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Masterlist:
All Fanfics are 18+
Key:
🔥Smut
☁️Fluff/Comfort
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The Moment You're Gone☔️
Sweet as Sugar🔥
Mirror sex with Firelord Zuko — he makes you watch yourself get fucked senseless by your ruler. — 18+ afab/fem
wc ; 961
warnings ; mirror sex(no shit sherlock), possessiveness HELP?, creampie, breeding &praisekink...?
The large, gilded mirror in Zuko’s private chambers reflected everything.
Moonlight spilled across the room, but the only light that mattered was the warm glow of the candles and the way Zuko’s golden eyes burned as he held you. He had you on your knees in front of the mirror, your upper body pressed forward, chest nearly touching the cool floor while your ass stayed raised for him.
“Zuko—” you whimpered as he pushed back inside you from behind, slow and deep, stretching you open around his thick cock.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” he murmured playfully, voice low and rough with desire. His large, scarred hands slid over yours, fingers threading between yours and pinning them firmly to the floor on either side of your head. He used his weight to keep you deliciously trapped beneath him, completely at his mercy.
You could see everything in the mirror.
The way your face was flushed and desperate, lips parted, eyes glassy with pleasure. Zuko’s powerful body caged yours from behind, his broad shoulders and muscular back flexing with every thrust. His dark hair had fallen loose from its topknot, strands sticking to his sweat-dampened skin.
He leaned down, pressing his chest flush against your back, and kissed the side of your neck before sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin just below your ear. You moaned loudly, clenching around him.
“Look at yourself,” Zuko whispered hotly against your ear, voice sweet and filthy at the same time. “Look how pretty you look when I’m fucking you like this.”
He rocked his hips deeper, grinding against you, keeping you pinned with his body and his hands over yours. Every thrust pushed you forward slightly before he pulled you back onto his cock, controlling the pace completely.
“You feel so good,” he groaned, biting down on your shoulder again, then soothing the mark with his tongue. “So tight… so warm… You’re mine, aren’t you?”
You whimpered pathetically, unable to do anything but take him. The position had your legs spread wide, knees bent, while Zuko’s strong arms kept your upper body locked down and his hips did all the work. You could barely move — only tremble and moan beneath him.
In the mirror, you watched his face — the way his eyes darkened with lust every time your expression twisted in pleasure. He was drinking it in, savoring every little whimper, every flutter of your lashes, every time your mouth fell open in a silent cry.
“That’s it, love,” he praised softly, kissing the shell of your ear. “Let me hear those pretty sounds. I love when you fall apart for me.”
His thrusts grew a little faster, deeper, still controlled but more insistent. One of his hands stayed laced with yours, the other sliding slightly to grip your wrist as he nipped at your neck again.
The pleasure was building unbearably fast. Your thighs started shaking, pussy fluttering wildly around his thick cock with every deep stroke. “Zuko— I’m— I’m gonna—”
“That’s it,” he encouraged, voice strained with lust. “Cum for me, sweetheart. Let me see you fall apart in the mirror.”
Your orgasm crashed over you hard. You cried out his name, eyes locked on your own reflection as your face contorted in pleasure, mouth open in a broken moan. Your walls clenched rhythmically around him, squeezing his cock as waves of intense pleasure rolled through your body. Zuko groaned deeply, fucking you through every pulse and twitch of your orgasm.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered tenderly, even as he fucked you harder. “All flushed and needy… taking everything I give you. My perfect girl.”
You moaned his name brokenly, eyes locked on the mirror — on the sight of Zuko claiming you so completely, his body dominating yours while his voice stayed so sweet and loving in your ear.
He smiled against your skin, eyes never leaving your reflection.
“I could watch you like this forever.”
His pace suddenly became more desperate, hips snapping harder against your ass. “Fuck— you’re squeezing me so tight,” he growled, breath hot against your neck. “I’m close…”
With a few final, deep thrusts, Zuko buried himself to the hilt inside you. He came with a low, guttural groan, pressing his forehead against your shoulder as thick, hot spurts of cum flooded your pussy. You felt every pulse — the way his cock throbbed hard inside you, pumping rope after rope of warm seed deep into your womb. The sensation was overwhelming, making your belly feel full and warm.
