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something with Ada and fem reader having a domestic relationship where she always come back home after her missions pls I miss reading fics with my wife Ada Wong🙏🏻🙏🏻
Hi anon ^^ I will provide you a new Ada fic for you so you’re not in a ada fics drout also I do apologize for taking a while on this🙏
Safe space and warm hearts
Pairing: Ada Wong x fem! reader
Summary: Mission after mission, day after day, all Ada wants to do is go home to relax, guided by her oh so sweet girlfriend who treats her oh so well.
Tags: Established relationship, tooth rotting fluff, domestic household, Slight ooc? Ada Wong
A/N: Once again, I love women !
DONG DONG
1am, the grandfather clock in your shared home rang. You lie there on the couch in your home, a book in your hand, a black sheer robe covering your body. Your eyes flickered from the book to the door repeatedly.
You waited for your one reason to live to walk through the doors of your home.
As if your wishes were answered by an unknown god, you heard it. The click of your front door. Sitting up slightly, you put down your book, eyes now actively staring at the entrance to your living room; soft clacks of heels filling the air, then you saw her in all her glory.
Ada Wong, your shining star, your goddess, your girlfriend.
"My dear, what are you doing up still? You should be asleep, it's late," Ada said, slinking her way towards the couch in swift yet elegant movements. She had you in a trance, and you had no problem with that. "Waited for you, wanted to welcome you home," you said, looking up towards Ada, a small smile on your lips. "Look at you, always the sweetest to me," Ada cooed, leaning down to capture your lips in a soft and slow kiss.
It was soft, sweet, and addictive.
"Dinner's ready for you whenever you're ready for it. What do you want to do now?" You questioned; it was your turn to stand up and make your way around the couch. Ada let out a satisfied hum at the feeling of your body pressing against hers, her heart racing as your hands found home at her hips.
"Dinner can wait, all I want to do is relax. People are too much," Ada muttered out, and it was in that moment that you decided it was very much so needed for you to step in and help your star relax. You gently rubbed her shoulders, hoping it would soothe a bit of her sore muscles, "Go to the room, get comfortable, and in a robe, then come to the bathroom. I'll take care of you, love." You said to her before leaving her alone in the living room to stand there in anticipation.
Ada watched you slink away; you were a minx in her eyes. Her minx.
Listening to your words, Ada made her way to your guys' shared bedroom. It was great to be home, away from the chaos that came with her job; the connections, the worries, being away from home on special days. It was nights like these that were so bittersweet to Ada. It was no doubt you spoiled her like this at any chance that she let you have, but the fact that it happened the majority of the time after a mission, and she was too tired to fully appreciate it, is what made her upset. Seeing you stay up so late to watch her come home safely also upset her. Ada loved the efforts you made for her in order to make your house a home for her to feel safe in, but she didn’t like seeing her sweet girlfriend alter their schedule to fit her own.
Listening to your words again in her head, Ada let out a small moan of relief as she slipped out of her heels and dress— beauty is pain in the end. She sighed as she walked to her side of the shared closet, goosebumps covering her skin as she stood there only in her bra and underwear. A warm feeling swelled in her heart as she grabbed her sheer robe that matched yours, deep down inside she loved wearing matching things with you.
Her robe was a dark red, yours was black; perfect and made for each other.
The sound of water filling a tub caused her ears to perk up, her body turning towards the sound. ‘I love her’ were the only words she thought as she stood there almost in a trance. After a few moments of just standing there in a daze, Ada moved towards the bathroom— a small smile formed on her face, a slight blush forming on her cheeks as well. She watched in awe as you stood there, chest puffed out, stance wide as your eyes sparkled.
“Welcome to the once of a lifetime relaxation spot, hosted by none other than your own girlfriend!” You exclaimed, taking big strides over to Ada. You let out a small chuckle as your hands once again found home at her waist, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss to her cheek. “Tonight’s all about you star, you worked hard— you always do” you whispered to her, looking at her with sweet eyes.
Ada laughed softly, taking off her robe and her undergarments— a shudder ran through her spine once more. Three elegant steps, and a hand on her hip there stood your star in all her beauty. “Are you joining?-“ She began, eyes widening a bit out of shock when she heard you quickly cut her off. “No! I mean— not that I don’t want to but tonight it’s for you-!” You stammered out, heat radiating off your face.
Ada smiled and gave you a teasing wink, “If you say so my dear, you’re welcome to join at anytime” she said in a sultry tone; god you nearly folded right then and there. Ada Wong was your temptation, your apple in the garden of eden, your everything. If she would’ve pushed you a little more, you would’ve toppled over off the edge and been all over her in seconds— not that either of you minded.
You watched her slip into the warm water, a moan falling from her lips as she visibly relaxed in the tub— head back slightly with eyes closed, body near fully submerged. Taking your place behind her on the edge of the tub, you ran your fingers through her hair; smile big on your lips. “Pretty girl, is the water okay?” you questioned as you gathered some in a cup. You heard a small “mhm” come from her, giving you the green light to pour the water over her head. “Sorry for scaring you love,” you whispered softly after hearing her breath hitch slightly. You gathered some soap in your hands and lathered it while you said a quick “Keep your eyes closed babe,” before running your soap covered fingers through her hair once more.
Ada wasn’t expecting for you to do her hair, so when you started your movements it caught her off guard, but she wouldn’t tell you that. Soft music played throughout the room as scented candles burned with each passing second, ‘This is pure bliss’ Ada thought to herself as your fingers did magic to her, gentle hands that treated her with care, that always seemed to put her first.
Ada swears that she had won the lottery when it came to dating you.
“I’m gonna rinse the soap now” She heard you say, and Ada simply nodded her head in response. Feeling the soap run down her head felt like you were washing away her stress and worries that plagued her mind 24/7. There was hardly any time that Ada truly felt at peace from her thoughts, and luckily this was one of them. She felt true peace, and she wished she could stay there from this moment on.
What Ada didn’t hear in her moments of bliss was you moving to the side of the tub, on your knees and ready to work.
Soft sighs fell from Ada’s lips once she felt your hands running along her body; washcloth in hand and a slight hint of teasing behind your movements. “Relax, love,” you said aloud again, working your magic to the best of your abilities. Your hands gliding over her chest? She nearly moaned into the air. You moved your hands to her waist? Ada’s breath hitched. Your hands moved to her thighs? It took her all to not spread them for you.
You had Ada turning to mush from head to toe, internally and externally.
Who knows how much time you spent washing your lover, when all you had in your mind was the idea of spoiling Ada. By the end of the bath, Ada was completely gone— head full of bliss and relaxation as you helped her out of the bath. You helped her dry off, get back into her undergarments and robe, and back to your room.
