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Master-list! (...Is that what these are called?)
I write fics! I don't write a lot, but I'm already losing track of what I've written! And you might be losing track too! For your finding pleasure, I'm gonna list all my fics here, and organise them!
P.s - I have been stolen by a university!!! So, will I keep up with this blog? Probably not! :( Thanks for all of the support so far though! I love you all you guys are crazy!
Miscelaneous:
Vampire men:
Long Male Vampire Drabble (NSFW (violence not sex)) - Gn! Human or Vampire Reader meeting solitary powerful vampire man with several soft spots. I really enjoyed this actually so please lmk if you want more. Very fluffy!
Link here
Resident evil:
Albert Wesker:
Unfair (NSFW) - Wesker Brainwashes n makes a pet out of a GN Reader:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Leon Kennedy:
Needy Leon HC (SFW) - Leon wants your attention!
Link here
Leon gets Pierced (SFW) - Leon STILL wants your attention!
Link here
You give Leon sloppy (NSFW) - It gets SLOPPY.
Link here
Bite Shift (NSFW) - Corrupt Cop Leon tries to assault a vampire reader, only to get absolutely rekt.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Leon Hurt / Comfort Fic (SFW) - You help Leon escape a horrible relationship
Part 1
Part 2
Leon Hurt / Comfort Fic (SFW) - Leon Helps comfort and convinces GN! Reader to Leave Abusive GN!Partner
Link here
Valentine's (SFW + NSFW) - Leon asks you out basically
Part 1 (SFW)
Part 2 (NSFW) (never tbh)
Give the Dog a Bone (SFW + NSFW) - Dogman! Leon and you get freaky!
Part 1 (GN!READER SFW)
Part 2 (F!READER NSFW)
Snowed In (NSFW) - Yeti! Leon saves you from the snow and warms you up inside!
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RE2, RE4 and grandpa (lol) Leon react to you being some scary creature thing (SFW) F!Reader lightly implied.
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Sometimes, I draw:
Puppy/kitty/normal Leon
Some things I want to write:
Fem reader (sorry) Lactates n Leon uhm... uh.. uahm...
Lots of sex!! But I don't know how to write it or what you want!!!
Here me out: 2 new ideas:
Demon / vampire reader + Sub / switch hunter leon ! (again!)
I crazy idea I have for a creature wesker but it's kinda very dark idk hmmm
PLEASE REPLY TO THIS TO ASK FOR STUFF! WHETHER I'LL DO IT OR NOT IDK BUT IT'LL BE FREE!!
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The Monster's Favorite (11): "Anything for You..." [can read here on AO3 or under the cut!]
Parings: One Sided Dwight/Reader
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: One Sided Attraction, Swearing, Slightly Obsessive Behavior, Guilty Pleasure
You can’t go back. Not after what happened last trial. He fucking saw! Dwight caught you not only with your pants down, but with you being fucked by the Demogorgon. And you didn’t even bat a fucking eyelash at it. How? What the fuck is wrong with you?! You can’t go back. You can’t. They all have to know. Right? Right??? But… but where can you go..? Should you chance going back? You’ll be pulled into a trial sooner or later, so, should you just rip the bandaid off now? God, you don’t know. You don’t know what to do…
You were already on your way back to camp out of sheer habit. Guess I already made my mind up… You felt sick. Sick! They’re all gonna chase you out. Scream at you. Hate you. They hate you. They must, right? You couldn’t stop shaking. Couldn’t stop thinking. Couldn’t stop the aching between your legs…
There they are. Some huddled around the fire, some sitting on the ground or on fallen logs. And him. Dwight. Standing off to the side by himself. You prayed that he wouldn’t notice you, but he immediately locked eyes with you. And looked away, blushing. You’re frozen in fear. He knows. But… no one is screaming or threatening you. Even he isn’t confronting you. He… didn’t tell anyone, did he..?
“Hey.”
You practically jump out of your skin as David clasps you on the shoulder. Hard. It took every ounce of your willpower to not burst into tears.
“Dwight feels bad about you gettin mori-ed, or whatever ‘appened. Kept tellin ‘im that shite ‘appens, but you know ‘ow ‘e is.” … mori-ed..? Dwight, he… he lied to everyone..?
“O-Oh, y-yeah… Um, I’m not mad or a-anything, you know, a-already dead and all that. So, uh, I guess I’ll just-“
“Tell ‘im to stop kickin ‘is own arse, yeah? ‘e looks fuckin miserable.” David pats you on the shoulder and leaves you standing there. Absolutely pissing yourself in fear. Talk to Dwight..? No. Nope. I can’t. Can’t! No way..! No!
