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When you want to surprise a girl with the thing she hates more than anything else in the world, you have to make sure she's 100% immobilised -- restrained so she can't even squirm, can't move any part of her even an inch
so all she can do is scream šøš
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from 'Brat vs. Her Total Isolation' by the studio 'BondageJunkies'
Lee!Leon Kennedy whoās incredibly sentimental and sensitive but learned to keep his emotions well in check. He doesnāt cry easilyā¦ except for when he does.
ā ļø18+//suggestive content//crying//mentions of bondage.
When he was a rookie, Leon was an open book. He wore his heart on his sleeve, cried at sad movies, kept sentimental photo albumsā he really was as sappy as they come. Heād always been that way. He was a sensitive kid, then a sensitive teenager, and an even more sensitive adult.
Though, of course over the years, in his line of work, those emotions got dangerous. They never went away, but he taught himself to hide them. Show no weakness, no vulnerability. Keep your enemies close and your friends far far away.
On top of grueling physical training, Leon spent hours upon hours making sure his mind was nearly impenetrable, or at least to make sure he seemed that way. It didnāt matter what emotion it was, he made sure he didnāt express it too outwardly. Anger, sadness, joy, fear, loveā¦
Most importantly, Leon S. Kennedy does not cry.
Usually.
Now, heās older. Heās stronger. He can handle himself and heās secure in that, and trust he can protect those around him. Heās got a tight circle of people he trusts and keeps close. People that he loves more than anything, and they love him.
To be loved is to be known, and they know him. They know his heart, his mind, and they certainly know the walls he keeps around them.
Sure, heās a little more expressive with them, but certainly not by much. Fortunately, they also know how to knock those walls down.
He says itās not fair, and maybe it isnāt- or, well, it definitely isnāt, but that doesnāt really change anything. Sometimes that argument works on Claire if he looks at her the right way and whines pretty enough. Chris says sheās much too soft for him. Leon would call that ironic if he didnāt have any better sense.
Though, most of the time, āFairā doesnāt matter. Why would it? They wouldnāt tie him up if they were concerned with fair. He wouldnāt enjoy it as much either.
It isnāt really their fault that heās so much fun to play with. Heās always so stoic, and when heās not, heās being a smartass. Youād think someone so excruciatingly ticklish would know better. Heās always so firm. His gaze is strong and confident, he never breaks, never falters. Occasionally, you can see a smirk tug at his lips, or hear a low, rumbling chuckle, but almost nothing more than that.
Itās makes it so much more satisfying to have him in such a vulnerable state- to feel and watch every little jolt and reaction, break down that tough exterior. They feel the way his muscles twitch and tense under a soft, teasing touch. They watch the way his lips curl into a smile he canāt bite back. They hear the way his breath hitches in his throat, how he tries so very hard to suppress bubbly laughter.
And maybe heāll tough it out for a minute or so, masking nervous giggles with low grumbles, empty threats, little growls, but he canāt hide the way his eyes shift nervously side to side, or the way his body reacts to long sharp nails dragging across ticklish ribs.
He canāt stand it. The way they watch him, the way they coo over him and taunt him, the way his skin crawls, and the way heās so completely helpless to stop it. He canāt control himself, or his reactions, and it feels like his nerve endings are on fire.
Heās strong, he knows he is. He can endure anything. Heās been interrogated and tormented and otherwise put through the wringer in every way imaginable, and Leon Kennedy does not beg.
But when fingertips slip under the thin fabric of his shirt and worm their way into outstretched hollowsā¦ well, he tries. He tries so hard to fight it, to work his way free or at least pull his arms down just a bit, but they wonāt budge and he canāt make it stop and he just canāt take it anymore. His only option is to ask so nicely for it to stop, and his mouth is forming the word āpleaseā before his brain can remind him who he is.
It almost never stops there, and it only gets more intense, and with every passing moment, the pit in his stomach grows heavier and heavier.
Heās so completely and utterly helpless. He canāt do anything to protect himself, his ego is bruised, and dignity went out the window the moment he resorted to pleading. Itās not even dignified with a proper response, just someone cooing in his ear in a horribly patronizing tone about how bad it must be, and suddenly heās babbling nonsense- trying to find a coherent sentence through all of the brain fog but it tickles so bad.
He canāt focus on anything else, but he canāt do anything about it, and he doesnāt even feel the first few drops bead at the corners of his pretty blue eyes.
And would you look at that?
It turns out Leon Kennedy does cry.
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Hi there, beauties! I hope you guys are as big of fans of this old guy crying as I am because thatās whatās happening tonight. I am still working on another ler Ryland piece but it got a little lengthy so hang in there.
Let's just cuddle. I'll be big spoon. I'll hold both your hands in one of mine, the one you're laying on. Hold nice and tightly now darling, that's it.
I'll nuzzle into your neck and gently blow in your ear, see if I can make that pretty blush appear on those cheeks.
Then I'll sneak my other hand up your shirt. Gently trace my nails over that ticklish tummy, feeling it quiver under my feather light touch. Ticklish? How adorable.
Hold still, my pretty little Lee. And shhhhh. That's it. If you let go of my hand, if you start to squirm, if you make so much as a squeak, that's when the tickling will really start.
I'll start to spider my nails over your sensitive skin. Don't laugh, remember! So good for me! Tickle tickle, all around this pretty tummy.... gentle nails gliding up and down these helpless ribs... does it tickle? No? Are you sure? You're looking very flustered darling... so you won't mind if I just swirl this finger around this cute bellybutton, hmm? Round and round and round, so gentle, so light. Look at you biting your lip, you're being so good for me.
What if I just wriggle these fingers up and down this side? Those muscles flinching... so pretty. Was that a gasp? Hmm, I wonder if just peeling back the waistband ever so slightly, just to tickle these hips would coax out some pretty giggles... there's that smile.
Shhh, that's it darling. Don't laugh. Don't move. You've got this. I'll just tickle tickle this pretty body until you just can't take it anymore, all while you can't move or make a sound. Let's see how far you can push yourself, how much anticipation you can take before you take that ticklish plunge and let all those gorgeous reactions go, before you give in and let me tickle you silly. I've got you, sweetheart, but remember, you're always the one in control š