Your eyes stayed glued to the mirror, unable to look away. You watched Zuko’s face contort in raw pleasure, his golden eyes fluttering half-shut, lips parted as he moaned your name. His muscular body tensed behind you, hips stuttering as he kept grinding slowly, pushing his cum even deeper. You could see the moment it started to leak out — thick, pearly white fluid dripping down your thighs from where his cock stretched you open.
A broken, shaky whimper escaped your lips. The sight of him filling you combined with the intense warmth spreading inside you pushed you into another smaller, trembling orgasm. Your walls fluttered and clenched around his pulsing cock, milking him for every last drop as you moaned helplessly.
“Zuko… oh gods—” you gasped, voice hoarse and wrecked. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment and arousal at how obscene you looked in the mirror — flushed, teary-eyed, and leaking his cum while he stayed buried deep inside you.
Zuko stayed buried inside you for a long moment, breathing heavily, placing soft kisses of the back of your neck while his hand gently stroked your side.
“Mine,” he whispered possessively, golden eyes still fixed on your joined bodies in the mirror. “All mine.”
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Saturn & Your toughest Battle
I see Saturn as a fatherly planet. In my opinion, he’s a strict, authoritarian teacher, there to force us through the growing pains of this life. For this, I have crafted a post on what I believe to be the hardest lessons for us to learn, based on which house Saturn falls in.
୨୧ First House ୨୧
Self discovery. Growing up, you could’ve been limited when it came to self expression. Either by a parent or by your own fear of rejection. Taking charge, leading, or risky decisions could also be something you avoid.
୨୧ Second House ୨୧
Low or distorted self image. You may have struggled with feeling secure or stable in your body, possibly to the extent of developing eating dis*rders. Income, and possessions could also be something you’re worried about. The fear of not having enough or losing what you do have could be a familiar feeling.
୨୧ Third House ୨୧
Communication with others, with emphasis on relatives. You could feel like the black sheep, or your family doesn’t really care for your input. Minor disagreements, misunderstandings, and differences could be common here. Generally, you may be antisocial and introverted, also finding it harder than others to fix bad habits.
୨୧ Fourth House ୨୧
Family tension, especially with your father. Your father can put a lot of pressure on you, or you feel that your parents want you to jump through hoops to accomplish things. You also may struggle with privacy, either feeling like people are always in your business or like you have to be overly private with things that aren’t actually that deep. You could feel insecure when your family is brought up in conversation, or you’re self conscious because of your parent’s expectations.
୨୧ Fifth House ୨୧
Creative endeavors. Saturn here could make the native feel limited when it comes to their creativity. You could be afraid to put your ideas or works out in the open, because in the past people have been critical. Natives struggle with self-sabotage and constantly try to redo or change their work, even when other people praise them. If you write, you could have times of writers block so bad it feels like you’ve forgotten the skill.
୨୧ Sixth House ୨୧
Getting your health and diet under control. Natives can find it hard to stick to a diet, overindulging themselves on sweets and fast food. This doesn’t mean the native will struggle with health issues because of their diet, but they could fear it while their diet remains unchanged. Routines in general could be something you struggle with.
୨୧ Seventh House ୨୧
Insecurity with close relationships. Trust issues or paranoia could arise in romance or friendships due to past emotional neglect. S*x may be nerve wracking for them. The native could also have enemies that have a lot more footing in the native’s mind than they’re comfortable admitting.
୨୧ Eighth House ୨୧
Insecurity around mental health or feelings of guilt which can be misplaced. These natives could struggle to open up, possibly due to having their mental health issues suppressed as a child. Opening up can feel dangerous for this native, or their father specifically could’ve been emotionally or psychologically damaging for them.
୨୧ Ninth House ୨୧
Spirituality and travel. Natives may struggle in faith or feel shunned by religious communities. They may have trauma here, with parents who forced them to participate in organized religion. They could also be hesitant to travel. Maybe they have anxiety about being away from home, or they desire vacations and roadtrips but can’t afford it, or something comes up last minute.
