to you, Leon.”
Laughing, Leon squeezing the bare skin of your waist. You’re right, he can’t deny taking credit even though you helped him throughout the years.
Leon hums in thought, lying on his back with his hands behind his head. Your eyes are automatic in their pursuit for your man, seeing the muscles of his torso and arms stretch.
“I definitely needed that.”
“Especially after… what happened,” you carefully respond, nearly walking on eggshells so you don’t remind him of the nightmares he’s had involving Elpis, Grace, and Gideon.
“Mmm,” he grunts, staring up at you with the sweetest expression. “You don’t have to walk on eggshells, you know.”
Leon reaches for your arm, coaxing you to lie on his chest with a gentle pull. You happily accept the offer, melting in the welcoming warmth of his toned pecs. You sigh in happiness, nuzzling your cheek into his skin.
It seems as though he’s okay with you mentioning it more lightly now. Before, he wouldn’t particularly enjoy the mere mention of it all. Now that he’s older, he’s able to cope with difficult trauma in healthier ways.
“You’re amazing, Leon.”
The compliment catches him off-guard, and he wonders what that little head of yours was thinking about.
“I’m amazing?” He repeats, voice amused.
Lifting your head up, you look down at him.
“Mhm, incredibly amazing.”
Your smile is infectious to him, his lips growing ten miles wide.
“The very best,” you reiterate, the energy of your respective smiles feeding off one another.
Leon hums to himself, gazing up at you like you’re a divine being bestowing your gracious eyes upon him, someone who’s seen horror not many can deal with.
Gentle strokes of his hands tickle your forearms before suddenly, your back is to the bed and Leon is above you. His lips are sharp with a smug smirk, and his eyes are filled with mirth and fire. Diving into the scent of your neck, he drowns in your sweetness, his lips kissing the underside of your jaw.
“I’ll show you how amazing I can be,” he mumbles, voice lower in register as it nearly purrs.
Late morning soon turns into early afternoon when your bodies are intertwined in a mess of sheets, stomachs empty all over again.
a/n: we went off the deep end real fast. wow. what the hell did I get myself into with this.
Warnings aka menu: RE9 woodsman Leon, witch/cunning woman reader, illegal medical procedures, like 1600s-ish au, filthy raunchy sex, sorta fantasy setting, sex pollen?, mentions of abortion, rape and other sensitive themes, sex magick
Leon had a hard time forgetting how soft the skin of your thighs was. Again. A whole month of attempts to rid himself of the memory was ruined in one night.
Well, less than a full night. You never stayed long after you were both done. He hated it. This whole time, he had not once gotten to hold you close after, or take care of you beforehand the way he wanted.
If he closed his eyes, he could taste you on his tongue. Or the way he imagined how you tasted, rather. He had never even gotten close to burying his face where he ached to be the most: between your legs, tongue pushing up into you, as he lapped up all you could give him, unable to let go until you were a whimpering, writhing mess on whatever surface he had laid you down on.
You deserved it. And so much more. So why didn't you let him do it? Why did you keep him at arm's length?
He would be lying if he said his ego wasn't bruised. Why weren't you curious what his mouth could do? It was his favourite way of giving pleasure, a skill he liked to think he had truly mastered over the years.
Was it the stubble? He ran his hand over the side of his cheek and chin, feeling the sharp scratch of the coarse hair and flinched. How could he be so stupid? Of course you didn’t want that anywhere near your delicate skin. That wet, inviting, all-consuming, intoxicating—
“I re-tempered the steel edge, but you need to be more careful with your tools, Leon.” Claire had appeared out of nowhere behind the counter of her smithy, one of his hatchets in hand. “I’ve never seen anyone wear them down as fast as you. What are you cutting with those, boulders?”
Leon clicked his tongue. “Boulders are your brother’s specialty, not mine.”
She rolled her eyes. “That idiot, I swear to god.”
Said idiot swaggered into the shop, grabbing his sister’s shoulders, squeezing them a little harder than necessary, shaking her like they were ten and twelve years old still. “Careful, that’s blasphemy.” He flicked her braid. “You already got the auburn hair, I wouldn't push it if I were you. And you’re unmarried.”
Claire leaned back—out of Chris’ reach. “That’s why I live with you and Jill.”
“For survival?” Chris feigned shock. “I thought you loved me.”
“I do, but in a I would die for you but if I have to listen to the way you eat pickled cucumber one more time, I will kill you with my bare hands kind of way.”
Leon snorted. Watching the Redfield siblings argue made him realise how lonely he was, how he had nobody to protect. He had tried in the past, only to soon realise that he couldn't protect anybody. No matter how hard he tried.
“It’s getting worse, you know,” Claire whispered, leaning over the counter. “The wet-nurse was arrested this morning, because one of the newborns died in her care. They say she fed them spoiled milk.”
“How would she feed them spoiled milk? She's nursing them. The milk is inside her the whole time,” Chris asked, brows furrowed. Claire nodded slowly.
“Witchcraft.”
Leon stared at her, but he didn't see her. All he saw was you. And how that strange man had been looking for you this morning—the one person dabbling in lesser known practices under the clandestine cover of the forest. He needed to make sure you were safe. That Grace, that young trembling girl he had dropped off on your doorstep, was safe, He hadn’t seen her come back out of the woods yet. She must have stayed the night at your cottage.
“You’re thinking about her aren’t you?” Claire murmured.
Leon’s brows shot up, as if he was surprised at her words. “Who?”
Both Claire and her brother let out a disgruntled groan.
“The one who plays you like a fiddle? Has been for years?” Chris mumbled, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Even though there's a line of desirable women eager to get into your bed anytime you so much as step into the tavern?”
“Most of them have been in his bed, but they would give their right hand to make the trip a second time,” Claire added, pursing her lips.
Leon opened his mouth to deny the accusation, but a movement in the corner of his eye distracted him.
Someone in a dark red cloak slipped past the smithy and his body answered to yours like a man possessed following the call of his master.
Chris pinched the bridge of his nose, watching Leon drop everything and run after you.
He caught up to you in the alleyway next to the smithy, where nobody could see. He grabbed your waist and pushed you against the brick wall.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, arm propped up next to your head, breath fanning over your face, making you dizzy.
That god damned full moon.
“I need fabric to make a new dress, don’t I?” you purred, parting the edges of your cloak just enough for bare skin to shine through.
Leon swallowed, nostrils flaring. “You could come pick up the ones you always leave behind, you know. I have a whole trunk full of them.”
“No,” you breathed, lifting your face close enough to him that if he wanted to, he could brush his lips up against yours.
Leon’s other hand flexed against your shoulder, adjusting his grip.
“You can’t come here. It’s far too dangerous.”
“What are you? My guardian?” you scoffed, wiggling loose from his grip, accidentally rubbing yourself up against his firm body.
You bit back an airy moan, squeezing your eyes shut. That god forsaken full moon. And that horrible decision to pick him all those years ago, because he was close, convenient and easy on the eye. You couldn’t handle it anymore. It was too much.
Leon’s head fell forward, his cheek resting against yours, as his chest heaved. That hellish stubble too. Stroking the smooth plain of your neck, moving down to your cleavage, as your neck exposed itself to him on its own and one of his hands found your breast, giving it a tentative squeeze.
Fuck. His calloused hands cupping your full tits, sent shivers down your spine. The fact that the fever hadn’t set in as you had lowered yourself into the lake last night had brought chaos over your entire body. Because it told you, you weren’t done yet.
“Stop,” you whimpered, but your hips pushed up to meet his, your brows knitting together as you rubbed your bare centre over his thigh, guided by something that was so much stronger than both of you. This was never what you intended. This wasn’t what you had planned at all. He was supposed to be a means to an end.
Leon pried himself loose and pushed you back against the cool brick hard enough that the breath was knocked out of your lungs.
Breathing heavily, you tried to clear your head. The fever was the problem. For some reason it was late this time around.
“Someone’s looking for you,” Leon panted, rubbing his eyes, trying to find back into the reality of feeling you up in an alleyway in the bustling town centre on market day. “Some kind of scholar, he had a book in his saddle bag.”
Your blood ran cold and you slithered out from underneath Leon’s body like a wet snake. There was only one book people carried in their saddle bags these days. Only one book they needed easy access to n case the situation presented itself. “Thanks for letting me know,” you whispered, pulling your cloak tighter around you and hurrying down the alley, rounding the next corner.
Leon leaned forward, resting his forehead against the wall. Every single full moon he got to that point. Where he felt like he needed you like air, inhaling you at every moment or he would simply drop dead. A shell of himself, his entire world tethered to one centerpoint: you.
His flat palm hit the brick wall and he grimaced, taking deep breaths, willing his erection to go down too. He was wet at the tip, ready to come within a few strokes like a young boy.
This wasn’t healthy, he knew that. But if the people that had arrested the wetnurse ever got a hold of you, you would be burned at the stake without a doubt. He could never let that happen.
Grace was pacing up and down your cottage, wringing her hands.
“Thank you for helping me,” she whispered.
You wiped your sweat drenched forehead with the back of your hand. Finally. Everything was running its course. You wanted to drop to your knees on the forest floor and let out a sob of relief.
“I assume you’ll be coming back to me more often?” you asked, trying to calm your breathing.
Grace stopped, gnawing on her lower lip, chin quivering. “I think so.”
You nodded. “Do. Whenever you need to.”
She turned around to you, a muscle in her jaw twitching. “He’s relentless.”
You squeezed your eyes shut. Too many times had you heard the exact same words from young women, some of them not even women yet, married off for strategic alliances or material gain.
“Is there any way you could–” The words tangled up around the lump in the back of her throat and she stared ahead. Through the small window that illuminated the whole inside of the cottage, watching the robin sitting in the window sill, able to spread its wings and fly off at any moment.
“Make him stop for good?” you finished the question for her. “Yeah, I could.”
“I don’t want to kill him,” she blurted out.
“No, that would draw far too much attention,” you murmured, pushing yourself up off the table, wincing at the effort it took you. This was good. It was only a matter of time before you started bleeding.
“But we can kill parts of him,” you said, flicking through the small vials filled with herbs in the wooden cabinet. Also made by a certain woodsman. Many years ago. Surely he remembered that one. You certainly did, even though you wanted to forget.
Your fingers grazed one particular vial, the herb inside the colour of coal now that it had dried completely.
“It’s going to cost you though,” you whispered, looking at Grace over your shoulder.
“Anything, I would pay anything to make him stop,” she pressed, hugging herself.
You pressed your lips together, forming a thin line, popping the lid off the vial and carefully emptying half of its contents into an even smaller glass vial.
“You don’t need much. A small pinch of this into his drink. Whatever he likes to drink, wine, tea, doesn’t matter. Once daily.” You held out the vial to her but before she could close her fingers around it, you pulled it back against your chest. “Once. Any more than that can be poisonous. So make sure you keep track and concentrate when you use it.”
Grace nodded eagerly and you handed her the vial. She turned it over in her hands, examining the herb inside.
“What will it do exactly?” Her pale blue eyes met yours. “I want to know what to expect.”
You shrugged. “It’ll make him soft. He won’t be able to get you pregnant again.”
Grace’s shoulders relaxed and her face became soft, girlish almost and your brows twitched. How old was she? She looked so young. Younger now that her face had surrendered to the relief of not having to subject her body and soul to a revolting husband any longer.
She reached into her pockets, pulling out an entire leather purse full of coin. “Here.”
You took the purse from her. It was heavy, filled to the brim. “If you run out, you come back for more,” you stated, voice flat.
Grace’s eyes welled with tears and she nodded, grabbing your shoulder. “Thank you.”
“And if you feel unwell, have any abnormal bleeding or don’t get your next menses, you also come back immediately,you hear? Promise me.”
“I promise,” she mumbled and you pulled her in for a hug. You didn’t do that often, but something about Grace made you abandon your hardened nature. It made you feel maternal, almost.
A jolt of pain racked through you and you winced softly. Grace’s face contorted in sorrow, but you shrugged her off.
“It’s nothing.” You felt the fever come on more strongly now. It was time to get yourself into the lake, to wash it all off. To make your offering.
