summary: You’re still struggling with overworking. Leon shows you when it’s time to take a break.
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cw: once again, female pronouns used but reader’s features are not described, some suggestive content, dom! leon much more heavily this time, very not subtle praise kink (use of good girl), pet names, tbh rating COULD be pg-13 but i don’t write nsfw so minors ur fine :) uhhhh non-sexual sub-space if you squint?
tags/tropes: once again hurt/comfort, cuddles, leon being touchy again (reader is just as touchy honestly) soft dom behavior (leon)
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You’re overworking again.
You don’t mean to, necessarily. It’s just always what you do. Work, work, work. It needs to get done, so you do it. No matter how tired you are, no matter how much you don’t want to do it. No matter how many tears get shed. It needs to get done. You have to do it. So you do it.
Leon’s been taking issue, with it though.
You’re not really sure what you are to each other, yet. He definitely finds you attractive —he tells you pretty much everyday, an almost overuse of words like hot, sexy, cute, amazing, and of course, his favorite; princess.
He occasionally comes over to the place you and a few other girls rent together and does his absolute best to be as distracting as possible. Sometimes he cooks, sometimes he gets touchy, sometimes he just sits on your bed and watches you work which is, in your opinion, by far the worst one.
When he’s not bothering you in the comfort of your own home, he’s sitting next to you in the couple classes you share, a distracting hand on your thigh that he squeezes when you get a question right— something that never fails to make you breathless and dizzy for a few minutes afterwards. Between the sight of his hand engulfing your thigh and the frequency of your correct answers, it’s a miracle you don’t asphyxiate during class.
You did come close, once. It was a week after what you’ve dubbed The Library Incident, and the professor had singled you out as one of his most consistent students when it came to turning in homework. Leon had leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear and whispered, all low and rumbly:
“Good girl.”
You didn’t get a single thing out of the lecture for the rest of class.
(You’d then given him the silent treatment, but he made up for it by you sending you his rather extensive and detailed notes from the lesson with a single text: “Better learn to multitask, princess.”)
So yeah. He isn’t a huge fan of your studying habits. Something he’s made abundantly clear.
“When was the last time you got up?” He grumbles, walking into your room with your now full reusable water bottle. You’d abandoned it in the kitchen a few hours ago. He’s such a stickler about your water intake.
“Who are you, my mother?” You pause, looking up at the mischief in his eyes and the way his mouth is open, poised to say something, likely dirty. “Don’t answer that.”
You reach out with grabby hands towards your water bottle, which you know is filled with some delicious water combination, courtesy of Leon. Shit, he’s Pavlov-ing you into drinking water, isn’t he?
He rolls his eyes, handing you the bottle. “You know, you can make this exact same water yourself with the items in your fridge. Which I put there. For you. To use. Yourself.”
“You make it better,” You answer smoothly, ignoring his sarcasm. Ooooh. It’s minty strawberry today.
“Oh?” He says with a raised eyebrow, a signature Leon smirk on his lips. The same one he always gets when you admit to liking him in some way.
“You’re such an attention whore. Isn’t that why you came over here?”
“Ouch. So touchy,” He tuts, draping himself over your back and resting his chin on your head. “But no. I came over here to drag the lovely and beautiful and terribly stubbornly princess away from her desk because she’s overworking again.”
You tense. “I can’t, Leon. Not right now. I have to finish this.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
“What happens if you don’t?”
“I get behind and then I can’t catch up and then I fail—“
“Woah, now,” He says, standing and spinning your desk chair so it faces him instead of your work. “None of that is going to happen if you take a break. We both know your work ethic is too good for that.”
You start worrying your lip between your teeth. “But—“
“Hey,” He says, a gentle, slow hand reaching out and brushing your lip away from your teeth. “None of that. Leave your lip alone.”
You wince. It’s a mindless action, the same way you pick at your hangnails and other parts of your skin when you’re stressed. “Sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry for. Just don’t want my girl hurting herself more than she already is.”
You ignore the latter part of his sentence and focus on the first. “Your girl?”
“Yeah,” He says, tilting his head and looking down at you with a small smile on his face. “My girl.”
You look down at your hands, fidgeting with the hem of your sweatshirt. “I won’t be able to sleep or relax if I don’t finish this. It— I can’t.”
He takes the side of your face in his hand, thumb sweeping across your cheek and beneath your eyelid. “I know, baby. But you work too much.”
“But I have—“
“You have to, I know. I know you’re hardwired for independence and overworking. So how about this. Take a break, lie down in bed with me, and then finish only what you’ve already started.”
You start chewing on your lip again. “I—“
His fingers deftly move down to your jaw, grabbing it firm, thumb pressing on the edge of your lip and pulling it down, away from the merciless bite of your teeth. His grip leaves no room for argument, but you don’t feel frightened or scared. In fact, your stomach is doing flips at the careful, gentle control in the press of his hands and the fondness in his eyes.
“I know I phrased that very nicely, but this isn’t an argument, sweetheart. You need to rest. Your brain needs time to recharge. What happens if you get sick from all this working, huh?”
You decide now isn’t the time to bring up that you always work through every cold, flu, and fever you’ve ever had.
“Hey,” He leans down, catching your averted gaze. “Look at me.”
He could easily turn your head himself, his fingers still pressed against your jaw, but he doesn’t. He waits for you to muster up the strength to look over at him yourself, eyelashes fluttering.
His gaze is cool and deep when it meets yours. “I am not mad at you. I am not upset with you. I just want you to take care of yourself.”
His voice, gaining that low, rumbly edge when he ushers the words sends tingles up your spine. You sigh, letting the tension ease from your shoulders.
“I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to be.”
“I’ll try harder.”
“You’re doing just fine, okay?” He pulls you up by your hands, hand leaving your face as he tugs you over to your bed. Once you’ve sat down, he reaches back towards your desk, grabbing your water bottle from your desk and putting it on your bedside table. “You just need a little help sometimes. Everybody does.”
He motions for you to scoot over and you oblige, immediately slotting into what’s become one of your usual positions: arms wrapped around his torso, head pillowed on his chest.
“There we go,” He mumbles, hand sliding under your shirt, intermittently squeezing the place his hands always seem to find: the squishy, vulnerable stretch of flesh in between the top of your hip and the bottom of your ribcage. He rolls the skin there in his hands, a pleased hum rumbling from his chest. “Such a good girl for me.”
You shudder, hiding your blush by pressing your face further into his chest. A tingle spreads from your spine to the rest of your body.
He chuckles. “Aw, you like that don’t you? Did the same thing last time. Is that all I have to do? Is that what you need, baby?”
A small whine rip’s itself from your throat before you manage to tamp it down. Embarrassed, you try and hide your face further.
“None of that, now. Come on, let me see that pretty face.”
You shift, rolling to basically lie on top of him, bracing your hands on either side of him to lift your head, a small frown on your face and a not-so-small flush across your face.
He smiles, hands coming up to cup your cheeks. “There she is,” He practically coos, “My pretty baby.”
“You’re baby-talking me.”
“Mhm,” He says, squeezing your cheeks. “You got a problem with it?”
“…No.”
“What was that?”
You drop back down, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your chin on his chest. “Shhh. I’m supposed to be resting.”
“Convenient that you’re listening to me now.”
“Shush.”
He grumbles, but doesn’t say anything more. He slips his hands under your shirt, palming the expanse of your skin. His fingers are hot where they press and linger, warmth spreading from the points of contact. You go limp in his hold, humming contentedly.
You’re not really sure how much time passes with the both of you like that— bodies pressed close, legs tangled together. It just feels so… nice.
You relax. You actually relax. A small part of you feels annoyed that Leon is your source of comfort and relaxation (muttered whispers in your brain whine about independence, about not relying on anyone else—) the bigger, louder part of you is so overwhelmed with how nice it feels to just… not worry. Even for a little bit. In moments like this your brain goes pleasantly blank: Leon will take care of it. You don’t have to worry, because Leon will take care of it.
The stretches of time you spend in what you’ve mentally dubbed Limbo have started getting longer. At first, you’d last five, maybe ten minutes before your brain would kick into high gear again; worries and concerns flooding your brain so quickly you usually jolt straight up.
But now? It’s easy to slip into it. To let yourself take a mental break. Check out from life for a half hour or so. And when you’re ready to get back to work, you do just that- usually a lot calmer than before Leon came around.
It’s addicting. It’s dangerous.
“How long has it been.”
“Five minutes.”
You blink your eyes open, frowning. “It has not been five minutes,” You reach for your bedside table, snatching your phone off and checking the time. “Liar. It’s been thirty minutes.”
“Is it so wrong to want to lay in bed and hold my princess?”
“It is when the princess has work to do.” You grumble, sitting off and rolling off the bed with a thud.
“It’s so unnerving when you do that. Doesn’t it hurt?”
“No,” You say, hauling yourself to your feet. “It’s fun.”
“I don’t see how sustaining bodily injury is fun.”
“You wouldn’t get it,” You say, waving a hand in dismissal.
Loud shuffling and the thump of Leon climbing to his feet has you looking back. “You’re leaving?”
You can’t quite keep the desperation out of your tone.
He looks at you, surprised. “Usually you don’t like it when I stay while you work.”
“Yes,” You say, cheeks burning. “Um. Yeah. Right yeah. I have work to do. So.”
“Princess,” He says, his voice low and teasing, “You want me to stay?”
“No, no I have to work—“
“Uh-uh,” He says, crossing the room to stand in front of you, arms folded. “No lying. Do you want me to stay?”
You look down at your sock-clad feet. “Please?”
“Aw, well how could I say no to that,” He leans down, pressing a quick kiss to the crown of your head. “Finish your work. I’ll be right here when you’re done.”
leon had been away for a discouragingly long time. many mornings were spent eagerly hoping for his safe return but for weeks on end you were left disappointed. until finally he was on the doorstep of your home, but you don’t get much of a hello before he’s sweeping you off your feet so you can help him relieve his stresses…
ft. re4 leon kennedy x f!reader
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content: suitable for afab!reader with no use of gendered pronouns, smut, established relationship, softdom leon, unsafe sex, praise kink, f!receiving fingering, small mention of choking, too many marks, too many uses of the word please (intentional), but i think that’s all!!
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The soft sunlight slowly begins to creep in through your thin curtains as the morning breaks, the sun rearing over the distant horizon. A quiet complaint of a grumble escapes your lips as you're disturbed from your slumber and find your body slightly sore as you stretch your legs under the blanket, though the delicate feeling of the fabric against your bare skin contents your mind.
As you come to your senses you notice a presence beside you, breathing quiet sighs that are barely audible even in the silent bedroom with the only other noise to be heard being that of the birds chirping outside. Turning onto your back you feel strong arms latched securely around your waist that seem to grip tighter as you stir. You giggle, amused and knowing. Then as you look to your right you can finally see him, fast asleep with a protective hold on your naked body.
Leon, your fiancé and husband to be.
A smile immediately graces your features as you gaze adoringly at his sleeping figure, eyes shut peacefully while his chest rises and falls with a steady rhythm. His dusky, dirty blonde hair is scruffy as it's been combed back by his hand at some point before he settled, giving you a clear view of his handsome and sculpted face. His full lips appear soft under the auric glow of the morning and some light stubble is scattered on the skin along his sharp jaw, cheeks prickly as you raise a hand to cup his face. He subconsciously leans into your touch as he rests.
Your attentive eyes continue to wander his features as your gaze slowly trails down, following along his neck as you giggle at the state of him. All across the slightly golden skin of his throat and collarbone are little agitated spots of gentle reds and purples, scattered with little rhyme or reason by you mere hours ago. A warmth blooms in your chest as you recall the night before.
Looking down at your own body as you pull the covers back you're met with a similar sight. Little possessive spots of flared colour are littered all over the column of your throat, tits and even your hips are beginning to bruise thanks to his rough grip. That devil, he always leaves you covered in so many marks.
But you wouldn't have it any other way, and if you're honest you're usually somewhat even with the amount you scratch over his body. Even now you can see the reddened lines over his chest from where you clung to him. You're both insatiable, though neither of you would ever admit it.
A quiet grunt can be heard from Leon as he seems to stir in his sleep, pulling himself closer to you and hugging you like a teddy bear. You smile and lean over to press a chaste kiss to his forehead, calming him as he leans into you with his head on your chest. Humming, you cradle his larger frame against you as best you can. You've always loved how content he seems to be when in your arms, so cuddly and at ease in a way no one else sees. All yours, only yours.
However it would still be some time until he would wake, and so as you look at all the love bites and marks over the both of you, you let yourself think back to the events of the night before.
Leon had been away for a strangely long time.
