Hi, I'm Milli! 👋 I have too many hobbies and too little free time, but when I can, I write self-indulgent stories that tend to, usually on accident, get out of hand in terms of word count.
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❥ OC | Reader (Fem or Gen) Fics
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❥ Romance | Fluff | Mature Content
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A basic bae 💅 These are the categories I'm most drawn to, however, I've used other styles in the past. It really depends on what my brain cooks up when picking the next obsession.
Hiiii! I have never done this before, but I saw your requests open and I had to shoot my shot becuz 😍 I would like to request rookie Leon if that's possible? 🙈 I will give you the freedom to make their relationship whatever you want! But I'd love to read from you an inexperienced, shy, cutie patoot rookie x experienced and confident reader type of smut thing. I can't stop thinking about the blushy adorable guy gaining confidence via becoming a God in the sheets and that confidence rubs off in all other areas of his life and it's all thanks to the reader ooopsie 😊🤍
You're So Gorgeous
(RE2R Leon Kennedy x Female Reader)
Summary: Leon and you spend Friday night together in your shared apartment. What was planned as a cozy evening, soon turns into something spicier once Leon tries to make it up to you for being late.
A/N: Hello 🥰 Thank you for the request! I know it took me a while ehh but I enjoyed the writing process! Since I mostly write RE9 Leon, this was actually such a fun change. It really took me a while to switch from older Leon to young, sweet Leon lmao. He is too innocent and cute, I can’t!! Thank you for giving me this opportunity! I hope I portrayed him accurately. I would love to hear your thoughts on it. Please enjoy! So much Love, Shell xo
Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, FLUFF, oral (male and female receiving), cowgirl position, kinda shy, adorably cute, inexperienced and needy Leon, Reader is a few years older than Leon
PS: Fic title once again inspired by Miss Swift, if you know you know hehe xo
Leon was just finishing up his latest report, typing away on his computer at his desk when Lieutenant Marvin Branagh entered the office.
“Rookie?”
“Yes, Sir?” Leon looked up from the screen, watching his superior walking over to him.
“You ready with that report?” Marvin asked, his gaze dropping to the opened file on Leon's desk.
“A few more minutes, then I am all done,” Leon explained, eager to finish that report as quickly as he could. Not only because he wanted to do a good job, but also because he knew you were waiting for him at home. It was past 10pm already, and he was the last one in his office, yet again.
Luckily, you had been very understanding for him and his job, never once complaining or blaming him for not having enough time for you.
Your relationship was different from the ones he had before. It felt more mature, more like something real. Something that’s gonna last. Or at least that’s what he hoped for.
As if reading his mind, Marvin’s gaze wandered over to the photograph of you and Leon that had been sitting on his desk for a while now. One of his friends had taken the photo after a night out together. You two were smiling at the camera like two lovesick idiots, so innocent, adorable, and almost cheesily cute. It wasn’t perfect, and maybe that was why it was one of Leon’s favorite pictures of the both of you.
“Is that your girlfriend?” He asked.
Leon smiled proudly. “Yeah. That’s my girlfriend. Been together for six months now."
Marvin raised an eyebrow. “The same time you started your job here?” He asked, a slight grin on his lips.
Leon laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “That’s right. I guess I can call myself lucky,” he remarked, remembering the first time he’d met you.
It was after one very late shift at the RPD. Everything was closed down already, except for a small 24/7 diner in the city. A diner you would later officially refer to as “our diner”.
He was still wearing his uniform, completely worn out and exhausted from work. He just wanted to grab a quick dinner and then call it a night.
As fate would have it, you happened to be there as well, sipping on a cup of coffee in the middle of the night. You looked just as exhausted as him and still managed to give him a smile. A smile that would completely knock the breath out of his lungs, as well as making him go weak at the knees.
Normally he wasn’t the type to just hit on someone, especially not when still wearing his uniform, but he decided to give it a try.
It turned out you were into him as well, and yes, maybe him wearing the uniform did help a little, as you would later tell him. What started out as a few innocent dates with lots of laughter turned into a real relationship with deep feelings and trust.
Well, the rest was history.
“Alright. Finish the report and then you can go. It’s Friday evening, and I don’t want to keep you away from your girl,” Marvin chuckled, patting Leon on the shoulder before walking off. “Besides, I want to go home too. My wife and I want to watch the game together,” he laughed before closing the door behind him.
Leon smiled happily, looking one last time at the photograph before finishing the report.
Meanwhile, you were already at home in your shared apartment. It was small and cozy, perfect for the two of you. You were changing into something comfortable, throwing your work clothes into the laundry basket.
It was Friday evening, which meant it was pizza night. A little tradition you and Leon had established after you both agreed that none of you wanted to cook after the busy week.
"Babe, I’m home!” You heard Leon call from the hallway.
“Coming!” You called back, slipping into your shirt before running off to your boyfriend.
When he spotted you, his face instantly lit up, an adorable flush of redness covering his cheeks and neck. His soft hair was a little disheveled but in the cutest way, and you had to contain yourself from immediately running your hands through it. As much as you loved seeing him in his uniform, you almost preferred him like that. With just a simple shirt and jeans but still so breathtakingly good-looking.
“Hey, baby," he said softly, pulling you into his arms.
“Hey” You smiled as you cuddled up to him, inhaling his comforting scent. “You smell so so good,” you mumbled into his shirt.
You could feel the low rumble of his laugh vibrating through you, your head still on his chest. “Freshly showered just for you. Didn’t want to scare you off with the police station smell,” he teased.
You raised your head slightly to get a better look at him. “Would’ve cuddled you anyway,” you grinned.
“That’s what I hoped for." He leaned in for a gentle kiss, cupping your face in his hands. You returned his soft kisses, melting into his touch and holding onto his shirt. Making out with him always felt like something between sweet and spicy. You never knew in which direction it would lead.
After a few more moments of your lips dancing against each other, he pulled back slightly, looking down at you.
“I have a small surprise for you,” he noted.
“Oh?” You looked up at him, curiosity sparking in your eyes.
Surprises had become another tradition in your relationship. The two of you loved surprising the other with little gifts or acts of service in general, no matter how big or small. It had taken on a life of its own, you could say.
You followed his gaze and spotted a box of brownies sitting on the console table.
“Are those-“ You approached the small box, eyeing the delicious and moist-looking chocolate brownies waiting on the inside. “The chocolate brownies from ourdiner?” You asked excitedly.
He chuckled. “Yup. I preordered them during lunch break and picked them up after my shift. I thought that might be a good dessert for later." He smiled.
You gasped, a little choked up from this thoughtful and utterly sweet gesture. "Leon…thank you! That is so sweet of you!” You said, wrapping your arms around him again.
“No need to thank me,” he said with a soft expression on his face.
You gazed at him for a few seconds, grateful for this wonderful human being who had slipped into your life.
“You’re so gorgeous,” you whispered.
“Gorgeous?” He asked, the redness on his flushed skin deepening. A sheepish smile crossed his features as he scratched the back of his neck. A gesture he often did when he was getting a little flustered.
“Yes, you are,” you giggled, peppering his face with kisses, before taking his hand and guiding him to the kitchen, along with the brownies. You started rummaging through the kitchen drawers, looking for the delivery menu from your favorite pizza place.
“I am sorry for being so late again,” Leon mumbled, eyeing your movements.
“I told you, you really don’t need to be sorry. "I understand, Leon,” you smiled softly, looking back at him. He was always so worried about not being there enough for you, when in reality he had been nothing but a picture-perfect boyfriend to you.
Leon was four years your junior, which made him the youngest boyfriend you’d ever had. Initially, you’d believed that you needed someone older, someone with more experience, but over the years you’d come to the conclusion that this wasn’t the case. Men will be men, no matter the age. In the end, it always came down to what mattered the most: personality.
“I would still like to make it up to you,” he said, appearing behind you and putting his arms around your waist, his face nuzzling into your neck.
“Well, maybe I have an idea on how you could make it up to me,” you teased him, biting your lip slightly, which immediately got him flustered. You could hear it in the way he was taking in a deep breath, as if he were trying to build up the courage to act on it.
It was adorable to you how easy it was to get him worked up, even though he tried to hide it, of course. But there was one factor he couldn’t hide.
His hardening member pressed against your backside, fueling the excitement in your body that had started to build. He started kissing you along your neck, his hands wandering higher up to the curve of your breast. “Oh yeah?” He asked in a hushed voice.
He was needy. Very needy, but that didn’t bother you in the slightest. Having someone by your side who worshipped the ground you walked on, as well as your body, sure felt flattering and exciting.
Sex with Leon always felt new and refreshing, and what he lacked in experience, he made up for with attentiveness and care.
Your pleasure was always his top priority, so it wasn’t uncommon for you to talk a lot during sex. He always wanted to ask what you liked, what you needed, and what brought you the most pleasure, and you kind of enjoyed exploring new things together.
“I thought you wanted to order pizza," you whispered, eyes closed as his hands continued their exploration of your body. One hand was fondling your breast; the other was now on your ass, while his mouth was still busy caressing the warm skin on your neck.
“Right now, I want my beautiful girlfriend,” he mumbled, his voice muffled from kissing you. “Besides, you were the one who started it,” he continued.
You held back a chuckle. “It was just one sentence."
“Enough for me,” he said, groaning when you started pressing your ass onto his crotch. You slowly started grinding against his erection and let your head fall back against his chest. His fingers went under your shirt to get better access to your soft skin, toying with the lace fabric of your bra.
With one finger he slipped underneath, brushing over your nipples, which hardened under his touch.
“Leon,” you breathed, tilting your head slightly so you could kiss him.
“I’ve been thinking about you the whole day. Couldn’t get you out of my head,” he muttered between kisses, his touches slowly becoming more desperate as he groped your breasts.
“Oh yeah?” You asked with a hint of teasing in your voice. You wanted to hear more, so much more.
“Yeah. Had to even excuse myself to the bathroom,” he admitted, rubbing himself against your ass to get a little more friction. He could already feel a small, wet patch forming inside his boxers, clear evidence of how pent up he was.
You looked up at him. “Did you-“
“No,” he said quickly, shaking his head as if you’d asked the most disturbing question in existence. “No, I just needed a few minutes to cool down. Also, I didn’t really want the others to see my boner,” he chuckled.
Your innocent boyfriend, getting a hard-on just from thinking of you? You were sure this man was an angel sent from heaven.
“Well, I am sure I could help you out with that,” you hinted, slowly turning around so you were facing him.
His usually bright eyes turned a little darker at your words, his dick already throbbing for you.
“And how would you do that?” He asked. If you concentrated, you could hear the slight shiver in his voice.
Slowly, you let your hand drift along his upper body, feeling the muscles tense under his shirt. You stopped at the growing bulge and started palming him through his jeans.
"Mhm." He hummed, holding himself back from turning into a moaning mess from just one simple touch. He couldn’t deny, though, how much he loved it when you played with his cock.
“I could suck you off, do it with my hands, ride you, let you fuck me into the mattress,” you listed in a low, seductive voice, your hands still palming him.
He blinked a few times, gathering his breath. He clearly couldn’t concentrate anymore.
“Fuck, yes please…I-I mean sounds good to me,” he stammered, looking down. He was practically hypnotized by the way your hands worked their magic on him.
“Take me to the bedroom then,” you giggled.
He didn’t need to be told twice. While still making out, you made your way to the bedroom. The first few pieces of clothes were hastily taken off and scattered through your apartment while still kissing each other every chance you got.
Once you reached the small and dimly lit room, you gently pushed Leon towards the bed, making him sit down on the edge.
With your eyes still fixated on him, you slowly knelt down between his legs, now only dressed in your bra and panties. He looked at you like he couldn’t believe his eyes, his mouth slightly agape. You’d done that so many times before, but he would never get tired of this sight.
“You are amazing,” he murmured, letting his gaze wander over your breasts that were hugged perfectly by the sheer lace.
You remembered him getting it for you after a shopping trip together. You’d joked about trying on lingerie, and to your surprise, he was instantly hooked and practically dragged you to the next store. Initially, you’d thought he would be shy about it but it turned out he wasn’t anymore. With every new set you’d tried on, he looked more and more like a kid waiting to open their birthday presents.
You smiled at the memory, starting to trace your fingertips along his abs, seeing them tense the lower your fingers wandered.
Maybe it was just you being utterly and completely in love with him, but you were convinced this was the most handsome man you’d seen in your life.
Teasingly slow, you helped him out of his boxers, letting his rock-hard member spring free, right against his stomach.
You placed a kiss on the tip, smiling when you felt him twitch under your lips.
“Babe…”
“Hm?” You looked up with innocent eyes, watching his strained expression.
“Don’t tease me too much,” he muttered pleadingly.
“Mhm” You slowly leaned a little forward, licking a long stripe along his shaft, from bottom to the top. “Better?” You asked.
He groaned in frustration, and before he could state another complaint, you finally wrapped your lips around him and started bobbing your head up and down in a slow manner. You didn’t apply too much pressure just yet, letting him adjust to the feeling. One hand was placed on his thigh, while the other stroked the rest of his length that you didn’t fit in your mouth. Not yet.
“Fuck….babe…t-that… that feels so good,” he moaned, letting his head fall back. He was so worked up already from the beginning that it was getting increasingly difficult to keep himself from cumming in your mouth right then and there.
He placed one of his hands behind him on the bed for support, while the other tangled in your hair lovingly, guiding your movements just gently.
You swirled your tongue around his tip, continuing with your movements. Drool was already spilling from your mouth, making a mess on both you and him, but you knew how much he enjoyed it. The messier the better. His words. Not yours.
“You look so so good like that,” he praised as you looked up at him, mouth still full with his throbbing cock.
“Ahh…fuck” He whined whenever you were taking him extra deep, a skill he'd appreciated every time. He remembered the first time you'd done it, it had felt like his head was about to explode. And he'd gladly accepted his fate if that meant enjoying this feeling one last time.
“Holy shit…yes” He watched you through lidded eyes as you kept sucking him off, your cheeks hollowing out for a more intense feeling.
His thighs tensed, toes curling, as he felt the familiar tension returning to his abdomen.
You'd gotten to know the signs when he was close, so before you went any further, you decided to slow down a little to let him breathe.
“That is…god…amazing,” he stuttered, stroking through your hair while looking down at you lovingly.
You smiled at the compliment and licked your lips, tasting the lingering flavor of him.
“Anything for you,” you hushed, stroking over his thighs. “How about…I go on top tonight?” you asked after a few more moments.
You had tried out various positions before, but something about riding him while seeing his overwhelmed and blissed-out expression drove you completely wild.
He looked pleasently surprised at your bluntness, blinking a few times.
“Yeah, please! I'd love that,” he nodded eagerly. “But…I want to take care of you first, please,” he added in a quieter voice.
He loved going down on you, not only for your pleasure but for his own as well. He had to admit, hearing you screaming out his name, writhing in pleasure from his tongue, gave him an extra boost of confidence.
Also, if you'd started riding him now, he would have finished within 10 seconds, and he didn't want to risk that. Not tonight.
“Only if you want to,” you said, but you knew his answer already.
“I always want to taste you,” he said, gently helping you up and onto the bed. You felt yourself getting aroused at his words, growing undeniably wet by the minute.
He helped you out of the rest of your clothes, admiring your bare body.
“You look so beautiful….wow.” The last words were coming out merely as a whisper. He had seen you naked many times before, but he'd never get bored of that view in front of him.
His hands started playing eagerly with your tits, massaging the soft flesh until he replaced one hand with his mouth.
He eagerly sucked on your already hardened nipples, groaning while doing so, while his other hand kept fondling your breast.
“Leon….yes,” you sighed, arching your back to give him better access.
His cock immediately twitched upon hearing his name falling from your lips. He mumbled something in between, which you couldn’t really tell with his mouth being stuffed full. By the way his erection was pressing against your thigh, you were sure it must have been something positive.
Once you lay down, he reached for your legs, opening them carefully to expose your glistening folds to him. He took a few seconds, looking in awe at your wet pussy, before burying his face between your thighs.
The first few times he'd gone down on you, he'd tried to do everything. His movements were everywhere, trying to lick, kiss, and finger all at once, at the same time.
It wasn’t bad per se, not at all, but it was a little eager. Maybe a little bit too eager even. He just didn’t know how to use his skilled tongue just yet. After directing him a little and explaining how you liked it better, he became a total pro, though, leaving you breathless every time. Just like now.
“You taste so so good,” he mumbled between licks, gripping onto your thighs to keep them open.
His flattened out tongue licked long stripes over your cunt, giving you the maximum amount of pleasure.
He occasionally looked up to your face, still licking over your wetness, trying to gauge your reactions. He wanted to study you, see what brought you the biggest pleasure.
Your clit pulsated with every lick, and the more pressure he applied, the wetter you became.
“Is that okay?” He asked, looking up from between your thighs with glistening lips.
“Yes, Leon. It’s perfect…please keep going,” you whispered, holding onto his soft hair, tangling your hands in it.
He smiled as you gently pressed him down again to where you needed him most, and he happily complied.
After a while he suddenly started sucking on your clit, causing a sudden and intense amount of pleasure spreading throughout your whole body.
You moaned, gripping his hair tighter, hips bucking against his mouth as he simultaneously started licking your clit.
“Leon oh god-“ Your climax was quickly approaching, making you feel like you were about to enter another dimension.
He alternated with the pressure of his hot tongue against you, all the while keeping a constant level of suction on your clit until your walls started to clench around nothing. You cried out in pleasure, feeling your orgasm washing over you.
Leon groaned against you, his cock throbbing in need as he heard your moans and whimpers. He licked you through your high, keeping a firm grip on your thighs as you rode against his face. The taste of your arousal sent another jolt of pleasure right to his cock, which was begging for more attention.
He watched as you came down from your orgasm, placing a few kisses along your inner thighs.
“Where did that come from?” You asked, breathing heavily, as you looked down at him still lying between your thighs. He was smiling proudly, like he just won the award for best oral-performing boyfriend. You were sure he’d never done it like that before, and you’d never mentioned the sucking part either.
“Well…” He grinned. “Maybe I read a thing or two,” he admitted sheepishly, looking at you.
“Read something?” You asked.
“After our conversations…I wanted to improve and try something out,” he explained.
You imagined your adorable, innocent-looking boyfriend reading through steamy articles about how to please a woman right, maybe with flushed cheeks even. He was just the best and most thoughtful boyfriend you'd ever had; you were sure of it.
“That was perfect, Leon. Whatever you read, it was great,” you chuckled, taking a few more moments before you got up again and kissed him on the lips. “You’re the best,” you whispered, causing him to smile.
“Now how about my idea….the riding,” you teased with a grin, pushing him down gently.
“Fuck yes…please ride my cock,” he sighed, taking your hands in his to help you straddle him.
You slowly let yourself sink down onto his length, taking your time so you could both adjust.
You sighed, closing your eyes at the pleasant sensation of him stretching you out and filling you completely. Every now and then you were sure you could feel him twitch inside you.
His hands drifted to your hips, gripping them tightly with his eyes closed and brows furrowed.
„You are so tight around me….f-fuck,“ he said shakingly, trying to catch a breath in between.
