This where you can find everything I have written so far! Enjoy! If a story has a Part Two it will be colored to match Part One.
Rick Grimes:
Another Day, Another Trail, Another Turn, Another Road. It had been days of going house to house, and one night you were struggling, Rick decided to help. Based off this request. //Link here.
Things are finally calming down after terminus. Not for long of course. When you checked on Bob you got taken with him. When they came back Rick made sure they would never touch you again. Based off this request. //Link here.
Alas there is always danger around you, from the undead, to disease, killers. This danger was a different type of danger. It all started with wanting to smell a flower, ended up being a confession. Based off this request. //Link here.
When a run goes bad, Rick realizes how much he really yearns for you, and decides to give you a taste of it. //Link here.
You told Rick not to stop, and he obliged. //Link here.
Rick Grimes Head Cannons with Smoking. //Link here.
Based off this request. //Link here.
Ramble. //Link here.
Ramble. //Link here.
Ramble. //Link here.
Arthur Morgan:
Arthur Morgan never wanted to fall in love with you, he didn’t want anyone to get close. The man didn’t want to hurt a sweet little thing like you. That thinking didn’t last long though, can you blame him? //Link here.
Arthur Morgan Getting Married Head Cannons. Based off this request. //Link here.
Based off this request. //Link here.
Joel Miller:
It was a slow night in Jacksonville Texas for Joel’s bar. Getting ready to close up shop early sadly, well until you came in and well that changes things. //Link here.
After that night Joel has waited for your return, he wanted to fix things, so when you do show up, will he actually fix it? Or will he let you slip out of his hands again? Part Two. //Link here.
You are new to Jacksonville and you met Joel Miller. After meeting for the first time Joel has kept his eye on you. //Link here.
It’s been a few weeks since that night. Both of you are stubborn, and one day your pipes freeze...Part Two. //Link here.
Ramble. //Link here.
Pedro Pascal:
During an interview you noticed how Pedro looked in his leather pants, you also noticed how soft they were, like you could glide on them…Pedro also noticed you looking, and he also got ideas….these are the ideas. //Link here.
After a year of being friends Pedro finally confesses and well this is your reaction. //Link here.
The Geralt of Rivia:
It all started one fateful night in a small village called Claywich. He was just looking for some bounties that day, but now he was in a small room having a bath...with a woman he just met. How did he get here? //Link here.
Things go down hill for Geralt when he was ambushed and attacked from behind and left for death. Or so he thought. //Link here.
Kai Parker:
It had been a few years since Kai and you separated ways. He felt that his life was too much for you, so he decided to cut ties, to let you go. Though it had been some years of being lonely which meant he had gotten into a new relationship. At the time of this you were in Mystic Falls visiting your family and when you spotted them you felt like you were going to break…That feeling went away when you realized how much she looked like you and you saw how “good” he was with her. You knew he was just replacing you…That you had built him brick by brick. Based off this request. //Link here.
While getting intimate you turned off the lights…Kai didn’t like that one bit so he decided to keep them on and show you why they needed to stay on. //Link here.
Kai Parker Head Cannon Of Him Having A Crush On You. Based of this request. //Link here.
Daryl Dixon:
Daryl noticed you the first day you started working in the local general store. Ever since then he had come to see you, to have you notice him, maybe be interested. So this is your first “date”. //Link here.
So you guys had your first date and it turned out..pretty well. This is the phone call Daryl makes to you, and what happens on the phone call. Things are said and things are established. Have a read to find out what. Part Two. //Link here.
Daryl Dixon Head Cannons As Friends with Feelings. //Link here.
Leon Kennedy:
You had just started working at the police force in Raccoon City. Things were looking up for you, finally moving away from home, a fresh start. You were going to stay to yourself, no lovers, nothing. All of that crumbled when Leon Kennedy: a highly skilled U.S. government special agent asked you to come over to his place. He had just gotten back from a mission and when he saw you he knew he just had to have you. //Link here.
It had been a long time since Leon had some time off, been a while since he time to go out with friends, to a club. The night felt like it was going to be a bust, until he saw you. The way you looked at him, he had to just get a better look. //Link here.
Ramble. //Link here.
Ramble. //Link here.
Ramble. //Link here.
Deacon St. John:
It was just a crush, it was only that, nothing else, couldn’t be. In a world like this to have a crush as well? After the world turned you landed in the camp called Lost Lake, that was when you saw him for the first time. Ever since that day you have had a crush, a confusing crush, because he ignored you and you still liked him? //Link here.
Anthony Bridgerton:
It was the first ball of the season, was also your first season as well. Not coming from a wealthily background made you unsure of yourself. Mother didn’t care and gave you no choice but to go. If it wasn’t for her, The Viscount wouldn’t have been given the opportunity he was given that night. We shall found out what that opportunity is. //Link here.
Jake Sully:
There was a word of an Ikran Rider that was like no other, swift through the night, bonded with their Ikran as they were one. The Na’vi people spoke about the mysterious rider, as no one knew who they were, they rode alone. The way they flew was not just for aid to get somewhere, it was to really fly. Jake heard the people speak, curiosity got to him. When everyone fell asleep one night he snuck out to the Thundering Rocks to see for himself. What he didn’t know was how it would alter his world. //Link here.
Jake didn’t know how much his world would be affected when he met the rider, not knowing it would make him want to connect. When he asked for you to stay with him you told him you needed time to think, he gave you two days to come to your decision. To have a life with him at the home tree, or to be alone. Though what wasn’t foretold was the start of an attack, maybe the start of a war? Maybe two days was two days too long? Part Two. //Link here.
König:
König Head Cannon of Becoming His Partner. //Link here.
Peter Parker (A.G):
You and Peter have been together for three years now. Things have been going good, at least to you. With how busy he has been with “work” he is worried he will lose his spark with you. So of course he says yes when he gets the chance to step in and make dinner for you and well…this is now it goes. //Link here.
Heyyy…uh been a while, I have writers block atm and have no ideas, so I am asking if anyone has ideas to comment below! You can look at my work to see what I kinda go for!
He grunted out leaning back for air. Joel’s was heaving as he looked up at you. He wiped his chin off with the back of his hand, standing up as he did. His frame towered over you, blocking out the overhead light. This made your thighs squeeze together harshly, which made you hiss still sensitive from what he had just done. When he got home that night he had a look in his eyes which meant one thing. That ended with him on his knees in front of you, taking his time pleasing you. A lick here, a bite there, a groan somewhere in between. Finally he let you release, but that didn’t mean he was done with you get.
Joel smiled softly as he took you in. Your eyes gleaming with that look of lust and love. He knew that look because he had it in his eyes as well. He leaned down kissing you softly letting you taste yourself. With his hands he tilted your head, getting a better angle. It made your lips part with a sigh. Joel immediately took that as an invitation. Without breaking the kiss he leaned down putting his hands on the back of your thighs lifting you up with ease. He gave them a good squeeze “you taste sweeter than sugar sweetheart….”
Carefully he set you down, covering you completely. If someone walked in they would have never even realized that someone was underneath him. Gently you ran your hands down his chest, feeling the soft hair that spread across his chest, down his stomach, and even lower. The thought made you lick your lips, looking back up at him making eye contact. This made Joel chuckle softly shaking his head “that look is going to get you in deep trouble now…”. Though you knew that really meant he would get in trouble…
You and Peter have been together for three years now. Things have been going good, at least to you. With how busy he has been with “work” he is worried he will lose his spark with you. So of course he says yes when he gets the chance to step in and make dinner for you and well…this is how it goes.
