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Contentsㅤㅤܢ ㅤten lords commission judge reader (after the big hcq break up), slowburn, angst, meet cutes, eventual smut, porn with plot, foxian heats, threesome (and insane sex positions), marathon sex, not completely true to the lore of the ten lords commission, set after "finest duel under the pristine blue", hurt/comfort, maybe ooc, reader calls blade and dh by their old names (post hcq), etc etc. alternate title: the 700 year long yearning of four gay men for their situationship.
⎯⎯͟͟♥︎̼ blade/jing yuan/dan heng x foxian male reader
In which a Foxian Judge is "freed" from his duties, but not the passion of his old lovers. This causes the presence of an Arbiter General, Stellaron Hunter, and a Nameless to be on the Luofu all at once. Though the latter never would have come just for Oolong tea if Jing Yuan kept the return of a distant memory secret.
A long time ago, the three of them were friends that blurred the lines between something more. A brotherhood that could not be swayed. A fortress no one could penetrate. Competition was never a thing outside of spars and friendly jests. But of course, the reason behind their unbecoming was a singular Foxian man.
(i) "no grace, no glory" —the high cloud quintet, for all their reputation, is still just a group of friends in this vast world. and even with the many lookers wandering the ship, none could truly compare to that dozing fox. of course, when three are enamored, the other two are exasperated. and one is oblivious.
(ii) "where is that dozing fox?" — curiosity leads to interest and eventually, something more. yingxing, jing yuan, and dan feng are set on following you around to understand you better. bai heng and jingliu watch from afar.
(iii) "morning, afternoon, evening" — your daily routines are disturbed by three meddling men who want to see that aloof exterior break. for a foxian with ears so large that could supposedly hear miles away, you're awfully prone to the mischief of a certain trio.
(iv) "fool me thrice, shame on me" — after the absolute mess of their attempted courting rituals, you are disheartened. what better way to pay the price of foolishness than make a fool of themselves once more?
(v) "heat in four different ways" — the interpretation of heat depending on perspective. ! smut !
Notes ... this is just a series masterlist. the chapters will be uploaded and linked here afterwards. the first half of the story is during the high cloud quintet's prime, the second is 700 years later, when they disband. readers appearance isn't really described aside from his ears and tail, and his personality which is aloof. and the fact that he likes tea. i hope you don't mind. this is quite literally the lore of my hsr oc but i figured since there are so little fics of these guys together with a male reader i decided to write it in fanfic form. also, i love foxians and the ten lords commission.
sum; leon and his wife, who he just missed so goddamn much and couldn't properly love because of the T-Virus, so now it's his job to remind her what she does to him
content; unprotected sex, multiple rounds, creampie, kinda gross cum stuff, cum eating, spit & cum swapping like w a kiss???, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, squirting,
wc; 1.2k
a/n; oh how I yearn for re9!leon 😩 he's so sexy. this was honestly just a reason to get nasty and push myself to be more comfortable with being actually a little gross in my writing... pls tell me if this is too much. im afraid guys 😓
You forgot how you had gotten here—all bent in half and sobbing for him to slow down as he shoved your face into the pillows. One second, he was pulling you close and telling you about Elpis and how he's okay and how badly he missed you, the next he's got you completely lost with pleasure, his cum pumping into you for the second time tonight as your cunt practically choked his cock, having reached your third orgasm of the night.
He pulled out, only to roll you onto your back and push your legs up. You didn't even get a warning as his cock slipped back into you, resuming the brutal, rhythmic thrusts that were made easier by the nasty amount of cum and slick that were seeping out of your walls.
"Fuuck," he hissed, head falling back slightly. "Bet this pussy missed me, too, huh? Gonna make up for all the nights I missed. All the nights I left you frustrated 'cause I couldn't touch you right.. 'm gonna make up for it all night, baby. Promise." He panted, one hand coming down to your clit to lightly smack at the throbbing bud. Your thighs tried to squeeze shut, but he kept them open with one hand and his body in the way.