“I’ll drop you off at the woodsman’s house. Will you able to find your way from there?” you asked and Grace nodded.
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Notes: had this in drafts for months and I've hated it but figured id still post. finally oops. badly proofread so probs lots of errors:/ around 6.8k words sorry
Warnings: reader and leon get a little freaky but it backfires! vomit, mentions of gore and death, concussion, panic and some hurt/comfort
divider by @/kodaswrld
Irritation and disappointment surged through your veins, desperately but failing horribly at trying to keep your anger beneath the surface. You felt like a balloon ready to pop.
If you were paying attention, you would’ve felt bad for brushing off Leon, ignoring the way he touched you—hands roaming over your arms, your fingers, the line of your back— helplessly trying to get you to return the gesture. The quiet grumbles and whines that fell from his lips went in one ear and out the other, too focused on the multitude of things happening in front of you.
You’d already rolled your eyes at Jack's expression when he saw how freely you let Leon touch you, a look that screamed of ‘you’re really letting him touch you like that?’ mixed with some sort of envy. You couldn’t find the energy to care anymore, lazily answering with a murmured, “body heat thing.”
The tension between you and Jack grew as the clock ticked. Whatever energy that had shifted, solely on his part, had been spurring him to make quick one off handed comments here and there. You just about had it with the way he talked about Leon, almost regretting your decision to pair up. Not having any idea why this random stranger felt so entitled to you, you rapidly shut down any weird advances he made, reinforced by Leon’s deep rumbling.
In addition to his snarky comments, the universe was showing just how much it truly loved you. Standing in the middle of the largest lab you’d ever seen, dead zombie guts splayed on the floor, chairs strewn and knocked over, Leon’s hands still obsessively touching you, and now Jack's grating voice in your ear, you wanted to scream. There was no cure.
Well, if there was- it wasn’t here. You’d managed to log onto the computer, the password conveniently being written on a sticky note that was stuck to the top frame. If it was right, the cure- or the basis for the cure- should’ve been in the small metal fridge. It wasn’t.
You shined the flashlight everywhere, eyes scanning through all the notes, searching the lab for any other documents, hints, ideas, throwing book after book at the ground when you found nothing. Your heart was pounding, ears ringing, jaw clenched. You felt like for the first time since everything, you were actually losing it.
“What’s your issue? It wouldn’t have fixed your dog,” Jack spat, almost as if he was amused watching you hastily search through documents and fail, while he stood there uselessly. Your eye twitched, a small sarcastic smile forming on your face.
You exhaled, carefully choosing the words you wanted to sourly spit back. “Do you think I’m fucking dumb, Jack?” At the aggressive edge of your tone, Leon’s hands finally stilled, settling on keeping one splayed on the curve of your waist. He wasn’t growling, but his head had turned directly towards Jack, white gaze pointedly staring. Observing. Waiting. Like if you decided to say the word, Leon wouldn’t hesitate. Like a good guard dog.
The faux pleasing tone came next. “I think you’d agree that a cure would be in your best interest too, right, Jack? Or do you want to live the rest of your life with zombies? I don’t think you’d have much time left, honestly, walking around with a fucking pipe,” you bitterly replied, unclenching your hands that had subconsciously formed into fists.
Jack scoffed, arms crossing over his chest before he smirked, ignoring Leon’s burning look. “What’s got you so stressed, baby? Puppy can’t please you?”
Leon’s fingers curled into your waist, but instead of wincing away, you grounded yourself in the feeling letting it anchor you. Focus on his touch, focus on his touch.
He didn’t growl, didn’t make a noise, just stared directly at Jack. Leon was always freezing cold to the touch. Now it felt like there was a heat radiating off of him, like a burning anger that was flaring up inside, hand hot on your skin. You could feel the pounding of your pulse throb in your head, the silence thick in the room as you let his words hang.
Jack’s smugness slowly drained from him, awkwardness replacing his prior bold composure as he became clearly uncomfortable by your lack of response. His fingers rhythmically tapped against his arm, eyes now looking around the room instead of just at you.
Usually you weren’t so rash, so petty, but the combination of a random man who clearly wanted something from you mixed with no fucking hope of a cure mixed with this entire zombie apocalypse had you at your wits end. Plus, the fact that the man you were in love with- or falling in love with— was now a loving zombie. Fuck. Everything felt hopeless.
You had been so kind, wanting the best for the three of you, wanting- no hoping- that Jack successfully found what he was looking for so you could feel some semblance of optimism. So that you could feel like maybe good things could come out of something horrible. You thought of Leon.
With a quiet but long breath, you ultimately chose to ignore Jack's attempt at riling you up, instead opting to turn yourself around in Leon’s arms, hand still planted firmly on your waist. Leon had never seen you like this, only having been exposed to your sweet, concerned behavior, but he could tell by the look on your face, the edge to your tone, that something was wrong.
And it was all because of Jack. That he knew.
Slithering your hands around Leon’s toned waist, you planted your chin on his chest looking directly up at him, eyes wide and lips jutted in the smallest of pouts.
Finally, Leon tore his gaze from Jack, white irises now focused solely on you. Your movement was bold, for you at least, but you tried to fight back the blush that warmed your face, tried to keep your behavior confident.
Jack's comment bothered you more than you revealed, baffled at the idea that Jack almost thought Leon was some sort of competition. There was never a competition, and there would never be one.
Leon, zombie or not, would win time and time again. He could’ve been an actual zombie that ripped away at you, and you still would’ve picked him over that.
But the fact still remained. Jack himself, had the audacity to believe he was in some sort of contest that he had made up in his own head, against Leon. You wanted to scoff at the thought.
Leon’s free hand raised to cup your cheek, fingers delicately dancing across your skin that had recently been decorated with scratches and dust. He looked at you like you were everything. Your hands rubbed at his back, feeling the hardness beneath his uniform.
He leaned down, gifting you a slight nose kiss that made your eyes automatically crinkle and lips curve upward, before moving on towards your neck. Truthfully you had been almost mortified the first time he licked you, blushing profusely like a school girl getting her first kiss, thinking of how you’d explain that to Jack if he saw. Now, you wanted him to see. Wanted to get it through his thick skull that there was no place for him here.
You felt prideful that Leon seemed to be able to read your mind, knew exactly what you meant. Or maybe if he didn’t, that on his own volition he too wanted to show Jack where his place was. You didn’t have to say or ask for anything, and it made your heart skip a beat. He was quiet, silent in his victory. Jack already knew where he stood and hated it.
At the first contact of his tongue against your neck, you couldn’t hold back the sigh that released from you. Your eyes fluttered shut letting Leon do as he pleased, hand still cupping your cheek as you leaned into his warmth. Unlike last time, which felt rushed and eager, Leon took his time, tongue gently lapping at your pulse.
Your breathing picked up, still quiet yet heavier, too focused on his breath hot on your neck. He wasn’t planting kisses, but you could feel his lips touch the spots he licked, tenderly mouthing along the side of your neck. He moved lower, trailing his tongue further, tonguing your flushed skin. The hand that cupped your cheek dropped as he switched hands, gently tugging at your hair to expose the untouched side of your neck.
Little pants escaped you, eyes glazed over and set on Leon. He leaned back in, but harsher this time. You could hear the wetness of his tongue, the saliva that dripped from his mouth as he made a mess, the vulgar noise sending heat to your face.
Your eyes snapped open remembering that there was an unwanted guest in the room. You hadn’t thought that the both of you would’ve gotten so… intense. Leon quietly whined as you gently pushed him back just enough so that you could turn around to face Jack again.
He stood, eyes wide and mouth open like a trout. Frozen in place, eyes locked in on the both of you like a car accident he couldn’t look away from. You didn’t tell Leon to stop when you felt his lips continue their work on your neck from behind, fingers finding their rightful place on your waist.
A small fake laugh escaped from your lips, eyes jokingly rolling and smile decorating your face as you did your best to put on a put together friendly voice. You gently shook your head. “Body heat thing, ammirite?”
It was comical in a sense how rattled Jack looked, absolutely blind sided from the act you just pulled. You had to bite your lip to keep yourself from laughing right in his face.
Leon pulled back, a string of saliva following and stretching from his slightly parted jaw to the side of your neck. He didn’t pay attention to Jack, eyes narrowed in on the little wet patches that decorated your skin. Jack remained silent, but the look on his face screamed everything.
“So, there’s no cure or anything I guess. I’m not sure what you’re planning but I think we’re ready to get out of here and split,” you spoke, breaking the silence first. It was funny how fast your anger seemed to disappear after the little stunt.
But clearly, it only heightened jacks. He stood, silent. Watching. Movements small but not unnoticed by you.
His grip on the pipe tightened and for a split second you thought he might swing. He knew you were out of bullets now. You tensed, trying to calculate just how fast you might be able to dodge him, trying to plan what you could do to take him down.
You quietly sighed in relief when you heard him huff in fake amusement, figuring he’d take the verbal way out. Leon wouldn’t let you get hurt, but there was no doubt that Jack would be able to get a handful of hits in, and you’d be damned if Leon was the only one to receive them.
A small ‘tch’ noise sounded from the man, and you could hear the heaviness of his breath growing louder and louder. Your intention was to make it clear that Jack didn’t even come as a second thought to you, motive fueled by what you thought was some twisted idea of ownership that he had developed for you in the span of your short time together. It still seemed beyond incomprehensible that a random stranger could feel angry at your display of affection, even if it was for the purpose of eliciting a reaction.
A reaction he had no reason to rightfully feel.
“You know,” and he scoffed your name like he was hurling an insult at you. “I saved your life. Your little zombie boyfriend was nowhere to be found when you had your little freak out in that morgue room back there. I could’ve stood there, watched them eat away at you- let you die.”
You slightly tilted your head, eyebrows furrowing as you tried to understand the point of what he was saying. Leon had wandered off, he hadn't led you into that room that you got yourself into and ditched you. There was no blame to hold over him.
“I think you’d find it wise to show me some respect. Next time I just might let you get bit- if your boyfriend doesn’t do it first.” He took a large step forward.
A low growl rumbled from right behind you, Leon’s fingers curling into you.
With your patience wearing thin all over again, your jaw slightly gaped open as you internally cursed at how dramatic the man was. A fucking zombie apocalypse and there’s drama about this? You rolled your eyes, trying to gather yourself before you lost it and said something stupid.
You’re out of bullets.
Leon’s possessive and defensive growls were background noise, your hand coming to rub at your forehead and pinch the bridge of your nose as you processed a response. This was all so absurd.
“Alright Jack, I think we’ve done enough together now. There’s no cure for anything here, so there’s no point for me to keep exploring this shit hole. Thanks for your help, good luck now,” you deadpanned, exhaling and prying Leon’s fingers from your waist to move on.
The lab was huge, but you were positive you’d torn through every shred of paper, any file you could get your hands on. The computer was a lost cause in and of itself. You needed to get the fuck out of here. There was no time for this petty bullshit and you’d already entertained it enough, already participated.
“Seriously?? You’re going to just walk off with him again? There’s no cure- just leave him!” Jack sneered, tone sharp and full of anger. He threw his free hand up, gesturing to Leon like he was some sort of freak show. Well.
“Okay Jack, we’re just gonna go now, alright?” You spoke slow and calmly now, voice almost sweet but entirely apprehensive. As each second passed his behavior grew more and more aggressive. This was not someone you wanted to argue with anymore.
Slowly you stepped back, light and gentle as if you didn’t want him to notice. You didn’t. Your hand closed around Leon’s taking him with you. He silently growled, but let you move him.
The man threw his head back and laughed, a big belly hearty noise that echoed off the labs walls and surrounded you. You froze, heart racing not from anger and frustration this time, but from a newfound fear. You thought zombies would be your biggest issue, but you weren’t sure if that was true anymore.
Your grip on Leon tightened, unsure of what to do as you frantically tried to think of how to get out of this. Jack was a coordinated living man who could react, who could gauge things, not a zombie that only wanted to eat your guts. He’d be harder to dodge, especially if he started swinging.
