GO SPORTS TEAM!

Masterlist Huge sports enthusiast (Football and motorsports mainly) She/her 22

[luveline]

leon talking to himself all the time… leon forgetting you’re in the room with him… leon telling himself to get you flowers, doesn’t realise you’re in earshot, because his girl’s just so nice that she deserves something as pretty as she is… and leon forgetting to tell you where he’s going as he leaves but returning with a small bouquet, a candy bar, and an accomplished smile, his task completed dutifully

[cherriesofall]

[soilents]

soap #1 cat lover probably

Bonus sergeant Meowrrick and captain Mrrice!!!

i also decided to set up a twitter ^^ @/soilentss, i’ll post some sketches there soon, feel free to check it out !

[cinnamnt]

i can’t stop thinking about this soulless husk i saw at a thrift market today. like okay um Hi

[littleguysdaily]

[picascribit]

There are 2 types of fanfic:

fanfic that I like

fanfic that is none of my business

[cametoile]

Could you write about reader who gets nauseous easily but doesn't get sick? I've been struggling with this for like 2 weeks straight and would love some Leon fluff. Preferably RE4 Leon but any would be great!

leon who...

immediately noticed your expression turn sour. when it first happened, leon thought you were just overreacting to one of his stupidly clever jokes. "come on, you know it was— oh." he paused dead in his speech after he saw you make a beeline down the hall. "didn't like that one too much, huh?" he'd mutter to himself, clearing his throat.

follows you down the hall to where the light is shining in the bathroom. he rushes to your side quickly upon seeing you hunched over the toilet. "oh, baby..." he'd say and hold your hair back from your face when he saw you gagging. he'd frown, wondering why you were so nauseous all of a sudden.

would rub your back to calm you down and soothe you. he noticed that you weren't really throwing up, just gagging a little bit, but he was concerned nevertheless. "what's goin' on, baby?" he'd ask. you turned you head to the side a bit while wiping your mouth, letting out a soft, "i don't know..." your eyes were glossy and your throat was tight as you rasp out a reply.

presses a soft kiss to your temple upon seeing your dejected form. he'd help you up off the floor and urge you to take a tums or whatever other nausea meds he had around. "just... drink some water, okay? don't want you actually throwin up."

would snuggle you into into his arms afterwards, rubbing soothing circles into your belly until you fell asleep in his arms.

started to see this was a recurring thing for you, so he quickly took the liberty of stocking up on plain foods like crackers, applesauce, and electrolyte drinks just in case.

becomes more physically affectionate. whenever you'd start to frown up from the pit forming in the back of your throat and started letting out little dry coughs, he'd always pull you against his chest and rub slow, gentle circles on your back or your stomach. sometimes he'd just rest his hand on your belly and just hold it there for his peace of mind.

would pull you fully into his lap particularly rough evenings with a quiet "c’mere, baby," he'd rest his cheek against your temple and whispers things like: "i’ve got you," or "you're okay, baby." he always makes sure your head is tucked under his chin or resting right over his heart so you can hear the steady rhythm.

would immediately reassure you when you felt you were a burden to him. he’d pause the circles he was rubbing on your tummy and say, "hey, look at me," he'd start, and when you turned to him he presses a firm, quick kiss to your pouted lips. "this is my favorite part of the day. don’t ever apologize for letting me hold you." before snuggling you closer to him.

© cametoile ♡ + ↻

[cametoile]

[act iii]

"fuck, that’s it, sweetheart," leon says, his hands exploring your body as you struggle against the cuffs that prevented you from running away from his touches. leon had your legs spread wide, his large hands splaying across the inside of your shaky thighs to keep you from closing them. he had a small, buzzing vibrator kissed to your clit for about an hour now, pulling away right when he saw your poor cunt clench and your breathing start to quicken, leaving you whining and without release.

it was torture, to say the least. endless streams of tears were flowing down your hot cheeks, your eyebrows were pulled together in sheer frustration, and your lips were more than a little swollen from how badly you wanted to finish. but, for some reason, leon wouldn't let you. part of you wanted to beg and plead for him to just let you cum, and the other half of you just wanted to curse him out for making you suffer like this.

"god, you’re so fuckin’ wet, bet i could slide right in, huh?" leon comments, pressing the vibrator into your clit harder. his eyes flick up to your glossy ones when you let out a strangled moan, head falling back against the headboard where your hands are cuffed. his head dips down to pepper little kisses on your inner thigh, hand moving the vibrator in circles on your puffy clit which practically had its own heartbeat now.

"ohhh— fuck, leon— please i can’t, wanna cum so bad…" you plead, head tilting back down to meet his gaze. you’re so frustrated, so sensitive, and so on edge from the multiple ruined orgasms he’d made you endure, and you’d do just about anything to cum right now. leon’s hands still for a moment, the vibrator buzzing away in the quiet, intimate setting of your shared bedroom as he takes a moment to scan your figure.

he almost feels bad for you. almost. you'd been moaning helplessly, letting out such pretty noises that never failed to make his chest swell with pride. you were fucking drenched, proof of your arousal staining the sheets below you where leon had brought you up to your peak only to pull away at the last second, leaving you whining and clenching at the loss of stimulation. to say you were a little bit frustrated would be an understatement.

leon hums, gazing down once more at your sloppy cunt before prodding a finger at your hole experimentally. "yeah? you wanna cum, baby?" he questions mockingly, running his finger up and down your wet slit while staring at you expectantly. your cunt clenches obscenely, a poor attempt to pull his thick finger inside you. you were starting to get fed up with his teasing, and since you were restrained, there was quite literally nothing you could do about it.

you groan, disgruntled, a little louder than you liked as your patience began wearing thin from his endless teasing. you huff out a breath in frustration, rolling your eyes exasperatedly as you bite back, "can you fucking do anything?," you snap, pulling against the cuffs in a futile attempt to break free. you grumble, eyes flitting down to his to narrow them at him, annoyed. suddenly, the buzzing from the vibrator stops, and you immediately let out a pained whine at the absence in stimulation.

leon’s expression shifts instantly, eyes piercing and jaw tight as he narrows his eyes at you meticulously. his intense eyes are practically screaming, "you’ve lost your goddamn mind," and maybe you have, considering how long he’s had you like this.

"can i fucking do anything?" he repeats slowly, voice serious and low as his fingernails dig into the soft plush of your thigh. you wince slightly, hands instinctively pulling at the restraints at the painful feeling. he lets out a low chuckle, eyes never leaving yours as he shifts further up the bed, slowly inching closer to you.

"you better watch your fuckin’ mouth," he threatens, hand coming down to slap at your thigh harshly, pulling a sharp gasp from you. the skin where he slapped you stings deliciously, warming your entire body as your cunt clenches desperately around nothing. he's now leaned over you, hands fisted near your thighs as he invades your personal space, lips practically brushing against yours.

something in you burns like a wildfire with the way he's talking to you, and you're almost ashamed at how much you like it. you can't stop the words from leaving your lips as you stare into his eyes menacingly, "then you better fucking make me, leon," you challenge, gaze never faltering as you stare at him like you've got all the power in the world at your fingertips.

leon's brows raise amusedly, letting out a scoff in disbelief at your bold choice of words. he hums, hand moving up your form, fingertips ghosting over your hips, thighs, and finally resting at your waist before asking, "make you?" he repeats, hand reaching further upwards to curl his thick fingers around your throat slowly. your pulse hammers underneath his hand, gulping slightly as you watch how his demeanor shifts. "you’ve got a fucking death wish, don’t you?" he spits, squeezing his hand tighter around the circumference of your neck. you gasp slightly, the pressure of his fingers almost enough to have you a little hazy from the lack of air in your lungs.

"like you can handle what i’ll do to you," he starts, scoffing when he sees you gasping for air from his tight grip. he releases his hand slowly, and instead settles to grip your jaw with equal strength, forcing you to look into his dangerously dark eyes. "like you can take every inch without fucking crying," he mocks, tone clipped and sharp as he leans in impossibly closer, lips brushing against your own. his breath fans against your lips, the closeness making you shiver slightly from how intense the air feels. his gaze drops down to your lips, thumb brushing over it for a brief moment, almost gentle, before his hand leaves your jaw.

he gives your cheek a small, sharp smack, just enough to sting and make your skin blossom with warmth. you don't even register it at first, the action so unexpected that it takes a moment for you to even realize it happened. your eyes widen a little bit, mouth slightly ajar as you stare at him, shocked. his grip on your jaw forces you to look at him, and you don't dare to look away now. you almost feel ashamed at the way your needy cunt clenches at him slapping you, the action rooted in lust and dominance as your skin tingles from where he'd struck you.

