Imnotfinedaddy

Sexy and horny 🤘(18+)

[sunnydilaurentis]

to take away the pain | found family au

summary: in which nobody realises how much of the group's heart y/n holds until she's the one lying in a hospital bed instead of taking care of everyone else.

notes: thank you so much for this very sweet request, i loved writing it! seriously this group owns my whole heart. i love them. i love them. i love them <3

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the first sign that something was wrong was the fact that you didn't answer your phone. normally, that wouldn't mean much. people missed calls all the time.

except you always answered your phone, or at the very least, sent a text.

especially when it was allie calling, which was why the third unanswered call made something uncomfortable settle low in her stomach, a feeling she couldn't quite explain.

"that's weird."

grace glanced up from where she was sitting across the table at the coffee shop, "what?"

"y/n isn't answering her phone."

sabrina frowned, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "maybe she's taking a nap?"

allie was already shaking her head. "she texted me forty minutes ago."

allie tries calling you again, however to her dismay it goes straight to voicemail, and the knot in her stomach tightens.

twenty minutes later she's outside your shared dorm, digging through her purse for the keys. the door has barely opened before allie's stomach sinks.

you hadn't even made it to your room. you were curled up on the couch in the common area, one of the throw blankets dragged haphazardly over your legs.

for a second you don't even seem to notice she's there. your head is tipped back against the cushions, eyes squeezed shut, one arm wrapped tightly around your stomach. every instinct in allie's body starts screaming.

she knew instantly that something was wrong. you looked awful. completely, genuinely awful.

pale enough to make allie's chest tighten, your face pinched with pain, your breathing shallow and uneven. one hand was pressed so tightly against your stomach that your knuckles had gone white, like letting go for even a second might somehow make it worse.

"jesus christ," allie breathes, dropping her bag by the door. "y/n?"

your eyes crack open slightly at the sound of her voice, and somehow, seeing the tears already gathering in your eyes makes allie feel even worse.

you try to smile, but the minimal action looks painful, like even moving the muscles in your face takes effort.

"hi."

the greeting comes out weak, barely above a whisper and allie's stomach drops even further, because this isn't you.

you're the person who talks with your hands, who fills every silence, who somehow manages to find something funny in every situation.

even when you're sick, especially when you're sick.

right now you sound exhausted.

drained.

like simply getting that one word out had cost you energy you didn't have to spare. "oh my god," allie says immediately, crossing the room.

"you look terrible."

a breath that might have been a laugh leaves you, or maybe a wince, it's hard to tell.

"thank you."

"i'm serious." she drops into a crouch beside the couch, one hand immediately finding your forehead.

"jesus, you're burning up."

your eyes close again. "i don't feel very good."

the understatement is so ridiculous that it would almost be funny if you didn't look like you were about thirty seconds away from passing out.

"what happened?"

"nothing."

"y/n."

you let out a slow breath. "my stomach hurts."

allie stares. you stare back for approximately two seconds before abruptly folding forward, one hand shooting toward the edge of the couch as your eyes squeeze shut.

the sound that leaves you isn't quite a gasp, isn't quite a groan, just pain.

raw and immediate.

allie's heart practically stops, she'd never seen you like this before.

you were the girl who powered through migraines, the girl who submitted assignments with fevers, the girl who insisted she was fine when she very clearly wasn't. seeing you unable to sit upright feels wrong. incredibly, undeniably wrong.

"we're going to the hospital."

"allie-"

"hospital."

"it's probably nothing."

"you literally can't sit up."

"that's dramatic."

allie gestures toward your current position. "you're folded in half, y/n."

you glance down at yourself, consider it, before nodding once. "okay."

a pause.

"maybe only a little dramatic."

-

twenty minutes later the pair were sitting in emergency. allie was drafting out a text to garrett, her fingers shaking.

allie

something's wrong with y/n

i'm taking her to the hospital

don't panic but maybe panic a little

the response came back in less than ten seconds.

garrett

fuck

which hospital

i'm coming

garrett had been halfway through lunch with the boys when the message from allie arrived. one second he was listening to logan argue with dean about something completely ridiculous and the next he was on his feet, chair scraping loudly against the floor.

everyone immediately stopped talking.

dean frowned.

"what?"

garrett was already reaching for his keys.

"y/n is in the hospital."

silence. absolute silence.

"what?"

"why?"

"what happened?"

"which hospital?"

"was there an accident?"

the questions came all at once and garrett didn't have any answers. somehow that was the worst part, because if he knew what was wrong maybe he could handle it.

instead all he had was a text message.

something's wrong.

hospital.

don't panic.

which was exactly the sort of message guaranteed to make him panic.

"i'm driving."

dean was already standing, “we're all coming"

-

by the time they arrived at the hospital sabrina and grace had too, sitting beside allie, waiting.

nobody looked relaxed, nobody looked okay.

the harsh fluorescent lights washed everyone out. the waiting room smelled faintly of coffee, antiseptic and exhaustion. people came and went, televisions murmured quietly overhead, time seemed to move strangely.

too slow, and yet too fast all at once.

dean had started pacing approximately fourteen seconds after arriving.

he hadn't stopped since.

back and forth. back and forth. wearing an invisible path into the hospital floor.

at some point he'd walked such a precise route between the reception desk and the vending machines that the nurse behind reception had started glancing up automatically every time he passed.

every now and then he'd drag a hand through his hair, ask if there were any updates, receive the same answer, before starting to pace again.

logan had bought six coffees, nobody drank them. they sat untouched on a nearby table, slowly going cold.

tucker had six different tabs open on his phone, every single one worse than the last.

"apparently if it ruptures-"

"tucker."

"what?"

"shut up."

"okay."

thirty seconds later.

"apparently recovery time-"

"tucker."

"right. i've got it, sorry"

garrett hadn't said much, which somehow worried everyone more.

he sat with his elbows on his knees and a folded information sheet in his hands. the nurse had given it to him forty minutes ago, he'd read it immediately, then read it again, and again, and again.

by now the edges had started to crease beneath his fingers while tiny white lines appeared where he'd folded and unfolded the paper too many times.

not because he was learning anything new, but because reading it felt better than doing nothing.

because doing nothing, and sitting in the waiting room helpless felt impossible, because every second he wasn't sitting right by your side looking at you felt wrong.

-

the thing nobody talks about later is the surgery.

or the diagnosis.

or even the fact that it had been appendicitis.

what everyone remembers is seeing you in the hospital room. that was the moment it became real.

the moment they finally saw you, hospital blanket wrapped around your shoulders despite the fact it wasn't cold.

hair messy, face pale.

hospital bracelet hanging loosely around your wrist, eyes glassy from exhaustion and pain medication.

small. you looked impossibly small.

for a second nobody moved. they'd all been imagining it, the hospital was abstract when it existed in a text message.

in updates from allie, in worried phone calls, in unanswered questions.

it was something happening somewhere else, something they couldn't quite picture.

but now, it wasn't abstract anymore.

there you were. curled beneath a blanket, one arm wrapped protectively around your stomach. you looked exhausted, fragile. smaller than any of them had ever seen you and suddenly it became terrifying, because this wasn't right.

this wasn't you.

you were supposed to be the person carrying snacks in your handbag for everyone else, the person forcing garrett to eat breakfast before practice, the person who somehow always noticed when somebody's smile looked a little forced.

the person who checked in, constantly, who remembered things, who took care of people. you were never supposed to be the person sitting in a hospital bed trying not to cry.

allie sat beside you, one hand wrapped tightly around yours. garrett was on the other side, not sitting, standing, like if he sat down something bad might happen.

every few seconds his eyes would scan your features.

checking. still there, still breathing, still okay.

or as okay as you could be.

he hadn't let go of your hand once, not once. his thumb moved absently over your knuckles, like he needed the physical confirmation that you were still next to him.

the automatic doors slid open behind him. nurses came and went, phones rang, doctors crossed the corridor.

you winced, barely. just slightly, the sort of movement most people would've missed. seven heads however immediately turned towards you, the reaction so automatic it would've been funny under any other circumstance.

"you okay?"

the words come from four different people at once. you blinked, mildly startled by the attention.

"yeah."

you weren't, everyone knew you weren't. your hand remained pressed protectively against your stomach. your face still tightened every few minutes when another wave of pain rolled through, and every single time it happened somebody in the group visibly tensed with you, as though they could somehow absorb part of it if they worried hard enough.

somehow you still managed a tired smile. "you guys don't have to stay."

logan looked genuinely offended, grace scoffed, sabrina stared, tucker looked like you'd personally insulted him and dean actually stopped pacing.

which might have been the most alarming thing he'd done all night.

"seriously?"

you blinked.

"what?"

"we're obviously staying."

"dean-"

"we're staying."

simple, final.

because there had never been any other option on the table.

you looked down. "i'm okay."

the shared expression around the room suggested absolutely nobody believed you.

"you've cried four times in the last hour," sabrina said gently.

"five," grace corrected.

allie lifted her hand, "six."

"guys."

"you cried because the nurse asked if you had allergies", grace states gently.

"that wasn't why i was crying."

"baby, you cried because they brought you apple juice," garrett said softly.

your face immediately flushed. “i was overwhelmed."

"exactly. that's not helping your argument."

the tiny smile that followed was enough to make the entire group visibly relax, which seemed ridiculous.

you had noticed it. the way they were watching you, the way dean kept pacing, the way garrett wouldn't let go, the way logan's jokes had completely disappeared, the way tucker kept looking up from his phone every thirty seconds just to make sure you were still okay. for the first time all day the brave smile slipped, just slightly.

fear replacing it. raw, honest, small.

everyone noticed and suddenly the room felt quieter, because they'd never seen that expression on your face before.

not once, not ever.

you were the strong one, the steady one, the safe place. seeing fear in your eyes felt wrong in a way none of them could explain.

garrett swallowed hard, dean looked away, grace squeezed allie's shoulder and logan stared at the floor. somehow the scariest part wasn't the surgery to come. it wasn’t the hospital or appendicitis itself.

it was seeing the person who always made everybody else feel safe looking like she needed someone to make her feel safe instead, and none of them were prepared for how much that would hurt.

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In Your Sleep

☄︎ Warnings: smutty smut, orgasm delay/denial, dean being mean/teasing, flattened dawgy (pronebone), shoulder holder position (iykyk). ☄︎ Pairing: F!Reader x Dean Di Laurentis ☄︎ Rating/Genre: Mature (🔞). Smut. ☄︎ Words: 1829 ☄︎ Summary: You’re in Dean’s bed when you start having a wet dream about his best friend. Your boyfriend takes personal offence to that.

💭: need to clear my mind out with soap...🧍🏽‍♀️ if you enjoyed, please consider leaving a comment, ask, reblog etc, it means a lot xx

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When Dean walked into his room, muscles aching and hair still wet from his shower, you were fast asleep in his bed. It had become a regular occurrence from since you started dating. He’d come back home, and you’d be there waiting for him. If he came back late from training, as he did today, you’d be curled up under his sheets, completely dead to world.