When he left he couldn't give you an estimate of how long he would be gone, nor could he tell you why he had to leave, but as he stood in the doorway with his best jacket on he promised that he would get back to you as soon as he was able. And you believed him, because why wouldn't you? You clung to that hope and everyday since that first day without him you waited for the same car that drove him away to pull up and return him to your waiting arms.
But each morning that you checked out the front window the driveway remained barren. You knew that Leon's job is something important, that he was an agent combating something secret, but the same banal explanation you got every time he went away just wasn't cutting it anymore. You were becoming frustrated, not with him but rather yourself for your impatience.
Though luckily it was on that day that a horn blared from outside.
You rushed to the window, still dressed in your pyjamas that consisted of a slip nightgown Leon had gifted you on one of your anniversaries, and hurriedly pulled the curtains aside.
It wasn't the same car, rather a big black SUV unlike before. A man dressed in all grey got out of the driver's seat, someone you didn’t recognise, and rounded the car to open the rear passenger's side door. He nodded his head as he pulled it open and to your delight your fiancé appeared from behind the door. His jacket was nowhere to be seen but that didn't matter, nothing but him mattered as you fumbled to unlock the front, hasty in your giddy excitement.
The thought was all consuming. He's home, he's finally home!
You could hear Leon’s heavy footfalls approaching up the gravel path as you finally got the key to click in the lock, throwing the front door open to find him already standing right outside the threshold. His face immediately softened when he saw you, eyes lighting up and lips twitching with the promise of a grin, the first he'd smiled in so long.
"There you are." Leon grumbled before lurching forward to wrap his strong arms around you. Yours immediately looped around his shoulders and his head fell into the crook of your neck, breathing in your familiarity that he had so desperately missed the comfort of.
"I missed you too, Leon." you said with a breathless laugh, like you couldn't believe that he had returned. Your heart was beating stupidly fast like a drum in your ears and with him squeezing you so tight it only got louder, more foreboding. But you didn't mind one bit.
He shared in your mirth, a curt chuckle. "Yeah, 'missed you like crazy."
With your hand around his back you could feel how tense he was, so wound up with stress, and from somewhere in your mind a salacious thought surfaced and you knew what was to follow. So you coaxed him away from the entryway, the door swinging to shut, kissed his temple sweetly and whispered to him to come in and relax. But you wouldn't be relaxing just yet.
As soon as the front door of your shared home had closed on the latch Leon took you by the throat and pulled your body up against his, making you stand on your tiptoes in order to meet his gaze. His grip was steadfast but gentle, his move impulsive but not harsh.
"Now then." he grumbled in a gravelly timbre, staring into your eyes with dark blues that hid a harboured hunger. The ring of his voice bouncing around in your head sent a nervous shiver down your spine as you held onto his forearm, his hand tensing around your neck but not enough to squeeze, more like a twitch of his fingertips.
"What to do…" he pondered aloud, looking you up and down with a hidden adoration in his eyes. Remaining silent you tried not to falter under his gaze, your body buzzing with anticipation as a warmth pooled between your legs from even the smallest of his actions. It would be embarrassing if you cared, but knowing it'll drive him crazy staves off the notion.
You had missed him so dearly, longed for his touch on the lonely evenings like a deep ache seated in your bones, and you were ready to help him be freed of his stresses. Leon huffed and released his hold on your throat, ducking his head to press a gentle, doting kiss to your forehead.
"Sorry, sweetheart." his apology came in a sigh. "I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I?" he mused, tucking a stray hair behind your ear so gently, a complete juxtaposition.
"I think we both are." you shrugged with yet another airy giggle, taking notice of the way his hand had begun to tremble.
"Mm. Do you want this?" he asked rather suddenly, a glint of worry in his half lidded eyes.
Leon was struggling to find even a shred of self control, wanting so eagerly to return to normalcy after a taxing time away and feeling he can only find that with you. He was so pent up, so needy. You nodded and again rose to your tiptoes to kiss his grazed cheek, noticing how it made him shiver.
"Of course, honey." you said softly. "Didn't you hear me when I said I missed you?" your smile was sweet, reassuring him with a hand cupping his face. Leaning into the comfort of your touch a devilish smirk broke onto his features. That was all he needed to hear.
With a low laugh he swept you up into his arms, throwing you over his shoulder with a firm grip on your legs. "Hey!" you yelped and tittered as he began marching towards the bedroom, smacking your ass testingly in retaliation to your complaint and earning a stark whine.
"Quiet, baby." he cooed, unable to hide the excitement buried in his words. Leon nudged the bedroom door open with his foot, the steel cap of his boot knocking against the wood, and threw you to the bed with that tender strength you know so well, a balance he's perfected just for you. You went to shuffle back to the pillows but he was quick to clamber above you after slipping his shoes off, pinning your hips under his and grabbing both of your wrists in one of his hands.
"Not so fast." came his airy laugh, gazing down at you with his dusky blonde hair falling over his face to obscure your view of him. You attempted to squirm under his hold but ultimately failed to even move an inch under his secure grip, though admittedly you didn't try too hard.
"Hmm," he hummed darkly, looking you up and down and wetting his lips a dart of his tongue. The action made something hot stir in your gut. "Right where I want you." he muttered to himself as if in deep thought and you were certain that he already knew exactly what he was going to do to you. After all, he had plenty of time to think about it and now it was just a matter of making fantasy a reality.
"Oh yeah?" you smiled coyly. "What are you going to do, hm agent?" you teased with an exaggerated pout, staring at Leon with wide eyes that told lies of innocence. He paused and leaned over you to chastely kiss your temple, lips lingering on your skin.
"Ugh, fuck off with that agent shit." he scoffed playfully, irritation lining his tone. "I've heard more than enough of that. I want to hear you say my name, sweetheart. You can do that, can't you?" he crooned, letting his free hand wander to caress your side over the thin material of the slip gown. Your features softened and you bit down on your bottom lip that began to quiver, his words immediately making your mind fog with arousal.
God, you swear that sometimes the sound of Leon's voice alone would be plenty enough to get you off when he speaks so smooth and sultry like that. But in that moment you had been hoping for far more. Tugging your hands against his as he pinned them you nodded ever so eagerly, pliant and willing.
"Yes, Leon." you muttered, staring at him with glassy eyes. "Take what you need from me. Please." your tone was sure, voice quiet but sentiment loud, making Leon scoff lightly and smirk wide with that kind of enamoured love that makes the heart ache.
"That's what you want, yeah? Wanna help me out?" Leon's free hand crept to the lacey hem of your skimpy nightwear and slowly began to push the fabric up your thighs, bunching it around your hips.
"I've had such a tough time away from you, sweet thing. If only you knew how much I've missed you. Are you going t'let me make up the time by fucking you dumb, hm?" his voice dropped with every filthy word that passed his lips, becoming something low and hungry that made a shiver roll over you.
You nodded all too eagerly and a nervous bubbling up of a titter fell from your lips, watching with bated breath as Leon sat back on his knees. Your wrists fell free as his grip left so that both of his hands could push your clothes up more and more, leaving the slip rucked up around your waist.
"Need this off, baby. Take it off for me." he demanded, the instruction spoken smoothly and confidently. Despite his restraining touch having relented you still felt like you shouldn't move your hands from their post on the pillow, always one to melt with his every move. But Leon gave you a dark, commanding gaze and you soon scrambled to strip yourself. His hands came down to pin your ankles in place while you pulled the gown off over your head like a t-shirt, dropping it carefully down the side of the bed.
Cold air rushed over you and you instinctively curled in on yourself, only to be dragged down the bed with insulting ease by your fiancé who now stood at the end of it. "Don't go all shy on me, sweetheart. Let me see my pretty girl, it's been too long." his voice sounding like pleading, a little derisive and bordering on mocking already. Your lips parted but no strong retort came, just a mindless nod. He sighed and rolled his eyes, standing over you almost menacingly.
"I said don't be shy." One of his calloused hands flew up to wrap around your throat and squeezed lightly, his eyes boring into yours with a lustrous stare. "Okay? Are you going to finish stripping for me? These can't stay, doll." With his other hand he looped a finger under the waistband of your panties and pulled it back, releasing it to snap against your skin and make you whine out. He relaxed the pressure of his grip on your throat, hand sliding down to your shoulder, and raised his brows at you expectantly.
"Yes, Leon." you muttered breathlessly, your mind thickly fogged by arousal like wading through shin-deep water.
God, you had missed his firm touch, his commandeering tone and unapologetic roughness. Handing yourself over to him was like second nature, a decision easily made that allowed you to step into a type of weightlessness that you so valued. To relinquish control while feeling so safe and secure, that’s what this all ultimately meant.
"Sorry, Leon." you said sweetly, swallowing the lump in your throat. Timidly, you shimmied out of your underwear, the fabric having glided down your legs and hung around your ankles like cuffs until you kicked them off. Leon glanced over you with an almost inspecting stare, a handsome smirk pulling his lips up when he hummed.
"There you are."
He took you roughly by the hips and pulled you to your feet, leading you to stagger into his chest. "Don't be sorry." Strong hands grabbed handfuls of your ass and unapologetically groped your body, earning a milquetoast mewl. "I just missed this so much." his confession was nothing more than a resonant grumble from the back of his throat, a secret spoken against the shell of your ear that made you shudder.
Your hands roved over his toned torso in turn, feeling the definition of his muscles under the compression shirt he wore. It never seemed like the most practical thing to wear in your eyes, but goodness, it looked divine on him.
Continuing their path your hands trailed to his belt buckle and you pulled at the click clasp, tripping over yourself in your impatience and struggling to grip the metal. Leon chuckled lowly and grabbed your wrists, his thumbs teasing over the line of your racing pulse.
"Slow down, sweetheart." He pressed a kiss to your forehead, the words spoken flush to your skin. "I'm all yours. No need to rush."
You scoffed a laugh and shook your hands free of his, pushing lightly and playfully on his chest. It didn't move him even a little.
"That's hardly fair." you pouted, your kiss bitten lip stuck out in protest. "Can't you at least lose the shirt? I mean I'm," you looked your body up and down, tucking your chin back to get a good look. This must have been one of the only times that your skin was free of some sort of hickey or bruise since having met Leon and in all honesty the sight of unmarked skin was strange for the both of you.
"…Naked, Leon." Not that it needed to be said. "And you're standing here fully dressed. I feel kind of exposed."
He failed to mask a smug smile as he too looked you up and down again with that hungry gaze, licking his bottom lip. "Good.” he huffed, smiling wide and boyish. "That's exactly how I want you. Don't you see, doll? Now c'mon, we'll worry about me later." Pressing a quick kiss to your forehead he clambered to the top of the bed, sitting at its centre with his back leaning against the wooden headboard, legs spread enough for another to fit.
"Come sit." he instructed, patting the space between his legs and beckoning you over with a motion of his hand. You paused, thrumming with excitement before following his lead, curious of his plan as you moved up and sat yourself between his thighs. "Good girl." he mumbled as he unabashedly grabbed your hips once again, pulling you back against his body with your ass rolling over the tent in his pants to fluster you further and earn a terse grunt from him.
By now you were certain of the ache he must have been dealing with as he forced himself to wait, he was already so hard underneath the thick fabric of his tactical pants, worn straight from duty, and you noticed him wince when you brushed over his erection. But as ever he managed to keep it together, having reached around your front to grab the plush of your thighs and spread them apart, inadvertently letting a draft roll over your cunt to make you shiver with anticipation.
"Now behave and sit still for me." Leon commanded, his breath tickling the back of your ear as he sat behind you, torso flush with your back and head resting right beside yours. After adjusting himself he slowly brought his dominant hand to creep down your stomach at a painstakingly slow pace, purposely taking his time as his warm touch drifted over your soft skin that he adores touching and had so greatly missed. You bucked your hips forward slightly out of impatience but he simply tsked and pinned you back against his body with his other hand on your waist, shaking his head.
"So eager." he whispered to himself, smiling smugly as his hand finally reached the bump of your cunt. You did your best to keep still but couldn't help the slight tremble of your leg as you waited for his hot touch, your body aching for the slightest relief. Following what felt like the most agonising thirty seconds of your life he began to softly rub his two middle fingers up the length of you, calloused pads circling your sodden hole.
He hummed contently as you spread your legs wider for him, an automatic reaction. You whined a long and quiet noise but resisted the need to roll your hips up against his fingertips, knowing that soon enough you'd surely be overstimulated and exhausted. But in the meantime the wait was excruciating, like an itch under your skin only he could reach.
"Please…" you begged in a hushed whisper, pouting with quivering lips.
"Hmm? What was that, sweetheart?" Leon mused derisively, pretending to have not heard you to convince your words out. You only groaned louder and pushed back against his crotch, the print of his hard cock rubbing over your ass with only the fabric of his cargos to separate you.