"you're gonna take what i fuckin’ give you," and with that, he released your jaw only to slide his hand back down the length of your body, leaning back to get a better view of your trembling body that was like putty underneath his touch. his fingertips ghost over your chest for a brief moment, pausing to capture one hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger. he pinched it firmly, rolling the sensitive nub until a sharp whimper escaped your swollen lips. he hums in satisfaction, continuing his descent. he glides his fingers across your abdomen teasingly, finally stopping at the apex of your spread thighs.

his palm cupped your soaked, puffy cunt completely, letting the scorching heat of your arousal envelop his skin. the heel of his palm presses firmly against your swollen clit, while two thick fingers tease along your dripping slit, spreading your slick obscenely. you whine pathetically, hips bucking upward in a desperate attempt to gain more friction. leon's other hand instantly moves to your lower abdomen, holding you in place to stop you from chasing any form of pleasure without his guidance.

"don't," he warned, voice dark and commanding. "move one more fuckin' time and i promise you won't cum tonight. not once. got it?" he threatens, eyes serious and warning as they pierce into your glossy ones, voiced laced with authority that sent sparks of arousal straight to your tummy. leon waits expectantly for you to acknowledge him, and you offer him a weak nod. his hand smacks your cunt quickly, forcing a choked moan from you as you pull at the cuffs. "use your words," he clarifies, fingers rubbing against your folds as a sort of quiet consolation.

"yes— yes, i got it, 'm sorry— please," you whine, eyes teary as you stare into his serious ones, biting down on your lower lip to quiet yourself. he nods, humming in approval when you finally use your words, but it’s a low, almost mocking sound. his palm digs into your clit as he continues to palm your leaking cunt, the rough pads of his fingertips dragging up and down your fluttering hole teasingly.

"'m sorry," he mocks, tone condescending and voiced pitched up a few registers as he tilts his head, studying you. "now you're sorry? after acting like a fucking ungrateful brat?" his middle and ring fingers continue to tease your sopping hole, quite literally grazing the surface, never giving you the satisfaction of dipping fully inside.

no matter how furious you were with him for tormenting you for so long, you couldn't deny the way your insides twisted at the way he spoke to you. it was like you'd unlocked a new side of him, a stark contrast to his usually soft, yet guiding demeanor that never failed to make you fall apart. this leon was different. he was colder, meaner, a lot less tolerant. he stared down at you like you were something he owned and was growing increasingly impatient with. the usual softness in his eyes he got when he was guiding you through pleasure was completely gone. the thought thrilled and alarmed you.

"apologize," he starts, dipping his middle finger past your slit and sliding effortlessly into your soaked cunt. he doesn't move them yet, only lets you feel the thickness of the digit inside you. "tell me you're sorry for running that pretty little mouth, baby," he commands, and you whine when his finger curls inside you, clenching desperately around the singular digit.

"god, leon, 'm sorry, so fuckin' sorry, i'll take it, do whatever you want, just... please," you beg, tears threatening to spill from your eyes, voice cracking at the end of your slew of pleas.

leon’s eyes darken with satisfaction as he finally hears those desperate words spill from your lips. his finger curls slowly inside you again, pressing firmly against that sweet spot, rewarding your apology with just a taste of pleasure. "is that right?" he questions, voice low and rough with approval. "you really sorry? huh? gonna be my good girl and take what i give you?" he asks, pressing a second finger to your clenching hole while gazing up at you intently, monitoring your every response.

"yes, 'm ready, ready to be your good girl, please, leon, 'm so sorry-" you plead, almost embarrassingly, cunt fluttering around his finger that was pressed inside you.

leon’s eyes flash with dark satisfaction at your broken pleas, the way your voice cracks so prettily for him. he pushes the second finger in deep alongside the first, stretching your soaked cunt open as he curls both of them firmly against your g-spot.

"there she is," he praises, setting a steady pace with his fingers while curling the digits up with every push inside your wet cunt. "my fuckin' girl. no more of that attitude." he keeps fucking you with his fingers for a few more moments, enjoying the way your walls flutter and squeeze around him, your slick dripping down his hand. then his gaze shifts, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips.

"since you want to cum so badly..." he starts, reaching out next to your form to retrieve the bullet vibrator that had previously been abandoned. he clicks it on to the highest setting without hesitation, the loud buzzing filling the room instantly. your eyes widen and your breath catches as he brings the toy down between your spread thighs. "then you're gonna cum as many times as i fuckin’ want." he finishes, voice low and dangerous.

without another word, he presses the violently buzzing vibrator hard against your swollen clit. his fingers begin thrusting faster, curling brutally against your g-spot with every stroke. the sudden overwhelming assault rips a loud, broken moan from your throat as your entire body jerks violently against the cuffs. you were more sensitive than ever from the constant edging, and it's almost too much feeling his fingers pumping inside you alongside the vibrator pressed harshly against your throbbing clit.

"leon, oh, fuck— leon—!” you sob, thighs trembling uncontrollably. you could feel that familiar ball of heat curling in your tummy, signaling your orgasm which was rapidly approaching. you almost couldn't believe how close you were already.

"that's right," he grunts, grinding the toy in tight, merciless circles while his thick fingers pump relentlessly into your dripping cunt. "let it all out. c'mon, sweetheart. cum for me," he coerces, circling the vibrator on your wet clit while fucking his fingers inside you faster. at this rate, your thighs are shaking, wrists aching from pulling on the cuffs that bind you, and your throat was beginning to get sore from the loud cries you'd been letting out.

a broken, sobbing cry rips from your throat as your orgasm crashes over you. your walls clamp down hard around his thrusting fingers, pulsing and fluttering as you cum with shocking intensity. slick gushes out around his hand, soaking his wrist and the sheets beneath you while your entire body jerks and thrashes against the cuffs. leon watches every second of it with dark, hungry eyes. your cunt spasms hard around his thrusting fingers, gushing slick all over his hand and wrist as you cum harder than you have in a long time.

"fuck... there it is," he growls, voice low and satisfied. he monitors your expression intently— your eyes were shut tight, eyebrows deeply knitted together, and your lips were parted slightly as the prettiest of moans leave your mouth. he doesn’t give you any mercy. his fingers keep thrusting through your orgasm, dragging out every pulse and flutter of your cunt while the vibrator stays pressed hard against your clit, buzzing violently. he grinds it in tight, calculated circles, forcing the pleasure higher even as your body thrashes.

you whine loudly, attempting to pull your hips back from the overwhelming stimulation, but leon only yanks you back towards him. hot tears are streaming down your face, your heart beating fast in your chest as you drop your head in defeat, sobbing from the immense pleasure that was quickly turning into pain.

"oh no, baby. this is what you wanted," leon growls, yanking your hips back down onto his fingers with a firm, bruising grip. his voice is low, dark, and dripping with mockery. "you begged me to make you cum. now you’re gonna fuckin’ take it," he leans over you, fingers leaving your cunt while keeping the vibrator pressed to your sensitive bud. his hand grabs your jaw and forces your head up so you have to look at him through your blurry, tear-filled eyes.

"head up," he snaps. "you don’t get to hide that pretty face while i ruin you," leon finishes, his grip on your jaw tight enough to bruise as he forces you to keep looking at him. his blue eyes are dark, intense, and completely unforgiving as he stares down at your tear-streaked, broken face. the vibrator continues its violent buzzing against your swollen clit, and leon can't help but lean in to kiss you.

he captures your lips slowly, almost tenderly, though his grip on your jaw stays firm and possessive. his mouth moves against yours with surprising gentleness, like he’s savoring the broken little sounds you make. his thumb gently strokes your cheek even as tears continue to slip down your skin. you kiss him back desperately, hands pulling uselessly at the cuffs, the metal biting into your wrists as your body trembles beneath him.

leon hums softly into the kiss, the sound low and warm against your lips. he grinds the toy harder against your clit in slow, punishing circles, refusing to give you even a second of relief. your body jerks and thrashes, but he keeps you pinned in place with his weight and his bruising hold on your jaw. he pulls back from the kiss to look at you, and his eyes soften slightly when he takes in your broken expression, eyelids fluttering and lips bitten as you close your eyes to ground yourself.