The mattress dipped as he slid under the covers, immediately shifting closer to spoon you. He gently wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against his chest, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of your vanilla shampoo blended with his own body wash.

A soft smile touched his lips as you moved against him. He assumed that, even in your sleep, your body was just instinctively settling into him.

But then, you let out a soft, breathless whimper.

“Baby?” He murmured. He was sure that you were asleep, but the sudden hitch in your breathing made him pause.

You responded with another fractured sigh, your hips giving a tiny twitch back into his lap.

Dean propped himself up slightly on an elbow, hovering just enough to look down at your face in the dim light. He recognised the flush on your cheeks. He definitely knew those sounds you were making; they were the exact ones you made when he had you pinned beneath him.

Amused and instantly turned on, he leant in close to whisper in your ear, fully intending to wake you up and give a live demonstration of whatever was happening in your dream.

Before he could press his lips to your skin, your lips parted.

"Mhmm... Beau..."

Dean froze; his eyebrows flew up.

Now, he didn’t expect that.

Possessiveness ran through him, making his jaw go tight. He knew it was just a dream, something you couldn’t control. But he also couldn’t believe the audacity of you being in his bed, wearing his clothes, smelling like him, whilst moaning over another man. Especially not his best friend.

If you wanted to play games, even in your sleep, Dean was going to play too.

Burying his face in the nook of your neck, he gently bit down. “Wakey, wakey,” he sang.

The sting partially pulled you from the depths of your sleep, the worlds of dream and reality were colliding. Your eyes didn’t open, still half asleep, but your body was still feeling the physical effects of your dream.

“B-Beau?”

Feeling him behind you, you instinctively pressed your hips back into his warmth.

“Thinking about my best friend whilst you’re in my bed.” Dean tutted at you. His tone was teasing but there was a hint of unnecessary jealousy there.

Your vision was blurry as you blinked your eyes open. You were still too sleepy to feel the full weight of embarrassment, mind hazy as you let out a soft whine and moved against him again.

“Am I not fucking you right?” Dean whispered, his grip tightening on your hip. “Guess I’ll have to change that.”

“Dean,” you mumbled, trying to clear the fog from your brain as his hand slid down your belly, slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts.

His fingers found you already slick and warm. Dean let out a dry soft of cackle.

“So now you remember who I am?” His lips brushed against your earlobe, his warm breath hitching your pulse. “Practically soaking for him. In my bed. Are you kidding me right now?”

Your brain was still processing the shift from dream Beau to real Dean, there was really no competition, but it was hard to concentrate on waking up when you could feel Dean’s fingers sliding through your wet folds. You could feel his quickly hardening length rutting against your ass through his boxers.

“Dean,” you quiver, “’tis just a dream.”

“I don’t care.”

He pressed two fingers with juuuust the right amount of pressure onto your clit. He was mean with it; his fingers moving slow over your clit as he whispered filth into your ear.

It didn’t matter though, you were so worked up already, it didn’t take much from him to get you close.

“You’re almost there, aren’t you?”

You nodded, breath hitching as you felt the coil tightening in your stomach. Dean abruptly pulled his hand out of your shorts. The sudden loss of friction left you whining. Feeling unfulfilled.

“Awww, well, maybe you should ask Beau to help make you cum,” he whispered into the shell of your ear. His hand made its way up your shirt to grope your tits, his thumb rubbing over the sensitive nipple.

“Dean, please,” you sobbed, twisting your neck to look up at him. “I want you.”

“Do you?” Dean asked. His pupils were so dilated that swallowed most of the blue of his eyes. “Because it wasn’t my name you were begging for two minutes ago.”

He didn’t give you time to answer. He threw the duvet off of you both before pushing you to lie flat on your back.

Grabbing the hem of your shirt, he pulled it up and over your head in fluid motion before helping you to wiggle out of your shorts. He kicked out of his boxers and straddled your legs.

Not that you hadn’t seen him naked many a time before, but the way his dick looked now, thick, hard, and flushed a dark pink, made your mouth run dry.

“Like what you see?” He asked, cocky as hell.

“I love what I see,” you said, not taking your eyes off of his leaking tip.

“Still thinking about Beau?”

Now until he brought it up you weren’t, memories of Beau were long gone now. “No,” you said honestly. “I’m thinking about you fucking me into this mattress.”

He hummed in approval and then flipped you onto your stomach, lifting your hips to slide a pillow under there.

He moved a hand back between your thighs, his fingers working you with a relentless rhythm that had you arching off of the pillow and back into him. You cried out, pleasure building up within you so quickly that it made your head spin. But, just before you could reach the edge, he pulled back again and held your hips up to stop you from seeking friction against the pillow.

“Ngh- Dean, I- I- Please!”

When he let go of your hips, you feel down onto the mattress. His weight quickly pressed against you, the tip of his length teasing your soaking hole. “Tell me who is taking care of you?”

“Dean,” you sobbed into the pillow, your fingers gripping the bedsheets. “You. Only you.”

“Now and forever, don’t you forget that.”

Dean rubbed the tip against your entrance the he slowly eased himself in. Your walls immediately started clamping around him, trying to hold him there.

He chuckled as he pulled out of you. “So desperate.”

“For you, only for you.”

He kissed the back of your neck as he drove into you fully this time. The overwhelming fullness made you gasp.

Each stroke hit your sweet spot; your body drowned in ecstasy. You were warm all over, the heat of him on your back and every vein within you on fire.

Your moans were just gasps, brain unable to form a coherent thought.

“Louder,” he whispered into your ear, his sweat dripping onto your back. “I want you to wake up the whole house and let them know whose pussy this is.”

“It’s yours, Dean,” You managed out.

You nearly wept when he suddenly slid out of you, the cool air hitting your skin without the heat of him on you.

“Don’t worry, baby.” His voice sounded so wrecked, and you felt more wetness rush out of you. “I’m done teasing.”

He flipped you to your back, impatiently shoving the pillow aside.

Lifting both your legs, he gathered them together and draped them over his right shoulder. As he leant forward, the movement forced your knees up towards your face and your hips to rise slightly off of the mattress. His arms caged you in, leaving you feeling trapped but oh so safe.

He kept his eyes on you the entire time, tracking your breath as he eased into you again. As he pushed inside, your hands flew down to grip the backs of his thighs, nails digging into his skin as the angle pressed him impossibly deeper than before.

Sweat rolled down his neck and his hair clung to his forehead as he slammed his hips into you. He was a man on a mission, each trust deliberately angled to have you seeing stars.

“Are you going to let me cum?” You asked, fully prepared to beg if the answer was no.

“If you’re loud enough for me.”  

You desperately moaned his name over and over again, sure that anyone in the vicinity could hear you.

“Ok, cum for me.” His hand pressed at your clit again, and it only took one swipe for the first waves of your orgasm to take over your body.

He watched your mouth fell open, eyes rolled back, and body arched as your orgasm hit you in full force. Feeling you clench around him, the last of his resolve broke. His hands came to grip the bedsheets as he buried himself as deep as he could go, giving you a few frantic thrusts.   

Dean followed you over the edge relatively quickly, filling you up completely as his body jerked against yours. He stayed buried in you while he caught his breath, his hair still dripping sweat onto you.

When he finally shifted, sliding out of you with a satisfied groan, your hole clenched at the loss. He sat back on his knees, chest still heaving from the effort of completely erasing his best friend from your mind.

An intensely smug smile broke out across his face as he watched thick white cum roll down you, he liked watching it, like his own personal stamp on you.

“Come here,” you whined, lifting your arms up toward him. “Gimmie a kiss.”

He immediately lay next to you, pressing a trail of soft kisses across your jaw, over your lips, nose, cheeks.

Your eyes began to flutter shut, the exhaustion of your climax and the soft comfort he provided dragging you back to sleep.

“Oh, no you don’t,” he mused, grabbing your wrist and tugging you gently upright. “Get up, baby. Gotta go wash you off.”

When you fought with your eyes to keep them open, he let out a soft chuckle and effortlessly scooped you into his arms. “So thoroughly fucked that you can’t stay awake,” he whispered against your ear as he carried you toward the bathroom. “God, I’m that good.”

You faintly remembered a soft laugh and the feel of a damp cloth cleaning you up as you fell back asleep, tucked against his chest.  

[bingowithleon]

he's 3 seconds old btw

[zawija]

His shoulders and his back are SO broad... ugh!

[lacyydollette]

₊  ֹ  ˖  DEAN’S BIGGEST WEAKNESS IS YOU TUGGING ONTO HIS CHAIN ᱺㅤㅤ   ୨౿ 

dean likes being told what to do by his girl. getting bossed around. getting lectures. getting walked around like a dog.

he just can’t help it. It’s a tiny, teeny secret kink of his that he’s buried deep in his heart and never admits to anyone. not even to you.

perhaps he’s a little embarrassed in this matter? (so unlike him)

but with the way he’s so goddamn compliant around you all the time, answering 99.8% of all your requests and wishes with a simple “yes ma’am,” it gives it all away.

his roommates who lived with him for years and have gotten the opportunity to witness this every day called him things that pretty much consisted of “a whipped motherfucker” or “a goddamn rubber that bends his ass out with a simple push” and much more.

but dean didn’t mind that though. he just thought they were too single and bitter to get it.

so it was no surprise that you finally open your eyes properly and discover this secret little kink too when he was on top of you, his cock buried inside you to the hilt while you moan and writhe beneath him, begging him to move. begging him to stop with the pity pecks and kiss you properly like he always does. messy and all tongue.

and him being the teasing asshole he is just grins while shaking his head as if to punish you.

which leaves you no choice but to latch your teeth into his silver chain he has on all the time, pulling it harshly which brings his head closer to yours, and grab the nape of his neck, kissing him while arching your back, squirming underneath him anything just to get him to move.

“fuck,” he abruptly stops and slumps on top of you, his head buried into your chest. just as you’re about to ask what’s wrong, you feel the warm sticky liquid slowly running down your thighs.

as if he knows you too well and knows you’re about to tease the shit out of him, he whines out a “don’t. I’ll make it up to you all night long, baby please.”

fine. you would just have to bring it up against him during an argument.

“get to work, di laurentis.”

“yes ma’am”

masterlist

[menmadeofwarninglabels]

Girl dad Leon Kennedy

who doesn't realize he's become soft until he catches himself braiding his daughter's hair before school.

The same hands that have fired guns, broken bones, stitched wounds closed in motel bathrooms are now carefully separating strands of pink and purple ribbon because she asked for "princess braids."

And when she runs off to catch the bus, she turns back just long enough to yell, "Love you, Dad!"

Leon doesn't answer right away. He just stands on the porch watching her go.

Because there was a time in his life when he genuinely didn't think he'd live long enough to have this.

A wife making coffee in the kitchen.

A little girl with his eyes and your smile.

A life so ordinary it hurts.

The coffee is cold by the time he goes back inside.

You ask if he's okay.

And Leon just wraps an arm around your waist, presses a kiss to your temple, and says,

"Yeah."