Sucking in a strained breath through gritted teeth he swallowed down his own groan and continued his line of coaxing, taking his hand away from your needy cunt to earn another louder whimper of protest.
"You know what to do, doll. Use your words." he said tauntingly, kissing the base of your neck and nipping slightly at the skin, just a graze of teeth that made you shudder in the exact way he craved.
"Please Leon." you let out in a shaky breath, turning your head to meet his dilated gaze.
"Please what? Speak up." he tutted, lifting his hand up from your hip to firmly hold your jaw, his thumb swiping over your trembling bottom lip.
"Oh my god." you anguished. "Please, please touch me." you pleaded in an embarrassed whisper, barely meeting his eye. "It's been so long, I need you…"
He smiled and quickly kissed your lips, turning your head to break eye contact while his other hand returned to your aching cunt, middle and ring finger tracing wet folds as he gently pressed at your entrance, trailing up from there to circle your clit.
At last, your complaints were heard. You instantly moaned lewdly at the contact you'd be longing for, and remaining still became more of a challenge as Leon began to tease your clit, rubbing gentle yet rewarding circles that sent sparks through your whole body.
"There you go." he hummed, smooth and sultry as he peppered possessive little kisses across your shoulder, gradually picking up pace with his fingers. "See? All you had to do was ask, sweet thing. Wasn't that hard, was it?" he crooned and you moaned involuntarily as he pushed two of his fingers into your mouth with the hand that was holding your chin, muffling your outcries while his other hand worked tighter circles against your bud.
Fuck, you love how he seems to switch up with such natural ease, having been dulcet and praising only moments ago to then be teasing you derisively in the same velvet timbre, all at a second's notice. It's what makes this work so effortlessly, that he can read your wants and needs while never overstepping. Each ministration makes something electric settle low in your body and he adores every reaction, they fuel him, making something sear in his chest and his want to chase more and more of you is never satiated. He can never get enough.
He took full control from there and your only focus became enjoying the way he toyed with you so expertly, letting yourself get lost in the feeling of long awaited euphoria. If your body was a subject of study Leon would be the only expert, a master of his craft with trade secrets to never be shared, they are for him to know and use and only him, and only you get to see him work so precisely.
Soon you began to feel the familiar pooling warmth tie itself tight within you, curling with a heat you hadn't experienced in months, climax building with every circle of Leon's experienced fingertips.
Whining around the digits gagging you, you shimmied your hips in trying to meekly communicate to him, but he had already known that you were close. He could so easily tell by the way your back arched away from him, your legs shaking all the more and toes curling. He knows your tells, has them memorised so that he can fantasise about his sweetheart on lonely nights. You grabbed his wrist and sunk your nails against his skin as you braced yourself for the crashing wave of your first orgasm of the night.
Within the minute it hit you.
Your legs tensed up and body jolted sharply forward, forcing him to adjust his hand as he refused to pull his touch away from your sensitive clit, seeing you through the blinding bliss. A terse, stuttering moan escaped you as the bristling heat spread through your whole body, legs quivering and skin tingling as climax rocked your senses. A handsome chuckle echoed from behind you and your mouth was suddenly free of his fingers, left coated thickly in your spit. He continued to rub messy circles to your clit that had you teetering towards overstimulation and wrapped his free arm around your midriff like a belt, pulling you back against his chest.
"That's it, such a good girl." Leon praised from behind you, soothing his hand up and down your side in lulling sweeps. You choked on a pitiful sound and weakly tried to push his hand away from your sullied cunt, sighing loudly in relief when he relented and ran the messy hand along your shaking thigh instead. He grunted and softly kissed down the back of your neck while you tried to fight off the aftershocks, leaving yet another mark at your nape despite the unorthodox placement.
"Come back to me, sweetheart. We aren't done yet." his tone returned to being that something gentle and dulcet as he spoke to you, the sound of his voice enchanting you as he whispered little reassurances against your skin. That voice could get you to do almost anything, the sound of it commanding you in a way you can't quite comprehend but don't care to question. You'd follow any instruction he spoke just to hear that voice praise you.
Panting to catch your breath and babbling incoherent nonsense about how much you missed him you turned yourself in his lap, hiding your face against his chest as he held you with strong arms.
"I know, baby. You did so well." he murmured quietly, kissing the crown of your head. "You can take more, can't you? For me?" he encouraged, pushing his hips up to press his throbbing erection against you. A shiver rolled over your body, an accumulation of the come down and the waiting anticipation. You nodded weakly, recovering from the lingering buzz of your high while he so patiently waited.
"Just give me about…" you muttered, hands bunching his shirt in shaking fists. "Thirty more seconds." you sounded so far away already thanks to the way your head was spinning and shit, he loves it almost as much as he loves knowing that this is only the beginning of how fucked out he'll make you.
He chuckled richly and nodded. "Take all the time you need, my sweet thing." His hands roved up and down your back with roughened fingertips tracing the line of your spine, a lulling touch to bring you back down to earth. With knees bent he pushed the heels of his feet into the mattress and kept his hold on you firm, slowly and carefully shifting your weight to turn you and lay you down underneath him. His knees bracket your thighs and hands rested either side of your head, perfectly caging you in.
"How about," he began with an assertive tone. "You lie there all pretty for me and when you're ready for more just say the word, okay?" Lips taking purchase on the column of your throat he worked a sloppy line downward, his touch gentler than his tone. You writhe just a little as static bounced over your sensitive skin but nodded ardently nonetheless.
"Mhm." you hummed, turning your head to bare your neck to his ardour fuelled advances. "Please, Leon."
Each kiss is surer than the last, starting soft to prepare your body before he suckled the skin between the seam of his lips, gradually harsher with intent to bruise. A shy moan tumbled from your lips as he found each erogenous spot like a map of pulse points he can always recall when the time comes, marking the spots that make you mewl the loudest. He chuckled against your skin, a welcome rumble, and pulled away just as he reached your collar bone, lips wet with spit.
"God, you really are eager, aren't you?" One of his hands came down to caress up your side, squeezing your waist and roving higher to graze the underside of your breast. "You haven't been like this in a while. Did you really miss me that much? Or are you just hoping that you'll get what you want?"
Leaning back down he kissed your jaw and inched his hand that bit further up to grope your tit, brazenly kneading soft skin and groaning at the way you squirm. You cursed in a hushed whine and arched your back when the roughened pad of his thumb grazed your pebbled nipple, too absorbed in each little sensation to begin to think about answering him.
"Talk to me, sweetheart." Another kiss to your jaw, rougher to rouse a hazy mind. Your shaking hands reached for his hips and fingers hooked into his belt loops, giving a measly tug which did nothing to move him in all his bulk.
"Missed you." you uttered under your breath, bringing your knees back and pulling again to try to coax him into the space between your legs. "Can't you tell?" your voice lilted with daring playfulness and one hand crawled higher to usher his shirt up his stomach, a dusty blonde happy trail peeking out beneath the tight fabric. Leon sighed through his nose before chuckling tersely, sitting back on his knees and finally unbuckling his belt.
"Sure can. It's like all you want is to get me undressed." The metal of the clasp clinked as it clashed against itself and with one swift pull he unthreaded it from every loop, throwing it to the floor beside your bed and making you flinch when it thudded to the hardwood. "'Could at least say please." he grumbled, shaking his head with a closed lip smile that gave away his adoration.
You tittered and made grabbing hands at him, mimicking a giddy grin. "Again? Haven't I said it enough yet?"
He narrowed his eyes at you then, bringing both of his hands to the hem of his shirt with wrists crossed. Leon sucked his teeth and raised a brow, a pending challenge.
"'You think so? I don't know, doll." With painstaking slowness he pulled his shirt up, flashing sun kissed skin and toned abs. Your eyes wandered to the spattering of scars he sports, even from the smallest of cuts and grazes that he neglected to take care of and was made to wear for the rest of his days, all uniquely handsome. Though as you were distracted, transfixed, he tugged the material off over his head and surged forward to pin you beneath him again, furrow-browed with eyes steeled and dark.
"After all, by the time I'm done with you it'll be the only word you know.”
His lips trapped yours in a suffocating kiss, wet presses of eager mouths and muffled whines and grunts swallowed. You wrapped your hands around his back, arms under his, and clawed for purchase at his shoulders, desperate to know his skin again and the warmth that radiates off of him.
Fuck, you really had missed him. You missed the familiarity of his touch and the precise way it pleases, that shy smile and feeling of achievement you get when you can make him laugh. Hell, you even missed being beneath him like this, giving into hungry advances that stoke the fire inside you.
No one can do it like Leon, so as his kiss again deviated down your jaw and neck you lie back and let yourself be ravished, but your hands stay steadfast on his body as if refusing to be separated again.
He trailed down faster this time, skipping over your collarbone in his impatience and focussing his attentions on your tits. Bearing his weight on his knees both calloused, bruised hands roughly groped and squeezed at you, forgetting his own strength fleetingly until your back arched. He mumbled an apology against the height of your sternum and hurriedly continued his kisses over the mound of your breast, lips parting to lick the delicate skin in sloppy lines, open mouthed kisses leading to greedy suckling and grazes of teeth that promised to bloom bruises to match his knuckles.
His name left your lips in strings of begging curses, hisses and mewls that tumbled together into the stuffy air. Music to his ears.
The anticipation was maddening, like embers left burning and waiting for the next spark. You threaded one hand into his hair and fought the urge to tug the strands, immediately rewarded by your small show of patience when his lips wrapped around your supple nipple.
"Oh god." It was hard to keep still, or rather, impossible. His kiss was slow and wet, gently sucking and licking firmly with the tip of his tongue while his hand continued to tease where his mouth neglected.
"Leon, fuck." you whined, shuffling your hips and bucking up into his until he pulled away with a spitty, smacking noise. He gazed at you through his dark brows with spit shining on his chin, the same lewd mess left on your skin, and wiped it with the back of his hand.
"I know, sweetheart. Just be patient for me." The corner of his mouth upturned with a smile, all smugness and no sympathy, before he hastily dived back in with his onslaught to your other breast.
Painstakingly slowly he began the same possessive pattern of kisses that turn into sucking and gentle pulling between closed lips, purposely avoiding your nipple and instead marking the surrounding skin with hickeys like when your relationship was young. Each one was rougher than the last and you knew based on the intensity of the static rolling over your skin which bruises would sink deeper than others, which would certainly linger for weeks and which he would find himself going over with more of his attentions in the coming days.
To make matters worse for you his hand continued to grope and squeeze at your tit that was wet with his spit, calloused fingers flicking your poor bud left sensitive from his tongue.
"Leon! Please!" another more urgent cry of his name came tumbling from quivering lips, a whine that cracked your voice. He grunted against you and reluctantly pulled away, both hands rubbing aching nipples.
"You sound so pretty, sweetheart. 'Just can't wait any longer, can you?" his tone was alluringly derisive, thick with desire. It only made your quivering worse.
You looked down at him with watery eyes and found him staring at you with his head cocked to the side, hair a mess before you attempted to smooth it down. You shook your head and put your hands on his shoulders, twitching with your want to dig your nails in with the hope that it would spur him on because you know that drives him up the wall.
Like this you could see the slight tan on his strong arms and the line around his biceps where his compression shirt had rested, making you wonder exactly where he had been stationed. A question for after. You danced your fingers down his arms and back up his broad shoulders, a light graze of nails along sensitive skin long neglected of your touch that made him suck in a hiss through his teeth.
"Don't you think we've waited long enough?" you purposely lilted your voice up with a type of sweetness that would feign self-control if he didn't know your tells so well. But when you look at him with those glassy eyes and pouty lips and he knows what you're begging for.
Usually he'd drag it out for a little longer, kiss every inch of your skin until your mind was so hazy and all you could do was beg for more, he'd roll his hips into yours without so much as removing his underwear and pin your hands back when you tried to undress him. But now when your hands begin to wander as he knew they would, he lets you.
Leon is far from patient when it comes to you, too. He will chide you for your urgency with that hint of mocking in his tone when he too is just as eager, only better at hiding it. And right now it's worse than ever. He's kept it together well but behind his clothes he was achingly hard and had long ago left a damp patch of pre-cum that just spread with every second he spent doting on you. And he couldn't stand it any longer.
You teasingly dragged your fingers down his v-line, a touch that made him shiver deeply, but he was already a step ahead and hurriedly unfastening the button on his trousers. He pulled the zip down so hard he very nearly broke it and shoved the fabric down his thighs along with his briefs. You could've sworn you heard the elastic of the waistband snap.