In the transition from the bathroom to your bedroom, you questioned if Ada wanted a meal, but she quickly denied it. Sleep was her priority, and she will get what she wants one way or another. “Love, let me take your robe off” you said slowly, taking her robe off of her body slowly. It was nearly out of her usual character watching her practically throw herself under the covers.
Ada wanted her sleep, and she wanted it now.
You discarded your robe, and quickly gathered Ada’s as well to put in the nearby wash bin. You wasted no time scurrying over to the bed, and hopping under the covers; warmth spreading all over your body. “C’mere” you heard Ada slur, actively fighting her sleep. Obliging, you made your way towards Ada, and immediately she tangled yours and her legs together.
‘Ah, she wants to cuddle tonight’ you thought while your girlfriend practically clung to you like a koala. Sleep began to overcome your senses, the urge to pass out growing with each passing second. Soft snores came from Ada which caused you to chuckle softly, eyes shining with adoration towards her.
With soft kisses to her cheeks and forehead, you whispered a soft “I love you” to Ada, moments before passing out next to her. Despite staying up so late, you always loved when Ada came home from her missions, and you wouldn’t change it for the world.
Ada Wong was your girlfriend, your shining star, your goddess, your world.
Summary: Taking shelter from the rain in a small cafe, Claire finds herself siting in front of a girl who just happens to be her type.
Tags: Fluff, Mutual pinning, Implied strangers to lovers, Falling in love at first sight trope, Reader falls first, Claire falls harder.
A/N: I love women, I love Claire. I just wanna give her a big hug and give her the world. Did I mention I love women??
Raining cats and dogs was not on the daily weather forecast; it especially didn’t mention thunder and lightning either. The clouds were dark and big as heavy rain fell from the sky; each drop could be heard as it hit the ground. Claire was on her motorcycle when she felt the droplets hit her body, “Oh shit,” she mumbled, speeding up to find some temporary shelter. After what felt like getting rained on forever, as if Lady Luck blessed her in that moment, up to her left stood a small cafe.
Claire had never been one for little cafes, but in this moment in time, it was her miracle. Her temporary home.
Nearly sprinting to the entrance, Claire sighed in relief as she didn’t feel any more rain hitting her body. The warmth of the shop, followed by the aroma of coffee and baked goods, hit Claire in the face as if she had gotten hit by truck-kun. Looking around, she noticed that the cafe was nearly— no scratch that, completely filled with people hiding from the rain. With a small sigh, she shuffled over towards the counter and ordered a small coffee as she pondered where to sit; her best bet was sitting across from someone.
With her coffee in hand, Claire made the dreaded walk around the cafe. Seconds felt like hours, and it didn’t help when she could feel stares on her movements. Finally, she found a spot across from a girl working on her laptop. “Excuse me.. do you mind if I sit here while I wait for the rain to stop..?” Claire asked softly, not wanting to startle the girl.
Luck didn’t bless Claire in this moment as you jumped a bit at the sound of someone talking to you.
"Huh? Oh no, please go ahead, you won't bother me," You said as you motioned towards the other end of the booth that you were sitting in. You heard a small "thank you" from the girl across from you; with a nod, you smiled a bit and got back to work. Claire felt awkward, too awkward to just sit there in silence and sip on her coffee while she sat there waiting for the rain. It also didn't help that the girl in front of her was nearly exactly her type.
"So..," Claire began to speak, taking notice of how your eyes shot up to her. "This weather came out of nowhere. Are you hiding away from the rain, too?" Claire asked, taking another sip of the coffee in her hands. "Hm? Oh, no, I come here often to do work." You said, making sure to save where you had left off on your work. With a smile, you closed your laptop shut and pushed it to the side. "Give me a moment," you said while getting up. You made your way to the counter to get another coffee; moments later, you returned with a brand new cup of coffee in your hand.
"I'm assuming you're here till the rain stops?" You questioned, now opting to take a sip yourself. A wild blush appeared on Claire's face as she nervously looked away, "Yeah, you're right," she mumbled out, with a slight sense of embarrassment filling her form and voice. "I'm Claire, Claire Redfield. What about you?" She quickly followed up with. Claire couldn't deny that you were pretty— hell, you looked like the type of girl she would take on a bike ride if you agreed.
"I'm y/n, it's nice to meet you, Claire," you said as you flashed a bright smile towards Claire. Hook, line, and sinker, Claire was gone, sold even. As Claire began to question her mental state, you couldn't help but hide your smile, feeling your eyes crinkle at the sides at Claire's reactions to things. While you did put on the front of a cool, calm, and reserved person for the majority of the time, you did find yourself slipping. You, too, had a pretty girl sitting right across from you.
Neither you nor Claire normally believed in fate or falling in love at first sight, but it seemed Cupid shot you both in the heart as you both were falling. Falling hard no less.
"Now, would you care to fill my curiosity as to why you decided to sit with me, instead of many other open seats?" You chuckled, raising an eyebrow towards Claire. A part of you hoped she would mention sitting with you cause of the fact you were pretty, but you kept a realistic mind and silently urged on. Claire teetered on the line of being confident or being hesitant, especially since you two knew absolutely nothing of each other, besides each other's names. Claire especially hoped you also liked girls in a romantic sense. "Well, for one, I love booth seats cause they're always so comfy and provide more privacy in my opinion." Claire stated, earning a small "mhmm" from you. 'Fuck it, what do I have to lose?' Claire thought.
If the dice are hot, take a shot.
"Then, it just happened to be my not-so-lucky turned lucky day, because sitting in said booth was a pretty girl who was doing work," Claire said confidently, a smirk forming on her lips as her eyes went from looking at your eyes, to your lips, and back to your eyes. That alone had your face burning in 0.5 seconds. You weren't expecting that response at all, but you didn't mind how it made you feel either. If anything, it made you feel good and confident.
You wanted to test the waters— not by dipping a foot into the water, no, you wanted to jump into the deep end of the pool, so you did. "Well, aren't you lucky then, because I believe the girl had let you sit with her not only cause she thought you would be peaceful to sit with, but she also thought you were pretty as well," You said, a small laugh falling from your lips as you nervously looked at Claire with hopeful eyes. Claire could only look at you in shock, mouth and eyes open wide. Was she dreaming? Did she win the lottery? Was someone playing a prank on her?
For once, Claire Redfield was stunned to the point where she couldn't speak.
Laughing to yourself, you grabbed one of your nearby pens and a sticky note from your bag; you quickly scribbled down your phone number before passing it towards Claire. Looking outside, you took notice how the rain seemed to have stopped a while ago. It seems that you and Claire had failed to notice it. "Well, it seems that I have to head out, work calls," you said as you got out of the booth, things in hand. "Call me pretty girl, and maybe one night we can go out on a ride on that motorcycle of yours." You said with a wink and a wave goodbye.
