Eclectic Haven

40+ Female, UK. Too many interests: WWE, fan fiction, horror, Halloween, Christmas, cross stitch, costume, Resident Evil/Leon Kennedy, Stranger Things, Supernatural, MCU... list goes on. I don't limit myself by my age or health issues.

[ladyfallon]

So last night I wrote another AU of Leon... Ice dance partners going for Olympic Gold... I haven't done it as a NSFW to be honest I haven't written a NSFW in a bit... Will have to correct that... anyway keep your eyes peeled for Ice Dancer Leon

[ladyfallon]

Screaming in excitement. Just been having a sewing pattern clear out and come across the perfect two to combine for the wedding dress Rebecca wears in Resident Evil Vendetta. It just needs obvious little tweaks and resizing to size it up to my body. It only goes up to size 22 and I need 32 but I resized when I was the film version of Annabelle and when I was Morgana Pendragon. This is going to be exciting

[rednnedy]

US? DATING? ✹ Leon Kennedy

SUMMARY: You and Leon have been dating for a few years now, but no one at your school knows it... until you start being not very subtle about your relationship ✹ PAIRINGS: Teacher!Leon Kennedy x Teacher Fiancée!Reader ‼️ Slightly NSFW mention (what reader and Leon like in bed). Secretly dating, mentions of pregnancy. Romcom vibes 😩 ✹ WORD COUNT: 2989 ✹ Find me on AO3 ✹ Make your RESIDENT EVIL REQUESTS here (information included) ✹ My RESIDENT EVIL MASTERLIST 💬 I start my internship as a teacher tomorrow, so I obviously had to post a Teacher Leon fic today! Also... I've thought about making a series out of this, so... you tell me! I really, really, hope you like this one! Tysm for your support, love you!💖

Students of Raccoon City High School constantly work to get the best grades possible to build themselves a good future, but there’s a topic that’s much more interesting than any other subject: figuring out if Mr. Kennedy and Ms. Y/L/N are secretly dating or not.

The truth’s that Leon and you dating is an open secret. Even though you haven’t confirmed it, conspiracy theories travel from class to class, going all the way from the youngest students to those who are only months away from graduating.

Saying that everyone ships you two is an understatement, especially when there’s plenty of evidence that, maybe, you’re not just coworkers… or even just friends.

Leon’s the Physics and Chemistry teacher every student wants to have, even the ones who hate Science. While he lives for calculations and tends to keep a very closed, logical mind, you’re the complete opposite. You live to tell stories from the past and, sometimes, even those from the future. And, just like Leon, your only goal is to make your students become more interested in your subject, even if it’s a little (quite, actually) boring.

You’re quite different, yet you’re always together, looking for any moment, any excuse, just to say even a simple “hello” to each other. 

Even your classrooms are right next to each other despite belonging to completely different departments… because you asked for it.

And all that closeness, all that understanding between the two of you, exists because you have been dating for two years, almost three… And not to mention you’re even engaged.

The problem? No one, not even the other teachers at school, knows… at least, not until you start being less careful with your secret because you think no one suspects anything anymore, without you both realizing that the quite opposite would happen.

The first problem of all is the sweater incident.

It’s a day like any other. Leon and you arrive at school together and, as always, you head to your respective classrooms, not before sharing a quick and hidden kiss on your lips in the teachers’ lounge, making sure no one’s around to catch you.

Your first class is with your senior students, and you know it will be a tough one because, today, you have to explain World War II to them, something they struggle quite a bit to understand. You start drawing diagrams on the board while your students slowly arrive. You greet them and return to your task, trying to focus and ignore their comments until they grow louder and louder and you have no choice but to turn around.

When you do, they’re all staring at you with wide eyes and open mouths, as if they’ve just seen a ghost.

“Is something wrong, guys?” you ask curiously, wanting to know what is going on.

No one answers.

Emma, one of the most participative students in the class, is the one who somewhat breaks the silence. 

She raises her hand a little shyly, and when you give her permission to speak, she starts talking:

“Ms. Y/L/N…” she says hesitantly. “It’s just… Well… your sweater…”

You frown and glance down at the piece of clothing. Yes, it is a navy-blue sweater you wear quite a lot during the Christmas holidays, and it’s become your favorite piece of clothing ever since…

When it finally clicks, you quickly look at the sleeves. 

The initials “LK” are perfectly embroidered in red.

You panic almost instantly when you realize you’re wearing the same sweater you embroidered and gave to Leon on Christmas Day. The same one he lent you when you went out for a walk a few days later, and which you decided to adopt as your own.

“Oh, well…” you laugh nervously. You cross your arms and begin moving around the classroom, pretending you have to check some notes before starting the lesson. “It must be a mistake. It’s probably my dad’s, or my—”

“But, Ms. Y/L/N,” another student interrupts. Oliver, who’s much more mischievous than his classmate and knows perfectly well how to get information out of you. “ “LK” are Mr. Kennedy’s initials, right? You know… Leon… Kennedy… Seemed to forgot about the Scott…”

“What?” you let out a quick squeak, but loud enough that the students who are still distracted start paying attention. “No, no… of course not. It doesn’t mean that.”

“Then why is it the same one Mr. Kennedy was wearing yesterday?” another girl adds with an amused look and a playful smile. “Are you two buying clothes together now, or do you share them?”

“Are you wearing his sweater because you live together?!”

“Are you wearing it because you’re pregnant?! Are you pregnant with Mr. Kennedy’s baby?!”

The murmurs in the classroom grow louder. 

You try to speak, but you definitely can’t. You make noise with the board erasers, the markers, the classroom bell. Fuck, you even shout, but nothing is enough to make your students finally be quiet.

Finally, you walk over to the still-open classroom door and slam it shut, startling all the teenagers who will spend the next hour with you. They fall silent immediately.

Even Leon, who’s in the classroom across from yours, peeks out to see what’s happening.

You simply poke your face through the small window in the door and murmur a “nothing, I’ll tell you later,” which he doesn’t understand, but he answers by blowing you a kiss and winking at you, making you turn even redder than you probably already are.

“None of that, guys!” you say once you manage, or at least try, to regain your composure. “Now take your things out. Let’s start the class already. We’ve wasted enough time…”

You turn around and continue drawing the diagram on the board, but you know the quiet murmuring that continues in the classroom is only the beginning of not just a day, but a very hectic week… at least, until your students figure out what’s really going on between their two favorite teachers.

You sigh, try to stay calm, and pray things don’t get any worse.

However, you have no idea that this is only the beginning.

A few weeks later, after you tell Leon about the incident in class with his sweater, he calls you distracted and forgetful (which is true), and you both start being even more careful. The kisses you used to share in the teachers’ lounge now happen in your shared car, long before entering the school, and after making absolutely sure no one’s around.