The back of your throat ran dry at the sight of him. A thatch of grown out, light brown hair leads your eyes down to his thick cock, ruddy tip smeared with a bead of pre-cum that you want nothing more to lick him clean of. He huffed as he notices your brazen staring and slowly pumped himself a couple of times, watching your pupils blow impossibly wider between blinks.
"Look at me, sweetheart. You know better than that." his voice fell stronger with his command, one hand squeezing the plush of your waist a tad too hard to bring you back to him. You swallowed the lump in your throat with a gulp as hot bashfulness crept down your back, like a rolling shiver that raises goosebumps on your skin.
"Sorry." you murmured under your breath, caught.
"Sorry what?" he raised his brows expectantly, jaw set tense.
"Sorry, Leon." you giggled and he smiled an enamoured grin, because it's never that serious.
"Thank you, sweet girl."
Drawing back for a second he shucked his pants off his legs, another pile onto the floor that had been spotless in anticipation of his return, before situating himself on his knees between your legs. The tops of his thighs were pressed flush to the back of yours and both of his hands pushed into the pits of your knees to coax your legs back to your chest.
"Now then," he grumbled, bringing his dominant hand down as you replaced it with your own to keep your legs back. "Is this what you want?" Taking his cock in his hand he ran the tip along your cunt, pressing with his thumb for a guide and nudging at your hole.
A sigh of a moan tumbled from your lips and a gentle shockwave bounced over you, anticipation buzzing hotly.
"Yes, please." You tried your best to keep your eyes on him but there was no need because he stayed staring down at your glistening cunt, coating his cock-head in your wetness with each up and down that grazes your clit.
"Hm? What was that, doll? Speak up." he tsked, nudging twice and earning a shudder. You whined your loudest yet and tipped your head back, taking a shaky breath.
"Please fuck me, Leon. Please I missed you so much, I want you so bad please—"
You were cut off by your own unbidden, guttural moan when Leon surged forward and bullied his cock inside you with a shallow thrust. His hands took purchase over your thighs and with a bruising grip he pulled you into him, facing little resistance.
"Fuck." he groaned all pretty, head back and lips parted. "That's it, baby. Just relax and take it." He watched as he stretched you out a bit, an adjustment after time apart, until he bottomed out with another low moan.
The feeling was nothing but bliss, it set your body alight, relaxed muscles that had long been held tense and quieted a busy mind. Everything was just Leon. Every touch was Leon, every thought was Leon, every sensation, every want or need you ever had was just Leon.
You let out a long breath you didn’t realise you were holding and reached for him, making a grabbing motion that caused his heart to skip. "Leon, please." was all you could manage, another sweet plea. He huffed and slowly leant over you, your legs pushed high over his hips as he rested on his elbows either side of your head, the tip of his nose brushing your cheek.
"What is it, sweet? Is something the matter?" his question was gentle and hushed, a whisper rolling over your skin. He tucked his hands behind your head and urged you closer, body pressed flush against you.
You shook your head and again wrapped your arms around his back, pulling him as close as you physically could with eager fingertips pressing dimples into his skin. He hummed and kissed your cheek, rolling his hips into yours testingly.
"I see. I've got you, baby, just lie back."
Sometimes it didn't take words, god knows you're bad at stringing any together when the warm weight of your fiancé is on top of you, you just had to hold onto him like that and Leon knew exactly what to do. Because he always knew what you needed.
Gradually he brought his hips back, pulling out just a little before rocking forward again and sending a ripple of pleasure washing over you. It didn't take long for him to build a rhythm, keeping each draw back shallow to satiate the nagging desire to fuck you deep and slow, like he needed all of you to be content. Your moans were timid at first, strained behind bitten lips that tried to swallow them down but one harder, deeper thrust that made his skin slap against yours quickly sabotaged your restraint.
"That's it, doll. Make sure I can hear you, you know what will happen if I can't." he grumbled with lips hovering beside your ear, a velvety reminder punctuated with another rougher drill of his hips. Curses kept spilling from your lips as he upped his pace, grunting between breaths with each one fanning hotly on your skin, fully engulfed in the deep-seated want for the intimate connection you had so missed.
Your head was swimming, made fuzzy by the shock waves that rocked your body. Babbled, cock-dumb pleas kept tumbling into the stuffy air until you tucked your face into the crook of his neck, mimicking his earlier ministrations to show him the same doting as a thank you told in kisses.
You started up a sloppy line of open mouthed kisses along his throat, each one ardent and spaced between stammered moans. He hummed lowly and the sound rumbled against your lips, emboldening you to latch on and suck at the erogenous spots that had long gone neglected.
"Fucking hell." Leon groaned, pistoning his hips faster. "Getting back at me, hm?" He was already getting breathless, chest rising and falling rapidly and brushing against you each time. You huffed affirmatively, marking his skin with greedy abandon and leaving a cluster of colour closer to the base of his neck.
With each one the tip of your nose pressed firmly against his skin and teased the line of his pulse, sending little shocks through him. But eventually you had to let your head fall back as he got hasty, too wrapped up in everything to hold yourself up. Though, before unapologetic moans began to fly free again you kissed the mole on his neck tenderly, a sorry for many marks.
He kept a hand behind your head as his thrusts got rough, skin slapping with every drive forward and obscene wet sounds accompanying the increasing noise. It made bashfulness creep down your arms with a trail of goosebumps but god, it was worth it as the coiling knot of flickering fire began to tie deep within you.
"Leon!" you gasped, digging your nails into his shoulder blades to leave little crescent shapes then dragging down and creating angry red trails. "Need more— please!" Your sensitivity from earlier was helping the licking flame grow, but then it would stutter and almost seem to fade, needing only one more thing from him.
“Fuck— I know, baby, I know. I've got you." Sitting back on his knees he brought a hand to caress down the centre of your body, palm turned inward to tantalisingly glide against your skin. The other hand hiked your leg up onto his shoulder, a welcome adjustment that allowed his cock-head to perfectly strike your sweet spot with every unrelenting thrust and send overwhelming pleasure rocking through you.
The noise that fell from your lips was just shy of a scream, instantly muffled by your hand that flew to cover your mouth. He laughed tersely.
"Right there, hm?" he tsked derisively, tone laced with that rare hint of aplomb. You couldn't answer him, your senses seized by the tense pit in your stomach that kept winding tighter, pleasured noises swallowed behind a shaking hand.
"Don't go all quiet on me, baby." he warned, voice falling stronger. "It would be a shame to stop now, wouldn't it?" he slowed his next couple of thrusts as if to punctuate his point but your desperate grasp at his side said enough, as did your complaining whine.
"That's what I thought."
He kept his pace steady, jaw clenched with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, and with large fingers splayed over the low of your stomach Leon pressed the pad of his thumb against your puffy clit. Your leg jolted on his shoulder and your outcries just kept pouring into the hot air, gripping his side so tightly that further red crescents would be left as indents.
"Oh please—" you started to beg, thighs held so tense that they began to quiver. "Leon please!"
You could feel that something was about to snap, a wave about to crash in and take you down with it. And you were desperate for it.
With unwavering precision he drew sloppy, tight circles over your poor clit and the attention wracked your body with sharp bliss, almost too sharp, almost too much.
"Say it again." he demanded, deep blues dark around the edges as he stared at your scrunched features. "Come on, let me hear it." Each piston of his hips sent you barrelling closer to the edge, mouth agape and eyes barely open. You took a shaky breath in as it washed over you.
"Please!"
Somehow this one was better than the last, intense and blinding like you were seeing stars blotted behind your eyelids. Your back arched exaggeratedly as you lurched up from the sheets and gripped his waist and wrist so tight that it would certainly bruise, squirming beneath him while your legs seized up as if you'd lost control for a split moment. But it was world shaking, oneiric, and he could see it all in your dopey, blissed-out smile.
"Oh fucking god." he cursed as you tightened around him, your leg falling from his shoulder with him doubling over you, hands beside your head. "Shit!" Leon struggled to hold back while you gushed all over him, leaving an obscene, wet white ring around the base of his cock.
Through half lidded eyes you could see the muscles in his neck and shoulder stand proud as he froze up, teeth gritted and fists balling up the sheets. You reached for him, grabbing his shoulder and scratching a trail down his chest, albeit unintentionally but it was enough to make him ram his hips into you before stopping dead still, lip twitching as he spoke.
"Ass up." Leon demanded with a sneer, tone harsh and gravelly. He pulled out suddenly and you whined at the emptiness, feeling the remnants of your orgasm run down your sullied cunt and making even more of a mess.
"What…?" Your ears were ringing and you were almost dizzy, struggling to hear his grumbled words. He again tsked and shook his head.
"I said," he huffed, harshly grabbing your waist and making you wince as the already sore skin faced further torment. "Ass up."
With his iron grip on your waist Leon flipped you over with insulting ease, your body languid and quivering in his hold.
"Is this okay, sweet?" he asked as he coaxed you onto your knees, jelly legs struggling to hold you. You nodded lazily and turned your head to the side on the pillow, arms tucked beneath it.
"Mhm. S'okay." you mumbled, weakly wiggling your hips. He hummed a small 'aww' and took his cock in his hand, lining back up.
"That's what I like to hear. Just hold on a little longer for me, sweetheart. You're doing so well." his praise was softly spoken despite the ragged breaths he took and the way he desperately pushed back inside you, hips meeting your ass with a smack.
He didn't even give you a moment to adjust before he began pistoning his hips again, hard and fast and unabashed, a man starved. With every thrust he was grunting and groaning, deep sounds that came tumbling from the back of his throat and all you could do was cling to the sheets while he pulled your body back in to his cock, using you to reach his climax that was so desperately close.
"So wet…" he mumbled under his breath, watching you take him over and over again, the sight of his cock disappearing inside you spurring him on. "So good…"
One of his hands came down into the space between your shoulders, pushing you into the mattress while his other stayed steadfast on your hip, leverage to pull you into him. The angle was torture on your sweet spot and it was near embarrassing how your shaking legs wanted nothing more than to collapse beneath you, but you wanted to push through for him, to prove that you could.
"Leon…" you mewled so weakly, voice hoarse and throat sore from all your exclamations.
"That's it, sweetheart." he moaned, chest heaving. "Doing such a good job. Just a little more, please."
His muscular thighs were shaking and sweat ran down his back in scattered rivulets, following the same descending line as the scratches you had left behind. God, it was filthy, such a messy sight, the product of time apart and people deprived of one another. His grip on your hip tightened and you knew that was it, yelping a small 'ow!' before his roar of a moan interjected and drowned the sound of you out.
"Fuck!" Leon shouted, pulling out of your soaked cunt and pumping himself a couple times before cumming all over your ass and lower back, head thrown back and marked neck bared for you to see as you looked back over your shoulder. Your legs gave out as soon as he let go of you and his looked as if they wouldn't hold him much longer either, trembling as he left a mess over your skin with the sensation making his head spin like a drunkard hooked on something heady.
"Oh my god." he sighed, soon crashing to the sheets beside you. You tittered as he came into your view, skin glossy with a sheen of sweat and chest rising and falling rapidly with gasped breaths. He stared at the ceiling for a moment before turning to you, eyes so blown and lips bitten but still he smiled so handsomely.
"Are you okay, sweet?" He turned onto his side and cupped your cheek, surging forward to connect your lips. It was a sweet kiss, apologetic and electric with the aftershocks of it all. You nodded into him and pulled away slowly, grin never faltering.
"Yeah, just a bit stuck." You raised your brows at him and the smirk you got was nothing short of sheepish, his features lighting up in a way that made your heart ache.
"Yeah yeah." he laughed airily. "Give me a minute to get up, okay? No way I'm managing to stand just yet."
You scoffed a noise of faux offence and slapped him playfully on his shoulder, accidentally catching the nail marks and making him hiss.
"Leon!" you complained. “I can't stay like this! You made the mess, you clean up." he chuckled again, heartier this time, and rolled his eyes.
"Fine, fine. But if I fall right now it's your fault." He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and very slowly got to his feet, arms stretched out as if bracing for a fall. But he managed just fine.
"I'll only be a minute, baby. Stay there." he nodded, first staggering to the wardrobe to grab some well worn sweatpants, a comfort of laziness he'd been thinking about his whole time away in such uncomfortable dress.
"Not like I have a choice." you grumbled, stifling a yawn as the aftershocks came to a stop and fatigue set in, body more tired than mind. He huffed and threw the clothes over his arm, straightening up and heading for the bathroom. As he went you gazed at the flaring red trails all down his sculpted back, smug and satisfied as you closed your eyes, sleep clawing for purchase as soon as your lashes met.
But before you had the chance to doze off the feeling of a warm, damp flannel on your back startled you back awake, having been so close to drifting away that you didn't realise the minutes that had passed.