Claire watched you leave, a smile on her face as she waved goodbye from her seat. When she realized you had been watching her since she pulled up to the cafe, she could only hide her face. Claire was going to call you soon for that motorcycle ride, maybe you'd say yes and give her a kiss. Yeah, Claire Redfield was going to call you tonight, maybe every night if you'd let her.
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Summary: Raising two kids is one challenge, but raising two kids with Chris is another challenge. Raising two kids with Chris is fun, that is, until they start learning internet trends.
Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, Angst, Family dynamics, Slight Crack fic, Aunt Claire is awesome,
A/N: Read part one here ! I really loved this fic, and it warmed my heart knowing others loved it too and wanted to see a part 2 ! I LOVE FATHER CHRIS REDFIELD RAAAAH *eagle screech*
“Siblings, siblings, siblings, siblings. This is my sister, this is my brother! We are siblings and we care for each other”
You heard that same sound for who knows how many times today, laughter filling the living room of your house. It was currently 5:45pm, which meant everyone was getting home, and that your kids and Chris would be asking about dinner soon. Peeking over the counter, you saw your son, Piers, and your adopted daughter, Rose, trying to mimic what they called “viral TikToks”. Your son was a spitting image of Chris when he was younger, with bright eyes and a bright smile always plastered onto his face. He loved Rose and always treated her as if she were blood-related to him. Your adopted daughter, Rose Winters, was growing up to be a spitting image of her father, Ethan Winters, with Mia’s features shining through as well. Rose was your 8-year-old little star, and Piers was your too-cute 7-year-old.
Rose wasn’t much older than Piers, which luckily led them to be closer to each other than they would’ve been if the age gap had been bigger. “Kids, it’s dinner time, go get your father from the garage!” You called out, focusing your attention on the meal you were currently cooking; two “Yes, Mom" came from Rose and Piers as they ran to the garage. The two kids ran to the garage with haste, nearly running into the door in the process. “Dad! Mom said it’s time for dinner, so it’s time to help!” Piers exclaimed as he ran up to Chris, with Rose seconds behind him. “My little bugs!” Chris announced, picking up Piers and Rose into each arm in the process. “You are right, it is dinner time! That means we have to help Mom set up the table,” He said, pressing kisses to each of their cheeks.
The music playing in your kitchen was soft and sweet as you did your own thing. The only time your ears perked up was when you heard the garage alarm ring, and then soon the loud laughter of your kids and husband. Your papa bear and little bears seemed to burst into the dining room as they made their way to the table. Piers grabbed the cups, Rose grabbed the napkins, and Chris grabbed the utensils and filled the drinks. As if they were in a trance, they all seemed to work in unison to set the table. The puzzle was almost finished, and you were the last missing piece.
“Dinners ready,” you called out, plates in your hands as you made your way to the table. Your heart swelled at the sight, Chris next to Rose and Piers across from Chris; each pair of eyes watching your movements as you began to place each plate. “A small plate of Chicken Parmesan for my little cubs,” You coo’d as you placed full plates in front of Rose and Piers. The two little “Thank you, momma's" nearly ended you. “A big plate of Chicken Parmesan for Papa Bear,” you said, placing the plate in front of Chris, patting his belly afterwards. Last but not least, you put down your own plate and sat in your chair across from Rose, “A big plate for mama bear too,” Chris added, causing your cheeks to burn. Dinners with your family are peaceful, it’s full of playful family banter and smiles— the family you and Chris always dreamed of. Post dinner came with its own chaos as Chris cleaned the dining room, and you helped the kids get bathed and ready for bed.
The usual bedtime routine consisted of actively fighting against Piers to get him into bed as Rose crawled into hers with ease. Sometimes you wish Piers would mellow out like Rose, but then again, that was his little spark, and vice versa. It often takes 20 minutes of fighting your son for you to stand victorious in the end, chest huffing and puffing as you stand there proudly. Piers is now in bed, tired and falling asleep as Rose laughs softly, dozing off as well. Moments later, Chris will join you in whispering goodnight and sweet nothings to your children, then placing kisses on their foreheads. Nightlight is on, kids are asleep, day is done, mom and dad caps momentarilly come off.
Raising two kids so close in age wasn’t the easiest— especially when it came to days when Chris had to go away for missions once his maternity leave ended. Claire would drop by at those times, offering you a little bit of support in place of her brother, and you appreciated her for it. It was especially hard when they were both toddlers, testing your patience with every single thing they did. ‘They’re just babies, they don’t know any better, the one phrase you’d say to yourself on repeat as you tried your best not to go insane.
Raising your two kids is hard, but it’s even harder when you raise them with Chris around. It wasn’t harder in the sense of he made things worse— no, that wasn’t your husband. It was harder because your parenting styles clashed from time to time as they grew older. He taught them that it was okay to be brave and strong, and you taught them it was okay to cry and sometimes ask for help. Chris taught them that sometimes life won’t always be fair to them, and you taught them that same lesson, but also to keep true to themselves. You and Chris often talked in the living room or in your bedroom about tips for teaching them different things once the kids went to bed. On the other side of the bed, you two would often fight over the amount of freedom you both wanted them to have.
Mutually, the two of you wanted to keep them away from the horrors of bio-weapons as much as you two could (despite Rose being one herself in a way), but you both knew it would be bad to completely shut them away from the world. You opted to give them a good amount of freedom as they grew to allow them to feel a sense of normalcy; Chris disagreed. Chris wanted them to be free but follow strict rules and curfews, but you disagreed, knowing it would cause chaos later on. When you and Chris fight over this matter at hand, it often ends in him sleeping on the couch, and you crying fat, hot tears down your face as you wail into your pillow. Every single time this happens, Chris consoles you once he wakes up and presses loving kisses to your tear-stained cheeks. “I’m so sorry, my love,” he’ll whisper to you, pulling you in close. All it takes is one more fight for Chris to break down in tears, his insecurities and fears finally showing as you both cry in each other’s arms. You kiss and wipe away his tears as he does the same to you. Parenting is hard, but this is the last time you both chose to fight about this.
Your family is small and peaceful, they are your life, and you would'nt dare change a thing about it. That is, until your son and daughter start making references to things you and Chris don't fully understand.
"Six Seven? What does that even mean?" you questioned, looking at Chris, who looked equally as confused as you. With a shrug, he mummbled out a quick "I dunno." and stared at his kids, who were now just repeating it over and over again. "Mom, Dad, look six sevennn," Piers said as he did the hand movements, Rose copying him in the background. "Kiddos, where did you learn this ' six-seven ' thing?" Chris asked, phone out in hand as he tried searching it up. "TikTok," your kids said in unison before running off to go play, leaving you and Chris alone to question what the hell your kids just learnt. It didn’t stop there, even though you kinda wished it did. “Mom, do you know the rizzler?” Rose asked one morning during breakfast, and you swear you saw Chris spit out his coffee at the question. “The Rizzler? Who is that?” you questioned, once again, Chris could only shrug at this new reference that he was hearing about.