୨୧ Tenth House ୨୧
Being perceived. Natives can feel anxious about their reputation, or they could have someone (their mother?) who sabotages their public image in someway. They could also feel like it’s harder for them to get attention at work, possibly having a common experience of their work going overlooked or criticized.
୨୧ Eleventh House ୨୧
Making friends. Natives don’t necessarily make friends easily, and if they do get invited to social gatherings, they’re anxious and feel out of place. They can also feel self conscious about their goals, even having their friends talk down to them about their hopes and dreams.
୨୧ Twelfth House ୨୧
Being alone. Natives can feel afraid to be alone with their own thoughts. They may have nightmares or sleep paralysis, and if they have trauma, they could relive that in their dreams. They also could be very secretive about their suffering, not wanting anyone to get too close out of the fear of being portrayed, which they could’ve had happen in the past. Or they feel like their pain goes unnoticed.
🦁Leo Placements🦁
Sun in Leo natives aren't dramatic. They jump in first, think later. They laugh when things go wrong because "it felt right at the time." Seriously, they trust strangers more than friends, out of curiosity. So, you trust me???🥺😜. They're protective to the point of control but calls it "being practical."
Moon in Leo natives can "pause" their life on purpose. They sacrifice comfort for clarity and call it "growth". Seriously, you know the answer already but still you ask for a sign from the Universe anyway. They don't stop to celebrate their progress at all. These natives feel left out even when invited.
Mercury in Leo natives are curious to the point of mild paranoia. They hold on to beliefs because letting go makes them feel empty in their heart. They say something impulsively, then backtracks or like OMG!! They can have 10 tabs in their head and "closes" everything abruptly. Gets bored easily, so their mind would play music or show movies for them. Self-entertainment.
Mercury Rx in Leo natives are physically present, mentally absent...like they open the door halfway and only a few can manage to enter and have a convo with them. Feels unheard around others. They can get what they wanted and still feel unsatisfied. They would experience an emotional awakening after a long period of numbness.
Venus in Leo natives can feel lonely even around people. They keep secrets from themselves. They ignore gut feelings in relationships. They avoid dating/intimacy, then feel touch starved. Uses detachment as protection. They can know the truth about someone, still lives in denial of it.
Mars in Leo natives can have self-harming thoughts or pessimistic thoughts at times when they aren't in control of themselves. Their anger is dormant, not gone. Goes into destruction mode as an act of self-defense. Sometimes, their actions in love and relationships can become transactional. All or nothing in reactions.
Jupiter in Leo natives' fear comes from limiting beliefs, not fate. More than average, their mind is on "Worst case scenario" mode. Growth delayed by self-doubt, not lack of opportunity. They may silently compare themselves to others. Falls for a false lover even when deep down they know it won't last or despite clear signs from the beginning.
Jupiter Rx in Leo natives can have their belief system cracked by disappointment. Focuses on what failed instead of what remains. They act from frustration instead of conviction. Their self-doubt can make them tunnel visioned. External validation won't motivate them. Down to earth people.
North node (Rahu) in Leo natives feel deeply but won't regulate it. Emotionally unpredictable. Uses calm as a mask. They're drawn to emotional intensity, not stability in love. Obsessive focus on "getting it right." Work becomes identity. Their pleasure may feel temporary. Drawn to people with power and presence. Thrives well when others notice their work.
South node (Ketu) in Leo natives are the kind you would be surprised to see that they haven't watched all those popular movies/ TV shows. There's comfort in not knowing a damn thing about those celebs with 110 million followers on Instagram, right? Natives here prefer mind over sentiment. Respects tradition but isn’t attached to it.
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The type of husband he is (headcanons)
He is incredibly affectionate and playful husband. He often surprises you with glider rides at sunset, picnics on the mountains, and using airbending to playfully lift you off your feet when he comes home.
His love language is physical touch ,he’ll nuzzle into your neck after a long day, hold your hand while taking a walk, or meditate with you in his lap.
He never lets a day pass without reminding you how grateful he is that you chose him, the boy who once thought he’d be alone in the world.