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A special request from a friend for him, I couldn’t say no even with my requests closed. Got a weakness it seems, now you better enjoy this and text me immediately after. Anywho, pure fluff, just how they want and I am gonna deliver. Also not accurate, did the best I could.
It was another day in Manhattan, the weather was slightly cold, hoodie weather. At the moment you were walking your dog Nana through Central Park. Her tail was wagging like crazy as it usually does. This made you laugh shaking your head. Andrew got her for you on your guys two year anniversary. Though it wasn’t a total surprise as he had to make sure you would actually like them. That was one of the things you loved about him, even with a surprise he has to make sure you are happy and okay first. The two have lived together since just a few months in, yes crazy. Though it has worked for you guys and it is three years later. Today Peter was working a long day at the Lab, as he said. He said he wouldn’t be home until later and to not wait up for him.
You of course understood, he was busy, he was taking care of you as well. He has been paying for everything, and your schooling as well. You told him he didn’t have to do any of it, but he insisted. Peter wanted to support you, have you flourish, rise above. Peter knew he couldn’t go to school, live a normal life, this was his normal that he was okay with. When he wasn’t with you he was Spider-Man, the friendly neighborhood hero. He preferred more who he was with you. That was just Peter Parker your boyfriend, who was deeply in love with you, lived with you, takes care of a dog with you, the guy who works at a lab and comes home scooping you up in arms kissing your face like crazy.
Not long you were back at your shared apartment. You got Nana taken cared of. Since you had the place to yourself you put on some music, turned on the shower and got in. It was nice when you could have all the hot water to yourself, even if you loved sharing. Saving water like he would always say as an excuse. The thought made you shake your head, making you miss him. You couldn’t lie, it was hard at times, with how much you missed him. A part of you wished he didn’t do it to himself and just let you help. What you didn’t realize was that he needed this, to have something to keep him focused and grounded. Everything in life felt like it was pulling him everytwhere at once. When he first laid eyes on you all the pulling and tugging stopped. Everything went still for the first time in his life. So yes as crazy as it seems he needs to work hard for you, care for you. Have you clear headed and able to take on anything.
One thing he never says out loud is that he is worried one day something will take him away from you. That you would not be sure what to do. So Peter has everything set up for you if something does happen, that you will be safe and well taken cared of. The long awaited question is yes he hasn’t told you about who he is, his powers, any of it. Three years in and he just can’t bring himself to do it. If you knew it meant you were at greater risk, he kept you away from it, the more away from it the more safe you were. That’s what he thought…another part of him thought because of how he has been he will lose his spark with you. That you will get fed up, even if you knew what he was doing it for. He is worried it will make it worse if he tells you who he was. The more he would have to be away from you, because if you knew, he of course would be out there more.
Peter knew you would be so understanding if he told the truth. If he just confessed…but he would shut it down. He was selfish, he wanted to keep the two of them separate from each other. Everything would change if the two ever mingled or brushed each other. Peter chewed on the back of a pen as he looked at the screen, today he was actually at the lab doing some research on some cells. A colleague wanted him to have a look before he clocked out. With a sigh of relief he logged out shutting everything down for the day. Taking his glasses off he rubbed his eyes, loosening his tie to top off his tired state. When he reached his car he pulled out his keys. The small pink puff ball hanging off his keys made him smile, it was a keychain you got him as a joke. Though Peter didn’t think it was a joke, he loved it and thought it was so cute. He still does.
The drive home he was wondering what you were doing, what nana was doing. He was getting antsy to see you. He rushed up the stairs and through the door. You were nowhere to be found, nana was settled on the couch. His senses heightened as he took in the apartment. Peter heard the shower running which made his breathing go back to normal. He ran a hand through his hair dropping his bag, with a grunt he plopped down next to Nana rubbing the back of her ears “hey girl…she cleaning up?”, all he got in response was a grunt. Peter nodded “I see, you seemed to have had a very long day huh nana?”. You were wrapped in a towel standing in the doorway watching the two of them. You laughed “oh yeah she has been working hard like you have”, Peter turned his head his lips curling into that soft smile he has reserved just for you. Without a word he stands up walking over to you. He is much taller than you, when he always get close like this you have to look up to meet his eyes. It made heat flush up your neck, even after three years later it had its effects on you.
Peter reached up wrapping his hands around your arms pulling you close, pressing you against him. You could feel his heart racing, yes you still had the same effect on him as well after all these years later. Peter leaned down pressing a soft kiss to your lips “hey you…cleaned up?”, shyly you nodded “I am…how was work?”. The question made him sigh leaning his head back slightly, you could see his adam’s apple moving. He then looked back down at you “it was boring…a lot of cells…a lot of opinions, a lot of me missing you honestly…”. The last part made you giggle “oh yeah? Funny I missed you too”. Peter licked his lips looking down at yours “that is funny…” his voice was slightly rougher when he replied. You knew what that tone meant, you pushed him away slightly “oh no…we haven’t even had dinner yet”.
It was like a lightbulb went off in his head, make you dinner, spend time with you. Peter cleared his throat “I can um…make dinner if you want…”. Now this made you chuckle because bless him truly. He has never made dinner and when he has cooked it hasn’t gone well as he remembers. At first you were going to protest, but the more you thought of him the kitchen the more you liked it. You had a glint in your eye and that made Peter’s heart flutter. Slowly you nodded “okay…you make dinner…I am going to go get lotion on and clothes…”. With that you went to the bedroom leaving him alone in the room. Peter looked over at the kitchen biting his lip, thinking what the hell was he going to make? After some digging he found some pasta, red sauce, garlic and onion. This was something he can work with. So he got to work, he got the water on. He even found some wine the two of you could have. Things were looking hopeful for him. For sure he was going to sweep you off your feet.
After he added the pasta into the water he took off his jacket and tie finally. The glasses have been tossed somewhere as he was simply winging it. This was a sight to see, not a lot saw it. Some never will. You were in the bedroom lotion and clothes on. You could have gone out already, but you were scrolling on your phone. You wanted him to wait a little, to see how long he lasts before something happens. So far, so good. Peter was now chopping the garlic up, muttering about how annoying this part is. You felt like it was finally time, if he had made it this far maybe it was going to work out. You walked out the hallway to the kitchen and you saw him squinting looking at the side of the pasta jar. His glasses were on the table and you handed them to him.
He let out a soft thank you putting them on “oh yeah way better, there is a reason for them huh?”. You rolled your eyes at his joke kissing his cheek. While looking at his set up you saw the wine. Two glasses next to it, you thought why not help. You poured a decent amount in both handing one to Peter. The two of you cheers taking sips. It was a deep red, the kind you both liked. He set the glass down picking up the jar again. You leaned against the counter crossing your arms, glass still in hand. Peter tried opening the jar and it wouldn’t budge. This made him frown, he rolled his sleeves up “you gonna be like that?” He shook his head trying again and you could see his knuckles turn white. Now his face was flush from strain and embarrassment.