Like he's still surprised the two of you are real.

[wolverinecore]

Captain Price / Dark Price selfies he sends you.

[noramare]

The need is biblical on how much I need this man

[bucksplum]

❝ 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 ❞

dean di laurentis x fem!reader with voyeur!allie hayes 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Allie only wanted to talk to Dean, and with an empty house like this she was not expecting the sight that greeted her.

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬: 18+ mdni; smut!!; kinda rough sex?; voyeurism. duh.; reader is a freak and she knows dean is too; lemme know if I missed any!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2k 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲: hehehe... all i can say is i need both of them. NOW.

Allie knew she asked for this.

This ridiculous sex assignment that would prove that she and Dean are not in a relationship, and prove to Sean that she wasn't completely and irrevocably in love with you.

It should've been easy, really. Hang out with somebody, let go of inhibitions and completely lose herself in the body of another person. No strings—just hot incredible sex. Joanna Maxwell made it sound so easy, and at first, it was. 

Hot guy with a fake I.D. flirts with her, she makes out with him. Then, she runs into him again outside of the bar. Complete coincidence. It was going smoothly when they arrived at his apartment; clothes were thrown off, hot mouths trailing kisses down each others throat to elevate each other's pleasure.

It started going wrong when he went to go down on her and he uttered a nickname that only you and Dean have ever called her: Princess.

After that, Allie couldn't hear anything but your voice ringing in her ears. Her need for you was so strong, it started to affect her vision too; she looked down at the guy but only saw your eyes looking up at her from between her legs. Your fingers dimpling her thighs, gripping them apart.

She squeezed her eyes shut at the sight in an effort to blink you away. But her efforts went nowhere when Carter's tongue prodded at her pussy and all she imagine was your tongue being responsible for the ministration.

The entire ordeal was torturous because the moment Carter rolled a condom on his cock and she looked up, the brunette was replaced by Dean.

She considered herself lucky when she was able to leave his apartment without screaming yours and Dean's names at the top of her lungs while coming, saving the small amount of dignity she had left when she hurriedly packed up her stuff, rushing to Hannah's showcase.

It was only until after she watched Dean almost break Hunter—who she found out was the "Carter" at the bar—did she finally decide to confront the burning ache that stayed in her gut despite her previous orgasms.

Her uncertainty of Dean being in the house quelled when she caught sight of your motorcycle parked at the driveway, having brought him home after you and Garrett managed to pull him off of Hunter.

Allie's footsteps, however, still carried hesitation.

She wondered if it was a good idea to even admit what's been on her mind. Because even though Dean just admitted that he liked "them," there was something behind his eyes that said otherwise. A flicker.

It felt weird walking up the stairs to his room. The routine secrecy all too familiar in her bones that she hesitates when she's right in front of his door, looking side to side as if the house wasn't ghostly empty.

But just as her fist was about to make contact with the door, she caught sight of Dean's writhing back through a sliver in the doorway. 

Her breath caught.

There he was.  And there you were.

Tangled in a mess of sheets, Dean's hips drive into yours, the force enough to create a rhythmic thump, thump, thumpagainst the wall. Allie watches as Dean cups the back of your neck, fingers sinking into the mess of your hair as his sweaty forehead meets your own.

She knew she should be jealous. The guy that just confessed that he wanted a serious relationship is balls deep in the person she just accepted she's in love with? She had every right to be. 

But as she watches you pant into each other's mouths, eyes never wavering from the other, she felt nothing but a jolt of arousal down her spine.

A fleeting kiss was left on your lips when you tried chasing Dean's, leaving you whimpering at the loss of his closeness until he brought those burning kisses down your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin just below your ear.

"Oh fuck me." You breathed, nosing his sweaty hair when his lips trailed the valley of your breasts.

He looked up at you with a smirk threatening to split his face, dimples already showing. "I al—shit—already am, doll." Wasting no time on your pleasure, he wrapped his bitten-red lips around one of your nipples, tongue lapping at the hardened peak.

Allie watched his hand follow the arching of your back, pressing your chest further into his mouth. As if breaking contact wasn't even a question. The blond's brows furrow as his lips turn to your other nipple, groaning against your skin when she caught sight of your legs pushing him further into you.

She shook her head, ready to leave, convinced that she was going crazy that she even stayed this long but your voice stopper her in her tracks. You whimpered at a particularly hard thrust, hand tangled in Dean's hair. 

"B-but it isn't really me you want—ahh—"

Your words almost had him faltering, but a brief flash of anger appeared in his eyes, prompting him to hold the back of your thighs against the crook of his elbows, effectively stretching you further with his girth.

"The fuck does that even—mngg-mean? Huh?" His every word accompanied a thrust into your cunt, nose flaring at the implication, though he never denies it.

"Fuck! I—" Your voice faltered to a gasp, ignoring the burning stretch of you hamstrings that would surely make itself known later, and focusing on the feeling of his tip nearly bruise your cervix. "I meant—god your fuck—cking cock—I meant, it's not just me that you—"

"Don't—"

"You fucking want Allie, don't you?" At the sound of her name, Allie's jaw dropped, leaning closer to the door, careful not to push it. The girl held her breath, eyes trained on Dean's scrunched face, and watching as it melted in surrender.

"I—you…" His voice weakened.

"Yeah, you preening—" A hiccup at Dean's hastening thrusts. "You preening fucking slut, Di Laurentis."

Confusion lined Allie's face. She expected you to recoil—given that Dean hasn't denied your sentence—but she watched as a sick and satisfied smile line your face, eyes unwavering from the man's blues.

"I want you, too." Dean pathetically argued, lips against your temple. He felt one of your hands on his ass, pushing him to a grind. "Fuuuck me—!"

"I know, Dean." You keened, cunt clenching around his twitching cock. 

The mere mention of her name enough to drive both of you close to climaxing. It was greedy. It was sick how you clenched your thighs together when her pathetic ex-boyfriend had her in bed. Sick how you imagined—wished it was you who could drive those noises and more from her.

And how disgustingly filthy it was that Allie imagined you just to fucking reach her climax while her ex boyfriend's cock was buried inside her.

You were both fucking greedy.

"But imagine her—" Your fingers pull at his blond strands, a grunt vibrating his chest at your words. "—Right here. Between us." Continuous whimpers slip past his clenched jaw, a tight coil warming his lower belly at the thought of having both his girls.

"Gah! Fuu—!" He surged forward, burying his face in your neck. Dean had felt vulnerable enough at Malone's earlier. He had let people see through the surface and thought he could hide away for a while. Fuck you—the girl that had his eyes flickering from Allie—through his mattress and complete the stupid assignment.

He made the mistake of thinking you wouldn't notice his insatiable yearning for you both.

"Don't fucking hide from me." 

His teeth, biting your flesh in an attempt to muffle his whimpers, loosened pathetically at your command, forehead finding yours once more. Groans spill from his mouth freely now, cock leaking an orgasm worthy amount of pre come the more you talked. 

The sick squelch in the air echoes the violent thumping against the wall. The following sound of wet skin slapping mixed with the intoxicating blend of Dean's woodsy scent and your bodywash had Allie's thighs clenching and her mouth watering, fingers idly hovering over her chest.

"Is this what we're—hah—do-ing? Using each other 'cause we can't have her?" Your head was getting fuzzier with every grind of his pelvis against your clit. One of your hands trail down his chest to thumb his sensitive nipples, coaxing a whine from his throat. 

"Are you fucking me the way you want to fuck her?"

The lack of bitterness in your voice and the neediness dripping from your words had a gasp tearing from Allie's lungs—she was lucky that Dean's unbridled moan covered it.

"FUCK! Wha…" The blond's hips barely parted from yours now, using his knees to shove his cock deeper into you, causing a bulge at your lower tummy. "What're you doin' to me?" He mumbled, dazed at the feeling of your warm quivering hole suffocating his cock.

"Look," You ignore him in favor of guiding his hand to the bulge in your lower belly, a gush of arousal flowing out of your cunt at his moan, causing his hips to stick to your flesh. "I'm so full of you. So fucking full, I could share you."

Dean swears he just died and went to heaven. Your filthy words mixed with your sultry breathy tone rewiring the nerve endings in his brain, clouding and consuming his mind.

"Tell me," You breathed, raking your nails down his back when his tip hit that spongy spot inside of you repeatedly. "How do you want her?"

"Huh?" Dean only looked at you dumbly, eyes glazed with his mouth parted, releasing uncontrollable groans that go straight to your—and unbeknownst to you, Allie's—core.

"Do you want to watch me eat her out? Here. On your bed, coming on my tongue while—fuck—" You gasped, growing warmer at the thought of her taste. You could feel yourself teetering over the edge, clenching around his girth, not allowing him to pull away at all.

Your pert nipples graze his chest with each thrust, the added stimulation and the thought of having Allie dripping all over you while you looked up and see her mouth wrapped around Dean's cock coaxing a strangled moan from your chest.

You feel Dean's hips falter against your own, thrusts growing sloppy at your suggestion. Your words sink into his brain, branding a permanent vision of your fingers pumping Allie's pussy violently while you ignored his pleasure.

Dean's baby blue's widen when he felt his balls tighten, thrusting harshly once, then twice before burying himself as deep as he could inside you. He refrained from burying his face against your neck, an unrestrained groan of your name resounding from his chest.

His gaze never wavers, a red hot flush running down his spine at the sight of your scrunched brows, lashes fluttering, struggling to keep your eyes open from the pleasure that rushed through your bones, flashing lights behind your eyelids. Your aching cunt flutter wildly around his cock once more before gripping him like a vice, feeling him flood your sensitive pussy with spurts of warm cum.

He thrusts a few more times, gentle now, to stretch out your orgasm, nosing at your temple before smiling against it. "You okay?"

Your stomach flipped at his dimpled smile. "Yeah," You breathlessly laugh at the sight of his hair sticking out in every direction. "'m more than okay."

"Good. I'll be right back."

You bit your lip at the feeling of him leaving your pussy, your mixed arousal dripping out of you immediately. Dean paused at the sight before cursing under his breath, running out of his room and into the bathroom with his cock still hard against his belly, making you burst out laughing.

He flipped you off before he got out of sight.

And when he came back, shoving his tongue inside your still sensitive cunt after giving you a cold water bottle, you didn't tell him about the familiar pair of eyes you caught hiding behind the sliver of his door before the figure darted away.

You definitely didn't tell him that the sight of her hand hovering dangerously close to her crotch, hooded brown eyes glazed, was what pushed you to come around his cock.

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Leon S Kennedy Character Studies - Throughout the Ages - On Top

FemReaderXLeon S Kennedy (established relationship, RE2, RE4, RE6, RE9) Work Count: Each one is roughly 1k Smut - No Minors 🔞

Just a little character study with our man Leon. Inspired by this song -- Pretty on Top

Other Ao3 Shit // More RE Fics

Warnings/Tags - SMUT, Oral, Penetration, Save a horse ride a RPD officer (i already put myself in timeout for that one...), Explicit Language, Car Sex, Questionable proofreading as it's just me and my thoughts...