You began to shuffle towards him. Oh my God. What the fuck am I doing right now?! I’m so fucking stupid. He’s gonna yell at me. Scream and tell everyone what happened. I’m so fucked. I’m fucked. I’m-
“H-Hey, Dwight…” He glances over at you, but is unable to maintain any form of eye contact with you.
“H-Hey…” He nervously chews his nails, trying to hide his blush. Oh God…
“U-Um…” What the fuck are you suppose to say? ‘ I’m sorry you caught me fucking the Demogorgon.’? Jesus Christ…
“I’m sorry I ran away.” Wait. What..? You blink, confused.
“W-What..?” You’re stunned. He’s sorry. To you. For running away..?
“I-I feel like a coward. I saw you being hurt and I-I just… just…” Dwight sniffles, rubbing the back of his hand against his eyes. This isn’t happening. This… is worse than what I was expecting…
“N-No! Don’t- Dwight, you are not a coward! I-I was… already dead, okay? When stuff like that happens… I-I’m already… dead…” Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry…
“I- yeah… I’m s-sorry…” He can’t look at you. Every time he looks at your face he sees… sees that look of… Dwight shifts from foot to foot, shying away from your gaze. Though you don’t notice, he’s trying to hide something from you. And himself…
“It’s okay… S-Stop apologizing, ok? I’m n-not mad at you. A-Are… we okay..?” You hold your breath, terrified at his answer.
“O-Of course! I… could never s-stay mad at you, Y/N…” He almost has his back to you, but you assume it’s because he’s just being awkward, not because he’s actively trying to hide something . You do feel a sense of relief was over you, though. Dwight was one of the precious few you don’t think you could live without, so to hear that, well, he isn’t gonna tell everyone your dark secret, and that the two of you were gonna be ok…
“Thank you, Dwight. I don’t know what I’d do if you were mad at me…” Without thinking, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. He stiffens, but quickly relaxes a little. He makes it a point to keep his leg between the two of you, but you barely pay it any mind. He hugs you back tightly, and you rub soothing circles up and down his back. This feels… nice… You don’t want it to end, but eventually the two of you release each other.
“H-Hey, it’s gonna be ok, Y/N. J-Just hang in there, ok? For w-what it’s worth, I got your back.” That did you in. Tears burst from your eyes.
“Thank you, Dwight… You h-have no idea what that m-means to me right now…” You hold back a sob, and he pats you on the back, reassuring you that everything’s gonna be ok.
“Sorry… I-I’m fine. I… think I need to lay down for a while…” You mumble. You were fucking exhausted. And other things that you’re gonna blatantly ignore for as long as possible…
“Y-Yeah… Same, actually. Try to g-get some rest, Y/N. I’ll see you later?”
“Yeah. Bye, Dwight…”
The two of you part ways. You going to your little hiding hole while Dwight made his way to his own little safe spot. But not before someone stops him.
“Hey.”
Dwight turns and sees Jake standing there with his arms crossed. He looks troubled, to say the least.
“Y-Yeah..?”
“What’s up with her?”
“W-Who?”
“Y/N.” Dwight’s a little surprised. Jake was always a loner, rarely socializing, even after all this time but was always a team player when it counted. But to take interest in you randomly…
“Um, nothing, I guess? She s-seemed ok when I talked to her…” Dwight chewed on his already too short nails. Jake took a step forward. He took an unconscious step back.
“You sure about that?” What is he..?
“Uh, if you're worried about her, why not talk to her. She’s not gonna get mad at you, you know…” Dwight doesn’t know what he wants from him. He just wants to get away…
“Alright, alright. Just- if you notice anything… fucked up happening, let me know, ok?” Wait. ‘Fucked up’..?
“W-What’s that supposed to mean?” Jake gave Dwight a serious look.
“Dude, I fucking swear, something is happening, and it’s not fucking good. I have no proof, but it’s- it’s just a gut feeling, I guess. Just keep an eye on her, ok?” Jake pats Dwight on the shoulder then turns to leave. Something fucked up…
“I-I’ll keep an eye out…” He rocks on the balls of his feet. Jake throws him a thumbs up over his shoulder.