"Lee!" You cried, body twitching and shaking almost violently.
"Come on, don't tell me you can't take it. You've been perfectly healthy this whole time. You can't take cock like you used to?" He taunted, watching the embarrassment bloom on your cheeks.
"N-no, 's not that—fuck!—I just—" You gasped, back arching as his fingers began to strum steadily, harshly against your clit.
"You what? Poor baby can't even speak. Pussy's too busy swallowing my fuckin' cock. You gonna cry for my cock? Gonna cry while you cum?" He purred, his words harsh but sugar coated in his tone. You looked up at him, a whimper squeaking out before your head threw back again, eyes rolling back and crossing like some dirty porno from Leon's dreams when he was a rookie. He growled, hissing slightly with restraint.
"Ho—ooh, oh, shit!" You squealed, hands pawing and pushing and scratching at his chest and shoulders as you felt your orgasm approaching rapidly.
"Do it. Let me know I'm doing good. Didn't lose my spark, did I? I still know how to make my wife dumb for my dick, yeah?" Despite the dirty words, you detected a subtle and actual need for the reassurance. Given how long it'd been since you two were able to have normal penetrative sex, he had to make sure he still had his 'special touch' as he called it.
"Fuck! Fuck, 'm cumming!" You sobbed, body practically shrinking into the bed below as your entire body quivered and let loose, warmth gushing around his cock. He could feel your hole fluttering and pulsing, and his orgasm followed quickly. For the third time, a heavy load of cum spilled into you, his fat, hard tip kissing your cervix and pumping right against the limit. He panted. Finally, he showed some kind of shaking. His arms shook as he held himself above you, his breath hitching and faltering momentarily.
"'M sorry," he huffed, pulling back again, only to push his cock in once more. You whimpered, reaching desperately to grab at his wrist as he tapped and pinched lightly at your clit, eliciting a sound that approached a scream due to pure overstimulation.
"Leee," you sobbed, eyes rolling back. He halted for a moment, only to lift your legs over his shoulders. Your ankles linked together behind his head, and you yelped as his hands smacked against your thighs to hold you in place as he pumped his cock back and forth, heavy and mean with fat balls slapping against your ass.
"One more." He panted. "Fuck, just one more. One more, and I'll be all done. Just gotta make sure I make up for my fuck-ups." His fingertips dug into your thighs as he looked down at you, taking in the dazed, dumb, desperate look on your face. You were approaching your fifth orgasm—nearly four on his cock, the first one having been on his thick fingers. Despite the overwhelming sensations, pussy beyond raw, clit throbbing and twitching with every thrust, head lulled off to the side as you struggled to keep your eyes open even as his cock punched moans and mewls from your throat, your body jolting and jiggling with the thrusts.
With how overstimulated you were, how sensitive your body was, and the lack of breaks, it didn't take long to be on the brink of your orgasm again. A small, worried sob trickled from your throat, and Leon brought one hand to make you look at him.
"Lee, 's weird," you whined. "I-it feels funny again." You warned. Leon knew what that meant, and although he knew it embarrassed you, he had to push for it. He had to get you there. He had to finally earn his reward—with rapid strums of your clit, mean thrusts of his cock hitting your cervix, and mixing with the dirty words he let out, his reward came moments later.
Your vision blanked out and all you felt was full body tingling and warmth between your legs, liquid splattering back onto you as you finally squirted—the clear liquid spurting strong from your cunt and hitting his abdomen, dripping down his torso, another scream-like sound ripping from you as you pawed and tried desperately to grab onto him. He fucked you through it until the thick stream fell into a trickle as his own orgasm hit again. He rolled his eyes back, his final load less powerful but still enough to make you squirm.