It was almost every day that you heard something new come from either Piers or Rose's lips, it was either a meme from TikTok, a meme from YouTube, or Instagram. To say you and Chris were always confused and slightly concerned was very much an understatement. "Chris, they're saying words that don't sound like words-- and phrases that don't make sense! I'm starting to understand how our parents must have felt when we were growing up." You sighed as you and Chris sat outside on your backyard porch, watching Rose and Piers play at their swingset. "As long as it's nothing inappropriate or hurtful to the kids, I'm just gonna let them blabber about it; eventually, it'll pass, I hope," Chris said, leaning over to press kisses to your head. "Ewww, dad's being lovey dovey with mom, I'm gonna barf," Piers said as Rose faked a gagging noise, closing her eyes momentarily. "Tell me about it, but at least we know mom won't be taken away by the rizzler's charms." Rose laughed, her legs swinging back and forth to pick up momentum on the swings. "Do you think mom and dad had their own version of the rizzler?" Piers asked while trying to match his sister's momentum. "Probably, but he wasn't as cool as today's rizzler, no doubt about it," Rose stated, looking down at her Hello Kitty watch. She read the time "5pm," and with a big leap, she jumped off the swing, running to the porch where you and Chris jumped from to make sure she was okay; Piers did the same at a maximum of 30 seconds later. "It's 5pm! which means it's time to start dinner!" She cheered, jumping into your arms.
Chris picked up Piers and looked at his phone, "Our dearest Rose is correct, it's time to get ready for dinner, Redfield family!" he practically yelled out, earning him laughs from everyone else. You all went inside and began to wash up as much as you all could. "What's for dinner today, my love?" Chris asked while drying his hands. As if it were planned, the doorbell rang, causing all ears to perk up. "Momma bear was ahead of the game," you trailed off as you went and opened up the door. There stood Claire, pizza boxes in her hands, standing proud and tall with a big smirk on her face. "And invited Aunt Claire over to have a pizza night with us." You said with a smile, hugging Claire before helping her with the pizzas. The kids nearly made Claire fall as they tackled her with their might; laughter filled the house, and as if on cue, everyone in the house began to laugh.
The Redfield family was simple and peaceful; they loved each other and had the utmost respect for one another. If only they had known that the Winters were there as well, supporting them in their own little special ways— whether it be in the winds that ran through their hair, or the pair of butterflies that always seemed to be near when everyone was in the backyard. Your family was perfect, in all its little ways.
"Aunt Claire, do you know the rizzler, or six-sevennn?"
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Hello! Hopefully your day or evening is going well!
Currently your bio says you’re taking 1 more request, but if I’m too late that’s okay. If not, can I request something with Leon? Either he’s in trouble or gets taken, and his captors are threatening him but he isn’t fazed one bit, because he knows his s/o is on their way to save him? And the reader is known for being a badass, and when Leon’s taken, they go feral to get him back. And later they show up drenched in blood from the other captors they fought through and get rid of the rest with ease. Like they don’t play around when it comes to Leon kinda vibe?
Hi anon !
Luckily, you took that last spot so you’re all good!
“Blood bath for one please”
Pairing: re4 Leon S Kennedy x gender neutral! reader
Summary: The moment that Leon is out of sight, your eye twitches once too much for your liking— you know it's time to get your man back from whatever danger he got stuck in.
Tags: Fluff, Reader befriends (?) a rat, Mentions of murder, Blood, Very minimal angst, Luis Sera !!!!, Not proof-read I did this while working
A/N: I went with re4 Leon for this one since I can play this game in my sleep and I feel like it fits the prompt well <33 I am so so sorry for taking so long on this I’ve been busy ;;
The golden duo. That was the nickname that you and your boyfriend Leon were given by your coworkers from the moment you two had been reunited. You and Leon had met during the Raccoon City outbreak, your time with each other was very brief as you both were on your own journey’s at the time. Even though it was brief meetings, both you and Leon couldn’t deny the sparks of attraction that struck you both to the core with each interaction you two had. You honestly didn’t know if you would’ve ever see Leon again once you made it out of Raccoon City, but when you saw those blonde locks one day at work you nearly ran into a door which caught Leon’s attention.
A quick conversation of greetings turned into daily conversations, those conversations turned into hang outs— to which those hang outs turned into you and Leon being attached to the hip as you both fell head first in love with each other. The sparks were still there. If someone needed you, there was Leon by your side, and vice versa.
If there was a perfect way to describe Leon, in your eyes it would be “Strong willed man with a great body who just wants a day off”. If there was a way to describe you, Leon would say you are “Kind and humble, but when ticked off— a ticking time bomb.” Both you and Leon had your own pros and cons, but when you were mad? It’s like you took Leon’s cons and made them yours until he calmed you down again. People at work feared you when you were mad, but yet they honored your skills and determination.
Every mission? You and Leon were together, and because of that you were now wandering the paths of this remote village in Spain. To say you and Leon were a taken aback from the chaos that was in brewing in the village was an understatement. You both were freaked but you wouldn’t let it be fully known.
You two always stuck together during these missions…Right?
One moment you’re back to back with Leon, fighting the people of this rural village in who knows where in Spain— next thing you know you’re alone as Leon seemed to wander off ahead. ‘Typical Leon’ you thought with a head shake, it wasn’t uncommon for you to see Leon wandering off ahead of you; trying to reduce your workload even if it meant doubling his in the end. It only took a second for him to leave your sight, taking out a few more ganados, do some looting around the area, and somehow miss Mendez walking away with your boyfriend and another person over his shoulders to realize he was gone.
Then, you had felt it, a quick eye twitch in your left eye. It happened twice more after that. Leon was missing and you had to find him.
When Leon woke up he let out a deep groan, his head pounded and his body hurt as if he just got bashed in by Mr. X all over again. It didn’t take long for Leon to realize he was chained up with someone behind him. While the other person—who he now learned was a man named Luis Sera, was freaking out and trying to find a way to escape. Leon, on the other hand, stayed perfectly calm as he knew what either soon to happen, or currently happening. Luis couldn’t help but stare in shock at the blonde’s calmness. “Aren’t you going to— y’know..try to escape?” He said to Leon, astonished at his actions. “No, because it’s not safe outside— not yet at least,” Leon said as he stared at the entrance to the basement.
On the other side of the coin, you were having a very different experience than Leon. Blood stained your clothes and splattered all across your face; eyes cold and stern as you looked around. Many ganado has suffered at the hands of your wrath as you fought them with whatever you could turn into a weapon. One of their mugs? Sorry it’s been smashed against their faces. The plates? Shards are now a part of their arms and legs. A ganado is missing its head? Oh, their blood is running down your knife’s blade. Over 10 ganados were now brutally murdered by your hands, and honestly you couldn’t really care too much about it.