RE2 Leon

Leon had just gotten home from another day of training. And you could see it immediately as he walked through the door. For his shoulders were slouched forward, his smile not there when he entered, and the bags growing under his eyes. But once he looked up and saw you, it was as if it was a new day. For his eyes brightened, his smile grew wide, and those shoulders were back in their upright spot. But no matter how often he tried to keep a positive attitude about everything, you knew just how tired he really was. So…clearly this evening would be the perfect time to try this…right?

“Hey…” you reach out for his hand, his closing around yours quickly. “Rough day?”

Leon nods, those bright blue eyes looking into yours now.

“Just one more week of this and then you’ll be an official cop. You got this.” You lean into him, a soft kiss on his lips before you find yourself pulling him a little. “But until then…I think tonight you could use a little…relaxation…this evening.”

You watch Leon’s eyes grow wide, his face a little confused as he follows your lead.

You could feel your cheeks burning, but you’ve been thinking about this…a lot. And while still early into you two living together it wasn’t like sex wasn’t happening. It was just more that sex between you two was a little…predictable. As Leon was always on top. And well…it was time to spice things up a little. Even though you were beyond nervous.

“Umm…lay down…” Your head was turned, your cheeks still as red as can be, as you try your best to lead the evening.

Leon looks at the bed then back to you, “Little late for a nap don’t you think?”

You bite your lip, “That’s not…”

Leon tries to look at you, but you keep turning your head, “Did you want to cuddle? Because I should shower first.”

You grab at Leon’s belt, your head moving back to him, but your eyes low as you keep avoiding eye contact, “I want to try something…”

Leon smiles, “Oh, okay! And what’s that?”

You voice grows soft, “I want to…be…you know…umm” your voice now trailing off to nothing.

Leon’s brows furrow, “You wanna what?”

You fingers grip down more on Leon’s belt, “I want to be…on top tonight.”

There was silence. One so thick that it felt like the world stopped.

But then.

“You want to be on…top?” Leon thinks, “oh…Oh…OH!” The sound of his belt loud as he pulls away. His fingers moving quickly as he tries to focus on undoing his pants.

He stumbles backwards as his leg was stuck in one of the pant legs. His socks halfway off as he moves quickly though them. A loud smile now plastered on his face as you watch him. All of this commotion causing your lips to move to a soft smile as the previous awkward feeling in the room was slowly fading.

“Shirt too? Wait, yeah of course shirt too…” Leon chuckles as he tosses everything to the side.

He moves back over to you, his hand coming up for your jaw as he pulls you in for a kiss. It a little sloppy as you could feel his excitement through it.

“Okay…I’ll just…” Leon gets himself on the bed, situating himself in the middle, “Oh wait…” He leans over to your nightstand, grabbing for a condom.

You take this moment to undress yourself and after the condom was on you slowly crawled your way over him.

Leon’s eyes grow wide as he watches you, “Shit, that’s hot…” his face now almost as red as yours.

You playfully cover his face with your hands, “Stop you’re embarrassing me.” The two of you laughing as you get yourself more comfortable. Your body now straddled over him.

“Sorry, sorry! It just slipped.” Leon grabs your hands, those baby blue eyes on yours again. And something about them calmed you back down.

“I- I might not be good at this…” You move yourself down a bit, getting yourself lined up better.

Leon smiles, “You’ll be great.”

You take in a deep breath in order to sike yourself up again. You mind racing as you’ve been playing this out in your head almost daily. Your mind trying to answer questions you didn’t have the answers to quite yet. Clearly experience the only way to give you those answers. Soon your hand reaching back as you moved his dick to your entrance. Your hips slowly moving back as you felt him up next to you.

But there was a little resistance. You try pushing back more, but that resistance was still there. And with this new situation you were in you were getting too nervous to do anything else. For you didn’t want to hurt him.  

“Ummm…” you let out as you question what to do.

Leon grabs your waist, “Everything okay?”

You look at him, your hand still on the base of his length, “I think so…” But your face was red again, and with how close you were to Leon, you couldn’t hide it.

“Move your hand.”

Your head snaps to Leon, a furrow in your brow, but you bring your hand back up.

“Oh!” Your hands were flush on the blankets as Leon thrusts into you from below. His length now completely inside of you.

“Oh, fuck that feels good…” Leon pushes his head back into the pillows. Your eyes taking in his face as you settle back onto him.

You take a moment to adjust to him before leaning yourself back up. Your legs moving in as you balanced yourself over him. Leon’s hands fall a little, his fingers now on your hips as he presses down into you. And even though your nerves were still high you felt your legs begging to move up and down. Your hands grabbing at his wrists for balance.

Your movements were small, but enough for the both of you. The bed gently rocking underneath you two as you kept your steady tempo. The feeling of it all new for you in a way that warmed your center pleasantly. But after a couple of minutes, you felt it. Your thighs burning. And as you tried to push through it, your thighs needed a break.

“Sorry sweetie, I just need a little break…” You lean down, your chest now flush against his. Your head in the crook of his neck.

“But you feel so good…” Leon’s lets out a heavy breath, his hands now skimming over your back as he wraps his arms around your hips. “Next time…”

You turn your head, but before you could say anything Leon starts into you from below.

“Leon!” Your back arches to the feeling, his hips smacking into yours as he held on tight.

“Next time, next time you’ll be able to do it. But…fuck!” Leon’s tempo was steady as he rammed himself in you. “So pretty up there…know that bab-” And as your fingers curl into the sheets Leon lets himself go inside the condom. His hips falling into the mattress with yours on top.

“Sorry, that happened faster than I was expecting…” Leon leans up and kisses your cheek. His heavy breathing warming your face.

You smile at him and slowly wrap your arms behind his neck. Your cheek flush up to his as you two lay there.

“Give me like 10 minutes…” His breathing was still a bit heavy as he wrapped his arms around you, making sure you stayed close.

“For what?” You whisper

Leon turns his head to you more, “You didn’t finish…”

Your ears were perked, “Umm, it’s okay. This was about you, not me.”

Leon rolls you over, his body now above yours, “You’re gonna surprise me like that and I’m supposed to be okay with you going to bed unsatisfied. Nope. Not happening. That’s not what good boyfriends do.”

You laugh as you cover your face in a bit of embarrassment. Leon leaning down to shower you in kisses. “And who knows, maybe you’ll want to try again later.”

You pull your hands away from your face. A shocked expression now on there, “But I wasn’t very good…I didn’t even last five minutes…”

Leon smiles, “But that’s why practice makes perfect.”

RE4 Leon

The drive home was silent. Your body turned towards the passenger window as you questioned what to bring up first.

“What did I do now?” Leon finally breaks the painful silence

You shake your head as you close your eyes in a bit of frustration, “Didn’t think I’d have to spell out the situation.”

Your body sways a little as he turns a corner.

“Really?” Leon scoffs as he turns his head to look at you before turning to look back at the road.

You cross your legs tighter as you adjust your dress. For Leon’s dinner plans went south fast after he let something escape when you tried to pry about his last mission.

“Babe-” He pulls on the wheel, this turn sharp as he changes direction. “I’m sorry I brought her up okay. But you asked and I told you the truth. Not sure why I’m getting the cold shoulder for that…”

You turn to him this time, your eyes taking in what they could of the dark surroundings, “Because I had to pry it out of you. You’ve been home for months and never said a damn thing. And also you really think that Hunni-” Your eyes catch the glimmer of a lake as the trees being to let up, “Where are you going?”

You continue to look out the front window as Leon weaves through the trees. A lake making an appearance every now and again when the trees were sparce. And then the car slows, coming to a complete stop.

You shake your head a little, “What are we doing here?” You turn to Leon.

He doesn’t say anything. Just turns off the car, removes his seatbelt and gets out. Even when closing the door, it was gentle. But then soon your door opens and he offers his hand, “Just because you’re mad at me doesn’t mean I’m going to completely ruin the idea I had for this date.” He looks up at you, “And anyways I don’t want to go home mad, so ask, whatever you want and I’ll answer.”

You unbuckle your seatbelt slowly, a small smile trying its best to push through, but you do what you can to hold it back.

“Fine…” you place your hand in his and soon the two of you were making your way to a bench that oversaw the lake.

-

“Any other questions?” Leon drapes his jacket over your shoulders as your head falls. A gentle tug as he brings you in closer.

You look up to him, “Yeah, just one more.” You look back out to the lake, “Why here?”

Leon shrugs, your head following the movement, “Thought you would like it.”

You chuckle, “Yeah?”

Leon kisses the top of your head, “Yeah.”

And after that you two sit there in silence for a little bit. Your body moving in closer to his as the night was growing colder. Your arm wrapping around his stomach as you looked out to the lake. The reflection of the stars dancing on the surface.

“I am sorry…” Leon says with a sigh, “I should’ve said something earlier, but I just also knew that bringing her up would…” Leon grows quiet.

You chuckle, “Piss me off.”

Leon lets go of the held back breath, “You said it not me.”

You nuzzle your head on his shoulder, your body moving so you could get more comfortable up against him, “I know this won’t be the last, but just don’t have it be Hunnigan who tells me. Okay?”

Leon kisses the top of your head again, “Deal.”

You pull yourself back from him, your body more relaxed than before when you take in his face. Those blue eyes of his always finding their way to calm you down. And soon your lips were on his. Your body leaned up next to his as you two shared a slow, passionate kiss. Your one hand now on Leon’s thigh as you moved in more.

Leon lets out a low hum that causes you to pull back, “Sorry, just.” He looks down before looking back up to you, “I uh, sorry not the best timing, is it?” He gives you a sheepish smile that causes you to chuckle.

You slowly move your hand up further, “I mean, no not the best timing…but more from a distance standpoint.” You look at him through your lashes. “But then again…” you look around a bit before letting your eyes settle on the jeep. “We could…”

Leon turns back and looks at his car before turning back to look at you, “Seriously?”

You smile playfully, “I mean, why not?”

-

Your one hand was pressed into the top of the jeep. Your body hunched over Leon’s as you did what you could to avoid hitting your head. Your legs straddled over his lap as you sat down on him.

“Fuck baby…” Leon lifts your dress higher as he helps guide you. His head resting on the headrest so he could look up at you, “You feel so good.”

You go to say something back, but it was just a moan that leaves you lips when you feel his dick fill you up in a way that had you seeing even more stars tonight. For the stretch was everything and more. And maybe it was also the added bit of anxiety of getting caught that made this round something to remember. But because of it all your center was growing at a very rapid rate.

The car was shaking slightly as your movements were growing faster. Your thighs giving it their all as you kept the tempo on the rougher side this evening.

“We should’ve tried this sooner.” Leon chuckles in his blissed out state. His hand firmly secure on your waist as he holds you steady.

Your hips and inner thighs smacking up against his. The sound of that connection along with Leon’s soft grunts as he tried to hold on sending a fiery wave through your center.