Aang is also very supportive of your independence. He encourages your passions, whether you’re a bender, a scholar, an artist. If you have no bending, he’ll train with you until you can at least keep up in a spar. He’s the type to brag about you endlessly to his friends.
He hates fighting with you and will try to ease it up with humor or a quick flight away to clear his head. Over time he learns to stay and talk things through. He apologizes with homemade fruit pies and lots of cuddles.
Fatherhood would be his joy. (Don’t fight me on this) He’s the fun dad who teaches kids different bending tricks, tells bedtime stories about the old Air Nomads, and takes the whole family on nomadic adventures. He’s patient and emotionally available, always ready to help his children through their fears.
Even decades into marriage, he looks at you like you’re the most wonderful thing in the world, often saying, “In all my lives, i’ve never loved anyone like i love you.”
Sokka is the fun husband who makes marriage feel like the greatest adventure. You know him since always ,grew up with him, and he grew into a great warrior and strategist ,but at home he’s still the same guy who loves meat, boomerang practice, and making his wife laugh until she cries.
He is very attentive. Sokka brags about you constantly to everyone ,he’s like: “That’s my wife! She’s smarter than me, tougher than me, and way better looking.”
He’s veryy affectionate ,bear hugs, spinning you around, surprise kisses. His love language includes acts of service, he’ll invent gadgets specifically to make your life easier and quality time ,fishing trips, stargazing while he points at the stars he named after you.
Sokka is the husband who makes you feel safe and cherished. He’s protective without being overbearing.
Marriage with Sokka involves a lot of laughter. He has a never-ending supply of dad jokes and will tease you affectionately. He knows when to drop the humor and be serious though,holding you through grief, fear, or stress.
Sokka cooks (surprisingly well) helps with chores, He loves hosting friends and family.
As a father, Sokka is a delight. He’s the fun dad who teaches kids boomerang tricks, takes them on camping trips (that always include you), and invents ridiculous toys. He wants his children to be clever, kind, and strong like their mother. He’ll cry without shame at their milestones.
Life with him is never boring, whether you’re helping him rebuild his tribe, exploring the world, or settling into a leadership role, Sokka makes every chapter exciting.
Zuko is protective, and quietly romantic husband. He is the definition of “actions speak louder than words.” Zuko isn’t naturally poetic, but he shows love through his loyalty and thoughtfulness.
He remembers tiny details about you, your favorite tea, the specific flower that reminds you of home,your favorite books. He’ll leave small gifts on your pillow before he leaves for long council meetings.
As Fire Lord’s consort, you become a powerful political partner. Zuko trusts your counsel completely and often seeks your opinion before making decisions.
He’s very protective, if anyone disrespects you, he will not spare them. Yet he also learns to let you fight your own battles, respecting your strength while standing ready as backup.
His scar and past make him empathetic to your insecurities,he’ll trace your features gently at night and whisper how beautiful you are, how worthy you are.
Zuko is a workaholic, which can strain the marriage at times. He stays up late reading reports, but you become his reason to come to bed. He melts under your touch, cuddling is one of his favorite things once he feels safe enough to be vulnerable. He sleeps best with his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat.
He is the type of husband who says, “I don’t deserve you, but i will spend every day trying to.”
As a father, Zuko is extremely protective and a bit anxious. He worries about his children facing the same pressures and prejudices he did. He teaches them firebending with patience .He’s the dad who attends every important event, who stays up all night when a child is sick, and who gives the slightly awkward but great advice.
Life with Zuko is full of royal duties, but he finds time for private moments such as sunset walks in the palace gardens, trips to far away Island, or quiet nights on the balcony looking at the stars. He calls you “my flame” and decades later, his hair now turned white, he still looks at you like you’re the one who saved him from his own darkness.
I would’ve died if I got to see him on the big screen.
I have a cute crack fanfic idea with Leon and reader. I had an idea where Leon gets jealous(playfully ofc) of their child (son or daughter whatever suits best) and vice versa and likes to steal the reader's attention 🥹
Mom's still mine. (Leon Kennedy)
Summary: Your kid and Leon always fight for your attention.