Turning himself, he makes his way to his private little spot. Fucked up things are already happening. Dwight knew this, and Y/N knew that he knew. But, she didn’t say anything. She’d tell him if she needed help, right? Yeah… Y/N knows that he has her back. So, it’s okay! It’s gonna be okay… Dwight fidgets uncomfortably. He’s had a hard time focusing on anything. All he can think about is… is… He looks around, making sure that no one, especially you, could see him. Nope. Looks clear…
He stares down at his shame that’s straining against his pants. He’s never been more ashamed of himself. This is wrong. Wrong to feel this way over what he saw . But, he couldn’t help himself… You looked so… happy. So beautiful… Dwight began to rub himself. It feels good, but he’s nauseous. He had heard you yelling and thought that you needed help, only to find you face down and ass up with the Demogorgon breeding you. He just didn’t walk up at an inopportune time. He watched almost the entire damn thing. And he didn’t just watch. How could he just watch..? You sounded like an angel…
Biting his lower lip, he frees his cock from his pants. It's already weeping precum, sensitive and ready to fucking explode . Giving his cock a cautious stroke, he makes sure he’s well lubricated before continuing. Dwight never had much thought about his dick size. He’s perfectly average in every sense of the word, and tried his best to not worry about it too much. But, he knows that he’s no match for the beasts, here. Would you even take his seriously? Would you laugh and tell him to get lost? No… This is Y/N he’s talking about! You wouldn’t hurt his feelings like that, would you? You’re always kind, even to a fault. You wouldn’t ridicule his size, you’d be soft. Gentle. Loving…
Dwight hisses between clenched teeth. He pretends that his hand is yours, imagining how smooth your skin would be, how gentle your grasp would be, how- Ngghh..! He’s already so close… You drive him crazy..! Disregarding any form or pacing, he focuses on cumming as quickly as possible. It won’t take much. He thinks back on the last trial. You, on your knees, with the Demogorgon fucking you wildly. A noticeable bulge being imprinted against your abdomen. You, moaning so sweetly… Hnng- So much cum that you’re bloated. Begging for more. More… Ugghh-! GUUUHH! HAA!~ AH!~
He’s suddenly spilling over his own knuckles, curling in on himself from the intensity. Screwing his eyes shut, Dwight sees your overwhelmed, fuck-out facial expression. God… You’d need to be taken care of… He’d do anything for you. Anything at all. After a few shaky pumps, he’s exhausted himself. Wiping his hand on his pants, he tucks himself away, attempting to make himself presentable. The nausea hasn’t gone away. Dwight feels sick with himself. If you ever found out that he thinks of you while doing that… You’d hate him, surely… You’d never want to talk to him again. Hate him. You would hate him…
Dwight chews on his broken and bleeding nails. You can’t know. Never. Ever. This will stay here, in his little corner. Dwight will always do anything in his power to help you. To protect you. He’ll keep your secrets. Nobody will ever know. He’ll take them to the grave. He’d do anything for you. Anything at all...
Perhaps... Perhaps I am sick, mentally.
The Monsters' Favorite (29): Just Talkin About the Weather [can read here on AO3 or under the cut]
Pairings: Dwight/Reader
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Boring, Fluffy Intercourse
He loves you. You love him. The two of you decided that it’s time to do the dirty. Respectfully, of course.
Things were much easier to bear with someone by your side. This was true with just about anything, any kind of hardship is made much lighter when someone else is helping carry half the load from your shoulders. That’s just what Dwight did for you, even if he didn’t realize just how much he did for you. There’s no way you could ever repay him for what he has done for you, but damn it, you’d sure as hell try. You’ll make sure to show it every time you see him. With every hug, every kiss, every tender moment the two of you share, you’ll make him understand just how important he is to you.
You’ve both decided to take things to the next level, though not without taking things incredibly slow and with a lot of communication. You’re extremely grateful for this. It feels like you finally have some control over your life once more. And Dwight couldn’t be happier to oblige you, all he wants is to make you happy and comfortable. And he did. Oh, Entity, he always makes you feel so safe and happy… You’d do anything to show him how he makes you feel…
The two of you were in Autohaven Wreckers so that you’d both have some actual privacy. Well, privacy from the other survivors, that is. It was unclear how many eyes were actually on you two, but neither of you really cared. All that mattered was that you were with one another, all close and with relative freedom to do the things that you weren’t able to do at camp, and that’s all that matters.
You were sitting on Dwight’s lap, placing gentle, butterfly-like kisses on his neck and jawline. He had placed one of his hands on your hips while the other smoothed up and down your clothed back. Humming, you pulled back so you could see his face. Dwight’s face was flushed, glasses slightly askew and was worrying his bottom lip. He’s so cute…
“H-Hey… You okay..?”
“Mmhmm… Y-Yeah, I’m f-fine…” He whispered softly, shyly looking at you. “H-Heh… S-Sorry… Just, um, a little nervous, I s-suppose?” His voice cracks slightly, making him duck his head out of embarrassment. You cup his cheek, bringing his gaze back to your face.
“It’s okay… Hey… It’s okay, Dwight. You don’t have to be nervous. It’s just me, after all.” You chuckle softly, giving him a warm smile. You can see him fighting with himself, with how his brows furrowed and his grip on your hip tightening just a little bit, before relaxing as he releases a breath you didn’t realize he was holding.
