𐙚700 words, smut/explicit sexual content(18+), riding, overstimulation(not really), mean praise, bad bod😋, etc.𐙚
His thighs were spread wide on the edge of the bed, heavy arms slung over the back of it like he had all the time in the world. His shirt was still half-on, chest hair visible under the stretched cotton, stomach soft and thick and smug where he sat watching you hesitate between his legs.
You were naked. Shaky. Already wrecked, and he hadn’t even touched you in ten minutes.
“C’mon,” he said, voice rough with smoke and heat. “Get on.”
You hesitated. Your knees were weak, your thighs still trembling from the last round. And your stomach twisted — not from nerves, but from knowing how it would feel. You hated riding. It was too deep. Too sharp. It always made you feel like you couldn’t breathe.
You didn’t move.
He raised an eyebrow. “What, suddenly shy now? You took me like a good little mess earlier. What’s this act for?”
Your mouth opened, then closed. You glanced at his dick — already hard again, heavy and waiting, flushed and leaking against his stomach. Your body wanted it. But you shook your head.
"I—I don’t like it like that," you said, barely audible. “It feels... too much.”
He blinked. Then smiled.
Not soft.
Not sweet.
Just slow and mean.
“Too much, huh?”
You swallowed.
“That’s why you’re gonna do it.”
He patted his thigh. “Come on. Be brave for me.”
You stepped forward, one knee on either side of his lap, hands braced on his chest. He was warm, his skin soft under your palms, his belly pressing into yours as you lined yourself up.
He didn’t help you. Didn’t hold your hips. Just sat there watching, his dick pulsing under you.
You sank down.
The stretch hit immediately — deep. Too deep. You gasped, legs locking as your body tried to reject the angle. It felt sharp, unbearable, like he was splitting you open from the inside.
Your nails dug into his chest. You shook.
“I know, baby,” he murmured, mocking and fond all at once. “I know it’s a lot.”
You tried to lift up, to ease off, but his hands shot to your hips, dragging you down the rest of the way in one thick, brutal stroke.
You choked.
“Shhh,” he rasped, mouth at your ear now. “You’re doin’ so fucking good for me.”
You whimpered, body overwhelmed — your hole fluttering, your dick or clit throbbing from the pressure of him everywhere.
He rolled his hips up into you once, hard.
You cried out, full-on now.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Ride. Make me feel you squeeze.”
You moved — shaky and slow — dragging up, then back down. The burn was unreal. He hit every goddamn nerve. It made your head spin.
He licked his lips as he watched you bounce.
“Look at you,” he said, voice dragging. “Don’t even like it and you’re still takin’ it. Still getting wet. Still fucking dripping on my dick.”
You cried out again, back arching.
“That’s it. Take what I give you.”
He pulled you down into a kiss then — all spit and tongue, his beard scraping your chin, his breath hot and thick as he groaned into your mouth.
“You like this,” he whispered against your lips. “You hate it, and you still fuckin’ like it.”
You couldn’t deny it. Couldn’t stop. You were riding him faster now, clumsier, more desperate — chasing something even as tears pricked the corners of your eyes.
He grabbed your ass in both hands, forcing you to grind deeper.
“Gonna come on my cock like this?” he growled. “While I’m sittin’ here letting you do all the fuckin’ work?”
You whimpered — broken — and nodded, already spiraling.
“Yeah,” he hissed. “Come on, sweetheart. Let it happen. You earned it.”
And you did. Loud and shuddering. Clenching around him while he held you down and rutted up into you once, twice, three times—
Then he came too, groaning low and mean as his cock twitched inside you, his arms wrapping tight around your waist to keep you there, right where he wanted you. Pinned, stuffed full, and completely overwhelmed.
His breath was hot at your throat. “See?” he whispered. “You can take anything I give you.”
"Oh god," you moaned as Shidou's cock brushed yours, his breath heavy on your neck. You felt his teeth sink into your flesh, a groan rumbling from his own throat as your body arched against his.
"Fuck." He growled, rutting harder against you. Precum coated both of your cocks, dripping down your rubbing shafts. He drew his hips back with a shuddering breath, and yours jerked up towards him.
You whimpered, fingers digging into his shoulders. Your feet struggled against the sheets, trying to find footing, as Shidou's pace sped up. Fuck, you couldn't wait for him to be inside of you.
"Being such a good boy," he huffed. "Hahh, you feel so good." he moaned into your ear.
"Ryuuuu-" You whined, hips lifting off the bed to meet his as your loins throbbed uncontrollably.
"Fuck, say my name just like that, slut." Shidou breathed. "God, you make me so pent up-"
Your nails dug into his bare skin, head lolling back as you felt bliss slowly overwhelm you, his cock throbbing against yours with each soaked brush.
But like imagine neighbor! Price, he knows your husband and isn’t that big of a fan of him at all. Leaving you alone for days on end for “business trips”. Price knew that’s not what he was doing. Your husband was a damn junkie. Running up all you guys money on coke and bottles at clubs.