The day your son was born was, without a doubt, the happiest day of Leon’s life.
Nothing else even came close.
Well… almost nothing.
The only thing that could even begin to compare was the day he met you. The day you walked into his life and somehow made everything feel lighter, warmer, more real. But even that memory, as important as it was to him, paled in comparison to the moment he first held your child in his arms.
His son.
Your son.
Leon had held a lot of things in his life. Weapons, people, responsibilities that were far too heavy for anyone to carry alone. He had walked through chaos, through fear, through situations that left permanent marks on him. But nothing had ever felt like that.
Nothing had ever felt so fragile.
So important.
So terrifying.
He remembered the way his hands almost trembled when they placed the baby in his arms. The way he looked down, expecting to feel unsure, overwhelmed, maybe even distant.
Instead, he felt… complete.
Because there you were, right beside him. Exhausted, glowing in a way he could never properly describe, your hand resting weakly over his arm as you both looked down at the tiny life you had created together.
And Leon swore, right then and there, that nothing would ever touch either of you.
That became his purpose.
Not his job. Not his missions. Not the endless responsibilities that pulled him away from home.
You.
And your son.
You were his entire world.
Every time he came back from work and opened the door, the first thing he looked for was you. And most of the time, he found you exactly where he expected.
Holding your son.
Whether it was in the kitchen while you prepared dinner, in the living room while you read to him, or sitting quietly on the couch as he rested against you, those moments grounded him in a way nothing else could.
They reminded him why he kept going.
Why he kept leaving, even when every part of him wanted to stay.
Because as long as you were there when he came back, it was worth it.
Even if it meant missing things.
Even if it meant not being around as much as he wanted.
And that was something he struggled with more than he ever admitted.
Because while he was out there doing what he had to do, life kept moving forward at home.
Your son grew.
Faster than Leon was ready for.
By the time he turned four, it was impossible not to notice just how much of you lived in him.
Sometimes, it felt like Leon was looking at a tiny, chaotic mirror of the person he loved the most.
He had your smile. That same soft curve that could brighten a room without trying.
He had your expressions too. The slight raise of an eyebrow when something annoyed him, the way his lips would press together when he was thinking too hard about something.
And those eyes.
Those wide, pleading, impossibly convincing eyes that he used every time he wanted something.
Leon had faced monsters without flinching.
He stood no chance against that look.
Not even a little.
And, as expected, your son was completely attached to you.
Clingy.
Affectionate.
Always wanting to be near you.
Leon couldn’t even blame him.
It was normal for a four-year-old, especially one who spent most of his time with his mother. You were there for everything. You made his meals, helped him bathe, read him stories before bed, kissed him goodnight.
You were his safe place.
Of course he would cling to you.
Leon understood that, he respected it, he even found it endearing.
At first.
Then it became… competitive.
It started small. Little things.
Your son insisting on sitting between you two on the couch.
Grabbing your hand whenever Leon reached for it.
Interrupting kisses.
At first, Leon laughed it off.
Until one night.
He came home late, more exhausted than usual, his shoulders heavy and his mind still half stuck in work. The house was quiet when he walked in, the kind of quiet that made him think you were already asleep.
But then he heard it.
The soft sound of a movie playing in the living room.
He stepped inside and found you there, curled up on the couch with your son tucked against your side. The glow of the screen illuminated both of you, your attention focused entirely on whatever was playing.
For a moment, Leon just stood there.
Watching.
Taking it in.
You noticed him first. Of course you did.
Your eyes lit up instantly, your body already shifting as you tried to get up.
But a small hand stopped you.
“Mommy, this is the best part. Watch,” your son insisted, tightening his grip on you.
You hesitated, clearly torn, before quickly grabbing the remote and pausing the movie.
“I’ll be right back,” you said softly, freeing yourself and walking toward Leon.
Your son crossed his arms, visibly offended.
“How was your day, honey?” you asked, rising on your tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his lips.
Leon didn’t answer right away.
Instead, his hand found your waist, pulling you closer as his other hand moved to loosen his tie. He leaned down, clearly intending to turn that quick kiss into something much less quick.
He barely got the chance.