“Mhm. And you’re so big,” you whispered. Just as you were about to start moving, he stopped you with his hands still on your hips, fingers digging in your skin.
“Can you wait for a minute?" he breathed. “P-please. I don't wanna cum too soon,” he stammered, looking up at you with pleading eyes.
“It's okay,” you said, smiling softly, placing your hands on his warm chest and feeling the rapid heartbeat under your fingers and palms.
His gaze drifted down your body—your neck, breasts, and stomach—and ended right at the point where you two were connected.
“It's just that…you're so beautiful and hot and you do all the right things and you feel so goddamn tight around my cock. So w-warm,” he rambled without taking a breath.
You blushed at his loving words and leaned down to kiss him again.
“I love you, Leon,” you mumbled against his lips, hands still braced on his chest.
“I love you too. So much” He groaned when he felt you starting to roll your hips against him. You continued with slow, teasing movements until you switched to actually bouncing on his shaft up and down.
Mesmerized, he looked at you and the way your tits were bouncing with every movement you made. Once you saw his fixated gaze, you took his hands and placed them on your breasts.
“Touch me, Leon,” you urged him gently, to which he instantly complied. He toyed with your soft breasts, brushing over your nipples as you continued riding him.
“Yes, please keep going fuck-“ He felt his cock becoming harder, if that was even possible at that point. At least to him, it felt like it.
You started to increase your pace, hands still on his chest and eyes locked on his face. His cock glided deliciously against your walls, massaging you and hitting just the right spot. Your clit was still so sensitive from your prior orgasm that it felt heavenly whenever it brushed against his pelvis.
The room was filled with the sounds of grunting and moaning and the wet sounds of your wet cunt riding his cock.
“Leon, you feel so good. God…yes,” you moaned, closing your eyes shut as you fucked him faster.
You decided that if he got to try something new, you would too. With every time you bounced on him, you started tensing your pelvic muscles at the same time, causing you to become even tighter around him.
He opened his eyes. “How did you do that?” He asked, completely flabbergasted.
“Wait…that?” you teased, tensing your inner muscles again. His cock twitched, feeling like you were milking him.
He took in a sharp breath, looking at you with glossy eyes.
“That stays my secret,” you winked, doing it again while continuing to ride him. You silently thanked yourself for keeping up with your pelvic floor exercises.
“Fuck fuck fuck…..oh god….” he cursed under his breath as his fingers pressed into your skin while you rode him faster. His hips bucked up to meet your thrusts until you found a perfect rhythm together.
You cried out as he hit your sweet spot again, making it impossible for you to focus on anything else.
“I think I’m gonna cum…I can’t last much longer,” he said through gritted teeth, breathing heavily.
You nodded quickly. “It’s okay, don’t hold back”
“No, I want you to cum again first,” he muttered. If you were in a different situation, you’d surely went for an “aww” but that seemed inappropriate, so you just kept on riding him, moaning his name over and over again.
You watched as he put his fingers on your clit again, rubbing tight circles on you, and within a few more moments, you felt your second orgasm wash over you. Your walls fluttered around his member uncontrollably, and with that you took him over the edge with you.
“Fuck fuck fuck-“ Was all he managed to say as he came, spilling everything he had to offer inside you. You kept moving in sync, helping the other to ride out your highs.
“Mhm, Leon, please, yes,” you moaned, still moving up and down to prolong your orgasm.
After a few more moments, your movements became slower and slower until you stilled, his cock still inside you.
The both of you stayed like that for a while, catching your breath and just staring into each other’s eyes.
“That was amazing. As always,” he mumbled with a satisfied and pleasant expression on his face.
“It really was,” you nodded with a smile, gently stroking over his hot and damp skin on his chest.
“I feel like…you’ll be the death of me someday,” he grinned. “But in a good way!”
You laughed. “Oh yeah? Well, I am working on it." You winked as you got off him. He whimpered when you did so, already missing your tightness and warmth around him.
He extended one arm out, inviting you to snuggle up to him. The aftercare and the cuddling with him were just as good as the sex was. You already knew how caring and protective he was, but he made sure to prove it to you every single time.
Gently, he kissed your cheek and searched for your eyes.
“Did you enjoy it?” He asked hopefully. “Because I really did,” he added in a quieter voice, as if he weren't sure if he should really ask it.
You giggled and turned yourself to the side so you could really see his face. “It was wonderful, Leon. I loved everything about it,” you said encouragingly, laying your head on his chest. “You’re really good in bed,” you added with a smile.
“Ah, not as good as you are,” he said with flushed cheeks.
“That’s not a competition. It’s about how well we match and communicate, not about who has more experience,” you said softly, brushing a few hair strands out of his face.
“That’s true, I suppose." He smiled, brushing his hands gently along your back.
You stayed like that for a while, cuddling and enjoying the quiet, until you heard Leon's stomach grumbling.
You chuckled. “I guess we should order the pizza now, hm?”
“Yes, now I am reallyhungry,” he laughed quietly. “I will order for us, and you can already hop in the shower. I will join you then."
“Mhm, sounds perfect." You nodded, slowly getting up from the bed.
“You want the usual?” He asked as he made his way to the bedroom door.
“Yes!” You said, slipping into the bathroom that was attached to your bedroom.
“Anything else?” He called after you.
“Only you!”
He chuckled as he heard your joyous response, staying like that for a few seconds and reminiscing on your shared intimacy. You were his world, and he would do anything to keep you happy and safe; he was sure of that.
Final Note: I hope you enjoyed it! As always, feedback is very much appreciated and means the world to me! No matter if its comments, likes, reblogs. I appreciate the support so much. 💗
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Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, fingering, P in V, unprotected sex, slightly soft dom Leon, later soft dom reader, oral (male receiving) , cowgirl position, good girl as a pet name, FLUFF
A/N: Hello Sweethearts! Part 3 of Forever Night Stand is here, yay! This story already feels like my baby and the fact that you still support and read it makes me so incredibly happy. Whenever I see a comment or message in my inbox from you it somehow makes my day a little brighter. I hope this story and especially this chapter will have the same effect on you. We are starting off strong with some (actually a lot) smut (hehe) and then we will explore their dynamic a little more. I am dying to know what you think, so don’t hold back 🥰 Enjoy! So much love to every single one of you, Shell xo
Part 1 I Part 2
“Down the hallway, second door to the right,” you whispered against his lips, not wanting to let go just yet. You wanted to keep this moment forever, burn it into your brain, and replay it at every possible daytime.
The effect he had on you should be studied, because no man in your entire life had been able to make you feel the way Leon did.
You continued kissing him more desperately, clinging onto his shirt as if he'd disappear if you'd let him go. Simultaneously, your hips started moving against his thigh, which gave you just the right amount of friction against your core.
You could feel his grin against your swollen lips.
“I love how needy you are." He pressed his thigh a little higher against you, the fabric of his jeans deliciously rubbing against the thin layer of your pants.
Your hands drifted down to between his legs, your gaze fixated on his, watching as his eyes grew darker. In an instant, his lips were on yours again.
“I love how hard you are,” you murmured teasingly, massaging the growing bulge in his pants.
“All for you, sweetheart, all for you," Leon hissed when you applied more pressure on his thick member, feeling him through his jeans.
Your lips never lost contact; everything happened with your lips still melting against each other, messy and wet and just the way you needed it.
You felt your clit becoming more sensitive as he suddenly started flexing his thigh, allowing you even more friction.
“Leon,” you moaned into his mouth. You felt his cock twitch slightly in your hand, earning another growl from him. As much as you loved riding his thigh and soaking your panties in the meantime, it simply wasn’t enough. You needed all of him and more.
As if he could hear your thoughts, he finally stood up, with you still being wrapped around him.
“Hold on tight."
As you held onto him while he carried you to the bedroom, you started peppering kisses along his jaw and neck, feeling a slight shiver coming from him.
Once he opened the door, you were met with the cool air from your bedroom, only the city lights lighting up the small space.
It was just like that nightbut with a different setting and set with a mood that felt more intimate, more familiar.
You heard a low chuckle coming from him as he set you down onto your bed. With a frown, you followed his gaze and looked behind you, spotting the plush monkey that was sitting between one of the pillows. By now you were ready to die from embarrassment. Way to ruin the mood.
“Cute,” Leon said somewhat amused, eyeing the plushie.
“Gift from Nellie,” you explained awkwardly, putting it quickly on one of the nightstands.
“We don’t want to traumatize this little monkey, hm?” He grinned, turning it around so it wasn’t facing you anymore.
You chuckled, noticing how unperfect this whole situation seemed to be.
Now that you were thinking about it, nothing about you felt perfect at the moment. Your hair was still covered in flour, your underwear was completely unmatched and something you'd pulled out of your drawer this morning. Your shirt was like two sizes too big.
Comically, this seemed to be even worse than the outfit from your first night together. You made a mental note to yourself to at least once seduce him in something sexy. Just for the surprise.
“Sorry for ruining the mood,” you said sheepishly. “I wasn't really prepared for…that,” you said awkwardly, gesturing to the room and then to yourself.
He looked back at you and gently pushed you down onto your bed. Taking your hand in his, he placed it on his still fully erect cock. You could feel him throbbing through his pants.
“Does this feel to you like you ruined the mood?” he asked, applying more pressure as in urging you to keep touching him.
You bit your lip, taking the hint and palming him some more while he was half leaning above you.
“You are fucking amazing,” he groaned, one of his hands brushing a few hair strands from your face. “And unbelievably hot. Even with the whole baking stuff in your hair,” he chuckled.
You smiled at his words, pulling him down to you to start kissing him again.
Clothes were hastily discarded and thrown far away, where they couldn't distract you anymore.
“You've been turning me on these past weeks,” he mumbled, groaning when you started to slip your hand inside his boxer briefs. He felt just as big as you'd remembered him. Thick, warm, and begging to be touched.
He kissed his way down your neck again simultaneously.
"Every time we are together, I can’t concentrate. I can't fucking focus because of you."
You whimpered when you heard his words, your panties already clinging to your wet folds. The whole time you've been thinking that you were the only one who was yearning for him, and now hearing that he'd been feeling the same sent shivers over your whole body.
“You like hearing that? What you do to me?” His hands fumbled with your bra clasps, hurriedly opening them to finally free your breasts.
"Yeah." You nodded, looking up at him with flushed cheeks and a slightly pretentious smile. Yes, maybe it did boost your ego a tiny little bit.
“Mhm. That's what I thought,” he hissed, his eyes darkening as they took in the sight of your breasts, nipples perked, just waiting to be touched by his calloused hands.
“Such perfect tits,” he mumbled appreciatively. Your eyes fluttered close as soon as his fingers came in contact, massaging the soft flesh and playing with your nipples teasingly. The second he pinched one of them, it sent a jolt of pleasure through your body.
"Leon-"
“I know what else you like, sweetheart."
Expectantly, you looked up, gazing into his deep blue eyes, which had turned a few shades darker than usual.
“I know you like being called a good girl,” he hummed, the hand that was playing with your tits before, drifting down between your legs to brush over the damp fabric of your panties. And it was true. The first time he’d done that, you’d learned something new about yourself.
You’d never expected to be into that kind of pet name, but after hearing these words roll off of Leon’s tongue, that perception had quickly changed.
“So be a good girl and tell me what you want,” he hummed, rubbing your clit through your panties.
“I want you,” you whimpered impatiently.
“Not enough”
“I want you inside me."
Your hips were desperately writhing against his hand, a pathetic try at getting more pleasure from him.
"Fuck, baby,” he mumbled before pushing your panties down, throwing them to the rest of the clothes. He wasted no time and started circling your clit with his thumb, causing you to moan loudly. His fingers wandered lower to your entrance, right where your arousal was already leaking out of you, all because of him.
“Dripping for me,” he praised, his thick cock twitching in his boxers upon feeling your wetness coating his fingers.
He let his fingers slide inside you, first one, then two.
“Leon-“ Your voice broke, overwhelmed by the feeling of his thick fingers filling your tight hole.
He angled his fingers perfectly, finding the spongy spot inside you that made you see stars. You moved against his fingers, riding them and meeting his thrusts. You looked down, completely mesmerized by the way his veins in his arms were pulsing and his muscles were flexing from fucking his fingers into you.
“Yes, ride my fingers. Get off on my fingers."
His voice sounded darker than before but still so gentle, a mixture only he could pull off.
You clung to his arms as he kept his fingers pumping in and out of you; at the same time, he started sucking on your tits, letting his tongue swirl around your fully erect nubs.
“Oh god. Fuck. Yes!"
He watched you while still making out with your tits, his cock meanwhile painfully throbbing against his boxers. It was too much. Almost.
When you started feeling your walls tightening around his fingers and a coil forming deep inside your lower abdomen, you knew you were getting close to cumming.
“I-think I-“
“I know. I feel it,” he groaned, switching to your other breasts as he kept thrusting his fingers against the same spot over and over again. “Let go, don’t hold back. Let me hear your sweet sounds,” he said, his voice muffled from sucking on your tits.
After a few more pumps your walls started tightening around him, sending a wave of pulsations through your core. You cried out from the intensity and held onto his massive arms while his fingers fucked you through it. He helped you ride it out, never stopping his movements, only slowing them down gradually.
“That’s a good girl right there." He looked down at his fingers that were now drenched from you. “God you’re so hot,” he mumbled as he carefully pulled his fingers out of you.
“That was….wow,” you admitted, looking at him in a complete daze.
He smiled, kissing your head lovingly.
“And only the beginning”
You watched him for a few seconds, coming down from your high and enjoying the short intimate moment, before you got up and pressed your hands to his chest, making him lie down on his back.
“My turn now,” you said seductively. You were enjoying the power switch for a moment. Of course you had enjoyed him being the one in control, but you wanted to try out one of your dirty daydreams, and that specific one included sucking on his delicious-looking cock. “I wanna suck you off,” you continued, speaking your dirty thoughts freely.
He raised his eyebrows, a slight smirk playing on the corner of his mouth.
“There’s that filthy mouth I missed."
As you positioned yourself between his legs, you started palming him through his boxers again. You could hear him hiss, his hips bucking into your hand. He looked down at you as his head rested slightly against the headboard. Suddenly another idea crossed your mind.
“Tell me what you want,” you whispered, almost biting your lip in the process because you needed time to adjust to your new “role”
A flicker of surprise crossed his features but was soon replaced by a rather lustful expression.
“Are we switching roles now?” He teased through gritted teeth, suppressing the groan that was threatening to spill from his lips.
You withdrew your fingers teasingly, tilting your head slightly.
“Tell me what you want,” you repeated.
“You,” he grunted, his cock twitching at your sudden bold behavior.
“Not enough” You started enjoying this more than you originally thought.
He looked at you through half-lidded eyes, sweat already forming on his forehead.
“I want your mouth wrapped around my cock."
With a smile playing on your lips, you reached for his boxers and pulled them down, freeing his erect member. It sprang free, the tip already red and glistening with a few drops of precum.
Leon watched you intently, impatiently waiting for your next move.
You slowly dragged your tongue along his shaft, bottom to top, placing a kiss on the tip once you reached it.
“Mhm such a tease,” he mumbled, watching as you played with his desperately hard member.
You grinned, doing it all over again until he started bucking his hips again, trying to get closer to your throat. “Baby…fuck. Please suck my cock already,” he groaned, brows furrowed.
You'd never imagined Leon Kennedy would beg for anything, not even getting his cock sucked, but here you were, pleasantly surprised.
You opened your mouth, wrapping your swollen lips around him, and started by swirling your tongue around the tip. You could already taste the first drops of precum, a musky and slightly salty taste on your tongue.
You then started bobbing your head up and down, occasionally hollowing your cheeks out for a more intense feeling.
He watched you in awe, his cock twitching in your mouth whenever you closed your mouth completely on him.
“Fuuuuck-“
His eyes fluttered close for a few seconds, while one of his hands came down to grab a fistful of your hair. He wasn't rough, wasn't pushing you down or anything. It was as if he was trying to guide you gently.
You picked up the pace, going deeper until he reached the back of your throat, convulsing around him and swallowing him whole.
“Just like that. "Goddamn, look at you,” he sighed, keeping his hands tightly in your hair as you continued bobbing your head up and down his shaft.
You rested your hands on his massive thighs, feeling them flex and tense under your touch.
“Looking so good with my cock in your mouth."
His words caused you to moan around him, sending vibrations through his whole body.
Every now and then you tried to relax your jaw, taking him as deep as you could. The grunting and groaning coming from him sounded like music to your ears and only motivated you further to take him even deeper.
“You are so perfect. So fu- goddman perfect with your mouth around me. Should've done this sooner. Should've just fucked your mouth in my office or in one of the private training rooms. Would've looked so good taking my cock there, kneeling in front of me."
You almost whined hearing his words. It was an unrealistic fantasy, and you knew he didn't really mean it, but here in the privacy of your home, sharing these filthy thoughts privately, it was the hottest thing you could’ve imagined.
Your pussy clenched at his words, clit throbbing and begging to be touched again.
You started hollowing out your cheeks again, drooling all over him with a few drops landing on your tits.
“Babe- I think- you need to-“ He hissed, voice strained and brows furrowed.
You could sense he was getting close. You could feel it in the way his veins throbbed in your mouth, as well as his thighs and lower abdomen tensing the more you took of him.
With a slight pop, you released him, strings of saliva clinging onto his throbbing cock, as well as your mouth.
“Hell…” He muttered while catching his breath, his eyes glossy and still half closed. He must have been really on the brink of cumming.
You smiled mischieviously, starting to crawl towards him and sitting yourself on his lower body, his erection pressing impatiently at your entrance.
You looked down at him, taking in the sight of his blissed-out face. He looked beautiful like that. No frowning, no worrying, no contemplating. He was completely at your mercy, and you enjoyed every minute of it.
“I wanna ride you,” you said as you placed your hands on his chest.
“Take a seat, pretty girl,” he hummed with an anticipating smile on his lips. Your body immediately reacted to his words, your clit throbbing in anticipation while still being sensitive from your earlier high.
You slowly let yourself sink down onto him while your hand helped guide his thick shaft inside your tight hole. You were slick with arousal, making it easy for him to fully penetrate you.
“Fuuuck-“ you both cursed in unison. Your tightness embraces his cock fully, your walls already starting to flutter simply from the feeling of him splitting you open.
It felt too good, somehow even better than the first time, but maybe that was just the endorphins talking.
He gripped your hips tightly, not guiding you just yet, just holding and supporting you.
“You’re so big,” you whimpered as you took in the feeling of the stretch. It felt breathtaking, even more intense than you’d imagined.
“Take your time; don’t rush. I am right there with you,” he whispered. Your walls clamped down onto him upon hearing his tender words. The mixture between him being dominant and still so caring at the same time made it even hotter.
You nodded, experimentally starting to roll your hips in a forward motion.
“Oh-,” you breathed, feeling your clit brush against his pelvis in a perfect angle with every roll of your hips.
“Just like that. Jesus….you are so tight,” he rasped, biting back a moan when he felt you starting to bounce on him.