You wandered around only to stumble upon a abandoned factory that seemed a little too well to hide someone away in thanks to how isolated it was from the village. “Bingo” you whispered to yourself, making your way towards the building to see if Leon was there. Making your way through the building you spotted Leon’s gear in a blocked off room as a smile appeared on your face, “I’m coming handsome” you said aloud into the air as you fought more ganados that blocked your path. By the end of your rendezvous, blood was now actively running and sticking onto your skin, clothes, and hair. squeak squeak you heard as you then spotted a nearby rat looking for food. The little creature tugged at your heart strings hard. With a small sigh, you looked into your pouch, found a few crackers and offered it to the rat. You watched it take a few moments to investigate it before scurrying away with its new meal.
Delving deeper you heard two voices, one recognizable one not— then you heard what seemed to be an angry villager. clink clank are the sounds that start off small then seem to increase as you near the small room. Deciding to peak your head into the room, your eyes shine in awe at the sight. There stands Leon actively fighting against a ganado, with the help of the other man, with the chains that attached to his wrists. ‘Damn he’s so fine’ you thought as you bit your lip, eyes following Leon’s form with every twitch and movement. Deciding enough is enough, you quickly made your way to the ganado, angrily gripping his head as you snapped his neck; a huff falling from your lips.
Leon and Luis were both frozen in shock at how you just came into the room and killed the ganado as if it was a bug. “Sweetheart? Why are you so drenched in blood?” Leon asked, moving towards you as Luis took this as the time to grab the key and slip away. “Adios!” you both heard from down the hall. Shaking his head, Leon bent down to grab the key to unlock his restraints, “Did you go to a blood bath?” Leon asked with a small laugh, rubbing his sore wrists. “Yeah I willingly took a blood bath cause someone wanted to run ahead without me” You said as you jabbed your finger into his chest, a pout forming on your face. “Had me worried as fuck…” you muttered out looking down at the floor.
Leon, despite you being drenched in blood, pulled you in for a hug; his body pressed tightly against yours in attempts to ease your worries. “I’m sorry my love, I just don’t want you getting hurt..” he softly said as he cupped your cheeks, looking into your eyes. Leon knew better than to do that, to leave you alone during this mess like how you were alone back in Raccoon City. A small “I’m so sorry” left his lips as he pressed a kiss to your lips in attempts to kiss away your fears. As you pulled back, you saw the regret clearly plastered on Leon’s face as you couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Let’s go pretty boy, we have a VIP to save” You said with a smile as you pat his chest, leading him hand in hand to where his gear was. Leon may be stubborn and hard headed when it comes to his actions, but at least you know he means well— even if it leads you to a blood bath.
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Hi! I saw your request for resident evil requests, and I have an idea for Leon, if you’re open to it.
I was thinking of it being with re9 Leon, but you can pick. But the idea is that Leona and the reader are partners or coworkers of some kind, and one day the reader is take by Umbrella and goes missing. Leon searches for them nonstop but never finds them, and then months or years later, maybe this bit could be around re9, he finds them in and Umbrella lab or outpost, clearly having been experimented on. They’re still human to some extent, still conscious and capable of making decisions, but definitely experimented on with one of the virus strands, and Leon helps them escape. Could be romantic or pre-relationship
Hi there anon !
This is such a fun fic/headcannon request ! I haven’t finished playing RE9, so I’m gonna base this on pre-RE9 Leon !
"This time, it will be different"
Paring: pre-RE9 Leon Kennedy x gender neutral! reader
Summary: One turn, all it took was one turn for you and Leon to be separated. Two turns was all it took for Leon to hear you screaming his name as you got taken away. Three turns was all it took for Leon to not see you, his sunshine, for an unknown amount of time.
Tags: Angst, Fluff, Mutual pinning, And they were coworkers, Coworkers to lovers, Experimentation, Self-hatred from both parties, Mentions of depression from both parties, Forced drug usage, Body modifications
A/N: IloveangstIloveangstIloveangst I'm so sorry if this turned out a lot darker than I intended but we ball !
"LEON!"
Your scream plagued Leon's mind every second of every minute of every hour and day. Not seeing you every day sent him into a never-ending hell that was worse than the horrors he dealt with on a daily basis. The one person who made life a tad bit more worth living was nowhere to be found, and Leon felt helpless. It all started when you and Leon were assigned a mission to go check out a “supposedly abandoned” Umbrella lab. You both had your doubts once you learned more about the mission. Nothing dealing with Umbrella was ever truly abandoned.
Everyone knew you and Leon were inseparable despite how cold you were to each other at the beginning. What was once one-word conversations with each other had turned into full-on conversations that could last for hours on end. It was painfully obvious that you and Leon harbored romantic feelings for each other, quick glances being shared, lingering touches, and hugs that were too long for friends to have. You two were attached at the hip, yet despite all that, you two never really crossed that line together. It was too risky to cross that line and potentially give anyone that advantage against you two.
Leon to this day curses that mission. He hates himself daily for not being able to go back and redo that mission; he hates himself even more cause he can’t seem to save you from wherever you may be. Everyone who has ever interacted with Leon after that mission swears that he’s snappier, meaner, and always has a look of heartbreak etched onto his features as he struggles to cope with what happened 2 years ago. Anyone could tell that the one and only, the star of the show, Leon S. Kennedy, was depressed and at his lowest.
“Fuck this..” Leon muttered to himself as he grumbled all the way to his car. Once he was inside, he ran his hands over his face. Anger bubbled in his veins; he swore he was seeing red. With a groan, Leon decided it was best to hit the top of his dashboard with the side of his fist. “It's an Umbrella lab.. it's always fucking Umbrella,” he said to himself. The drive to this Umbrella lab was long and boring, just like any of his recent missions. Before your disappearance, the car rides to missions- if y'all didn't have to fly- were some of the best times for you and Leon to bond without any interruptions from anyone. It was just you, him, and Leon's cheesy one-liners that either sent you into a laughing fit or made you shake your head and hit his arm.
Being alone in a car was torture for Leon; it forced him to sit there and think of the past as he drove. It made him think of what ifs, questions without answers, hypothetical situations, and you. Every single thing in his life pointed back to you-- the one weakness he didn't like to admit he had. Leon hated car rides now.
Leon had pulled up to an empty plot of land and stared at it for a long time. With a long and deep sigh, he got out of the car and began doing the usual when it came to his missions-- run around, gather supplies, look around, do some puzzles, and repeat. After what felt like hours of searching, but was in reality around 20 minutes, a disguised hatch opened. "Thank goodness," he muttered to himself as he made his way down the ladder into the underground facility. "I'm so tired of these damn labs," Leon grumbled to himself. Normally, he would hear you follow up with "Tell me about it," which would make the lab search a little more bearable.