“Mmm… I-I know… I jus- Well, it’s you, so how can’t I be nervous? I-I just… want to make you happy…” You nuzzle into the crook of his neck, giggling breathlessly.
“Oh, Dwight… You do make me happy… So happy…” Looking at him once more, you watch his eyes flick between your lips and your eyes, before shyly looking away when he sees that you noticed where he was looking. How can someone be so adorable… You muse as you tip his chin upwards slowly before pressing your lips to his.
His lips were as chapped as yours, but you hardly noticed. They were so warm… With a shaky sigh, Dwight returns the kiss, rubbing circles into the swell of your hip with his thumb. You gently caress his bottom lip with your tongue, asking for permission that he excitedly grants, parting his lips so you could slip your tongue into his eager mouth. The kiss was a little clumsy and sloppy, but you couldn’t care less. It's the best damn kiss you’ve ever had.
He allows you to take the lead, preferring to have you take control in situations like this. You always treat him so well… Dwight has never had much confidence in being intimate, so having you take charge really puts him at ease. Especially since you’re so damn good at it. Already, he could feel how uncomfortably tight his pants are becoming, and the fact that you kept grinding on him really did help matters, too.
You relish how easy it was to push him over the edge. Already, he was whimpering into your mouth, clinging onto your dress with a death grip as he did everything in his power not to buck into your hips. You couldn’t stop the smile from tugging at the corner of your lips. He’s always trying to be so considerate… It’s so sweet… Nipping at his lower lip, you place your palm on his chest, slowly sliding it down until it’s just above the waistband of his pants.
Sheepishly, he breaks the kiss, worrying the fabric of your dress between his fingertips. “A-Are you okay with t-this..? I mean-! I’m okay with it, I-I jus- if you ever want to sto- MMHMM?!” You silence him with another heated kiss, tugging at his belt.
“I- Mmmm… Want thi- Hmmphh…~ I want you, Dwight… I love you…” You stumbled over your words in between kisses, heat pooling in your core. You did love him. Fuck, you love him… You suppose that puts him more at ease, because he’s much more relaxed than before, even allowing his hands to roam your body underneath your clothing! You’re so proud of him…
After you finally manage to free him from the confines of his pants, he sighs softly in relief, which quickly turns into a wanton moan as you drag the length of your wet sex along his twitching member. He blushes, attempting to hide his face out of embarrassment, but you captured both sides of his face with your hands before he was able to, stroking his cheeks with the pads of your thumbs.
“Hey, where do you think you’re going, mister..?” You cooed, squishing his cheeks in your palms. Oh, Entity, he looks miserable, with that pout on his lips, watery eyes and beet red face… You couldn’t stop a squeal from slipping past your lips as you nuzzled his face. Dwight felt like he was about to cry. Not because you were hurting his feelings or anything, but because he’s never had someone fawn over him like this. Especially when… well, when his cock is firmly pressed to your unclothed sex like this… He doesn’t know what to do with himself when he’s around you. You drive him crazy in the best ways possible…
“Don’t hide from me, okay..? Your face, your voice, your reactions… I want to see it all.” You rest your forehead against his, resting a hand on his shoulder before gently squeezing it. Dwight briefly looks away before quickly looking back into your eyes, nearly swooning at how softly you were looking at him. He nods shyly, resting a hand on your bare hip. Smiling, you place a chaste kiss on his lips before rolling your hips against his.
He doesn’t attempt to hide the moan that spills from his lips as you grind against him. Dwight rests his head against the wall behind him, watching you move along his length. He bucked against your hips, whimpering as you caressed his cheek with your fingertips. Oh it felt so good… But it was becoming more and more difficult to control yourself. You needed him… and you’re sure that he needs you, too. Maybe now’s the time..?
“A-Are you ready, honey..? I-I don’t think I can wait much longer…” You chuckled nervously. Dwight readjusts his glasses, fiddling with them for a little too long. You almost thought something was wrong, before you saw a flustered smile creep up on his face, cheeks somehow reddening even more than they already were.
“I- ahem! Um… s-same, actually I- uhh… I- S-Shit, I’m sorry I- heh, S-Still nervous- Sorry…” You chuckle, and he laughs a little, too. You both were a bit nervous, but that’s okay. The way he squeezed your hip and trailed his hand up and down your back, the way he looked at you, you knew everything was okay.
You gently wrapped your hand around his length, pausing to make sure that he wasn’t uncomfortable. When he sheepishly nods, giving you the go ahead, you give him a few slow strokes, watching how he furrows his brows and flutters his eyes shut, gnawing on his chapped lips. That warmth in your core was rapidly spreading to the rest of your body, making you feel all fuzzy and giddy. You raise up slightly, using Dwight’s shoulder to steady yourself, you line him up to your entrance, shuddering in anticipation. He fumbles before settling on taking hold of the back of your thighs, holding some of your weight as you slowly lower yourself down onto his cock.