You found the perfect rhythm, allowing him to fill you deeper until he hit the perfect angle inside you. By now you were so wet and aroused, every bounce started making obscene sounds from you fucking him.
“Leon-“
You closed your eyes shut, your movements never faltering as you kept moving up and down his shaft, feeling yourself becoming tighter with every stroke.
He was completely mesmerized by the sight of you riding him, your bouncing tits, and your beautiful face contorted in pleasure from you fucking yourself senseless on his dick.
“Looking so good for me. Riding my cock like a goddess. Fuck, don’t stop, baby. Don’t stop,” he grunted. His hands found their way to your ass, giving it a gentle slap before squeezing it roughly.
You rode him faster, changing the angle just slightly so your clit was brushing against him again. By then your arousal was dripping out of you, making a mess on his whole lower body and thighs. You didn’t care in your current state. You were too cockdrunk to form coherent sentences anymore.
“I- I’m so close again,” you mewled, your hands almost painfully grasping at his chest. Leon groaned, not caring about the pain you were inflicting on him; the pleasure your pussy was providing him was much stronger.
You felt your legs starting to get weak once the pleasure was pooling in your lower belly. The coil that had started to build was ready to snap open, bringing you over the edge.
“Let me help you, yeah?” He huffed, and before you knew it, he started thrusting upwards, hitting your cervix.
“Oh…god please don’t stop,” you whined, tears starting to form at the corners of your eyes as he started thrusting harder and deeper, just the way you needed it. He managed to hit that spot again and again, better than you’d done it before when you fucked him.
“Shit…you’re getting so tight. Cum on my cock, baby girl. Cream all over it, do it,” he urged, pressing his lips together when he felt your walls clenching around him violently.
Your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, your walls pulsing and fluttering around him. For a few seconds your mind went blank, and all you could see were stars.
You cried out his name as you came, thankful he kept thrusting into you to prolong your pleasure.
When you started practically milking him, he couldn't hold back any longer. He let out a low and deep growl as he spilled everything inside you, his cum shooting out in hot, thick ropes.
“Fuckfuckfuck-“ He grunted, pulling you down so he could hold you closer while he fucked into you, nuzzling his face in your neck.
He held you close, panting heavily in your ear as he kept thrusting lazily, slow and ragged.
You let yourself sink against him. Your thighs were still shaking from the position, and your walls started sending the occasional aftershocks through you.
“You were amazing,” he whispered in your ear, hands starting to stroke gently along your warm back.
“The feeling is mutual,” you giggled, still out of breath and slightly overwhelmed by the intensity.
After a few more moments, you gently got off him, lying down next to him.
“C’mere,” he sighed, his breathing still uneven. He looked even more attractive like this. A sweaty forehead, flushed cheeks, and the tousled hair that looked so much softer in the dimmed bedroom lighting.
You snuggled up against him, resting your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He laid his arm around your hip, drawing lazy circles on it. For a while, you just stayed like that. No talking, no noises except your panting and the raindrops that started dripping against your window. You hadn’t even realized that it had started raining.
“Is everything okay?” He asked, breaking the silence.
“Yes, perfect,” you hummed, feeling the tiredness overflow your body and mind.
He looked down at you and watched your face intently before placing several soft kisses on your head and temple.
You felt so utterly loved and cared for that you were sure your heart was about to jump out of your chest.
You both decided you were in desperate need of a shower, so after spending a few more minutes in the intimate haze, you hopped into the shower and cleaned yourselves off from everything.
Afterwards you slipped on some loose pajamas, watching as Leon lay back in your bed, his upper body resting against the headboard. He looked relaxed, peaceful, and still so goddamn handsome you just wanted to scream from joy.
He smirked when he saw you climbing back onto the bed. Instead of just lying down next to him, you decided to climb between his legs and let your back rest against his chest.
He pulled you tightly against him until your head rested against his shoulders.
“I liked seeing you like this. Taking control and everything,” he mumbled.
“Oh yeah? Maybe I should do that more often then."
“You should,” he hummed in agreement.
You turned your face slightly to face him, your lips almost brushing against each other.
“Should we…talk about this? About…us?” you whispered.
“Let’s talk tomorrow. Tonight I just want to…enjoy this. As long as I can,” he mumbled, kissing you again. And you didn’t complain.
“Good idea,” you agreed, cuddling yourself back to him and enjoying the intimate moment.
The next morning you were awoken by the sound of the coffee machine. It took you a few seconds to take in your surroundings. You were in your own bed, your blanket draped over your body, and the first few rays of morning light were shining through the windows.
For a split of a second you worried you’d overslept until you realized it was Sunday. Thank God.
Your body was aching and still feeling sore from your late-night activities. However, you wouldn't want to trade that feeling for anything in the world. Because it reminded you of him. And the incredible feeling only he was able to give you.
You carefully slipped out of your bed and padded into the kitchen, seeing Leon preparing coffee for the both of you.
“I see you are comfortable in my kitchen already,” you smiled, walking over to him.
"Let's say I know my way around after the baking lesson with Nellie,” he grinned.
You slowly wrapped your arms around him, almost nervously, as if you were afraid someone would wake you up at any moment, pulling you out of a wonderful dream.
He gently laid his free arm around you and kissed you on the top of your head. He stayed there for a moment, inhaling your scent.
“I missed this,” he mumbled appreciatingly, his voice still a little rough from sleep.
“What?” You asked, looking up, while still being wrapped around him.
“This. I mean…having you by my side. Not just as my partner at work,” he said.
Your heart swelled at his words.
“I missed this too,” you answered quietly, averting your eyes. “I honestly thought this night…would have been a one-night stand thing,” you admitted, feeling the insecurities come flooding back.
“Well, we kind of destroyed the definition of a one-night stand with last night,” he smirked, handing you a cup of hot, steaming coffee.
“Kind of, yeah."
“Besides. I…as I told you…for me this was more than just…sex,” he continued, sipping on his coffee. His words came out in fragments, as if he wasn’t sure how to word it correctly. And you felt the same. What was this even? A relationship? An affair? Friends with benefits?
You secretly hoped for the first option.
“You were pretty good at hiding it,” you mumbled, playing with the cup in your hand.
“Comes with the job, I guess,” he said, reaching out to cup your face. “But that doesn’t mean I didn't care. I….just want to protect you. And your job,” he explained.
You nodded, smiling when his hand brushed your cheeks.
“I know you worked hard for it, and if people find out…they will talk. You know how they are. I don't want that for you,” he said eventually.
You nodded in agreement. You had seen this countless times before, and the last thing you wanted was to be branded as your superior’s affair or that you slept your way up to the top.
“So, what is the plan?” You asked quietly, looking down at the cup as if the hot liquid could give you a magic answer.
“The only thing I can suggest to you is that we are together. Really together. But in secret,” he sighed, making you look back up at him again.
“I know that’s not what you deserve. You deserve more, way more,” he laughed humorlessly. “But at the moment that’s all I can offer. For the sake of both our jobs,” he said, his brows furrowing.
You watched him for a few moments, contemplating the options in your head.
“I would understand if you said no,” he said calmly.
“And then what? We already figured out we can’t…keep our hands off of each other,” you chuckled.
“I can’t argue with that." He joined in your laughter, giving you a peck on the lips.
“So I guess…that’s what it is then." You nodded awkwardly. You wanted to be with him; you already knew that, so if your relationship had to be in secret, then so it was.
“Do you want me to officially ask you to be my girlfriend, or should we skip that?” He teased, leaning back against the kitchen counter.
You laughed, a wicked grin appearing on your lips.
“Mhm….yes. Please ask me. Like we’re in high school again,” you giggled, placing the cup on the counter to wait for his next move.
He nodded in defeat, as if he’d expected you to say this. Slowly, he came closer and stood in front of you, taking your hand in his.
“So, will you be my secret girlfriend and partner in crime?” He cheesily asked, adding a dramatic tone to his voice.
You immediately started laughing. This was so out of character for him.
“Yes, Leon. "Yes, I will,” you smiled, watching him bend down to you to kiss you again. And again. And again.
A secret relationship wasn't something you'd wished for, especially not at your age, but being together with him in secret was still better than not being with him at all.
Surely, it would have been nice to make it official. You wouldn't have to worry about the way you looked at each other or fearing your other coworkers might sense something.
Still, you managed to make it work.
It became a quiet, intimate, and illicit routine between the two of you.
Leon was less distant at work but never touchy or flashy in the way he was treating you.
Whenever other people were in the room, you kept a professional distance, but in these tiny moments in between, you shared your clandestine way of communicating.
His hand more than once brushed yours under the table during a meeting. Especially when he felt you getting nervous or enraged, this was his silent way of telling you that he was there. Not just as a colleague, but as your partner as well.
On other occasions it happened that you exchanged knowing glances or even a smirk. It was your way of telling the other that you both were thinking the same.
When he was feeling extra risky, he even pulled you into secret rooms, hallways, or his office. Years of experience working as a DSO agent had taught him a lot. That also included a detailed floor plan of the DSO building and information on where the cameras were and weren't located.
Unlike in your fantasies, you hadn’t used this chance to get risky, but to share small intimate moments like kisses or hushed whispers in which you told each other how much you meant to one another.
Well, and then there was Nathan. You had ignored his “appointment” and simply deleted it from your calendar, but you didn't want to simply ghost him. Besides, it would have made things more awkward, considering that you were still working together very closely.
So, a few days later after finishing your work, you decided to visit him in his office and tell him that you're not interested. Easy as that.
It was already late in the evening, the busy crowd from the midday work hours long gone. You waited a few seconds before knocking on his door.
“Come in!”
As you entered, you spotted Nathan being busy working on what looked like five screens simultaneously. The headset was loosely hanging around his neck, his fingers swiftly drumming on the keyboard.
“What can I-“ Nathan stopped mid-sentence as he turned around. His face lit up almost instantly when he saw you standing in his office.
“Hey! Now that's a great late-night visit; take a seat,” he said enthusiastically, pulling out the chair for you. You almost felt bad when you saw his puppy-like eyes staring at you.
“Thanks,” you smiled somewhat painfully, sitting down next to him.
“Want me to grab you a drink? Tea? Coffee?”
He smiled, gesturing toward the door.
“No, no. Thank you. I actually have to leave in a few. I just wanted to talk to you,” you explained gently.
He nodded. “Yeah, sure,” he said. “Go on."
You cleared your throat, feeling your mouth going dry. This was way easier when you'd planned it out in your head.
“About your appointment… the coffee date," you started.
"Oh, that, yes. I am sorry if that came off…weird. I know it was a little straightforward, and I figured that I went a little too far when I saw you deleting it,” he said quickly, scratching the back of his neck that started turning red. Probably from embarrassment.
You smiled warmly. “I was a little surprised, yes. But that's not… why I deleted it,” you said. “I am in a relationship, so I am off the market,” you finally said.
“And I don't think my boyfriend would like it very much if I was going on a date with another man,” you added with a wink, trying to lighten the mood a tiny little bit.
It felt exciting to officially call Leon your boyfriend, even if no one knew that you were actually referring to him. It was enough to make you feel tingly and warm.
He looked at you surprised.
“Oh I…I didn‘t know. I thought you were single because you never mentioned anyone. I mean not that you have to, of course! I just…sorry I wouldn't have asked if I knew you were taken.”
He was almost tumbling over his words, speaking way too fast for his own good. By now the redness from his neck had spread to his cheeks. Suddenly he looked almost innocent to you.
“No, it's all good! I am not mad at you or anything. I just wanted to come clear and not just…ghost you or anything,” you laughed quietly.
“I appreciate that! And again…sorry for making things awkward for you,” he said apologetically.
You both looked down and stayed quiet for a few moments.
“I hope this doesn't change anything between us. We are still friends and partners, right?” he asked, looking up again.
“Sure! You're not getting rid of me that easily,” you teased.
He nodded with a smile, trying to hide the fact that he'd actually hoped for something more than just friendship.
“Great. I will uh…text you tomorrow the newest info for your devices and upcoming missions,” he said eventually.
“Sounds perfect. Thank you”
You stood up again, taking your bag and swinging it over your shoulder. “Then I guess I'll see you tomorrow?”
“Yes. See you tomorrow. Have a good night,” he smiled.
“You too!”
Before you could reach the door, he called after you.
“Oh and….is your boyfriend also an agent? Do I know him maybe?” he asked, completely oblivious.
You closed your eyes, breathing through your nose.
Now don't say anything stupid.
“No! He is actually doing something very different than me. Which is quite refreshing,” you said with a forced smile as you turned around to face him.
He nodded. “Oh I believe."
God he was looking at you like a puppy again. Maybe that was why you stupidly decided to say the next words.
“He is a chef!”
You had no idea why exactly you felt the need to give your secret boyfriend a new profession, but here you were.
“Wow! Lucky you. Always getting the best meals,” he chuckled.
You prayed he wouldn't ask you where he worked because you definitely didn't know enough restaurants around here to come up with a name.
“Yes! Absolutely," you giggled, relieved that he actually bought your fake story. You ultimately said your goodbyes to each other, and then you finally made your way to the upper offices.
The second you got to the upper floors, you felt a flutter in your stomach, like a kid on Christmas. The same feeling you always felt when knowing you would see him again.
It was getting close to midnight, so by now the only office that was occupied was Leon’s. You could see the faint light shining through the door.
After hearing a quiet "Come in" you entered the large room. Leon was sitting in front of his laptop, his tired features being lit by the screen lights and his office lamp that was standing on his desk. He looked deep in thought, typing away on the keyboard with his reading glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.
When you’d found out he needed reading glasses, you’d initially teased him about it, but in reality, it suited him incredibly well.
The first buttons of his shirt were open, the sleeves rolled up. He looked like the most handsome man on the planet. Your man, to be exact.
“And? How did coffee boy react to the news?” He asked dryly, his eyes not averting from the screen in front of him. He was probably trying to act like he didn’t care, but you knew he was dying to know.
You laughed quietly, shaking your head as you approached his desk, sitting down on the edge with one leg propped up.
“Don't call him that,” you chuckled. „He is a good guy.”
Leon huffed, still looking at the monitor in front of him. “Yeah, that move could have gotten him fired. Quite unprofessional, to be honest,” he muttered.
You had to hold back your laugh. Seeing him getting jealous was actually kind of attractive. The way he was trying to act unbothered and totally calm. Lucky for you, you could read him better by now, seeing right through his facade.
"Yeah, right. Almost as unprofessional as starting a secret relationship with your assigned junior agent, hm?” you noted, pressing your lips together to stop yourself from grinning. How much you loved the little banter between the both of you.
Leon finally looked up, wearing a stern look on his face.
“That's something entirely different.”
“It is not. And you know that,” you giggled, crossing your arms in front of your chest, still halfway sitting on his desk.
“Always talking back to me,” he said, shaking his head at you.
“I thought you liked that."
He took off his glasses, set them down on the desk, and leaned back against the chair. His hand squeezed the bridge of his nose, followed by a deep sigh.
"Yeah, I do,” he mumbled. “Can't deny that."
Once he looked up at you again, he extended his hands out for you, inviting you to sit on his lap.
“What if someone comes in?” You asked hesitantly.
“Everyone already left. Besides, there are cameras down the hallway I can check,” he explained, watching you as you sat down on him and straddled his lap.
You nodded, pulling your arms around his neck and giving him a soft peck on the lips.
“There’s something else I need to tell you,” you said.
Leon looked up at you expectantly.
“Tell me,” he said, gently brushing over your back.
“Nate believes that…my boyfriend is a chef,” you muttered, almost cringing at your own words.
“He what?”
“I’m sorry, but he asked if my boyfriend was also an agent, so I panicked, and then I tried to think of another profession, and I thought about our first night. I remembered making jokes that you were a food critic and well….I kind of made you a chef, I guess,” you explained, looking down with a sheepish smile.
It took him a few seconds to take that in. “You…really need to work on your improvising,” he laughed, pulling you closer so you could lay your head on his chest, which you gladly did.
“I know,” you groaned, burying your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent.
“Well, I have to tell you something too,” he said after a while.
“Is it a new mission?” You asked. You weren’t really sure; it was just a guess, basically, but you could sense something was up.
“Yeah. You and me. We will leave in three days for a mission in Mexico,” he explained. "I'll tell you all the details tomorrow in the briefing, but I wanted you to know."
“Mexico? How does that involve us?”
“Something about an abandoned laboratory from a well-known…company. As I said, more details tomorrow,” he said. “But maybe something positive. It’s close to the beach, so you could see it as a romantic getaway,” he teased.
“Romantic getaway? With us fighting against BOWs and fearing for our lives?" You asked sarcastically, a grin plastered on your face.
“Let’s hope it won’t be that extreme,” he muttered, brushing your cheek lovingly. "It would be nice if we didn’t have to fear for our lives for once."
“How boring,” you joked, kissing him one last time before getting up.
“Ready to go h…” You stopped yourself before you could finish the sentence. Normally your days always ended the same. At his apartment, cuddled together in his bed. It was not like you moved in already, but sometimes it sure felt like it.
“Home?” He grinned as he heard your lousy attempt at trying to swallow the word.
“I mean…at your place,” you corrected yourself awkwardly.
He closed his laptop, shutting everything down, and then came over to you to kiss you on the forehead.
“You can call it home, sweetheart. It isour home. At least that is how I see it,” he said.
You didn’t know what to say; you were simply too stunned.
“Now c’mon. I need a good round of sleep. Besides, we need to pack for the mission. And the beach,” he winked, walking over to the door.
“You coming?" He asked, turning around to see your still stunned-looking face.
“On my way,” you smiled, following him swiftly.
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Final Note: As promised, you will get the beach scene in the next chapter wohoo! Also, I hope some people like Nathan a little bit better now lmao. I really tried to make him more likeable haha. I hope you enjoyed it! As always, feedback is very much appreciated and means the world to me! No matter if its comments, likes, reblogs. I appreciate the support so much. 💗
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(Sleep is out of the question when there's still so much to learn about your boyfriend Leon S. Kennedy)
Word Count: 2.5k
Rating: T
Author's Note: Hiii, I am late to the party, but I really wanted to participate in a nice October event this year! And since I love writing fluff to the absolute same degree as smut, I decided to mix my very own cocktail of flufftober and kinktober, consisting of my favorite prompts from each list. All in all, I marked four prompts to write as to not overwhelm myself lol. Two of them already passed, but I would never write for these amazing prompt lists if I pressured myself to stick to the exact dates. So I hope y’all bear with me and enjoy what I cook up 🙏💕
It’s so funny to me that my first little fic for Leon is for Flufftober, but I can just…see him exactly like that. The precious boy. I also have more and bigger plans for him! 💃
You nuzzled your nose into the crook of Leon’s neck, breathing in his scent for what felt like the bazillionth time tonight. His cologne had almost faded, replaced by the warm essence of his skin, more soothing than any expensive fragrance could ever hope to be. If someone had asked you what this beautiful man actually smelled like, the only honest answer would have been Leon. Thankfully, no one had ever asked. Well – not entirely true. One of your friends had asked, the day she’d met him, what kind of cologne he wore. Luckily, you’d remembered the name of the bottle that always stood in his bathroom.