"look at me," leon says firmly, though his voice carries unexpected gentleness. his thumb strokes your cheek again, almost lovingly. "eyes on me, sweetheart. don't close them," he squeezes your jaw a little tighter, tilting your face up until your teary eyes meet his once more. the vibrator never stops its brutal, buzzing assault on your swollen clit, and you choke out a whine that signals how close you are.

leon leans in and presses a surprisingly soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, then to your tear-stained cheek, his breath warm against your skin. "i know, baby," he whispers tenderly, almost soothing. "i know it's too much. but you're gonna take it anyway," the vibrator grinds hard against your swollen clit in slow, devastating circles that have you reeling, breath hitching and legs shaking under his control.

"keep those pretty eyes on me," leon murmurs, his voice low and intimate against your lips. his thumb continues its gentle, soothing strokes across your cheek even as he forces the vibrator harder against your throbbing clit. you’re shaking uncontrollably now, legs trembling violently, breath coming out in short, desperate hiccups. the overstimulation has turned everything into a dizzying mix of pleasure and pain, but leon refuses to let you escape even an ounce of it.

"c'mon, sweetheart. be my good girl," he coos, the tenderness in his voice and touch only making the overwhelming pleasure sharper. your body tenses hard, thighs shaking violently as the orgasm builds to an almost unbearable peak.

"ohh, fuck, leon— 'm cumming, please—" your thighs shake violently as the orgasm crests, slamming into you with overwhelming force. a broken, high-pitched cry tears from your throat as you cum hard again. your walls flutter violently, spasming while the vibrator grinds mercilessly into your throbbing clit. your entire body seizes up, back arching sharply off the bed as fresh tears spill down your cheeks.

"that’s it… fuck, look at you," he whispers tenderly, circling the vibrator against your clit to drag out your orgasm for as long as possible. you sob and shake beneath him, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure as your cunt pulses and gushes under his relentless control. leon’s eyes never leave your face, drinking in every twitch, every tear, every broken expression with satisfaction. his thumb keeps stroking your cheek with gently while his other hand keeps the vibrator pressed firmly against your throbbing, oversensitive clit.

"such a good fucking girl," he praises softly, voice low and warm against your ear. "cumming so hard for me… that’s my fuckin' girl." he whispers, pressing soft kisses down your neck as you ride out the intense orgasm he'd given you.

when the peak finally begins to fade and your sobs turn into shaky, exhausted whimpers, leon eases the pressure of the vibrator, slowly pulling it away from your swollen clit. switching the buzzing device off, he sets it aside while kissing the tears from your cheeks, then your trembling lips once more. the silence in the room is almost startling, save for your shaky, exhausted whimpers.

"shh, baby," he murmurs lovingly against your mouth, voice soft as he stares into your glossy eyes. you're wrecked, practically limp against the bed. his hands reach up to undo the cuffs, setting the grating metal aside and bringing your wrists to his lips to kiss them tenderly. "did so good for me," leon whispers, pressing another soft kiss to the inside of each wrist. "took everything so fuckin' well." he wraps his arms around you, pulling your limp body against his chest and cradling you close.

but even as your body trembles with exhaustion, heat is already pooling low in your stomach again. the tenderness in his voice, the way he’s holding you so carefully only makes you want him more. you shift weakly in his arms, mustering up all your strength to straddle his hips on the bed.

"gonna take what i want, now," you whisper lowly, eyes locked on to his as you feel on his biceps. the feeling of his thick muscles under your hands is liberating, finally getting to touch him after so long. leon’s eyebrows raise slightly at your bold words, a slow, dangerous smirk spreading across his face as his hands move down to grip your hips possessively.

"oh?" he murmurs, voice low and rough with amusement. his blue eyes stay locked on yours, half-lidded and dark with lust. "go on then, sweetheart," he challenges, voice dropping into a low growl. "take what you want." he coerces, and your breath hitches at his agreeable tone. you bite your lip excitedly, cunt pressing into his clothed cock as you feel how hard he his. he grunts lowly, fingernails digging into your hips harder to ground himself.

he shifts up, lips hovering near your ear as he whispers, "just remember," he starts, pressing a short kiss to your temple, "just ‘cause you're on top doesn't mean you're in control, sweetheart," he says, and any exhaustion that took over your body had immediately dissipated, now replaced with insatiable adrenaline that made you shake ever so slightly. he pulls back, eyes staring at you expectantly as he leans back against the headboard. you shudder, eyes blown out with lust as you hover over him, heart hammering wildly in your chest.

"well?" he asks, tilting his head in amusement as he eyes your form above him. "better get to it before i change my mind, sweetheart."

© cametoile ♡ + ↻

nier’s note 🗒️: hello hello everyone i'm back with a longer drabble/fic!! I LOVE MEAN LEON OMG it's just so fucking scrumptious. but he def has a soft spot so i wanted to make it kinda more soft dom leon at the end, LOL this took me wayyy too fucking long to write now that summer has started ive been so offline hello??? but im gonna make an effort to be more active! love u all x mwa

[cametoile]

[act ii]

leon wished he never even agreed to be your roommate. he'd looked through dozens of roommate listings, sifting through labels and filters before finally settling on yours— one that specified that you were very clean, quiet, never really had anyone over. you sounded exactly like what he wanted in a roommate— in addition to the lower price tag of splitting the rent payments. but, the moment he moved in the apartment, he knew you were going to be a problem.

you were fucking hot. he thought enrolling in the police academy was going to be risky, but you were damn-near dangerous. you wore whatever you wanted, which mostly consisted of tiny baby tees, shorts, and oversized sweatshirts that rode up your ass whenever you reached for something in the cabinet.

he will admit, he's a little bit perverted and takes any chances he can to sneak a glance at your ass whenever you're not looking. he has to adjust himself whenever he sees you in those pretty little shorts that leave nothing to the imagination, with everything on display for him to see.

you'd been cleaning for about twenty minutes now, and he'd been shamelessly staring, whatever dumb tv show was playing now falling on deaf ears as he ogled you. the second you bent over to grab a piece of trash on the ground, he thought about just throwing caution to the wind and saying fuck it. he could clearly see the outline of your pussy through the useless fabric of your shorts that did absolutely nothing to keep you modest. "shit..." he whispered to himself, eyes glued to the curve of your ass while his dick throbs painfully in his pants.

he panics a bit when turn to him with a little pout on your face. "what's wrong, leon?" you asked, a concerned look on your face. leon had to pull himself together when you leaned towards him, and as if your ass wasn't enough to make his breath hitch, the view of your tits pressed against the tight fabric of your tank has him nearly gasping for air. he almost thought you were doing it on purpose.

he stutters a little bit, eyes shamefully glued to your chest as he struggles to get out a coherent sentence out. "uh, nothing... just, a little bit... hot." he fibbed, swallowing hard once you begin to make your way over to him. you press a hand to his forehead to check his temperature, leaning over him slightly as you survey him. "i don't think you have a fever... hm, lemme check the thermostat," you say, bringing your hand down from his forehead to study him. you notice his gaze is fixed a little lower, eyes dazed and mouth parted slightly. you track where he's looking, and sure enough, they're fixated on your tits spilling out of your tank from cleaning.

he's got to force himself to look away, but when he meets your gaze he wishes he didn't, hands twitching in his lap as he gulps thickly. you had an amused expression on your face, head tilted to the side a bit as you stare at him. shit, he thinks, she caught me staring, and he shakes his head a bit, trying to push the dirty thoughts from his mind.

"leon," you breathe, biting your lip a bit as you bat your lashes. "can you help me with something, actually?" you ask, tone playful and mischievous as you revel in the way he gulps. "this bra's making me a little uncomfy," you say, motioning to your shirt as you stare at him. his eyes widen a bit, pupils expanding as he thinks about you without a bra on. "think you can take it off for me?" he's frustratingly hard at this point, the tip of his dick sticky with precum in his boxers as he tries to snap out of it.

"um, yeah.. sure," he replies, hands twitching in his lap before reaching towards you. your eyes track his every movement, sighing softly once his hands find their way under your shirt and up your back. his eyes are fixed on yours, a careful expression on his face as he unclips your bra. it opens with a soft snap, the cups now loose on your breasts as he pulls his hands away.

he's fighting hard for restraint, breathing a little harder once you slide the straps down your arms and reach under to pull the fabric off in one smooth motion. your eyes never leave his when you place the fabric on the coffee table behind you, a glint of lust in your eyes as you scan his form. he's so obviously hard now, you almost feel bad for teasing him like this. poor leon, you think.

leon's breath hitches a little bit, his eyes long since left yours to settle back on your perky chest. you look down at your bust, examining the reason why he was so flustered. your nipples were now hard, pressing against the rough fabric of your tank now that he'd rid you of your bra. you smile to yourself, eyes settling back on him as you watched him shift slightly on the couch.