Leon and you, but mostly him, deny every rumor. Not only the ones your “adopted children,” as your students call themselves, spread about you, but also the ones circulating among your colleagues. Eventually, though… your fellow teachers tell you to stop pretending you’re not together because it’s obvious from a mile away, but that they will help you keep the secret from the students.

But, well… the main problem in keeping that secret is you and your little slip-ups.

The next problem happens during recess.

Normally, each teacher has a routine depending on whether they have to supervise recess or not. That day you’re the one staying in the teachers’ lounge, while Leon’s on duty outside. So, when you walk in and see his mug full of coffee, you don’t hesitate to pick it up and take a sip, leaving a small kiss on the rim beforehand, your lipstick perfectly visible.

What surprises you is that, when you glance toward one corner of the room, two of Leon’s best senior Chemistry students are sitting there with their notebooks open and filled with exercises…

Along with Leon himself.

“Hi, guys…” you say shyly, playing with your hair.

The boys say nothing, and neither does Leon.

Instead, your fiancé simply looks at you, gives you a small smile, and tells his students to focus back on their exercises while he can’t stop shaking his head and quietly laughing to himself.

“Did you see that, Jason?” you hear Leon’s student ask her classmate while you are making some photocopies and Leon has gone to the bathroom.

“He didn’t even react!” the boy says. “And Mr. Kennedy… God, Anna, he just looked at her and smiled.”

“And he turned bright red! And let me tell you, someone drinking from your coffee is pretty weird, especially when you’re just coworkers. And Ms. Y/L/N even left a kiss on it, so it would be noticeable on his coffee mug, the usual one, the one he always uses and loves! I bet she gave it to him and—”

“Wait, wait…” Anna interrupts him. “What are you saying? Are you implying they’re…?”

“I’m very sure, at least, they live together. I’m convinced, Anna.”

You decide to stop listening and almost run out of the teachers’ lounge toward your classroom only to run straight into Leon.

You try to ignore him but, much to your dismay, he gently grabs your arm and makes you stop.

“Hey, you…”

His blue eyes are fixed on you. He hasn’t said anything else besides your name, but you know perfectly well what means with that.

“Yeah, okay, got it…” you reply, giving in to the displeased look on his face. “We’re just coworkers, Mr. Kennedy,” you emphasize the last part.

“You know you don’t have to say that here. For you I’m Leon, your coworker,” he replies jokingly. Then he leans close to your ear, making sure once again that no one is watching, and whispers: “Although you know I like it when you call me Mr. Kennedy in bed while I’m eating you out…”

“Alright, alright, that’s enough, move along!” you shout flustered as you pull away from him and continue down the hallway.

Leon, however, can’t stop watching you storm off from side to side, clutching the folder where you always keep a thousand different photocopies that somehow make you never find the one you actually want.

The weeks go by, and so do the rumors.

Now that the rest of the teachers at the school know that not only are you a couple, but you’re also engaged, they help quite a bit in silencing the gossip that surrounds you.

The only thing people hear in the hallways, classrooms, and even during parent meetings is how much your students ship you (alongside with stupid ship names).

Months pass since they catch you wearing Leon’s sweater in class, and although you have a few more slip-ups, like calling Leon honey in the middle of a lesson (something he hates but secretly loves hearing from you) or talking about your weekend plans when you think your students aren’t listening, the talk about you two and the secret you seem to share never really dies down.

The peak of it all, much to your disgrace, happens during one of the end-of-year trips.

It takes place in a museum in Raccoon City, specifically in the Medieval section.

You are very focused on explaining the artifacts your students are looking at and connecting them to the material you studied in class that you keep moving back and forth. 

Your eyes occasionally glance at Leon, who has decided to accompany you “so you wouldn’t be alone,” and because of that you don’t notice that right behind you the floor suddenly becomes uneven.

Then, you take a step back and twist your ankle, falling to the ground suddenly as your explanation is interrupted by a cry that alarms both your students and your fiancé.

“Hey!” Leon shouts the moment he sees you, running toward you.

Your students hold their breath… but not so much because of the accident, but because of the scene happening in front of them.

Leon kneels in front of you and immediately checks your right ankle, which is clearly more swollen than normal.

“You okay, love?”

That love is a whisper… but not quiet enough for your students not to hear it clearly.

Naturally, they start letting out muffled squeals, jumping around and whispering to each other that they knew it, that it was obvious there was something between you more than just professionalism and a simple friendship.

“I think I twisted it,” you answer Leon, grimacing in pain while trying to stand up. “It’s… fine, I guess.”

“Hey, you really need to start being more careful. This happens to you all the time…” he sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“You say it like I trip every day.”

“You do, love,” he replies, giving you an unimpressed look while signaling the students to guide you. They say nothing and, instead, they simply stare, stunned. “Last month you fell in your classroom while trying to erase the board. Last week, at home, you almost broke your wrist grabbing a book I had hidden to give you as a gift. And now, look, a little more and—”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” you reply, surrendering. “I’m clumsy, but you still love me anyway, I guess.”

“Don’t say that. You know I love you no matter how clumsy you are.”

Leon shakes his head at what he just says, and then does the thing that nearly sends your students into a collective internal meltdown.

He takes your hand, and you have absolutely no shame in intertwining your fingers with his. 

Your fiancé doesn’t hesitate either before placing a warm kiss on your hand.

Not to mention that, when you almost fall again, Leon has no problem holding you by the waist… or even picking you up in his arms to carry you to the small emergency room inside the museum while telling the chaotic teenagers, currently fangirling over the two of you, to wait outside and see what happens to you.

By the time you return to the school, the rumors have reached their peak, and there’s nothing you can do to avoid the confrontation with your students, especially when Anna, Jason, and a few others who are closest to you corner you after class, just as you are heading toward the parking lot to get into your car and go home together, hand in hand.

You barely have time to react when they step in front of you. 

Their faces show shy smiles as they fiddle with the straps of their backpacks, unable to stop looking at the two of you.

Leon and you exchange a glance, and you both know there’s no turning back now, and that you don’t have any more excuses left.

“Guys, whatever you want to ask us, go on,” you say calmly, crossing your arms while leaning slightly against your fiancé.

“Mr. Kennedy, Ms. Y/L/N, we have something to ask you,” Jason begins.

Leon sighs and looks at you. 

Yes, this is exactly what you expected.

“Let me guess… now we’re like your best friends or something, and you’ve decided we should play truth or dare with you?” your fiancé says jokingly.

“Exactly, Mr. Kennedy!” Camila, another girl, replies.

“The thing is… are you two dating, or not?”

“Sorry… What did you just say, Jenson?” you ask, trying not so much to avoid answering anymore, but to see where the conversation’s going.