Outside, the storm raged on, rain lashing against the floor-to-ceiling window of your bedroom. Yet it couldn’t drown out the soft, content sound that rumbled from Leon’s throat as you pressed yourself closer to him. One leg draped over his body, skin meeting skin beneath the soft blanket, warm and unhurried. He shifted, snaking one arm beneath you, pulling you even closer, as if that were somehow still possible. His silent way of telling you he didn’t want even an inch of distance between you.
Your fingers traced lazily across his firm chest, surprised still by the softness of his skin, fingertips soon replaced by your open palm. You wanted to feel more of him, as much of him as your touch could reach. Your hand glided upward, over his collarbone, along his neck, brushing against the pleasant roughness of his stubble. A gentle tilt toward you, and his jaw was against your lips, inviting you to explore. Your kisses trailed along his jawline, his throat, and as you shifted slightly higher, his cheek.
A low chuckle escaped Leon’s lips, deep and easy, while he let you pepper him with affection, though not without returning the favor. One hand drew soft, tickling circles on your arm, the other resting steady and reassuring on your thigh.
It was a blessing that the two of you found each other so irresistible, so intoxicating. You’d closed your eyes for a few quiet minutes, but sleep didn’t stand a chance against the pull to stay awake together, wrapped up in one another – your bedroom a place without time or space. Just the two of you, the rain, and the glittering city lights spilling through the windows of your fifteenth-floor apartment. What time was it? How long had it been since you’d fallen into bed together? It didn’t matter. There was still so much to learn about Leon S. Kennedy, the man you’d recently started dating.
“Leon?” you asked softly, your lips pausing in their ministrations against his skin.
He hummed in response, feigning reluctance. “Don’t stop.” His head turned further toward you, his lips brushing your forehead in quiet invitation. “This feels like my own personal spa night.”
“What?” you laughed softly. Your body, tired from hours of passion and the late hour (you didn’t even dare check your phone), moved slowly, but you managed to shift your weight, pushing yourself up and onto him.
A satisfied vibration hummed through his chest, his hands immediately finding your hips, anchoring there as they felt your silky curves. It took effort for him not to just blurt out how completely, stupidly in love he was with you – the sight of you on top of him, face bathed in the soft glow of city lights, almost too much to contain himself. Maybe it was too soon to say it out loud. Then again – maybe he was too old to keep playing it cool.
“Have you ever actually been to a spa?” you asked, pulling him from his thoughts.
“No,” he was quick to admit. “But I can’t imagine it being any better than this.”
You giggled, shifting your weight again as your fingers slid into his soft, dark-blond hair. His eyes fluttered closed, a small, contented smile tugging at his lips while you massaged his scalp. Another low sound of pleasure escaped him. His fingers roamed along your sides, and you shivered, goosebumps rising in the wake of his touch.
“Told you, my personal spa night,” Leon murmured, his eyes – blue like the calmest sea in a tropical paradise – finding yours again, the city lights softly reflecting in them. A gentle press of his hands against your back urged you down to him, and his lips captured yours – tender, reverent. The kiss made your head spin, your heart tightening at the sheer affection behind it. You didn’t know what to do with all that emotion except lean into it, savoring your almost instinctive, practiced kisses, as if you’d been doing this for years, every single day.
“With a happy ending,” he added against your lips, grinning.
“Leon!” you exclaimed, pretending to be scandalized but unable to stop laughing. He laughed too, even louder when you gave him a playful smack on the shoulder. “That’s not the kind of spa I meant,” you teased, grinning down at him.
“You sure?” he asked, his hands on a playful exploration tour.
You bit your lip, torn between the persuasive warmth of his touch and the question you’d actually meant to ask.
Your decision was made for you when Leon, suppressing a yawn, looked up at you with tired but devoted eyes. “What was it you wanted to ask me, Baby?”
The word still felt strange to your ears, but it sounded completely natural on his tongue. The way he said it flustered you, and the soft, bashful smile you couldn’t quite hide every time he called you that only confirmed for him that it was the perfect nickname.
“Oh, right,” you said, doing your best to sound casual, though your heart gave a little jump. Leon noticed, of course. He took your hand in his, keeping eye contact, a cheerful glimmer in his gaze as he pressed a long kiss to your palm, breathing in the faint, floral scent of your perfume that still lingered on your wrist.
You watched, fascinated, until his lips left your skin, the warmth of the kiss lingering for a moment longer. Determined not to let yourself get distracted again by those blue eyes, those inviting lips, or your name on his tongue, you placed a finger on his mouth to get his attention. He obeyed, though not without smiling against your finger, lips pursing just enough to press a fleeting kiss to your fingertip.
“I was actually going to ask if you have a guilty pleasure,” you said. “But I guess now I already know. Spas with happy endings.”
Leon’s eyes widened for a split second before a crooked smile tugged at his lips. “Only when you’re the masseuse.” He did think about your question, though. Did he have a guilty pleasure? There had never been much time in his life for hobbies. Maybe it was about time he found one. Maybe he’d just make you his hobby.
“It’s Dad jokes, isn’t it?” you blurted out the thought that had been bouncing around your head ever since the night you met Leon in that little bar.
You’d been standing at the counter, drink in hand, while your friends waited at your table, when Leon’s friend Chris had suddenly parked him next to you, said “Hi gorgeous, that’s Leon,” and promptly disappeared. Perplexed, you’d stared after him, until your gaze found the man beside you. Those ocean-blue eyes, your glass still in your hand.
Leon had looked nervous, almost panicked, glancing vaguely in your direction. Then his eyes had landed on your drink. You still remembered it vividly – how he’d obviously found his own joke at least somewhat funny when he said, “Sorry, I hope your mood hasn’t turned sour now.”
You’d blinked, confused, brows furrowing. It had taken your brain a second, before your eyes followed his to your glass.
“Oh,” you’d said, lifting your whiskey sour. “What the fuck?” A laugh had escaped you.
To this day, you weren’t sure if it was out of pity or genuine amusement. But Leon had kept throwing out one-liners since then. And more often than not, you found yourself genuinely laughing. You even caught yourself now and then anticipating one of his corny jokes, ready to let out an exaggerated groan just to make him grin that wide, bright grin of his. Whether he was happy to tease you or simply glad to make you laugh – either way, you adored it.
“Dad jokes?” Leon repeated in mock offense. “Young lady, my jokes are far too sophisticated to simply be called Dad jokes.”
You giggled, your fingers once again playing with a strand of hair while he brushed yours back, wanting to see your smile unobstructed.
“Might call them Leon jokes, then,” you said with a soft smile, glowing at the happiness written across his face. “But seriously, you’ve got a line for every situation. I admire that. But!” You straightened up a little, creating just a touch of painful distance between you. Luckily, your hips stayed connected, and the warmth under the shared blanket didn’t fade.
Leon’s eyes followed the smooth movement of your body, a quiet sound of approval escaping him as he caught another glimpse of your curves. His hands rested on your thighs, distracted by the subtle motion of your hips against him. His mind could still appreciate the view, though the rest of him might need some proper sleep before he could keep up again.
“I’ve actually got some good ones of my own now,” you continued.
Leon raised an amused brow, his hands still tracing lazy paths along your skin.
“Did your homework, huh?”
You nodded eagerly, thrilled to finally show off the worst jokes the internet had to offer. Leaning forward carefully, not to put too much weight on him, you braced your hands on his shoulders. He looked up at you, clearly intrigued and more than ready to be entertained.
“Okay, let’s see –” you mused for a moment, deciding which one to start with. “Why did the scarecrow win an award?”
Leon chuckled as soon as you began. You didn’t even get to the punchline before he replied, “Because he was outstanding in his field.”
“Yes!” you exclaimed, grinning so brightly that Leon thought you might just be the most beautiful thing in the world. Another blessing that you shared the same weird sense of humor. Maybe Dad jokes would end up being your guilty pleasure in this relationship. “You’re good. I’ll have to raise the stakes.”
Again, you thought for a moment. “A guy walks into a bar...and he was disqualified from the limbo contest.”
Leon laughed, a little louder this time but still rumbling rather low in his chest. “Poor guy, should’ve read the sign at the door.” His teasing smile encouraged you, and you jumped right to the next one, warming up and getting downright excited to keep going.
“A man walks into a bar with a parrot on his shoulder. The bartender asks, ‘Does the animal talk?’ And the parrot goes, ‘I don’t know.’”
A groan and a playful snicker later, you didn’t even give Leon time to recover before continuing: “A skeleton walks into a bar and says, ‘Hey, bartender. I’ll have one beer and a mop.’”
Leon rewarded you with a deep, genuine laugh. Sure, the jokes helped, but mostly it was you. The way you delivered them, so animated and happy, completely losing yourself in the moment. Each punchline made you giggle harder, until you were an almost breathless, radiant mess on top of him – and he found you absolutely adorable.
“What do you call a priest that becomes a lawyer?”
“I don’t know,” he played along, “what do you call a priest that becomes a lawyer?”
“A father-in-law.”
For the first time in who-knew-how-long, Leon’s hands left your skin, just to cover his face in a gesture of disbelief and amusement, letting out a long, dramatic groan. You laughed on top of him, your whole body shaking with melodic joy.
“What did the ocean say to the beach?”
“Oh my god, she’s unstoppable,” Leon commented, grabbing you and rolling you off him. You were both laughing together now, though you still hadn’t finished your new joke. Before you could, he interrupted again, gently tucking your hair out of your face. His hand lingered against your cheek, his grin softening, blue eyes sinking into yours with reverence. Then his lips found yours, silencing your laughter, replacing it with a quieter, content sound.
With your faces close together, Leon didn't miss the way your grin bloomed all over again. He chuckled under his breath.
“Okay, what did the ocean say to the beach?”
“Nothing,” you replied sweetly, “it just waved.”
Leon rolled his eyes, but his grin told you everything you needed to know. “Jesus, Babe.”
“Aw, come on. You know you love it,” you teased.
“I know I love you–oh, shit.”
The words slipped out before he even realized they were forming, escaping somewhere between laughter and exhaustion. Silence fell instantly. Leon’s eyes went wide with shock, staring at you as if trying to rewind time. You looked right back, your grin fading into something quieter, more serious.
“Leon…” you began, unable to stand the silence.
“Sorry,” he cut in quickly, “that just…slipped out.”
Even embarrassed, he didn’t look away. Maybe, though, this was as good a moment as any. Him, lying there with his girl, laughing in bed. Maybe his stupid brain had simply forced him to say it because this, right here, felt like the happiest moment of his life.
“I do, though…love you,” he added softly. His fingertips brushed against your cheek, waiting nervously for your reaction. “Sorry if it’s too soon.”
You blinked, your brain finally catching up. “It’s not,” you said, and a tender smile spread over your lips – one that Leon instantly mirrored. “I love you too.”
He exhaled a deep, relieved breath before his mouth found yours again. His hand slid up your back, pressing you close, his soft lips and warm, broad body wrapping you in a feeling that was both intoxicating and deeply comforting. His hair tickled your face as you melted into him – he was temptation, yes, but also safety. The coziest place you could ever imagine. You could stay like this with him forever, just as he could with you – no thoughts except the ones for each other, no time but now, no world but the one made of your bodies intertwined.
“Sooo,” Leon finally said, drawing the word out as you both slowly came up for air, “, now that this is out of the way… what’s your guilty pleasure?”
You blinked back from the haze of his affection, a little dazed, before managing a smile. You did it again, pressing your finger to his lips, watching as he kissed the tip of it.
“I’m not sure you’re ready for that,” you murmured with a playful giggle.
Aw tysm @killjoy-swift it's so great seeing old(er) fics get some love 🥹 This reblog made me all nostalgic actually. This was my first ever Leon fic doin a sniffle here 🥺💕
Content: smut, p in v, fingering, squirting, alcohol consumption, hookup culture lol
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There is nothing better than being fucked completely senseless.
Arguably the best remedy for a chronically overactive mind.
After five straight days of managing passive-aggressive emails and smiling through situations that tested the absolute limits of human sanity, you decided the only cure for this impending mental breakdown was a stiff drink and zero inhibitions on this lovely weekend.
Two shots of whatever was closest, and the company of a man who looked just as desperately in need of a distraction as you, if not more so.
Beautiful was what you initially pegged him as, eyes sweeping along the striking lines of an exhausted face and the stubborn swoop of hair spilling carelessly over his brow. Then you decided he was just prematurely aged. The silver threads catching at his temples and the aggressive shadow of a stubble made him look worn down by a decade of exceptionally bad sleep and even worse stress.
He looked like a man who could fuck good. Looked like he approached sex the exact same way he approached the rest of his miserable life, with unrelenting stamina and a terrifyingly methodical focus designed to dismantle whatever stood before him.
He also looked like an easy target, staring into the amber depths of his glass with a level of sad depression that practically radiated off his shoulders. All it took was you stepping directly into his line of sight, ordering another shot with a dramatic sigh, and offering him a painfully cynical comment about the state of the world (while deliberately showing off your cleavage).
The guarded set of his jaw twitched into the faintest ghost of a smirk.
You offered your name, he offered his (Leon—was it short for Leonard? Leonel?), and he leaned in when you laughed at his terrible attempt at a joke. A genuine chortled laugh because you hadn't expected a dad joke from a man who looked as brooding as he did.
You licked your lips, he followed your tongue.
Hook, line, sinker.
Which explains how you now find yourself trapped in a mating press on a mattress that probably costs more per night than your rent. A dingy, cheap motel would have been your practical choice, but you had noted the expensive gleam of the watch on his wrist within five minutes of sitting next to him. Freaking Hamilton that looked distinctly like a limited edition, judging by the brushed steel and intricate dial.
Frankly, you shouldn't be surprised he carried that much net worth. He’s handsome, weathered beautifully into his age (Late forties? Early fifties?), and clearly paid an exorbitant amount of money to survive whatever horrors are actively ruining his mental health.
What does surprise you is how you’ve underestimated the scope of his physical abilities.
Over the past blurry hour, this complete stranger has effortlessly folded you into positions that defy your understanding of your own flexibility. Knees pressed so securely beside your own ears you start to believe the fee you pay for your weekly reformer pilates class might be a scam.
Apparently what you needed to achieve this level of advanced mobility was the unrelenting dead weight of a very, very capable man. So fucking capable that you’ve genuinely lost count of how many times he’s wrung you out on these expensive sheets.
Four orgasms? Maybe five? Whatever the number is, another one is dangerously crawling up the base of your spine.
Your sanity might be beyond saving at this point. You’re sweating profusely, and the backs of your thighs are screaming in dull protest from being pinned back for god knows how long. Leon pulls out and snaps his hips again with a jarring impact that seems to grow more ruthlessly aggressive with every single grind.
He does it again and again and again until you’re basically screaming from the unavoidable crash of yet another orgasm, toes curling frantically in the suspended air while your nails bite into the heavy muscle of his arms.
This man is something else, obviously nothing akin to the standard parade of disappointing men who talked big but possessed absolutely zero game. They were a flimsy attempt to scratch the very surface of your boredom. Leon, by comparison, is clawing straight down to the bone.
There’s a slowness in his thrusts now, and you blink to find an actual smile breaking through the sweat and exhaustion on his face. The warm puff of a chuckle against your cheek tells you he isn't simply amused. He’s actually entertained.
You huff, making a valiant but entirely useless attempt to mock him, "Stop laughing."
The sweat beading along his heavy brow does absolutely nothing to detract from how devastatingly smug he looks right now. “You’re shaking so much. It’s cute.”
So much for playing the femme fatale act at the bar. He swipes a thumb across your blotchy cheek, courtesy of his rough afternoon shadow.
“You okay?”
You sigh out a harsh breath, blowing a damp strand of hair out of your eyes. “Have you," you manage to wheeze, "even cum yet?”
He shakes his head, blue eyes glinting with unapologetic amusement.
"Are you ever going to?"
His low laughter rumbles warmly in your ears. “Why, you want me to stop already?" he presses a kiss against your jaw. "Thought you were having a good time."
“I’m having a great time.”
“Then what’s with the rush?”
“Maybe we should take a break,” you whine, gasping sharply when the weight of his pelvis rocks aggressively against your lower belly. “I-I need to pee.”
He seems unfazed. Moves like you didn't utter a word to begin with. Instead, what he does is press you even further into the mattress. “Is that right?”
“Fuck—Leon—” You arch your back as he maliciously tilts his hips. “You’re not helping.”
“I actually am,” he argues.
“What—”
“Let's test a theory," he drawls, hot breath ghosting over your pulse. "Do you really think you just need to pee, or are you about to squirt?”
You go completely still for a moment. Considering your track record of thoroughly uninspired hookups and non-lasting relationships, there is absolutely no palpable evidence to suggest you are capable of doing what he’s asking.
“I’m pretty sure I need to pee,” you reason quietly. “I’m not a squirter.”
He pulls back enough to meet your eyes. “You’re telling me you’ve never done that before?”
“I have no prior experience to suggest it's even an option.”
He looks genuinely offended by your answer. “Do you want to try?”
Your head falls back to fully take him in. He really is pretty. Never mind the faint, tired wrinkles bracketing his pale blue eyes, or the harsh features of a man who has clearly seen too much and slept too little. He’s simply too devastatingly gorgeous for his own good.
Even with the fragments of scars you’ve spent the last hour subconsciously counting on his neck, his shoulder, his chest. Scars that make you wonder what kind of terrifying life he leads when he isn't in a hotel room with a stranger, fucking their brains out.
And you’re very much aware you’re one of the few he’s taken to bed.
But is he always this attentive? This generous?
Does he fuck everyone else this hard yet still find the gentle grace to cradle their face and brush the hair out of their eyes?
You instantly hate how territorial you sound. It's wildly hypocritical for someone who values the cheap thrill of a purely physical transaction just as much as he clearly does. He’s just a good lover, you decide. And if tonight is the only night you get to have this man all to yourself, then so be it.
If he thinks he can make you squirt, then who are you to deny?
“You really think I’m about to squirt?”
“There’s only one way to find out.”
You frown. “What if it’s just pee?”
He kisses the wrinkled line between your brows. “Make a mess then, I don’t mind.”
Yeah, you’re going to let him absolutely ruin you tonight.
“Then make me squirt, Leon.”
He dips his head, breathing the hot air of his lungs directly into your open mouth. “Yes, ma’am.”
Your pussy tightens reflexively at that, which he obviously catches. He catches on to every desperate tell your body gives him, actually. Probably the sole reason why you've already come an embarrassing number of times.
Not enough, apparently, because he’s already moving his hips in rapid rhythms—not too fast or too slow, but enough to have your eyes sliding shut, focusing on the stretch of his cock driving deep in and out of your cunt.
“Fucking beautiful,” he hums, binding your wrists together above your head. “Just lying there looking all pretty."
“H-harder,” you whine, weakly pushing your hips up to meet him.
“Yeah?” He squeezes your wrists together, leaning even more of his massive frame over you. “You like it when I go hard on you?”
Like it? You thrive on it, nodding frantically as your trembling thighs try to lock around his waist. Try is definitely the word when he’s practically flattened you beneath his crushing weight, effortlessly trapping your body. You can feel your limbs turn gooey and powerless, your stomach contrastingly hard.