“Dad! Let Mommy go, we’re watching a movie!”
Leon paused, glancing toward the living room with an amused expression.
“Oh, you mean this Mommy?” he asked, tightening his hold on you slightly.
“Yes!” your son insisted.
Leon hummed thoughtfully.
“Sorry, buddy. Mommy’s not going anywhere.”
You laughed softly, your face pressed against his chest as he wrapped both arms around you now, holding you securely.
“But-”
“Nope. She was mine first. Finders keepers.”
“No! She’s my mommy!”
You thought that would be the end of it. Your son was already climbing off the couch, clearly determined to come reclaim you, and you expected Leon to let you go before things escalated further.
He didn’t.
Not even close.
Instead, he tightened his grip and lifted you off the ground in one smooth motion.
“Leon!” you laughed, startled as he carried you away.
He ignored your protests completely, walking quickly down the hallway while you squirmed and laughed in his arms.
Behind you, small footsteps followed.
“Hey! Give her back!” your son shouted, chasing after you.
Leon only moved faster.
He reached your bedroom and stepped inside, fully intending to end the game there.
And then your son walked in.
Armed.
You barely had time to process the sight before you had to press your lips together to stop yourself from laughing out loud.
He stood there, fully committed.
A construction helmet sat slightly crooked on his head, one you had bought him just last week. In one hand, he held a plastic lightsaber Leon had gotten him at Disneyland. In the other, a small toy shield that completed the look.
He looked ready for battle.
“This doesn’t have to be this way, Dad,” he said seriously, pointing the lightsaber forward like a sword.
Leon raised an eyebrow, completely unfazed, though there was clear amusement in his expression.
“Stay back,” he said, tightening his hold on you just slightly. “Or I’ll drop your mother into the abyss.”
You immediately knew what he meant.
The bed.
“Leon, don’t you dare,” you warned, though your laughter made it impossible to sound threatening.
“You wouldn’t dare!” your son shot back, clearly offended by the suggestion. “You love her too much!”
Leon smirked, shifting you just enough in his arms to make the threat feel a little more real without actually doing anything.
“Try me.”
“Wait!” you said quickly, raising your hands a little as much as you could while still being held. “We can come to an agreement!”
Leon tilted his head, clearly entertained.
“And what would that agreement be, beautiful lady?”
Your son didn’t lower his “weapon,” but he leaned forward slightly, curious.
“Yeah. Which one, Mommy?”
You looked between the two of them, trying to stay serious despite how ridiculous the situation was.
“We all have dinner,” you said carefully, “and then we all watch the movie together.”
Leon hummed softly, glancing at your son.
“What do you think, buddy?”
Your son narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking it over like it was a real negotiation.
“What are we having for dinner?”
“Spaghetti,” you answered quickly. “Your favorite.”
That seemed to do it.
He hesitated for a second longer before slowly lowering the lightsaber.
“Okay… that could work. We can have peace. For now.”
Leon let out a quiet breath, the tension dissolving as he finally stepped back from the doorway.
But he still didn’t put you down.
Not immediately.
Instead, he looked at you for a second, a small smile forming as you laughed softly, still resting in his arms.
Only then did he gently lower you back onto your feet.
Everything felt calm again.
Settled.
At least for a moment.
Because Leon glanced back at your son, then at you, that familiar look returning to his face.
“Just to be clear,” he said casually, “Mommy’s still mine.”
Your son gasped, immediately raising his lightsaber again.
Yeah.
Peace had never really been an option.
this isn’t a hear me out this is a HOLD ME BACK
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Happy wife, happy life
Yeah he asked Grace to help him FaceTime his wife, poor Claire she got woken up just for this. (She loves it)
This is the ending of re9 in my dreams 😆
Trusted Companion Charm
Resident Evil Requiem features Claire as a weapon charm exclusive for Leon's handgun.
While the names of the other charms in the game simply describe the object, Claire's charm name highlights their bond of trust and mutual respect.
Made this because the lack of flashback material involving anyone else was frustrating :')
┆ - the older, the better.
Sure, your husband is older, but he treats you right.