“Oh my God, Ms. Y/L/N, don’t ignore us!” Anna says. “It’s obvious you wear Mr. Kennedy’s oversized hoodies…”

“And you drink from his coffee mug and leave super cute lipstick kisses on it,” Jason continues. “Oh, and you call him honey. Who calls their coworker honey?!”

“And you flirt in the hallways! Mr. Kennedy always leans in to whisper things in Ms. Y/L/N’s ear, and she turns super red!” another boy adds.

“And yesterday you were holding hands and calling each other love and those sweet things parents say!”

Leon and you look from one student to another, each comment making it harder and harder to contain your laughter.

“From the way you’re all saying that,” Leon comments, turning toward you with a huge grin, “it sounds like we’re married.”

“Well, we live together and we’re getting married in three months, so you’re not that far off,” you reply, bursting into laughter.

And that’s when silence falls.

The students stop laughing and instead exchange looks with each other for a moment until they start shaking one another, constantly shouting “I told you so!” while continuing to bombard you with even more personal questions about your relationship.

“So, it’s true?! You two are actually dating?!”

“Actually, we’ve been doing that for five years,” Leon answers proudly. “Dating, I mean. You know… getting to know each other… and all that.”

“And, as you’ve probably already heard, we’re getting married in three months,” you add. “We’ve been planning the wedding since… well, since Leon proposed to me almost a year and a half ago.”

“Do you know how long we’ve been shipping you when you were already canon? And in secret!” Jason shouts, clearly the most shocked by the revelation.

“We demand compensation after you’ve been lying to us all this time,” Anna says, crossing her arms and prompting her classmates to start saying the same thing.

You look at Leon, and he looks back at you.

He knows exactly what you mean with that look.

“Should we tell them?” you ask quietly.

Leon doesn’t say anything, but a wide smile, much wider than usual, and the sparkle in his eyes, light up his face.

“Sure. After all, it’s only a matter of time before they find out...”

“Find out what?!” they all shout in unison.

Instinctively, you place your hands over your stomach while Leon wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“That soon you’re going to have, as you’d call it, an adopted sibling,” Leon replies, hugging you against him, feeling like the happiest man in the world.

“I’m pregnant, guys, so... you’d better not say bad words in class because the baby can hear you, okay?”

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[3racha-agustd]

Imagine your husband loving you so much that after completing the mission that saved his life, the first thing he does is put on your wedding ring.

[polakina]

office hours

~ as leon kennedy’s personal assistant, you had 24/7 access to his office for filing, reports and often just to bring him coffee at odd hours. working late one night you swing by his office to drop off some files left over from the previous mission, only to find your boss in a slightly precarious position

rating ~ mature (did i crawl out the depths of my own ass to write filth about leon kennedy? yes absolutely of course)

re9 leon kennedy x f reader

warnings ~ so much smut, boss/assistant dynamic, oral (f and m receiving) dirty talk, fingering, bondage (sorta? kinda tame though), doggy style, penetration, creampie, fluff, no plot ngl i don’t have the brain capacity for that shit rn just enjoy the smut pls xoxo

It was late, too late to even be working. You peered outside, no cars, no civilians, nothing. Not surprising, it was closer to sunrise than midnight, nobody should be awake at this time.

The dim lamplight coming from your desk became your only source of vision, having turned the harsh spotlights off hours ago. You’d been answering calls from international offices, notifying about the Raccoon City incident since the bombing. It was exhausting, granted not as exhausting as your boss being the one who was actually in the shit and fighting for his life, but goddamn your limit as a PA was wearing thin.

Leon’s office was in clear sight from your desk, his office door directly in front of you, you could often see him sat as his computer if you peered at him above your own.

Four years you’d been his assistant, and it only took about 3 months for him to say he hated being called Mr Kennedy, so since then you’d called him Leon, it felt so natural to you now.

Swirling your finger softly over the rim of your coffee cup you saw the dark brown liquid settled undisturbed inside. You brought the cup to your lips and took a sip as you flipped the page of your reports strewn across your desk. Cold. Very cold. Very disgusting. You spat the coffee back into the cup in disgust. There was nothing worse than cold coffee.

Making your way to the office kitchen you fixed yourself a fresh cup, pouring one for Leon as well since you knew full well he hadn’t left his office in hours. Holding both cups in one hand, the handles clanking together as you balanced them perfectly in your fingers, you grabbed the documents you needed Leon to sign and made your way to his office door.

You heard grunting, a muffled voice through the door caught your attention. There was a chance he was on the phone, so you knocked quietly and peeked your head in to see if you could get his attention.

The chair was swivelled to the side wall, his left profile on show, head fallen back against the chair as his eyes rested closed. Your eyes squinted, confused as they drifted down towards the desk hiding the lower half of his body. Then you spotted his hand, rising up and down between his legs, you heard the skin on skin contact, your eyes widening as you realised exactly what he was doing to himself. But you couldn’t look away immediately, your eyes fixated on him, the way his mouth fell open as his hand sped up, the way his hips bucked slightly into the air, how his free hand gripped the arm rest of his chair, veins pushing against the skin of his forearm. It was only his voice that snapped you out of your trance.

“You gonna stand there watching, or you coming in?” he huffed through a smirk, eyes still closed. How the fuck did he know you were there. Panicking that you’d been caught, you closed the door, but didn’t move away from it. Placing the coffee cups beside you on the table, your mind began to race.

Over the years there had been tension, sure. Working late nights with the guy had brought you two closer. Staff dinners and friendly drinks had brought you two very close, but not close enough that you’d acted on the instinct of wanting to drag him into your car and ride him in the backseat, even though it was on your mind constantly. A few touches here and there, his lips a little too close to yours when he leaned in to say something in a bustling bar late at night. A hand on your waist as he walked you back to your car after a long night at the office. Tension definitely grew for you two over the years, and you’d both imagined what it’d be like to get the other into bed, but he was your boss, and you were his assistant.

Fuck it.

You opened the door and he was there. Pants promptly back around his waist, his hair slightly slick with sweat, tousled on his forehead. You stared up at him, not expecting him to be so close. He just smirked, staring at you in the doorway, a look in your eye but he couldn’t put his finger on what it was.

“You coming in then, darlin’?”

“Why? You think I’m interested?” You tried to make out like this was exactly what you wanted.

“Why’d you open the door again, then?”

Shit.

Words wouldn’t formulate in your mouth when you parted your lips to speak, so Leon took the opportunity to stop you speaking altogether. His hand reached up, his fingers grabbing under your chin as he pulled your face to his, lips crashing onto yours with want.

Your hands drifted up his shirt, feeling the muscle that tightly clawed at the fabric of his clothes underneath until they reached his neck, wrapping your arms around it, pulling him flush against your body.