You smile as you continue your movements, “Baby I’m close…” your head was low as your hand that was on the roof of the jeep was growing weaker. Your movements now getting smaller as you kept your focus.

Leon moves one hand down to your clit, his fingers sending a jolt through you, “Fuck baby…” you whined as your center gave way.

Leon smiles but then soon you feel his hands grip down tightly on your waist. A pull coming from them, “Shit babe…” And you fall back a bit into the back of the passenger seat, your hand catching you from the center console.

And from there you watch him stoke himself a couple more times before he finishes on his stomach.

The both of you taking a moment to catch your breath as you two replay what just happened moments ago. And after you throw your head back, a blissed smile on your lips, you hear Leon chuckle.

“Now that…” Leon catches his breath, “is what I call a joy ride.”

RE6 Leon

“Mmhmm!” Your legs gave way to a flutter of small kicks over Leon’s lap.

Leon chuckles, “Getting to the good part now?”

You lower your book, Leon only able to see your eyes, “Theres only one room left at the tavern…with just one bed.”

Leon rests his hand on your shin, “Ah yes, your favorite.” And as you push yourself back into the pillows on the sofa, your body shimming a bit to get more comfortable, Leon smiles as his hand slowly moves back and forth over your legs.

A bit of time passes, Leon fully focused on the documentary he put on the TV, your story pulling you in even more.

Until

“Hmm…”

Leon catches your change of tune, “Uh oh…what happened? Another room available?”

You laugh, “No…just wouldn’t do it this way. But,” you turn the page, “I gotta remember I’m not the character here.” You lower your book again, giving Leon a very playful look. And this time when Leon looks over, he notices the redness in your cheeks.

“Oh, you’re already at the spicy scene, aren’t you?” He looks down to your legs, “Explains your little twitches…”

You shrug, “What? Just a little restless…”

Leon laughs as he turns back to his show, his hands now firmly holding onto your legs as you kept them in his lap.

-

“Well, what a place to stop.” You mark your page before closing your book. Leon’s show wrapping up as the narrator signaled the conclusion of the documentary. You turn back to Leon, “Should I start dinner? Or what else do we have planned for this chaotic day off?”

Leon rubs down on your legs more, “I’d say that’s up to you, love.” And before you could chime in with the suggestion of starting dinner Leon lets go of a long hum, “However, I was interested in something you said earlier…” Leon looks at you from the side of his eye. A smirk now on his lips. “You said you’d do that differently?”

You lean up a bit, your hands reaching out for his, “Oh that?” You smile smugly, “It was nothing.” You slowly pull yourself up from the couch, Leon’s hands still in yours, “I mean, to ride someone like that. Didn’t seem very satisfying for the rider…read more like a chore.” You playfully let go of his hands. Your hips swaying more than normal as you walk away slowly.

Leon’s smirk grows into a large smile as he shakes his head. His body getting up from the sofa as he turns to watch you, “What about it would you change?”

You make your way to the stairs, your hand grabbing for the banister as you swing yourself around it. You shrug as you look up the steps, “Maybe a hands-on demonstration would be in order to explain this.” You smile but avoid eye contact with Leon as you head up the steps.

Leon chuckles as he makes his way up there with you, “What a woman…” He smiles as he pulls at his face, his fingers doing what they could up against his skin to center his emotions. But…well, sometimes, the blood moves faster than anticipated when watching you.

-

“Love…love” Leon trails kisses up your sternum as you rock into him. His hard dick filling you up perfectly. The stretch mesmerizing as you sank down on him. Your hips now up against his as your movements became smaller, yet more focused on one area.

“Lean back sweetheart…” You kiss his forehead quickly as your pointer fingers press into his shoulders. His hands moving to your waist as he lays back.

You follow, your head above his, “You wanna know what I’d do differently?”

Leon nods, his eyes a bit glazed over.

You smile, “Well then, keep those hips still for me, okay?”

You kiss his cheek before starting. Your body moving upward towards his face yet once you feel his tip you rock backwards. For you were making sure the entirety of his length was sliding in and out of you. Your focus solely on his length as each movement was perfectly measured.

Leon presses his palms into your breasts. His gasp sharp at your first rise and fall, “Oh fuck love.”

You watch him below you as you feel his hands playing with your breasts. His fingers now taking in your nipples as you rocked over him.

“Fuck you feel so good love.” Leon moves his hands over your body as you kept rocking into him. Your pace now building as your measured movements were becoming muscle memory at this point.

“Lo- love…” Leon holds down on your waist. His eyes closing to the sensation below. Your eyes catching his before they closed. Your lips slowly growing into a smile as you had your husband completely lost in your movements.

You kept rocking your hips over him, your hand taking in the sheets as your center began to warm. Your lips letting way to a soft moan as you continued above him. And as your hips slowed a little you felt Leon’s hands move down to your hips. His fingers taking in the plushness of them as he gripped down. His hand pushing down on one side as he lined you up better for him.

“My turn…”

Your eyes snap open and before anything could be said Leon rammed his hips into yours. Your one arm collapsing on itself up by his head. Your lips now just inches away from his as you held your head to the side. His length bottoming out with each thrust.

“Ba- baby please…” You rested your forehead on his as your center continued to grow warm. And soon the both of you were breathing heavy as you two stayed close together. Your hands coming up to cup his face as you pulled him in for a deep kiss.

“Mmmm…” You squeezed down tightly on his face as your center gave way, his hands on your waist now skimming over your back as he wrapped his arms around your waist. His final thrust causing you to break away from the kiss.

And as if the world paused for a second you two stayed there, his face still in your hold as the both of you came back down from your highs. The bliss of it all slowly riding throughout your bodies.

And with a light squeeze on your waist Leon looks in your eyes, “How does take out sound?”

Your smile while letting go of a heavy breath, your body still trying to settle back down, “That sounds perfect.”

Leon rolls you over which causes you to chuckle loudly, “Good, because I want more time with you right now.”

You pull him in for another kiss, “Me too”

And as he moved his face above yours you noticed his sly smirk, “And who knows, maybe another hands-on demonstration will be in order.”

RE9 Leon

“Come ‘ere baby…” You feel Leon’s hands wrap around your waist as you were trying to fold and put away the clean laundry.

“Oh! Leon…” You fall into his hold, the back of your head resting on his shoulder.

Leon holds you there for a bit. His grip getting tighter as he remains quiet. Your head turning more towards him as your next words came out in a whisper, “You’re supposed to be resting dear. Doctor’s orders.”

He chuckles, “Really? Doctor’s orders?” He moves your head with his exposing your cheek for a kiss, “When did you get your medical license?”

You toss away what you were folding, it falling to the bed, “Oh you know, sometime in between…” you smile as you turn your head back to him, his lifting so he could look at you better, “the time we met and now. You sure are prone to getting hurt. Badly…”

Leon pulls you in as close as he can, you letting way to a squirm as he peppers your face with kisses, “Is that so? Hmmm,” He quickly steals a kiss from the side of your mouth, “Well luckily throughout all these years I never hurt this pretty face of mine.”

You laugh as you free yourself from his hold, your lips in a subtle smile when you turn to look at him. “You sure? That’s not what this little scar says?” You take a step back towards him, your hands now cupping his face. His rough stubble a direct contrast to your soft palms as you rest them on his face.

Leon takes your wrists into his hold as he falls into your touch. His face moving slightly so he could kiss your palm, his eyes breaking away so he could look. His gaze now one that always had you blushing.

“You’re getting red sweetie.” Leon smirks as he knows exactly what he’s doing.

And as you try to take your hands back, he grips down more on your wrists, making sure they go nowhere.

“You know I was doing laundry.” Your eyes snap back to his, your cheeks still red as his gaze was now sending a slight flutter to your stomach.

“And I’m tired of resting…” Leon lets go of one of your hands. His free hand now taking in your ass as he pulls you in closer, “doctor.”

You let out a loud chuckle as he brings your hips close to his. Laundry now very much a thing of the past.

You rest your free hand on his chest, “And what is it you want to do?”

Leon’s grin grows, “You.”

“Me?” you jest

Leon slowly lowers you onto the bed, his body following as he keeps himself above you, “Yes, you. And right now, too.”

You smirk as you look up to him, “Then why are you still dressed?”

Leon cocks his head slightly as his smile grows, yours matching his as you lean up for a kiss.

-

“Tell me love, how do you want to start this?” You crawl your way up the mattress. Leon on his back as he watches you.

You see him smirk and take that as your answer. Your leg getting ready so you could straddle him. But then.

“Leon?” He had a tight grip on your thigh. Stopping your movements quickly. And from there you watched him move himself down the mattress. His face getting closer to your center.

“Sit.” He lets go of your leg. It hanging in the air for a bit as you find yourself in a bit of shock to his movements. But then with a pull from his hand, you find yourself straddled over his face. Your legs holding you up, so you were just hoovering over his lips.

“Babe, I said sit. So,” and with a push on either of your hips Leon gets you to relax your legs. His lips now taking in your sensitive area. Your hands quick to grab his wrists as he holds you steady.

You take in a sharp inhale as he begins to devour you from below. His lips taking in your clit and he sucks down on it only to release it to let his tongue take over. Its fluid circular motions causing you to arch your back to his touch.

You let go of his wrists as you fall back a bit. Your hands catching you as you rest them behind you. Your palms now resting on his torso as you did what you could to keep yourself steady.

And as you catch your breath you feel Leon’s hand skimming up your lower back, a push coming from it as he was guiding you back up.

He pushes his head into the mattress, giving his lips room to speak, “Let me watch you fall apart. Okay?”

And while you could only see his eyes, you knew there was a smirk on his lips before he goes back to your clit. Your thighs trying to squeeze together as he continues to tighten the coil in your center. Your hips rocking in small movements when he took his tongue lower. His nose the perfect 'seat' in this case to keep your clit stimulated as he focused on other areas. His hands squeezing you in different places as you could tell when and where he would lose himself into you. Each move of his tongue intentional as he knew exactly what you needed as his hunger just continued to grow for you. Him borderlining starvation as you find your thighs complete relaxed, your weight fully on his face as he moaned into you. His hands finally settling on the fat of your ass as he moved his face from side to side below you as if he could go deeper.

And you tired, tried so hard not to move, give him the view he wanted but that coil was so close.

“Baby…” You fall forward a little, your hand catching you on the headboard as your brows furrowed. Your eyes closed as you let the coil snap. And as you let way to a whiney moan, your thighs squeezed Leon’s face tighter as his hands held you down by your hips. The sounds coming from him a little animalistic as he made sure his tongue took in everything you were giving.

And once your thighs relaxed, Leon moved himself up a bit. Your eyes taking in the bit of glisten on his lips and chin, “Now my dear, how about…” He pushes up your leg, your body quick to fall to its side as you continued to ride out your bliss, “we continue this from another position?”

First draft for RE4 Leon. Liked the ending, but after thinking about the car scene I changed my idea to that. But since this one is complete might as well add it.

RE4 Leon...again

“You piss me off, you know that.” You’re standing in front of Leon as he sits on the couch getting ready to play some video games.