The lab search was nothing that was out of the ordinary for Leon, zombies around the corner, a hideous monster to his left, notes about experiments on humans and animals scattered throughout the rooms. The typical scenes at an Umbrella laboratory. As Leon continued his search through the lab, he would occasionally stop to look back at the previous notes, checking for things they may have in unison; there wasn't much, but there was one thing that was repeatedly mentioned. "The special one". Leon was curious as to what this "special one" was, and mentally prepared himself to potentially deal with it if it was roaming the halls with him. Roaming deeper into the building, he began finding more experimentation notes on this "special one", whether it be logs about its behavioral patterns, its emotional state, or notes of how the experimenting went with this thing.
'09 June 2018,
The special one, also known as subject L, was exposed to a new virus today. Its emotional state was at its lowest in a while. After the exposure to the ███████, the subject began to weep as it moved to the corner, clawing at its own skin as if taking off its skin would free it. Behavior-wise, subject L was unwilling to cooperate with the experiments. ███████████ was administered to the subject in an attempt to get it to cooperate. Subject L was persuaded soon afterwards. Another planned exposure to ███████ will happen soon. Dr. Anderson will record the data.'
Leon could hardly believe what he was reading, and internally, he could only hope the subject was either dead so it could rest in peace. He wandered down many halls that seemed like a never-ending maze to Leon as he finally made it to a final room. The room had a warning sign hung on the door, and above it, there was a plaque. "Subject L - Top personnel only allowed," he read before letting out a "tsk". "Sorry, subject L, I gotta enter your domain," Leon said softly as he cautiously opened the door. The room was dark, and the only thing Leon could hear was crying. In the search for a light switch, he had accidentally dropped some things, causing the thing in the room to jump and get scared. "Who's there!?" he heard a panicked voice say. Leon didn't respond, but the moment he turned on a set of lights, he was blinded by tons of lights. After his eyes adjusted, he dropped his weapon and stood there. The last thing he expected to be in the other half of the room, which was filled with water, was staring back at him with wide eyes.
There you were, his one love, staring at him with your hands to your chest. You no longer had any legs, as they were now replaced with some type of flesh-looking fish tail. You had gills now and webbed fingers. Your gorgeous face that Leon loved to stare into was now somewhat filled with eyes from the top of the right side of your forehead to the mid-right cheek that looked in the same direction as your main right eye did. "Leon...?" you questioned. You couldn't tell if this was another experiment or if he was truly there looking back at you. "Y/N...?" Leon croaked out, unsure if this was a trick or not-- he wanted this to be a bad dream, a nightmare that he could wake up from. "Oh my god, Leon!" You cried out as you swam towards him, tears gathering in your eyes as you let out a choked sob against the glass. Leon ran towards the glass, pressing his hands against it. "Love, what did they do to you?!" Leon questioned as his eyes trailed over your form, a look of horror filling his face. You were quick to notice his expression as you tried to hide the majority of your body from his sight.
You hated Umbrella to your core for what they did to you; you couldn't stand to look at yourself anymore. You had become what you hunted for a living, a bioweapon. You thought you were used to the horrified, but also satisfied looks the Umbrella scientist would give you, but nothing prepared you for the look Leon had on his face right now. "On the last mission we worked together-- the moment we got separated, Umbrella captured me and experimented on me with a new virus strand, I don't know its name or where it came from, but they wanted to make bioweapons that worked underwater, creatures like mermaids and mermen," you said to Leon who made sure to capture it all on recording so he could report back on this. "They did so many experiments on me Leon.. and when I wouldn't cooperate, they would drug me with something that caused hallucinations, for me it would be images of you telling me it's okay and that it was for science. I knew you'd never tell me that-- but you just can't resist it," you muttered out.
Leon could still only look at you in horror, no longer from the body modifications that had happened to you, but from all that you had to experience. "I hate myself now, Leon, I look and feel hideous... please just take me out of my misery," he heard you say softly, and his heart shattered. The one love he had was in front of him, actively suffering, and was now a shell of who they once were. Your eyes didn't shine like before-- they were dull and full of fear. Going against his mission to dispose of all subjects and bioweapons, Leon grabbed a nearby tank to put onto a dolly and began to fill it with water. Confused, you began to watch Leon's movements before it hit you what he was about to do. "Leon, no-- work will kill you if you take me back home, I'm considered a bioweapon now--" you squeaked out, eyes going wide as Leon shushed you from the other side of the glass. Leon had never shushed you before, so in an attempt not to make him mad, you went quiet as you watched.
The devil worked hard, but Leon worked harder cause in what felt like 2 minutes Leon had a mini fish tank set up for you. "Love, can you be out of water?" Leon asked as you nodded, while you were now part fish, you were still part human. Swimming to the door to let you out, you motioned for Leon to help you open the door; he wasted no time running to that door and practically broke it off its hinges as he swung it open. Flopping out like a seal, you lay on the floor looking up to Leon. Tears flooded your eyes as you hugged his legs, broken sobs leaving your lips as you clung to him. Leon, after a few seconds, fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around your body, his own tears falling against your skin. You both cried in each other's arms, whispering words of adoration and longing falling from both of your lips like prayers. "I'm so sorry for saying it so late, but I love you," Leon mumbled as he pressed a kiss to your lips. "I love you too, thanks for not giving up on me," you said against his lips as you kissed him back.
Yours and Leon's love and living situations were going to be changing in some ways more than others, but it was a risk you both wished to take. Now, you and Leon just had to find the exit to this lab and get back to his car, but this time he wouldn't be going back alone, not with you back at his side.
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Just was thinking of short drabbles while I work on another request !
Imagine re2 Leon running the front desk of RPD for a few minutes while the main receptionist has to go do another task; it’s quiet and calm he thinks as he smiles to himself. That peace is short lived as someone comes barging in, a young individual who seems to be in a frenzy, “Officer! Officer! Someone killed my best friend!” you cry out, eyes wide and bloodshot as if you haven’t slept. Leon was about to take your words seriously until he started hearing you go into details about it. Your friend had their head smashed in but somehow is still alive? His hand got cut off but he was able to re-attach it and still have it function? That wasn’t making sense to Leon, so he just let you ramble.
Days later there was Leon again at the front desk, doodling on a sticky note as once again the doors to the RPD opened. Leon saw you awkwardly shuffle towards the front desk, he chuckled at the horror that struck your face for a few seconds as you recognized him. “No deaths today?” he joked, as you shook your head. “I’m so sorry— I brought y’all some treats as a apology for what I did— who knew I was dreaming” You sheepishly said, embarrassment evident in your tone and body language. You felt like an utter fool when you realized what you had done— in front of a hot officer no less!