God, he’d dreamt about this. Not necessarily in his offie, he’d imagined it in other, more private locations. Driving you home and pulling you into his lap when he pulled up to your house, hands in your pants as you worked on unbuttoning his jeans. Or whenever you were at his place for work, scrapping all the reports on the kitchen counter and bending you over it, pounding into you until all you could scream was his name as you clawed at the wood countertop, his hips flush with your ass as he spilled inside you, filling you up with his cum. But the office was good enough this time.

He pulled you in, slamming the door behind you and pushing you against it, trapping your body against his as his hands roamed over your waist, your hips, until they found their way around the curve of your ass. “Fuck, you know how long i’ve wanted to do this to you, hmm?” Leon whispered as his lips moved to your neck, licking a stripe up to your ear. “Been dreaming about this for months.”

He was a man of mystery, Leon Kennedy. Hard to read. But now all he could do was tell you exactly what was on his mind.

Your fingers made quick work of his buttoned pants, undoing it with ease, sliding the zipper down slowly. You could feel a wetness in your jeans already, fuck this wasn’t taking too long for him to undo you.

“You jumping straight into it, huh? Skipping the fun altogether, what’s the point in that?” His tone almost made it sound like he didn’t want it over with that quick. But that wasn’t what you were doing, you had other ideas.

“Who said anything about skipping the fun parts?” You brought his lips back to yours for one more messy kiss, tongues melding together in a dance, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip before he saw you gradually sink to your knees, fingers prying his jeans down his thighs. You looked up at him through hooded lids and god, he thought that was the best sight he ever laid eyes on.

Your hand toyed with him through his boxers, musing playfully at the straining cock beneath the fabric, desperate to be released. Placing a kiss to the bulging fabric, you felt a twitch, making him sigh above you. Still pinned against the door, your back pressed firmly against it, he knew that’s exactly where you wanted to be.

Pulling his boxers down, you freed his cock from its confines and widened your eyes at the sight. Leon’s forearm came to rest on the door for support while the other drifted to your hair, entwining his fingers in your soft locks.

Wasting no time, your tongue licked up the length, tickling over the tip where precum had started to leak from when he was pleasuring himself in his chair. Your lips wrapped around his cock, your throat relaxing as you took him in to the hilt, breathing softly through your nose.

Leon looked down at you, his hand gripping your hair tighter, slowly rocking his hips against you, not too much to force a gag from your throat, but just enough to draw him closer to an orgasm. He refused internally to cum before you did, but fuck, seeing you like this as he towered above you made him want to spill straight down your throat and watch you swallow every last drop.

“Fuck that’s so fucking good, baby. You’re doing so good, looking so pretty with my cock down your throat,” he mewled as his forehead pressed against the door just below where his arm rested. He set the pace for you, your head bobbing rhythmically as his hand and hips guided, his eyes drifting past your chin to watch your hands reach down your own newly unbuttoned pants to touch yourself.

Fuck, you were getting off on this. Off on the fact that your mouth was full of his cock, your fingers playing with his balls, massaging them gently as you rubbed your own clit out of sheer desperation.

The thought of that made his hips buck faster against you, your head fully resting against the door as your throat fell lax, your jaw slack as you took him in fully with every thrust, your tongue dancing along the underside of his cock.

Shit he was going to cum. He gripped your head in place, slowing pulling himself out of the warm wetness of your mouth, his dick slapping against his stomach as he did.

“What’s wrong?” you whispered up to him as he helped you to your feet.

“Nothing, baby. Just don’t want to be finished with you so soon, do I? Wanna take my time with you”, he smirked hands falling to your ass, lifting you in his arms as he walked you towards his desk, lips firmly against yours, tongue exploring your mouth.

One hand holding you up, the other swiping everything from his desk onto the floor, he laid you on the desk, his lips never leaving your body as they trailed down to the swell of your breasts.

“Um excuse me, I worked hard on those reports I gave you”, you rolled your eyes, looking at the strewn papers discarded to the floor.

He looked up at you from a kneeled position, his hands making quick work of removing your shoes followed by your pants, leaving you almost naked before him.

“Oh I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Should I take the precious time to clean that up, or would you rather I eat you out? Hmm?”

He was smirking. You could hear it in his tone without even looking. You didn’t even give a response, the corners of your mouth upturning slightly.

“I’ll take your silence as the latter, then.”

You didn’t even open your mouth to form a quick witted remark before he’d already pulled your panties aside, tongue flicking against your clit deliciously. Your thighs caged his head, trapping him between your legs as he ate your pussy like a man starved. His tongue dipped into your wet hole, his lips wrapping around your clit. And to top it off, his fingers teased you so gently, running through your folds until you whined at him, begging him to use them.

“What do you want, baby? Tell me? You want me to use my fingers inside you? Shove them inside your desperate little pussy and finger you until you cum? That what you want?”

You nodded eagerly, head pushed back against the desk, your hands gripping his hair like a vice, keeping his mouth occupied on your sensitive nerves. “Fuck, please Leon. Please.”

Please was all it took.

Two fingers sunk deep inside you, curling as far as they could to hit a spot that sent your eyes rolling, and after that his pace never faltered. He kept the same rhythm, anything to hear those pretty little moans escape you. Licking through your folds, sucking on your clit harshly, fingers buried deep inside you, it was almost too much. Your hips rose off the desk, using his shoulders as leverage to grind your pussy against his face. You were close, way too fucking close to an orgasm, and he could feel it, basically sense it through your body language.

You felt his movements stop, his fingers retreating as well as his tongue. You whined as his bod left yours, watching as he rose to stand, grabbing your thighs and pulling you towards the edge of the desk with such ease.

Lining himself up, Leon’s eyes practically fell into the back of his head as he pushed his cock into you with care. Watching the way you clenched around him, basically sucking him deeper into your pussy, he could have cum right there and then.

“You’re doing so fucking good, taking my cock so well. God, feels so good inside you, wish I could stay here all fucking night”.

He couldn’t stop himself, he had barely pushed full to the hilt before pulling almost all the way out and slamming back into you with force. Setting the pace, Leon’s brutal thrusts almost sent you off the desk, his arms wrapped around your elevated thighs being the only thing keeping you close.

You could barely form a sentence, your eyes back into your head as your hands grabbed at whatever part of him you could to ground yourself, his wrists being the closest thing. “Please, please, fuck Leon,” you whimpered as he pulled your legs up to his shoulders, your ankles dangling beside his head.

“That feel good, huh? Taking my cock like a good girl, god I can feel how fucking wet you are. That all for me, hm? You getting wet over your boss fucking you on his own desk?”

Fuck. Yes. The idea of someone hearing or catching you in her only spurred you on further.

“Please don’t stop, Leon. Fuck. I’m so close.”

“Oh baby, you don’t get to make the rules here. You’re in my office.”

He pulled out so swiftly the feeling of emptiness hit you like a truck. About to protest, he didn’t give you a second to speak before he’d pulled your body off the desk completely and spun you round to face away from him, the fronts of your thighs hitting the desk harshly.