"Still with me, sweetheart?" Leon asked smugly as he wiped you down, all slow glides over delicate skin and thorough attention to mop up the mess. You giggled and nodded, not bothering to open your eyes since heavy lids fought to stay closed.
"Barely. Thank you, honey." you muttered, lifting an arm to invite him to lay beside you. He tutted, clicking his tongue against his teeth.
"Not just yet, baby. Need to get you dressed first." His intention was reasonable but by the way you groaned you would have thought he was asking the world of you, such an arduous task after burning so much energy.
"Can't be bothered, just come here." You made a grabbing motion at him and shit it was tempting, but he felt bad leaving you like this knowing it was his own doing.
"Sweetheart—" he began, quickly cut off by a stubborn whine.
"Come on, just a quick nap?" you insisted, voice laden with piling exhaustion. Leon sighed heavily, a hand soothing over your shoulders gently once you were all wiped down.
"Let's at least finish cleaning up, yeah?" Still he tried, but you pouted and mimicked his little head shake.
"Pretty please…?"
"Fine."
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Pt. 1
Summary: Leon takes the lead this time around and you find out that he can be quite relentless when it comes to fulfilling both of your desires.
Word Count: 2.0K
Pairing: RE2! Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader (afab)
Warnings: Age difference (5 year age gap) breeding kink, biting, praise kink, unprotected sex, p in v, multiple orgasms, over-sensitivity play (is that a thing?) dom/sub dynames, cream pies, pet names, lemme know if I missed anything!
Disclaimer: MDNI!!!! 18+ only!
A/N: Finally! Part 2 is here! I apologize for the shortness but I hope that I wrapped up everything alright. So this time around Leon is more dominant in his role because classic dom Leon! If you like my writing be sure to think about popping up in my inbox for some requests :3c I do other fandoms such as JJK and MHA and will probably make a more detailed post on it soon!
Thank you and enjoy! :D
Your position was switched now; Leon was on top with you being pinned against the cushions of the couch. At the mention of him taking the lead, his eagerness was renewed with vigor. He kissed you slowly this time, his body weight nearly completely engulfing you. “Leon, I’m not gonna run away.” You laugh and Leon huffed,”Just want to feel you against me. I’m not hurting you, though, am I?” He looked a little worried but you shook your head with a smile. “Perhaps a little bit of suffocation. Women’s breasts don’t really leave room for close encounters.” You say and Leon’s eyes found their way to your chest. “Um..” You roll your eyes. “I’m kidding. You’re taking the lead, remember? Don’t be shy, take what you want~” You invite.
With your full permission, Leon began to roll your shirt up. You help him get you out of it, you being left in nothing but your bra. You reach behind you and unhook it yourself. “Lemme save you the trouble.” You tease and he chuckled,”I could have figured it out.” He declared and you gave a breath of a laugh. “I’m sure, after 5 minutes.” You stick out your tongue playfully. Discarding the bra to the side, you look at Leon and frown. “Why am I the only one naked?” You ask aloud and Leon realized that he was still wearing his shirt. Slipping it off in one motion, the ripple of his abs were more than enough to get you even more wet. You could feel your slick and Leon’s cum slipping from you and you couldn’t help but feel that it was a bit of a waste.
He placed a hand atop your right breast, Leon softly squeezing. You give a sigh of pleasure, rolling your head to the side as your eyes flutter closed. Suddenly, you felt Leon slip into you once more. You bite your bottom lip at the sensation of being penetrated once more, the delectable electricity zapping throughout your body. Leon sucked in a breath, the feeling of your contracting walls like heaven to him. However, he did not move his hips. You wondered what he was up to, but when he started to play around with your breasts you realized that you were cockwarming him.
You wrap your arms around his neck, leaning upwards to give kisses of your own along his jawline and pulse point. He pinched, rubbed and squeezed your chest for a while, his pawing bringing a slow build to your orgasm. However, it wasn’t enough. “Leon, please move. Need more.” You coax and he groaned. “I would, sweetheart. But I’m taking the lead, remember?” He said and you whined. “Shhh, it’s okay. I’ll give you what you want.” He hushed as he reached down with his dominant hand. He rubbed circles into your over sensitive bundle of nerves, his other hand still cupped against your right breast.
You let out a breathy moan, your walls clenching around Leon’s cock just right. He let out a hiss of pleasure and he began to rub the head of his dick against your cervix. The pressure was a little uncomfortable but it was something that was both erotic and somehow pleasurable as well. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum again already. Want me to give you another load, sweetheart?” He asked with piercing eyes and you let out a whimper. “Please, Leon. Wan’ it.” You were able to say, biting your fingers from the numbing pleasure that was Leon. “Wanna get knocked up and have a baby with you.” You begin to mumble and finally Leon moves his hips.
A high pitched groan left you as you felt your walls begin to spasm slightly. You hadn’t realized it but the tenderness and added foreplay had affected you mentally more than you had thought. This pleasure was far different from any other encounter you had and you felt like you were becoming addicted. “Leee~” You whimpered as another orgasm was ripped from you, your back arching almost painfully as your nipples rubbed against Leon’s own chest. His thrusts became erratic and sloppy, pleased that you had cum this time before him. Hungry for his own release now, his breathing hitched when he finally found it. He rammed into you harshly, thick strings painting your inner walls with intent.
You felt your tense, heated body relaxing into the cushions below and you had the impression that you were done. But then you felt yourself being flipped onto your stomach, Leon pulling your ass up so that he had easier access to your entrance. You kept yourself balanced by your elbows, completely taken aback by the sudden change. “Wha-” “You wanna be a mommy right? I gotta make sure that it catches.” Leon said in a husky voice, leaning over you so that he could whisper it hotly into your ear before giving the shell of it a nip.
You bite your bottom lip in anticipation, the dirty talk becoming far more real than you had anticipated. Was it the sex or the fact that you truly wanted it? What would-
Leon roughly entered you once more, an eep being ripped out of you from the sudden intrusion. Your walls clench to the point that you can feel it in your abused clit. Leon’s thrusts started at a rough pace, the sound of slapping skin filling the air amongst you two. “My, my, lieutenant, what will your subordinates think? Finding out that you let a rookie knock you up like this. What would the chief say?” Leon wondered aloud, these questions awaking a feeling that shouldn’t have been so delectable as it was.
“Mmmmm, noooo. I-” Leon chuckled in between haughty groans,”No? Then, what were you really asking not too long ago, hm?” He bit and kissed your shoulders, leaving marks along your flushed skin. “Sorry, princess, but I think we’re in way too deep now to start feeling any regret.” Your fingers dig into the fabric at his words, a small moan leaving you. His hands found themselves next to yours, his body caging you in as he let you have it.
“But that’s okay, right? You’ll let me take care of you, yeah?” He groaned. “God, you’ll look so pretty round with my kid; glowing and looking so radiant fuck-” He was starting to ramble now, too pussy drunk to really think about the consequences. “I would do the right thing, too. Marry you and give you everything you’d ever need. Ever since I saw you for the first time, that's all I’ve wanted to do.” His confession was heartwarming and it made you weak at the knees. You slumped forward onto your forearms, raising your hips even higher for him. With this he was able to reach even deeper and the extra pressure from his cockhead to your cervix was nearly unbearable.
Finally, though, he came deep within you once more, his rutting hips gently stuttering from the intense orgasm that washed over him. He was feeling too over sensitive but he just needed one more. “Think you can go another round, lieutenant?” At his question you whimper. “Too sensitive. I don’t - ah!” He flipped you over once more and you couldn’t help but wonder where he was getting all of this stamina. He then pressed your legs against your chest, folding you into a mating press. “Just one more, okay? Promise.” He whispered against your lips, hungrily stealing kisses from you. At this angle you were able to steal a glance at where you two were connected and you never felt so dirty. White cream overflowed from your hole and glazed the inside of your thighs. Your slick was all over Leon’s lower abdomen and everytime he pulled out a layer of milky substance is what covered his member. You could only imagine how ruined you look inside.
You could only lay there and grip at whatever was closest to you to try and ground yourself but you felt so light-headed. “Leon. It caught. Mmmmm, too much.” You had never felt this level of pleasure, your poor fucked out mind unsure of what to do with it. Your flight response was high but with the position you were in and how Leon pinned you down you were going nowhere anytime soon. You needed a break, time to adjust but Leon was being mean and rough with you. “Such a good girl for me, taking me so fucking well.” It didn’t seem that he was listening to you, a single mission on his mind.
You threw your head back in defeat, eyes closing tightly as you tried to be good and take what you were being given. Your legs shook like hell around his head, your moans past the point of lewd. “Poor thing, not sure what to do with yourself, hm?” He asked with a smirk, his thrusts transitioning to gyrating as he accidentally came across that one spot that had you crying. “NOT THERE! I CAN’T!” Hot tears fell past your cheeks, Leon suddenly focusing on that spot. “I would be nicer if it weren’t for the fact that you sound so god damn gorgeous right now. Come on, princess, won’t you be good for me?” He was incessant with his thrusts and you went cross eyed.
A sudden, heavy orgasm fell over you and you felt yourself squirt on Leon’s cock. You had never done such a thing in your life and you felt a wave of emotions flow over you from impressed to painfully turned on. “Mmmmm, we’re making such a mess, lieutenant. Not too sure how we’re gonna get rid of the evidence.” He licked along your glistening skin on your neck, ending his trail with a hard bite. You, on the other hand, were barely cognitive. A line of saliva left your mouth as you stared off into nothing. It felt like your soul left your body and you were experiencing some sort of outer body scenario.
But he just kept GOING and you couldn’t help but sob. You went to say some sort of strung together words but what came out was just noises of pleasure and over sensitivity. “Poor thing.” Leon said in a condescending tone that made you whimper and he gently brushed his fingers against your blushing cheeks. “I’m almost there, just a little while longer.” You had no choice but to nod, Leon leaning forward to press butterfly kisses against your face. “Good girl. I’ll take care of you, I promise.” He whispered and his thrusts picked up brutally.
Soon enough, you felt another handful of gooey cum joining the rest, it overflowing from you even more. But, true to his word he stopped and let you catch your breath. “C-can I stay in you?” He was suddenly back to his more timid side and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yes, please do.” You approve and he couldn’t help but smile gently. He maneuvered the both of you into a more comfortable position; you being spooned by Leon. He held you impossibly close, mouthing open mouthed kisses along your shoulder to your jawline. “Is it safe to say that this wasn’t a one time thing?” He asked, his voice a little on the hopeful side as you laughed. “Leon, I don’t agree to have a kid with someone unless I want them to permanently be by my side. I’m all in.” You say in an even tone and Leon gives a bright smile.
“Good. So am I.” He said, and you gave Leon a loving kiss. “Good. Cause like I was trying to tell you, it definitely caught.” You were still reeling from the numbing pleasure that Leon had relentlessly given you, a sure thought that your hips were going to be very sore in the morning. He hugged you gently. “You really think so? I hope so. I’m being serious when I say you’d make an amazing mother.” He said, a warm feeling blooming within your chest from the words. “And you’d make a good father. But, you do have your faults.” You tease and he chuckled. “Yeah? How so?” And for the rest of the night you both laughed amongst yourselves, enjoying the moment of just you two. Until finally you both succumbed to sleep.
Summary: Being an independent woman and a full time student is all fun and games until final’s season. Luckily, your not-quite academic rival Leon Kennedy is there to pick you up when you fall.
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cw: Female pronouns and description used for reader but nothing detailed (no skin color, eye color, hair type, body type, etc.) This is basically just an x reader for my independent eldest daughters who do nothing but their absolute best all the time everyday and deep down want a hot guy with beefy arms to let them relax for a minute. So i guess expect the related issues that come with being an eldest daughter?
Tags/tropes: hurt/comfort, dom! leon if you squint, leon’s very touchy, leon being a gentleman!! probably ooc, i kinda struggled finding his voice :/
wc: 3.3k
a/n: wowee so i’m not rlly looking to be a full time author or anything but i could NOT get this idea out of my head and i figured i could give back to the tumblr fic community <3 here’s to everyone who wants hurt/comfort without smut, incest, or a needlessly specific reader! hope everyone’s recovering well from finals!
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The first time it happened, it honestly, truly, was an accident. A mistake, if you will. You would never willingly fall asleep on a random guy at a party. That is all kinds of bad for a number of reasons.
However. There were some… extenuating circumstances.
Finals. They’re a make-or-break for the first semester. Mostly just a break. In the sense that you contemplated how upset your parents would be at you if you dropped out and if the subsequent disowning would be worth it.
You did finals the same way you did everything. You worked. Studied. Borderline obsessed over it. Romanticized it so you could push through when the other’s resolve started dropping. Stayed home. Your friends bemoaned your “no-fun attitude” but they’re crying over their grades and you’re not, so.