“What did I do now?” Leon looks around you as he skims through his gaming catalog.

“Last night ring a bell?” You shift your body to the side, your hip getting in the way of his view to the TV.

And from that move Leon finally looks up to you, “We fucked. It was good. So, what about it?”

You press your lips together, “That’s all you remember?” You let out an annoyed scoff, “You know ever since you got back from that mission you’ve been…” you gesture to him, your hands motioning to his whole body before throwing them back to your side, “Not entirely here…”

Leon sighs and you shake your head as you begin to walk away. But then you feel a tug on your hand, “Not so fast…”

You turn back to him, “Oh now you’re gonna talk?”

Leon shakes his head as he lets out a rough hum, “Now you’re pissing me off. Why can’t you just tell me things straight.”

You move yourself back in front of him, an annoyed smile on your face as your eyes were squinting together, “Okay, fine. If this is how you want to play it. Since you’ve gotten back you get a little power hungry in the bedroom. And, also, since you’ve been back you’ve refused to let me be in control. Last night especially.”

Leon pulls you into him, your body falling over his on the couch, “So you’re mad at me because…I take control in the bedroom?” Leon gives you a smug smile that makes your brows furrow out of annoyance.

You scoff, “I mean yeah. What happened to me being on top?”

Leon’s eyes widen, his hands growing soft as he rested them on your waist. And as he tries to remain unflustered you hear it in the first word, “I- I mean, there’s nothing wrong with you being on top…”

You lean down to him, your forehead close to his, “Then why it is that since you’ve been back you won’t let me?”

You see the rosiness in his cheeks growing, “I just, like…ummm…”

You chuckle, “You just like to…what Leon?”

He turns his head away from you a bit, “Make you feel good…”

You turn his face back to yours, your lips meeting his as you roll your hips over him. A low hum from him vibrating the kiss.

“And I want to do the same to you…”

Leon’s eyes were closed as he let go of a soft breathy moan, your movements cracking away at his tough guy façade, “Okay…okay…”

You sit back, your hands finding his belt, “So then, with it being a Sunday and everything…what if we maybe…” You pin him into the couch with your legs, “fix what happened last night then?”

-

Your hips rolled into him as your hands curled into his hair. His cock filling you, stretching you, in a way that always had you seeing stars at the beginning. You kept your tempo steady and predictable at the beginning. Your hands moving to take in his face as you pulled him into you. His hands pushing you in from your back.

“That’s it…” Leon breaks away from you, his lips trailing over your jaw and you continued to fuck him slowly. “Yeah…that feels so good babe…”

You kiss his forehead before changing your pace. This time going from slow and steady to more of a rougher style. Your hips slamming down into his as you made sure he bottomed out into you every time.

His fingers curled on your back, his nails slowly scraping at your skin to your new movements. “Fuck…”

You smile as you can feel the sweat begin to build on your brow, your thighs beginning to simmer with a bit of pain.

Leon leans his head back into the sofa cushions, his blue eyes on you as you looked down to him. The two of you sharing a smile with each other as his hands skimmed over your back. His eyes slowly closing as he took in everything you were giving him.

“Sorry…” Your eyes snap down to him a furrow in your brow to the word. “I just…fuck woman…” Leon leans up his forehead now on your chest as he tries to hold out. “I’m just not good with my words. I’ll get better at them.”

You slowly sink yourself down on him, his hands gripping tightly into your waist, “Sweetie what are you talking about?” You sit there for a bit. Not only to give Leon a moment, but to give yourself a break.

Leon chuckles, “Of course this would be when I wanted to bring this up, but I just didn’t want to burden you with everything from my last mission. I just – fuck…”

You didn’t mean to, but when you adjusted yourself the roll of your hips sent a ripple of pleasure through Leon.

Leon grips down more into your waist, his hands sliding down to your hips after that roll, “We got fucked after Raccoon City and I just want us to have a normal life outside of the bullshit they forced on us. So I guess…”

You smile at him, your hands coming up to grab his jaw, a soft kiss on his lips to get him to stop, “I know Leon, and you got the worst of it. I’m just stuck in an office all day because of everything.”

You begin rolling your hips again, the small movements causing you both to let a breathy moan leave your lips. Your hand on his chin growing weaker as you focused on your center.

“Hey,” Those bright blue eyes looking up to you as he lets a soft smile brush over his lips, “You’re stuck with me till the end, okay?”

You lean down and kiss him again, your hips rolling over him but with more purpose, more focus this time as you get him to moan your name, “Then be sure to hold on.”

[angelskulll]

leon selfies <3

[cosmicasteroid]

Say it back

"Dish soap, bathroom cleaner, mopping stuff... anything else I need to get?" Leon reads off the list, grabbing his wallet.

"Grab some ice cream."

"How does that fit into our cleaning?"

"By being a reward when we're done."

"Alright," a soft laugh escapes Leon as he kisses your forehead, "I'll be back in a little bit, love you."

"Stay safe," you call back.

Leon stops in the doorway, his eyebrows furrowed as he looks back at you.

"I said I love you."

"I heard," you hum. "Don't forget the mophead."

"I love you." Leon says again as his hand rests on your back as he leans down next to your face.

"Mhm."

"I love you," Leon mumbles, kissing your cheeks

You laugh, gently shoving Leon away, "I love you too, now leave."

Leon pulls away, a triumphant smile on his face, "I'll be back soon."

-

Based on a tiktok I saw. Not proofread

Leon Masterlist

[elliesmoth]

He's so gnam gnam

[choupette-stairo]

Imagine helping Leon shave his stubble.

“Why do we have to do this?” he spoke, sitting on the toilet seat with you on his lap. You gently slid the razor against his foamed skin, making sure not to nick him. “It won’t kill you to shave every now and then, sweetheart. You’re a hot, old man, not a hot, old man,” you scoffed. “Besides, I don’t want it getting too long. I like the stubble,” you angled the razor again.

“Of course you do,” he grumbled. You gave him a grin and pecked his lips, sipping off the excess shaving cream. “We’re done. Look at you! All so smooth and young again,” you cupped his cheeks, pinching them teasingly. He glanced at himself in the mirror, a new, anxious glint in his eyes.

You sighed and your smile became reassuring and sympathetic, “We can’t change the past, Leon. Though, you can’t keep running from it either.” You redirected his focus to you, “I get why you don’t like it.”

He scoffed, “And why don’t I like it?”

You frowned.

“Because you still see the twenty-one year old back in Raccoon City in the mirror.”

He paused at your words. They had hit him deep within. Grazing a hatchet he claimed he had buried decades ago.

Sighing, you came up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you pressed your forehead against his back. You stood there quietly, hugging and giving him comfort before speaking, “You can’t hide from yourself, Leon.”

You felt his hands shakily cradle yours, silently keeping you there, “I want to. I really fucking want to.” Your grip tightened around him as you listened. “I know I can’t,” he whispered.

“Don’t worry,” you whispered against him. “I’m here for you. I’m always here for you, sweetheart,” you mumbled reassuringly.

“It’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.”

Leon shakily stared at the ruins of RPD in front of him, hearing your words echo through his mind like a constant chime. The past was hitting him hard, and you weren’t there to physically talk him through it.

His hand shakily dug into his pocket, staring at a crinkled photo of you two together. His breathing evened out as tension turned into determination. He wasn’t going to give up now.

He was going to come back to you. Even if it meant chasing his past to hold you again.

[benpoinseye]

Leon never expected to come home to find you asleep on the kitchen counter.

Yet there you were.

Your head rested on folded arms, a half-finished cup of coffee beside you and a note scribbled on a napkin that simply read:

“Waited for you...”

A tired laugh escaped him.

After weeks away on a mission, he'd imagined a dramatic reunion. Maybe you'd run into his arms. Maybe he'd finally get one peaceful evening without some new disaster showing up.

Instead, you were drooling on his countertop.

Perfect.

Leon quietly set down his duffel bag and walked over. Even asleep, you looked exhausted. You'd probably stayed up far later than you should have waiting for him.

His chest tightened.

No matter how many monsters he fought or impossible situations he survived, coming home to you always felt unreal.

Carefully, he brushed a strand of hair from your face.

Your nose scrunched.

Then your eyes slowly opened.

For a second you stared at him blankly.

Then—

“Leon?”

“Hey, sweetheart.”

You shot upright so fast the coffee nearly spilled.

“Oh my God, you're actually here!”

Before he could answer, you launched yourself at him.

Leon caught you automatically, laughing as your arms wrapped around his neck.

“Missed you too.”

“You were gone forever.”

“It was two weeks.”

“Forever.”

He couldn't argue with that.

You buried your face against his shoulder, and he felt the tension he'd carried for days finally begin to disappear.

Being here.

With you.

Safe.

That was all he wanted.

After a moment, you pulled back and narrowed your eyes.

“You look tired.”

“I am tired.”

“You need food.”

“Yeah yeah but I just got here—”

“And a shower.”

“You're very bossy for someone who fell asleep waiting.”

You gasped dramatically.

“I was resting my eyes.”

“On the counter?”

“It was strategic.”

Leon laughed again, the sound softer this time.

God, he'd missed this.

Missed you.

Without warning, he leaned down and pressed a kiss on your lips.

The teasing immediately died on your lips.

Your expression softened.

“So...” you murmured. “You're staying for a while this time?”

Leon wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

“As long as they'll let me.”

“Good.”

You smiled.

And finally after weeks in hell, Leon Kennedy felt completely at peace.

Because no matter where the job took him, no matter how dangerous the world became—

Home would always be wherever you were. ❤️

[mbrickswrites]

Man Flu

[RE9 married!Leon x fem!Reader]

Warnings: fluff, married!Leon, whiny Leon, needy Leon, established relationship, tiddies <3

Summary: Leon Kennedy has seen it all: broken bones, las Plagas, gunshot wounds ... but nothing, nothing is worse than the common cold. a/n: I had a cold recently and I wondered who would be whinier, me or Leon? So I wrote this. I feel like this could be any version of Leon, but I had RE9 Leon in mind because it's the funniest. Special shoutout to @regionaldoubloon <3

Masterlist

word count: 900

The chicken noodle soup was bubbling on the stove and the house was quiet. Too quiet. 

Another cough from the bedroom, followed by a pained groan.

Ah, yes. Poor Leon was suffering unimaginable torture. 

You rolled your eyes, put the lid on the pot and reduced the heat down to a simmer. 

"Baby?" His voice was pathetically thin as he called for you from your bedroom. "Baby, can you come here?" 

"In a minute, honey," you yelled back, grabbing a bottle of Tylenol and the other remedies you had gathered to nurse your husband back to health. The same husband that had lived through cracked ribs, several other broken bones and unfathomable horrors multiple times, but for some reason the common cold was what made him want to write his testament. 

"Nurse is here," you announced yourself as you walked into the room. The curtains were drawn and Leon was sprawled out on the bed, arm theatrically draped over his eyes. "Do you need me to call the priest?" 

"Not yet," he croaked, breaking into a coughing fit. 