With a breathy laugh he looked over at you “seems it doesn’t want to be opened, but I will keep trying”. Without a word you took a sip of your wine eyeing him over the rim. Peter watched your mouth the whole time, with a shudder he looked back at the jar. No matter what he was going to get the damn jar open. He was so close to the finish line. Pasta was finishing up, garlic ready, girlfriend having wine. It was perfect. He was deep in thought as he was twisting the jar. You watched him wondering if he was going to really get it open? You were okay if he couldn’t. You then remembered that you guys had another in the pantry that you could grab. Setting your glass down you walked into it looking around, it was on a low shelf. As you grabbed it you heard a bang, water splashing and a yelp from the kitchen…
For a second you stayed in the pantry to brace yourself for what you were about to witness. You took a few deep breaths then you turned around walking onto the kitchen. Peter was facing away from you, he hasn’t even moved from where it happened, frozen in time. You covered your mouth looking down and you saw the the pasta was everywhere on the floor. Peter was looking down at it all “I tripped on my own feet…I literally tripped”. He looked at you, his eyes full of defeat. This made your heart ache, Peter sighed “I gave up opening the jar and decided to drain the pasta instead…I am so sorry…”. After a heartbeat you walked over reaching out cupping his face with both hands. You gently kissed his lips “let’s order pizza…”. He nodded, his shoulders releasing the tension they had in them. The two of you chose a place to order from and after the order was placed you guys cleaned up the kitchen.
After the pizza came, you guys went to the living room. Peter put on a random movie sitting close to you. The two do you ate out the box, not caring for plates. Peter kept one arm around you the whole time. A part of him truly couldn’t believe that you were real, that you were his. That it has been years and you are still here. Even with him messing up dinner, working like usual. You still loved him, still helped him. Because you loved him for who he was, not for what he did for work, or how he cooked. He is more than that, always has been. As he was Spider-Man, the local neighborhood hero. Oh yeah by the way you have known for two years, that is also why you are also so understanding. A year in the relationship you worried he was cheating so you searched his things for clues. You didn’t find clues, but you found his suit. Once you saw it everything clicked. Of course you didn’t tell him because you knew he has his reasons.
Arthur Morgan never wanted to fall in love with you, he didn’t want anyone to get close. The man didn’t want to hurt a sweet little thing like you. That thinking didn’t last long though, can you blame him?
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Haven’t written about this old fool in a while, been missing him. This is a little idea I had, music is my main source for ideas. Also reader is of age, like mid twenties. All my stories reader is in mid twenties. They just live with their parents for this time period, makes more sense. Mentions of reader being called a girl, ignore if you want, not accurate.
There was rumors of a gang just outside of the small town of Valentine. A young boy messing around in the woods spotted them, his face in a panic as he rushed to your house. The boy who saw them was your little brother Tommy Lee. You just brushed him off when he told you this, saying that he was just making things up. There wasn’t much for a child to do. Poor thing was starting to think things he was imagining were real. Though you told him not to say a word to anyone else, even if he was just making stories. The chance that was true meant trouble for them. You wanted to know who they really were. To see if they were actually bad or not That night you decided to go see for yourself, to see if it was all true or wrong. Carefully you snuck out your window, tripping as you got out falling straight on your ass. This made you groan softly as you stood up, after giving yourself a minute you looked around. You were trying to remember which way Tommy was running home from. Finally you remembered and started walking that way, using the directions he gave you in a hurry you stumbled upon it. Bushes and trees were protecting you from their vision, crouching down to make sure they didn’t see you.
From your view you could see some lanterns and some shapes that looked like tents. Carefully you reached out to move some of the leaves that was blocking your view. That’s when you could finally see the camp. There were some tents, you could see some wagons too. There was a bonfire on the center of the camp, you could see the shapes of people. You were too far to get a real look at them, a part of you wanted to get closer, maybe even say hi. Another part of you was scared, that said this was a safe distance, good enough for now. The fear took over more so you stayed right where you were, just watching. There were some around a table. From the way they were moving and sitting it seemed liked they were playing a card game. Then you saw some people were around the fire talking, maybe even laughing? The notorious gang was playing cards and laughing around a camp fire. It made you confused, made your eyebrows furrow. The rumors going around about this gang made it seem like they were scary crazy killers. You could see women around, you could even hear the sound of a child in the mix of muffled voices. For a while you stayed still just watching. There was a certain figure that caught your eye though.
The way he stood among the others, taller, broader, he had some authority about him. People moved out of the way when he walked, bowed their heads and hats in hello as he passed. It made you tilt your head, made your body lean more forward, the same pull he had on them, he seemed to have it on you too. Though the watching was nice, it didn’t last. You leaned over too far and fell face first, luckily still covered. Even if you were covered the bushes moved, making enough noise to alert. It made everything going on through the camp still. People stood up, looked in your direction. You were doomed, they were walking towards you. Scrambling up you ran back to where you came from. While running home you never looked back, you don’t know if they saw you, heard you, followed you. It didn’t matter, you had to get away anyway. Finally you made it home, you crawled through the window, jumped right into bed. Yes with shoes on that is how scared you were. That night you vowed that you never go back there, you would never think of them again. You would never think of that man, no matter how much he affected you. It wasn’t right, you would be in big trouble with your parents.
The vow was broken the very next day, you thought of the mystery man the minute you woke up. You wondered what color his eyes were, what his voice was like, what he was like. Was he scary? Kind? Quiet? Loud? These thoughts clouded your mind all day, no matter what you did to try to distract yourself you just couldn’t stop thinking of him. It was to the point your mother was looking weirdly at you when all of you were having supper. It took everything in you to seem normal, that you weren’t thinking what you were thinking. It seemed to work because she stopped looking and continued eating. The pressure that was building in your chest seemed to fade slightly when she backed off. You stayed home that night, deciding not to go back, it would be way too soon. No matter what you would be caught, as you made the camp on edge. Having them think someone is spying, someone followed them. It would make them laugh if they knew the reality. It made you turn red and hide your face under the covers at the thought. Just embarrassing. The next day you were told to watch your brother. He wanted to go to the lake, the one near the camp…So off the two of you went. It didn’t take long for the two of you to get there. Tommy played in the water, made mud pies, did kid stuff. While he played you sat down with your back against a tree facing him, with a book in your hand. The breeze was perfect, the thoughts were tame, everything seemed to be fine.
Though it didn’t last long. While watching Tommy three men on horses were trotting on the other side of the lake on the trail. They were looking at the two of you. Slowly you closed your book, Tommy was oblivious of it all. You stood up, to show you are watching, that you don’t want to talk. Though something in your mind clicked when you looked into a certain pair of blue eyes. Quickly you studied his face, his build, the clothes. It was the mystery man from the camp, the gang. The one you have been thinking about. There were two other men with him, one with black hair and a bow, the other with silver hair and wise eyes. They looked at you as they passed by, studying you. The mystery man looked you up and down like he had seen you from somewhere. You could see something click in his eyes…so he did see you that night. It was because of your curls, the way they bounced when you ran. They have been stuck in his mind, he had been drawing vivid details of your hair and shape in his journal. He wanted to know who you were, why you were watching, and why you ran. He didn’t tell the others that he saw you, that you were just a girl.
His lips curled into a smirk as he looked at you, it got even bigger when he saw that you knew too. The others were ahead of him, he gave you a sly wink, then trotted up to others catching up. Then he was gone, Tommy still playing with mud. Though you couldn’t see it, you could feel the heat rise to your cheeks and you could feel it go down your neck. You gave Tommy a few more minutes, quickly you helped him clean up in the lake. When you got home supper was already ready. While you ate you thought of the man. You finally had a face to put your thoughts too and boy did it not help at all. The striking blue eyes, the stubble that crossed his skin, the forearms he had on him. It had you tossing and turning in your bed all night, had you squeezing your thighs together to get some type of friction. This went on throughout the night to the early morning. You ate your breakfast slowly, your eyes droopy, but your mind was racing. All you could think about was him, you needed to see him again, you had too. It was becoming torture at this point just trying to contain yourself. So that day you decided that you were going to go back and see him again, maybe even say something.