Well. Actually you’re definitely crying over your grades, almost every day in fact. But not because they’re bad. Just because you’re tired. Really tired. The kind of tired that makes people have public breakdowns. But you can’t afford to have a public breakdown because you have to succeed at college and you have to work in order to stay on top of your bills and be able to send some money home to your family and make sure you have time to call your parents and make time for your sister to call you and vent because you didn’t have a you at her age and you wish you did so you have to be there for her and your friends need you to be there for them not to mention planning for how you’re going to use your degree after you graduate and—
Most of the time you try not to think about it.
So finals were over. And everyone wanted to celebrate. And you did, you promise. You’re totally the party girl type. Totally. (Maybe if you say it enough times it’ll come true?)
You don’t hate parties. You like dressing up and going out. It’s fun! It’s just… not your idea of an unwind. Not after you nearly ran yourself into the ground for a month straight for the sake of academic validation. You’d prefer to sleep for 72 hours straight. And maybe watch a movie at home in the sweatshirt you cried over your textbooks in. Maybe over a glass of wine? You’re not really sure. Relaxing never really goes well for you. It’s either depression-bed-rotting or full productivity.
Needless to say, you weren’t exactly thrilled to find yourself at this party. You’re not really sure how your friends convinced you.
But you’re here, in makeup and an outfit you like (you’re thankful this isn’t one of the ‘put on a tight dress and dance’ parties) and you just honestly want to go to bed. It’s a house party, so it’s not nearly as crazy as some of the other parties you’ve been (read: dragged) to, but still.
You’re on the couch, ignoring the smell of alcohol in the air and pretending the pounding baseline of the music coming from the speaker in the kitchen isn’t starting to give you a headache.
Ada Wong, a girl you’ve hesitantly dubbed your party friend, is sitting on your left, while the guy you can never quite tell what he is to her, is sitting on your right.
Leon Kennedy.
On a good day, Leon Kennedy is a smart, brooding, annoyingly capable guy who you share some of your classes with. On a bad day, he’s the bane of your existence. On a really bad day, you fantasize about all the ways you could kill him and turn the experience into a really good term paper.
It’s complicated. You’re smart. He’s smart. You tend to clash because neither of you like backing down from a challenge.
But right now, in this moment, at this party, the only thing you can think about is how fucking tired you are and how warm he is.
The music is so loud it drowns everything out in your brain. The few thoughts that make it through the overwhelm of sound are fuzzy and staticky. The cling and slip around in your head like syrup. The worst parts about parties are, funnily enough, working to cancel out the main reason you can’t fall asleep in your own bed at night: overthinking.
That and the fact that you haven’t sleep in forty-eight hours. An energy drink and an iced coffee count as a full nights sleep, right? You’re sure the heart palpitations are normal.
You manage to keep up with the steady flow of the group conversation, but as the night wears on, talking becomes harder and harder and just plain processing the words being said slowly turns into an impossible task. At some point, someone else squeezed onto the couch— you think it might be Chris? Ada did say he was coming late— so now you’re pressed against the one and only Leon Kennedy, and he’s radiating heat like a furnace.
Like you, he opted for a slightly more casual approach to the house party. Of course, he’s a guy, so his wardrobe was probably never that big, but still. It’s nice to see someone else in a sweatshirt and jeans.
You at least put on your favorite jeans! You call them your hot jeans, for self explanatory reasons. So what if you’re wearing an oversized sweatshirt? It’s cold!
You jolt in place, not realizing your eyes had slipped close and the conversation had continued on without you. Something prickles in the back of your head. An instinctual sort of thing.
Don’t fall asleep in public places.
Don’t fall asleep at someone’s house you don’t know.
You know the owner of the house, you think. You’ve been here once or twice. But you don’t know everyone at the party and where your friends have gone because they’re not in the group talking here and you should probably stand up soon, to wake yourself up, don’t let your friends down, don’t be that girl who falls asleep at the party, don’t—
You jolt again.
Wake up. You tell yourself. Leon’s looking at you out of the corner of his eye, but you ignore it.
It feels like a record skip. You’ll blink, and the conversation isn’t the same as when you first closed your eyes. The song isn’t the same. Were the lights always this bright?
“Whew!” Ada whistles from above. When did she stand up? “Someone’s got final’s exhaustion written all over their face!”
The group laughs and you do too, but it sounds different. Leon doesn’t. Why isn’t he laughing?
You jolt again. Harder this one. A full body shake. You wince as your knee knocks into Leon’s.
“Sorr—“
“Stop that.” He grumbles, and oh. A warm, solid hand snakes around your waist and pulls you closer. Closed to that warm, stupidly comfortable side.
This is wrong. It’s Leon. It’s Leon. You can’t. And this is a party, and your friends are here—
“Stop being stupid,” You can feel his chest rumble from where your cheek is pressed flush against it, and when did that happen? He picks up your left arm and drapes it across his stomach, then picks up your right arm and wraps it around his lower pack. “Squeeze.”
You listen, and wow. Who has time to go to the gym this much and be an academic rival? You feel like you’re slacking. Maybe you need to make time to get some—
“I can hear you thinking,” He says, voice deep and rumbly. It’s honestly a miracle you can hear him over the music. It’s probably because your face is pressed against his chest. If you strain, you can feel the dull thud of his heart.
“You have a heart?” You say, half-delirious with exhaustion. It comes out more as a question than a statement
“Mhm,” He rumbles. “I am in possession of one. Great observation princess.”
You frown into his chest. “Why are you always so mean? You call me that stupid name. I’m not a princess.”
“I’m not mean. Whoever said princess was a mean nickname? You decided that on your own.”
“Then how come you call me that?”
“Because,” He huffs, repositioning to a more slouched position that’s more comfortable for your neck. The arm tightens around your waist.
It’s nice. It’s possessive. Protective. No one’s ever really done that for you before. Usually it’s you doing the protecting.
You don’t want to relax. You can’t. You can’t.
“Because,” He continues, “Princesses need to be taken care of. Especially smart, stubborn princesses who never pause for one second. Not even when they should.”
You should get up. Apologize for how weird you’re being. Have another coffee or energy drink. Join the party. Do something that isn’t this.
“Go to sleep,” He says, his voice like a warm blanket settling and slipping into your mind. “Nothing‘s going to happen to you while I’m here. No one is going to be mad at you for sleeping. And if they are, I’ll kick their ass. Go to sleep.”
It’s easy to give in after that.
You sag, boneless. Like a puppet with it’s strings cut. You inhale deeply, breathing in the deep, rich scent that’s distinctly Leon.
Just for a few minutes. Because Leon’s watching. He won’t let something happen to you. Just for a few minutes. You’ll get up soon. You will.
He tucks you closer to him. “Sleep.”
You’re out like a light.
—
“No way, she’s actually asleep?”
“Holy shit Leon, did you drug her?”
“I did not.”
“Well, thanks, for whatever weird magic-spell you cast. Seriously. We’re all starting to get worried about her. She doesn’t take any breaks and she doesn’t let anyone help. Last week a librarian found her asleep on the printer. Fully standing.”
“Hmm.”
“I’m going to start inviting you to our apartment if it means she’ll actually get some fucking sleep. It’s unsettling finding her in the same position as when I left like, six hours beforehand.”
“Don’t worry. She’s in good hands.”
—
It’s horrific, running into him in the library.
What makes it more horrible is the fact that you’re ugly crying silently in the English textbook section, because it’s always empty. You’re ugly crying in the English textbook section of the university library and Leon Kennedy just walked into the aisle.
You sniff, lifting your head from your knees to stare up at him from the ground. He has a knack for finding you at your lowest, it would seem.
“We’ve got to stop seeing each other like this, princess.”
“Oh?” You sniff hard, running a hand across your face as if that will clear up your red rimmed, puffy eyes, the tear tracks on your face, or the flush on your nose. The action at least wipes away the snot. “I wasn’t aware you ever fell asleep on me at a party. Did I ever find you crying in the English textbook section of the library?”
He tilts his head. “Why the English textbook section? It’s one of your best subjects.”
“It’s the emptiest section. Plus, anyone looking for an English textbook at this hour isn’t going to bat an eye at me.” You wrap your arms around your legs and hug them to your chest. “What are you doing here?”
“One of your roommates called Ada. They said you haven’t been home since this morning. They thought you might’ve been at hers, or with me.”
You snort. “It’s like they don’t even know me.”
He rolls his eyes. “I think they were hoping you’d be there. I think anyone who knows you knew you’d be here.”
“Crying in the English section?”
“In the library, dumbass.”
He stalks forward, leaning back against the bookshelf across from you and sliding his hands into his sweatpants pockets.
“Tell me. Is your pathological avoidance to asking for help conscious or not?”
You kick out, one shoed foot catching him in the shins. “Dick.”
He shrugs. “Just want to know. I can’t exactly gloat over scoring two points above you if you’re not in top form. I want a fair fight.”
“Is that what you're here for?” You ask suddenly, everything in your body going rigid. “You think this is funny?”
“No,” He says calmly. “I’m here because you’re being stupid again. You know what’s not healthy, or smart?”
He gestures to you. You, sitting on the floor, tears drying on your face. “This. Going out to parties to make your friends happy when you should be at home, sleeping. Studying for so long you end up looking like your boyfriend of eight years just broke up with you. Come on, princess. Where’s those brains you brag about?”
“They’re up here,” You tap your forehead. Against your will, your eyes burn, tears welling up, your face tightening. “And they’re tired.”
You drop your head into your hands, forgoing your silent crying of earlier in the place of open mouth sobbing. You can’t help it. You’re just so tired. So done with it all. With trying to keep up, with trying to make space, with trying to make time. With doing your best and it not being enough. You’re tired of being tired.
“Annnd there it is. Come here.”
He lowers himself to the floor next to you, tucking you close in a similar fashion as that night at the party.
“Come on, same thing as before. Hold onto me. Give yourself a minute.”
You wrap your arms around his middle, same way as last time, burying your face into his shoulder. Someone could see. Someone you know might see you crying and think—
He reaches a hand up and pulls the hood of your sweatshirt over your head.
“There. Now no one can see your face. Stop worrying. Just cry, princess.”
You sniffle. “I’m getting snot on your sweatshirt.”
“It’s had worse on it.”
“Gross.”
You can practically feel the eye roll. “Can you stop being dirty-minded and focus on something productive? Like crying? Or not crying, if that would make you feel better.”
You shift, so your head is lying against his shoulder instead of smashed into it like before.
“Why do you care if I feel better?”
Why do you care?
He shrugs against you.
“Told you,” He pushes your hood back a bit, tapping you on the forehead with his pointer finger. “My competition’s no fun if she’s not taking care of herself. How else is she gonna kick my ass?”
“I can take care of myself just fine. I don’t need you to swoop in here, Leon.”
“Mhm,” He says. “And i’m sure you do great at it, considering you’re still alive and kicking my ass at those stupid socratic seminars. Consider this… self-care. In the face mask, getting your nails done way.”
“Who taught you self care?”
“Ada. We have face mask nights.”
You jolt up. “Is she—“
“She’s not my girlfriend, we’re not fucking, no she’s not going to be upset or care in any way about this. Calm down.”
You begrudgingly settle back against him.
“If anything,” He continues. “She’ll be excited to see you at more parties in the coming months.”
You frown. “I never said—“
“You only go to parties if your friends physically drag you or when you feel confident enough in your grades and the general state of your life. It’s really easy to tell which version of you shows up to the party. It’s the way you dress.”
“How so?”
He shifts slightly. Guilt twinges in your stomach as you realize how uncomfortable he must be.
“You wear your pick-me-up pants when you’re dragged there. The ones that make your ass look great.”
You sit up with a gasp. “My hot pants?”
He raises an eyebrow. “Is that what you call them?”
Your brain catches up to the rest of what he said. “Hold on. Did you just say—“
“I said what I said. I’m assuming there’s a reason you call them your hot pants.”
He smirks, and you flush.
“Moving onto more pressing matters,” He tilts his head at you. “You have two options this evening. Either I take you back to your place and you sleep in your own bed, or you come to my place and we binge watch the Oceans movies until you fall asleep.”
“How did you know I like the—“
“The icebreaker for club thing. You said they were your favorite movies.”
You look up at him. “You remembered?”
“You were wearing your hot jeans.”
“You’re the worst.”
He scans your face for a moment, eyes sparking with mirth and a little something less innocent. “Maybe.”
You sigh and lean back against him, exhaustion from all your crying hitting you at once.
“Nuh-uh, no sleeping here. You gotta pick one. My place or yours?”