"do you want to touch them?" you ask boldly, and the question is jarring in the near-silent living room. leon's eyes snap back up to yours, a shocked expression gracing his pretty features as he processes your question. you offer him a small smile, biting your lip a bit to stop it from spreading wider at how cute he was.

he's silent, face flushed and hands curled in fists on the sides of his thighs as his gaze shifts down to the floor in front of him. you giggle softly, stepping a little closer before whispering, "don't be shy, leon," you say sweetly, staring down at his frozen form on the couch. he looks back up to you, expression a little desperate as he watches you. you hum, pursing your lips as you coo at him. "here, i've got it." you say, moving your hands down to close around his wrists.

leon stutters a little bit, hands hesitating slightly before letting you guide him anyways. "shh," you shush softly, bringing his hands up slowly. "don't worry about it, leon." you reassure him, and he finally relaxes his hands. once your movements come to a stop, his hands are hovering over your covered breasts, and you give him a little smile before pressing his hands against your chest.

leon’s hands tremble slightly against your chest, but once they make full contact, he can’t hold back the low, whine-like noise that escapes him. his hands move on their own as he gropes your tits softly. "shit, they're so fucking soft..." his thumbs brush over the stiff peaks of your nipples through the thin tank top, circling them slowly, testing how they feel under the fabric. his eyes drift up to yours to see you biting your lip, and he thinks he could cum right here from the sight. your eyes are slightly hooded as they look down at him, breathing a little faster, hands loosening on his as you allow him to touch you freely.

leon’s hands continue to knead and explore your breasts with growing confidence, his palms pressing and squeezing the soft flesh as his thumbs keep teasing your hardened nipples in slow, deliberate circles. his breathing is ragged, cheeks flushed deep red as he stares at the way your tits fill his hands.

he lets out another shaky breath, biting his lip hard before his voice comes out hoarse and needy. "shit... they feel so good like this, but— can i... can i touch them without the top?" his eyes flick up to yours, nervous but burning with want. his hands pause on your chest, waiting for your permission even as his fingers twitch with barely-contained eagerness, clearly dying to slide under the thin fabric and feel your bare tits in his palms.

leon’s breath catches in his throat at your soft, amused expression. his hands stay pressed to your chest, fingers gently squeezing as he waits for your answer, his cock aching so badly it hurts. the thin tank top feels so teasing, so cruel. he's so close, hands literally grazing the surface, but he's greedy. he wants more. he can feel the heat of your skin and the stiff peaks of your nipples, but he can't help but imagine how pretty your bare tits are, or how your nipples would feel trapped between his fingertips.

you give him a little nod and a low, "go ahead," and his eyes immediately light up with pure desperation and gratitude.

"thank you…" he breathes, voice shaky and low. his hands slide down to the hem of your tank top. he tugs it up slowly, almost reverently, exposing your bare tits inch by inch. the fabric drags over your sensitive nipples, making them bounce softly once freed, and leon lets out a broken, needy sound at the sight.

"holy shit…" he whispers, eyes wide and completely transfixed. his hands immediately return to your bare skin, this time with nothing in between. his palms are warm and slightly trembling as he cups your tits fully, feeling their weight and softness. "they’re… so pretty. so soft…" he confesses, and you bite back a moan at how amazed he seems from just seeing your boobs. but it's adorable, the way his eyes are so wide and curious while his hands experiment on your body.

he groans quietly, thumbs brushing over your bare nipples in slow, experimental circles before gently pinching and rolling them between his fingers. you let out a surprised moan, hands closing around his wrists when he tugs at them a little more firmly. his eyes flick back up to yours, pride swelling in his chest as he realizes he made you make that sound. he can feel his cock twitching desperately in his pants, the front of his boxers already slick with precum. his breathing is ragged, chest rising and falling fast as he stares down at his own hands groping you. he gives them a soft, experimental squeeze, then another, clearly losing himself in the feeling.

his hands knead your bare tits with more confidence now, squeezing the soft, warm flesh while his thumbs keep teasing your stiff peaks. he leans in closer on the couch, face inches from your chest, hot breath fanning over your skin as he stares like he’s hypnotized. almost like he’s scared you’ll pull away, leon drags his tongue over one nipple in a slow, wet stripe. you mewl from his boldness, hand moving to thread into his hair before finally moving to settle into his lap.

you shift yourself on leon’s lap, straddling his thighs as your knees sink into the couch on either side of him. the heat of his body radiates through his sweatpants, and you can feel just how painfully hard he is, his cock twitching every time you shift even slightly. leon practically whimpers, the sound traveling straight through your nipple he was fervently sucking on. you look down at him, his soft blue eyes closed and eyebrows pulled together while his tongue swirls over your nipple, and you can't help but ground yourself into him.

"oh... shit— yes," he moans softly, pulling off your tit with a wet pop, lips shiny and swollen. his hands slide down to grip your waist, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks as he instinctively bucks up to meet your movements. he leans back on the couch, eyebrows pulled together in pleasure as he lets out a string of beautiful moans.

you lean forward slightly, hands coming up to his shoulders for purchase. "you're so sexy, leon," you moan, and leon's eyes blink open, a look of desperation on his face as he watches you drag your hips over his clothed cock over and over. his hands squeeze at your hips, cock pressing against your clit just right as you you grind harder against him. leon’s head falls back against the couch for a second, a small whimper escaping as you press down more firmly, rocking your hips in a steady rhythm.

the thick ridge of his cock drags perfectly along your clothed pussy with every roll, the friction making pleasure spark sharp and hot through both of you. he stares up at you with hazy, half-lidded blue eyes, mouth open, panting. "holy fuck, it feels so good… keep going... please," he begs, hand reaching up to grab at your breast again. the fabric between you two is already damp, a dark grey spot forming on his pants and steadily growing the more you rub yourself against him.

you roll your hips faster, grinding your soaked core right along the thick, hard length of his cock. each drag pulls a broken little sound from leon’s throat, broken little whimpers that make your clit pulse and your stomach tighten with heat.

"i'm... fuck, i'm gonna cum," he confesses, cheeks burning red, but he doesn’t stop helping you grind on him. if anything, his grip on your hip tightens, pulling you down even harder. his breathing is rapid, eyebrows pulled together and eyes squeezed shut as he bucks his hips into you with every pull against his cock. the prettiest moans and whines escape him, the sounds heavenly as you stare at his blissed-out face. leon’s hips stutter violently beneath you, his hips bucking up desperately as he pulls you down harder against his throbbing cock.

"fuck— fuck... i can't—" he chokes out, voice cracking into a desperate, broken moan. his head falls back against the couch, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. his hand grips your hip tighter, almost bruising, but you don't let up. you're determined to watch him fall apart.

you lean in a little closer, lips brushing against the shell of his ear as you rock against him a little harder, "you can, leon. i want you to cum just for me," you breathe, pressing a kiss to the side of his face. his moans grow louder, cock twitching violently against your clothed cunt, hips jerking up harder against you. "that's it," you whisper, kissing along his jaw as he practically uses you to get off. not that you mind it, he looked way too beautiful for you to complain.

"shit— hah, fuck, im cumming— " his head presses firmly against the couch, mouth falling open in pleasure before loud, shameless strings of moans rip out of him. his cock pulses violently between your bodies, thick ropes of cum spilling into his boxers in heavy spurts. you can feel every twitch and throb through the thin layers separating you, his hips stuttering and grinding up against your clit even as he falls apart. his fingers dig bruisingly into your waist, holding you down against him while he rides out the orgasm, whimpering and panting with each little twitch of his hips. he keeps grinding up into you through it, chasing every wave of pleasure while whimpering and gasping from how good it feels.

once his eyes finally open again to settle on you, he seems almost embarrassed. "shit…" he breathes, voice cracking. "i… i didn’t mean to—i'm sorry, fuck, i came so fast…"

you smile down at him warmly, shaking your head at his apology. "don't apologize. that was so fucking hot." you confess breathily, hand rubbing small, soothing circles into his shoulder. leon’s chest is still rising and falling fast, his face flushed all the way to his ears. he looks up at you with those dazed blue eyes, a mix of embarrassment and desire stirring within them.

he eyes your frame, cock twitching slightly as he stares at the wet spot on your shorts. his hands itch to touch it, to touch you, to make you feel as good as you made him feel. "i... wanna make you feel good too. i... please, wanna make it up to you," he begs, and he almost looks pained with how badly he wants it.

your lips part, a shaky breath leaving your mouth as you listen to him. he was too fucking sweet for his own good. "yeah, you can make it up to me," you say, hand coming up to brush his messy hair out of his eyes. "but this time we're doing this for real."