The whole time while you were going through this, Arthur actually was struggling himself. All he could think about was you, all about you. The way you blushed when he looked over, the protective look you got in your eyes, the way the dress clung to your curves. It was hard to concentrate when he had to go out hunting after he just saw you. He was missing his shots, cursing himself every time, when he would put his finger on the trigger your eyes would flash into his mind. It would make him miss fire. Charles and Hosea looked at each other with raised brows, confused as he rarely ever missed his shots. They shrugged it off to him having a bad day. Luckily they got some game and brought it back to the camp. The cook started to get to work, everyone was settling down as the sun was lowering. Arthur was sitting down on his cot, his journal now opened in his lap. A pencil was in his hand and he was sketching. What was he sketching? The answer was you. He had a face to put on the past sketches he drew last night. They weren’t perfect, but he caught the emotion in your eyes, the scrunch of your nose that you did out of habit and didn’t even notice. He shaded in the slight blush you had when you caught on that he recognized you.
He smiled to himself as he drew, seeing his drawing come to life made him yearn even more to see you again. A part of him thought that you would come back that night, it was a crazy thought. He tried to shake it off as just him being a hopeless romantic as people called it. Though he was right, you were going to the camp to see him. Soon the sun disappeared and everyone was sleeping in there tents. Arthur was awake lying down on his cot staring up at the canvas that shielded him, the cart next to him as a makeshift wall. He could see the campsite from where he was laying. No one was awake, he could just slip out right now. Go back to the river bed, and wait for you. So that’s what he did. He put his boots and hat back and started heading back. At the same time you were climbing out your window as quiet as you could be. You rushed through the trails, something in you said to take the way that crosses the river. Though it wasn’t truly a river, it was a very wide creek, though it connected to a bigger river.
When you arrived it was truly dark, you could barely see a thing around you. The only way you knew where you were was because of the full moon you had. While you were looking around at your surroundings, Arthur was there already. He was leaning against the big oak tree, a cigarette hanging from his lips. The red amber glow that came from it was the only reason you saw him. You froze in place, your heart started racing as well. Arthur exhaled some smoke looking at the tree line “I had a feeling you were gonna show up”, then he looked at up you, though you could barely see his features in the dark, it was more of a feeling “you were the one that was watching us the other night…I knew it from the minute I looked at’cha”. Carefully you inched closer to him, when you reached the tree you could smell the tobacco, the leather, and the gun oil. Arther stayed very still, like he was trying not to startle a fox. He waited for you to reach out or for you to speak. It took a minute as now you could see more of his features the moonlight helping you see. You could see the beard that was taking shape across his face, it making him look even more rugged than he needed to be. You couldn’t see the scar that was underneath on his chin though.
Arthur flicked the cigarette down smushing it with his worn out cowboy boot. With attentive eyes you watched his every move, the way his body moved with the motion itself. It made your heart race because as he shifted his shoulder it almost touched your chest. That’s how close you were to him. You took a deep breath making eye contact with him “what’s your name?”. He tilted his head slightly lifting up his hat so you get better view of him “Morgan…Arthur Morgan.” His southern drawl sounded thicker up closer and it made your heart start to beat funny. With a stammer you told him your name which made his lips curl into a small smile. A soft intimate one just for you truly. Arthur looked around looking deep in thought “I ain’t going to tell em darlin…but you need to be more careful when you go snoopin around you hear me?”. All you could do was nod, the look in his eye was stern. Though you could see the crack of softness in his eye when you nodded. He sighed looking down at his hand “I-I don’t do this…I shouldn’t be…but here I am…”. You look down and carefully reached out for his hand, taking it into yours. His fingers immediately laced with yours bringing you closer. The tug made you trip slightly landing into his arms.
The two of you held eye contact for the longest time as his arms wrapped around you, not wanting you to fall. That was the reason at first, but after that…he had no excuse. The man just wanted to hold you close, he wanted to feel your heartbeat, to prove that you were real. He kept his hands on your upper arms not daring to go lower. Out of nerves he licked his lips, which you locked right in on. His breath hitched when he realized where you were looking at. Clearing his throat he squeezed your arms gently “now I know that look…” he started “that is a very bad idea look…” he chuckled shaking his head in disbelief “we shouldn’t…I am not the kinda man you need or want”. The whole time he was talking you were just focusing on his mouth, the way it moved, how they were chapped and scarred up they were as well. Though his lips stopped moving, you looked up and he was looking at you intently “now I am warning you…you need to know what I do…I kill, I run from the law, I don’t stay in one place, I can’t be a husband, I can’t be a man that takes care of you the way he should…”.
From the beginning you knew he was an outlaw. That’s how you found him in the first place. The whole time you thought of the pros and cons. Though cons weighed out more, you didn’t care. You wanted him, you wanted a chance, to see if maybe…just maybe you could be his. Arthur bit his lip then rubbing a hand down his face seeing that your eyes and face haven’t changed, this was going to be harder than he thought. Carefully you reached out with both hands cupping his face “Arthur…just kiss me…”. Without another word he wrapped his hands around your waist pulling him you flush to his chest. His lips collided with yours with such tenderness it made your knees weak. Arthur reading your body already pulled you up gently using just one arm to keep you up and close. The other moved to the back of your head cradling it, tilting your head to the side to get a better angle. From the motion a small sound escaped your lips getting swallowed by Arthur. The one hand on your waist squeezed slightly harsher than it was “god dammit…” he cursed out loud looking back towards where his camp was. Then he looked back to you, his eyes turning soft again. With a sigh he kissed your temple nearest to him “oh sweetheart…it’s too late isn’t it?”
And that it was….
Hey guys, here is this. So sorry for mistakes or errors. If it gets a good review I may make a part two. Been a while. Life is stressful. My anxiety is pretty bad. Enjoy. Here is my MasterList.
note: a cute ‘lil Deacon St. John x reader, now it doesn’t outright say that it’s a romantic or platonic relationship between the two. it can be either.
‘___’ are for the name you choose to use.
pairing: Deacon St. John x reader
warning: edited still could be errors, and mentions of Sarah being a bit rude.
tags: @slxyquxxn 💚
“Lieutenant Whitaker?”
“Corporal.”
“I have another requisition form for you.” She didn’t wait for any conformation, just expecting me to take them.
I read it over and the last known location of the items.
“If I may, Lieutenant— seeing as though, Corporal St. John knows his way around these areas, I’d like to take him with me, ma’am.”
She thinks about it, feeling a deep sense of jealously well up in her chest. “Your request has been denied, Corporal. You will go alone. Follow the map, it’s not that hard.”
I try not to show any annoyance and instead salute in agreement, then walked out the tent without another word.
I roll my eyes and mumble a profanity, as my feet carried me to my bike at the front of the camp.
I began to lift my leg up to mount the bike, only to feel a hand on my shoulder. I’m quick to look up and notice, it’s just Deacon.
“___.”
“Corporal.”
“Oh, please not you too. Don’t call me that, not when it’s just the two of us.”