Leon stared at Jack, his feet planted in place right next to you. You didn’t know what he was thinking this time, mind too panicked on how you’d possibly get out of this. Neither of you could do much if you got smashed in the head.
You didn’t say anything, chest rising and falling, palms starting to become damp. You thought your hands were begging to shake. You waited for what felt like forever, for jack to show his cards first.
He rested a hand on his stomach, dramatically sighing as if he was recovering from a hard laugh with an old friend. “God, this is just perfect for you isn’t it? I fell for your trap right? Make me jealous, lead me on… and then you pull that stunt?”
You had to hide the look on your face, had to stop your jaw from hitting the floor. Your breath hitched, eyes widening and for once, you felt relieved that there was no electricity to reveal just how taken aback you were. This had to be some sort of sick joke. You didn’t dare move, silently begging Leon to do the same.
There was no movement, no shift of your hand, no squeeze in Leons. you didn’t dare move an inch, horrified that Jack would be set off. You were unable to wrap your mind around his words.
“Hm? Nothing to say? Because you know I’m right?” He pushed, taking another step forward, the pipe that hung in his hand begged for your attention but you didn’t dare risk moving your eyes from him.
The room was sizable, Jack needing to cross at least 20 feet before being in proximity of the both of you and still, he felt too close.
You didn’t blink, didn’t breathe, body frozen and eyes unwavering as you stared at him, words so caught up in your throat you couldn’t find it in you to respond. Maybe it was because you were too naive, too hopeful, but you hadn’t been prepared for Jack to become a threat.
“Jack,” you tried, voice breathless and unsteady. The air in the lab had grown too thick, too sticky almost, and the way it prickled at your skin made your stomach sick, beads of sweat forming at the nape of your neck and sides of your brow. You became hyper aware of the energy in the room, the faint buzzing of the static in the too still air, Jack's heavy breaths, Leon’s complete stillness that if you weren’t holding his hand, you wouldn’t have even known he was there.
He didn’t respond, muscles flickering in his jaw from where he was visibly clenching his molars, mouth set in an ugly snarl as if you’d truly done something so offensive and vile.
“Jack. We should go,” you spoke and it took everything in you to keep your words calm and firm, putting on a facade that maybe- if you ignored how crazy he was acting, he might relax and listen. A small huff of air left him as he kissed his teeth, an exaggerated smile growing on his face. He nodded his head to himself and your grip on Leon tightened, nails more likely than not digging into his calloused palms as you prepared to yank him back with you.
“Come here,” and your name rolled of his tongue low and gravelly, his eyes glued to yours. You would’ve scoffed if it weren’t for how dire the situation was, the thought of him thinking he had the ability to call you over towards him like a dog was extremely laughable. Just not now.
You stayed put, feet glued to the floor and hand still clutching Leon’s. He hadn’t moved either, didn’t even go as far as tilt his head at Jack or flex his fingers in yours. No growling, no grumbling, just silence.
With a long and loud sigh like he was being forced to do something against his will, something he didn’t want to do, he bolted.
“Jack, no!” You screamed, eyes wide and full of panic as you realized he was genuinely about to take everything way too far. You should’ve known better than to doubt a psycho.
In the blink of an eye, Jack was rapidly crossing the room, veins bulging in his neck and forehead as his hands that were latched around the metal pipe raised it high, clear with one intent.
Your heart pounded, brain not fully processing and hitting on all cylinders as you watched his movement, the anger on his face, the whiteness of his knuckles. Everything was moving too fast now, a complete 180 from the stillness that suffocated the air just a minute ago, but now it felt as if you could feel everything, every heightened emotion, every thought, every synapse that fired off in your brain, but as his pipe raised higher in the air, it felt like it was too late for you to act.
“Oomph!”
Your body flew to the side, grunting on impact as you hit the ground, or well, as you landed in a set of arms, right at the exact moment as a loud thwip of the air sounded from above you. Right where you had been standing.
Leon, who had thrown himself into you just as Jack took a swing, hit the floor with barely a grunt, taking the fall as his thick forearms wrapped tightly around your torso, a hand protectively cupping the back of your head.
As quick as Leon was there to shield you, he was just as quick to help you stand, gentle yet hurried as he silently urged you behind him, hands rapidly running over your cheeks and arms before he turned to face Jack.
Leon was silent, white irises unshakable as they stuck to Jack, an arm behind him to make sure you were actually behind him. Everything was moving too fast now. Your chest heaved. Leon stood tall, but guarded.
Jack snickered, almost pleased as if Leon reacted exactly as he was supposed to, but you could see the anger seep under his skin, frustration revealing itself whether he expected his movements or not. It wasn’t what he wanted.
You stayed put behind Leon.
“Dumb zombie,” he spat, and took his time to lift the pipe, thinking Leon would wait for the swing to react. As soon as he raised the pipe, Leon launched himself from where he stood, arm wrapping around jacks torso and the other hand going for his wrist that held the pipe.
Gasping you ran forward, unsure of what to do but not wanting to intervene and make matters worse or harder for Leon.
Jack wasn’t particularly tall or strong or good looking, just your plain and average joe, and even if he was, you didn’t think he would hold up much fight against Leon.
It was the strangest thing, honestly, the way Leon could be so lethargic, so easy to lead or pull and just overall a little puppy, but you had seen it before in him, seen it in other zombies.
The unexplainable drive and hunger that absolutely consumes and takes over them. How once they finally dig their hands into what they want, nothing can stop them. Pure power and strength.
And while the thought usually flustered you, you were finally seeing Leon's strength come into play against a human, the horrifying fact that sent a chill down your spine. You wouldn't stand a chance against Leon. Not in the slightest.
It was the way other zombies got when they were about to dig into their next meal, and it was the way Leon got when a threat revealed itself to you. He didn’t bare his teeth at Jack, didn’t growl. Just pinned him down as if it was a mere chore.
Jack let out several grunts as he struggled and squirmed beneath Leon, hands pushing at his chest and trying to get out from under him. Leon fought back almost coolly, like Jack had been his easiest opponent yet. One hand pinned his wrist that held the pipe, fingers digging into it so harshly that he dropped it with a loud clang. His other hand maneuvered to wrap around his neck.
He didn’t try to kill him. Yet. He waited for you to say the word.
“Tell him to get the fuck off me, you bitch!” Jack spat and you would’ve laughed at how pathetic he sounded, how red in the face he got from Leon’s increasingly tighter grip.
You sped forward, kicking the pipe away from his reach.
“Are you gonna be a good puppy Jack? Or does Leon need to rip your throat out to teach you a lesson?” You seethed, anger finally seeping into you.
“Fuck- fuck you!” He choked out and you reveled in the sight as he let out noises of panic as Leon began to lean in, mouth inching closer towards his neck. “Wait- wait, stop!”
Leon’s gaze fluttered to yours for just a moment to seek your approval, but you shook your head. Leon paused.
Gaze narrowing on the sight of him squirming and panicking, you forced yourself to exhale to slow the thrumming of your pulse and the pounding in your head, to try and still the moment and make a rational decision. You didn’t want to kill him, didn’t want to hurt anybody at all. All you wanted was to get out of this place, take Leon home with you and crawl under the covers and mourn what used to be, grieve the life you might’ve had with Leon if he was still human.
The feeling of sharp stinging prickled at your eyes and a burning sensation ran up and down your throat, adrenaline a fleeting impression as Leon held Jack down, forcing everyone to still while you processed what he had just done. You held back your tears, not because some stranger betrayed you, but because you were so beyond fed up with every single thing, so beyond defeated that there was no give in anything you tried to do, and the one chance at finding someone who might have, or could have, had the same goals as you, turned on you for not showing him any affection? Want? Lust?
Leons fingers curled into jacks flesh, a bruising and unrelenting grip that was meant to hurt, meant to dig and make him value that pain over the other choice of getting the contents of his neck mauled out. Leon waited patiently, white irises now flickering between Jacks and yours, but you could see the way they lingered on you, the first sign of anger he showed as he gave the smallest of snarls. He was almost calculative, observing the signs of panic and distress in your body like he knew exactly what you were thinking and feeling. You thought he might make the decision himself.
“You were trying to hurt me, Jack.” you hated the way your voice cracked at the end, hurt and realization tasting bitter on your tongue as you let reality sink into once more. A fucking zombie apocalypse and then this? He would’ve killed you had he hit you hard enough. Would he have made sure you were dead?
He sputtered babbling words and sentences that didn’t quite make sense, hissing as Leon’s fingers pressed harder and a small rumbling began, trying to find anything that would suffice as an excuse to justify hitting you with a metal pipe that would leave you begging for death if hit hard enough in the wrong spot.
“I won’t, I-I I’m sorry, I wouldn’t- just get him off, p-please!”
Clenching your jaw, you ran your tongue over the back of your teeth as you contemplated your decision. You knew you weren’t going to have Leon gut him, so it left only one option. You sighed reluctantly, nodding your head, unable to find the words to grant his satisfaction.
Leon looked disappointed, frustrated almost at letting such a threat walk free, and more importantly, free around you. The deep grumbling in his chest revealed his unhappiness in the choice, not that he tried to hide it.
Jack exhaled in relief, throwing his head back against the dirtied rotten floor, wincing and moving to rub at the spots where Leon had gripped, splotches of dark red already beginning to form.
Leon stood, more stable and steady than ever as he stared Jack down, predicting his next movements. Head tilted and eyes sharp, he only seemed to look more murderous and threatening, and god were you glad he was on your side.
With heavy breaths, Jack finally made the attempt to stand, shakily taking a few steps back from Leon and unintentionally closer towards you, sneakers squeaking.
But he didn’t look apologetic, just angry that his plan fell through.
His nose crinkled and his breaths picked up, each heavier than the last like he was forcing each huff of air through his nostrils to come out like a bull ready to charge. He stared at Leon just as fiercely, and without a word he spun, quickly catapulting himself directly at you.
Gasping, your eyes widened and you rapidly brought your arms up to shove him back, but the force was too strong, hitting you like a defensive lineman and you had the ball. The hit sent the both of you flying, and with no one to intercept your fall and take the hit, you slammed fast and hard on the tiled floor, pain shooting through your back, and brain rattling in your skull.
You groaned, vision swarming with double and inklings of black dancing in your sight as your hands twitched. Too slow, you were too slow to move, to process, to defend yourself.
You couldn’t even react other than the little pathetic movements of your jaw that opened and shut, not even reacting when the body above you was immediately thrown off and away with far more impact than you had been hit with.
You weren’t sure how long you laid there, seconds feeling like minutes feeling like hours, no concept of time as muted growls and yells blurred into background noise, vision unclear as you zoned out. Wetness pooled at the nape of your neck.
Focus, you’re fine, you’re okay.
But the dull ache that stemmed from the back of your head slowly began to wrap around your entire skull. There were choked noises, gurgled screams and the sound of flesh tearing, of flesh being forcibly ripped apart, clashing of teeth and bone and guttural seething. None of it registered.
A pit formed in your stomach, then the room spun, and you were turning, no, you were rolling your body over as fast as you could force it, painfully puking up your guts. Tears blurred your sight from the intensity, fingers attempting to find purchase in the broken tiles.
Then there were hands on you- but the confusion and panic and pain had all blurred into one. You were too unfocused on what it was, who it was. All you could think about was the thrumming of your own pulse pounding right behind your eyes. You hurled again, lack of food causing you to spit up whatever liquid your body could muster- ah fuck, and the granola bar Leon had found you.
Definitely concussed.
You groaned, slowly and unsteadily trying to force your body onto all fours.
Move move move. You’re not safe here, not safe.
But the hands again, shaky but more firm. They traced down your spine, fingers dancing lightly against your sides, small silent breaths and whimpers panting near you. The figure moved closer and around you to directly position itself in front of you, kneeling.
You lost the strength to keep your head up, a string of saliva connecting from your mouth to the puddle of your bile on the floor and you prayed your limbs didn’t give out so that you wouldn’t have to fall face first in your own vomit.
“F-fuck,” you mumbled, slightly slurred as your lips tingled, struggling to fully move and take shape. You blinked, then blinked again harder to try and rid all stars of your vision, to make the doubling of the entire room fade.