Once your vision came back, your body relaxed, Leon eased your body down, shifting you so that you didn't lay in the mess you two had made. He pulled out, watching the nasty mess seep out, slipping down as your pussy pushed it out in thick globs. Your hole temporarily gaped from how long the penetration went on, and he didn't pass up the chance to lower himself as he held your hips up away from the mess. You didn't even notice him lowering until his lips were on your cunt, making you jolt and try to run from the sensation.
"'M cleaning my mess." He muttered, holding you in place as he used his tongue to clean you up. He knew it was beyond lewd, beyond gross, but he'd never be ashamed to admit that he liked to clean up the nasty mess that he'd make—a mix of your arousal and his cum, salty, almost tangy, and warm on his tongue. He kept true to his word—he didn't try to mess with your clit, ensuring his nose didn't nudge it, only licking up and suckling lightly to clean up the mess. At the end, he lapped at your folds and held some of the mess in his mouth before he crawled up your body and grabbed your face, leaning in for a kiss.
You whimpered, brows furrowing as you felt the swapping of spit, cum, and your own taste. It was nasty, but it made you quiver, your pussy twitching at the sensation. If you hadn't already cum five times, he would've easily gone again just to get rid of that twitching.
"I missed you." He panted, shifting off to the side as he pulled you to lay on top of him.
"Missed you, Lee." You breathed, quiet and shaky as you fell into his embrace.
type of pictures husband!leon s kennedy sends you while he's at the office doing paperwork (please send one back, preferably something that will make him race home)
shoe fitchecks with STRATCOM!husband!leon s. kennedy when you visit him on base (he always tells you to wear sneakers so that you're comfy, but always gets sherry and claire to buy you a pair or two while he's on post)
type of pictures husband!leon s kennedy sends you while he's at the office doing paperwork (please send one back, preferably something that will make him race home)
💌 tags: [ 1.4k wc ] reader is called 'sweetheart'. implied age gap (leon kennedy's controversially young gf??). MDNI. pwp—plot what plot, porn without plot. making out. oral sex!reader-receiving. riding leon kennedy's face (i know we all see that nose ridge he has).
💭 lotus thoughts: i just finished playing RE9, i want that man to come home and i will jump his bones. he is sooooo fine oh my god. this is my first time writing smut with no build up, leon kennedy lvrs, i hope you enjoy!
the moment leon comes home, you're surprised to see he's no longer groaning up the stairs. matter of fact, you're actually much more surprised at how... younger? he looks.
you're about to ask him how his mission went when he drops his duffel bag and quickly closes the distance between you. snaking his hand behind your neck to pull in you in for a heated kiss.
the way he practically inhales you makes your head spin and you make an embarrassing sound when his tongue laves over your lower lips. poking, prodding, asking for permission.
you open your mouth anyway with a gasp when you feel his other hand slide down your waist to cup your ass. his tongue exploring the cavern of your mouth as he squeezes, feeling your skin spill in between his fingers.
his hands all over your body combined with the way he sounds euphoric—sighing and groaning—from just touching and kissing makes your eyes roll back and head feel light and you know its because your lungs need to breathe.
leon seems to think otherwise.
usually he's the one to pull away, reminding you of his age, but right now? it seems like he can devour your lips for hours.
not a bad thing, a welcome change, really... but you do need to breathe, too...
regrettably, your palms slide up his chest, feeling a pleased sound from him as his hold on the back of your neck tightenes and he deepens the kiss.
your eyes can barely stay open, feeling even more light-headed than before, fingers scrunching up his shirt as you try to push him away.
"lee—" you try to tell him as his kisses are still relentless, "can't—leon- mhh, wait... need'ta—hnn—breathe...!"
he backs up—a string of saliva still connecting the two of you—as the both of you puff out hot air, trying to catch your breaths.
"sorry, sweetheart," he murmurs as his hand slides up from the back of your neck to cup your face, tucking a hair behind your ear with his thumb—his other hand sliding back up to your waist as his breathing starting to even out, "got a little carried away there."
you swallow, seeing the look in his eyes—he looks like he wants to eat you up and knows that you know he wants to.