You frown into his shoulder. “Ugh. Fine. Yours, but only because I wanna watch the Ocean’s movies. You better not have a disgusting frat house.”
“I do not. I do have popcorn and ice cream.”
“Ada bought those, didn’t she?”
“Nope,” He says, nudging you with his shoulder to stand. You clamber in gracefully to your feet, your head starting to pound. “Chris likes to have movie nights. It pays to be well stocked.”
Your cheeks warm as a large, steadying hand finds its way to the small of your back. “How many of my friends are you friends with?”
“I was friends with them first.”
“Ass.”
He chuckles incredulously. “For having friends?”
“Yes,” You say, letting him pull you to his side while you walk to your table where you left your stuff. Probably not the best idea to leave your entire net-worth unattended, but whatever. You were going through it. “How dare you.”
“Mmm. I see. My apologies, princess. I’ll tell Chris and Ada.”
“You get on that.”
You can’t help but smile as he helps you pack up your things, passing you items across the table and carefully zipping up your pencil case.
“Don’t touch my papers, I have a system.”
“Is the system absolute chaos?”
“Shut up.”
Once everything is packed up, you zip up your backpack, but before you can sling it on, Leon’s arm darts out and snags it right out from under you.
Your expression grows pinched. “I can carry my own bag, Leon.”
“I know you can.”
“Give me my bag.”
“No.”
You groan. “Why do you want to carry my bag?”
“See, there’s this thing called chivalry—“
“Oh my god, shut up. When have you and chivalry ever been synonymous?”
He shrugs. “Ever since I met the girl in the hot jeans who regularly kicks my ass academically.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Mmm,” He hums, wrapping an arm around your waist and walking you towards the doors to the library. “And you’re stubborn. Come on. Brad Pitt and George Clooney are waiting for you.”
You sigh dramatically, hiding a small smile in your hand.
Is it possible for you to expand on your overworked series w Leon? I actually loved it sm
first request !! of course lovely, hope you like it! <3
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NOT SO MESSY
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college student! leon x college student, eldest daughter! reader
summary: things get difficult- they pile up, and the harder things get, the further you start to drift. Luckily, Leon isn’t pushed away so easily.
cw: realistic depictions of depression, reader is overwhelmed with everything, abandonment issues if you squint (not that hard tbh) leon being a very good boyfriend :)
a/n: been having a bit of a rough time recently and when this request came in i knew what i had to do
hey!! so this fic deals with realities of depressive episodes and how the room(s) we live in reflect that. i have had depression most of my life, so I’m drawing on personal experience. That being said, if you are bothered by the mentions of “gross” depressive behavior in this fic, i.e not showering, dirty plates/moldy coffee in the bedroom, or not brushing teeth, and plan on leaving a comment about how “depression is just an excuse to be gross” just don’t. scroll on past, this fic isn’t for you :)
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You’re hiding from Leon.
Not a good idea in the long run, because one, he always manages to find you —always— but two, when he does inevitably sniff you out, he’ll be upset for two reasons— because you’d let things get bad and because you’re hiding it.
Your room is a disaster. It’s always the first sign. Well, the first sign is usually the general unwillingness to do anything but get out of bed, sleep, or binge watch tv, but still. Half-empty water bottles litter every available surface, accompanied by papers —both unimportant and important— and dirty dishes. You don’t even want to look at the coffee cups.
It’s disgusting. You know it is. Actually, truly disgusting. There’s mold on some of the plates for Christ’s sake. And all you have to do is stop whining and just do it. But you can’t.
You can’t.
Because letting everything else get this bad is the only way you’ve managed to keep your grades intact during this episode. Something had to give— you didn’t have the energy to give to anymore. So your room fell into complete and utter disarray and you haven’t been eating well like Leon wants and you don’t even want to talk about your shower routine.
It’s bad. Everything is bad. You hate going home to your dirty, gross room, and you’re tired of being too tired to do nothing but homework, and you’re afraid of how upset Leon is going to be when he finds out.
And you’re so frustrated. Because you’re not that girl— you can’t be the girl with the dirty, messy room and the unkempt hair and the bags under her eyes who doesn’t leave the house. You can’t— you’re more than that. You’re you. You’re that girl. The girl. Beauty and brains. You just don’t know how you let it get this bad.
And you don’t know how to climb your way out.
—
Leon hasn’t been by in… awhile.
This of course, is not his fault. Over the course of this episode, as things got worse and worse, you got better and better at keeping him away.
At first, you were ashamed. You were doing so good for awhile, before everything got bad again. And then, you started worrying— you’re pushing him away, hiding everything from him, and once he realizes, he’s not going to be happy. You’re scared of losing him because you can’t keep it together.
You don’t dare to admit it outside the safety and comfort of your own mind, but you’ve really come to rely on Leon. He’s always there for comfort when you need want it. Even when you don’t know. He knows. He always does.
A hand on your thigh, squeezing to distract you from picking on your hangnails during class. A large, warm arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tight to him. That deep rumble in his chest when he’s telling you something, his voice low and sliding around in your brain, making all your thoughts stick together.
And you’re not allowed to miss him. You pushed him away. You told him he was distracting you. You told him you didn’t want him at the apartment.
You’re not allowed to miss him. But that doesn’t stop you from doing it anyway.
You’re sitting on your bed, staring at the slivers of floor you can see and wishing it would all go away so you’d stop feeling so bad. You hate staring at the mess, hate seeing it— but you can’t bring yourself to look away. The shirt you’re wearing probably smells —you haven’t kept up on your laundry so you’ve been cycling through the same three shirts for around the house wear— and you can practically feel the tangles you’re getting in your hair from not washing it. You haven’t showered in awhile either. Your skin feels grimy.
Your gross. This is gross.
A loud knock sounds on your door and you snap your head up, frozen.
Only one person knocks like that on your door.
“Shit— uh, coming!”
You pick your way across the floor, stumbling over clothes and hangers and seriously, how many disposable water bottles can one person drink?
You finally reach the door and crack it open the tiniest sliver.
Leon’s staring back at you, his expression unreadable.
That’s not good. You can usually read them, nowadays.
Your eyes catch what he’s wearing- his uni sweatshirt and one of his favorite pairs of old, worn flannel pajama pants.
That’s not good either. If he’s wearing his comfortable clothes, it means he’s not leaving for awhile.
You stare at him through the crack in the door for a little while, unable to break the silence. He shifts his stance, rocking back onto his heels and putting his hands in the pockets of his pants.
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
You don’t respond. You begin to chew anxiously on your lip, hands going white-knuckled on the door-frame.
“Princess,” He says, and you can’t tell if his voice sounds fondly annoyed or just annoyed when he says it, “You wanna tell me what’s been going on?”
You shake your head.
“Oh? Not talking today?” He relaxes his stance a bit, “Is the reason you’ve been avoiding me the same reason you won’t let me in your room?”
You resolve begins to crack. It always does that when he’s right in front of you, every part of you longing to slot yourself into place next to him, safe and protected.
You stamp down the urge.
“I’m just busy right now Leon. I’m not avoiding you.”
“Sweetheart, I stopped believing that the second you started wearing the same sweatshirt for a week straight. You’re not well.”
“So? What does that matter to you?”
“Do you really need me to answer that?”
It becomes a competition then- who’s gonna look away first. Leon’s staring into your eyes, clearly cataloguing your face, that unreadable expression still in place. You meet his gaze right back, wondering how long it will take to get him to break.
He doesn’t. He must find whatever it was he was looking for in your face though, because he smirks, crossing his arms and leaning back.
“You’re not going to outlast me, princess.”
You sag, frustrated. “I just…”
You suck in a breath, rushing all the words out at once.
“I’m ashamed and I don’t want you to see it.”
He blinks. “Your room?”
You nod. “It’s… really bad. I let it get really bad.”
“No,” He starts slowly, taking a step towards the door. “You don’t let things happen, baby. Sometimes we can’t help how bad things get.”
“But I—“
“No but’s. You’re overwhelmed. Of course some stuff is gonna fall through the cracks.”
You scrub a hand over your face and immediately regret it, the feeling of your unwashed skin grating on your already frayed nerves. “It’s gross. I haven’t showered and there’s mold in the coffee cups—“
“Don’t care.”
“But you should. It’s disgusting, Leon. I’m—“
“Hey now,” He says, voice hardening. “Don’t finish that sentence. Now, answer one question for me: do you want to keep living in your room like this?”
“No! But I can’t—“
He shrugs. “Then I’ll help you clean it.”
He says it so easily. Like it’s not a gross, hard task that he shouldn’t have to do.
You shake your head. “You don’t have to, really—“
“I want to.”
The words go straight to your chest. Warmth begins to pool and spread where they struck, tendrils curling around your fingers and throat.
“Why?” The word is lodged in your throat- you barely manage to get it out.
“Because you’re my girl,” He says, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your lips, his warm ones brushing your chapped in a kiss so gentle you almost wouldn’t feel it, if not for the press and heat of his face. “And when my girl needs —or wants— something, she gets it. Especially when it comes to help. Okay?”
Tears begin to well unbidden in your eyes. “Okay.”
You open the door wider, stepping back and letting him see into your room. It all feels raw— you’re like an open, exposed nerve. Letting him see your room is a bit like cracking your chest open and letting him see all the messy, bloody, ugly bits that keep you going.
He steps into the room. Pauses. Looks around. Looks at you.
“You wanna do this?”
You nod, biting your lip and hunching in on yourself as he takes in the mess.
“Baby,” He says slowly, stepping into your space, sliding his hands across your waist, “What do you need from me?”
You press your face into his shoulder, breathing in deeply.
“Come on. Use your words.”
“Can you just—“ You step back, “Can you please just… sit? On the bed? I just, I just need—“
He strokes a hand over your cheekbone. “You need me to sit on your bed and tell you you’re doing good?”
You can’t help the whine that builds in your throat. Not really.
“Mmm. My poor baby.” He presses a light kiss to your forehead then walks away, sitting and immediately making himself comfortable on the sliver of open space on your bed.
He reaches for your bedside table, opening a drawer and pulling out the headphones he knows you keep there.
(You keep them there because he bought them for you. Your old headphones were falling apart but did the job just fine —most of the time— but Leon wouldn’t stand for it. The next day, you’d opened your door to a brand new, incredibly expensive pair of headphones you’d brought up wanting maybe once. So when you’re not using them for studying or walking to and from classes on campus, they live there. Safe.)
“You know listening to music makes you more productive,” He says, extending them out to you, “Leave one side off, so you can hear me.”
You take the headphones, sliding them on and powering them up- though not without leaving one ear uncovered. You put on one of your more upbeat playlists- something to keep you moving.
It’s slow going at first. Since the trash and dishes are what makes the room feel the grossest, you start with them first. Wrangling the dirty coffee cups and water bottles and other various forms of trash into the trash bag is an arduous promise, and more than once you have to tell Leon he might want to cover his nose.
He remains where he is, scrolling idly on his phone and occasionally putting it down just to watch you clean. After a few moments of staring, he’ll pipe up with a comment:
“Keep it up, princess.”
“You can do it.”
“I’ll be right here if you need a anything.”
The last one is by far the most tempting offer.
Once you’ve finished getting all the trash and dishes out —the room not only feels and smells one hundred times better already— you move on to the bigger part of the project: the clothes. They’re everywhere. And they probably all need to be washed, but doing that many loads of laundry is—
“I’ll take them to the washing machine if you sort them.”
You jolt, not noticing him standing next to you.
“You don’t—“
“Start with that pile over there. It’s the biggest. Everything else will feel easy once you finish that part.”
While you (begrudgingly) begin tackling the pile, he cues up a t.v show on your laptop, then hooks it up to your monitor so it plays on a bigger screen. Then he leaves the room, giving your shoulder a squeeze as he walks by you.
(He’d given you the monitor too. He’d told you that he upgraded and didn’t need his old one anymore, but the monitor was in suspiciously good condition. But you’re not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, no matter how guilty the amount of money he spends on you makes you feel.)
You slip your headphones off, putting them back in the drawer and use the ambience of the show you’ve seen ten-thousand times and the now available space on the bed to sort clothes in a relatively timely fashion.
You’re starting to slow down a little, a headache beginning to form behind your eyes right when a delicious smell hits your nose and the door opening signals Leon’s return.
“I bring sustenance for the princess.”
He holds two plates of grilled ham-and-cheese sandwiches. One with ketchup, and one without.
You snatch the plate with ketchup and devour the sandwich in seconds, making a grabby motion for the water bottle tucked under his arm.
He chuckles, but obliges, sitting down at your desk to tuck into his own sandwich. You go back to your folding, headache miraculously waning and energy renewed. Go figure. After a few minutes, Leon disappears with the plates and then reappears with an empty laundry basket.