You sat down on the edge of the bed. "Oh my poor baby," you crooned, gently brushing a sweaty strand of hair out of his face. Leon closed his eyes and leaned into your touch like a stray kitten. “How are you feeling?” 

“Terrible,” he whined, sniffling. “I’m all congested, I have a headache, I can’t sleep because I’m coughing so much…”

“I made you chicken noodle soup,” you said.

“Thank you,” he whispered, reaching for you but you leaned back. 

“Leon, no. I can’t get sick, too. One of us has to keep this house running,” you said, firmly brushing his hands off your body. He whined again. 

“So you’re really going to let me die without a kiss, huh? Wow.” 

You chuckled. “You know, for being a tough government agent, you’re being a little bit dramatic right now.” 

He groaned, a cough racking through his body again. “That’s just not true,” he insisted, his hands wandering again, slipping under your shirt. 

“Leon,” you warned him, opening the bottle of Tylenol. “Here, take these.” 

He obliged and you pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead. “Good boy.” 

He chuckled and his hands immediately found your breasts, softly squeezing them. “You know, I think it’s actually very beneficial for my recovery to receive a kiss at least every five minutes. And body heat is also very important.” 

You tried to lean away from him to prepare what you actually came here for, but no matter how whiny, he was a trained agent with great reflexes after all. Before you could react, he pulled up your shirt and slipped his head under it, burying his face in your chest. 

“I thought you had a hard time breathing?” you asked, gently rubbing his shoulders. 

“It’s already getting better,” he murmured, his voice muffled by your boobs. You sighed and he pulled your bra down, gently slipping one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it. 

“Oh my god, you’re just like your son.” You let out a defeated breath. “Only that your son is barely two years old.” 

Leon let out a content sigh, as he kept sucking and kneaded your other breast with his free hand. “It’s actually also medically proven that sucking on boobies can help recover from any kind of illness.” 

“Leon, stop. That’s for babies. You’re a grown man.” 

“So?” he murmured, demonstratively coughing again, looking at you with puppy eyes. He knew full well those were your weakness. Jesus Christ, that man was impossible. 

You pushed him off you. 

“Here, open wide big boy,” you said, offering him a spoon with an entire clove of garlic covered in honey on it.

“Why do you always have to come in with your witchy shit? Why can’t we just be normal, take a Tylenol and call it a day?” He eyed the spoon in front of him and hissed like a cat. 

“Oh?” your eyebrows shot up. “Look who’s already feeling better and obviously doesn’t need any tiddy time. Well in that case…” You faked getting up from the edge of the bed and Leon’s hand shot forward, snatching the spoon from you and pushing it into his mouth. 

He grimaced as he chewed. “Happy now?” 

“Not quite.” You handed him a glass full of cloudy yellow liquid. “Turmeric ginger shot. It’s good for you.” 

He looked at you like you were about to betray him, then knocked back the drink in one go. He shuddered, sticking out his tongue. 

“Oh come on,” you mocked him. “Leon shooting-whiskey-like-it’s-nothing Kennedy can’t handle a ginger shot? Are you sure you’re my husband?” 

“Don’t ever question that, I love you,” he said, pressing his face back against your chest. “Thank you for taking care of me. You’re my favourite nurse.” 

“And you’re my least favourite patient,” you said, not getting very far because Leon pulled you into bed with him. 

“Leon,” you yelped, as he moved down, pushed your shirt up and cuddled up to your chest. 

“I’m already feeling much better, you know.” 

You huffed. “I have to get up to take the chicken soup off the heat.” 

Leon shook his head, nuzzling your tits. “No, you don’t.”

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[fi1iat3rra3]

sum; being inexperienced meant you didn't know your true limits. being with Leon meant you wanted to push those limits.

content; size kink, unprotected sex, overconfident!reader, sort of bratty!reader, inexperienced!reader, there's a hint of Leon being pushy/mean, but in a consensual way (idk how to tag that LMAO), squirting, a little degrading, no specific leon era for this one, this is really just pure filth because I drove myself insane last week LMFAO

wc; 3.5k

a/n; GOD, this choice was hard, guys... im so sorry to those who chose chris for my poll, but I hope this & my last chris post made up for it!!

Leon knew you were a bit of a special case from the moment he met you. Where people would usually be shy, nervous, not confident enough to approach someone, you were... quite the opposite. You approached with a fire in your eyes and a buzz rushing through you and into him, and you weren't even drinking. The moment you approached him at that club, he knew you'd be a problem. And a problem you were. A good one. A problem he was lucky to have.

Until it came to things like intimacy. You'd managed to score a few dates, and eventually, you two ended up dating. The only problem? Once it was official, you became a little insistent on intimacy. Not forcing, but definitely making moves more often. Leon wanted to, he really did, but given the talks you'd had in the past about your lack of experience and how you didn't know what you could and couldn't take because you had never even felt the need for a sex toy on your own, Leon worried that it'd stunt your intimate moments as a couple.

Eventually, of course, Leon gave in, but only to an extent. He'd eaten you out, finger fucked you like his life depended on it, fucked your thighs, and yet, he refused to let you even suck him off, let alone take him into your impossibly achey and needy pussy. He always told you he was too big. He worried it'd hurt you, whether it was your mouth or your pussy. You knew he was big, and you still insisted.

You crawled into bed with him, just like normal, snuggling into his side as he read the book you'd recently recommended to him. He tugged you closer, leaning down to kiss your temple as he closed the book, seemingly ready for bed. It was approaching 9 o'clock, and he had an early meeting, you knew. The early meeting didn't stop you from snuggling up closer until you shuffled into his lap, straddling his hips and looking down at him with a grin. His hands rested at your hips.

"Really? We're doing this again?" He mused, low and laced with exhaustion.

"For real this time, because I'm tired of you giving me excuses." You huffed, hips already beginning to move in slow, easy motions back and forth.

"They're not excuses, they're honesty and protection. You think I haven't wanted so badly to bend you over and take you? Of course I have." He scoffed, hands soothing up your sides as he exhaled slowly.

"So why haven't you?"

"Because I'm too big for you. We'd need to take a lot of time to get you ready. You can barely take three of my fingers before you tell me it's too much." He explained simply, like it was a choice between what deal to go for in a grocery store.

"So what? The shapes are entirely different! How do we even know if I could take it if we don't try?" You frowned, hips wriggling incessantly.

"No, honey. I'm not gonna let your confidence get the better of you." He moved to lift you off his lap, but you grabbed his hands and pinned them beside his head. He raised a brow at you.

"Just the tip. That's all I wanna try." You insisted.

"You know, you holding me down has no change on my answer. It's sexy, but no." He laid his head back and hummed idly.

"Leeooon!" You pouted, hips grinding harder. You could feel his cock stiffening in his sweats. "Please, Lee, just the tip, and if it doesn't fit first try, we can stop."

"Usually, the guy begs for 'just the tip'," he chuckled. "Poor thing, I've really ruined you, haven't I?" He clicked his tongue, feigning guilt.

"Not yet 'cause you won't fuck me right." You grumbled.

"Oh, is that so? I don't fuck you right? Then how come I've got you cumming on my fingers and my mouth and my fucking thighs every other night? Huh? Care to explain that, if I don't fuck you right?" He took his hands from your grasp, one hand grabbing your chin and making you whine, brows furrowing.

"You won't fuck me the right way 'cause you think I can't take it."

"I really don't think you can." He agreed.

"Please, baby!" You shifted, only for him to stop you. "Please, I promise, if it doesn't work, I won't ask again, not until you can prep me right."

"You," he exhaled, grabbing you by the waist, sitting up. "Are such a fucking brat." He cursed, rolling over so that you were flat on your back with his body pinning you down.

You looked up at him, biting at your lower lip. He watched you for a moment, squinting. "Please?" You barely whispered.

"Fine. But don't think you're not gonna get something in return for your behavior. I'm only stalling because I don't have time to fuck around."

"But you have time to fuck me? Good, I wasn't sure I'd be able to wait much longer." You grinned, giggling like a kid who'd just been told they won a million dollars.

"Fuckin' brat." He chuckled, leaning in for a kiss. You met eagerly, lips pressing into his while your arms came to wrap around his neck. Despite his rough words, his hand came to tenderly cup your cheek, deepening the kiss. His other hand worked its way downward to the hem of your night gown, pushing it upward to expose what he expected would be a lace pair of panties—tonight it was bare in two different ways. How did he not feel that through his sweats? Jesus, you knew he'd give in.

He didn't bother trailing his hands up and down, teasing, instead going straight in to press his hand against your mound. You shivered slightly, mouth falling agape at the feeling of his cold fingers pressing between your folds. Of course, he didn't take any time to prep you with his fingers, just simply using two fingers to spread your arousal and massage your clit to accumulate more to act as lube. He knew it probably wouldn't work too well at first, but it'd have to do.

Your hands reached down, pushing lazily at the waistband of his sweats. "It's unfair." You pouted.

"Unfair? Honey, you came to me like this. You came to me all shaven, no panties, not even shorts." He took your complaint, shifting to push down his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring free. He shimmied out of the clothes and kicked them aside before settling his cock against your lower belly, letting you see the size properly. You swallowed, biting your lip as you looked up at him. He had a cocky look, like he expected you to change your mind.

"What? I didn't say stop. Keep going." You huffed, but Leon could hear the faint waiver of your voice as you spread your legs wider.

"God, you really are a needy little brat." He pulled his hips back, sliding his cock between your folds to gather some of your wetness along his length, focusing on coating his tip thoroughly. "You can still back out." He looked back up at you as he lined up with your entrance, using two fingers to carefully hold your folds open for him.

"No. Now hurry up and put your dick in me before I fall asleep." You huffed up at him, hips wriggling eagerly.

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

With that, he made the first move, careful as he pushed in, his tip nudging into you. His tip didn't even get inside before you gave a whimper, thighs shaking unexpectedly as your pussy twitched against his tip. He looked down at you, brow raised.

"Shut up. Try again." You demanded, teeth gritted slightly.

Despite that not being the original arrangement, he tried again, hissing as he nearly notched the tip inside, only for your hips to twitch away, overwhelmed at the way his tip tried to intrude so suddenly.

"What did I tell you?" He deadpanned down at you. "Come on, honey, let's just do it the normal way."

"Noo! No, this is the normal way!" You insisted. "'S not my fucking fault you've got a fucking monster cock."

"Mmh, you flatter me, sweetheart." He chuckled, leaning in to shut you up with a kiss. You expected him to pull away and call it a night, but his hand crept down again, thumb pressing to your clit and getting your walls to ease up ever so slightly, a soft mewl leaving you. With you melting into the pleasure, he took a selfish opportunity to push again. You gasped, a choked sound leaving you as his tip notched inside of you finally. You gave a stifled cry, hands flying to claw at his shoulders as your eyes squeezed shut.

"Fuck—okay, I-i don't know if I can do it anymore." You admitted, huffing with uneven breaths as you looked down where you two met. It really was just the tip, and you were already backing out.