© cametoile ♡ + ↻

nier’s note 🗒️: re2 leon has me spiraling hes so fucking cute i just wanna make him feel good HASHGDSHJ

[cametoile]

act i

“‘c’mon, baby, thought i taught you better than that…” leon grunts out, voice low and strained, eyebrows knitted together in frustration as he glares at your small frame on your knees between his spread thighs. you smile while staring up at him, hand wrapped around the base of his cock as you press another kiss to his tip. you’d been giving him kitten licks to his tip for a few minutes now, sucking it in and out of your mouth as you gaze up at him knowingly.

leon hisses, a strong hand tangling in your tresses, a silent reminder of his dominance as he encourages you to take his thickness deeper into your mouth. you finally oblige, lips pushing past the swell of his tip as you slowly take him in your mouth. leon exhales at the stimulation, gaining a bit of relief from your cruel teasing.

taking a curious glance at leon, your eyes stare into his sultry, heavy-lidded ones as you take in his expression. he’s beautiful, you think, eyebrows furrowed as he fights to not buck his hips. his lips are parted slightly, begging to be kissed as the most heavenly sounds you’ve ever heard in your life leave his mouth.

“don’t look at me like that, baby. just makes me wanna fuck that little mouth of yours even more.” leon purrs, grip on your hair tightening as your mouth sinks deeper onto his cock, nearly bottoming out. you can’t help but moan at the suggestion, already feeling the wetness pool in your panties at the thought of being used for his pleasure.

leon’s head lulls back at the vibration, a deep groan leaving his mouth as he fights the urge to just fuck your throat relentlessly. his hips buck ever so slightly as his cock hits the back of your throat, hissing at the sensation. you gag at the motion, hand coming to his thigh abruptly to brace yourself. leon’s resolve quickly unravels as he pushes your head down fully on his cock. you whine, mouth full and tears pricking at your eyes as his other hand comes to hold your head in place.

“that’s it, take this cock. ‘s what you get for teasing me, brat.” leon grits out, moaning as your glossy eyes stare into his half-lidded ones. bucking his hips up in an experimental thrust, he fucks into your wet mouth and sets a steady pace for you to adjust to.

“fuck, baby… can’t help myself, you’ll take it like a good girl, right? gonna use this pretty little mouth and then bend you over and fuck you stupid. you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he purrs, quickening his pace as tears and drool cover your face messily.

the wet, obscene sounds of you gagging and slurping around him fill the room as he fucks your throat deeper, cock throbbing and heavy on your tongue.

you’ll never tease leon kennedy again, you think. at least, that’s what you’ll tell yourself when you can finally breathe…

© cametoile ♡ + ↻

nier’s note 🗒️: first little drabble let’s goooo hopefully i churn something better and longer out soon but couldn’t stop thinking ab leon… had re4r leon in mind with this one tbh. lemme know what u guys think:)

[clemenchives]

hey baba I have a request 🫡 I have been YEARNING to see a re9 leon fic where him and y/n are at the office late doing whatever DSO does, and it eventually leads to playful banter, which eventually leads to confession of feelings where it’s like: “I liked you back then,” & “I like you now.” EEK anyways just a suggestion 🫰🫰

can't help myself around you 𖦹 leon kennedy.

⤷ summary: it was one of those late nights in the office where it’s just you and leon left behind. you do anything but the paperwork you’re supposed to accomplish and instead fall into a conversation that uncovers something you’ve been feeling for a while—which leads to leon finally admitting his feelings for you. (3.4k words) ⤷ pairing: leon kennedy x female!reader ⤷ genre: friends-to-lovers, extremely mild angst, slight slow burn ⤷ tags: RE9 Leon Kennedy, reader is his mission partner, reader is in her late 20s/early 30s, slight mentions of wounds and bleeding, unspoken feelings, leon is slightly emotionally constipated but they resolve it in the end

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You barely notice the other agents and employees filtering out of the office floor some few hours ago, leaving to go home to their families, or just their own, barren apartments.

Glancing at your wristwatch on the table, the time read 10:39 in the evening. A slow, exhausted sigh leaves your lips, especially when you begin to feel that subtle ache in your lower back from sitting on your desk for hours on end now. 

The culprit? An unfinished report.

It was an oversight that you weren’t intending to neglect, but it just so happened it slipped from your mind without you even noticing. After all, it was one mission after another, and you’ve practically lost count on how many times you’ve gotten deployed in the past six months whether locally or halfway across the world. 

It was routine at this point. Expecting the next call, the next briefing, the next report waiting to be written. You’ve thrown yourself into the rhythm of work, and being in your prime meant you were in this constant momentum that rarely had you home just in time for dinner (with yourself).

But it was eventually catching up with you. You’ve only realized how exhausted you were when you slumped against your swivel chair, which was no less uncomfortable for your back and shoulders that were beginning to feel stiff as the night carries on. 

You stretched your arms outward, cracked your knuckles, and resumed typing away in your company-issued high-tech laptop. 

“I’m back.”

You nearly jolt in surprise. 

That low, gravelly voice has you turning your head, craning your neck as you look expectantly at the corridor. Leon emerged holding two cups of coffee, mirroring the same exhaustion you held in your body, though he’s more subtle about it than you were.

He approaches your table and places the cup of coffee near your hands. His fingers brush against yours lightly, and you feel a subtle tingle in your skin, which you ignore before he notices anything. It wasn’t the first time he lingered near you—why did it feel a lot more different right now?

“Thanks,” you say instead, reaching for the cup and sipping from the lid carefully, grasping the temperature. “How’s your report doing?”

Leon’s desk was right across yours, with a half-wall dividing the cubicle. While yours was filled with different memorabilia from your missions in different countries along with a few photos were pinned on the corkboard you kept behind your laptop, images of you and colleagues over the years, Leon’s desk was almost devoid of anything, except for the occasional souvenirs you got for him, and that one framed photograph he’d kept hidden away, which you’ve always been curious about.

The swivel chair creaks as he sits on it, leaning back while the laptop screen illuminates his face in the dim light of the office floor. It was just you and him now. All your other colleagues went home long before the sun was down. 

“Halfway through it,” Leon answers you. “I’ve got a thing or two coming up if I don’t submit this tomorrow.”

You huff out a sound—something half-amusement and another half-sympathetic. Because you knew your superior would expect more from you and Leon. “Remind me again why we forgot about this report.”

Leon shrugged, before straightening up, squinting slightly as he returned to his laptop. “After getting constantly shot at for two days straight, paperwork wasn’t exactly my priority,” he replied, before the familiar click of his keyboard began filling the air.

“You mean near-death experiences don’t motivate you?”

He clicked his tongue, his gaze zeroing on his screen. But he looked slightly amused. “Shockingly, no.”

You laughed softly into your coffee cup, and from the corner of your eye, you caught the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at Leon’s mouth, as though he’s amused that you’re laughing at him. 

Setting your cup aside, your fingers find the keyboard once again, the words blurring as you try your best to weave coherent sentences together. You and Leon fall into a rhythm of keyboards clacking and the occasional sigh every couple of minutes, either out of exhaustion, dread, or a mixture of both. 

Despite the grueling task of finishing this report, you find the silence comforting. Without having to say anything at all, you know Leon’s in this with you, as you are with him. Somewhere along the road, the lines blurred around being mission partners into good friends, and eventually, the lines had ebbed away slowly into something more meaningful.

Something far more dangerous than the bioweapons you’ve encountered had unraveled between the two of you, and you know when and where it began, but the how completely slipped past you, because you don’t exactly recall feeling something for Leon other than mutual trust. 

But it was that mission in Romania that completely changed things. 

It was the first time you had gotten terribly wounded, with a piece of shrapnel wedged on the lower side of your abdomen. You were bleeding profusely just as Leon hauled you up and held you close until you were quickly and safely extracted from the rendezvous point. At that point, you were losing a lot of blood, so when he helped you up to the chopper, he had you lying down on the floor, pressing against your wound to stop the bleeding. 

The image was vivid inside your head. The blurriness around your eyes, the black spots lingering in your vision, but all throughout there was an anchor tethering you to the world. Leon held you tightly when he pulled the shrapnel out of your skin, and you distinctly remember the fear that lingered in his gaze when he heard that cry tearing from your throat. 