Warm wet hands found your cheeks, touch so light you weren’t sure if they were actually on you until your chin was being gently lifted up. A sigh of relief escaped you, pressure of having to support it yourself, not even, of having it dangle, being lifted off of you.
Leon. You’re Leon in all of his horrifying glory.
He was covered, drenched, in blood. It stuck in his hair, coated the bottom half of his face, his uniform, his hands. The sheer amount dripped from his chin, and if your eyes could focus, you would have noticed the tiny chunks that decorated him too. You lazily grinned, not at the sight of blood, but at him.
“L-Leon…” you were weakened beyond belief, an injury and struggle that couldn't just be walked off this time.
The position on all fours was unhelpful, an entire pain radiating throughout your entire back with each labored breath and suddenly the floor was much much closer than before, arms losing their ability to hold you up right.
Leon whimpered, white irises scanning your face, frantically darting from your head to your lips to your body to him.
He couldn’t speak and your thoughts were so jumbled up you weren’t even quite sure what happened, but still, part of you knew, could feel the panic and worry that Leon was radiating. His hands danced around your face and your elbows were bending more and more, legs were slipping from their position and Leon closed in on you, nose rubbing yours, eye lashes tickling your skin as if it might help you, as if it might cure you.
He pulled away, exhaling in frustration and groaning loudly as he shook his head side to side. You collapsed, cheek not finding cold tile but instead muscular thighs. Black Splotches danced all around the air, blinking only to find more adorning your vision, but fuck were you so tired. a tempting drag that wanted to lull you to sleep and it felt so good to give in, to instead of blink and force them open to just give in.
A whine sounded above you, hands raked through your hair. A part of you felt bad causing Leon to worry, but his hands just felt so good, so comforting. You’d rest your eyes just for a moment. Recoup your thoughts. Just for a minute.
When you woke, you were in a different room. The wall in front of you spun and you groaned, raising your blood splattered hands to dig your palms into your eye sockets. Your head was killing you.
A noise sounded behind you, a pathetic little whine mixed with a groan and growl all in one that had you shifting and realizing the position you were in. Leon laid behind you propped against a wall, your body tucked and nestled gently in between his legs, your back comfortably resting against his chest. One strong arm was wrapped around your torso, hand splayed wide to keep you close while the other gently patted and played with strands of your hair, head perfectly positioned under his chin.
“Leon,” the words were less than a whisper, throat far too dry it felt like sandpaper, but it was enough. Enough for Leon to hear and whimper again, for him to clutch you tighter towards him and press his cheek to the top of your head as if you were a precious stuffed animal.
“I’m okay baby, I’m okay.” The statement was somewhat a lie, but the concussion wasn’t deadly, more so an added annoyance to the hell you were going through, but at this rate it seemed the universe was strongly against you. Leon groaned again, his tone sounding every bit of argumentative and final, not needing words to absolutely tell you that no you were not okay.
He nuzzled into you, arms constricting tighter and tighter but not painful. You let yourself be squished, the feeling of being held so desperately a foreign experience. But then his hand left you, momentarily, but too long for your liking.
The two of you needed to move, but for the first time, you wanted to indulge yourself in a longer period of rest trapped in the embrace of something that made your heart flutter inside of its ribcage.
You slowly turned, and like the usual surprise that would course through you when Leon would surprise you over and over again, you relished in it now more than ever, grin automatically growing on your features and eyes welling with tears.
Another granola bar and a sealed bottle of water. How the fuck did Leon find that??
You sniffled, overwhelmed with the admiration you held for Leon, shifting and turning in his hold so that your cheek rested against his chest, arms snaking around his small waist to cling to him. You let the tears fall, hiding your face into his chest, completely exhausted and completely smitten.
“T-thank you, Leon,” you cried and his fingers curled, grasping the fabric of your clothes tightly.
Minutes passed until Leon released a hand, being the ever so responsible zombie to motion towards the water and granola bar- the latter less appetizing given your earlier sickness. you sat up, chugging the liquid an almost one entire go.
Your gaze focused on Leon, face and clothes smeared with blood, but you could tell he tried- tried so hard to wipe at the gore that had stained his face and neck. the gore from jack.
If Leon could blush like a puppy being scolded, he would have, features contorting into what could only be described as shame and disappointment. his white eyes fluttered, turning his head to stare at the ground to shield how monstrous he looked. He was exactly that. A monster, a zombie. He killed someone and he didn't care. enjoyed it if anything, and if he had the ability to do so, he would have done it earlier.
A faint rumbling vibrated in his chest. He failed to protect you once. It wasn't supposed to happen again.
instead it was worse.
watching your body be pummeled by a man twice your size, your frail body slamming into the tiled floor with such force that it had your body locking up as if it was momentarily glitching, unable to process the devastating hit.
he was ashamed, fearful. He waited for you to show it. to scold him and panic and run to leave him. maybe you'd try to kill him. realize he was no different from any other zombie at all and needed to be put down.
you winced, positioning yourself to sit back on your thighs in between his broad legs as your eyes scanned his face, read the look in his eyes that caused a mixture of gratefulness and guilt to pool in the bottom of your stomach. He had saved you. saved you again.
"Leon, sweetheart," you cooed, slowly resting your palms against his now chilled cheeks, fingers brushing away the bloody strands of hair that laid against his forehead. "you saved me. again."
and like clockwork, like every time you tried to praise your devoted zombie boy, he mumbled in protest. in disagreement. you never should have been hit in the first place, never been hurt.
you wondered if he had felt scared, but thought was dismissed as soon as it formed. a stupid question. you had seen it in his eyes, in his actions, the way his hands had hovered and ran over your body in some sort of attempt to soothe both you and him. with no real solution, with nothing he could actually do, Leon was helpless.
with the way he held you while you were unconscious, you knew he wouldn't have left you alone. would have held you while you died. would he have bit you? turned you? you prayed if he did, you'd become like him. succumbing to an eternity of death with him by your side didn't seem so bad.
Shaky thumbs swiped against his cheek, under his lash line, and gently you gripped his chin to face you. You leaned in, lips pressing a soft kiss to a bloodless spot on his forehead.
"you saved me, Leon. I'm sorry for making you do that." and suddenly his hands were mirroring yours, cupping your cheeks and frantically shifting to rub his nose against yours again.
it was twisted, basking in this moment after what had happened, but you hadn't decided for things to go this way. jack did.
a small grin, your cheeks warmed. hands found his wrists to lightly back him away. you scanned the hallway you were in, eyes widening and jaw going completely slack when it clicked. Leon had found the exit, had dragged or carried you all this way.
"Holy shit leon. You did it- you found it!" you were standing before you could think, standing far too fast for the trauma your body had just been forced through and you winced, hands gripping your head and squeezing your eyes shut.
but Leon was there. Leon was always there. Already up, hands gripping your waist to steady you. You didn't know what he could feel, what he could remember. but Leon looked at you like you were everything. you didn't need words to know that.
With a shaky exhale, your hands found his, interlocking your fingers and smiling like he had hung the moon. the two of you would escape. go back to your apartment and wait whatever the fuck the two of you needed to wait out. you would figure it out.
Given I’m out of the city rn and in the mountains, I’m kinda in a low internet area and my parents refused to let me bring my laptop.
I’m gonna be writing out the requests on tablet and phone, but my tablet causes a LOT more spelling errors/mistakes!
Requests and more fics are being written. Just a little slower. Also the internet is super wonky and I have to use hotspot + mobile data all day every day to write and read on here (which means I’m no internet all night and can’t stay up till the dead of night and catch up on many fanfics).
Summer is hectic, but I’ll try to get as many fics done as soon as possible!
Thank you to the requesters. I’ll be finished with them hopefully by next week!
a/n: bros, I don't even know. The devil whispered this to me in my sleep.
Warnings aka menu: RE9 woodsman Leon, witch/cunning woman reader, illegal medical procedures, like 1600s-ish au, filthy raunchy sex, sorta fantasy setting?
The axe drove down into the log and split it clean in half. Leon pushed both sides off the chopping block and bent down to reach for another, freshly cut one, when something stirred in the woods.
He paused, coming back up slowly, tightening the grip on his axe. Wolves usually didn’t come this close, but you could never be sure these days. The villagers had pushed their livestock closer to the edge of the woods, unknowingly luring the wolves closer to civilization. Not that Leon hadn’t warned them. They just didn’t want to listen.
Narrowing his eyes, he stared into the direction of where he had heard the sound from. Wolves were better at not making any noise. Way better. That was a human. A clumsy one at that.
Between the trees, a person came into view. A young woman—slender, malnourished almost, was stalking through the woods.
He sighed. There was only one reason someone like her would come out here by themselves: they were desperate. Desperate enough to follow the hushed whispers, not caring about the risk of getting lost, wandering off the beaten track.
“If you’re looking for her, you took a wrong turn,” he called out. The young woman jumped and stumbled backward, losing her footing and tumbled to the ground. Her foot had caught on one of the roots winding all across the forest floor. Hissing in pain, she tried to pry her ankle loose, but it wouldn’t budge.
Leon sighed, wedged the axe loose from the chopping block and walked up to her. Her eyes went wide when she saw what he was carrying and she held her hands in front of her body.
“Please, no,” she whimpered, but Leon had already lifted his axe and sent it flying down. The woman cried out, squeezing her eyes shut.
Leon wordlessly kicked at the root that was now cut clean in half and set her ankle free.
“Can you move it?” he asked, crouching down and lifted the remnants of the tangled tendrils off her foot.
She tentatively tried to wiggle it, but winced and grasped her ankle with both hands.
Leon clicked his tongue. “I’m going to take that as a no.” He held out a hand toward the girl and she eyed him for a minute, unsure if him cutting the root was enough to trust him.
“What’s your name?”
“G-Grace,” she stammered, trying to get up off the forest floor by herself, failing and eventually settling on grabbing his hand, letting him pull her back up onto her feet.
“What are you doing out here, Grace?” Leon asked, stabilising her with one hand on her shoulder. “This is no place to be so close to nightfall.”
She tentatively put weight onto her foot, grimaced and shifted uncomfortably. “I was…looking for some firewood,” she whispered, avoiding his gaze, brushing some rogue light blonde strands of hair back into her braid.
Leon nodded, the sweltering August sun being blocked out by the crown of the trees above them. “I know where she lives, I can take you to her.”
Grace’s head whipped around and her breathing became shallow. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’re not the first woman to stumble through these woods, desperate for her medicine,” he said, “And you won’t be the last.”
“That kind of medicine is sin,” Grace breathed and Leon let go of her.
“If you say so,” he murmured, hoisting the axe higher up on his shoulder and started walking back to his chopping block.
“You know where she lives?” Grace quaked out after a few steps and he stilled, looking at her from the corner of his eye.
“I’ve been getting lost all day.” The poor girl was close to sobbing, clutching her midsection. “I don’t know where else to go,” she whispered, chin quivering.
“Nobody does,” Leon murmured and slipped one arm under her shoulder, supporting her and her twisted ankle. “Looks like you need her for two things now.”
Slower than usual, he made his way up to your house in the woods. He knew the way well. Too well for his own liking. In fact, he could probably find it in the dark with his eyes closed if he had to.
The invisible bond keeping you two tethered together had grown stronger over the years, even though neither of you had intended it to happen. Between harsh winters where you had run out of firewood, an infected cut in his palm that had turned into a vicious fever and a roof that needed fixing, your fates had become somewhat intertwined. Woven together by some ethereal thread. Fate maybe.
Or necessity, Leon reminded himself.
That’s all it was.
You spotted the two figures approaching from your garden gate while watering your plants. Ignoring the way your heart stumbled into a sprint when you realised it was the woodsman, you set down the bucket and wiped your hands on your skirt. It wasn’t the first time Leon had dropped a desperate young woman off at your doorstep.
Too many of them got lost in their frantic pursuit of seeking your help. Each one of them deciding the risk was worth it if it meant they had a chance of getting what they needed. It was only a matter of time until they came across the only other person living this far out from the village.
You opened the gate, Leon carrying the girl over the threshold and straight into your home.
“Who do we have here?” you asked, following them inside.