Ohhh fuuuck, you knew it would feel good, but you didn’t expect it to be that intense. You both whine and moan as he bottoms out inside of you, trembling and shuddering. Dwight immediately clings to you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You hold him tight, running your fingers through his hair.
“ Haaa… A-Are y-you… okay..?” You mumbled softly into his temple. Dwight furiously nods his head, squeezing you tighter. You chuckle breathlessly, allowing your full weight to rest on his lap.
You don’t immediately start moving, instead you opt to hold him close, enjoying the feeling of being so intimately full. Sighing, Dwight relaxed a little, leaning back and letting his hands wander a bit around your soft skin. You hum, the gentleness of his touches leaving you a bit ticklish, but overall feeling heated, as little jolts of pleasure were shooting though your body.
Much sooner than you’d like to admit, you were involuntarily twitching around his cock, struggling to keep your hips still. Dwight seemed to be struggling, too, with how much he was shaking underneath you. Placing a kiss to the side of his face, you lean towards his ear.
“D-Dwight… I love you so much. Are you ready..?” Dwight kneads your side, taking a deep breath.
“Y-Yeah..! D-Definitely. I-I love you t-too, Y/N…” You smashed your lips against his, slipping your tongue into his mouth before raising your hips and sliding back down his length.
Dwight can’t help but to whine as you ride him, gripping onto your hips and tangling his fingers in the back of your hair. He was average in both length and girth, more than perfect in your eyes and, well… other places, too. He always worried that he wouldn’t be good enough for you, but, really, he was wonderful . You couldn’t ask for better, and you didn’t even want better. You just wanted him.
He felt so fucking good inside of you. Already, you felt as though you were about to cum, even though you had only just started fucking him. The way he looked at you, whimpering your name while holding onto you so tight..? Shit..! You buried your face into his shoulder, moaning his name as your hips picked up its pace, a wet squelch echoing in the small building the two of you were in.
It didn’t take long for Dwight to reach the end of his rope. You were so warm and tight… He really did try to hold out for your sake, but God damn it, you made that so fucking difficult. Especially when you began to grind the tip of his cock against your sweet spot, with how tightly your soft walls clenched against his length, and how you moaned so sweetly in his ear..! It really was more than he could stand! He- Ohh..! He’s not going to last much longer..!
“A-AHH..! N-NGHH! Y-Y/N-! Shit! I ca-! HAA..! I-I CAN’T ..!” You pick up your pace, shushing him with a messy kiss.
“MMHM-! ‘s oka-ay..! I-It’s o-okay..! OHHH..!~ P-Please, D-Dwight..! Don’t- AH ! D-Don’t hold back! I-I want it..!” You nip at the shell of his ear, toes curling as his hips snap against yours suddenly. The grip on your hip tightened as he finally started to let go, rutting and bucking into your wet heat desperate to feel more of you.
Gasping, you cling onto his shoulders, allowing him to fuck you as he pleased. To actually see Dwight, of all people, let go of his inhibitions and just go with the flow..? Fuck, it was so sexy… And it didn’t take much to tip you over your own peak, at this point. To both of your surprises, you were the one to cum first. And holy SHIT, if you didn’t cum hard.
It was one of the more intense orgasms that you’ve ever had that left you curling in on yourself, with your legs shaking and a high pitched whine rising up from the back of your throat. Stars bled through your vision, and just as you thought that it couldn’t get any better than this, Dwight, himself, is unable to hold out any longer.
“O-Ooohh s-shhi-it ..! F-FUCK Y/N! I-I ca-! I’M- NNGHH !! I LOVE- OH GOD! I FUCKING LOVE YOU SO MUCH-!! I-I’M C-C-CU-UMMING!!”
You’re crushed to his chest as he cums inside of you, cock throbbing and twitching irregularly as your walls sporadically clamp down around him, milking his cock further. You both hold each other tightly, panting and struggling to come down from your highs. Dwight’s cum was warm and slick inside of you, making you feel pleasantly full and oddly satisfied. He buries his face into your hair, wrapping his arms around you while fiddling with your dress absentmindedly. You do the same with his shirt, not really wanting to ruin the comfortable silence that was between the two of you.