“Whatever you say, Deek.”
“That’s more like it,” He says setting a hand on the open seat behind me, and comes down to my height. “So, where are you off to?”
“Well, I have to go out and get supplies for.. Lieutenant Whitaker.” Deacon nods and looks at me with sympathetic eyes, feeling as if he is to blame for this.
“I see, do you want me to come with you?”
“I would, but you see… the Lieutenant doesn’t want you coming with me. ‘Says it’s not hard to follow a map.”
He says nothing more, and instead backs away and swinging his leg over his bike. “Deacon…”
He didn’t respond and instead revs his engine. “I’m going with you, and that’s an order, Corporal.”
“You’re so damn stubborn.”
“If it means, I get what I want, then I’ll do it time and time again.”
Rick grunted softly into the crook of your neck, he was breathing so hard he was making droplets along your collar bone. It made you whine out from overheating, it had you pushing him back slightly. Rick immediately pulled away sitting on the back of his knees. His hard on was slick covered, still so ready for you, but he thought something was wrong. Your vision that was going blurry cleared as you tried to look for him. Rick reached out carefully grabbing a trembling hand “it’s okay sweetheart…you are safe…stop…” he then kissed the knuckles on that hand, making it seem more intimate than the sex itself.
Quickly you started shaking your head “please…it was just a little hot…please come back” the vulnerable tone in your voice made the heat in his eyes turn soft. Rick sighed softly kissing your forehead “I just want you to know, it stops when you say so, no matter what I feel okay? Don’t feel pressured with me…”, all you did was nod as you were lost for words. You knew he was a kind hearted person, always there, helping out, but this? It was different because he was only this way for you, truly. Rick looked down adjusting his tip back to your entrance “so sweetheart… you can take some more now yeah?”
Your vision was blurry, tears were streaming down your face. All you could do was focus on your breathing , as above you was Leon Kennedy and you were his for the taking. 5 years of being together he just gives you a look and you know what he wants. He wants to fuck you into the oblivion, right down into the springs of the mattress. You were folded in half at this point, he knew you could take it all, that you wanted too. Just for him. Leon chuckled kissing your temple then he gives the deliberate roll of hips making your vision turn into stars. He tilted his head pulling back enough to get a really good look at you.
While he was admiring you sniffled keeping eye contact with him your breathing shallow. You were filled to the brim and then some, not sure how. But here you were, a leaking, blabbering mess. His favorite mess, just so cute being stuffed full of him. Leon started moving quicker, started slamming into you, making the back of your thighs bright red. His breathing started going ragged, his eyes rolled back slightly. He leaned down kissing your cheek gently “I am going to fill you up again…can you take it?”.
His question made you squeeze down around his length, making him cry out again, calling out your name. Quickly he lifted himself up leaning against the back of his heels, his hands gripped your hips making sure to grab hard enough to leave marks for tomorrow. He moved your hips on his on accord, matching his thrusts with them. It was making your toes curl from hard he was fucking you. Leon laughed softly when he saw the tears coming out of your eyes. It just spurred him on even more to fuck you even harder. All could hear was the sound of skin slapping and the creak of the mattress, Leon’s favorite song.
Leon couldn’t hear you, he had his hands on your hips gripping you like a vice. The noises of slapping skin and your connection was louder than your voice, he just thought you were blabbering about nothing like you usually do. Leon moved one of his hands into your hair pulling you up to his chest. The pain made you hiss, but it made you squeeze around his length. He let out a choked moan leaning his head back “you’re so fucking tight baby”.
He kept thrusting into you which made you cry out more “fuck!”. You screamed this as you were so close to falling off the edge. Without a warning suddenly everything stopped. His hips, his breathing, all you could hear was your shallow breaths in the room. You turned your head looking back at him from the angle that you could “leon?”. All you could see was pools of black in his eyes, his hair disheveled, you could see the sweat glisten across his chest, the moonlight reflecting off him.
Leon shook his head looking down for a second, like he was trying to hold himself together. When he looked back at you his hand tightened in your hair “Watch your mouth…”. This shocked you, he never told you to watch your mouth. Though it stirred something in you, made you squeeze around him to the point he hissed “you like that?” He tilted he head as he continued “like when I discipline you when you’re full of cock?”. His words made you whine loudly. Leon cooed and started moving his hips again, setting an already hard pace into you “that’s it…” and he kissed your temple gently. Such a sweet thing you are, no need for bad words to come out of it…
So I really don’t care if people cuss, I do it all the time. This was just a little something I thought of and was like, awh cute and wrote it. Enjoy!
You had just started working at the police force in Raccoon City. Things were looking up for you, finally moving away from home, a fresh start. You were going to stay to yourself, no lovers, nothing. All of that crumbled when Leon Kennedy: a highly skilled U.S. government special agent asked you to come over to his place. He had just gotten back from a mission and when he saw you he knew he just had to have you. 18+
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Another Leon one! Everyone seems to really enjoy them heh. I saw someone doing a tour of their apartment and I immediately thought of this, crazy right? Ah gimme a kiss for my brain, I will wait…okay cool thanks. Not accurate at all, made it this way for the story, just wanted to have fun. Mentions of drinking, made up job position, details on reader, ignore that if you want it’s just how I write, also wrap it up people please this is a fantasy I had and this is just some words I wrote.
It was another gloomy day for you in Raccoon City. You could hear how hard it was raining by the way it bounced off your red umbrella almost slipping out of your grip a few times. Your little kitten heels were getting soaked, great for your first day, hair ruined too, shoes wet to add on top, could it get worse? Yes it could. When you reached inside the main doors that lead you to the lobby area everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at you. All of their stares made your skin tingle, putting the hair on your arms on edge. A woman finally moved through the crowd walking up to you “hey…are you the new filing secretary? I’m Sophie, you will be working with me” she raised a hand as she said this, perfectly manicured, waiting for you to shake. When you raised your hand, you could see the difference immediately, your little numbs that you chew on every single day of the week to her long elegant fingers and recently done nails. Sophie’s smile didn’t falter, she took your hand into hers and shook it gently “let’s get you dried off and some coffee to warm you up yeah?”
It was nice to have someone look out for you, she helped dry your hair off, your shoes too, and then she gave you a nice cup of coffee. She gossiped with you about the other employees letting you know what’s what. After getting you settled and done with all the paperwork you had to sign she then brought you to a bare desk, you could see two more near you, assuming one of them is hers. You didn’t bring much with you when you moved from home. Also didn’t bring much for your desk, carefully you pulled out a frame out of your bag. The picture was of you and your childhood dog Rodney. From the beginning the two of you were bonded for life and he was your best friend. With a soft smile of remembrance you placed the picture frame on your desk turning it to face you. Another thing you brought was small little snow globe of New York when you went to visit when you were 15, one of the good memories you have of your childhood. You were assigned a computer, the tech guy set it up for you with ease, gave you login and everything. Sophie helped you set up your account and started to teach you how to file reports, send emails, to set up meetings, very simple.
The two of you were laughing at something when you heard a door open, standing there a man, a big man. He had striking blonde hair and blue eyes. You could see the tiredness consuming him, the alertness too. Sophie looked over and sighed “Hey Leon…”, without looking away from you he nodded “Sophie…” the way he said it, it was like asking her who is this? She rolled her eyes clearly not a fan of him “This is (blank) she is the new filing secretary…”. He nodded looking you up and down, you could see the way his eyes hardened like he was mad at something. This made you look away shyly, not saying a word, not sure what you did. He huffed walking over to the other desk, the third one belongs to him…A grunt came out of him when he sat down, you even heard a crack of a bone settling. Throughout the whole day he never said a word to you, never looked at you, ignored you. It was weird as you really didn’t do anything wrong?