“I know, baby, I know,” he rasps, ramming his hips harshly against yours. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Ngh—h—”
“That’s it, give it to me. Make a mess on me.”
The panic hits you first, quickly swallowed by an absolute wave of pure heat. Starts as a buzzing ache in your core before violently spiking into an unbearable sensation. Your belly burns, coils, rattles—and you blink your eyes open, brimming with tears. “Leon—”
He instantly reads the panicked clench of your muscles.
“Don't fight it.”
“I’m not—”
“You are.”
Your groan is feral. “I can’t—”
“Come on, baby, you’ve got to trust me,” he croons softly. “Do you trust me?”
Surprisingly, you do, even if your only judgment on this man comes from the three hours that have passed since you sat down next to him at the bar. “Yes.”
“Good. Then let it happen.”
Your breath stutters. Your body jerks.
“Breathe through your nose.”
He plunges in with a particularly harsh thrust and you gasp. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Oh, fuck—”
“That’s it.” He closes the last inch of space between you. Foreheads touching. “Let it go.”
You try to follow his words and suck in a sharp breath. Lungs expanding, ribs flaring, and the rush of oxygen pouring into your blood sharpens every sensation to something blinding.
It’s like a switch. One moment your muscles are tensed, then a passage of whines pitches upward as your orgasm barrels through you without warning. Strong and gut-wrenching. Body hot in bliss and shame—only for two seconds. Quick as it hits, he abruptly pulls out, instantly replacing his cock with two calloused fingers.
Your mouth gapes in a silent scream. Even more so when his offhand curls around your neck. Fingers pressing against the sides of your throat, palm flat against your windpipe, but exercising barely any pressure all the while his fingers fucks your swollen, dripping cunt.
You’ve seen yourself getting wet, you’ve felt yourself getting drenched, but you’ve never experienced anything as wild as this.
Speckles of liquid spatter across the sheets the more he drags his hand in an up-and-down motion, its squelching sound rising above the fight of your labored breathing.
He pushes his palm against your clit.
“Oh fuck! fuckfuckfuck—”
A sudden rush spills over him. Soaks the sheets beneath you in dark patches and streams down the inside of his wrist, seeping hot onto his thighs. He continues to pump his fingers while you lie there—crying openly, violently shuddering. It goes on for what feels like forever until he smoothes out his pressure around your throat, kissing the drool glistening on your lips with a disbelief chuckle.
“Should’ve met you sooner,” he laughs into your mouth, easily slipping his cock back in.
Maybe it’s the bliss completely corrupting your nervous system, or perhaps it’s the overwhelming stretch of his thick cock driving back into your overstimulated cunt. Whatever it is, you completely lose your grip on the casual nature of a one night stand, eager words spilling past your wet lips before you can even screen them.
“Can we meet again?” You pant. “Like—after tonight?”
You’re somewhere right on the edge of a pathetic whimper and a helpless laugh, entirely too pleasured to think straight, dangerously too giddy at the possibility of actually getting to know him. To uncover those scars in daylight, to figure out what kind of hell he had to survive to inherit those devastatingly sad yet kind eyes.
To learn his last name. To unearth his middle.
You gasp when he effortlessly flips you over, twisting his fingers in your hair and pulling it back.
Yeah, you’re going to let him absolutely ruin you tonight—and all the days that follow.
💭 thinking about waking up next to re9!Leon who’s a little needy ᝰ.ᐟ 18+ it’s gets a little slutty at the end my bad
The bedroom is cool, quiet, save for your soft breaths and the faint chittering of birds outside— it’s peaceful, and Leon, being the first to wake as always, lies there to simply bask in it. He’s pressed right up behind you, one arm tucked under your pillow and the other draped around your waist, his hand tucked under your sleep-shirt because this man lives for skin-on-skin contact.
He’s so in-tune with your body, he could feel you start to wake even before those eyes of yours begin to flutter open, and he takes that as an invitation to snuggle in closer, pressing a smiley-kiss to your shoulder as you begin to stir.
“There she is… sleeping beauty,” He hums affectionately from behind you, his voice all rough with sleep, chest rumbling against your back, dragging you to the land of the living.
“Mfm… s’too early,” your sleepy murmur gets a chuckle from him, the sound muffled into your skin.
“It’s almost twelve pm, baby.”
You whine in disagreement, “But it’s a Sunday and we’ve got nothing to do.”
He shushes you, hand slides from under your shirt to caress the curve of your hip soothingly as his mouth moves across your shoulder carefully in feather-light pecks.
“M’not saying you gotta get up yet, baby. Come on, turn around, let me see you.”
A smile tugs at the corners of your lips, and you shuffle, turning around to look up at him— all sleep soft and warm, the early-afternoon sun catching in your eyes. He reaches his hand out, his fingertips grazing across your face, pushing your tussled hair back so he can get a good, long look at you, and he smiles, rare and private, only for your eyes.
“Morning, gorgeous,” he whispers quietly, leaning in to brush a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
You hum, curling your arms around his broad shoulders to keep him close as he peppers open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your jaw, his nose bumping against your cheek. “Good morning, handsome,” you reply lazily, his stubble tickling your soft skin, purposely rubbing the rough hairs against the side of your face just to hear you laugh.
“Thought you were gonna go to the gym today?” you ask almost teasingly, slipping your fingers through his hair.
He groans into your neck at the reminder, his body melting in your arms, seeking your warmth out like a sunbathing cat, “That was the plan, yeah… then I woke up, and you were all soft and warm, clinging to me nd’I couldn’t leave you like that.”
It’s almost the exact same excuse he had used yesterday, but you weren’t going to complain, not when he’s all over you and pinning you against the soft mattress, bare-chested and spoiling you with kisses.
“Unless you want me to leave, hmm?— scared I’ll let myself go, baby?” He chuckles, running his knuckles along your cheek as your hands run down his chest, fingers catching the coarse hairs that pepper his skin.
“You’re ridiculous. Obviously, I want you here.” You murmur, tilting your head to kiss him properly, deeply, his lips slotting against yours perfectly.
“Oh, obviously, is it? ” he echoes smugly, grinning against your mouth as he pushes your shirt up to your collarbones, “This is better than lifting weights anyway,” he murmurs, kissing down your neck and over the swell of your breasts— your breath catching at the feeling.
“Well, that’s not much of a competition.”
Your fingers run through his hair and he makes a low gravelly noise, leaning into your hands. “You’re right, it’s not even close— god you’re so fucking warm.” He sighs, looking up at you through his lashes with a faint grin, blue eyes glinting—he was definitely scheming.
“Gonna let me love on you a little before we get up, yeah?” He smiles against your sternum, his voice all tender yet rough with want because god you look and feel amazing like this. “Make you come on my tongue first, then fuck you, nice and slow— make breakfast after?”
“Mm, Jesus… Leon…” his name falls from your lips, broken and whiny, desperate, and he coos in response, a hushed ‘I know baby’ before capturing your nipple into his wet mouth— his tongue flicking over the hardened peak as his hand cups your other boob.
He shifts against you, slotting himself snug between your legs. You wrap your thighs around him, a whimper catching in your throat when he grinds his hard-on against your clothed pussy, arching into him for more, wetness already collecting in your panties.
“I’ll handle it… you just relax f’me, baby.” He promises, kissing his way down your tummy whilst his fingers pinch at your nipples— his free hand tugging your panties down.
Lazy Sundays were the closest thing to heaven.
જ⁀➴ Resident Evil Masterlist જ⁀➴ General Masterlist
Summary: Leon and you are long-term partners and nearly lose each other after completing your mission in Raccoon City. After reuniting, you both need to come to terms not only with your fate but some unspoken feelings.
Warnings: Angst, fluff, mentions of dying, blood, kissing, making-out. I changed a few things from Requiem to fit my story, so it is not all accuruate hehe
A/N: Hello! I have two similar requests for this, so I will link them here and here. Thank you so much for requesting guys! I kind of made it into a friends to lovers or colleagues to lovers thing, so I hope this was okay. Also, reader is not exactly in Grace's position, but a partner from Leon. I thought this was a little more fitting to the story. I actually enjoyed this so much, because it gave me the chance to write about reassuring and comforting Leon again, hehe. Please enjoy and tell me if you liked it! So much love, Shell xo
You looked down at your leg, hissing when you tried to move it.
“Fuck…you,” you muttered under your breath, working through the pain, but your leg wouldn’t budge. It was too painful to move, let alone stand up on your own. Your pants were torn apart, and underneath there was a large wound, right where one of the fragments had hit you. The fall alone, especially from that height, should have killed you, but your guardian angels seemed to be working overtime today.
Darkness surrounded you, except for a few twinkling lights that were coming from the various devices, lights, and other equipment. Or what was left of it.
The pungent smell of burnt electronics and synthetics, mixed with blood, filled your nose and left you nauseous.
You’d been in similar situations before, and you most definitely had smelled worse things, but something about this particular situation felt different. Like fate had other plans for you this time, and currently these plans didn’t look very promising or bright.
You looked up, trying to see through the darkness, in hopes you would finally spot Leon again. You two got separated shortly after injecting him with the cure, the only positive outcome out of this situation.
He had told you to destroy Elpis and you knew he would have sacrificed himself for you, like you’d do it for him, but something told you to act against it.
Luckily, your gut feeling hadn’t betrayed you, and the one thing that you’d been trying to destroy the whole time, turned out to be the tool that would save Leon’s life, as well as many others. Well, if you’d made it out of here and didn’t end up in the ruins of this goddamn building of hell.
The thought of dying wasn’t as bad as people made it out to be. You had come to terms with it a million times before. It kind of came with the job.
However, dying alone, without seeing or speaking to him again, suddenly seemed like a very frightening and devastating thought. He had not only been your partner for many years, but also your best friend.
From time to time when you were alone, lying awake at night, you’d even dared to think of him as someone more than just a colleague and friend, but you’d always kept that wish buried deep inside you. That would have only complicated things more in your already stressful life. Besides, you were sure Leon wasn’t reciprocating these feelings.
They said the body was capable of building what was called "hysterical strength" when facing a life-or-death situation, so maybe that was why you eventually managed to pull yourself up on a piece of wreckage.
Literally anything was better than lying in the dirt, just waiting for your end to come.
Between the sounds of your grunting and groaning and the occasional impact of another fragment hitting the floor, you suddenly heard your name being called. For a moment you wondered if you were imagining it but no, there was definitely someone calling out for you.
With one hand on the wreckage for stabilization, you slowly turned around and spotted Leon running towards you.
Your heart skipped a beat when you saw him. He was alive; he was there with you, and the cure seemed to be working. At that moment, that was all that mattered to you.
“Leon!” You said, your face lighting up upon seeing him. “I thought I…lost you,” you continued in a quieter voice, studying his face. He was covered in dirt, bruises, and blood, but underneath he looked like a brand new version of himself. Gone were the bags under his eyes or the pale complexion from the days prior. He looked renewed, in every imaginable way.
You’d always felt some kind of attraction towards him, but right now it seemed like a magnetic pull.
“I would never leave you,” he said, his breathing still a little ragged. “Are you okay? Are you injured? Tell me."
He was immediately by your side when he saw you struggling to hold yourself up.
“Just a small wound." You whimpered when trying to get onto the wreckage behind you.
“Hey, easy there. Hold onto me,” he instructed, placing your hands on his shoulders before he grabbed your hips to lift you up onto the surface. As you sat down, your hands remained on his shoulders.
“Thank you,” you muttered, looking up at him while he was positioning himself between your legs. Suddenly this position felt very intimate, much too close for just colleagues. Your faces were lit by the twinkling lights. If it were in a different situation, it could have been romantic almost.
He smiled half-heartedly, stroking your thigh gently.
“You saved my life. I should be the one thanking you,” he chuckled.
"Ah, you know. Daily business,” you joked through gritted teeth, acting as if you weren’t feeling the excruciating pain coming from your leg.
“I see you’re stealing my jokes. Injury can’t be that bad then. He winked before kneeling down in front of you to inspect your wound.
“Learned from the best." You looked down at him, seeing the frown return to his face. “I don’t think there’s anything you can do. We have nothing to clean it with, and besides… I guess it doesn’t matter anymore anyway,” you continued, mumbling the last words.
“Aren’t you a sunshine today?" He kept teasing you, inspecting the wound further. “We need to stop the bleeding at least,” he muttered, as he suddenly tore a piece of fabric from his sleeve. Just like that. He had no business looking this hot while doing that.
He gently wrapped it around your lower leg, careful not to pull too tightly. “Not much, but better than nothing,” he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to you, before getting back up.
His hands were on your hips again, trying to reassure you and telling you silently he was there for you. You didn’t mind at all. If anything, you wished he were even closer to you.
“I told you to destroy Elpis, didn’t I?” He said, his expression a mix of worry and slight amusement.
“You know how much I like going against your orders. "You grinned. It was comical how you both were still pulling jokes despite your current situation.
“Mhm, I know,” he sighed, shaking your head at you in a dismissive manner. He let his gaze wander over the remains of the ARK building.
You had achieved so much and came so far, only to end up failing anyway. You wondered if Leon had already come to terms with both your fates, but you weren’t ready to ask just yet. You wanted to stay in this quiet moment, just for a few minutes longer.
Without thinking too much, you laid your head against his chest hesitantly. He paused for a moment, looking down at you.
You and him had been through so much together, and there had been situations before where you just rested your head against him, though this time it felt different.
After a few seconds he gently laid his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. You couldn’t remember the last time a hug felt this comforting and just peaceful.
“It ended up being the right decision. It saved you,” you mumbled, listening to his steady heartbeat.
“I just wished you could have left,” he whispered, gently starting to stroke your back. You practically melted against him, breathing in his familiar scent. Even with all the unpleasant smells in the air, you could still smell him.
“I would never leave you,” you repeated his words from earlier, slowly looking back up at him.
Your eyes met, and for a moment it felt like the world around you was standing still. He studied your face, still not entirely sure how he wanted to respond to your words.
“So, this is it? We are going to die here?” You asked quietly. Maybe there was still a last glimmer of hope that he had a backup plan like he always had. But his face told you otherwise.
“Well, I am not gonna leave your side,” he said. Typical Leon. Not directly telling you that you were actually going to die here but also not denying it.
“It’s not like you have any other option now,” you teased, a pathetic attempt to lighten the mood.
He grinned, brushing a few hair strands out of your face. "Touché."
Why did everything feel so intimate now? Every word, every gesture, every little breath.
“But… I am glad we are together. I was actually… afraid I wouldn’t see you again,” you admitted in a quieter voice, averting your gaze from his.
“Me too. Who could I annoy in my last moments?” He chuckled. You rolled your eyes at him. He always needed to have the last word. Or the last dad joke, in his case.
Before you could reply, he gently lifted your chin. The remaining lights shut down, leaving you both in complete darkness. You let out a deep breath, trying to keep your composure.
You weren’t the greatest fan of the dark, and Leon knew that. Of course he did.
“It’s okay. I am here,” he hushed, stroking over your cheek.
Suddenly you didn’t feel like the unfazed and cool agent anymore that you pretended to be. Dying was somehow okay, but being left in the darkness—that was where you drew the line apparently.
“Pathetic. An agent who is afraid of the dark,” you chuckled humorlessly.
“And yet the best agent I know,” Leon hummed, his breath brushing your lips. If it weren't pitch black, he could have seen your blushing cheeks, and you were sure he would have teased you about it.
“Can I…kiss you?” He whispered. Rarely had you been this sure of something in your entire life.
“Y-yes please,” you said in a shaky voice.
He started kissing you slowly and gently, as if his lips were asking for permission first. In an instant, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. He tasted like desire and longing and somehow exactly like you’d imagined it in your dreams.
He smirked upon feeling your eagerness and started kissing you more eagerly, lips melting and almost dancing against each other in perfect rhythm.
“I wanted to do this for so long,” he mumbled between kisses, his hands wandering to your back.
“Then why didn’t you do it?” You whispered against him, your lips starting to get swollen from the kisses. Every kiss was getting more desperate than the other. You couldn’t help but feel conflicted. Excited to finally kiss him but devastated that this was going to be the one and only time.
“Because I was an idiot, apparently." He gently let his hands wander under your shirt, not to start anything but to feel more of you.
You lightly moaned upon feeling his calloused hands exploring your soft and warm skin. He took this chance to let his tongue slip inside your mouth.
You were fully making out now, like some desperate teenagers who couldn’t wait any longer. And that was exactly how you felt. Your hands grasped onto his shirt, pulling him even closer if that was truly possible. Long forgotten was the pain coming from your leg. The endorphins flooding your system seemed to work better than any painkiller ever could.
Your rands ran over his upper body, feeling his muscles tense under your touch. You’d seen him shirtless before, and you knew he was in perfect shape, but you were still amazed when you felt it with your own hands.
“I wish we would have done that sooner,” you panted, your hands slipping under his shirt. He groaned, almost biting your lip in the heat of the moment.
He didn't answer, instead his hands wandered higher, just a tiny little bit as if he couldn't get enough of you.
"Please touch me," you whimpered, allowing him to cross any boundary he was afraid to overstep.
His lips wandered down your neck as his hands started to explore your breasts finally. It felt too good to be true.
"You sound so goddamn sweet," he praised, massaging your breasts and feeling the softness of the flesh in his hands. "And you feel even better. You are perfect"
You let your head fall back, giving him better access to your neck, while enjoying the feeling of his hands on your tits and the praise rolling of his tongue.
Before you could answer, the whole building was suddenly flooded with light. Hurriedly, you pulled back from each other, looking at the source of the light.
You looked up to find several people, dressed in tactical clothing, lowering themselves down on ropes.
"Leon S. Kennedy?” One of them asked.
“Depends on who’s asking,” Leon replied dryly, standing in front of you as a form of protection.
“I have a message from Captain Redfield."
Leon and you exchanged glances.
“Chris?” You asked in unison.
After the Hound Wolf Squad rescued you, an emergency medical team was immediately there to care for you and your wounds. You didn’t really hear much of what they said to you, because your mind couldn’t comprehend that you actually survived.
They were telling you something about painkillers and antibiotics and check-ups in a local hospital, but you only nodded, thanking them for their help. You needed a shower and a good round of sleep, and then you would take care of the rest.
After they patched you up, they handed you a cup of warm tea. Lost in thought, you looked down at the cup, brushing one thumb over the lid.
After a while, you looked back up. Leon was still talking to Sherry and telling her the good news. You smiled, realizing not only did you survive, but Sherry would too. Thank god.
“I’ll call you back later." You heard Leon say and with that, he made his way over to you. In the light he looked even more handsome. How was this even possible?
“Sherry is okay. Told her we have a dose with her name on it,” he said.
“Perfect,” you nodded, smiling at him.
“Are you okay too?” He asked, the worry returning to his voice.
“Yes. Nothing a few painkillers and antibiotics couldn’t fix. You laughed, taking a sip of your tea. He sat down next to you, helping you to pull the blanket tighter around your body. You thanked him, enjoying the way he was treating you so gently and caringly.