He stayed beside you. Even when they wheeled you into the hospital, he stayed close—close enough that the doctors knew what happened to you because Leon was practically shoving the information into their hands, anything to get you urgent care and attention. 

Leon disregarded his own well-being for yours, and it was a sacrifice he was willing to make, just so he knows you’re there for another mission, for another time of braving through the monstrosity of the world with him. It was a close call—the blood loss could’ve seriously taken you away from him, and that thought scared him more than he’d like to admit. 

You have become an integral part of Leon’s life without you even knowing it. You have blended seamlessly into the routine he’s built for years on the weak foundation of isolation and individuality. It all started with one mission. And another. Until he’s realized he had fallen for you the way a person would fall asleep—slowly and then all at once. 

What’s not to like about you? You were so full of life, so independent and brave. You weren’t just an idealistic agent, you knew how bad things would get and braved through the storm with him. Even when he was being difficult and stubborn, you’ve worked hard along with him with that no nonsense attitude of yours that Leon found incredibly sexy. 

Somehow, you’ve managed to get under his skin as he’s gotten under yours. But you’re sitting there, unaware of the fact that the reason why Leon couldn’t finish the damn report is because he’s thinking of you, sitting across from him with your pretty, lower lip being bitten by you as you focus hard on the report in front of you. 

“Something on my face, Kennedy?” You ask him suddenly, breaking him out of the bubble of thought he’s been floating on for a few minutes now. “You’re staring.”

Leon huffed out a sigh. He’s been caught. “I wasn’t.”

“Yes you were.” You tilt your head to the side as if deciphering his expression. “You’ve been staring at me for like… thirty seconds.”

Leon leans back in his chair, looking rather unimpressed. “That specific, huh?”

“You’re dodging the question,” you counter, a small smirk plastered on your lips. You like knowing you could get him flustered, even when he tries to hide it beneath a thin veil of ignorance. 

His eyes flicker briefly toward the unfinished report on his screen before returning to you. “I could’ve been thinking, you know.”

That piques your interest. “About what?”

There’s that slightest pause, and that pause lingered and meant a lot of things all at once. You almost hold your breath while waiting. Waiting to see if he’ll admit that he was most likely thinking about you, as you were thinking about him too. 

“Work,” Leon says after a second. 

You snort softly at his deflection. “Yeah, sure. Thinking about work while staring at my face for almost a minute? You’re not so slick, agent Kennedy.”

Leon shrugged, before the corner of his lips pulled up in a lazy smirk. “Mocking a federal agent feels unwise, you know.”

“A federal agent who got caught staring?” You grin this time, feeling amused at the way he’s trying to avoid the conversation with his usual dry humor. 

He lets out a breath, almost a laugh but not quite. “You’re enjoying this too much. Don’t you have a report to finish?”

“Don’t you?”

You watch as Leon pursed his lips. “Fair point,” he concedes. 

There’s a silence that takes over you. It wasn’t entirely uncomfortable, but you felt as though the air was thick with a lot of things unspoken, and somehow, the atmosphere felt conducive enough for you to prod, if Leon would allow you to poke at the privacy of his thoughts, if not his feelings. 

“But really… what were you thinking about?” You ask him after a second, your voice softer this time. 

You observe him—he pauses, his face illuminated by the screen of his laptop, highlighting his features which you can’t help but inspect more closely, thoroughly. As if he alone was the subject of your thoughts. 

“I was thinking about Romania,” he confessed after a heartbeat. 

You swallow hard. You and him were both thinking about the same thing.

Clearing your throat, you shift in your seat, trying to act all unbothered. “What about Romania? Did we miss something in the report?”

Leon shakes his head. “No, no… we didn’t. I just… I was thinking about how I…”

“How I almost lost you.”

The air was thicker than it already had been. This is the first time you’ve heard him admit something to you that wasn’t an oversight or a mistake he might’ve made during his missions. No, this felt more raw—something unguarded and intimate in a way that it almost made you feel like you weren’t supposed to hear it.

At the same time, the words felt as though they were meant to be heard by you. And only you. 

“You didn’t lose me,” you exhale a quiet laugh, as if trying to diffuse the situation. But when you look at Leon’s expression, you suddenly realize that you being wounded affected him more than he let on. “I just happened to have a misstep and it almost cost us our directive.”

“Fuck the directive,” he muttered under his breath. “You were bleeding. A lot. You were barely conscious and you had wounds all over you—”

“Leon—”

“And I should’ve been paying more attention when we left the building. But I didn’t. I was too confident that we’ve gotten what we came there for, and you got hurt because of my complacency.”

You fall quiet in front of him. Suddenly, the report didn’t matter. The deadlines didn’t mean anything to you, not when you’re being exposed to the vulnerability in Leon’s entire demeanor—something you hadn’t seen before. 

He blames himself for what happened in Romania. 

You haven’t noticed it until now, but in your recent missions, he’s become more cautious. More careful. Always taking the lead in leaving and entering premises and making sure he’s covered all the bases before he declares an area as clear or safe. You almost pointed it out, wanting to say that he didn’t have to hover or worry about you when you’re more than capable, but hearing him now, your perspective shifts entirely.

“Leon, I’m okay now, I swear.” You tell him reassuringly. “I’m healed. The doctor cleared me after two weeks, didn’t he?”

“Doesn’t make it less frustrating to think about.” He answered, his voice low and quiet, as if he’s resigned to himself.

He looked so torn. Almost at war with himself in a way you’re not used to seeing. You hate being the reason for it, especially because you rarely see him like this. In fact, this might be the first time he’s shown you this side of him that you never thought existed. 

It rattles you more than you expect. 

“You didn’t lose me,” you say, quieter this time. “If you did, I wouldn’t be here with you.”

Leon exhales a short, quick breath. “I almost did. To me, that’s as good as losing you itself.”

Silence envelops you again. 

You don’t recall how your conversation shifted from just some playful banter, to something more serious. All of a sudden, you feel as though you were in the wrong for asking, for pushing further. It fueled your guilt, because you didn’t know what to tell him. You were completely flustered by the gravity of his words that they almost passed as a confession to you. 

You decided to stand up, the wheels of the swivel chair scraping lightly against the floor. Rounding the corner, you come close to him, carefully, as though you were approaching a delicate situation. Which you were, in a way.

Leaning against the space on his desk, you fold your arms across your chest. You watch as Leon avoids your gaze, brows furrowed and lips set into a tight line as he looks anywhere but you. He’s avoiding you again. Retreating. 

“Don’t do that,” you murmur. “You say all these things to me and then you’re suddenly just… pulling away.”

“I’m not avoiding you.” Leon stated as a matter of factly. His expression softened just a bit when he finally decided to glance at you. “I just… I worry about you often.”

You shifted your weight a bit, until you were nearly sitting atop his sturdy desk. “I know.” 

Unable to stop yourself, your eyes linger around his desk. Your eyes find that framed photograph behind a few stacks of folders and paperwork, and you reach out to it instinctively. A knot forms in your stomach when you realize what that photograph was.

It was a picture of you and Leon before you got deployed halfway across the world. You stood next to him, and he had his arm loosely wrapped around your shoulders, while he had his free hand in a thumbs up gesture. Both of you were in your mission clothes and gear, all small smiled and reluctant gazes.

But it felt… almost intimate. Almost deliberate, as if he’d wanted you to see it. 

You set it aside immediately, a flush creeping up your cheeks, just as your heart begins to race. Why does he have that photo?  

He notices your reaction almost immediately. 

Leon stands up, the swivel chair moving back as he suddenly crowds your space. His hands are flat against the surface of either side of your thighs, and his head was closer to yours than it ever was before. Hands braced against the desk. Still far, but a considerable new development from your usual proximity. 

Your breath hitches in the back of your throat, and you suddenly feel your heart skip a beat. His eyes don’t leave yours this time, as if finding courage to face you. 

“You don’t know anything,” he murmured, his eyes flickering from your face to the picture frame you’d set aside. “You’ve kept me up at night more than you think. Especially after Romania.”

A pause, and then his voice drops slightly. “I kept asking myself what is it about you… that makes me lose control like that.” 

“You lose control because of me?” The question slips past your lips before you even stop yourself from saying it. 

“All the time.”

Another wave of silence settles between the two of you again. This time, it was heavier. Not awkward, not distant, none of those things. It felt thicker than ever, almost having you run out of breath without intending to.

It was just… charged. With something you weren’t ready to accept, but you were willing to explore. You try to breathe, but it feels completely different now. Even though there’s ample space between the two of you, it feels as if you’re trapped in a box with him, and there’s no way out until you find the answers yourself.