Well that is true you didn’t do anything wrong…but to him you did do something wrong. The way you affected him was wrong, the way he wanted to kiss you, hold you down against that desk, making you whimper for him. He didn’t even know you and wanted you desperately, needed you even…Leon knew he had to have you. Though to the natural eye the way he was behaving was quite the opposite and to you it seemed like he wasn’t interested in you at all. It didn’t stop you at all though, the way you thought about him was just as bad. You imagined what his hands felt like, if they were rough or soft, if he was a talker, if he was a moaner even. Whenever you looked over and saw him doing something that made the muscles in his arms twitch your core ached. If he could just wrap his bicep around your neck, slowly taking your breath away.
It was now the end of the day, Sophie walked you over to the clock out machine and she offered to walk you home too. It was a good first day, expect for strange blond haired man that affected you in so many ways already. The walk home was quiet, she made sure you got inside. Fast forward to the following two weeks which went by in a blur as you were busy with work. It was a Saturday night and you were filing the last report of the day, a small robbery downtown. It was easy to work on, your mind flowing, your hands floating over the keyboard, already used to the system. The whole time you didn’t realize someone was watching you. He crossed his arms leaning against the door frame, his body frame pretty much filled it. He stayed silent just letting you work, the whole time you have been here he has kept up his behavior. It angered him honestly the way he was acting, he wasn’t sure why he was acting like this. Woman were never an issue, but he was, he didn’t like having to talk, to express. Though it was different with you, he wanted to scream about how he felt about you. It crazy, but true.
He noticed your typing slowing down then he noticed the way your body tensed. You finally sensed a presence in the room. Slowly you turned around come your chair looking up at him, no one said a word for a while, both seemed to be afraid to break the spell. Leon cleared his throat looking out the window, you could see the way his adam’s apple moved against the shadow from the moonlight that gracefully covered the room “it’s late…and I uh…wanted to walk you home, make sure you get there safe…”. His words shocked you, he wanted to walk you home? Make sure you get there safe? It made your eyebrows furrow together, he watched your reaction and it looked like he expected it. He pushed off the doorframe walking over to you, keeping a few feet between you still “I am sorry…It’s just…can I just walk you home?”. You could see that there was something else that he wanted to say, though it seemed that he wasn’t ready just yet.
Without another word you grabbed your bag and jacket heading to the door not looking behind you, expecting him to follow, like a dog almost. Which he did, he quickly grabbed his jacket rushing after you, keeping his pace slower than yours, if he walked normally he would have left you behind by now. The whole time the two of you were quiet, though something was simmering under the surface. It felt like it was on the edge of spilling, holding on for dear life to not overflow. After a few blocks the two of you were in front of your apartment building. You turned on your heel finally really looking at him. Leon was already looking at you, focused on you intently, waiting for the next step, your next breath. The keys to your apartment dangled in your hand, not moving an inch to unlock the door. The ultimate sign for him to say something, to do something. Leon looked down at the hand holding them, then glancing back up at you. He then opened his mouth and no words were coming out.
His facial expression which was his face scrunched up in frustration had made a sudden giggle come out of you. Quick to use your free hand to cover your mouth muffling the noise. Leon’s face quickly turned into a smile, the kind of smile that reached his eyes, his heart even. Shaking his head he sighed “I just got back from a mission two weeks ago…I was expecting to come back to a new person, being told from coworkers, but…” He looked down at your lips to your eyes then back down to your lips again “what I didn’t expect was to utterly captivated by you…the minute I saw you I could feel it…so I got scared, defensive, just out of habit I put my guard up”, at his confession he looked down at both of your shoes, the cute little heels you were wearing, his dirty boots on brink of collapse from use on the field. He kept his head down as he continued “the more I did it though, the more I notice you pull away, it scared me even more then my own issues, so that’s why I asked to walk you home…”.
Time felt like it went still, the world stopped turning, it almost felt like your heart stopped. This whole time he liked you? He didn’t hate you? It wasn’t your fault? You watched him as he looked down, still not showing you his eyes. Carefully you reached out with your free hand using the tips of your fingers to lift his chin up. He looked up willingly, even leaning into your touch. You studied his features taking them in, the way his lips were in a flatline, his blonde hair slightly covering his eyes, you could see his jaw clenching. Leon looked over you carefully looking into your eyes, to see if there was something off, that you didn’t want this. You pulled your hand away letting it against your side then you finally spoke “I was never pulling away…I was just letting you be, I was going to keep how I felt to myself…that I liked you, wanted you even…”.
Leon’s eye went wide with shock, but quickly recovered going back to the way they were before, calm and collected. Though he couldn’t help but smile “yeah?”, he took a deliberate step towards you. He was so close you smell the coffee and mint off his breath “you want me baby?”. It took everything in you not to drop to your knees right there in the street. Leon noticed the immediate effect that he had on you, the way your pupils dilated, your lips now slightly parted. All you could do was nod, as he took the words out your mouth. Cat got your tongue? Your reaction made him smile, though his eyes told a different story, they were dark, so inviting to you, just to you.
Of course Leon could have kissed you right then and there, let it get heated, take it back to your place. It was a nice idea, but Leon had much better plans for the two of you. Leon pulled his phone out pulling out the contact page “add your number, I am going to call you when I get home, say goodnight. Then tomorrow we go to work like normal, though I will make sure to let you know I am there for you. You following me sweetheart?”, he tilted his head making sure that you were focusing on his words and you were, a good thing you are. Leon continued keeping eye contact with you, not wanting you to miss anything “then you are going to come home, get ready in something comfortable. When you are ready you are going to text me and I am going to pick you up, we are going to have dinner at my place…any complaints?”.
It was perfect, all planned out for you, no questioning if he wants you the next day, he is already planning your night for tomorrow. Leon waited for your answer letting you process his words, at anytime you could say no, tell him he is crazy and demanding. You didn’t though, you blushed nodding quickly adding your number “what are you going to make?”, the tension in his shoulders released from your question. What a cute little thing you were, all you wanted to know what was for dinner. His eyes softened as you handed his phone back “whatever your heart desires…” so you tell him what you want, your favorite dish. Leon nodded “I can make that…” then he quickly kissed your forehead “now go get some rest, I want you wide awake and pretty for me”. Without another word you turned around following his order, he had a smile on his face the whole time, proud of you and proud of himself.
Right when he got home he called you, not even leaving the car yet. Leon walked into his apartment, listening to you talk about your day, wanting to hear it before you both went to bed. Yes he just saw you, but the tension was so much that neither talked until the very end. It was nice to talk about something normal after the intense confession. He lulled you to sleep, staying on the line for another half hour after you fell asleep, wanting to make sure that you were asleep and okay. Leon took a very cold shower trying very hard not to think about you. Luckily it worked, usually it doesn’t. Leon fell asleep quickly after he laid down, worn out from a long day at work and using a lot of words.