“Grace,” Leon murmured. “She twisted her ankle.”
You cocked your head. “A saving grace,” you whispered, “Who got you into trouble?”
“Myself,” Grace mumbled, blinking rapidly, staring at the ground as Leon set her down on a small wooden chair. Did he remember that he had made that one for you? Probably not. It was too long ago.
You pursed your lips. “Yeah, that’s what they want you to say,” you said, extending a hand for her to take it.
“Thank you,” you murmured, turning your head toward Leon, who stood by her side, arms crossed over his broad chest. He nodded curtly, ignoring the way your linen dress hugged your form and was barely hanging on, tied together over your full breasts with two strings that would be so easy to loosen. Like he had done countless times before.
“Anytime.” He forced himself to walk out your door but that invisible tether kept pulling him back inside. No matter how hard he tried.
Sometimes he wondered if the villagers were right and this was in fact witchcraft. That you were using the dark arts to keep him addicted to you, on his knees and enslaved by his own desire at the altar of your supple flesh.
He let out a shaky breath and squared his shoulders, stepping over the threshold and back out onto the clearing.
Nightfall came and dipped everything into eerie silence. Leon was already in bed, but he wasn’t asleep. He was staring at the wooden beams on the ceiling, one arm tucked in behind his head, the other one resting on his naked chest.
It was late.
Very late.
And a full moon.
He knew he should get rid of the habit of staying up, but he couldn’t help it. It was like the tether that kept you two connected pulled him out of his sleep time and time again until he heard a knock on the door.
Like tonight.
Leaning in the doorframe, he pushed the door open. Behind it stood you, bathed in moonlight. His lips parted and his gaze softened. No matter how hard he tried, there was no forgetting that you were the most beautiful thing he had ever set eyes on.
“I ran out of firewood.”
“It’s August.”
A smile tugged at your sinful lips, one of them disappearing between pearlwhite teeth. Leon sighed and bunched up the fabric of your dress hugging your waist, pulling you to him. Your hands came to rest on his naked chest on impact. Years of felling trees and chopping wood had hardened his body into a solid wall of muscle and feeling it beneath your palms made your breath hitch in your throat every time.
His lips came crashing down to yours and your eyes fluttered shut. Leon kissed you with all the desperation and frantic lust of a prisoner who would never see the light of day ever again. Panting into his mouth, you anchored yourself, gripping the back of his neck as he pulled you into his home, pushing the door shut behind you.
Your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct and he carried you over to the nearest surface he could find, setting you down on the kitchen table. He pulled at the string holding your dress together in the front, the fabric unravelling and exposing your soft body to him. He latched onto your skin, sucking, biting like he had been starved for years, when in reality it had only been a month since you had last come over in the shrouded embrace of the night.
Leon moved lower, nudging your thighs apart but you pulled him back up by his hair, earning a frustrated groan from him.
“Why can’t I kiss you there?”
“Because that’s where husbands kiss their wives and I’m not your wife,” you said, shutting him up with a fiery kiss, but your tongue only found bared teeth.
“Are you going to stay till morning this time?” Leon hissed, pushing himself between your thighs and touching you where he had intended to kiss you before.
You bit back a moan, as he parted your folds and expertly found your most sensitive spot, rubbing close circles around it with his calloused fingers. You shook your head, reaching for his pants, pushing them over his hips, his hardened length hitting the soft skin of your lower belly.
Leon growled, working you harder, helplessly pushing himself up against you for some friction. A breathy moan fell from your lips and you closed your hand around his shaft, caressing the tip of his cock with your thumb, spreading the sticky liquid that had gathered there.
Leon’s brows knitted together and a heady moan found the shell of your ear, as he let his head fall forward, biting down on the sensitive skin of your neck. You gasped, but his tongue flicked over the bite mark right after, as if asking for forgiveness.
He reached between your bodies, aligning himself with your entrance, slicking himself with your juices and you shivered with anticipation. The head of Leon’s cock prodding at your entrance was your favourite feeling in the entire world, so full of promise of unspeakable pleasure. That little secret would never reach his ears though.
“Stay.”
A shaky breath slipped past your lips, as you felt him push in and your fingernails digged into his shoulders, fitting perfectly into the scratches where his skin was still sore from the last time. “No,” you gasped and he sank into you, filling you up in a deliciously burning stretch. Leon groaned and started thrusting into you, eliciting a helpless whimper from you with each brush up against your inner walls.
“Fucking stay,” he choked out, burying his face in the crook of your neck and his cock deep inside of you with a punishing thrust.
You cried out, gripping him tighter, your pussy clenching around him. You shook your head, a tear forming at the corner of your eye. “No.”
Leon lifted you up and stumbled backward until the back of his legs hit his bed and he sank down, grabbing a handful of your ass, guiding your movements.
“You can carry me into your bed all you want,” you panted, rolling your hips against his, the friction of his pubic bone against your clit making your movements more frantic, “that will not make me stay the night.”
Leon grunted, pressing his head between your breasts, licking at them, capturing one of your nipples between his lips.
You arched your back, watching him suck on your tit, as you rode him, his thick cock hitting deeper inside you, the tip of him kissing your cervix, making you see stars.
“Oh fuck, Leon,” you moaned, rubbing up against him more, until he pushed you back, holding you in place with the hand that was still gripping your ass, thrusting up into you at an even more intoxicating angle, as his other hand started playing with your clit.
You anchored yourself to his shoulders, mouth falling open with the most obscene moans, the coil of pleasure in your abdomen about to snap at any moment.
“Marry me.” Leon’s voice broke into a moan, letting you know he was moments from losing it too.
You shook your head again, squeezing your eyes shut, the pleasure becoming too much to bear, as you felt yourself ripple around him.
“Never.”
Leon grabbed you tighter, pushing you onto the bed, your legs spread wide, as he continued fucking you, hips snapping against yours, skin slapping against wet skin, as you clawed at his back, pressing the side of your face to his.
You cried out his name, locking your legs behind his ass, pushing him deeper into you if that was even possible, as white hot pleasure washed over you.
Leon let out a strangled sound, biting down on your neck again, his last helpless attempt at marking you as his as he lost his rhythm, spilling into you with a guttural groan.
He didn’t need to reach out his hand to know that the other side of his bed was cold. An iron fist closed around his heart as he pushed himself out of bed, walking back into the kitchen.
Your dress was sprawled out atop the table, staring back at him. He swallowed, throat bobbing. You always left your dress—and never came back for it. He had a collection of your dresses in one of the trunks in his bedroom like he had a habit of killing young women at every full moon.
But it was you killing parts of him every month, only to stalk off butt naked into the night, worse, into the woods by yourself. No matter what he did to make you stay.
He let out a deep sigh, picked up the sheer fabric and lifted it to his face, inhaling your scent, telling himself it was still warm, still bore remnants of your skin. His face contorted in pain and he tossed the dress into the trunk with the others, sealing it shut.
He walked out the door, closing his eyes, clearing his mind with the clean air of the morning that was so different from the thick, heady musk the joining of your bodies had left behind in his bedroom. It was driving him mad. Slowly but surely, you were unravelling his sanity, on full moon at a time, thread by thread until he eventually came apart.
Yet, he couldn’t stop giving in.
“Well met, woodcutter. Isn’t this a fine morning?”
Leon crinkled his nose and cracked one eye open. A man came into view, clad in a woolen doublet and high collared mantle.
“It was until you showed up.”
The man chuckled and reigned in his horse. “Rough night?”
Leon shrugged, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Do you know where the woman lives?” he asked, leaning in a little over his saddle.
Leon narrowed his eyes at him, but he gave him a tight-lipped shake of the head. “What woman?”
Men typically didn’t come here to look for your help. It was only other women. Desperate young women most of the time, some of them stayed hidden with you until they were fit to return to whatever fate awaited them outside of these woods. And then others, they never did come back—because you helped them disappear.
But never men.
“The woman who lives out in the woods by herself.”
Leon grimaced. “If there was a woman living here, don’t you think I would know?”
The man wrinkled his forehead and nodded. “I suppose so.”
Leon nodded curtly. “Well met,” he imitated the man’s pompous tone and stalked over to his chopping block, wedging the axe loose.
The man guided his horse away from his home and Leon couldn’t help but watch him closely as he left. There was a book sticking out of one of his saddle bags.
MALLEUS MALEFICARUM it said on the leather binding.
I read your requests are open, and I was hoping I can give it a shot?
You don’t have to write this, but if you’re ok with it…
Is it ok if you write a smut where the reader is on her period and in severe pain. But like the painkillers aren’t working, and she needs some sort of relief because the pain just isn’t going away.
At this point, Leon has tried everything but her pain isn’t going away. And she can’t even sleep it off, so Leon does the one thing he hasn’t tried yet;
Sex.
He suggests it, she’s in pain and is willing to try anything and everything at this point, and Leon helps her reach her orgasms (maybe some pinv if it’s ok?)
After her orgasms she feels better and is out like a light, so Leon feels relaxed because even in sleep she’s more relaxed.
Also can you tell I’m a virgin and have no clue if this actually works…just yesterday I had an unrealistically painful period to the point I drank too many meds to stop the pain, but I passed out before I could feel the pain go away.
If you’ve written something like this before and I missed it or if you’re uncomfortable, don’t worry about it! No pressure to write it at all! <3
【⠀new ִ ࣪𝑠ᴀvᴇ 𝑓ɪʟᴇ ׅ🎮 】 hello dear bunny reader !! thank you for this request, I've been meaning to post this as a full fic but i figured it was too short so hopefully you enjoy! sorry it took so long :( also also due to health reasons i dont have normal periods so i hope i also described that part okay ㅜㅜㅜ
🇹🇦🇬🇸 : established relationship, period sex, fluff.
By the time the sun had disappeared behind the apartment buildings, Leon had officially run out of ideas. The heating pad had long since gone cold, the tea he'd made sat forgotten on the nightstand, the painkillers hadn't touched it.
You'd managed maybe twenty minutes of sleep before another cramp had folded you in half hard enough to wake yourself with a strangled little cry.
Leon was beside you before your eyes had even opened. "Easy, baby.." he murmured, one hand finding your shoulder. "I've got you."
You only buried your face deeper into the pillow, whining. "It still hurts."
"I know."
"No.." Your voice cracked. "You don't."
He didn't answer, because you were right. He'd been shot, stabbed, beaten half to death more times than he cared to count, so he knew pain. But watching you curl tighter and tighter into yourself while there wasn't a thing he could do about it, that was something else entirely. He rubbed slow circles against your lower back.
"Little higher?" You shook your head. "Lower?"
"It all hurts.." Your words dissolved into another miserable groan as your stomach clenched again.
"Jesus.." Leon exhaled quietly. "I hate this."
A weak laugh escaped you. "I noticed."
"I mean it." His hand never stopped moving. "If somebody was doing this to you.." He stopped himself. "I'd know what to do."
After another few minutes, you whispered into the pillow "I just want to sleep."
"I know."
"I don't even care if it still hurts.." Another cramp hit. You squeezed your eyes shut so tightly tears escaped anyway. "I just.. I can't—"
Leon watched you for a long moment, thinking. "Can I ask you something?"
You made a tired little sound that could've meant yes.
"I read something once–"
"You read?" One if your eyea cracked open as he rolled his own. "Very funny. I'm serious, baby."
You waited.
"It said–" He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking far more uncomfortable than he'd been while stitching gunshot wounds. "Sometimes orgasms help."
You blinked. "What?"
"With cramps."
"Who told you that?"
"I don't remember."
"You don't remember?"
"It was a long time ago." Another pause. "I think it was Claire..?"
"Didn't you say you read about it?" That actually made you snort before immediately regretting it as another cramp twisted through you. "Ow.."
Leon frowned. "I'm not saying we should! I'm saying..." He sighed, searching for words that didn't sound insane. "I've watched you hurt for almost twelve hours and we've tried everything else."
You stared at him. Despite everything you laughed only a little. His shoulders relaxed the tiniest bit.
"There's my girl.. I missed that."
Your smile faded as another wave of pain settled low in your stomach. "I don't know if it'll even work.."