"Oh, no," he pulled back, faux pity on his face. "Poor thing, you bit off too much, and now you can't chew? What a shocker." He watched you shiver and twitch, breath shaky as his tip stayed barely notched inside your impossibly tight, unadjusted cunt. "You told me I didn't fuck you right, so now I'm gonna show you just how well I can fuck."

"'M sorry, I thought I—"

"You thought you could take it? Yeah. And you didn't listen to my warning? Of course not. You never listen." You felt him push forward again, and another squeak left your lips, followed by a gasp. He didn't even push in another inch and you were pushing at his hips to get him to pull out.

"Fuck! I'm—haah—I'm sorry!" You looked up at him, brows furrowing.

"Admit it." He demanded, cock pushing its way in ever so slightly, but the burn was far from slight. You choked on something akin to a cry, and he swatted your thigh. "Admit that you've been nothing but a bratty little bitch and now you're whiney because you can't fucking take it."

Tears brimmed your lash line, lower lip falling and letting a small whine fall from your throat. "I-i can't take it, and I.." you paused with a gasp, walls squeezing around the first inch and a half of his length. Your head fell back, nails dragging down his front as your thighs trembled. "Fuck!"

"It's too late. If I stop now, all your progress will be lost. You don't want that, do you, honey?" He teased. You shook your head desperately. The stretch burned, his cock insistent as he felt you twitching and trying desperately to make room for him inside of you.

"Please," you whispered, eyes fluttering closed.

"Please, what?" He prodded for more from you. "I can't do what you want if you don't tell me. You were so eager earlier, now you can't talk? Typical." He scoffed.

"Please, just fuck me already!" You cried, breath hitching as his hips nudged back and pushed forward, allowing another inch to fit. He went through that cycle for a while—pulling back, pushing deeper, every push forcing a gasp or a stifled moan from you—until he was fully sheathed inside of you, your pussy impossibly stretched past every limit you didn't know about. His cockhead was snug against your cervix, barely fitting him all the way in. It was a good thing Leon knew how to properly get you going, or he'd be struggling to fit more than he already was.

By the time he was snug, fully pushed inside of you, your head had fallen limp, eyes closed, lips open with heavy breaths falling. He found it amusing, given he hadn't even tried to fuck you yet, and you were already beyond spent and shaky. He chuckled, watching you finally lift your head to look down where your bodies met.

"Holy fuck." You breathed. You could see a small bulge in your lower belly where he had somehow miraculously managed to fit inside of you, now bulging with his massive he was. Not only that, but you had never felt this full. Even when he was using his fingers to fuck you and you complained that his fingers were too thick and you felt 'sooo full'.

"You happy now? Now that you've got a proper cock inside of you?" He taunted quietly, bringing a hand to grasp your chin and tilt your head back and forth, he fingers lightly squishing your cheeks together.

"Uh-huh." You tried to nod in his grasp, dazed and, although embarrassingly, cock-drunk without even being properly fucked. He wasn't even grinding his hips, making no attempt to move, and he relished in the way your body responded to him. He thought it was the best thing ever when you'd cry and squirm, and this made things a whole lot better. He leaned back slightly, taking in the sight of you stretched out around his cock.

He dropped one hand, thumb finding your clit. You twitched, whining slightly as your walls clamped down around him. "What, you're already that fucking close? You're getting all twitchy and whiney so soon." He purred, hips pulling backward slowly, cock dragging out of you until his tip was all that was left. You looked down and watched, brows furrowed with need.

It burned with both pain and pleasure as he pushed back in faster than before. You moaned louder this time, back arching as your hands flew to grab his shoulders for support. Your eyes squeezed shut, mouth agape as he fucked his cock into you at a pace that overwhelmed your senses. Pain burned away and morphed into a new kind of pleasure that you didn't know you could achieve.

He angled his hips lower, his leaky cockhead pushing up against your g-spot as he thrusted into you, his thumb still focused on your clit. He meant it as a tease originally, but with how twitchy and shaky you'd become in just a minute or two of slow, rough, deep thrusts, he could feel that you were already close. His tease ended up being right. He growled slightly at the thought, brows knitted and nose scrunched in a focused manner as he looked down where your bodies met. You became oversensitive quick, your orgasm building. You tried to reach down to get his hand to slow down its abuse against your puffy clit, but he simply pushed your hand away and swatted at the throbbing bundle of nerves.

You cried out, hips bucking. "Lee—oh, fuck, please!" Your body locked for a moment, eyes rolling back as you bit your lip and fell into stifled whimpers and sobs, your orgasm quiet but intense, rippling through your body so fast you didn't even warn him. He fucked you through it, hips speeding up as your cunt clenched around him. Once your vision cleared, you looked up at him, dazed and mushy.

"And you think I cum too fast?" He chuckled. "Look at you—damn near squirting on my cock just because it's so, so big, and your poor little pussy can't take it." He purred deeply and reached with his other hand to your face, holding your head still by your chin so you couldn't look away as he pumped his cock back and forth, fucking you into overstimulation without even offering a breather. "I wonder—" He paused with a grunt, examining your face with a devilish look you didn't recognize. "You think I could make you squirt just from using my cock?"

Your cheeks flushed, eyes widening with tears that had spilled already. "Wait, n-no, no, 's too much, Lee!" You gasped, hands pushing at his lower torso, another sob ripping from your throat. "No—ooh!"

"C'mon, pretty girl, didn't you say I couldn't fuck you right? Isn't that what you wanted? To be fucked dumb on a fat cock?" He let go of your chin and brought a hand down just a little to wrap around your throat. You squeaked, pussy fluttering around him at the threat of him constricting your airway. He didn't, though. You got more than enough excitement from just the threat alone.

You couldn't be bothered with answering him. You simply laid there and took it—relishing in the sensitivity and the way he was absolutely ruining your pussy. Leon knew he was ruining you for anyone else, and that alone drove him crazy. He could feel his own orgasm building, cock twitching and balls drawing tight to his body. He denied himself the release, persisting in order to make sure he proved just how good he could make you feel.

He had a point to prove. His thumb resumed the previous ministrations on your clit, two fingers rapidly strumming with a firm pressure. You twitched, gasping as your eyes rolled back and fluttered. Your hands grabbed tightly at his forearm of the hand that was around your neck, looking up at him with an abrupt sob leaving your lips.

"Lee, please," you choked out, brows furrowing as you quivered beneath him, abdomen clenching as your body built up to the peak of the coil in your belly.

"Go on, take it. Take what you asked for and I'll make sure you're satisfied for fucking weeks." He slammed his hips harder, the skin slapping lewdly with the added sounds of your arousal coating his balls as they smacked against your ass. You tried to stifle it, but a scream of pleasure ripped from you as he subconsciously tightened his hand around your throat. Still not constricting, but it was enough to make you dizzy.

"Leon! Fuuuuck, fuckfuckfuck—'m cumming!" You sobbed, legs jolting outward as your hips tried to pull away, your orgasm rushing through you like never before. What you didn't process yet was the stream of clear liquid spurting from your sopping cunt, making an absolute mess out of his lower abdomen, your own abdomen, and the sheets below. He fucked you through it, both hands finally coming to grab your hips and properly use you like some kind of cock sleeve as he chased his high. Tears stained your cheeks, your moans becoming higher and longer as you squirmed and tried to run away from the pleasure.

"Stop fucking moving." He dug his nails into your hips. His demand was quickly followed by a growl, hips slamming and his thrusts becoming uneven as his balls twitched and his cock pulsed, his heavy load finally spilling into you. He had you so full that his cum seeped out around him as he bottomed out and let your pussy twitch and pulse, milking him of every last drop. Both of you were shaking. He stayed buried inside of you as he leaned down and mouthed as your neck. He lazily ground his hips, and you cried quietly, thighs squeezing around his hips.

"Lee," you sniffled, shaky hands searching desperately for his.

"Shh," he soothed, slowly pulling out of you as he grabbed your hands. You felt so empty, but so unbelievably satisfied. "Breathe, honey. I've got you." He mused softly, kissing along your collarbone until he found his way up to look at your face and assess the final product.

You were a mess. Tears down your cheeks, drool spilling down the right side of your face, hair messy and sticking to the sides of your face, lips kiss swollen and still wet. If he didn't know better, he'd try to start up round three, but given your sniffles and the way you shook your head, he didn't even try. He got more than what he thought.

He took his hands away only for a moment so he could brush your hair out of your face and gently wipe the tears and drool from your cheeks. When he sat back and guided you to follow into his lap, you curled into his hold, his arms wrapping around you delicately.

"You took me so well." He whispered, kissing the side of your head. "I know I got a little mean," he sighed, prepared to apologize for not listening to your cries.

"Can we do that more?" You asked, looking up at him as you shifted shakily in his lap. "The.. the whole.."

"Baby, we just did a lot." He chuckled. "But we'll talk more tomorrow." He scooted away from the mess and hoisted you into his hold, standing from the bed. "How about a shower?"

You nodded, falling into his hold as you closed your eyes. He really fucked the energy out of you. "Told you I could handle it. Might not be very experienced, but I can take what's given to me." You mumbled quietly.

Clearly, he didn't fuck the attitude out of your system yet.

"Brat." He lazily swatted your butt, only to lean in and kiss your nose with the utmost care.

"You like it."

"Only when it results in you shutting your mouth."

"Jerk."

He chuckled, setting you on the bathroom sink counter to start the shower.

[random-ly-obssessed]

Adoration

Dean blurb because he's not real and i'm dying bc of it

"You're gonna do it again!"

"Yup." Dean smiled, gesturing with a flick of his wrist. "Do it again."

"Dean," you pouted.

"Go on."

You huffed, rolling your eyes before turning back to the vanity and grabbing your lip liner again. Dean watched as you meticulously brushed the liner in the corners of your bottom lip, dragging it to the middle before blending it out with your finger. The pen traced the high peaks of your cupid's bow before you put the top back on, setting the liner down.

His eyes followed as you reached for the brown lipstick, popping the top off before swiping it slowly across your lips, your eyes flickering to his in the mirror, which he smiled boyishly at.

You clicked the top back on the lipstick, setting it down with a soft thud, and finally reached for the lip gloss to go over everything. You arched an eyebrow when he didn't interrupt.

"Oh? I'm allowed to do this part now?" You scoffed, he nodded.

You huffed, smiling as you twisted the gloss tube's top off, slowly going around the edges before dabbing it lightly in the middle. You reached down to twist the cap back in right as Dean pounced. You yelped as he picked you up and tossed you onto the back, laughing giddily as he immediately kissed you after, smudging your lipstick for the upteenth time that day.

His face was covered with your lipstick, and now gloss. He finally pulled back, letting you trail sticky kisses down his neck, which he wore with pride once he pulled away entirely.

"Again?"

"No! I'm gonna run out at this rate! You're buying me more."

"I will buy you the company, keep putting it on." He rasped, gently picking you up and setting you right back on your vanity chair. "Again, please."

You sighed lovingly, reaching for the lip liner and uncapping it.

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