It was next day and you had some nerves flowing through you. Today you were going to see Leon. It will be at work, though you had a feeling things would be going differently today. Being officiant you got ready wearing your usually work look, topping it off with some little heels to make it more you. You made it to work on time, while clocking in you felt a pair of eyes on you. You turned with your right foot facing the pair of eyes and there he was. A smile on his face and two coffees in to go cups. He walked over holding one out to you “I added light cream and sugar as I didn’t know what you liked…” he said this shyly worried you wouldn’t like the gesture. You could feel the eyes from everyone on you. Leon Kennedy, highly trained agent was giving you cup of coffee. It was more than just coffee though, it was showing people that there was something going on. A claim almost.
Leon wanted people to know, he wanted everyone to know that you were off limits, under his protection, his care. You happily took the coffee taking a sip, the caffeine hit you quickly making your back straighten up more. Giving him a smile you reached out touching his forearm gently “thank you…”, Leon didn’t pull away he actually got closer leaning into your touch “anytime” he muttered. After the moment in the lobby the rest of the day went well. The two of you worked, of course stealing glances and soft smiles once in a while. Finally it was the end of the day, Leon grabbed his bag putting on his jacket first and you were doing the same thing. Leon walked over to where you were by the door “text me when you’re ready…I will see you soon…”, he gave you a quick wink then he walked off.
The walk home was brisk, you were practically running to your apartment. You wore something comfortable like he told you to do, you then gave him a quick text telling him that you were ready along with your address. The clock read 6:37pm. It didn’t even take him twenty minutes to arrive at your place. There was a quiet knock at your door, when you opened it Leon was facing the other way looking down the hall. You tapped his shoulder gently and he turned around looking down at you with a small smile “ready?”. The drive to his place was quiet, quick, it was the silence before the storm. He held a hand at the small of your back as he lead you through the lobby of his apartment building, taking the elevator. Leon was taking his time unlocking the door,as if it was holding him back.
When you walked in the scent of him filled your senses. It smelt like leather, cleanness and something uniquely him. He set his car keys down in a bowl on the small table near the door, shrugging off his jacket he looked over at you “ready to eat?”. He was efficient when working in the kitchen, the food was wonderful, it was flavored perfectly too. The whole time he watched you eat, watching the way your eyes warmed up, the way you danced on your stool. After finishing up dinner the two of you went to the living room getting comfortable. The movie he put on was just background noise. Leon had you between his legs, your back against his chest, his hands stayed on his thighs, even in the intimate position he kept it at a limit, not wanting to do too much. You leaned more into his chest grabbing his arms wrapping them around you for him. The tension in his body relaxed and it made him press himself more against you, his arms tightening around you like iron bands.
The air in the room felt tighter, matching the tightness of his arms. You leaned your head into the crook of his neck the best you could breathing him in. He leaned into you making your lips brush against his neck, he hummed in contentment “easy there tiger…you are going to me going…”. Though his words warned you, his tone was all the more inviting. So you started give his neck small kisses, sometimes even little love bites. Each time you did he would let out a small noise, so quiet you could barely hear, but it was just enough. One of his hands moved to tangle into your hair, he tugged your head back gently pulling you away from his neck. He cupped your face really looking at you, you could see his eyes soften. Leon looked over to the wall of books then back at you, “Let me show you something…”. He then reluctantly let you go placing his hands on your waist lifting you up gently, following behind you. He grabbed one of your hands leading you towards the wall.
The wall was filled with books, the TV was in a fitted shelf among the books making it look seamless. Leon reached out to one of the shelves pressing a button that was hidden. It took a second, but there was the sound of a loud latch unlocking making part of the shelves pop open. It was in the shape of a door. To the naked eye you would have never realized there was a hidden room and door. Leon opened it carefully backing up letting you look inside. Straight ahead there was a full wall window, facing the center of the city, the lights twinkling all around the room. Against the window was a bed on a low frame, the dark sheets messed up showing that he was in a rush this morning. There was clothes on the floor, his badge on the desk in the corner, right side of the door.
You walked in, Leon being right behind you. Looking more in the room you could see to the left was a door leading to a bathroom, then a small closet. It was small, but him. Leon let you wander around his room, wanting you to get familiar. You didn’t know this, but he was already planning you to be around for a long time. So he wanted you to get used to his place, comfortable, at home. You walked over to him resting your hands against his chest “it’s you…” you whispered. Your words made him him blush softly “is that a bad thing?” He tilted his head asking, his tone teasing. This made you shake your head your eyes shining with playfulness “not at all…it’s perfect”, now this made his cheeks turn a slight bright shade of pink. Leon leaned down hiding his face in the crook of your neck “thank you…”, he was saying thank you for your words. He was also saying thank you for giving him a chance to show you how he really felt, that he wasn’t some cold prick. That he could be soft, charming, playful, completely yours.
The two of you just stood there for a while, taking in the comfort. Leon was the first to make a move, the hands resting against his sides lifted slowly letting them rest on your hips giving them a soft squeeze. The feel of his fingers digging into your soft skin made you gasp, eyes darting up at him. No one was saying it, but both of you knew where this was going. You leaned into his touch pressing yourself up more against his chest, he could feel the heat radiating off you, he could also feel you shaking from need. He didn’t make you wait any longer, he walked you backwards towards the edge of the bed. When your calves met the bed he carefully laid you down the sheets pooling around you and his body covering you. A wonderful weight on top of you. He took off his shirt and you could the defining of his stomach and chest, not full on abs, but the perfect amount between hard and soft.
Leon looked down at you tilting his head softly, a silent question for you to take your clothes off too. Shyly you reached for the hem of your sweater and it took you a few seconds to take it off...The minute you had it off Leon made a choked sound of raw need calling out to you. You looked up and his lips were parted, his eyes hooded “keep going please…” and you could hear the whining in his voice, begging you to keep going. It sent a thrill for you that you could make him this weak already and you have barely even started. So with a spurt of confidence you reached down to your leggings pulling them off, also your panties along with them. His hands were already on you, his calloused hands glided across your skin. You could feel the slight tremble in his hands, he wants you so bad, but so scared to hurt you.
He was grabbing onto your thighs, your hips, the swell of your stomach. The way he was looking at you was almost like he found his home, finally after all this time. His touches were making you feel hot, achy, needy. Leon looked up at you from one of your breast, still having it in his mouth “you waited for so long sweetheart…” he kissed your pebbled nipple then went to the other one doing the same thing “let me take care of you okay?”. You rested your hands against his back, just letting him give you kisses, bite marks, the whole time praising you. “Such a good little thing you are…you like this?….I love the way you twitch for me baby…”. He cooed when you would whine for him, he would just shush you kissing your nose “I know baby…my cock is aching for you…”.
He reached down starting to unbuckle his belt. It left just the faintest line across the lower part of belly, it was so cute the way he sighed with relief with just his belt being undone. Then he started to work on the button and zipper. The anticipation was killing you, you have dreamed of this since the day you saw him, from the way he looked at you, the way he worked, it just made it more intense. He pushed them down just leaving him in his very tight dark blue briefs. You could see the outline of his hard length and it was intimidating. He was thick, you could even see the vein that cascaded up his length and you also could see the tip peeking out just the slightest bit. It was bright red, begging you to touch. Leon sat back on his knees just looking down at you.