"don't worry about it," you whisper—throat dry—as you peer up into him through your lashes.
he leans down to press another kiss onto your lips.
then another.
and another.
and again, with his kisses now trailing down the slope of your neck. you sigh and tilt your head up for more access as he sucks on a healing bruise he made before he left for his mission, hands roaming around your torso.
then he stops.
and when you look down, you find that he's already staring back at you.
"you wanna try something out with me?"
and that's how you end up in the bedroom, your lover lying down as you're straddling his face, his arms around your thighs.
"are you sure, lee? i might suffocate you..." you ask, nervously brushing his bangs back to reveal his forehead. you've... never sat on leon's face before, scared that he might pass out.
instead, you feel a his breath on your cunt as he scoffs and rolls his eyes.
"forget breathing, if you don't sit on my face and let me eat you out i might actually die."
and with that, leon pulls down your weight with no abandon and starts eating you out. his tongue circles around your folds, easing you into it as your clit bumps into his nose.
your hand grabs onto the bedframe as the other threads through his hair and he groans, feeling the vibration of his voice where you need it most.
"lee—! oh my god..." you whimper out as you buck into his face, the bundle of nerves being nudged by the tip of his nose.
leon pulls you closer by your thighs as he swirls his tongue around your hole and finally—slowly—slides it in.
the feeling of his warm muscle in you makes you bite your lip—eyes closed and head thrown back—unsuccessfully keeping your from making a sound as you pull on his hair.
"fuck.. leon, faster, please," you whisper out the last part and he makes a sound against you, but complied all the same.
his tongue works faster—going in and out and in and out of your leaking cunt. your whines getting pitchier and higher as he goes faster—his hands rocking you towards his face through the hold he has on your thighs.
your eyes roll back when he buries his tongue deeper—your clit rubbing against his nose harder.
soon enough, he doesn't even have to rock you back and forth anymore, your hips working all on their own to ride his face and you gasp as his tongue curls inside you— dragging itself through your ridges—the coil in your stomach tightening everytime you feel his skin on your nub.
"leon, 'm cumming," you gasp, eyes barely open when you tilt your head to see him—only to almost cum at the sight.
his eyes are half lidded, looking fucked out as if he were the one getting head right now. you make something between a moan and a whimper as you read the look on his face—as if he's egging you on, telling you "go on, sweetheart, ride my face, i wanna feel you cum all over my face."
your hips move faster and his tongue works deeper and you swear you see stars when he tilts his head up in rhythm, stimulating your clit as he does so.
"lee—fuck, leooh- oh god, oh my go—cummi-i'm cumming—oh!"
your back bows and he has to use your thighs to pull you back to his mouth when you lift up—cumming embarrassingly loud as you look into his eyes, like he's challenging you to try and pry yourself off of him.
his hands snake up to your bare waist as he continues to rock you back and forth, helping your ride out your orgasm.
as the waves of your high ebb out, huffing and trying to catch your breath as you come down from it, you brush strands of leon's hair away from his forehead.
you whimper from overstimulation when he curls his tongue in you like he's trying to get every last drop of your slick, before pulling it out and circling your clit lazily.
"e-enough, lee, i need to—" you take a breath, "need to breathe..."
he gives your clit a kiss as he lets you go, your sides feeling sore—you're sure that his fingerprints will leave a mark on your skin the next morning—as you dismount from his face and fall right beside him, his chest rising up and down as he's now the one to catch his breath.
it takes him a few moments, but eventually he sits up and gazes at you. leon's face is shiny with your cum and yet he just looks like he won the lottery.
but despite the mind-blowing orgasm you just had fron riding his face, you wonder where the hell did he get this stamina from, because it definitely wasn't like this before he left for his mission.