“So…we made it, hm?” You asked, resisting the urge to lean against him, even though you desperately wanted to.
“It seems like it. Let’s just pray Umbrella hasn’t left us any more nasty surprises,” he mumbled. You hummed in response, drinking the rest of your tea. For a few minutes you both just sat there in silence, watching the rescue forces do their work.
“Let’s get you home,” he said eventually, helping you to stand up slowly. He supported you gently as you were walking to the car that was already waiting for the both of you.
“What’s with your Porsche?” You asked.
“Hm….somewhere in the city still. I will try to get it back the next days,” he explained, trying not to put any pressure on you or your leg.
“I could help you,” you offered with a smile. “Kind of an unofficial mission. Just you and me."
“Could be one hell of a road trip," he laughed in his usual manner, voice low and with a subtle warmth to it.
“I heard roadtrips are good date ideas too,” he smiled, helping you get into the car.
Surprised, you looked up at him, his arm resting against the opened car door while his gaze remained on you. You wanted to scream from excitement, feeling like a little girl again.
“Leon Scott Kennedy. Are you officially asking me out on a date?” You asked, feeling the butterflies in your stomach going wild.
Instead of answering straight away, he leaned down to capture your lips once again. The kiss was much gentler, his soft lips brushing against yours. One of your hands reached for his neck, holding him tightly against your lips. You kept kissing, your lips moving against each other as if they’d done it a thousand times before.
“Everyone can see us,” you whispered against his lips. He normally wanted to keep things professional. You knew him well enough.
“Let them,” he mumbled, stroking your cheek. “I thought we were going to die. I am not making the same mistake again and wait until the time is right,” he continued.
His thumb brushed over your lip gently. “And to answer your question: Yes. I want to take you out on a date,” he chuckled. “Only if you want to, of course."
“Yes. Of course I want to!"You beamed, pulling him down for another kiss. Right now, it didn’t matter how many rules or protocols you were breaking if it meant being together with him, finally.
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(You learn what kind of treasure you’re searching for. Through Carlos and the crew, a path toward everlasting freedom opens before you - but Leon is still right on your heels.)
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (to come)
Word Count: ~ 9.5k
Rating: T - Pirate AU, found family, love triangle, slow burn-y, mutual pining, protective & soft Commander Leon, flirty Pirate Captain Carlos, basically Pirates of the Caribbean meets Anastasia meets Resident Evil men yearning catastrophically, appearance/mentions of other RE characters
Author's Note: Yaaay the second part! I'm so glad this AU found her people 🥹 I went overboard (heh) with the word count AGAIN, I'm so sorry for another super long read from me (but I also hope you are used to this by now. Still, I will try to write shorter entries again so that I can upload more frequently). I hope it's not super predictable what will happen in the next and last part of this lol. I also hope I got the ship and sailing terms right. Hope you like it, all the love 💕
You landed in Carlos’ arms as he caught you from your frantic scramble and inevitable tumble down the sheet-rope.
Even as voices above shouted, “Pirates abducted the Princess!”, the world stood still for a moment.
Carlos’ expression was openly happy – not nervous, just something you would describe as fond. He held you, and the steady pressure of his hands grounded you in the same way he had from the very first second.
“You’re hired.” He winked at you in the moonlight.
The reaction that washed over you was contradictory. Heat rushed into your face and your skin tingled. At the same time, your mouth curled into an incredulous grin of your own, surprised and already a little impatient with him – which was probably why the others treated him the way they did.
There wasn’t much time to think.
“Ready to run?” Carlos asked, guiding both your feet firmly back onto solid ground.
“That’s what I do best,” you answered confidently. “Think you can keep up?”
His dark eyes sparkled playfully. “We’re about to find out, princesa.” He offered you his hand. You took it again without hesitation. “Whatever you do, don’t let me go.”
Your feet flew across uneven streets, kicking up dust beneath your shoes as you fled from your pursuers.
All those years of sneaking out were finally paying off.
“This way.” You pulled Carlos through narrow alleyways, across backyards, even through shops to gain the advantage. After all, you knew the city like the back of your hand.
And so you managed to slip past the royal guard again and again, all the way down to the harbor.
You had just stepped onto the street leading toward the pier when your name was called.
As if he hadn’t let you go only moments earlier, Leon was chasing after you with six men behind him. Of course he was – he still had a duty to fulfill. In the darkness of the night, you could barely make out his face, only the furrow of his brows and the hard line of his mouth in the torchlight.
“Run!” Carlos snapped you out of your frozen stare at your commander, urgency sharp in his voice as his hand tightened around yours and pulled.
You allowed yourself only one final second – a silent goodbye you hoped Leon would understand. One second of regret, because you wished things could have been different for him. In another world, at another time, maybe the two of you could have had a chance.
You raced across the wooden planks of the pier toward the very same ship you had stood before only hours earlier, full of wonder and more than a healthy amount of skepticism.
The same ship that was already raising its sails and beginning to move. From the pier below, you could only make out shadowy figures hurrying back and forth across the deck.
“We gotta jump,” Carlos explained, squeezing your hand tighter, as if making sure you wouldn’t try to pull away from him.
“What?!”
You didn’t stop running. No matter how much fear shot through your veins, you couldn’t. If you stopped now, everything would have been for nothing.
“You can do it, I’ll help you.”
Carlos glanced at you, confident and certain in the way only someone could be who did this regularly.
Determination settled inside you. You nodded, squeezed his hand back, and together you practically flew over the wooden boards of the dock, the bow of the ship moving faster and faster beside you as it pulled away from the harbor.
“Grab the rigging, don’t let go!” Carlos shouted, yanking you forward before grabbing your waist and launching you into the air.
You couldn’t suppress the startled scream that tore from you as you sailed through the air longer than you would’ve liked. Even so, you kept your gaze fixed straight ahead: on the ropes hanging along the side of the ship, knotted together into a practical climbing net.
Your stomach dropped when, for one terrible second, you thought the ship was faster than you. You resisted the urge to squeeze your eyes shut – then a violent jerk shot through you and the ropes stopped your flight. Sudden pain stung your palms as the rough material scraped through them, but you held on, because nothing less than your life depended on it.
So you dangled there for a moment in disbelief, searching desperately for footing.
“You did it!”
Carlos hung beside you, far more practiced than you, one foot hooked into the ropes, one hand gripping the rigging, body upright as though he belonged to the ship itself. He beamed at you, not a trace of amusement in his eyes despite the way you clung to the ropes in wide-eyed shock.
“Look. Your friends are getting ready to follow us.”
He nodded toward the harbor. Already, your former home – which had never truly been home – looked distant. The pier below had erupted into chaos. Over the crashing waves against the hull, you could hear scattered shouts, barked orders, and through the sea spray you spotted the fastest ship in the royal fleet – the Nightingale – being prepared to set sail.
They weren’t giving you any head start.
Although wild adrenaline raced through your veins, the steadily shrinking harbor didn’t scare you. With every bit of distance between you and it, relief grew stronger. You were free.
“Come on, let’s make ‘em watch us leave them behind in the night.”
Carlos climbed upward ahead of you toward the deck. A little unsteady, you followed after him, but more and more a strange lightness settled inside you, carrying you safely upward.
The planks of the deck creaked as Carlos and you swung yourselves over the railing.
“Let’s move, ladies! Set the foresails, drive her into the wind, go go go!” Carlos slipped into a voice only a captain could possess – loud, commanding, inspiring. He disappeared from your side on his way toward the quarterdeck and the wheel.
Thankfully, Leon had taught you a thing or two about sailing.
The commotion on the main deck was new and exhilarating and intimidating all at once. The figures in the night stole your sense of orientation, but among the unfamiliar faces you spotted Claire, Jill – and finally, standing near the main mast, Ashley.
She lit up the moment she saw you, arms already stretched toward you – and greeted you with bright, joyful laughter as you threw yourself into them.
“You came!” she shouted between crashing waves and flying orders, holding you tightly against her. “I’m so glad you came.”
She looked different now that you saw her up close. Freedom sparkled in her eyes. Her hair was wilder, untamed, her beautiful dresses replaced by blouse, corset, trousers, and coat, belts and studs – a new Ashley.
“Time for heartfelt reunions comes later,” a calm, firm voice cut in beside you. Another young woman, black hair, beautiful face, red attire. “First, we should find our way into safer waters.”
“Yeah,” Ashley agreed. “Let’s go.”
She grabbed your hand and pulled you along toward the bow to help.
You didn’t exactly know what you were doing, but thanks to everything Leon had shown you on your voyages together, you knew enough not to become dead weight in the middle of an escape.
Did he regret teaching you all those lessons now?
Once all the sails had been raised and you’d made it out of the bay and into open sea, a brief stillness settled over everything. Ahead of you stretched the ocean, the moon shining bright over the endless expanse.
Behind you lay the harbor of Port Raccoon – gone, far away now – its few lights dwarfed by the shadow before them: the Nightingale, large and imposing as she carved through the waves, your lead owed only to the pirate crew’s preparation.
The entire ship of the pirate Carlos Oliveira – a name you knew you would remember forever – lay before you in the blackness of the night. A mid-sized sailing vessel, well-kept, agile, and, probably, faster than the Nightingale. You had a real chance.
Carlos stood on the quarterdeck, one hand on the wheel, gaze fixed ahead, confident and reassuring.
His voice carried all the way to the front of the ship, his joy audible within it:
“Hoist the colors.”
Your eyes shot upward, and you were certain Ashley’s did too, as it rose: the pirate flag.
The Jolly Roger unfurled above the ship’s white and red sails, fluttering in the wind, granting you a new identity, severing you – from law, and from duty.
“Welcome!” Carlos’ voice echoed out. “To the Nemesis.”
The ship’s pirate flag billowed in the wind – that quiet, perfect threat that whoever captained this crew lived for plunder.
Leon stood at the bow of the Nightingale, eyes fixed on the foreign ship. He couldn’t stop replaying the scene in his head. Your arm in his hand, your beautiful eyes more pleading than he had ever seen them before, your soft lips so close to his – and the man, the pirate, holding your hand.
For one brief moment, his and Leon’s gazes had crossed. While Leon had radiated grim determination toward the man stealing you away, the pirate had merely…nodded. Before climbing down with you and catching you in his arms.
What kind of game was he playing?
How had he convinced you to go with him so willingly that Leon had been left with no choice but to let you go?
He was only grateful he had taught you the things needed at sea. Sailing rules, some sword fighting, how to fire a pistol – at least in theory.
Rare moments when it had only been the two of you. You and him, and his desire to protect you. Now you would be able to stand up for yourself. And if he had to, he would follow you to the ends of the earth. To bring you back to him. He couldn’t lose you.
“Mister Brown,” Leon called to his first officer.
“Yes, Commander.”
“I want to know everything about that pirate.” Leon already knew the smaller ship on the horizon would shake off the Nightingale. They hadn’t been fast enough. “We need to anticipate where that ship will make harbor next.”
“Yes, Commander.” Brown hurried off.
Leon remained at the bow, hands clasped behind his back, coat fluttering in the rising wind.
What would he do once he had you back in his arms?
“Oooh, I like this one!”
“You sure that’s her color palette?”
“She should wear something cream-colored, not too dark.”
“Agreed.”
The crew members stood around you with thoughtful expressions, inspecting what was now the third outfit.
“The fitted look suits you,” Ashley remarked. “And then a long vest like this –” she rummaged through the chest standing on deck and produced the matching piece. “ – and then I’d say a corset and a belt.”
The pieces found their way onto your body, and you had to admit, you really liked it. A light blouse similar to the ones Claire and Jill wore, combined with tight leather trousers flexible enough to move in, boots, and the pieces Ashley had handed you – the vest and corset.
“Now you look like one of us.” Claire winked approvingly.
You looked yourself over, smoothing the fabrics against your skin. They were high quality, honestly just as luxurious as what you’d always been used to. This crew truly was something special.
The few weeks at sea had blended smoothly into one another. After successfully shaking off the royal fleet with surprisingly little stress, the initial rush of excitement had quickly given way to exhaustion, and then, reorientation.
The crew had introduced themselves properly. Jill had shown you around the ship. Smaller than the Navy’s vessels, yes, but agile and cozy.
Even the interior of the Nemesis was furnished to standards so high you could hardly believe it. Real, luxurious beds instead of hammocks, everything organized, clean, separated into proper quarters – the battle against dampness clearly fought hard, even if not entirely won for obvious reasons.
Claire had refreshed some sailing knowledge Leon had already taught you, which you were more than happy to revisit. In the process, you learned she had a brother in the Navy.
Ashley had been the one to offer you access to her trunk of clothes until you could dock at the next harbor and get your own things.
Then there were the others completing the crew: Ada, rather cool and reserved. Didn’t speak much, but seemed kind enough.
And Grace, probably the youngest among them, shy by nature – if Ashley and you were already less resolute than Jill, Claire, and Ada, then Grace truly was the little dove of the group.
“Is it really okay that I’m taking your things?” you asked Ashley carefully.
She answered with nothing but the warmest smile aboard the ship. “Of course! You’re one of us now, and we like sharing.”
The others wore the same openness on their faces, a few nodding in agreement, and gratitude welled up inside you. It filled you with a lightness, the gentle rocking of the ship on the calm sea feeling almost like floating through open air.
“Thank you. Thank you all for welcoming me like this. It’s…” You struggled to find the right word. “Incredible.”
Jill smirked. “Trust us, we get it. Now we just have to find what we needed the compass for in the first place.”
“Oh right.” In all the excitement and all the new impressions of the last weeks, you had completely forgotten to ask where you were even headed. “What is it for? Treasure?”
Jill opened her mouth, but Carlos beat her to it, descending from the quarterdeck above his own cabin where all of you had gathered:
“You could say that.”
He had respectfully kept his distance while steering the ship as the others helped put together your outfit. Now he approached, eyes immediately searching for you and your new look.
Those same eyes sparkled approvingly the second he saw you, followed by a nod and a whistle he apparently couldn’t help himself from making – though it earned him a collective groan from the crew.
“Well excuse me, ladies, I shall cease these improper attitudes,” he joked dramatically, hands raised in exaggerated apology.
“At least for the next ten minutes,” Ada commented in her soft but always cutting voice.
“Touché,” Carlos grinned. “Then I better use those ten minutes to show our newest crew member the crow’s nest.”
“You mean –” you swallowed, glancing upward, “up there?”
The crow’s nest sat imposingly at the very top of the main mast, inviting to explore – and impossibly high up.
Carlos followed your nervous gaze upward before your eyes locked again. He offered you an encouraging thumbs-up.
“Don’t worry. Looks higher than it actually is. And every new crew member has to go up there at least once.”
He stepped closer, hand extended invitingly toward you.
You glanced around at the others – your gaze lingering on Grace.
She nodded with a gentle, careful smile. “I-I did it too. It’s a nice view.”
“See? Nothing to be afraid of.” Carlos nodded toward the rigging designed for climbing the mast.
You swallowed once more, but still took his hand and let him guide you toward the ropes.
The moment you started climbing, you realized several things in quick succession: for the first time in your life, your clothes weren’t restricting you – they were made exactly for what you were doing now. No wide skirts limiting your movement. No tight shoes hurting your feet. Your corset not laced so tightly you could barely breathe.
Contrary to all expectations, you didn’t seem to have a fear of heights. Even though Carlos told you not to look down, you did exactly that several times. Little by little, the crew below you grew smaller; the sea drifted farther away and wider at the same time; the sky drew closer and closer.
The wind driving the ship forward made the ropes you clung to, and the entire mast around them, sway gently along with the vessel. You didn’t mind at all. It felt as though it were playing with you, tugging at your new clothes this way and that, brushing through your hair, making it fly, making you fly.
The realization that this was what had always been missing struck you as you and Carlos climbed over the edge of the crow’s nest and an indescribable sight opened before you: the vast, untamed sea stretched endlessly around you. There was only the two of you, only your ship, and the ocean.
No one in sight to tell you where to go or what to say to whom.
“It’s beautiful, aye?” Carlos stepped shamelessly close behind you, framing your body with his own, both hands resting against the wood on either side of you. Though he leaned his torso back slightly, keeping some distance, his presence was so striking you could feel it vibrating against your spine.
It didn’t make you nearly as nervous anymore. Not only were you familiar with this kind of latent physical closeness by now, but it was also the case that…with every day Carlos spent around you, you grew calmer around him at an alarming speed.
“Mhm,” you answered with a soft sound of agreement instead. A feeling of peace spread through you, bringing a gentle smile to your face – one as sincere as you rarely managed to produce.
“Carlos?” Saying his name like you had known him for years came easily.
“Hm?”
“Why are you always in my space?”
There was an amused undertone to your voice as you asked it. Like you said, you knew this type. That was probably one of the reasons why you could be so unapologetically yourself around Carlos.
In a way, he reminded you of Leon.
Leon had always sought your proximity too. Always wanted to exist within your orbit – close, but never touching. Carlos did it in a completely different way: light, effortless. Finally someone you could simply allow close naturally, without worrying someone would turn it into the next scandal. All the crew treated their captain with the same easy familiarity.
Carlos huffed out a laugh behind you. “Because I like your space, princesa. It’s a nice space.” A moment of silence passed before he added, “And in case you haven’t noticed, I am in everybody’s space.”
That was true. He was always seeking some kind of physical contact – always perfectly harmless, but always in a way that built connection and…
“Is it because you want to protect all of us?”
The suspicion had grown in you during the short but intense time you had now spent with Carlos and the crew you belonged to. Day and night you had watched the captain, noticing the parallels to your commander – Carlos was undoubtedly a very similar kind of person.
On either side of you, Carlos’ hands curled into fists, though he didn’t move away.
Carefully, you turned around between his arms so you could look at him properly. He was a little taller than you, chin tilted downward so he could keep eye contact with you.
None of the nervous reaction from his hands showed on his face. There was only what you always saw there – openness, a spark in his eyes, and that playful smile tugging at his lips.
“Trying to figure me out, princesa?” He leaned down even further, bringing his face level with yours. “You wouldn’t be the first.”
Like so often, his manner drew a bright little laugh from you, maybe now laced with a touch of nervousness too, with his dark eyes close – so close you searched for the line between iris and pupil and failed entirely.
“Hm,” you hummed, unwilling to let yourself get swept away by him. “Maybe you’re just falling in love with me.”
The fact that you, with absolutely no romantic experience, could say something that bold surprised even yourself – but maybe that was exactly why.
Your captain’s eyebrows lifted, fine lines forming around his eyes as his grin widened.
“If you keep looking at me like that, might just happen,” he answered before straightening again, finally releasing you from the cage of his large body and pulling out the compass.
Instantly, the playful impulse inside you vanished, replaced by serious curiosity. The reason you were here – and why your paths had crossed at all.
“I actually brought you up here to tell you about this,” Carlos said.
Now the two of you stood side by side at the edge, your attention no longer on the sea, or each other, but on the compass in his hand. Its needle spun wildly in every direction, finding neither north nor any other point at all.
“What is it for?”, you asked, hungry for the truth behind the compass, but well-mannered enough to wait.
Carlos studied the small, unassuming thing in his hand for a long moment, eyebrows knitted together intently.