Neither of you moved from one another, and he remained inside of you, still hard and twitching every now and then. You sneak a glance at his partially hidden face, eyes softening at how emotional he seemed. He wasn’t crying, but he was close to doing so. A part of you was, too, though not in a bad way. You were… happy. Very happy. Happy that you had someone so special that didn’t shun you or was disappointed in you. Happy that he loved you as much as you loved him. Happy that such a person would have anything to do with you at all. He really was too good for you…
Shifting your weight, you sit upright so that you’re facing him. Dwight rubs his eyes underneath his glasses before raising them up and resting them on the top of his head. Even with red eyes and a flushed face, he’s incredibly handsome in your eyes, and seeing him without glasses on is an interesting plus. A small smile tugs at the corners of your mouth as you cup the side of his face lovingly. He returns the smile, placing his hand over yours while turning his face so he can kiss the palm of your hand. Butterflies wrack your stomach, something warm blooms in your chest and if you weren’t certain before, now you sure as hell were. You fucking love this man, and he loves you too. Giggling, you push him against the wall, passionately kissing him as you tug at his loosened tie.
“So, ready for round two..?~”
GRAAAAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I’m not even trying to be funny right now but I just burst into tears thinking about RE2R Leon. He really was just a baby. LIKE LOOK AT HIM?? OH MY GOD 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔
THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING NOOOO WHY WON'T THEY LISTEN 😭
CAN I PLEASE HAVE HIM BACK
CAN I PLEASE HAVE HIM BACK
PLEASE
Honestly tragic
something fluffy i did for werewolf wednesday yesterday🐺💕
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Me when I have a new simping arc
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SEX EDUCATION
re2!leon kennedy x afab!reader // 2.5k words
summary: You tell him that you need to practice a certain set of skills, and he's more than happy to oblige. His lack of experience is simply a... bonus of the arrangement.
warnings: 18+ only. heavy corruption and praise kink. reader is a weirdo but everything is explicity consensual.
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You sink to your knees before the couch, between the wide spread of Leon's legs, and a ruddy blush blooms out along his cheeks. Timid and tender, the color of ripe cherries painted beneath the skin. You know he would taste just as sweet.
“You've really never done this before?” you ask, question absent of accusation, fingers massaging his upper thighs through the fabric of his jeans. A simple up and down, thumbs digging into the muscle.
He shakes his head, eyes glassy and reverent, hands white-knuckling the edge of the cushion. Hasn't even pulled his cock out and he's already trembling, hips twitching when your touch wanders too close to the crease of his thighs. You do it on purpose, again and again, just to watch him squirm.
The rush of power triggers something dark and miasmic inside your brain. A lurking, infectious thing with its heart set on ruining the man before you, feeding on his innocence. It opens its maw and gnashes its teeth as you palm him through his unzipped pants, mouth watering at the hardness beneath your teasing fingers.
(”You've done more than I have,” he huffs, pointedly ignoring the weight of your curious gaze. “Not sure if dry humping on your girlfriend's couch even counts.”)
Poor, needy thing.
You've had this sickness in your gut for a while, an infectious miasma that grew and grew alongside your relationship with Leon. An infatuation years in the making, brought to climax when you shared your troubles regarding a non-existent sex life.
He gasps a stuttering breath, eyes fluttering shut when you slip a hand beneath his underwear. Already, the tip slicks wet with precum. Twitches heavy against your hand, seeking, a primal plea rooted deep in his DNA.
(”Haven't sucked a dick in so long I think I've forgotten how.” Catalystic words, grumbled on the same couch he's spread out on. A simple act of testing the waters, splashing your feet around to get a feel of the temperature.
He looks over at you all wide-eyed, an eagerness stamped down by his fear of rejection, the neck of a fresh beer strangled beneath his fingers. Condensation drips down the glass, a perfect circle wetting the thigh of his jeans.
You can think of a better reason for those fingers of his.)
His cock springs up when you tug down his underwear, and a long moment passes of shuffling before his pants wind around his ankles, stuck on his sneakers. You sit back, hands resting on the inside of his knees, a steadfast, calming pressure as you take him in. Muscular legs dusted in fine blond hair, thickening as you close in on his groin. The pretty curve of his cock, the flush-pink head. You swallow down a rush of spit that fills your mouth, already anticipating the taste of him on your tongue.
The sudden sound of him clearing his throat stops your starting.
“Ready?” you ask, leaning in close, nuzzling at his lower belly through his shirt. He smells good, like the fresh pine of body wash and clean, flower-pressed clothes.
How sweet of him.
“Yeah.” His voice breaks on the word, hips twitching forward on the cushion.
Cute cute cute cute—
“Stay still for me, okay?” A test to see how well he follows directions, your smile soft, tender at its seam.
His little mutter of, “Yeah,” ignites a wave of heat down to the pit of your gut. So obedient, driven by hindbrain desperation. Fit to burst down the middle.