“Leon…” your voice comes out quieter than you initially expected. “That’s not—” you cut yourself off, suddenly unable to figure out what to say next.

You have absolutely no idea what you’re trying to say. That it’s too much? That it doesn’t make sense at all? That maybe, just maybe, he shouldn’t feel that way towards you? The problem is that you do believe him. And that’s worse, because now, you’re compelled to confront the feelings you’ve thought you’ve buried a long time ago. 

Leon exhales a slow breath this time, like he’s only just realizing what he’s said out loud. His hand shifts slightly on the desk—not retreating, but not advancing either. He’s mindful of your space, even though he wants nothing more than to be close to you right now.

For once, he looks unsure of himself. “You asked.” He says quietly.

A beat of silence elongates into another, before you speak again. “When did it start?” 

That makes him pause completely. As if the question lands somewhere deeper than the others, as if he isn’t expecting you to suddenly explore the confession he just admitted to you. Leon’s eyes flicker to yours again, and you can see exactly the way his pupils dilate just by looking at you.

“Romania,” he says finally. “But before that… there was already something there.”

It’s a simple answer, but it changes everything completely. You knew deep within your heart what transpired in Romania. The close proximity. The easy camaraderie between the two of you. Until you got wounded, and he never left your side ever since.

“You’re telling me that this has been going on since then?” You find the courage to adjust your position, your hand falling flat near his own. Your fingers brush, and you inhale a sharp breath.

Leon doesn’t answer immediately, but when he does, it’s quiet. “I tried not to think about it.” he admitted. “I kept telling myself it was just proximity. It was just us and our shared missions.”

A humorless breath left him. “It made sense at first, until it didn’t. It was you getting hurt that changed things for me completely. I shouldn’t have waited around to watch you almost bleed to death to accept the fact that you and I, there’s… something there.”

“What does that mean?” You prod, your voice barely above a whisper in the quiet floor of your office. 

“It means… I stopped lying to myself about it.” He finally admits. It was only a couple of words, but it hit you more than it should have. 

Leon pauses, and then, “you know, I… I liked you back then.”

It knocks the breath right out of your lungs. You swallow hard, your heartbeat thrumming louder beneath your chest in his confession. You tried to ignore the way he says it—as if it’s in the past and nothing more in the present and the future, but it’s his next words that completely take your breath away.

Your eyes meet. There is a certain intensity in the way Leon looks at you, as if he’s trying to understand what’s going on inside your mind right now. His gaze searches yours, and you unconsciously bite your lower lip, to which his eyes follow the moment almost deliberately. 

“And I still like you now.”

Your breath catches, but you don’t look away. 

Your heart feels as if there’s a bird trapped inside a cage, begging to be broken free from its confines. The words vanish from your tongue, and you know you should say something, but even forming a single syllable feels a great amount of effort from you right now.

Overwhelmed by emotion, you decide to do the one thing your brain has been telling you to do over the last couple of minutes. You lean up, your head tilting slightly as you push yourself towards him just a bit. Leon’s eyes widen when he sees you moving towards him.

“Don’t do something you’ll regret,” he whispered, and you can feel his warm breath fanning over your lips.

You look down at his mouth, before you gaze up at him. “Never.”

The space between you collapses on its own, and Leon’s defenses crumble before he can even blink. 

Then, without warning, you meet him for a kiss.

⤷ a/n: i've been in a slow burn mood lately, and this feels a bit similar to a fic i've written, but i think this is more direct to the point, which is also straightforward in its own way. i did enjoy writing this, so i hope you enjoyed reading it as well 🫶 it's a bit over the word count i initially intended to write, but i just couldn't help myself haha

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[kennedysbbyy]

leon leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed. the exhaustion from his last mission still clung to him but the second he saw you cuddling that big plushie you’d won at the arcade the other day, his eyes narrowed.

“three weeks away…and you’re hugging that thing instead of me?”

you chuckled hugging the plushie a little tighter just to tease him “he’s soft, doesn’t leave me and doesn’t steal my blankets”

leon shrugged off his jacket, letting it drop to the chair and walked over to the bed, with one swift motion he reached over and gently pried the plushie from your arms. he gave the plushie a long, deadpan stare before setting it on the nightstand—facing the wall

“traitor” he muttered at it and then turned back to you, his strong arms slid around you and pulled you into his lap. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his stubble scratching your skin in the best way and he let out a sigh

“i’m getting too old for this shit” he muttered against your throat

you smiled softly and threaded your fingers through his hair, scratching gently at his scalp the way you knew he liked “you’re jealous of a plushie, kennedy?”

“damn right i am” he pulled back just enough to look at you. you noticed his blue eyes softening, the exhaustion melting away. “that thing doesn’t know how to hold you properly…or kiss you here…”

he leaned in kissing down your neck, sucking on it lightly

“or here”

he pressed another wet, sloppy kiss onto your cheek

“…or tell you how much he missed you every damn night he was gone”

leon shifted so he could lie back against the pillows, with you draped over his chest. one large hand rubbed slow circles onto your back while the other kept you secured against him

“better?” he asked quietly

you nuzzled into his neck “so much better”

leon smirked and kissed you one more time, it was slow and sweet

“welcome home, baby i missed you” you whispered

he held you tightly, lips still against yours

“im home”

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Ours

pairing: max verstappen x reader x charles leclerc

summary: the 2026 season has more at stake for max and charles then anyone realizes

a/n: this is inspired by @sinofwriting’s claiming verse Max and Charles — happy birthday sin!

warnings — dark content; kidnapping, stalking, forced marriage

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f1fan

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f1fan: ok I need the new interviewer to stick around forever — this is the happiest I've seen Max and Charles in a long time

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user1: I forgot that they used to smile…

↳user2: and enjoy racing

↳user1: that too!

user3: they were literally so giggly and happy answering her questions

↳user4: i literally had to pause and rewind to make sure it was actually max and Charles there and not some doppelgängers

↳user3: SAME!

user5: how to tell the season is ass?? The fact that 2 of the best drivers ever aren't enjoying it at all

↳user6: trash the new regs!

↳user7: just let them drive!

user8: the look of betrayal they had when their pr people tried dragging them away…

↳user9: no for real they just wanted to continue talking to her 😭😭

↳user10: love that for them

user11: I second keeping her around — this was the best interview they've given all year

Private Messages: Max and Jos

Private Messages: Charles and Fred

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skysportsf1

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tagged: yn

f1: Urgent News‼️ Credible threats have been received targeting Sky Sports reporter YN LN — we're taking all necessary precautions to keep LN safe. LN is aware of the threats against her but has argued to continue her job trackside — a team of bodyguards have been hired for her protection.

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charles_leclerc: that's our girl

↳yn: I'm here to stay! liked by charles_leclerc, maxverstappen1

↳charles_leclerc: good

user12: wait what??

user13: what is happening to this sport??? 

maxverstappen1: don't let them drive you away

↳yn: never!

↳maxverstappen1: good

yn: thanks for your support and help! But I'm not gonna let anyone keep me from my job — I love it too much!

↳user14: girl I think in this situation, you might want to step back?

↳yn: no way!

Bluesky

user15: no but for real??? Like I swear to god they are actually going for the kill this year

↳user16: truer words have never been spoken

user17: i need some of their motivation right now

user18: I know we always say we need real racing back but ummm??? This isn't it

↳user19: respectful* racing

user20: even the interviewers and pundits are commenting on it

↳user21: o think when you have Nico Rosberg say that you might be racing each other too hard, you might want to reevaluate

↳user22: ^^^^

Private Messages: YN and BFF

f1fan

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f1fan: Boys boys boys I’m going to need you put those heart eyes away — we're here to race each other, not fall in love with the pretty interviewer

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user23: I don't know I think I prefer this over the attempted murder they're preforming against each other each race week

↳user24: ^^^

user25: how to make it obvious you're in love: a step by step instruction manual by Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen

↳user26: why are we committing violence against them today 😂

↳user27: they haven't said anything that wrong actually

user28: she's a stronger woman than me because if I had 1 of those guys staring at me like that, I'd be down on my knees so fucking fast…and she's got both of them wrapped around her fingers!

↳user29: gods strongest soldier right there

user30: universe I've seen what you've done for others and I'd like that for me too please 🙏

↳user31: for real for real

user32: ok but who is she dating because there's no way she's still single

↳user33: um Max for sure!

↳user34: are you kidding me? Look at how Charles looks at her — that's not a look you give anyone but your partner

↳user33: Max is the definition of heart eyes and you wanna say Charles? Are you kidding me?

user35: Guys come on — she's WORKING. She's not going to be dating someone on the paddock

↳user36: this!