Slowly he reached to the waistline of his boxers pulling them down to his thighs. He could see the look in your eye, like you were looking at some candy. This made him smile, leaving a slight blush on his cheeks again. Gently he grabbed your hand bringing it to his thigh “it’s okay” he whispered. With the tips of your fingers you moved them up and reached out tracing over his tip gently, this made him shudder a soft breath. When you get more comfortable you reached down into his briefs wrapping your hand around his length. He moaned softly resting his hand over yours but over the cloth “fuck baby…”, with his words you started to move your hand. You watched the way his face would react, his little sighs and gasps. Finally you found the perfect rhythm that had his shoulders going slack and his head leaned back. He was leaking all over your hand making a mess, but neither of you cared.
He was so close to release he was muttering your name under his breath, his breathing going even more shallow than before…he was so close. This feeling made him shake his head “n-not yet please…need you…” he moved with hands gently trying to get control of his breathing. When he was more composed he reached into his nightstand and pulled out a golden wrapper. The minute you saw it you reached to stop him “I-I am on birth control….though I have never tried it…”. He froze hunched over you staring at the condom, then down at you, his hair framing his face “are you saying?”. His question made you blush brightly “y-yes I want you to do it…”. Leon dropped the condom on the floor sitting back up on his knees “you know after this, I will be the only one doing that…got it?. You quickly nodded your head and he didn’t know it, but you have been wanting it to be him.
Your nod made him smile, a smile that reached his eyes warming them from the intense heat they had “you are just so delicious you know that?” He tilted his head when asking you and you are starting to realize he does that a lot. This made you whine from his words “Leon please…” and that seem to have struck a cord through him. He reached between your thighs pressing to fingers against your entrance “already so wet for me…do you get wet for me at the office?” while asking this he pressed them both in not giving a warning “come on tell me baby…”. Your eyes rolled back the more he pushed in “yes…everyday I do for you Leon…” it felt a secret when you told him, never thinking you actually would tell him. The confession made him groan leaning down to kiss you, showing his passion in it, his desire. He then pulled away just enough to brush his lips against yours “I get so hard for you everyday at work…having you near all day is the best reward…and such sweet torture….”.
He kept moving his fingers in and out of you until he felt that you were ready, he had you a whining mess holding onto his wrist as he fucked you with his fingers. They filled you so well, making your back arch grinding your hips more to against him, trying to take them deeper. His free hand gripped onto your inner thigh as he pushed them deeper “this what you want?”. He leaned over and started pressing his lips against your temple “greedy little thing…”, he cooed at your whines kissing your nose “I have dreamed of having you on my cock…you think you’re ready for it?”, you couldn’t even answer him because he was curling his fingers pressing into that perfect spot that left you speechless. Leon hummed taking that as his answer, he pulled his briefs all the way off. He kissed your cheek, then your nose again “I will be gentle…at first…” he looked at you to see any regret, any complaints, really anything that said no. The more he looked, the more he saw how sure you were, how much you wanted him. The last bit of tension he had went away when he realized.
When he pulled his fingers out he brought them to his mouth sucking on them, only pulling away when he couldn’t taste you anymore. Giving himself he a few strokes he positioned himself between your legs, pressing his fat tip against your entrance “okay?”. You quickly nodded your head arching your hips, making him press in just the slightest bit. The two of you gasped at the same time because of the feeling, you knew this was going to have to go slow. Leon rubbed the outer part of your thighs gently, starting to slowly push in understanding. It felt like he was already connected to your body, could read what you need, take care of it. The last few inches he laced his fingers into yours kissing your forehead “can I?”, he looked down at you waiting for your answer to his question. What the question was could he push in all the way in one go. The thought made your heart race more than it was, though it was rough this way too. Not taking to long to think it over you looked into his eyes and nodded giving him permission.
Leon kissed the side of your jaw going down to your collarbone, using it to soothe you. While doing so he pushed in quickly finally bottoming out. It made your breathing stop, the way he stretched you was unreal, a dream. It made your vision blurry at the edges, all you could see was big blue eyes and slightly shaggy blonde hair. Leon noticed the way your pupils dilated, the way your body turned to jelly. It made him coo kissing your temple “sweet little thing, already fucked up on my cock?” He tone was light, filled with amusement, and maybe love? You must be overthinking…all you could do was nod to answer his question, words were too much. Leon smiled started to roll his hips bracing himself on his forearms, holding himself up worried that he would crush you. When you noticed him doing this you Immediately pulled him down letting him crush you. This made him groan hiding his face in your neck, his hips started to move quicker, harder, deeper. Only thing on your lips was his name.
Each time you moaned, arched your back, he was there. He would angle his hips to match you, matching your rhythm letting you use him. It got him off knowing you were so focused on getting your release, taking what you wanted. It all felt so good, the way his lips dragged across your skin, how he praised you to keep going, to take what you need. Something in you stirred, you needed to be on top, you needed more. Leon noticed the look in your eye “how do you want me?”, he pulled away slightly ready for your command. You pushed him back more “on your back” you breathed, words finally coming back to you. Without a word he flipped the two of you over still connected to where you were straddling him, while he was on his back. The sudden rush made your skin tingle, it sent a thrill through you how he could just do that to you.
You settled your hands against the dip of his collarbones, his hands quickly wrapped around your wrists anchoring you there, settling you in place. The way he felt was different in the position, he pressed a certain spot that made your eyes squeeze shut and your toes curl. He let you get settled his thumbs brushing over your wrists. Still keeping your hands where they were. Once you felt more comfortable you started to roll your hips, he let out a broken sound of pleasure, you were squeezing non stop, he started to worry he might come way too soon for his liking. He started to thrust up meeting your rolls trying to get you closer, it made your vision go spotty, he noticed the way your lips parted again which made his hips slam up even harder into you. Even when he gave you control for a second he couldn’t help himself, but to take over.
The sudden change of pace had your thighs trembling, you could feel the tightening in your muscles, a sign that you were getting close. Leon moved one of his hands to your hips to steady you and the other reached down oh so carefully to your clit. It made you cry out rolling your hips even harder against him. He groaned when he felt himself push in even deeper “holy fuck you greedy thing” he cursed this to himself, though the look on his face didn’t seem to mind it. Your hands gripped even harder to the bone, Leon understood moving both hands to your hips. When he grabbed them he started to thrust up into you ruthlessly, it had your body moving so hard you feared you were going to hit the wall in front of you. Every time he slammed into you, you would see stars behind your eyes, your toes curled tighter from it. Leon’s head was back deep in the pillows, sweat trickled down his neck, his skin was turning red. The way he was pulsing inside of you, you knew he was close.
You could feel how close you were too, your body was buzzing, your vision was going white, your insides were coiling. Leon was breathing heavily, his movements became erratic, desperate. "I'm gonna fill you up, mark you from the inside. You're never getting away from me…" He muttered this not thinking you would hear, though you heard every word. It made you come, leaning your head back screaming his name. His eyes went wide when he saw this, that feeling went away when he felt himself release. He let out a throaty groan of your name, his hips jerking each time he pumped into you, making sure you are full of him. The two of stayed in that position, giving each other sweet rubs, kisses, praises, just comforting each other after what you the two of you did….
Leon carefully cleaned you up with a warm cloth, he then grabbed one of his shirts putting it on you “you look so cute..” he murmured this as you put it on, making you blush turning away. He quickly cupped your face so you couldn’t turn away again “don’t hide baby, not after that” a smirk was on his face, which made you blush even more. The reaction made him laugh softly, he joined you in the bed pulling your backside against his chest. He rubbed your arm gently the other splaying over your stomach protectively “get some sleep…I got you”.
This took days, I hope yall fricken like it. If no one does I will go cry I swear. Ignore mistakes or errors.