“Give me your hands, darlin’. Don’t want your pretty fingers scratching into my desk now, do I?”

You obliged, feeling the palm of his hand pushing your lower back to bend you over the desk. Leon grabbed his tie from the chair in front of you, the heat of his chest seeping into your back, his musky smell filling your nostrils.

Tying the tie around your wrists into a perfect knot, leaving a tail on the end long enough for him to wrap his hand around to manoeuvre you as he pleased, he pushed his cock back into you, all the way until you felt him in your stomach.

Forceful thrusts that shook the desk, you felt every inch, every vein, every goddamn part of his cock filling your walls. One hand wrapped around the tie for leverage, the other burning fingerprints into your hip as he forced you back onto his cock, meeting you in the middle.

Fuck if anyone could hear you right now, your moans and screams were like candy to him, filling the room with your noise only brought him closer to completion. You were so close, almost fucking there as the tip of his cock buried deep inside you, hitting that spot that made your vision blur.

“Shit shit Leon i’m gonna cum! Fuck please don’t stop, please. Let me cum on your cock.” Your pleads set something off inside him, his thrusts growing erratic, a quickened drawing you both closer to a high. The sounds of skin slapping against skin, the smell of salt in the air from the sweat falling from both of your bodies. How the fuck was it so hot in this room?

“Come on baby, let it go. Cum on my cock baby, i’m so fucking close. Where do you want it, hm? Your pretty face? Your tits? Tell me what you want.” He didn’t want to state the obvious choice he wanted, even though he wanted it so fucking badly, but he didn’t have to. You said it for him.

“Inside me. Please,” you managed to whimper breathlessly as your felt your orgasm on the verge of tipping over. “Cum inside my pussy, please Leon, I want you to fill me up.” Your words became incoherent after that, your walls clenching around him as your orgasm hit you, drowning his cock in your juices, leaking out of you as he watched it drip off his cock to the floor.

He wasn’t far behind, ramming into you with such vicious speed, his balls slapping against your ass as he came inside your sweet pussy, filling you completely with his own seed. His hips slowed to a stop, still buried inside you as his forehead fell gently to the center of your shoulder blades, his hands stroking over your hips and waist gently. The both of you sucked air back into your lungs, breathing heavily as he pulled out of you slowly. A quiet moan escaped your lips as he pushed the escaping cum back into your pussy with his fingers, making sure not to waste a single bit.

You turned around, leaning against the desk and looking up at him. He leaned down to kiss you gently, reaching behind you to untie the bindings and release your wrists.

“You okay?” he asked, a note of concern in his tone at your flustered cheeks and wet eyes. His fingers caressed your cheek, drifting to your chin to tilt your head to meet his eye line.

You nodded, smiling up at him sweetly. Fuck, he loved that smile. He saw it everyday and he still loved it. “I’m good. Really fucking good actually,” you laughed, watching him return the same smile.

It took a minute to find every item of clothing you’d both thrown across the room carelessly, but eventually you managed to put yourselves back together, but you could still feel his cum inside you, seeping to your underwear, but you couldn’t care less.

“What were you actually coming in here for the first time?” he asked over his shoulder, grabbing his jacket off the back of his chair. He looked over to see you eyes widen slightly.

“Shit the coffee!” your mind drifted to the coffee cups laid abandoned on the table outside the office, freezing cold most likely after its abandonment. “I was bringing you coffee to help you finish your reports,” you giggled, the cups long forgotten.

“Sweet gesture,” he mused, walking forward and kissing the side of your head, “but I enjoyed this a lot more than any coffee you could have given me.”

“I bet you did,” you replied, smirking, poking your finger playfully into his chest. “Shit, the sun’s coming up soon, we should probably get going. You could just make out a pinky orange glow beyond his window past the tall buildings blocking the view of the mountains.

Walking out to the parking lot, you breathed in the fresh air, letting it fill your lungs completely, clearing your head.

“Where you going?” You heard behind you, turning to see Leon opening the passenger side to his car, cocking his head to the side.

“This great place I like to call my home. Where my bed is. And my shower. And my fridge where I keep my food.”

“Get in the car, baby,” he rolled his eyes, gesturing to the empty seat with a wave of his hand. “Got all those things at my place, what more could you need?”

You walked towards him, eyes rolling once more. “Ever heard of this thing called sleep, Leon? It’s something I might need since I have to be back here in like, four hours.”

“Darlin, I’m your boss. Which is convenient because I’ve decided you need to take a day to work from home. Which conveniently so do I. So get in the car, because I never said I was finished with you just yet.”

Getting in that car turned into the best decision you’d made in a long time, Leon made sure of that.

[ladyfallon]

Really enjoyed this

[ladyfallon]

Firefighter Leon Kennedy x Female Reader

Warnings: No smut but my blog is 18+ so minors please DNI. House fire, death, hospitalisation, burns (minor), smoke inhalation, angst (quite heavy at times), fluff, cheating, reuniting with an ex, pregnancy, reading someone else’s journal, secrets, and drunken behaviour. While some may seem trivial, I’m trying to cover all possibilities. If there is something I missed, then I apologise.

A/N: This is the first piece I’ve done in a while. My random prompts were Leon Kennedy, Fire Fighter, Christmas Tree and “Let Me Kiss it Better”. It’s been fun to write about Leon in an AU, I don’t do it enough. My work is not beta read. My mistakes are all my own and I do not give permission for this work to be copied onto other platforms, it is on my Ao3 account too. Please feel free to like, reblog and/or comment. Reader feedback is always appreciated.

The Fire Still Burns

Sirens sang their emergency call as the truck sped down the road. Arriving at the scene of fire, the team jumped out to assess the way to tackle the fire as it engulfed the building. Its flaming arms crackled as it constricted the building. Screams were heard from people within the inferno, desperate pleas and cries for help. Chris and Barry nodded at Jill and Leon as they radioed for paramedics. Barry started to unravel the hosepipe and within seconds they were tackling the fire. While Jill assisted Barry, Chris and Leon went into the building.

Crowds were gathering outside to watch as the commotion commenced, gossiping and whispering about how and why it could have started. They erupted into cheers as Chris emerged from the blaze carrying two children and flanked by several adults all needing medical attention. Not stopping for one moment, he ran back inside to collect more survivors from Leon who was searching the upper floors with caution. The fire was coaxing him as he battled the discomfort of the heat and smoke. He reached the final floor of the block despite being told it was too dangerous. He could hear someone coughing in the midst of crying while trying to find a safe way out.

The flames were lashing out like whips as he tried to see through the billowing smoke. Calling out, Leon wasn’t sure he’d get a response. He was lucky to have protective gear, but he knew the trapped civilian didn’t and it worried him.