𝓛 EON SCOTT KENNEDY :: Your older husband
⸝⸝ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthis post is 18+ - pairing : 𝓛eon kennedy x fem!reader
╰┈➤ content & warning(s) : (18+) smut, a bit of plot but smut, older husband!leon, age gap, creampies, established relationship, smutsmutsmut, this takes place in RE9, dom!leon & sub!reader, praise & degradation, overstimulation, cowgirl, blow job, unprotected p-in-v, reunion type of plot.
summary / synopsis : he finally gets back to you, his pretty wife, after that long mission, and the relief knowing that the virus was out of his system. Your reunion seemed so sweet until it took an unexpected turn for the better.
Your older husband, the doting man he was, always texted you whenever he had time, especially since he is busy with his missions. It's not like he hates you! Far from that actually; he loves you dearly. He just has a rough time showing it, especially since he had such a horrible past with the lady in the red dress. He's a very blunt man, maybe a little difficult to talk to, especially with his horrible jokes.
Leon finally got back from that difficult mission, making sure Grace was still okay, especially after such traumatic events for some people. He has given her his number in case anything else happens or if she needs help. Being the man that he was, of course, he would do something like that, so you weren't so surprised when he called you to tell you about it, because, of course, he isn't the type to hide things from you. Why would he? You are his adorable wife after all.
with a simple text that was sent to you: "I'll be home soon, do you need anything?", driving on the highway as he listened along with a random tune on the radio, not bothering to turn it off yet. Many cars drove past fast, casting a bright light on his face occasionally. It was dark out. It'll take a few hours at best to finally get back home to his wife. Leon sent another text to you, making sure to let you know that he would get home late as always.
What were you doing? Well, you were preparing everything for your husband's arrival, of course! making sure everything was spotless or, as it seemed, dusting every photo frame down and occasionally reminiscing about past memories as you stared at a few of them. your wedding picture, the first picture you guys took together, your first date together, memories after memories, all good ones.
After you cleaned around a bit, turning on some candles that were Leon's favorites, checking your phone for texts from him, and making sure to reply on time and not too late, you didn't want him to worry over you after all. He was a worrywart over you sometimes, especially considering his... unique past and jobs. Nonetheless, you prepared dinner, a short yet appetising meal for both of you. making sure not to go all out, after all, he never liked fancy meals.
Leon wasn't home yet; it's already been an hour. You were sitting down on the couch, watching a random film, hardly paying attention to it, glancing over at your phone every second to see if your husband had texted you, but... nothing, how unfortunate. It was as if time was going by achingly slow for no apparent reason now. So you had to watch the boring film by yourself.
But as the credits rolled around, the familiar sound of the door unlocking immediately shot you up from the couch, making sure you didn't look like a mess as you walked past the mirror, finally making it over to the door as it opened, revealing... your husband; Leon. looking as exhausted as ever but seemingly better than ever.
" You're back, did everything go smoothly? " you called out as Leon placed down his keys on the hall table, making a small, clink! as he finally turned to face you, seeming relieved to see your face again as he placed a hand on your hip, pulling you close as the two of you embraced again after being away from each other for so long, soaking in the affection like the perfect wine.
" 'm fine, just glad to see you again, hun. " Leon answered, followed by a soft hum from you. he pulled away as he looked at your face, drinking in the details as if it was your first time meeting again, earning a chuckle from you as he lightly smiled at the sound of your chuckle, " What were you doing? I hope I wasn't taking forever. "
" It's fine.. I wasn't doing much, just missed you a lot. " You dismissed his concerns quickly as they came, pressing a small kiss on his cheek, earning a light hum from him as the two of you walked towards the kitchen together, " ..mm, I missed you too, honey. " Leon grabbed your chin softly, pressing his lips against yours. The kiss wasn't rushed or quick, just an affectionate kiss between you two.
wrapping your arms around his neck as the kiss deepened before you eventually pulled away, his hands resting on your hips; " you can make it up to me, love, " you teased but even as you said that, you could feel his hands tighening on your hips ever so slightly, as if he was considering your words for a moment or so. " ..I can think of a few ways to make it up to you, hm? "
" Ah!- nghhh! l-leeonn!— 'm- I'm gonnaa— mnghhh! "
The filthy sounds of squelches and 'plap! 'plap!' plap!' were heard throughout your shared bedroom, followed by the moans and mewls from you. " You're such a filthy girl f'me, hm? gonna cum again? " Leon groaned as he held up one of your legs, thrusting in and out of your tight entrance. Every time he thrust in, loud squelches were followed after, leaking down your thighs and onto the ruined sheets beneath you two.