“We will happily take these treats as an apology, but I think you going on a date with me will fully let me slide this under the rug” He said with a smile, writing his number down on a extra sticky note to hand to you. “A date? Why a date?” you questioned, trying to ignore your racing heartbeat. “Cause what fool would pass up the opportunity to ask someone who left such a lasting impression while also being their type out? Hm?” he said, laughing afterwards. Seconds later you both heard his name be called on his walkie talkie that was on his hip. “Duty calls talk to you later!” he said as he walked off deeper into the building, leaving you there stunned and in awe from his charm
You called Leon that night, and you called him every night from now on.
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Pairing: switch! Piers Nivans x switch! gender neutral reader
Summary: After learning about Piers' little to no history in the romance field, while also being his first major relationship, you decide to take it upon yourself to show him what he's been missing this entire time
Tags: 18+ content - Minors do NOT interact, Established relationship, Fluff, Smut, Marking/Hickeys, Praise, Handjob, Blowjob, Deep throating, Penetrative sex, Unprotected sex - do not do this irl!, Overstimulation, Milking, Riding !!!!!
A/N: First Piers fic ! I apologize if he’s a little OOC but I tried my best, I also kinda made him not have long relationships prior to this fic due to it fitting my theme ! This was a request so thank you anon, you didn’t specify a gender so I just went with gen. neutral reader. This is for us Piers lovers, we rise at dawn !
CLANK
The spoon you were holding as you ate from your personal little tub of ice cream had fallen from your grasp and landed on your kitchen counter. You? You were frozen in place, your eyes wide, your mouth agape. Your boyfriend, Piers? He stared right at you with a confused look on his face as he did a small shrug. Moments earlier, Piers decided it was the perfect time to tell you that you were his first serious relationship with anyone. Piers had told you about his very small amount of history that he had previously, when it came to romantic and sexual relations, but he never mentioned you being the first.
"So- let me get this straight, my love, before me the longest "relationship" that you had was a month, and she left you cause you didn't want to get married in a month?" you questioned, cleaning your now dirty spoon in the sink. "Yeah, pretty much that's it," Piers said with another shrug as he moved to go sit on the couch in your living room. "And the rest of your 'relationships' were just flings and one-night stands?" you continued to question, earning you another small "mhmm" from your boyfriend as he munched on his bag of chips. Currently, you and Piers have surpassed all of his flings and "relationships" combined. You and Piers had "coincidentally" met at a bar that Chris chose, and "coincidentally" forgot that he had invited you both on the same night. On top of that, Chris had "coincidentally" run into Leon that same night at the bar and suddenly had to leave, which left you and Piers equally confused as to why Chris had left themselves with a stranger.
Piers was the one to break the ice, hitting you with the usual "hi, uhm, can I buy you a drink— I'm Piers by the way, Piers Nivans." Piers managed to say as he held out his hand to shake, internally wincing at his movements. He couldn't lie, you were his type, he'll give Chris that, but leaving him alone with you? He was suffering. With a small chuckle, you found his awkwardness pretty cute. You barely reached forward, shook his hand, and flashed him a smile. "It's nice to meet you, Piers. I'm Y/N, and I'd love a drink," you said softly. You both had talked for the majority of the night, getting to know each other, learned about each other's backstories, and learned how you both ended up meeting Chris. Needless to say, you and Pierse had hit it off pretty well, eventually going on a few "hangouts" as "friends." It took Piers nearly 2 whole months of just asking you to "hang out" almost every weekend to finally "grow a pair," in Chris's words, to ask you out and become his significant other.
Fast forward to now, 1 year since Piers asked you out, and you both were happy in each other's presence. A good 8/10 times, you were either in your home together or his, it was extremely rare to see you two alone without the other nearby. You couldn’t lie— Piers was everything that someone would want in a lover, he was loyal, hardworking, sweet, and great at making you feel better when you felt down. With Piers, you won the jackpot. Today, it was a stay-at-home date night in your apartment. Piers had come over with a box of pizza in one hand, a pack of sodas to drink, and his backpack, which was filled with clothes and what he deemed as “necessities”. Dinner was fun as you both nearly choked watching cartoons together, laughs being released in loud bursts every now and then, and bashful kisses and cuddles were happening every now and then. A few kisses led to a few questions which then lead to where you are now. Once you finished washing your small amount of dishes, you made your way over to Piers, plopping down next to him as you curled up against him. He looked down at you and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
“Piers love,” you started, trailing a hand up and down his chest lightly; Piers shuddered at the feeling. “I know you spoil me a lot- I love and appreciate it too, but has anyone ever spoiled you before?” you asked, head tilting to the side as you watched your boyfriend shake his head no. “No not ever really, never kinda asked for it either- why?” He questioned, his own curiosity and nerves killing the cat in this situation. You wanted to show him what it’s like to be spoiled and cared for, to know what it feels like to be desired in all shapes and forms, to rock his world and turn it upside down.
“Oh.. nothing just thinking about how you’re the best boyfriend ever and how I think you deserve only the best” you said as you moved some hair from his forehead, smiling up at him, feigning a sense of innocence. You made a plan in your head and you were gonna commit. “And if you’re the best you deserve to be cared for especially for all that you do at work n’all” you added, moving to straddle his lap. It was now his turn to go wide eyed and mouth agape as his hands flew to your waist as yours did to his shoulders for support. You leaned in, pressed a kiss to his lips and decided to stay there, mumbling against his lips “C’mon lover boy lets get you into the bath so I can treat you to a relaxing and fun night” you mumbled before getting off of him and walking towards your bathroom. Piers was stunned, but damn was he excited.
Quickly, Piers followed you into the bathroom and nearly died right there at the sight of you only in your undergarments, sitting on the edge of your shower, preparing a warm bath for him; candles and dim lighting surrounding the bathroom now. He didn’t know if he wanted to cry or pass out in this moment honestly. “Oh babe you didn’t have to” is what he said towards you as if he wasn’t stripping himself naked as he spoke. Piers waited for your signal to get into the bath, a groan falling from his lips as he sank into the warm water, the heat feeling great for his sore muscles. “Babe come in, join me” Piers said in a blissed out state, head resting back as he closed his eyes. You could only laugh in response as you fully undressed yourself and got into the tub as well, bodies pressing against each other in all the best ways. Laughter and kisses could be heard from your bathroom, smiles on both yours and Piers’ faces as you washed his hair and he did yours. At one point Piers tried to do a bubble mustache, which caused you to have a laughing fit and vise versa. To say it was just a fun bath would be an understatement.
Once you both were done you had gotten out of the bath first, quickly grabbing your towel to dry yourself off and grab a nearby robe that you had previously set out for you and your lover. “Whenever you’re ready your robe is here for you” you said into the open air while you dried your hair. A small “mhmm” came from Piers as he laid in the tub for a few more seconds only to get out a few seconds later to drain the water and get dry. He looked at the black robe you left for him and whistled causing you to snort from your bedroom, “Woah, silk robe for me babe? We’re fancy now?” you hear Piers say from the bathroom. After a few “oh fucks!” and a bit of clashing and clanging from the bathroom, there stood Piers in all his glory at the entrance to your bedroom; the biggest smirk on his face as if he didn’t just cause a mess in your bathroom.