Chris called for a backup crew because the fire was relentless and worse than thought. Jill had pointed out the cheap materials used to make the building had caused such a quick spread and they were battling not just to extinguish it but to ensure Leon made it out alive.

“Help please!” she spluttered as she tried to protect her face with a wet tea towel. Leon could make out the silhouette behind the flames that separated them. Reacting on instinct, Leon darted past the flames to her, avoiding as much of it as he could but feeling it singe his suit. Reaching the woman, he grabbed her hand and led her back into her apartment closing the door. Instantly he sought out the bathroom. Soaking the towels in water he returned and placed them at the bottom of the door to try and slow down the amount of smoke entering the room. He turned to look at the woman but realised she was on the floor now gasping for air having dropped her face covering. He scooped her up and took her to the open window to try and get her some air but she was losing consciousness.

“I need help!” Leon called out from the top window. Barry and Jill ran for the ladder while Rebecca took over with Chris to put the fire out.

Barry reached the top of the ladder and gave Leon the lecture glare which he shrugged off.

“Barry, she’s unresponsive. She needs urgent help!” he instructed helping her out of the window to Barry as she hung over his shoulder. With haste he began to descend. Leon was about to leave when he saw something he recognised. An old photograph. He picked it up and shoved it into his pocket before heading out of the window and down the ladder.

It had taken four hours to put the fire out, Leon had been sent to the hospital despite his protests, to check for smoke inhalation and burns. He hated being in hospital and paced the floor waiting for the doctor to return. His mind kept going back to the woman. She looked familiar to him. He was about to check the photo again when the doctor came into the room.

“You must be protected by the gods, honestly Leon this is the fifth trip to us this month and we’re only two weeks in” Dr Wesker smiled in disbelief.

“What can I say doc? Saving people is more important to me than anything” he replied.

“I get that, but you need to slow down. Although your chest x-ray came back clear and you suffered a minor burn to the hand, you can’t keep going at this pace. I know you lost your sister and mum in a fire but these heroics will not bring them back and if you get hurt how will you help others? Now do you want me to dress the burn or let me kiss it better?” Wesker teased to lighten the mood. Leon’s lips pressed into a thin line as he looked down and nodded with realisation of the truth. He had always been told off for playing the hero. Rushing in to save the day even if his own life had been put at risk. He’d been doing it ever since he became a firefighter nearly fifteen years ago. He’d been propelled to do so by the internal guilt of watching his family home go up in flames. He’d been away at university and was going to surprise his mum and sister with an early return for Thanksgiving only to find a fire was ravaging the home and it was too late to save his family. He kept blaming himself for attending a party the day earlier and getting the bus home an hour later than planned. Leon looked up at Dr Wesker who sat in front of Leon with the dressings for the burn on Leon’s hand.

“How’s the woman who was brought in?” Leon asked.

“She suffered smoke inhalation and some minor burns, but she’ll live”

“The one you saved from the top floor?” Wesker quizzed to see Leon nod at him.

“I take it she won’t be home for Christmas then” Leon mused.

“Maybe, she’ll be here for a few days at least until Christmas Eve, but from what I’ve heard none of the tenants will be able to move back in for Christmas. Jill called in and said Olivera had already started inspecting the place. It’s unsafe for inhabitants and people are collecting whatever they have and will wait to be rehomed” Wesker paused as he finished the bandaging. “And we’re done. You’re good to go Leon” he added standing up. Leon stood slowly and grabbed his gear.

“Thanks doc. What was her name, by the way, the woman who was brought in. I can organise someone to collect her belongings”

“Y/N Y/L/N, I believe” Dr Wesker answered tidying away the remains of the dressing kit. Leon thanked him and left the room.

He hadn’t heard that name in a long time. He left the hospital and went back to the fire station. He returned his uniform and changed clothes. He took the photo he grabbed from the scene of the fire and studied it. A smile and tear emerged at the same time. She looked so different now. No wonder he hadn’t recognised her at first. Without stopping to think, he made his way back to the block to rescue what he could of her belongings.

After what seemed like hours, Leon had collected all that he could from clothing to personal items and left furniture behind. Sat in his house, he knew he shouldn’t but he couldn’t fight the temptation and delved into her photo albums and journal.

11/06/2011

I can’t believe Leon and I are celebrating a year together already. He’s been through so much but every day I see him moving forward and taking small positive steps forward. He’s finally agreed to visit his mum and sister’s graves as part of his therapy. I know it’s going to be tough but I’m going to be there with him every step of the way. I just wish I could do more and take his pain away with a snap of my fingers.

Tonight has been fun though. We decided to go roller skating at the retro rink and he really struggled out there. He often jokes that he can’t dance, I guess we should add roller skating to that list. I’ve never seen a man move so stiffly, stumble and then cause an eight person pile up. My ribs hurt from laughing so much. He was faking sulking as we went for pizza but it didn’t last long. That bright smile that I love was back. When we left, he asked for the rest of the pizza to go and on the way home he gave it to a homeless man, a war veteran. It’s the simple acts of kindness which he does so often that makes my heart melt.

Leon skimmed the journal and smiled to himself at the memories from that entry. He stopped at another page.

24/12/2011

He did it! He did it! As of now, I’m officially engaged to Leon. He hung the ring on the tree like bauble and when I spotted it I turned to ask him and he was on one knee. He cried as he asked, I cried as I said yes and we stood there crying like idiots so happy in our moment. I’ve never been so happy in my entire life. Mom and gran are ecstatic too. They love Leon and my brother is relieved another man is joining the ranks.

My gift to him paled in comparison. I made him a quilt for the sofa, he has a habit of falling asleep there so I figured at least it would give him some comfort and warmth. He said he loved it but I felt it wasn’t as good as the gift he has given me.

Leon turned and pulled the quilt around him. He still had it twelve years on. The memories were like a mallet to the heart. He recalled falling in love with her the moment they met. She’d returned his mum’s cat Whiskey to him. After his mum and sister died, he took Whiskey in but she had a habit of going walkabouts. They became inseparable after that day. But it went wrong so suddenly and it was the biggest regret of his life because no one compared to her. He dug further into her journal collection to read more.

19/04/2017

My heart is broken. I caught him in bed with Ada from across the street. I don’t even know what to do right now. I’m sat at this stupid bus station and I’m waiting for the bus to take me home to mom. I thought he was the one. I thought he loved me. Maybe my brother is right – love is for losers and I’m the biggest loser I know.

21/04/2017

Holy shit! I’m pregnant. I... I can’t write because I have no words. I just wish Leon hadn’t been so stupid.

14/09/2017

Mom came with me to the scan today. The baby is developing so fast. I burst into tears when I heard the heartbeat. Little bean is real and I can’t wait to hold him or her.