Your walls fluttered around his thick length, shuddering every time he thrusted out and back in, tears rolling down your cheeks as you threw your head back into the pillow, letting moans and mewls escape your throat as he continued to ruin your hole, " you can't even wait a day without missing my cock inside of your pussy, it's almost pathetic. " Leon pulled out his cock until it was nearly out of your slippery hole before slamming it all back in with one rough thrust. Your back arched immediately as your eyes rolled back; your body was rattled by the thrust.
You didn't even know what to say! Your legs were shivering despite it not being cold, and you couldn't even pronounce a few sentences without your brain turning into mush by the force of his thrusts because every thrust into your wet hole was so rough and forceful to the point you could swear that he was trying to carve out your insides with his shaft, forcing you to get used to his thick and long dick, to remember every vein, every little detail of it.
" Leeonn! nnghh! to-too muchh! I- I'm gonna cuumm!― " You cried out, but even with your mewls and loud cries, his pace didn't hesitate at all, it only quickened at your words, as if he was fueled by your moans. " c'mon.. cum for me, you're doing so good. " Leon muttered under his breath, every thrust was brutal, fucking the air out of your lungs, leaving you feeling lightheaded and gasping for air.
With a particularly rough thrust, a tight coil springed free in your abdomen, squeezing his length as he let out a groan, cumming with you, the mixed fluids leaked out of your entrance, forming a small pool beneath you.
Unfortunately for you, Leon had more stamina than you, and it showed, pulling out as your hole gaped, feeling so empty without his cock inside of you, but he grabbed your waist and changed your position quickly, with you now on top of him, entering inside of your tight pussy as both of you moaned at the feeling. His hands were resting on your hips as he threw his head back into the pillow, giving you time to adjust to the new feeling.
" You're doing so good f'me, pretty girl.. just one more round, yeah? Think you can do it for me? " Leon patted your thigh with one of his hands, staring at you with that loving gaze, making sure to take his time throughout everything, and that warmed your heart. slowly lifting yourself up, feeling his shaft pull out of your warm entrance as you slammed back down, earning a moan from both of you.
Leon gripped your hips, helping you out by moving up and down. At first, the pace was slow, sensual, enough to feel every single vein, the bulge peeking through your stomach where his cock was at, the tip of his shaft hitting your sweet spot with little effort, making you arch your back as you moaned, your thighs trembled with each thrust, your head becoming lightheaded quickly with your previous and many orgasms.
" Leon.. mgnhh!- yo- you feel soo gooodd!― nghh! " A sharp gasp cut you off. Your words seemed to motivate him to take control of the pace, holding your hips in a firmer grip as he thrusted up, hitting your sweet spot like a jackrabbit would hit the ground. " fu-fuck! leeon! mnghhh! s-slow doown! haah! " Yet, even as you said that, you didn't even want him to stop, and he didn't.
Leon was fucking your brains out at this point, drool escaping past your lips as your whole body felt like it was on a cloud, your mind was turning into mush with how much force he was thrusting into you so easily, and manhandling you like you didn't weigh anything. " 's okay, hun- you're doing so good f'me.. my pretty girl, yeah? " Leon muttered, rubbing your sides with his hands, a small amount of comfort, but it would matter if he wasn't fucking your brains out right now.
With a final thrust, both of you came together, flooding your womb with another load; practically ensuring that you will get pregnant with how many loads were stuffed into your ruined cunt. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments before Leon carefully removed you from him, placing you down where you usually lay, and cleaned you up immediately with care.
after all.
Leon was never the type to just fall asleep so easily after having sex without caring for you first and putting your needs first.
The older, the better, right?
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