You leaned a little closer toward him, trying to see where the needle would finally settle – where Carlos wanted to go more than anywhere else in the world.
Your arms brushed. Suddenly, the needle chose a general direction. It swayed gently back and forth to Carlos’ right – where you were standing.
Carlos tilted his gaze toward you.
“You’re distracting me,” he said, his smile softer now – soft like the moments he had been proud of you, when no one else could see the way he looked at you. That gentle expression held so much, and you trusted him.
“My bad.” You offered him a smile and took a step back.
The needle immediately began swinging from one direction to the other again.
“Do you ever think about what it would be like if the world simply forgot you existed?”
“What?”
The question came out of nowhere, so suddenly you couldn’t answer right away.
“What would you do if you had something that could make the world forget you?” Carlos snapped the compass shut and looked at you expectantly. “What would you do?”
“Uh –” You felt compelled to really think about it. Truly think about it, and take the question seriously.
Would you be capable of making people forget? Would you take the opportunity? Could you make them all forget and keep only the people around you whom you actually wanted to truly know you?
And really, the answer was simple.
“I would make the whole kingdom forget and sail with all of you.”
“Even your pretty Commander?”
You paused.
Leon was a topic for Carlos?
The way he asked the question – serious, like he genuinely wanted to understand something about you – made you answer honestly:
“Yeah, even him. He let me go, but he doesn’t want my freedom. Even now, he’s chasing us to fulfill his duty.”
At that very moment, Leon was probably sitting at the desk inside the Nightingale’s grand cabin, trying to figure out where you were sailing so he could capture you and bring you back – hoping that after your little adventure, you’d be ready to fulfill your own duty again.
The faint spark returned to Carlos’ eyes. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
He flipped the compass open again. “As you know, this compass points toward what our hearts desire most. We need it.”
He gestured downward, where all the other young women in Carlos’ crew were going about their tasks – or simply sitting on deck with dice in hand, reading something – doing whatever they wanted.
“You need it. We’ve been searching for a while now for a treasure on an island that doesn’t exist on any map.”
His gaze drifted toward the horizon.
“An island that only appears beneath a blood moon.”
You snorted, though you immediately looked apologetic when Carlos shot you a stern side glance.
“By now, you should know that pirate tales are true, princesa,” he cautioned, reminding you to take pirates seriously.
“Sorry,” you said quickly. “What kind of treasure are we searching for?”
“A scepter that makes people forget.”
This time, you didn’t laugh. Carlos said the words with such conviction it was impossible not to believe him.
“You mean…”
Carlos nodded. “We–you all could make the world forget. Your deeds, your duties, yourselves. You’d be free forever.”
An artifact that erased memory, hidden on an island found only by compass beneath a blood moon. It sounded like a tale straight from the nearest tavern, told somewhere between rum and beer – and yet you wanted to believe it. Believe that out there existed something that could truly set you free.
“Why do you want to find this treasure?”, you asked curiously. “I mean, you personally.”
Carlos smirked, his gaze drifting back down toward his crew on deck. “Altruism?”
This time, you didn’t believe Carlos. But you also chose not to pressure your captain – especially because there was something more important than peeling back Carlos Oliveira’s inner workings.
“Can I try it?” You held out your hand, gesturing toward the compass.
“Be my guest.”
He placed the compass into your hand. The needle wobbled back and forth several times. You stared down at it, imagining freedom with the crew – the freedom all of you could have if only you found this treasure.
Then the needle stilled decisively somewhere toward the horizon – southeast.
Carlos whistled appreciatively. “Looks like we’ve got our course.” He leaned over the edge of the crow’s nest. “Jill! Hard starboard! Set course southeast!”
“Aye aye, Captain!”
A moment later, the wood of the ship groaned, the mast tilting along with the basket as the course shifted. You couldn’t stop the brief dizziness that swept over you, forcing you to steady yourself against Carlos’ broad upper arm.
“Careful.” Carlos’ roguish grin returned. “Wouldn’t want me distracting you from our course.”
“Don’t worry, Captain,” you replied with a grin. “I am incredibly good at focusing.”
“Shame.”
Carlos, meanwhile, seemed all too easily distracted. He looked up toward the nearly cloudless blue sky, studying something invisible with intense focus.
“Storm’s coming,” he said matter-of-factly.
You followed his gaze in confusion. “How do you know?”
“It’s in the air. We should make a stop.”
Once again, he leaned over the edge of the basket.
“Jill! Set course for Port Nesta!”
“Make up your mind, Captain!”
Sure enough, the experienced captain had been right. The rain came – and with it violent wind, lightning, thunder, and your first real struggle at sea.
Carlos shouted commands from the helm down to the main deck while all of you, the crew, carried them out as fast as humanly possible, working together to maneuver the ship through the dangers of the rough waters.
The wind screamed in your ears, salty seawater burning your eyes whenever massive waves crashed over the railing and tried to knock you off your feet. Your hands ached beneath the brutal pull of the drenched ropes fighting to tear themselves free.
“Port Nesta is not far!”, Claire shouted to you while the two of you adjusted the sail together. It billowed violently, caught by the wind, threatening to rip loose. “We will make it!”
The irony of it all? Not for a second did you doubt that you would make it through the storm. Everyone around you looked confident and steady. Sometimes you even spotted grins laced with exhilaration.
All of you loved freedom – even when it picked a fight with you.
By the time you sailed into the harbor of Port Nesta and dropped anchor, the storm had faded from furious to merely mildly annoyed.
Far less glamorous than the harbors you were used to, this one consisted mostly of roughly hammered-together planks made from mismatched woods, crates and barrels stacked everywhere.
The wood groaned beneath your footsteps as though it might collapse at any moment and throw all of you into another bath, yet somehow it held.
Countless pirate ships were docked nearby. How could you tell? Their flags fluttered proudly in the stormy wind – here, no pirate cared about being recognized.
“So this is a freebooter harbor?”, you asked aloud as you walked over the planks toward the city without paying a single thing.
“Yes,” Ada answered. She seemed to enjoy explaining things. “Though Port Nesta is one of the more refined freebooter ports, believe it or not. The highest-ranking pirates dock here. The ones with the largest bounties. The richest and most influential.”
“And we belong to those people?”, you asked in surprise.
The Nemesis was a beautiful ship, but so far the journey hadn’t exactly screamed wealthy pirates.
The crew smirked in unison.
“Not really,” Claire said.
“But people know and appreciate each other here,” Carlos finished for her, an arm slung around Claire’s shoulders.
“I-It’s because we’re all influential people of higher standing,” Grace chimed in quietly.
You let out a sound of realization. That made sense. None of the other pirates turned Carlos Oliveira and his crew in – in exchange for favors down the line, most likely.
“Exactly,” Carlos confirmed. “Besides, pirates here usually mind their own business. That’s why this is our favorite freebooter harbor.”
The others nodded in agreement as you walked through the broad, bustling streets.
You had always imagined freebooter cities as lawless and chaotic – fights on every street corner and a harsh stench hanging in the air. Instead, you found yourself surrounded by houses that, while not built to the standards of lawful cities, also weren’t completely run-down.
Lively chatter echoed around you, but no shouting, no brawling – only laughter, easy conversations, and music as far as your ears could reach.
Apparently, you knew absolutely nothing about pirates. Or perhaps you were simply lucky enough to have joined one of the special crews.
The tavern you entered to warm up and dry off resembled the one you already knew on the inside – soft candlelight, cheerful music, crowded with people. Only this time, they weren’t dressed like respectable townsfolk, but looser, freer, like freebooters naturally were.
“Jill!”, the woman behind the bar called the moment she spotted your group. “And the crew. It’s so good to see you.”
“Helena,” Jill greeted her with a smile.
Helena looked to be around Jill’s age – beautiful long brown hair wrapped beneath a very sailor-like tied headscarf, a warm smile, striking attire made up of bright colors: a red long-sleeved dress paired with a black corset belt.
Her gaze landed on you. “Oh –,” she said, “new crew member?”
Jill nodded and gestured for you to introduce yourself.
“Pleasure. If Jill vouches for you, you’re always welcome in my tavern.”
“Helena used to be part of the crew too,” Carlos chimed in. He stood between you, leaning forward against the counter with his forearms resting atop it. “And she’s always been very good at ignoring me.”
He did what he always did with his people – nudging Helena’s shoulder affectionately, earning an equally warm smile in return.
“And now this tavern belongs to you?”, you asked Helena curiously.
She nodded. “Carlos got me out, but the sea isn’t for me – or for my sister. So Deborah and I opened this tavern here instead. The Navy barely ever comes through. They don’t dare enter Port Nesta. And if someone does wander in here once in a while, they don’t recognize me among all the other wanted faces.”
“Where is Debbie anyway?”, Carlos asked, his gaze searching for Helena’s sister.
“Doing bookkeeping,” Helena answered shortly. “She actually wanted to head over to the market today, but with the storm…” She tilted her head. “Which begs the question, do you need towels to dry off and some good rum to warm yourselves up? Deborah’s stew?”
“Oh, how we miss Debbie’s stew,” Carlos answered with a grin.
You had dried yourselves off as best as possible with the things offered to you and now sat gathered around a table crowded with as many heat-giving candles as possible, eating and drinking.
The atmosphere was so alive. And yet there was also something strangely untethered about it. Even more than the tavern back in Port Raccoon. It was the louder laughter, the sailors’ tales, and above all the way the pirates existed completely unapologetically as themselves.
You recognized several familiar faces – supposedly the worst villains of the seven seas. Yet here they were, simply men enjoying drinks. You never would have expected these high-ranking pirates to seem so…tame?
Some of them even greeted your crew. In many cases, they addressed Jill first, then Carlos.
“Eeeey, Jill Valentine and her token Captain!”
“Jill Valentine, a sight for sore eyes!”
Occasionally Carlos received some comments too.
“Carlos, the Captain with the worst luck in the world!”
“Captain Carlos Oliveira, which princess are you rescuing today?”
All in all, your crew was shockingly accepted within these circles – another surprise, considering women were usually unwelcome at sea. How had Carlos managed to establish his concept of a pirate crew so successfully among fellow pirates?
And more importantly: how was it possible that Jill seemed more popular than him? First mates were usually expected to stand very clearly beneath their captain to avoid rumors of mutiny.
Fascinated, you observed every encounter, your surroundings, letting it all sink in.
“Hey, how come everyone here is so fine with us being an all-female crew?”, you whispered to Ashley while the conversations carried on around you.
“I think it’s partly because of our status,” Ashley answered, “and partly because Jill and Ada established very early on that they aren’t damsels in distress, from what I heard.”
“Ah.” You made a sound of understanding. Hopefully you wouldn’t have to duel one of these pirates yourself. You could handle a sword – and during the days at sea, Ashley and you had practiced a little – but it definitely wouldn’t be enough for a duel against an infamous pirate.
“And what about Carlos? Why did he hire all of us?”
Your gaze drifted toward your captain. He sat three chairs away beside Ada, quietly talking to her, a faint grin on his face but his eyes focused.
“I don’t know.” Ashley followed your gaze. “He doesn’t really talk about his reasons. But doesn’t he kind of remind you of a soldier?”
While you answered excitedly, the music suddenly swelled louder – more instruments joining the fiddle already playing, drowning out the conversations in a lively tune.
“I noticed that too! Maybe he used to be one before he became a pirate.”
“You should ask him.” Ashley’s eyes found yours again. “He seems to like you especially much.”
You looked at her in surprise. “What do you mean by that?”
Before Ashley could answer, Carlos leaned across the table, over Ada – who had to lean back with practiced ease so he wouldn’t accidentally shove her along with him – and toward the two of you, his grin widening.
“You’re gonna love this.”
While Ashley and you stared at him in confusion, the music swelled even more. Jill and Claire wore expressions just as roguish as their captain’s as they both stood.
“Let’s dance.” Jill held her hand out toward you expectantly while Claire did the same with Ashley.
The two of you exchanged a glance, as did Grace, who looked even less enthusiastic about the dance floor than either of you.
“We don’t know the steps,” you said on behalf of the three of you.
“Trust us, you know ’em,” Claire assured you. “It’s pretty much the same as all those boring dance lessons you learned. But this – this is fun.”
Ashley was the first to decide she was done hesitating or holding herself back.
She took Claire’s hand, and together they stepped into the center of the room, where other people were already beginning to gather – pirates, barmaids, women from the city.
All of them standing together like they belonged to one another.
Making the same decision, you first grabbed Grace’s hand, then Jill’s, so the three of you could join the other two.
Grace muttered a few protests under her breath, but she stood no chance against the force the two of you represented together.
“You can do it, Grace,” you encouraged her, squeezing her hand – even though you weren’t entirely sure you could pull this off yourself.
All those worries vaporized the moment Jill and Claire showed you the first steps.
They really were the same as the ones from your lessons, only altered slightly. Less stiff.
Two steps back, a clap, two steps forward, turns – you knew the sequence, but quickly realized that rules here existed to be broken.
The longer you danced back and forth, the more the actual steps were ignored. At first, it confused you. You stumbled over your own feet trying not to crash into anyone, caught yourself, tried again – and little by little, you discovered how to find genuine joy inside the chaos.
Not the kind of joy that came from performing a sequence correctly, from a successful lesson, from earning your father’s pride. The kind of joy that spread a huge, truly happy smile across your face and allowed you to let go.
You jumped, you laughed, you clapped, you grabbed Ashley’s hands and the two of you spun around each other, nobody leading, nobody being led, just the two of you circling one another. Grace joined in – and for the first time, you saw her smile so openly and happily that you instantly wanted to see the others too.
All the crew members – aside from Ada and Carlos, who had stayed seated to watch you – laughed and swayed together, hair flying, carrying the very lightness all of you had searched for your entire lives.
Briefly, only briefly, the sight brought tears to your eyes. You hadn’t known these people for long. But they might have been the family you had always searched for.
No judgment. Just happiness.
Ashley noticed it – that emotional moment – even though you wiped the tears away quickly.
She held both your hands, her sweet smile balm for your soul.
“I never thought we’d find something like this either,” she said, and somehow you heard the words despite the music and the laughter and the life surrounding you.
You let out a happy little sob. Then the two of you fell into each other’s arms.
All because of one man’s decision.
Your eyes searched for – and found – Carlos over Ashley’s shoulder.
Carlos watched the commotion of his crew with satisfaction. He would join you eventually. But first he wanted to enjoy this moment – his girls, the best out there, enjoying their freedom.
It wasn’t entirely what he had imagined when he first began searching for the scepter. But it was what he had needed.
This little group of misfits who wanted more from life. No cage. No making choices that weren’t their own. Never again.
“Aren’t you all the cutest?”, he called out loudly, to no one in particular, though Ada answered with a snort.
“Don’t talk about me,” she deadpanned.
“I know, Ada, you’re way too casual for this.” Carlos lifted his rum toward her, but Ada had already been distracted.
“Look who’s there.” She nodded past Carlos, eyes narrowed, focused and far more serious than usual.
Carlos followed her gaze toward the table directly beside them.
Instantly, he set his mug down, senses sharpening as his body tensed. It was the well-trained dog. The Royal Navy had dared venture into Port Nesta.
You probably hadn’t noticed him because until a few seconds ago, he’d been wearing a hat. He had changed all of his clothes. The dark-blue commander’s colors were gone, replaced entirely by brown. No fancy buttons anymore, no gold. Instead, he had gone completely incognito: brown hat over dark blond hair, dark shirt, brown coat.
He could easily pass for a pirate. If he hadn’t taken off the hat, none of you might have noticed him all evening. Where were his soldiers? Hidden among the crowd too, waiting for the moment to grab you?
Carlos couldn’t cause a scene now. It would alarm you too.
Besides, the man with whom he had exchanged only a single glance so far didn’t look like someone about to bark an order.
That one look back on your windowsill had been determined, unwilling to simply let you go – even though, to Carlos’ great surprise, he ultimately had.
Seeing him now, Carlos wasn’t surprised anymore. His expression was no longer determined. In his entire life, Carlos had never seen a man yearning for a woman this much. Like a sad dog standing in the rain, he watched you dance – eyes glassy, slumped back in his chair, nervously turning the discarded hat around in his hands.
It was pathetic…and understandable.
As if the commander could feel Carlos’ and Ada’s eyes on him, he tilted his head – and once more, their gazes crossed.
What was that man’s name again? Carlos was sure you had mentioned it multiple times. He just hadn’t bothered to remember it.
The very same man furrowed his brows once he realized he’d been recognized – which shouldn’t have been surprising, considering his unnecessarily handsome face was out in the open.
He placed the hat down on the table. Carlos heard Ada setting her pistol onto the tabletop beside him. Without question, she had his back.
If things came down to it, Carlos would fight. He wouldn’t let the man take you.
The commander reached down toward the holder of his sword, his pistol.
Carlos mirrored the movement, slowly reaching for his own sword without breaking eye contact. Helena would raise absolute hell if a fight broke out inside her tavern.
To Carlos’ and Ada’s surprise – and yes, relief – the commander instead unclasped his belt with pointed intensity and laid it demonstratively slowly onto the table, his eyes drilling into Carlos’.
Without further ado, the commander turned away again and resumed watching you.
It was a small miracle you didn’t notice how his gaze followed your every movement – even when you approached the table with the widest smile Carlos had seen from you so far, a light, almost floating gait to your steps, your hand stretched out toward him.
Inside Leon, a storm raged fiercer than the one he and his men had sailed through while pursuing you and that pirate, Carlos Oliveira.
Brown had uncovered this much about the captain: He usually kept a low profile; Very little was known about his crew; His name; He had never once been captured.
Mysteries surrounded the pirate – mysteries Leon intended to uncover only if necessary to reach you.
It had almost been luck that the storm had risen, forcing Leon and his crew toward Port Nesta. They had taken down their flag – this harbor wasn’t exactly safe territory for members of the Royal Navy.
Then Leon had stepped onto the sloppily constructed docks, looked around – and noticed the ship. The pirate and his crew had fled here too, escaping the storm.
Determined to at least get you aboard the Nightingale, Leon had disguised himself and left his men on the ship. Better alone and unnoticed. Besides, you didn’t deserve to be dragged away with drums and trumpets sounding behind you.
You were searching for an escape that didn’t exist. Not as long as people would keep searching for you. Not as long as you remained the Crown Princess.
And yet now, here inside this tavern, Leon’s resolve wavered. He had found you – you and the other women. He swore he recognized at least one of them: the blonde girl who seemed especially close to you.
He had never, never seen you like this before, so completely carefree and laughing. Over the years there had been hints and traces of the beautiful girl before him now – the one who utterly enchanted him. A wider smile whenever he taught you about sailing or fencing. Those tiny, stolen moments where the two of you forgot your duties.
But he had never seen you this happy before. You danced freely with these other women. It seemed impossible that no one had ever heard of it, but apparently all of you belonged to the same crew – to that pirate’s crew. Carlos’.
The very same pirate you were currently dragging onto the dance floor with you. Leon’s hands clenched into fists in his lap as he watched you, the girl who should have been his, being guided in wide circles across the floor by this unfamiliar man.