"you're thinking too loud," he tells you, leans down, and gives you a kiss, letting you taste yourself on his lips.
he runs his hand up and down your side, trying to massage you knowing his grip had been a bit tighter than he wanted.
"was jus' thinking of your face," you say instead.
"oh yeah?"
you nod, giving him another peck on the lips, "i was gonna say you look like the cat that got the cream, but i think it was a little too on the nose."
leon smirks, "you like riding this nose," he says as he skims said nose on your cheek before giving it a kiss.
"oh, shut it!"
he laughs and tucks his face under the crook of your neck, placing a few kisses there. the stubble on his chin tickles you and it makes you giggle.
"lee! it tickles!"
that makes him laugh, too, letting you feel the rumble of his chest as he does so.
"y'think you can be up for round two?"
girl you are so fucked—in the literal sense—with this newfound stamina of his.
💭 lotus thoughts: girl i need this man so bad.
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💌 tags: [ 1.4k wc ] reader is called 'sweetheart'. implied age gap (leon kennedy's controversially young gf??). MDNI. pwp—plot what plot, porn without plot. making out. oral sex!reader-receiving. riding leon kennedy's face (i know we all see that nose ridge he has).
💭 lotus thoughts: i just finished playing RE9, i want that man to come home and i will jump his bones. he is sooooo fine oh my god. this is my first time writing smut with no build up, leon kennedy lvrs, i hope you enjoy!
the moment leon comes home, you're surprised to see he's no longer groaning up the stairs. matter of fact, you're actually much more surprised at how... younger? he looks.
you're about to ask him how his mission went when he drops his duffel bag and quickly closes the distance between you. snaking his hand behind your neck to pull in you in for a heated kiss.
the way he practically inhales you makes your head spin and you make an embarrassing sound when his tongue laves over your lower lips. poking, prodding, asking for permission.
you open your mouth anyway with a gasp when you feel his other hand slide down your waist to cup your ass. his tongue exploring the cavern of your mouth as he squeezes, feeling your skin spill in between his fingers.
his hands all over your body combined with the way he sounds euphoric—sighing and groaning—from just touching and kissing makes your eyes roll back and head feel light and you know its because your lungs need to breathe.
leon seems to think otherwise.
usually he's the one to pull away, reminding you of his age, but right now? it seems like he can devour your lips for hours.
not a bad thing, a welcome change, really... but you do need to breathe, too...
regrettably, your palms slide up his chest, feeling a pleased sound from him as his hold on the back of your neck tightenes and he deepens the kiss.
your eyes can barely stay open, feeling even more light-headed than before, fingers scrunching up his shirt as you try to push him away.
"lee—" you try to tell him as his kisses are still relentless, "can't—leon- mhh, wait... need'ta—hnn—breathe...!"
he backs up—a string of saliva still connecting the two of you—as the both of you puff out hot air, trying to catch your breaths.
"sorry, sweetheart," he murmurs as his hand slides up from the back of your neck to cup your face, tucking a hair behind your ear with his thumb—his other hand sliding back up to your waist as his breathing starting to even out, "got a little carried away there."
you swallow, seeing the look in his eyes—he looks like he wants to eat you up and knows that you know he wants to.
"don't worry about it," you whisper—throat dry—as you peer up into him through your lashes.
he leans down to press another kiss onto your lips.
then another.
and another.
and again, with his kisses now trailing down the slope of your neck. you sigh and tilt your head up for more access as he sucks on a healing bruise he made before he left for his mission, hands roaming around your torso.
then he stops.
and when you look down, you find that he's already staring back at you.
"you wanna try something out with me?"
and that's how you end up in the bedroom, your lover lying down as you're straddling his face, his arms around your thighs.
"are you sure, lee? i might suffocate you..." you ask, nervously brushing his bangs back to reveal his forehead. you've... never sat on leon's face before, scared that he might pass out.
instead, you feel a his breath on your cunt as he scoffs and rolls his eyes.