Leon stared at the ultrasound photo and nearly dropped the journal in shock. Astounded at the revelation, his eyes panned at the realisation that there was no children’s toys at her apartment. No bed, no sign of a child whatsoever. His mind began to run a mile a minute at all of the possible things that could explain why she didn’t have a child in her apartment if she had given birth. He knew he had to continue reading and find out more about his child even though he knew this was an intrusion of her privacy.

24/12/2017

I’m sitting here tonight with the biggest smile on my face and the warmest feeling in my heart. She is so beautiful and tiny. My little bundle of joy and ultimate Christmas gift. It’s ironic that she was born on the night that was the anniversary of the proposal. I wish Leon could see her. She’s perfect. It’s made me realise that I still love him and always will. I hope one day he will be able to meet her and have some type of relationship with her even if he is with Ada.

His heart ached at the thought of his actions. Ada had been a stupid one time mistake, a drunken mistake that he regretted completely. He didn’t even remember much about why it happened except he got drunk because it would have been his mum’s 65th birthday and he needed to numb the pain but being drunk wasn’t helping and she threw herself at him. It wasn’t an excuse it was a mistake he took responsibility for, one that cost him more than he actually knew and it hurt deeply to discover how much.

He noticed it was the last journal entry of the last journal. He started to rummage through her things until he found a wooden box containing handwritten letters. He opened picked up the top envelope and took the letter out, a photograph fell onto his lap it was Y/N, her mother and a little girl no older than 7, her smile was cheeky but broad and her eyes held that happiness as she clung to Y/N. It looked like a Thanksgiving photograph.

December 1st 2023,

Hey Sweetie,

A quick note to let you know Leona-Marie and I will be coming to stay for the Christmas period as promised. We will be travelling up to you on the 23rd and going home on January 8th. I know we’re not that far from each other and that it’s temporary until you find somewhere bigger and safer but we miss you.

Leona-Marie misses you so much, she is asking when she can live with you in New York. I have explained but you know kids are impatient and don’t quite understand how complicated things are.

I’ve included the Thanksgiving photograph you love so much that Danny took. He told me to remind you to stay safe and that he’s only a phone call away if his little sister needs him.

Looking forward to seeing you soon

Love always,

Mum xx

Leon’s heart lurched, they were coming to New York and had nowhere to stay. Maybe this was fate giving him another chance. He put Y/N’s things back in the box and headed out to the hospital.

The machine beeped next to her as it monitored her heart rate and oxygen, she looked peaceful as she slept. Her minor burns were freshly dressed and she looked comfortable. Leon pulled the chair next to the bed and sat down, his hands cradled hers while he rubbed his thumb softly over the back of her hand. He felt a lump forming in his throat, she was still the only woman he’d ever truly loved and he was scared that he wouldn’t get that second chance. The minutes blended quickly into a couple of hours, the silence deafening. Leon’s head was resting on the bed where he still held her hand. Y/N’s eyes began to open slowly. Her eyelids were heavy and fighting to remain closed in support of her slumber laden mind but her throat was dry. She moved her hand slightly and waking Leon instantaneously. Their gazes connected and suddenly her recognition of him caused her tiredness to dissipate. She glanced at the water jug and without any words needed, he poured her a cup of water and held it to her lips so that she could sip slowly.

“Leon” she croaked softly.

“Hey sweetheart ” he smiled with relief.

“I... I thought I was dreaming or hallucinating” she tried to laugh resulting in spluttering.

“I was just as surprised when I realised it was you” he admitted, “but saving you was all that mattered”.

“Thank you” she spoke with tears in her eyes.

“You’re welcome” he deliberated his next words, “I’m sorry for the way I hurt you in the past. I was stupid, I have no excuse and it was the biggest mistake I ever made and regret it entirely. I haven’t been involved with anyone since I lost you. No one could ever measure up to you” his words tumbled out taking Y/N by surprise.

“I haven’t either, because I never wanted to be with anyone except you” she confessed.

“I’m still in love with you Y/N, I was hoping maybe we could start over” he began but was interrupted by the arrival of her mother and daughter. Her daughter practically flinging herself at Y/N.

“Mommy I was so scared” the girl sobbed in her mother’s arms. Leon stepped back, his heart aching as he saw his daughter for the first time. Y/N pressed her lips to her daughter’s head and felt Leon’s stare, making eye contact briefly – his glance told her that he knew. She gave a slight nod but was cut off by her mother fussing over her despite her protest.

“So who is this young man?” her mother asked thinking he looked vaguely familiar.

“He’s the firefighter who saved my life, Leon Kennedy” Y/N curled her lips into an appreciative smile as, simultaneously, her mother suddenly remembered who he was and Y/N’s daughter sat up alert and looked over at Leon.

“Mom, do you mean my... my...”

“Leona-Marie, I’d like to introduce you to your father,” she paused and beckoned him over, “Leon, I know this is not how I pictured you meeting but I want you to meet your daughter Leona-Marie”. Leona-Marie walked around to him, his eyes not leaving her once. He knelt in front of her and let her run her hands over his face almost not believing he was real. She noted they had the same eye colour and matching dimples as tears threatened to spill from her eyes.

“Hi daddy” she uttered nervously.

“Hey there sugarplum” he replied as she hugged onto him and cried into his shoulder. Y/N’s mother went to get some drinks allowing the reunited family some privacy.

With plans made for them all to stay with Leon for festive period, it dawned on him that Leona-Marie’s eighth birthday was on Christmas Eve. He didn’t have much time but he wanted to make it special, more importantly he wanted this Christmas to be the starting point for a new future together.

[ladyfallon]

I would love to make this as a cosplay outfit... possibly not me as i am now 48 and plus size 30/32.

Maybe I will find my confidence again, who knows but both gaming and cosplay fandoms can be really ageist and they body shame both ends of the spectrum which i hate.

I might just make the dress for the heck of it

[leavemealoneplzs]

Pairing: Leon Kennedy (Vendetta in mind) x chubby female reader

Summary: After a night of passion with your husband you both take much needed time to talk that leads to him admiring you.

Word count: 898

Notes: Not exactly warnings, but there is mention of stretchmarks and some suggestive content. Overall, a fluff/comfort fic.

Panting breaths and soft moans fade into the night. A sweet hush falls over the Kennedy household. Moonlight spills onto the bed, silhouetting the lovers. The smell of sweat and sex lingers in the air.

You watch Leon leave a kiss on your brow and a languid smile takes up residence on your face. He slides off the queen-sized bed, and the bathroom light comes on. Your heart skips a beat, admiring his broad shoulders and toned legs. The way he narrows in at the waist and every mole that hides amongst his scars. Then, he's returning to you with a wet washcloth. Giggles spill freely from your lips, the high from your earlier intimacy still overflowing.