↳user33: whatever we're just joking anyway

↳user34: let us have our fun killjoys

f1gossip

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f1gossip: Do we sense a new relationship in the air? Lando and Sky Sports reporter YN LN seen getting close

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user37: I ship it!

↳user38: they'd be so cute together!

user39: he literally lights up when he talks to her, it's so cute

user40: I love her so much — she's definitely the best interviewer yet

↳user41: I love how aware? She is of Lando's anxiety — she never pushes him

user42: landoyn or norrisln?

↳user43: landoyn for sure!

mv33: what

↳c16l: seconded

Private Messages: Max and Charles

f1gossip

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f1gossip: Romance blooming this summer break? Both Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc were spotted with new women (and potentially with each other) during an extended tropical vacation. Who might be the lucky women to snag these eligible bachelors?

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user50: it should be me 😭😭

↳user51: or me

user52: max and Charles hanging out together?? After they've spend the last few months genuinely trying to kill each other??

↳user53: that's what's getting me — they looked ready to run each other over last week and now they're having a romcom moment with their new girls? 

user54: ok hear me out…the 'mystery' women is actually a single woman and is YN LN

↳user55: I've heard you out and now I'm done

↳user54: listen. listen. the boys have been flirting with her hardcore all season and they've always have something going on with each other — this is the only logical conclusion to everything that's been happening this year

↳user55: …I think we need to buy you a dictionary so you can look up what logical means

bff: wait is that??? Did she seriously lie to me?!?

Private Messages: YN and BFF

f1fan

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f1fan: all is right in the world — max and charles are back and are flirting with yn again

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user56: did…did their heart eyes get even more intense?

↳user57: I think they did somehow

user58: I swear to god they almost had sparkles coming off of them when they got to her

user59: ok but did anyone else clock the absolutely foul look they both shot Lando?

↳user60: if they start making nice with each other and instead target Lando, I'm gonna cry

user61: am I crazy or were they holding hands?

↳user62: who? Max and charles?

↳user61: max and yn AND charles and yn

↳user63: omg are you one of those weirdo max/yn/charles truthers???

user64: ok i hate to be that person but i swear i saw yn leave with the both of them??

↳user61: THATS WHAT IVE BEEN SAYING!!!

f1gossip

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f1gossip: Yeah yeah yeah the champion fight is now down to a single race between Max and Charles— WE HAVE CONFIRMATION THAT MAX/YN/CHARLES ARE IN A RELATIONSHIP!!! ALERT ALERT ALERT

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user65: everyone stAY CALM ITS HAPPENING

↳user66: AHHHHHHH 

↳user67: AHHHHHHH

↳user68: AHHHHHHH 

↳user69: AHHHHHHH

user61: I CALLED IT I TOTALLY CALLED IT AND YOU GUYS CALLED ME CRAZY

↳user63: my bad

user70: i love this?

↳user71: she's literally living my dream right now and I'm so fucking jealous

↳user72: MOOD

user73: ummm does anyone think this is moving really fast?

↳user74: I mean maybe but like we don't actually know how long they've been together?

↳user75: very very true

↳user76: it's not like it's their job to announce everything about their lives

↳user73: still you'd think there would have been a hint of the relationship before this year and if it's a new relationship, already married??

↳user77: you might have a point…

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: I am happy to announce that Max, YN, and I got married in Monaco this summer break — I am the luckiest person alive to call them my spouses.

To Max and YN — thank you for loving me enough to spend the rest of our lives together

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No thoughts just retired!ghost truly being a pathetic dog of a husband...

He lives off the money he hoarded during his working years, never needed to spend much when he was always leeching off base or on missions anyways. Ghost has no need for a job and finds them more frustrating than good when they don't stretch the itch the military does.

That doesn't stop you from having a job, though, something your husband ardently supports yet loathes at the same time.

Because ghost gets so lonely at home.

Nevermind the fact he owns a car and could very well do stuff, he would rather mope around waiting for you. His team allot him all of ten minutes of him whining on call about missing you before they hang up.

Which is how you end up with an armful of giant, three hundred pounds of middle aged man in your arms the second you walk in the door. Ghost practically envelops you the way he holds you so tight, the same way he hold you every time, whining "I missed you, lovie. Don't know what to do with myself."

"Aw, missed you too, si." You smile into the hug, turning your head to kiss his neck and watch how he blushes down to his chest like he's your highschool boyfriend.

"Made you dinner." ghost informs you, taking your bag and coat off. He forcefully sits you on the stool when you try to take your shoes off, grumbling "no. Let me. Worked hard enough as is, yeah?"

Ghost, your beloved husband who's knees ache in the cold, kneels on the hardwood floor to slip the shoes from your feet. He kisses your knees while he's at it, then shuffles closer to rest his head against your stomach, all soft and love-sick.

"I missed you." He repeats.

You never tell him to stop. You know how important this is to him. You know he's scared of you not coming back om day, of there being a second urn on the mantle next to Johnny's.

"I love you." He says. And you hear the silent please don't leave me.

[rawme-price]

No thoughts just ghost being your purse.

No, he's not holding your purse or whatever, he is your purse. Rather, his stupid cargo pants are.

Because ghost insists on wearing the same pants he wears on base, no point in buying more clothes if he already owns some. He's such a big guy that his pockets are just as big to match.

Which is to say, after so long sharing an apartment your purse has moved to the desk he empties his pockets onto each night. Chapstick, sunscreen, earbuds, chargers. Hell, he even keeps your mini version of beloved on him in case you want to read.

It's like a game to him, pre-emptively pulling out whatever item you'll need before you ask for it. He beams under his mask when he guesses right, passing you chapstick and receiving a kiss under the corner of his eye for it.

Now if only you could stop him from handing you a tazer whenever you get into an argument with someone....

[sassyfrassquatch]

Thinking about how truly spoiled we have been with our broadcasters over the years. The voices we've had calling our games, the care and consideration that they put into each broadcast. The genuine heartfelt moments they allowed us to share with them. There are so many terrible, awful, no good games that were made better by the people calling them.

Thank you to our broadcasters, past and present, for being the comforting voices of our youth and adulthood 💙💚

[bevsi]

”this file type is not supported” umm grow up?

[longnuts]

Your ass is getting opened in notepad

[rawme-price]

Your husband, ghost, refuses to sleep in bed with you.

He tried to pretend, for the first few nights together, but you'd always wake up to his side cold and empty. Walking through the dark house wrapped in a blanket only to find ghost sleeping on the couch, or a few times the floor.

Its....it's embarrassing, really. What kind of spouse are you that your own husband can't stand sleeping next to you?

Ghost never talks about it, gets all quiet and huffy when you try to ask. The same exact way he does when he's trying to hold his tongue to avoid an argument. Leaves the room with the kind of silence that saws into your ribs.

"Are you having second thoughts, si?" You ask at the dinner table. The foods a bit burnt, left on burner too long in your mounting anxieties about this whole thing.

Ghost nearly chokes on his food, having to cough into his fist before he looks at you with near-panic "christ, love, what?"

"About us, our marriage." You explain, unable to stop once you've started. You try to temper the hurt in your voice by cutting a bit of carrot into pieces "you refuse to sleep in our bed. Is it....is it because of me?"

There goes being subtle.

Thankfully, ghost sits up ramrod straight as if shocked, voice taking that military-stern undertone he does sometimes. "No. Absolutely not, love. You are the only thing I want in life."

"....then why not sleep next to me?" You bite your lip, knowing ghost is being truthful but still so confused.

Now it's his turn to stare at the food. "It...it feels wrong. The matress." Ghost pauses to scrub an annoyed hand over his non-existent stubble "too damn soft. Reminds me of home."

Oh. Oh, christ. Of course ghost wouldn't be able to sleep like that, reminded of that place.

Now that you have an answer, you refuse to let it continue as a problem.

A bit of online shopping, and fighting with the too-narrow doorways of your house, you have a gift for simon when he's back from a few days on base. You stand proudly in front of what seems to be a normal bed, only to peel back the covers with a flourish.

"Ta-daa!! Your side and my side! I made sure to find the same mattresses used on base," you mentally note to thank kyle later for that. Ghost is dead silent as he takes in the bed, which is really two beds squished directed next to each other. "Do you like it?"

Ghost pulls you into a hug, but you can still tell he's crying by the shake of his chest.

That night, when you reach across the cavern for your simon, scared fingers are waiting to wrap around yours.