You start out slow—a trail of loving pecks up the underside of his cock. Ghosting your lips over the skin, depriving yourself of your urges to taste him. To sate your appetite. In turn, whatever resolve he managed to collect shatters at your touch. He gasps like he's been stabbed, hips locking at the last second to avoid disobeying your request.
Spit pools in your mouth, settles in the little divot your tongue makes when you curl it, only to be spread over the vein that runs underside his length. It pulses against your touch, jerks toward his belly when you circle over his frenulum.
“Where you going?” you ask, lips spread into a teasing smile.
A second passes before he breaks into a laugh, head collapsing against the back of the couch, and all the tension is vacuumed from the room. Easy to pretend that this arrangement is long-followed routine, more for his sake than yours.
When the giggles have settled, you take him into the wet heat of your mouth. You hum at the taste of him, the salt-musk of precum, the cleanliness of his skin—
The beast settles, bares its belly from within the cage of your chest.
“Oh, fuck.” Leon reaches up to grip your shoulders, fingers fisting in your shirt when you hollow out your cheeks and swallow him down. “Shit—please—”
He babbles as you work him over, languid bobs of your head that leave him shivering, each inhale a shaky gasp. A lightning-strike fire of unused nerves, impossibly sensitive.
Each reaction from his body licks over your ego, whispers to it sweet nothings, strokes you between the legs with a timid finger. You knew he would be good (so, so good for you) but you never could've imagined this. A sweet little thing, fully ripe, tasty. Skin and all.
When your nose meets his groin, cockhead lodged in the sheath of your throat, he cums without warning—hips grinding against your face, knees locking against your shoulders to keep you in place; the poor thing reduced to basal instinct, rationale fried by orgasm. He attempts some semblance of one, a pitiful whine that dies in his throat, but it doesn't bother you.
You swallow it all anyway.
A tinge of sadness curls in your belly. If only you could have tasted him.
You pull away from him with a wet pop, eyes darting up to his face. You're no better than him. No less a kneeling dog, hungry for validation.
It was good, right? Didn't I do good?
He dips his chin toward his heaving chest and meets your gaze, eyes lidded and watery, cheeks flushed. Pretty. So so pretty.
“That was… fast. I'm—”
“Don't. I liked it.” You crawl up next to him on the couch, hand soothing the skin of his thigh. “And besides, we can always work on it.”
He blinks at you, sluggish in his haze. Can only say, “That was… Jesus. Good.”
Inside, you preen. “Guess I didn't need the practice after all.”
“Fuck no.”
He dissolves into a fit of giggles. Exhales a deep, relaxed sigh. Turns his head to grin at you, and your heart swells to the point of sickly-sweet pain.
Yeah, you can work with this.
.
.
.
He looks at a wet pussy for the first time and forgets how to act.
Sat on his knees before the couch, your legs spread out atop the cushions, he flushes red from the tops of his cheeks down to the neckline of his shirt, eyes alert and searching.
(”Can you teach me how to… ya know?”
You don't know, but then his eyes dart to your lap, a nod of his head following.
Oh. Unexpected, but not unwelcome. Quite the opposite given the well of heat that rises in your belly.
“Are you sure?” you ask. “I don't want you to feel like you have to—”
“No, I want to.” His cheeks redden, a shy smile stretching his lips. “A lot.”)
You bite back a smile, adjusting your hips to balance on the edge. “You can touch me, ya know.”
He gives your face a glance, shoulders unfurling from around his ears at whatever expression he sees (no doubt one of anticipation, expectancy). Curls his fingers around your hips, touch gentle, almost wary in the way his thumbs soothe a path over your skin.
His lips twitch into a wincing smile. “I don't really know where to start.”
Something black and viscous twists in your belly. The source of your wickedness—why your insides clench at the plight of his innocence; why you fight the urge to grin at the smallness of his voice.
“Just give it a little kiss. Try different things.” You brush a hand through the silk of his hair, smile loose on your lips. “There's no rush, okay?”
He nods, and a warm breath of air washes over the slick of your cunt. Relief at your relaxation. You reach down and part your inner labia with fore and middle finger, your other hand stretching over the crown of his head to coax him closer.
When his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip, your muscles clench around emptiness, a gnawing ache that pangs in your belly. A great chasm of need begging to be stated.
Baby steps. Patience stretched thin for the end reward.
“Have you ever seen a pussy up close?”
He shakes his head, hums his dissent as his eyes dissect you between the legs. You must look a needy mess, slicked up and spread open for him, ready for feasting.
“What do I—” He cuts himself off with a thick swallow, a blink, before the wet muscle of his tongue licks a slow path from hole to clit.
Poor, lost baby. So ready to please, to make you feel good in spite of his inexperience. But you'll teach him. Show him how to properly eat a pussy.