"What are you laughing about, woman?" Your husband asks with a faint smirk and twinkling eyes. The mattress dips under his weight and his calloused hands tenderly grasp your legs. He holds your thighs steady as he carefully cleans you up.

"Nothing," you bite your lip while joy dances in your eyes. "It's just you still make me giddy. You just look so dang good all the time." Your face feels hot all over as you confess. And it doesn't help that he's being so tender, taking care of you like this.

Leon's soft, dark hair is falling over his crystal blue eyes. There's a relaxed expression on his face, and it's further proven by the looseness in his shoulders. A raspy chuckle escapes his mouth before he settles between your legs. His scratchy stubble grazes your thigh as his cheek rests upon it. "I still make you giddy, huh?"

"Yeah, you do." Your fingers brush lovingly through his hair, your voice mild. His eyes close in bliss, and satisfaction flutters in your chest. The moment is sweet and silent as you enjoy one another. His hand gently runs up and down your other thigh that faces him.

"Did you enjoy tonight?" The rugged agent mumbles his question to you. He sounds tired, but there's a self-conscious undertone to it.

"Of course, I did." You giggle again as he shifts to look up at you. His hands on your thick thighs and his chin nearly resting on your plush stomach.

"So, I did do something right? What was your favorite part?" He asks more questions, a hint of mischief in his baby blues.

You purse your lips and tap your chin as if you're thinking very deeply. "Well . . .I loved the sounds you made. All the groaning and panting in my ear." Truthfully you hum in delight just thinking about it and your toes curl into the maroon sheets.

"So, it wasn't anything I did? Not the way I touched you or kissed you? Just the sounds I made?" He nips the side of your hip, seeming disappointed in your answer yet lightly teasing his wife.

You startle, yelping after his nip at your skin. Your face blooms hot once more and you nearly jump his bones. "No, all of it was good. It's just my favorite part is hearing you enjoy yourself."

He grins, noticing your flustered state. Pride blooms in his chest at having such a loving wife and that he can please her with something so simple. His lips brush over your stomach, and goosebumps spring up afterward.

Leon's lips become more adventurous, traveling over your rounded center. Tender kisses and teasing nips cause whimpers to escape your mouth. Then he abruptly stops, and you immediately frown. Your eyes drift down to him, still laying between your legs.

"These are new, aren't they?" His fingers trace stretched marks along your lower stomach. Leon knows your body inside and out. He's always savored every detail, memorizing the good and bad. Of course, he'd notice the new ones.

Your chest hurts, and you slump back into the bed. Timidly your head turns, trying to hide away in the pillow. You can't help but be embarrassed even though you know it shouldn't matter, and your husband definitely doesn't care.

"Baby," his nimble fingers nudge your chin causing you to face him once again. "Why are you hiding from me?"

Heat crawls up your neck, and you shrug. What else can you do? You didn't want your husband to notice the imperfections on your body. Now it's too late. When you fail to answer, he sinks down again and begins kissing your stretchmarks.

Your fingers tangle in his thick hair, and you whimper softly. His tongue traces every mark that shoots up your stomach. Every mark that clings to your hips or slithers down to your thighs. He shifts any extra weight in determination to cover every inch with tender affection. His lips chase after the lines that race towards your backside, turning you ever so slightly.

It's pure bliss and there's no where else you'd rather be. All the pain in your heart seems to dissipate. A peace so sweet washes over you. You feel loved and cherished in a way that only Leon can gift you. All too soon his mouth pulls away.

Then, he's crawling up your naked body. Taking you up in his arms, he holds you close to his chest. Peacefully your cheek rests against the light bristles of hair along it.

"You're damn beautiful," he mumbles the special nickname he has just for you right against the crown of your head. "Don't you ever doubt it."

Extra notes: I had so much fun writing this! It's still scary posting my fanfiction, but I hope someone likes it. I really needed it and I love representing plus-sized readers.

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[ladyfallon]

Most people are shouting Happy Easter... for WWE fans this is our Christmas and New Year period... Happy Wrestlemania Weekend folks... may there be laughter, anger, tears and Michael Cole dancing like that embarrassing uncle at a family reunion- seriously we love ya Michael Cole

[thecountesstribe]

This photo speaks to me.

Y'all see that thousand yard stare, Jey's gone. I could write poems and essays about this segment. When Jimmy was getting worked over and we saw Jey stop, stand still and was just taking it in cause there was nothing he could do about it even after struggling as hard as he could. At that moment I had flashbacks to 2020 Jey vs Roman, the beginning saga of the right hand man and I'm sure he had his war flashbacks too. I'm sorry Jimmy had to get done in for him to lock in but this made the most sense. It wouldn't have worked with anybody else. Jimmy is literally the physical manifestation of Jey's heart and soul and everybody knows it. This was the absolute worst thing that Gunther could've done, he finally showed Jey the hell that he promised him. He's gonna pay for it though. Jimmy 100% knew there was a chance this was gonna happen and he made himself the sacrificial lamb and threw himself to the wolves to bring back Crash Out Jey. He's his brother's keeper. They sold that segment so well. Jey pausing his struggling at intervals and you see him disassociating in real time, him taking in Jimmy getting gradually bloodier and then the taunting from Gunther and the end shot of Gunther standing over them covered in his brother's blood holding the title and then Jey softly caressing Jimmy's head and he was just calm like he didn't just see his brother get brutalized. Cinema. Gunther just gave himself a problem he can't get rid of and that ass whooping Jey is gonna put on him is gonna be for more than just the title. It's extra personal now.

[bluelemondraws-mikel]

Rewatching Ugly Betty again and I drew my favorites! Betty, Amanda and Marc! I looove these three so much, specially Amanda she is such an iconic character

[cosmicdes]

[ladyfallon]

I'm a London girl born in East London and proud of my background. It's a part of London that borders Essex so I will happily say I couldn't be more proud of the London/Essex duo Pretty Deadly. They literally are a home team for me and to hear their names chanted as loudly as they were in the O2 arena was so exciting and emotional. It's hard for wrestlers on the international scene to break out in America so when they do so in the WWE it's pretty special.

Last night's match against the Street Profits may not have seen them win the titles yet but they gave a fantastic showing and there's so much more to come from this duo.

I said it before and I will say it again - the men's tag division on Smackdown is so much stronger than on Raw. They need to do a 5 way ladder match at Wrestlemania for the tag belts. The Profits vs Legado Del Fantasma vs MMG vs DIY vs Pretty Deadly.

There's so much scope for a legendary match there and potentially could steal the show on the night given. But I don't think it will happen.

[punksrhea]

NAOMI WWE SmackDown, March 21st, 2025

[ladyfallon]

Her time to shine

[rebelkelley0219]

[ladyfallon]

Excited for this

[ladyfallon]

Scarlett and Shotzi's latest Chamber of Horrors with Grayson Waller is brilliant. I really love watching them on their investigations.