Piers was met with the sight of you sitting on the edge of the bed, legs crossed in front of you as you motioned for him to lay down, “Let me give you a massage, tonights all about you love” you said to him, not really expecting for him to book it to your bed and lay down all spread out like a starfish. You leaned down and pressed a few loving kisses to his lips, admiring everything about him in the process. To make the process easier you undid his robe, allowing yourself to see his naked body once again; earning you a “damn babe didn’t know you wanted me that badly” from him. You moved to once again straddle Piers’ lap, but this time you were facing away from him as you began to massage his thighs and calfs for a good while— especially since you knew with his job he was standing and on his feet a lot. With a satisfied smile you turned around to face him, the look of relaxation and bliss on Piers’ face sent you over the moon.
To tease him a bit, you rolled your hips over his slowly not once but twice, soft hisses fell from Piers’ lips as he opened his eyes to look at you. “You— you’re such a tease” he huffed out as you laughed and began to massage his shoulders, arms, and hands. “You look so handsome.. it’s unfair” you said softly, running your hands over his chest as you admired your boyfriend. It wasn’t the first time you’ve admired him before and hell it won’t be the last. Letting Piers close his eyes for a second, you shuffled a bit and took off your robe, throwing it on the floor ready to be forgotten about. You leaned forwards to press your chest against his, moving your head to press kisses from his jaw all the way to his neck, biting and sucking lightly on his skin. “Babe let me-“ he said but you quickly cut him off before he could speak another word, “No Piers, you will not do all the work tonight, it’s my turn to spoil you” you commanded. Piers opened his mouth to say something, but raised his hands up in a surrender and shut his mouth just as fast— he doesn’t know what switch in you flipped but he was grateful for it.
You kissed down from his neck all the way down to his chest, murmuring words of praise as you did so. “pretty boy” “you’re so perfect” “god I love you”’s are all phrases that Piers could hear from you that were sending him into a spiral. As you kissed down his body, your hands traveled along his sides, his hips, anywhere that you could reach in order to hear the soft sighs of building pleasure that were falling from your boyfriend’s lips. Once you got to his pelvis, a devious thought bubbled in your mind, the urge to mark him becoming a need more-so than a want. Giving into your desires you began to suck and bite on an area of skin, making sure a hickey would form. “All mine~” you said to yourself happily, and Piers just stared at you in a mix of shock and awe. He needed to marry you asap. Piers let out a low moan when he felt your hand wrap around his cock and do a few slow pumps, he loved when you gave him hand or blowjobs. Smiling up at your lover, you moved your hand faster occasionally loosening and tightening your grip to add variety in your movements, watching his body twitch and writhe in pleasure as more moans and groans left his lips.
Deciding you wanted to please him some more, you lowered your head to kitten lick the tip of his cock a few times before taking his entire length into your mouth, “Oh fuck—! god babe..” Piers moaned out, his hand reaching out to caress your head as his eyes rolled back. The way you were bobbing your head, along with the movements of your tongue had Piers seeing stars. With each moan and groan you that you heard it only urged to you to continue to please him more, forcing your body to ignore the urge to gag you did your best to deep throat him, moaning around his cock to add some vibrations to the mix. Piers was pretty vocal in bed, you were used to it— but the amount of noise he was making now was far beyond the usual. “My love—! I’m so…I’m gonna!” you heard him cry out just as you felt him twitching in your mouth as his moans grew higher in pitch- he was close to cumming, but you didn’t want him to cum there no you wanted it inside. Taking your head off of his dick, you pumped him for a few more moments, almost immediately Piers wanted to sit up and please you as well but you let out a “tsk” and shook your head.
Getting off of the bed you went to your bedside drawer and grabbed a bottle of lube, you smiled at Piers who- in return- gave you a lopsided smile back. Once you were back on the bed you opened the lube and applied it to your entrance and you even put some on Piers’s cock for the extra fun of watching him shudder at the cold sensation. Grabbing his cock gently you lined him up with your entrance and sank down onto him slowly as you both moaned in unison. “Piers—! oh my god…ah fuck..” you moaned out as you began to bounce on his cock at a steady pace at first. The tiny bit of control that you felt you had was slowly starting to slip away with each bounce that you did, Piers was honestly no better in this case. His eyes were wide as he watched you ride him as if he was your own personal dildo, his hands gripped at your waist, rubbing occasional circles on them as nonstop moans and groans came out of him. “Ah..! God just like that babe fuck me more” Piers cried out as he gripped your waist a bit tighter once he felt you clench down on him. With each bounce you did, hot waves of pleasure ran down his spine.
You were so proud of yourself, looking at how Piers became so undone quickly when all it took was some head and bouncing on his dick. “Ah! does it.. feel good babe? I feel so— fucking good~!” you moaned out as you began to fuck yourself on him faster; occasionally rolling your hips to enhance yours and his pleasure. “Gonna..! Fuck I’m gonna cum!” is all Piers can manage to speak out— somehow gaining the strength to still your movements for a second as his body twitched under you. In unison you both let out a long moan as he came, you could feel the hot spurts of cum shooting inside. Being the good lover you are, you stilled your movements to let him ride out his high for a few seconds, but you weren’t done. You were far from done. Piers let out a shocked cry as you began to move your hips once more, continuing your fast pace from earlier, “babe-!?” he choked out as he threw his head back, the overstimulation taking over his senses. He didn’t expect you to keep going, but who was he to say no to pleasure?
You had a smile on your face as you kept up your constant pace while riding Piers, the both of your hands now interlocked as you both held onto each other for support. Your legs were burning but you couldn’t care when the pleasure that had you seeing stars outperformed the pain. “Baby- I’m gonna cum again-“ Piers started as you frantically nodded your head, “Please! Piers- oh fuck me too, cum with me my love” you babbled out, a string of moans and curses falling from your lips as you quickened your pace. Not even 2 minutes later you and Piers stilled as pleasure overcame every fiber of y’alls beings. As you came you clenched down on Piers some more which lead to him crying out once more; seconds later another round of cum was inside you. Piers could only nervously chuckle at the sight of your eyes and smirk as he knew you both weren’t done yet.
Another round turned into four and four turned into five— a cockdrunk smile on your face as you continued to ride Piers, who was by now shooting blanks as he could barely form a sentence by this point. You had successfully rode him to a point he was drunk off of y’alls sex, milked him dry, covered him in hickeys, and made him feel like the only man on earth. Piers wouldn’t want it any other way and he looked forward to the day he got to return the favor.
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