You wordlessly point to a pile, engrossed in the show he put on as “background noise”, folding and sorting clothes as you go.
And so bit by bit, your room gets cleaner, and cleaner, until Leon’s taken the last of the loads down to the washing machine and you’re making your bed and you’ve got an entire season of the show under your belt.
It’s long been dark outside, and you’re making your bed now, fluffing your pillows and laying your plushies in their respective spots.
Leon comes up behind you, draping his body over your back, hands over your shoulders and chin resting on your head.
“Looks good in here, princess. I think you deserve a little reward.”
You hum, leaning back into him. “For what? Needing help to do a basic thing?”
“For being vulnerable,” He drops his head to your shoulder, burying your face into the crook of your neck, “So proud of you, baby. You were so brave.”
Your stomach is doing backflips. “You don’t have to baby me.”
“M’ not babying you. You were brave. And I am proud of you.”
He wants to curl up in bed with you and keep watching t.v, but you insist on showering first. You’re gross and you just washed your sheets.
Feeling happy, you grab one of your nicer, cuter pairs of underwear, taking your time to lather your good smelling body-wash and enjoying the warm spray. Your enjoy the shower once you’re in it. It’s just getting in that’s hard.
When you get out of the shower, you notice that the oversized shirt you were going to wear was replaced with Leon’s sweatshirt. The one he spent all day in.
You smile to yourself, throwing the clothes on and rushing out to cuddle up in bed with Leon. The second you touch the bed he’s dragging you to him, face finding the free inch of space between your neck and the top of your sternum. He takes a deep breath, warm air fanning over the soft skin there.
“You smell so fucking good.”
“Mm,” You hum, already growing sleepy in his hold, “Your sweatshirt smells like you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. It’s really good. And comfortable. I’m sleepy.”
He chuckles, pulling the blankets up over the both of you and planting a soft kiss to your forhead.
“Go to sleep. I’ll be here in the morning.”
You fall asleep surrounded by warmth and safety. It’s the best sleep you’ve had in weeks.
do you think Leon likes choking? If he’s got them big hands than I’m just sayin… necklace anyone?
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let’s do this with dom!leon because yes, absolutely yes. i think it could also play in to a size thing if we’re talking about the hands…
leons hands would look that much larger when wrapped around your throat, it’s such an easy fit that he can’t help but to unthinkingly reach for your neck sometimes. when making out his hand just automatically rests there, whether it’s to hold you still or to coax you to be right where he wants you. the same goes when he’s fucking you, if you’re trying to hide your face or hang your head he is quick to take you by the throat and have you how he wants, watching your pretty face and whispering little chides with a tone full of faux sympathy. a little squeeze sometimes acts to reminds you of who is boss and earns him sweet whines, his favourite thing to hear. considering all this he just can’t help it.
but that’s the smaller stuff, warning for erotic asphyxiation/ breath play from now on.
when it comes to properly choking you he was a little shy to the idea at first, only for concern of hurting you. leon knows his own potential for getting carried away and more so than that he knows his own strength. but you were insistent, and he could never say no to you. you established your out, three taps on his arm and he would stop, that is the signal you would use, and with that you were ready.
the first time you tried it was in missionary so leon could watch your face, he was fucking you deep and fast when he brought his hand to your throat and with careful placement began to squeeze either side of your neck, mindful to only apply gentle pressure. your features twisted so cutely and your moans became breathless and stifled. leon was immediately drunk on it right then, but became even more addicted to it when he relented his grip and watched the rush it gave you. you squirmed and spluttered beneath him, almost immediately coming undone with the wave of dizziness that consumed you, he could only watch in awe, crooning at you as you came down from the intense high. “that’s it, angel. careful now, come back to me, ive got you. you did so well.”
from then on it was a favourite for you both. the trust and the exchange of power in your dynamic heightened it all and gave you both such a thrill. and now every time leon so much as touches your neck you get all flustered for him… a bonus, he thinks.
HIHI I have a massive hand kink and ouhg imagine Leon catching you staring at his hands while he’s reloading a gun or something like that, and teasing you about it while you get all embarrassed, and it ends up in sucking on his fingers and him having his massive hands all over u 😵💫 thoughts?
Also maybe can I be ☀️ anon ?
i too have a massive hand kink so you know this one had to be a drabble…
ft. leon kennedy x f!reader
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content: suggestive but no smut, use of ‘girl’ for reader but no other specifics, a little bit of mean leon, probably very incorrect gun safety, i don’t claim to know anything about it and that’s not the point of this anyway
Racing steps brought you to the threshold of the wooden cabin, a poor excuse of both a shelter and a refuge spot but it was all you had. You threw yourself inside while heaving down desperate pants of breaths and your colleague was quick to follow, his heavy footfalls storming close behind your heels. He threw the door closed after you and dragged an old bookshelf in front of it to act as a barricade, trapping the both of you inside while keeping any rabid cultists out.
"That was a close one." you uttered into the stale air, hunched over with your hands on your knees like you were winded. A group of merciless villagers had ambushed you as you tried to make your way out of the nearby church, having been alerted to your position thanks to a crucial mistake.
"Yeah." Leon sighs behind a groan. "Thanks to your loud mouth." He doesn't sound angry but he certainly isn't amused, his timbre low and sarcastic.
So perhaps it had been solely your fault that the hoard realised your location. Leon was leading and you were supposed to be watching your backs but all this time you've found an issue with the fact that your colleague is rather… distracting. He had armed himself with his trusty combat knife, the one he has had since you first met him, and was idly spinning it around, flipping it in his gloved hand and adjusting his grip on the handle.
Sometimes the way he moved his hands was hypnotic to you and stole your focus away from your surroundings no matter the danger you might be in, and there in that church was one of those times. A villager had managed to sneak up your back and grabbed you by the shoulder. It was a miracle they had no weapon but you screamed all the same and the rest came running. And a narrow escape lead you to now, indebted to him and nervously ticking under his scrutiny.
"Well, that's not very fair to say." you retort despite knowing that it, in fact, is. When you turn to look at him he is leaning on the stone wall beside the bookshelf with his ankles crossed nonchalantly.
"Oh, is it not?" He drags back the slide on his pistol with one hand and checks the chamber, empty. Your retort dies on your tongue and you can't help but notice the ease with which he does it.
Lithe fingers grip the slide and pull it in one smooth motion but you know from personal experience that those things are stiff. It would require deft tenacity to unlock it so effortlessly but it's no surprise that Leon doesn't even think twice about it.
You stare at his large hands unthinkingly, an innocuous gaze of admiration that you often indulge yourself with, and catch him following your line of sight fleetingly. With the pad of his thumb he presses the magazine release and the empty mag falls into his palm. He hastily swaps it out with a loaded one, sourced from his belt, and with his index finger pressed to the front edge guides it into the magazine well.
But when he presses his palm to the bottom of it, pushing up until he hears the signalling click, he isn't even looking at what he's doing. He doesn't need to, he's done this so many times it's nothing more than muscle memory.
Instead, he's looking at you.
He scoffs a laugh as he drags the slide back again, letting it snap forward before he holsters the weapon. An arguably dangerous way to do things but when you've hounded him about it in the past he hasn't budged, especially since you're the one always hurrying for the slide when a hostile shows up.
"But you've gone all quiet now, hm?" Leon quips, catching you brazenly ogling him. Your breath hitches in your throat and you shamefully look down at your feet, rattling your mind for a witty response that doesn't come.
He laughs derisively in that velvety tone you so love and pushes himself away from the wall. "So that's what it takes to get you to shut that pretty mouth."
Heat rolls up your neck and over the high of your cheeks like a ripple of goosebumps, his words making butterflies soar in your stomach. It's a little humiliating, sure, but after the incident at the church you're somewhat benumbed to embarrassment.
He strides across the room towards you and raises an inquisitive brow, looking you up and down for any signs of discomfort. But none make themselves apparent.
"You had me worried back there, y'know that?" he muses, his expression softening. Leon brings a hand to your waist and softly squeezes in an all too gentle act that reassures the both of you, though having his hand instinctively reach for there is riling. Could he not have patted your shoulder like usual?
"I know." you finally huff out that long breath you had been holding. "Trust that I was more afraid than you were."
He scoffs a laugh at that, lips twitching with the first smile you've earned since you got here.
"Oh really? You think that scream wasn't enough for me to realise that?" He squeezes your waist again and you titter sweetly.
"Well you never know, it could've been a good scream, Kennedy."
A choked sound of surprise falls from Leon's lips and his brows knit together in the middle, his stare hardening with something unreadable. He slowly shakes his head and bites his smirk.
"Alright," he tsks "I preferred it when you were quiet." You're still laughing a little, maybe a habit of nervousness, but he certainly isn't as he visibly clenches his jaw.
"Open up." He drags you closer by your waist, nearly bumping chest to chest and you swiftly lose your words again.
"What…?"
"I said," he grumbles with a roll of his eyes. "Open your damn mouth."
A suffocating warmth flickers in your chest and you unthinkingly obey like it were instinct, parting your lips while the sound of your racing heart pounds loud in your ears.
"Wider." Your tongue lolls forward as your mouth makes that pretty 'o' shape, ready and waiting. Leon hums with smug satisfaction painted all over his features.
"There we go. Good." He cracks his wrist before raising his hand and posing index finger and middle together. "Let's see if this will shut you up, hm?" Pushing the two fingers into your agape mouth he lays them on your tongue, just up to the second knuckle. You close your lips around the digits and your eyes flutter shut in turn.
A whine rips out of your throat when he presses down on your tongue with the pads of his fingers testingly and he instantly falls in love with the sound.
He knew he was taking a risk here but all the adrenaline still racing through his veins stopped him caring and, god, you look so pretty with your mouth full.
His other hand slides from your waist to your hip, fingertips pressing eagerly against you. "See? That’s better." He croons mockingly, struggle to stifle a groan when you timidly suck on his fingers, blinking half lidded eyes open to gaze at him teasingly.
And you want to look at him, to know that this is somehow happening, no matter how unorthodox. You don't care that now is a bad time because you've wanted this, thought about it and beat yourself up for the idea, and in the end you didn't even have to ask.
"Now, let's see how much time we can buy ourselves if you just keep quiet for me, baby." Leon's hand dares to shuffle back slightly on your hip and he dips his fingers under the waistband of your trousers, pressing on your tongue once again with the other.
"Does that sound good?" You nod shallowly and shiver as he pushes lower past the fabric, intruding and inexorable.
"Good girl."
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|| smut ✘ || fluff ✦ || angst ● ||
all posts and blurbs
full fics/one-shots:
stranger ✘
meeting a mysterious older man at a bar who offers you a ride on his impressive bike, but the journey is a little… turbulent… f!reader. (older work)
sharp shooting ✘
working at the dso with leon kennedy as your boss who comes to realise that you have a soft spot for praise… what could go wrong? f!reader
please ✘
your fiancé leon had been away for a long few weeks and after a tough time on the job was in desperate need of some stress relief… dom!leon x afab!reader
short fics/drabbles:
touch prompt 28 ✦
“feeling for each other in the dark”, gn!reader.
sick with husband leon ✦
a self indulgent short of doting husband leon taking care of a sick reader, gn!reader.
kiss prompt 37 ✦
“kissing it better”, gn!reader.
kiss prompt 42 ✦
“kissing away tears”, gn!reader
at home massage ✘✦
in which a stressed leon receives a massage and is rather vocal, gn!reader
caught staring at his hands ✘
a bit of hand kink goodness with mean leon and fem!reader
snuggles with roommate leon ✦
after a tough day some reassurance and cuddles are desperately needed, fem!reader
lazy movie night ✦
a slow day at home with husband!leon, cuddles on the couch and a good movie, gn!reader
leon hides an injury ✦
boss!leon is dishonest about an injury he receives in the field and needs patching up, fem!reader
calming the storm ✦
comforting a pensive leon during a thunderstorm, gn!reader
multi-part:
kink prompt masterlist (in progress) ✘
a collection of smut one shots written using a kinktober list as a prompt list, f!reader
eidolic masterlist ✘✦●
a vampire!leon s. kennedy x f!reader au
1k celebration; the typewriter ✘✦●
with leon, chris, jill and carlos, come check out the save slots!!
headcanon stuff:
valentines headcanons ✦
/boyfriend leon headcanons, gn!reader
protective leon headcanons ✦
exactly what it says it is, gn!reader
cuddling/sleeping headcanons ✦
what is leon like as a cuddle partner? clingy, gn!reader
ao3:
finally home (older work) ✘
mile high club (older work) ✘
sharp shooting (crosspost) ✘
eidolic (crosspost) ✘✦●
please (crosspost) ✘
stranger (crosspost) ✘
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