"Neither do I. And if you don't want to.." He gave your hand a gentle squeeze. "We won't."
You looked down at your intertwined fingers.
For a little while, neither of you spoke. The apartment was quiet except for the rain tapping softly against the windows and the occasional hum of traffic somewhere far below. Another cramp came without warning. You sucked in a sharp breath, your fingers tightening painfully around his.
"I feel ridiculous."
"You aren't, baby." His brows pulled together while you shrugged weakly.
Your eyes stung all over again. "I'm sorry.."
"What for?"
"For ruining the whole weekend.."
Leon let out a soft breath that almost sounded like a laugh. "You think this weekend mattered more than you?"
"I just..." You looked away, embarrassed. "I know it's gross."
His expression changed immediately. "What?"
"My period? I've got blood on the sheets, I've been crying all day, I probably smell awful and now we're sitting here talking about..." You gestured vaguely between the two of you. "Fucking."
He stared at you for a second as though he genuinely couldn't understand where your mind had gone.
"Honey. I've stitched my own leg closed with used fishing line, I've crawled through sewers, I've had zombie guts thrown on me. I don't think a little blood is going to gross me out."
A tiny laugh escaped you. "Okay.. Fine, let's uh— let's do it."
"You sure?"
You rolled your eyes, though there wasn't much strength behind it. "If I change my mind, I'll tell you."
"Okay.." Leon nods. "Come here."
You shifted closer, settling against him with a quiet sigh as he wrapped an arm around your waist. He kissed your forehead first, lingering there for a moment before brushing another kiss against your temple. "You tell me if anything hurts.." As his fingers slowly pull at the hem of your comically thick sweat pants. The towel underneath you gets shifted to accommodate his knees between your thighs as he pulls you down, down, your blood soaked panties long thrown on the floor.
In a few seconds he discards his undergarments as well, spreading your thighs for more room, before his pelvis dips down. His already hardened cock poked at the clenching entrance, as the suddenness of the situation gets you all flushed.
"I'm sorry if it hurts more.." Leon hums before letting the tip slip inside. With ease, he manages to push in inch by inch before he's completely burried in you.
"Good?"
You nod, eyes already teary. "Mhm.. y-yes, you can move.." Slowly and softly he holds your hips down as he starts to gently snap his hips, the wetness surrounding him making muffled squelching sounds.
"S-Shit.. it's like a slip'n slide.." He chuckles all breathy as his hips stutter a little.
"Leon!" A small whine escapes your lips, hitting his chest in a futile attempt to make him focus.
"Sorry, baby, sorry, I– fuck.." He cuts himself off with another moan when your walls contract around him.
After a few more pumps you were a moaning mess, the pain long off your mind as you urged Leon to go 'faster' 'harder' 'deeper', which, of course, he obliged.
"You're s'pretty.." He mumbles more to himself as his thumb runs through your slick folds, over your clit and around it.
"Leon– mnh, I'm close.."
"Yeah? You wanna come?"
Eagerly you nod. "Ye-yes.. please?"
Leon chuckles low in his chest as he shifts closer, his pace steady as his finger circled your puffy clit "Go on, you can come.."
"Th-thank you.." your eyes close as a small frown forms onto your face, the flush of your cheeks wilder by the minute.
"No need to thank me, baby.. You're doin' so good.."
Leon lifted your hips slightly, his palm pressing into the small of your back, and the position had been good before, but it was dangerously good now, the sort of angle that left you feeling like you’d just run a bloody (haha get it?) marathon. His fingers tripped over your clit, movements becoming clumsy.
"Oh, mnh, gosh— please don't stop.." You moaned again, higher this time.
He nodded jerkily and picked up the speed, not much, but god, it was enough, and you could feel the unbearable tension start peaking in your gut, and it was only a few more thrusts, only a few more passes of his fingers, before you were coming. You weren't alone either because Leon followed soon after. He slowed, his fingers pressing into your soft hips and his rhythm erratic as he fell apart. You watched the orgasm blossom across his face, the flush on the high points of his cheeks, the way he tipped his head fovard as his eyes fell closed before he stilled.
He took a second breath before, still inside you, he lowered himself down onto his forearms and kissed your bitten lips.
"You–" he said between kisses "Are gorgeous." You smiled up at him and reached up to brush the hair from his forehead.
"The pain still as bad?" Leon asks, still slightly panting. You lay there for a moment, taking inventory of your own body. The ache was still there, but distant, no longer the sharp, relentless thing that had held you hostage since morning.
"No.." Your voice sounded surprised.
Leon searched your face. "No?"
You shook your head, a sleepy smile finding its way onto your lips. "It still hurts a little.." You let out a slow breath. "But not like before."
The relief that crossed his face was comical. "Thank God."
You laughed softly. "I think you're more relieved than I am."
"I absolutely am." He brushed his thumb lazily over your cheek. "I was starting to think I'd have to fight your uterus."
"I'd have paid to see that." You reached for his hand beneath the blankets, threading your fingers through his. "Thank you."
Leon looked at you with that same impossibly soft expression that always made your very soul ache.
"You never have to thank me."
"I love you." A smile spread slowly across his face, warm enough to make the whole awful day feel distant.
"I love you." As he leaned down, pressing one last lingering kiss to your forehead before pulling you gently against his chest.
"Now.." he murmured, his lips brushing your hair "Go to sleep, baby."
to celebrate our resident best boy's birthday, i wrote a fluffy drabble i hope you guys enjoy! for ygbo readers, it fits into the story's AU as a glimpse into their future but for new readers, this works as a standalone piece as well 💙
cw: fluff, maybe teenie tiny bit of angst, fem!reader, 3rd pov, leon pov, birthday celebration, kissing, canon compliant, pre re9
word count: 1.7k
thank you @sammimi19 for proofreading and capturing those lovely screenshots 💙
Leon takes special care to turn the keys in the lock as slowly as possible when he comes home past midnight. Once the door is pushed open with a silent creak, he steps inside as quiet as a mouse, removing his shoes and hanging his jacket without a sound. He almost looks like he is sneaking around on some spying mission, but in reality, he is simply doing his very best not to wake the fellow residents of his home. The love of his life, and the two children he cares for more than anything in the world.
With his socks muffling his steps, he walks on his tiptoes, like a cat, in the direction of his bedroom, ready to pass out after a three-day mission in the middle of nowhere. When, his gaze lands on the shape of a sleeping figure on the living room sectional, visible under the moonlight filtering through the blinds. He pauses, suddenly feeling his chest tighten at the sight of her, curled onto her side with a light blanket, snoring softly like a baby.
A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, and he’s moving closer before he can stop himself, coming to a stop once he looms over her slumbering form. That's when he notices the silk dress adorning her body. He’s not completely certain due to the dim light, but he thinks it's navy blue—his favorite color. Only then does Leon remember the special occasion for which his wife would dress up so nicely, and he feels his heart skip a beat. It seems he has completely forgotten about his own birthday—a repeated offense on his part.
He sits by her side with an exhale, like her thoughtfulness has rendered him breathless, or maybe it's the fact he can never bring himself to keep his distance for too long. Either way, it's only a matter of time before he's softly brushing calloused fingers against her cheek, unable to resist the urge to touch the one person he could give up everything for. Years and years of marriage, two children, countless memories, and she is still his one forever companion. His partner.
“Leon?” she suddenly whispers, her eyes fluttering open to meet his through the streaking moonlight.
“Sorry, didn't mean to wake you…” he murmurs apologetically, cupping her face with reverent tenderness. “I got home too late again, didn't I?”
“No,” she shakes her head immediately, already shifting to sit up. “You said you’d be late, I just got too excited with the kids.”
“The kids?” He arches an eyebrow, his hand dropping to her waist where his thumbs rubs soothing circles. Sometimes he feels a bit embarrassed over the way he’s constantly touching her, but he can’t help it. The feel of her warmth under his palms is grounding.
She smiles sheepishly with a small chuckle, leaning into his touch. “We baked you a cake… Not the nicest looking thing considering toddlers made it, but they put a lot of love into it. They’ll be stoked in the morning when you pretend it's the best thing you've ever tasted.”
An overwhelming warmth blooms in Leon’s chest at the news, prompting him to hold her closer, with both arms around her now. “You made me a cake? And you dressed up, and waited for me? Sweetheart, you really didn't have to... I would have been happy with a card.”
“I know. But you deserve more than a card. It's not every day my handsome husband turns forty-nine, you know.”
Her soft smile makes his heart stutter, and he can't stop himself anymore from pressing his lips to hers in a desperate kiss. Passionate, earnest, and filled with love, he doesn't pull away until she gently pushes on his broad shoulders, panting against his mouth.
“Can I give you your gift?”
“There's a gift too? I thought that you in this dress were the gift...”
She chuckles, kissing his cleft chin before shrugging playfully. “What can I say? I’m generous like that.”
“Okay, gorgeous. Show me your gift.”
She stands excitedly, granting him a look at the enticing way the blue fabric clings to her figure once the blanket slips off her. She then eclipses herself into the bedroom, leaving him to sit there alone in the silence of the night.
Leon takes the moment to close his eyes in grateful thought, his silver streaked hair falling down on his right temple. Twenty-six years ago, when his life changed forever on that one gruesome night, he never thought he would know true happiness ever again. Fight after fight, each one pushing him further than the last, each one eating more at his soul, until he's left as empty as a shell.
But then, there is her.
When everything is stripped away, when his very sanity is on the brink of collapse, he thinks of her loving voice, her adoring eyes, her reverent touch… And suddenly, everything is alright with the world again.
As if summoned by his aching heart that has already missed her presence, she returns with a small gift bag held behind her back, and a bouquet of flowers in the other hand. She pauses just to turn on the small lamp on the corner table, illuminating both of their faces in a warm light, before turning to him with a grin.
“These first, my good sir,” she smiles, elated, as she hands him the arrangement of yellow, white, and blue petals.
Leon feels his breath hitch for a moment as he gratefully takes the bouquet, murmuring an emotional ‘thank you, baby’ as if it's the first time she's bought him some. It's not. But it makes his heart pound out of his ribcage every single time.
“Alright, are you ready for the real deal?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be, kiddo.”
She giggles at his response, attempting to keep her voice quiet despite her obvious excitement as she hands him the bag. Leon stares up at her with his ice blues for a moment, just to take in her happy expression. Then, suddenly, he’s pulling her with a strong, flexing arm around her waist, settling her on his lap with ease.
“Wanna open it together,” he mutters with a kiss to her jaw. He doesn’t need an excuse to bring her closer, he just likes to pretend he has one.
With his arms encircling her midsection, he pulls out a square box from the bag with curiosity, shaking it next to his ear with a playful smile in an attempt to guess its contents. She laughs at that, then urges him to open it quickly, which he does with a happy grin.
Finally, the reason for her excitement is revealed when the shiny quadrant of a wristwatch glimmers in the warm light. All black, stainless steel, and with a wing motif engraved on the dial. It's branded—Hamilton—and he can already guess it was quite the pricey purchase.
“Baby, what did I say about buying me expensive things?” he huffs.
“Not this again,” she rolls her eyes at him. “I’ll buy you all the expensive gifts my heart pleases, and there's nothing you can do about it. Will you at least take it out of the box first before complaining?”
“I’m not complaining, I’m just saying you don't have to spend so much on m—”
He’s interrupted by a rough peck to his plump lips, before his attacker chuckles. “Just shut up and take it out.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Once the watch is out of its containment, Leon can admire it more closely, turning it in his hands with focus as he takes in every detail of luxurious craftsmanship. He already knows it will be something he wears again and again, not only because it fits his taste, but also because he can't wait to parade around her gift. Like a branding on his wrist that proves to him that even he gets to be loved and celebrated.
He can feel her eyes on his stubbled face as he observes the present, and he knows there's something more to it that she isn't saying yet. That's when he turns the object in his hands and finds something on the caseback. Engraved names; his, hers, and the children’s. All encircled in a heart like the cheesiest little display of love one can ever come up with.
“Happy birthday, honey,” his perfect wife murmurs gently to the detriment of his big, soft heart.