Wild jealousy seized him, and it took all of his willpower not to get up and step between you.
Carlos spun you through pirouettes, your melodic laughter the only thing Leon could hear – or wanted to hear – through the crowd and music.
It should have been him dancing with you like that.
But you looked too happy. He couldn’t. He couldn’t do that to you. Throughout the entire pursuit, Leon had kept asking himself what he would do. You had begged him to let you go. But how could he let you go forever? And even if he wanted to – what would he tell the King?
Torn apart inside, all Leon could do was allow you your happiness while searching for an escape that didn’t exist.
“You know –” A calm voice suddenly sounded beside him. “ – you should just forget about her.” The dark-haired woman – another member of the crew, apparently – slid gracefully into the chair across from Leon’s table.
She looked at him with a mysterious expression, as though she knew the answers to the world’s greatest questions.
“Would be better for her,” she continued.
Leon said nothing. But this woman knew you. All of them did. They knew who you were – and who was searching for you.
His brows drew together, jaw tense.
For the moment, all he could do was be your shadow and make sure he would be there if you needed him.
Bitter over the impossible situation, Leon put the very pirate-like hat back on, grabbed his weapons, and left the dark-haired woman, you, and this entire unorthodox crew behind. His men would stand behind him if he ordered them to keep watch over you.
The music faded, even though you weren’t ready to feel any less alive than you did here and now.
Between the people, here inside the warm tavern, in motion and spun around by Carlos in uncoordinated turns, you had grown warm and dizzy all at once.
Carlos really hadn’t needed to be asked twice to dance. And he was a good dancer.
The dampness from the rain had given way to a light sheen of sweat. Carlos was breathing as heavily as you were, grinning broadly – just as broadly as you. His hands rested on your hips, keeping you gently in place while you laughed happily, and realized the warmth wasn’t entirely from dancing.
He was too close again. His damp hair fell wildly into his face, a droplet slipping from one strand between the two of you. His large hands squeezed lightly, making your skin tingle softly.
“Hey.” His face moved even closer, so close now that the heat radiating from his skin reached your own and your foreheads nearly touched.
“You ever think about your pretty Commander anymore?”
The question earned an eye roll and a groan from you, the same kind you had already picked up from the others.
“Why do you keep bringing him up?” you asked, mildly annoyed. “Jealous?” You looked at him as challengingly as you could.
Carlos answered with an amused snort. “You know, for a princess, you’re a pretty little minx.”
“As any of my fellow crewmates, I’m sure,” you shot back. “It’s something I learned from dealing with my pretty Commander.”
Carlos leaned back, putting a little more distance between you again.
“Why are you asking?” you wanted to know.
“He’s here.”
“What?”
Your stomach flipped as you immediately turned away, your gaze frantically searching for Leon and the soldiers who would surely try to take you away.
“Oh, look at that,” Carlos commented, following your gaze. “Seems like he left.”
Left? He hadn’t grabbed you and dragged you away?
Your searching gaze found Ada. She rested her face against her palm, tracing the rim of her mug with her index finger, a faint smile on her lips – and nodded toward the door outside.
You understood instantly.
“I’ll be back. I need to talk to him.”
Carlos let you go without hesitation as you hurried outside.
The air was cold and unwelcoming compared to the warmth inside the tavern. A light drizzle still lingered, but the worst of the storm had passed.
Would you even be able to find him? Suddenly everyone looked the same – long heavy coats, featherless hats, pirates.
The only logical direction he could have gone was toward the harbor. The Nightingale had to be docked there somewhere.
As you hurried that way, you couldn’t help yourself.
“Leon!”
To your relief, someone on the not-too-crowded street turned around. In the glow spilling from the tavern windows, you saw the face of your Commander, your confidant, the one who had almost never left your side before.
Suddenly, guilt washed over you. Guilt for leaving him behind there.
He looked at you the way he so often did – as though he didn’t know what he was supposed to do.
You walked toward him quickly. Thankfully, you knew exactly what you wanted to do.
“Leon,” you repeated his name once you were close enough – and wrapped your arms around his strong torso.
For a moment, he went completely stiff in your embrace. A long overdue hug in public – and it felt so much better than you had ever imagined.
Stolen glances, touches, and every tenderness disguised as duty couldn’t compare to this. Freedom had given you so much. And now, it had also given you the ability to touch him the way you had always wanted to.
“It’s okay, Leon.” Saying his name out loud felt so good on your tongue that you had to say it again. “I’m glad you’re here.”
Finally, his muscles relaxed beneath your hands and against your body. Finally, he wrapped his arms around you – large, strong arms that enveloped you like a safe harbor.
Leon felt so much bigger than you remembered – hard and soft at the same time, muscles forged strong but movements pliant as he rested his forehead against your shoulder and held you. He held you tightly and purposefully, as though he wanted to feel this moment with everything he had.
“I followed, Princess,” he murmured against your shoulder. A moment of silence. Then he added: “You look beautiful.”
His words washed over you, turning the drizzle warm against your skin. Your heart tightened before beating a little faster.
“What are you going to do now?” you asked him anyway.
He hesitated before answering, only tightening his hold around you.
“I don’t know.” Leon lifted his forehead from your shoulder to look at you. Soft orange and golden tones accented the line of his jaw from the side, making his face look sharp and defined – while his expression at the same time held nothing but softness. Concern. Affection.
“I only know that I’ve never seen you this happy before.”
He said nothing more after that, only looked deeply into your eyes. The orange light flickered through his sea-blue gaze, ignoring the world around you, focused only on you.
A careful smile touched your lips as you lifted one hand to his stubble. For the first time, you felt what you had always wondered how it would feel like. The rough texture tickled your fingertips, the closeness feeling so good it sent a small shiver down your spine.
Leon didn’t stop you – He simply kept looking at you, eyes lowered toward you, his head leaning the slightest bit into your touch.
“Out here, we could both be,” you said softly, quietly enough that only he could hear. Your fingers continued their path, over his chin, his temple, tangling gently in his damp hair.
“We’re searching for a treasure. It sounds crazy, but apparently there’s an artifact that can make people forget – everything. Who you are. Who you were.”
Your gaze drifted from your fingers back to his eyes.
“The two of us could be free – forever. You could come with us. And then we could be whoever we wanted.”
Leon listened attentively, his hands firm on your hips, unwilling to let you go for even a second. How was he supposed to let you go again now?
Even so, a faintly amused sound escaped him. “That sounds –”
“Mad?” you asked, your smile growing more entertained. “Like some insane pirate tale? Believe me, that was my reaction too. But I believe it’s real. We have a compass that points toward the place your heart wants most in the world. It was just sitting in my father’s treasure chamber.”
Leon didn’t argue with you again. Why would he? You were in his arms, telling him about freedom and a shared life together. You were somewhere that demanded nothing else from either of you. You had hope – and that was all he needed to believe you.
For a brief moment, a thought crossed his mind – if this story were true, would every princess and noblewoman inside that tavern be forgotten all at once? Did all of them want the same thing?
“I believe you, Princess.” His voice was deep and soothing. Finally, a more relaxed smile appeared on his face too.
“You can call me by my name, you know?”
The words were followed by a soft laugh and a reflex you couldn’t resist.
Both your hands settled gently against his jaw as you leaned forward – and pressed your lips to his. This time properly, not like back at the window. Bold, eager to give him a piece of the freedom you yourself had gained.
At first, it was only your lips against his, nothing more, nothing less. You almost feared you had gone too far when Leon finally released a long breath through his nose and melted into it, returning the kiss with a soft, small movement.
Carefully, slowly, he pulled his lips away from yours again – far too quickly for your liking.
His gaze held complete devotion, touched by something else too – what was that spark in his eyes? Something lighter, happier. Something you had seen far too rarely in him.
Then he said your name. Quietly, so quietly, the moment belonging only to the two of you. It seemed to loosen something inside him, because his smile returned – broader now, happier.
He said your name again – and this time, his hands settled against your neck, tilting your face toward him.
Wild butterflies erupted in your stomach, the music from the taverns and the voices of the people around you blurring into meaningless noise – only Leon’s content expression mattered.
He stole another kiss. Then another. And another. The fourth lingered. Leon captured your lips so expertly it felt as though this was all the two of you had done for years.
Your hands remained on each other, feeling every bit of skin possible – but it wasn’t enough. Leon pressed you backward, his lips never leaving yours, crowding against you like he was trying to make up for every moment the two of you had never dared to take.
Your back hit the wall of a house beneath the shelter of the roof. For a moment it was cold, until the warmth radiating from your stomach quickly replaced it. Leon’s entire body pressed against yours, taking as much closeness as physically possible, sheltering you from the wind and weather alike.
His kiss deepened – he breathed into you while stealing your own breath away. Your tongues brushed together, blood rushing in your ears, your knees weakening. At the same time, your stomach tightened. You had dreamed of this too often.
Reality was better than the dream.
You couldn’t stop the small sound escaping your throat, and Leon immediately stilled. He remained very close, breathing heavily against your lips, though his voice was steady and determined:
“I can’t leave my post.”
Your disappointment was short-lived. Quickly, he added: “Not yet.”
Another kiss landed on your lips.
“We’ll find a way out of this. I promise I’ll always stay close to you.”
“You really believe me?” you whispered against his lips, breathless and intoxicated by the way he had kissed you – stormy, starved.
“Wouldn’t be the first time an old pirate legend turned out to be true.” A smirk tugged at his lips. “And now you’ve done it. I’ll never be able to stop thinking about your lips again.”
The comment surprised you so much that you laughed out loud. After everything – his endless speeches about duty and responsibility and whatnot – you had somehow ended up here.
“Look at you, Commander, getting all cocky. The open sea seems good for you,” you teased.
“You’re good for me,” he answered lovingly, his thumb stroking across your cheek. “You always have been.” His lips found yours once more. “You’re my Princess. I’ll do anything for you.”
Summary: You are pregnant with Leons baby and he surprises you on Mother’s Day with a breakfast in bed.
A/N: Happy Mother’s Day! I did a little surprise story for you hehe. Would you believe me if I told you my man came up with the idea for this cute fluff oneshot? I told him I wanted to write something as a celebration for Mother’s Day and he had this suggestion. I kinda liked the thought of a Mother-to-be-Day, so here we go. I hope you enjoy it! So much love, Shell xo
Warnings: Lots of fluff, mentions of pregnancy
When you woke up, you were greeted by the usual ache in your back, a feeling you’ve gotten accustomed to over the course of the last months.
Sleeping had grown particularly difficult, and you were constantly switching between different sleeping positions. No matter how much you tried, though, your growing baby bump made it very hard for you to sleep through the night.
And still, you wouldn’t want it any other way. It only reminded you of the little life growing inside you. A life you and Leon had created.
You gently brushed over your bump, smiling at the thought of your baby inside. When the doctor had told you it was going to be a boy, you couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by an immense feeling of both joy and excitement.
Tears were streaming down your face when you told Leon. You weren’t sure if it was caused by the pregnancy hormones or the thought of soon having a miniature version of Leon running through your house. Maybe he would have the same blue eyes? Or the same kind of soft, dark blonde hair? The same warm smile?
Your heart was about to burst out of your chest at the thought alone.
Leon had been nothing but wonderful throughout your whole pregnancy. He was there for you, not only for the doctor’s appointments but for everything in between. During every appointment he’d held your hand and told you with a smile what a wonderful job you were doing and that he couldn’t wait to meet the baby. He was so reassuring and gentle with you that you fell in love with him over and over again.
The evenings with an opened wine bottle and late-night talks about the latest missions had been replaced by cuddling on the couch together with a warm tea and several baby magazines scattered around the table to choose the furniture for the nursery. Leon was okay with pretty much everything you chose; all he wanted was for you to be happy.
You were not the typical overbearing kind of couple, so there was no way you two were throwing a gender reveal party or doing maternity photoshoots. You simply preferred sharing the intimate and important moments alone, in the comfort of your cozy home.
You had never pictured Leon as a particularly sentimental man; however, that changed once you’d heard him talking to your bump in the morning hours or moments before you’d drifted off to sleep. You often teased him about it but in reality you enjoyed every second, secretly wishing it would never end. This peaceful and quiet life with him and your baby boy.
As much as you enjoyed the brighter days, the harder days, the ones spent battling the side effects of pregnancy, were just as real. More than once you’d suffered from severe nausea attacks, as well as constant tiredness. At some point you were sure you couldn’t take it anymore, but Leon was immediately there to help you, oftentimes already with a freshly brewed ginger and chamomile tea in his hands.
He did all that, even though you were aware he was just as anxious and tired as you were. He wasn’t in his twenties anymore, and the constant thought of messing up or doing something wrong haunted him day and night. You would never get tired of telling him how much of a great father he will be and how much your baby is going to love him.
The moment you’d see the frown returning to his face, you’d always try to cheer him up with a small joke, such as telling him you’d have to buy the baby a leather jacket just like his. Leon would just shake his head at you with a loving smile returning to his lips.
He had taken a step back from his old job and settled down for a safer position as a training officer. The times when he risked his life and went on dangerous missions were long gone, now with the thought of you and your son on the way. He wanted to keep both of you safe, and the only way he'd be able to do that was with him being alive. And he took that very seriously.
You were still smiling at your baby bump when the door to the bedroom opened. You expected Leon to bring you your usual cup of morning tea and a cup of coffee for him, but he had other plans apparently.
He entered the door, balancing a massive tray of various breakfast items in his hands. He was shirtless, only dressed in his pajama pants. He looked like God himself serving you breakfast. Maybe you were hallucinating? Or dreaming?
“Leon,” you whispered, surprised, trying to sit up a little for a better position.
“Good morning, my love," he smiled, coming over to you and placing the tray on the bed.
“What is that for?” you asked, completely overwhelmed, but with a beaming smile on your face. The tray was filled with French toast, fruits, eggs, and some bacon. He even placed a tiny vase with flowers in between and a card that read “Happy Mother’s Day."
As if on cue, you started getting teary-eyed again. "Pregnancy hormones striking again," you thought to yourself.
“It’s Mother’s Day, and you are a mother. Or mother-to-be. So maybe we call it happy mama-to-be day," he chuckled, kissing you on the forehead. “And I know you’re going to be the best mother to our son,” he added, kissing you again and again.
You giggled, brushing the tears away from your cheeks.
“Thank you, Leon,” you sniffled.
“Anything for you and the baby,” he whispered, before reaching for one of the tissues that were waiting in the box on your nightstand. He had placed them there a while ago because the emotional outbursts had become something of a regular occurrence.
“Now, I actually didn’t intend to make you cry,” he chuckled as he gently wiped the tears from your face.
“It’s tears of joy, I promise,” you said with a smile.
“Well, then I’m relieved,” he joked while climbing back into the bed next to you.
“I didn’t know what you or himwere craving, so I kind of tried making everything,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck as if he didn’t just present you the most magical-looking breakfast on earth.
“Yesterday our little man was craving strawberries with peanut better,” you laughed, looking back at the tray. “But this morning I think we are happy with everything." You smiled.
You looked back at Leon, reaching for his hand. “Thank you for everything, Leon. Really, I don’t know what I would do without you,” you told him. Sometimes you just enjoyed reminding him of how much of a great husband he was being to you. And you knew he needed that reminder.
“Always” He kissed your hand gently before carefully placing a hand on your belly.
“Did you wish your mom a happy Mother's Day already?” He asked as if the baby could hear him.
You laughed. “Little man kicked me out of sleep this morning already, so maybe this was his way of congratulating me."
“Seems to be a morning person, unlike his mother." He winked in your direction.
“Or maybe he is just restless like his father,” you teased back.
“Mhm. I actually really hope he is going to be more like you. That’s going to be way easier for us, trust me." He looked back at your belly, placing a small kiss there. “Be nice to your mother and don’t kick her too much, okay?”
You watched him, admiring him like you always did. You just loved this man so much, you couldn’t even put it into words.
He sat himself up again, placing an arm around you and pulling you a little closer to him.
“Are you feeling alright this morning? No nausea? No headaches?” he asked, a hint of worry in his voice.
“Everything is perfect, really. I am feeling good except for a little backache, but I got used to it,” you told him, letting your head fall against him.
“That’s good. How about we enjoy breakfast now, and afterwards I will give you a gentle back massage? Just something to ease your muscles a little,” he offered with a gentle smile. God, this man was a gift sent from heaven.
“Sounds like the most wonderful Sunday in my entire life, actually,” you said. If you were really dreaming, you hoped you would never wake up again.
“Maybe it is the most wonderful Sunday,” he grinned, taking a sip of his coffee before handing you your cup of tea.
After drinking your tea and sharing the French toast with Leon, you felt your baby kick again. You looked a little surprised, placing your hand on top of the spot where you felt him kicking you.
“Is everything okay? What is wrong?” Leon asked in an alarmed voice, putting the coffee aside.
“I think your son is awake and enjoys the French toast,” you giggled excitedly, reaching for Leon's hand to place it on the same spot on your belly.
Leon looked down, feeling the little and soft kicks against his hand. He swallowed, trying to find the right words, but the words got stuck in his throat.
After a few moments of quietness, enjoying the small and intimate moment, Leon cleared his throat.
“Good morning, little man. Next year, you’re going to help me prepare breakfast for your mother, deal?” He asked, the usual teasingness in his voice returning.
And with that, you leaned back against the soft pillows, drinking your tea and smiling to yourself while imagining what the next months of your small and cozy family life would look like.
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you get the bright idea to send leon a spicy text as he leaves for work. (gn!reader, sfw drabble)
Letters vibrate beneath your thumbs as they fly over the keyboard, phone shaking with the silent laughter you’re trying and failing to contain.
You hit send, then edge back the curtain. From the apartment window, you see the familiar silhouette of the midnight black Porsche rolling out of the underground parking garage, streetlights reflecting its waxed surface.
He was called in a half hour before. New intel, sensitive, which meant an office visit.
Nevermind your plans for the night.
The look on his face when he’d realized he was being pulled away from them was enough to have you here, waiting. You knew from his reaction to the summons that whatever it was wouldn’t implode if he was a little—or a lot—late.
You watch, intent, as the Porsche travels down the street, further, then… out of sight.
Your smile fades, eyes searching. Maybe they’d called him again on his way out. Maybe he forgot his phone altogether. Not like him, but he’d been so put out—
The red and white of reversing taillights breaks the dark edge of the road, traveling fast, and you can almost hear the squeal of tires with the abrupt stop in front of your building. Even at a distance, you’re greeted by the eager visage of Leon slamming the car door behind him and jogging up the sidewalk. Quickly, you release the curtain, giggling as you head out the bedroom door.
Moments later, there’s a click, a slam, and the heavy thud of boots against wood as he hurries in. You waltz out to meet him, already smirking, and he’s hoisting you into a straddle around his waist, laughing deeply, eyes alight.
“I take it you got my message,” you murmur, arms around his neck, lip soft in your teeth where you bite it.
“Baby, send me something like that again, you ain’t leavin’ the bed.”
True to his word, he carries you back from where you came, and the laughter that erupts from you both is a release—relieved, ready—as he topples into the sheets.