Your hips jolt, a low moan punched from your chest. On instinct, your fingers twist in the silk of his hair, fist a steady weight against the back of his head. He shifts, hands moving to grasp the back of each thigh, opening you up as his tongue licks over your cunt.
He lacks rhythm and just misses your clit on each upstroke, but you applaud his tenacity. The wet squelch each time his tongue dips into your hole, a tease that makes your hips jolt.
When you catch his gaze (his eyes so pretty as they look up at you, puppy-doggish, the blue swallowed by a central sea of black just begging for praise), your teeth catch on your lower lip.
“How's it taste?” you ask, free hand rising to pluck at a nipple.
He sighs against you, pulls away a moment to groan, “Good,” before diving back in.
For all his eagerness, you refuse to cave easily. He needs to earn your pleasure, learn for himself what makes you feel good. But he's observant, malleable. Internalizes your reactions, files each of them away until he hits his mark. Unfortunately, he doesn't understand the importance of consistency just yet.
His desperation keeps you engaged, indefinitely on edge. An anxious bird flitting between trees, never settling in one place—the nest is right there, swollen and sticky and so so sensitive, and if he'd just touch it—
You end his torment by grabbing his face, palms cupping his jaw, a cooing voice that says, “Here, baby.” A finger ghosting over your clit, a map for his tongue to follow.
A jolt shocks your spine when his lips seal around your clit, fingers dimpling the fat of your thighs, and he sucks. Mouth impossibly hot, drooling down the seam of your cunt. The hum of his groan leaves you fisting his hair between your fingers, pulling him closer.
You trap him there with both hands on either side of his head, orgasm unraveling from the base of your spine, a slow spill of sticky molasses. A long-played game of accidental edging wore down your resolve.
He whines against you, suckling in uneven spurts that, in any other circumstance, would leave you groaning in frustration, but his eyes stare up at you all wide and wet. Pleading. Starving for it.
(what a sweet, pitiful thing he is; how could you not wish to keep him?)
The dark miasma of your need rears its ugly head, a steady purr vibrating your ribs—
You cum with a sharp jerk of your thighs, a tightening of your abdomen, and everything burns white-hot in the blackhole darkness behind your eyelids. He grips you hard enough to hurt in an effort to tug you closer, and pleasure-pain grinds your hips against his face.
And then everything stops. You sag against the couch with a heaving sigh as he licks his tongue over your cunt, cleaning you much like a dog would a wound.
Your very own obedient little puppy.
“Good boy,” you sigh, smoothing his hair away from his forehead. “So, so good.”
Behind him, you swear you see a ghostly tail begin to wag.
.
.
.
The following weekend, he lets you fuck him. You only ask the question once, phrase it as polite as possible lest his brain leak out through his ears—
(”Ya know, you're missing out on the whole sex thing.”
“Is it really that good?”
“Yeah. I can show you, if you want.”)
You seat yourself on his cock and admire the honey-silk stretch, the tautness of his belly beneath your fingers, the shine of his eyes as he stares up at you. His hands suspended in air next to your waist, body frozen as all rationale drains from his brain down to the pinpoint pleasure of velvety heat.
He cums after the fourth bounce of your hips—long, languid pumps that swallow him from root to tip. The squelch from your cunt overwhelms the hush of your bedroom, following each involuntary clench of your muscles.
It took nothing to get you wet for him: the mere thought of being his first, a bit of kissing, his fumbling touches beneath your shirt. A tangible devotion. A need to impress.
How pretty he looks spread out on your bed is just a bonus.
It's the cutest thing you've ever seen. How he reaches for your hand (he needs the comfort you suppose), bucks up into you, moans high-pitched and whiny. Head pressed back into the pillow, blushed neck on full display. You wish to sink your teeth into the thrumming pulse, taste blood in the back of your throat. A gift for the occasion.
But you don't. Can't scare him away just yet—not when you've made so much progress.
You stay seated until his breathing evens out and his eyes flutter open, and then you catch them in the reflection of lamp light: a line of tears that disappear into his hairline.
“Ohhhh, poor baby. It's okay.” Your hand cups his jaw, lips pressing soft to his forehead. “You did so well.”
“I didn't last,” he whines pitifully against your shoulder.
And yet you still ache. A bottomless pit of need, the thing inside you more ravenous than ever. An ache so great you could cry, too.
But you have plenty of time to get yours.
“Then we'll have to do it again, won't we?”
He grunts in response, big hands grabbing your hips. The air thickens as if your bedroom holds its breath, waiting on a decision.
When he rolls you onto your back and crawls down the bed, your legs part on instinct.
This is SO CUTE!