Leon feels like he could cry. And his eyes do in fact water no matter how much he tries to stop them, which urges her to hug him tightly with kisses to his neck.
“I love you so much,” she murmurs, muffled, “I’m so grateful for you.”
“I know… I love you too, sweetheart. None of this would be worth it without you.” He pulls back, shiny eyes filled with reverence as he cups her face. “Thank you, it's perfect.”
She brings a hand up to wipe at the corners of his wet eyes, blinking her own tears away with a smile. “So it's technically not your birthday anymore, but you still get to make a wish.”
“You’ll allow it?” he chuckles softly, his voice still rough with emotion.
“I told you, I’m very generous.”
Leon looks down at the watch in his grasp, the flowers on his side, and the beautiful woman on his lap, and he feels like there's nothing more in the world he could wish for. It’s a euphoric feeling like no other, knowing that no matter what, he was able to attain what most spend their lives chasing—true contentment. He slips off the watch on his wrist to put on the new one with endearing focus, testing its weight on his skin with a hum. Unsurprisingly, it's a perfect fit. Just like her weight on his lap, and her lips against his.
Finally, he’s ready to give his answer with a heart full and a playful smile on his tired face. “I want forty-nine kisses.”
The laugh that emanates from her has the lines on the corners of his eyes crinkling as he mirrors it. Their soft chuckles mix into what sounds like a perfect harmony to his ears, and he pulls her closer to press her chest to his fully in a tight embrace. He then reaches for a hydrangea amongst the bouquet, a tiny blue flower that he tucks behind her ear with a lovesick smile, knowing fully how mushy he must seem.
“What do you say, beautiful? Will you make my wish come true?”
“Hmm… Yeah. I think I can fit it into my schedule.”
actually fully emo over this imaginary man turning 49 knowing he is soon going to be facing the bs from requiem, ugh my heart! 💙 i love this not so little guy so much, he brings me so much joy everyday and has helped me to meet so many awesome people and make lovely friends
SUMMARY: You should've never divorced Leon, and you both know it. Now, 3 years later, you've been having sort of like an affair for 6 months. No one knows about you two, but the birthday party Chris convinces him to host may be the final step you two need to become an us again
‼️ NSFW. Semi-public sex, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), slight dry humping, unprotected sex, creampie, breeing kink, prasing. Fluffy aftercare and a bit angsty
✹ PAIRINGS: RE9 Leon Kennedy x Ex Wife Redfield Reader
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💬 Officially July 31st in my timezone which means (headcanon) Leon's birthday and my birthday too! So officially my first fic posted being 24 :) Long time no see over here, but I really hope you like this one!
No matter how hard you’re trying to make sure no one notices that, once again, there’s something going on between you two… you and Leon are really messing everything up.
It’s his 49th birthday, and even you know your ex-husband had planned not to celebrate it, your brother insisted that he had to do something different because not every day you’re close to 50.
So, not even bothering to argue with him, here you are, in a hotel ballroom that Chris decided to rent, with way more guests than you know Leon’d like to have.
You bite your lower lip when you see him talking to Sherry while keeping one eye on you. You know this isn’t the best place, or the best day, for people to find out that you two are giving your relationship a second chance… or that what it looks like. You’re grateful that your daughter’s traveling with her college friends, because otherwise…
Your attention shifts away from your ex-husband when you hear a man’s voice speaking beside you. You don’t know his name, but you know he’s one of Leon’s coworkers at the DSO. You’d run into him a couple of times at different events the organization hosted for its employees, and even you didn’t remember his name, you did indeed remember his attempts to hit on you even though you were still married.
Now, nearly three years after your divorce, he seems to still have that intention, just like you do.
You go along with everything he says, even though you’re barely paying attention. Your eyes can’t help but stare at Leon, who now seems distracted by his cell phone. You know he’s faking a call when you see him hold it to his ear, but his lips don’t move.
You know exactly what you have to do when you see him disappear.
Seven minutes. That’s how long you’d agreed to spend on one of your trysts, in the restrooms, without raising any suspicion.
“Sorry, I think I have to go to the bathroom… A little emergency,” you say to the man, who’s still standing next to you, and still talking to you.
“Would you like to go to my room when you get back?” he blurts out quickly. “I booked a room for tonight before heading home. You know…”
“I’ve booked one for tonight, too, but thanks for the offer,” you say. You realize he’s about to interrupt you, so you decide to speak again without even thinking about the consequences of your words: “I have company tonight, so… I’m sorry.”
You don’t give him time to continue, nor do you turn around to see his reaction. You simply head quickly toward the restrooms farthest from the room, keeping your head down to avoid being caught… doing whatever you’re doing.
Doing exactly what you’ve been doing with your ex-husband for the past six months.
You can’t stop thinking about your siblings and what they’d think of this. You know Claire wouldn’t mind if you got back together with Leon. Actuallyt, just like the two of you, she didn’t even know why you’d signed the divorce papers. But Chris…
Typical overprotective older brother behaviour with his little sisters.
You step into the bathroom cautiously, looking around to make sure there’s no one else there but you, and hopefully Leon.
“Leon?” you whisper, waiting for a reply. “Oh God, tell me you’re here.” Damn it, it’s not like we’re twenty again that we have to be hiding like this—
You don’t hear the click of the door opening. All you notice’s a hand resting on your waist, pulling you toward the only bathroom stall. Then, lips press against your neck that begin to suck with no care.
“Damn…” your ex-husband murmurs against your temple, leaving a trail of kisses from your jawline to the edge of your cleavage. Unfortunately for you, you can’t stop him. You can only beg for more with every moan that escapes your lips. “I haven’t had a chance to tell you tonight, but you look gorgeous.”
You’re used to his compliments even divorced, but you can’t help feeling a kind of flutter in your stomach with a sense of nostalgia and regret in your chest.
“Do you mind if I take it off?” Leon asks, pulling you out of your thoughts as he steals a kiss from you. “I know I shouldn’t because we have to do this quick, but—”
“What if we save that for later?” you suggest, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him close to you again. This time you take your time bitting his neck, his ear… “That’s why we booked a room tonight, isn’t it?”
He smiles shyly and then looks at you, asking for your permission to continue, just as he always did whenever you had sex. You don’t hesitate to nod, and immediately tilt your head back, feeling Leon’s lips explore your neck once again as his hands slide up under your dress and glide down your thighs until they reach your underwear.
You try to stifle a moan when you feel two of his fingers touching your pussy above the fabric of your underwear.
“Didn’t expect you to be this wet right from the start…” he murmurs.
“What do you want me to say? You look absolutely gorgeous in that suit. Also… it’s your birthday, and thinking that we might get caught… I guess the whole idea of having a secret affair with my ex-husband turns me on,” you joke, even deep down you both know you’re telling the truth.
Leon doesn’t answer. Instead, he breaks contact with your pussy, making you moan in response, begging for him to touch you again.
“Leon…”
“Do you want me to keep going?” you ask. “Maybe I got a little carried away, but if you don’t want to do this here—”
“Please, Leon…” you interrupt him, praying he won’t think you’re too desperate.
He presses his lips against yours. There was nothing else to say, and you both knew it. You gently bite his lower lip as you deepen the kiss while he slides his index finger inside you, fucking you as his thumb takes care of your clit.
With a quick movement, you lift one of your legs and rest it on his waist. He slips in another finger without warning you, keeping going with his movements as you feel your walls tightening more.
Your breathing is ragged. You can’t stop moaning, begging him to keep going, not to stop, to make you come… You also know he wants something else: you glance down at his pants, where there’s a very noticeable bulge.
You’re the one who pulls away even when you were on the verge of your orgasm. But it was his birthday. Without even thinking, you reach for his belt to quickly undo it, but his hands gently grab your wrists, pulling them away from the waistband of his pants.
“Leon…” you complain. “It’s your day. Don’t do this.”
“It’s just that…” he looks down, touching his erection to try calming himself down. “I don’t want us to have sex here. Look, I know it’s my birthday, that I have a party out there that I should be enjoying. I also know we’re divorced and that maybe we’re taking a bit of a risk with this, but…”
He forces himself to shut up, but you can tell from his eyes that he wants to say more.
“Do you regret this?” you ask him out of the blue, your voice trembling at the possible answer he might give you. “Do you want to call it quits?”
“Yeah.”
You feel a part of you break inside, and you let out a bittersweet laugh.
You knew it. You knew that starting over with Leon was a bad idea, specially considering that—
Once again, his hands grip your waist and pull you toward him.
His lips crash against yours in a kiss that’s both aggressive and, at the same time, eager. You shouldn’t be doing this after his confession, but you can’t stop your fingers from running through his hair and tugging at it, desiring so much more from him even you know that, perhaps, he couldn’t give it to you.
“I want us to finish all this because I want us to start all over again,” he says the moment you pull apart, his voice agitated. “I want a second chance where we don’t have to hide from anyone else. Damn it, Miss Redfield, if you only knew everything I want to do with you all over again…”
“You sure?” you rest your forehead against his. He nods, stealing a kiss from you. “Leon, you really don’t have to say anything just to make me feel good—”
“Isn’t it my birthday? Chris told me that at 12,” he glances at his watch, “in about ten minutes, I have to go blow out the candles, but you know what the only thing I want is? You.”
You’ve spent enough years sharing your life with Leon first, as friends, then, as a couple, and finally as a married couple with a daughter in her twenties to know that he doesn’t like being the center of attention.
You know he’d hated the whole idea of Chris’s huge birthday party, but at the same time, he’d given himself the chance to try something new without disappointing his ex-brother-in-law.
Or brother-in-law.
“Do you want me to…?” you begin calmly, trying not to cross his boundaries or make him think you want anything more than sex with him. You clear your throat and think about rephrasing it better. “Would you like us to slip away, pretend something’s going on… and head to the bedroom?”
“I’ll go first, and then you’ll go.”
Before leaving, Leon gives you a quick kiss on the lips and whispers that he loves you.
I love you.
You lean against the wall for a few seconds, trying to relax while you process everything that’s happened. More than Leon fingering you… the fact that he asked you for a second chance.
He confessed he loves you…
You take your phone out of your purse and check the hour, making sure enough time has passed. Before leaving, you look at yourself in the mirror in the stall: your hair’s a mess, your lips are slightly swollen, and your cheeks are flushed. You’re grateful that your dress still looks the same as when you walked in, except for a few wrinkles.
As you’re heading back to the ballroom to go to the area leading to the bedrooms, again with your head down and walking quickly, you bump into someone who immediately grabs your shoulders firmly, but not too roughly.
You curse under your breath when you realize who it is just from their laugh.
Chris.
“You okay?” he asks, worried. He takes your chin and tilts your face from side to side, looking at the blush on your cheeks. Then he places the back of his hand on your forehead as if to check for a fever. “You’re…” he looks you up and down, “kinda looking weird.”
“I’ve got a headache,” you say quickly, and he seems to get it. When you take a step forward to leave, he grabs your forearm. “Seriously, I just want to go to my room and—”
“Leon’s room, you mean.”
You feel your face go pale. You avoid looking at your older brother as you consider denying it, making up an excuse credible enough to avoid the subject, especially today.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” is all you say.
“Yeah, right…” he chuckles under his breath, shaking his head. “Do you think I’m stupid?”
“Do you think I’m stupid enough to get back into some kind of relationship with my ex-husband? What am I, a teen?”
“I think you were pretty foolish to divorce him for reasons that neither you nor anyone else understood, but what could we say?” he replies sincerely. “So, on that note… I’m glad to see you two leaving the same place seven minutes apart,” he takes your chin in his hand again and smiles widely when he sees the hickies on your neck. “Seriously… it’s obvious you’re having a good time together and that you’re both comfortable with this. Hope so.”
“I don’t want to talk about this right now, Chris,” you say quickly. “Leon’s… he’s waiting for me…” you whisper, embarrassed, once again avoiding his gaze.
“Oh, I know. Did you really think I was going to make him blow out the candles in front of everyone when he’s always done it just with you and your daughter? Even during the years of your divorce.”
That catches you off guard.