"forget breathing, if you don't sit on my face and let me eat you out i might actually die."
and with that, leon pulls down your weight with no abandon and starts eating you out. his tongue circles around your folds, easing you into it as your clit bumps into his nose.
your hand grabs onto the bedframe as the other threads through his hair and he groans, feeling the vibration of his voice where you need it most.
"lee—! oh my god..." you whimper out as you buck into his face, the bundle of nerves being nudged by the tip of his nose.
leon pulls you closer by your thighs as he swirls his tongue around your hole and finally—slowly—slides it in.
the feeling of his warm muscle in you makes you bite your lip—eyes closed and head thrown back—unsuccessfully keeping your from making a sound as you pull on his hair.
"fuck.. leon, faster, please," you whisper out the last part and he makes a sound against you, but complied all the same.
his tongue works faster—going in and out and in and out of your leaking cunt. your whines getting pitchier and higher as he goes faster—his hands rocking you towards his face through the hold he has on your thighs.
your eyes roll back when he buries his tongue deeper—your clit rubbing against his nose harder.
soon enough, he doesn't even have to rock you back and forth anymore, your hips working all on their own to ride his face and you gasp as his tongue curls inside you— dragging itself through your ridges—the coil in your stomach tightening everytime you feel his skin on your nub.
"leon, 'm cumming," you gasp, eyes barely open when you tilt your head to see him—only to almost cum at the sight.
his eyes are half lidded, looking fucked out as if he were the one getting head right now. you make something between a moan and a whimper as you read the look on his face—as if he's egging you on, telling you "go on, sweetheart, ride my face, i wanna feel you cum all over my face."
your hips move faster and his tongue works deeper and you swear you see stars when he tilts his head up in rhythm, stimulating your clit as he does so.
"lee—fuck, leooh- oh god, oh my go—cummi-i'm cumming—oh!"
your back bows and he has to use your thighs to pull you back to his mouth when you lift up—cumming embarrassingly loud as you look into his eyes, like he's challenging you to try and pry yourself off of him.
his hands snake up to your bare waist as he continues to rock you back and forth, helping your ride out your orgasm.
as the waves of your high ebb out, huffing and trying to catch your breath as you come down from it, you brush strands of leon's hair away from his forehead.
you whimper from overstimulation when he curls his tongue in you like he's trying to get every last drop of your slick, before pulling it out and circling your clit lazily.
"e-enough, lee, i need to—" you take a breath, "need to breathe..."
he gives your clit a kiss as he lets you go, your sides feeling sore—you're sure that his fingerprints will leave a mark on your skin the next morning—as you dismount from his face and fall right beside him, his chest rising up and down as he's now the one to catch his breath.
it takes him a few moments, but eventually he sits up and gazes at you. leon's face is shiny with your cum and yet he just looks like he won the lottery.
but despite the mind-blowing orgasm you just had fron riding his face, you wonder where the hell did he get this stamina from, because it definitely wasn't like this before he left for his mission.
"you're thinking too loud," he tells you, leans down, and gives you a kiss, letting you taste yourself on his lips.
he runs his hand up and down your side, trying to massage you knowing his grip had been a bit tighter than he wanted.
"was jus' thinking of your face," you say instead.
"oh yeah?"
you nod, giving him another peck on the lips, "i was gonna say you look like the cat that got the cream, but i think it was a little too on the nose."
leon smirks, "you like riding this nose," he says as he skims said nose on your cheek before giving it a kiss.
"oh, shut it!"
he laughs and tucks his face under the crook of your neck, placing a few kisses there. the stubble on his chin tickles you and it makes you giggle.
"lee! it tickles!"
that makes him laugh, too, letting you feel the rumble of his chest as he does so.
"y'think you can be up for round two?"
girl you are so fucked—in the literal sense—with this newfound stamina of his.
💭 lotus thoughts: girl i need this man so bad.
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