#leon re4

[nightmarefallls]

[satorucele]

bodyguard!leon expresses apathy toward being assigned to your detail, an allotment that comes interim to his missions and conjunct various side tasks, namely taking you home after you’ve had too many drinks.

you have leon’s old penchant to drink until you can’t remember anymore and after leon’s last winter spent warming up his car so you don’t walk home in the cold he can’t seem to remember how he once mustered up his sense of indifference. he’s puzzled that it was once an emotion so easily gathered and burning on his tongue like tannin when your tongue tastes like the viscous drag of syrup down his throat.

he’s not sure how he could ever dislike you when you beg for him while he’s taking off your shoes and when you drag your hips across his lap and his first instinct flickers between covering his face in embarrassment and holding your hips to stop. you’d never make things this awkward this sober and it’s a mutual understanding that compromises the two of you at kissing when one of you is drunk. the extra salt in his wound is that you only slap him when you’re mad and drunk and he’s sad you’d never do it sober.

[belikeawomantome]

guys wait can anyone make a fic where leon has sex pollen or takes an aphrodisiac and hes like really desperate…but hes tied up so hes going CRAZY pleaseeee

[thelonewolfdreamer]

Two hearts, one soul

Re4!Leon x Fem!reader (brother's best-friend)

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[satorucele]

i got you | post re4!leon x reader

cw: pwnp, p in v, fwb leon, crying, a little angst + comfort, reader is scared of thunder ;(

the occasional flash of lightning illuminated your room through the thin veil of white lace curtains and the trembling tree leaves that served as an impervious barrier between you and the outside world. rain pattered against your bedroom window relentlessly, and for just one moment, grew louder than the sounds of your intermittent gasps for air. your residual breaths were seized by your good friend leon, situated on your queen sized bed with his pelvis between your thighs while holding your knees tightly against your chest and with veins bulging from his forearms as a testament to his assiduity. he bit his lower lip while dragging his hips dutifully against yours. the air carried a heaviness distinct from the weather’s humidity, one that carried the fragrant sandalwood and vetiver of leon’s cologne.

you on the other hand were not nearly as resilient. the lack of work delegated to your nearly immobile body had your hips writhing beneath him, crying, “i can’t take it leon.” his hips punctuated each stroke with an upward thrust against you, which, without fail, drew another cry from you each time. “don’t tell me you can’t take it,” leon responded pitifully, pushing your front pieces of hair out of your face and stroking the remainder of hair that embellished your right shoulder into one of his fists. you didn’t enjoy how he was looking at you like he actually considered you as something different than a platonic vessel he was using to get himself off. he released your legs from the confines of his hands and instead let them fall over his shoulders, pushing his fist into the mattress and pushing himself deeper into you repeatedly as a consequence.

your legs began to shake violently over his shoulders. you held him close by his short sleeve balled into your fist, beckoning him closer, and leon picked up his pace, caging you underneath him with a more compromising position. a string of whimpers left your mouth in response to the deeper contact, and leon attempted to mediate. “i know baby, i know,” he cooed, brushing your cervix with his increasingly deep strokes. he picked up on the irony of your shaky legs and your simultaneous invitations to come closer and he thought you needed some reassurance, pulling back farther before burying himself to the hilt and a reassuring “you got it girl” that subsequently elicited a moan from you. not to mention the smile stretched across his face, not one you see very often and one that made your heart tighten with excitement.

nonetheless your doubts persisted, senses overwhelmed by the feeling of admiring him and simultaneously baring the drag of him along your walls. “fffuck, i can’t take it, it’s too deep leon.” a tear fell down your cheek and he quickly wiped it away with his thumb. the digit strayed to your forehead, stroking the pad of his finger and forth on skin that had no need to be tended to.

“you can’t?” he repeats himself, “you can’t? you wanna stop?”his hips stalled and it revealed your quivering knees once again. the burn of delayed gratification swam like lava in your bones and was responsible for your immediate response. “no, don’t stop, please don’t stop,”

when he moved again his face was parallel to yours, unwavering, analyzing your expression and treasuring the feedback inside his head. “i was scared you wouldn’t keep me company,” you whispered to him. it was multifaceted, not so much concerned with your fear of lightening as it was your fear that he was choosing someone else. that he would withdraw. a flash of lightning illuminated his cold features as if to reveal a tinge of warmth buried somewhere deep in his eyes that revealed itself momentarily. it could’ve been the way the light reflected the muscles in his eyebrows, a visual hallucination if not for the verbalized,

“yeah?”

“i was so scared.”

your words were adorned by the faint electrifying noises of him pushing inside of you. his palm escaped it’s fixture in the bed sheets and tangled itself in the mass of your hair, continuing until his fingers caressed the base of your head and rested on your scalp. you assume it’s strictly to get him there, something to hold, that he will say nothing. pretend it didn’t happen or slip his hand away or imagine your face is someone else’s.

but it’s sweet and resonant. it’s simple, “i got you.”

satorucele 2026 dividers: cafekitsune & uzmacchiato

sorry for the inactivity guys im back ok whats up i missed this

[whiitan]