“So…”
“I know you and Leon have been doing this for a while,” he confesses. “Just like Claire, Sherry, and your daughter know… Did you know the party was her idea? So that, in some way, I don’t know how she explained it to me, and I can’t explain it to you either, you could… get back together? Or whatever it is you’re doing…”
“She knew?” you ask, referring to your daughter.
“Not exactly… but she suspected it since… never mind,” he says, giving up and sighing. “She told me a couple of months ago that she was tired of seeing you two pretend all the time when it was clear you don’t act like a divorced couple. I mean, don’t get me wrong, you don’t have to hate each other or anything, but…”
You nod, knowing exactly what he means.
“I didn’t want her to think that…”
“Listen,” your brother interrupts you.
Without hesitation, you look at him, even though you feel quite embarrassed, just like when you were a teenager.
“I don’t know what you two said or did in there, and I don’t care, but… it’s been a long time since I’ve seen Leon as happy as he looks today,” you feel a lump forming in your throat. “And… it’s been even longer since I’ve seen you this happy as well.”
“Chris…”
“Stop overthinking it. Stop coming up with stupid excuses for your older brother and go spend the night with your husband.”
“Ex-husband,” you correct him.
“We’ll see if tonight leads to another wedding,” you can’t help but laugh. “Come on, go on before he starts driving himself crazy wondering if you stood him up or not.”
You give him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek, and immediately afterward you start running all over the venue, not giving a fuck if you’re suspicious or not.
You weave your way through the guests, apologizing when you bump into someone, and bite the inside of your cheek as you feel your heels hurting more. You keep running without forcing yourself to stop, even when you’re on the verge of falling several times.
You climb the stairs leading to the rooms with your heart pounding. Your heartbeat rises when you stop in front of room 333 and realise it’s the suite where you spent your wedding night.
You take a deep breath, trying not to get swept away by the mixed of emotions you’re feeling, and knock gently on the door.
It opens in a matter of seconds.
Leon’s shirt’s slightly unbuttoned, his hair a bit tousled, and he has an expression of nervousness mixed with happiness that, maybe, only you can recognize after all these years.
When his eyes meet yours, you notice how he gradually relaxes; how the straight line of his lips curves until they part just enough to reveal his lips.
“I ran into Chris,” you say out of the blue. “He knows. He knows we’re—”
Your ex-husband closes the distance between you by wrapping his arms around your waist and drawing your lips to his in a brief kiss, resting his forehead against yours as you pull apart.
“Are you okay?” he asks, stroking your cheek with his hand.
“Me? Better than ever,” you chuckle, giving him a peck on the lips.
“I’ve missed you…” now, it’s his turn to steal a kiss from you. “I’ve missed you so, so much,” and another one, “and I don’t want this to happen to us again…”
Leon picks you up in his arms and shuts the door with his foot, slamming it shut. He carries you straight to the bed without a second thought, gently laying you down and positioning himself on top of you, starting all over again to kiss every single part of you.
“Leon, it’s your birthday…” you insist, once again, between soft moans. You sit up a little and try to reach your hands toward his pants. “I’ve already told you: I want to make you feel good…”
“Come on, let me be the one to start.”
Your stomach flutters as he grabs your neck and brings your lips together for the hundredth time that day. Clumsily, he sits up: now Leon’s on the bottom and you’re on top of him, while you awkwardly slip off your heels and he slides the straps of your dress down until your tits are exposed. He takes his time with them, massaging them and brushing against your nipples, making you escape a few moans from your lips.
You reach a hand to the zipper of his pants without stopping your grinding against him, struggling to pull his pants down. Leon sits up slightly until he finally manages to take them off; then, his shirt, leaving him in nothing but his boxers, revealing his huge erection.
You don’t hesitate to run your hands over the fabric, watching it grow even larger at your touch.
“I need you to take that dress off…” your ex-husband says in a broken voice.
“Go ahead. What did you say your birthday wish was?”
Gently, he grabs your ass and lifts you up a little. You take the opportunity to lift your dress up a bit, sitting back down on him and increasing the speed of the friction against his cock, which’s now fully erect.
Leon, after a few clumsy tries, finally takes the bottom of your dress and pulls it up. You raise your arms without even thinking, feeling the slight brush of your hands, noticing how your skin’s getting more tingly and how you’re getting wetter.
“You know what else I’d like?” he says, returning to nibble at your neck. Quickly and with the utmost care, he grabs you by the waist, lifting you up with him and laying you down on the bed with your legs hanging off the edge. His kisses now focus on your stomach. “A baby. I know we already have that amazing young woman at home, and that we’re a bit old, but… Wouldn’t that be nice?”
“You’re crazy,” you say, rolling your eyes in pleasure as you feel his tongue flat against your pussy. “Leon, for God’s sake…”
“Don’t you want a baby?” he insists, sliding two of his fingers inside you in one swift motion.
“I think we’ve got enough on our hands with our daughter…” you tug at his hair, urging him to keep eating you out. “We’ve got enough to worry about figuring out what we’re going to tell her now that—”
“She’ll take it well,” he tells you, looking at you as he keeps thrusting his fingers inside you. “But you’re right. Now… I just want to spend a great time with my wife and think of nothing else.”
He pulls on your thighs and increases the friction even more with his tongue, his fingers moving even faster. You notice your vision becoming a bit blurry as he begins to gently suck on your clit with his mouth and a bit with his teeth.
You feel the orgasm building in your stomach, and you know that Leon, once again, knows it.
He knows you as well as you know him.
“Do you want…?”
He breaks the contact between his mouth and your pussy, but doesn’t stop fingering you, even though he slows down as he sits up.
“I need you to fuck me right now, love.”
You run your hands around Leon’s neck and pull him toward you as he clumsily grabs his cock and lines it up with your entrance, entering you without previous warning and making you let out a moan of surprise.
“Leon…” you cling tightly to his neck as he thrusts into you mercilessly. “Leon, faster, please…”
You wrap your legs around his waist and feel him even more, specially when he listens to you and picks up the pace of his movements. You feel completely lost when one of his fingers finds its way to your clit to stimulate you more.
You don’t know how long you’ve been like this. You let yourself go, completely losing track of time, feeling incredibly comfortable for the first time in a long time.
“I’m going to come,” Leon whispers in your ear, which turns you on even more. “Where do you want me to—?”
“Inside,” you say without hesitation.
And that’s exactly what he does.
After fucking you for a while longer, Leon finally cums inside you, keeping going until a few minutes later, and with the help of his fingers stimulating your clit, you come too.
You both end up sprawled on the bed, a total mess, but it’s the least you care about.
For a few minutes, neither of you says a word. You’re resting on Leon’s chest, while he covers both of you with the bedsheets, wrapping his arm around your neck and still planting kisses all over your face.
“Are you okay?”
“You always ask me the same thing,” you reply, looking up at him.
“And I’m going to keep doing it.”
He brushes a strand of hair away from your face and then moves his hand to the small of your back, tracing slow figures slowly.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he confesses in a low voice. “Not this,” he hastens to add, referring to sex, “but… us. All these years I’ve tried to convince myself that if we got divorced, it was for a reason. That if I really loved you, and even we were on good terms… I had to let you go.”
You swallow nervously, though you can’t stop looking at him and feeling regret for having wasted time. For not having fought harder for your relationship when there was nothing but the feeling that you were pulling apart. For feeling that you were missing out on each other’s lives by getting carried away by your own ones.
“The only thing I’ve managed to do all these years, despite following that mantra, is to wake up every morning looking for you on what should be your side of the bed.
“I haven’t… gotten over us either. Call me crazy, but… somehow… I felt like I was making the wrong decision when we got divorced, but, as you said… if I loved you, I had to let you go,” the words come out carefully of your lips, even though inside you’re falling apart. “I always kept making coffee for three, and I always had to lie to my daughter and tell her I was taking it to work,” you say, laughing, with tears already streaming down your face.
Leon closes his eyes for a moment and sighs.
It was ridiculous, and you both knew it.
“Chris told me we have to stop acting like this,” you say, shifting a little. Now you’re sitting, your tits exposed with no shame, and your hands reaching for Leon’s. “I don’t want to get married again tomorrow, much less act as if the divorce or our problems never happened, but…”
“But…?”
“I do want that second chance.”
Leon brings your hands to his lips, kissing them, and then kisses you.
“Well, then, let me get to know you all over again. Let me take you on dates, even if they’re a disaster… because I’m a disaster. I want to take you out to dinner without having the excuse of talking about our college-aged daughter’s grades,” you laugh. “Let me make you fall in love with me for a second time.”
“Are you trying to hit on your ex-wife?” you ask playfully, giving him a light nudge with your elbow.
“If you only knew how long I’ve been doing this… but you know I’m terrible at this kind of thing.”
“You’re so corny, you know that?”
“And I know you like it,” you smile even wider, knowing he’s right. “That’s why you married me, isn’t it?”
“That, and many other reasons. But you probably know them.”
He hugs you tightly, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You can feel him trying to hold back his sobs. You, however, can’t hold back yours.
“I’ve never stopped loving you, Leon. And I’ll never stop.”
Your ex-husband pulls away from you, and the first thing you notice are how red his eyes re. He gently takes your chin in his hands and wipes away the tears that keep streaming down your face.
“This time… if there’s a problem, we talk about it. If we get angry, we talk about it. If we feel like we’re losing each other again… we talk about how to find each other again.”
“I don’t want to lose you again…” you whisper, shaking your head.
“And you won’t,” he says, cupping your face with both hands and kissing you. “I didn’t even have to blow out the candles for my birthday wish to come true… and I’m not going to be stupid enough to waste this second chance. I lost you once, even not at all… so I’m not going to risk it all again. If I risk something…” he kisses you again, “it’s us.”
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As a Caleb Widogast professional simp, I love this ask anon. Kinda rushed it at the end but I believe it’s good.
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If you have no experience in wild intimacy:
-He is doting on you and being the sweetest vanilla man alive. If you’re insecure? Absolutely he is gonna worship your insecurity until the heaviest of emotions are gone.
-Dancing Lights during sex is a MUST. It sets the mood best and he loves watching how the lights dance around the two of you, especially on your skin. Also dancing lights during aftercare just enhances the experience. Also if you are one of the few races that doesn’t have darkvision, it makes him all the more giddy to use it.
-He will check on you constantly. Makes sure he doesn’t hurt you at all. That man may have a pain kink himself but he knows not to rush you and every few seconds asks if what he’s doing is ok and if you feel good.
-Is willing to try out things because he has experienced a LOT, but ONLY at your pace. He may give ideas just to broaden your horizon, but the options are there as ideas, and he only does them if he is 100% certain that you want to do them.
-Top but gentle top dom. He will give more than receive.
-He would be a little worried if you see his scars and have a reaction to him, but honestly he relaxes when he sees you more curious about his scars and try to gently kiss them. Of course he would be curious as to why the hell you’re not running screaming and scared, but he’ll often turn to you and, after seeing your reaction, he’ll let you do as you wish to his scars.
If you have experience in more wild intimacy:
-Prepare your safe words, ladies and gents and non-binary guests, because we getting into the extremely kink pro-max human wizard named Caleb Widgoast.
-Would ask if you’re comfortable to occasionally have threesomes.
-HEAVY into the sub/dom dynamic and he prefers to be a dominant but he gets all whiny so expect to be the dominant top most of the time while he whimpers under you.
-Of course when he is a dominant top, however, you’re having the ride of your life.
-Masochism. Sadism… You have experience with it? Expect it. Pain kink is an absolute 50/50. He would in some cases but honestly I think it would depend on his mood, but when he really wants it, he really wants it.
-Kinda typical, but mage hand. Especially if you’re acting bratty.
-Speaking of being bratty, be prepared to be edged on for HOURS. That man gets off on you suffering under his control, atp.
-Loves having a dick/strap-on up his ass. He wants to be a submissive brat instead, he loves being put in his place by his lover.
-He is very vocal. Not just grunts and moans, but man is willing to whimper the second you nail his prostate with a tip.
-Loves being tied up. That man loves bondage and loves pretending to resist.
-Role. Play. Role play with him. Please do. It’ll shut his mind off. He’ll embarrass himself by cumming too quickly.