He had seen him while off duty at a club with Gaz and Nikolai. Blowing your money, the money he had spent without your knowledge, on strippers and the several bottles he had bought in the club.
Price being be good neighbor he was had told you. He felt bad when he saw how your heart practically shattered. You were tearing up and ended up crying into his chest. He brought you back into your house where he stayed with you the entire time. Your tears for your husband was soon replaced with tears for John as he had you splayed out on his lap.
“I know baby, I know. Feels good yeah?”
You could barely get your words out as he rubbed your clit for what seemed like forever while he had you propped up on his lap. Tears pouring down your cheeks as you felt your fourth orgasm hit you.
“So good for me doll, let’s make sure you feel real nice now, yeah?..”💭🎀
Werewolf!Boyfriend who wants to stay secure in your arms while he transforms under the full moon instead of being alone like always but he's scared he'll hurt you.
Werewolf!Boyfriend who you hold in your arms, petting his hair and assuring him nothing he could do would hurt you.
Werewolf!Boyfriend who clings to you when night falls and it begins, his bones and skin aching as he starts to pant.
Werewolf!Boyfriend who whines against you in pain as his body starts to shift, burying his head deeper against your lap as he mumbles about how its going. You tell him reassuring words as he grunts.
Werewolf!Boyfriend who grabs onto your arm for support as he feels fur start to sprout on him, trying not to dig his claws into you as he groans in pain, sharp fangs crowding his mouth.
Werewolf!Boyfriend who collapses on your lap fully transformed, tail thumping as you stroke his ears and tell him that you're still here for him.
I love the idea of dating Jason Todd as a somewhat sugar daddy sort of situation. He pays your rent, won't let you pay for anything when you are together. And he never says no to anything you could ask for if you ask him right after sex. There isn't enough ftm!reader sugar daddy fics/drabbles.
I think Jason would but I also think he’d be so lowkey about it
examples! ˙⋆✮
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You go out to a coffee shop and you sway back and forth as you try to decide if you want your regular or something—Jason just holds your hand as he waits for you to finally blurt out what you want and before you can even think about the total that the barista announces, his card is pressed against the reader and the transaction had gone through.
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You’re looking over your finances for the month—they aren’t necessarily bad they were just a little tight. You’d probably have to put off your car maintenance for a while because rent and bills had to take priority. Jason bites into an apple as he peeks over your shoulder, looking at your current balance and your expected expenses—he swallows before telling you not to worry about it—he’ll cover your rent and bills, you should go get your car checked out. You try to argue, telling him you could at least split it, it wouldn’t be fair on him to shoulder everything. He argues that it wouldn’t be fair on you considering your salary differences (if you could consider his collections from a drug ring a salary)
You decide to split on percentage the next month. He still insists on paying the full rent (you tuck the $10 you theoretically owe him into his wallet every month).
(Also he looks at your car himself; how silly of you to think you would need to go to anybody else to fix a motor oil when your boyfriend could do it for you.)
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You stumble into your apartment, exhausted after being awake for 20 hours straight and working some ungoldly shifts—you almost don’t notice the extra pair of shoes sat by your door—the only reason you do is because they are shiny and new and too small to be Jason’s. Your first thought should have been that Jason had invited somebody into the apartment while you were out but that was actually so far from your mind. In what world would Jason bring somebody back to your shared home?? His safe space?
Oh yeah, I bought you a new pair of shoes, he answers casually as you collapse on him. Something about noticing that your current shoes are falling apart so he just bought you the same pair, only with less holes. You mumble something that sounds like a ‘thanks’ and he’s mentioning something about going shopping for more if you didn’t like them anymore but you’re already out like a light
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➜ ftm specific ♡
It often comes up during late night musings what your plans are for yourself in the future, especially when it came to transitioning. You’d done some of it, but there’s still so much more you want to do—you muse about top surgery like it’s a distant dream and with the current state of your salary and the lack of trans healthcare around, it might as well be. Hope is what keeps you going, but you absently rub at your sternum as you quietly admit to Jason how much of a relief it would be for you when you finally get it. He cups your face, gently rubbing the circles under your eyes as he asks furthering questions, where you want it done, if you have a surgeon in mind yet, what kind of surgery would you want, where would you want to stay to recover.
You answer every questions, it makes it feel more real as you do.
He asks when you want it done and honestly? As soon as you have the funds.
He asks if he can cover it and your heart leaps.
You want to argue, say it’s an insane amount of money and he’d have to cover a lot more than just the surgery because you’d have to skip out on work and you’d have to travel and all that other stuff he might not be thinking about but he’s staring with such earnest eyes that everything dies in your throat. And you nod wordlessly because both of you would love nothing more than for you to feel comfortable in your own body. ♡
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uh,, tada! I didn’t expect to write so much lmao, clearly I missed this
hope you enjoyed ˙⋆✮ the last one almost made me tear up icl
it has officially been 2 whole weeks since that night. you had walked home alone and didn't bother greeting anyone. you just went straight to your room and cried yourself to sleep. 'thankfully it's the weekend' you had thought to yourself when you got home. you didn't know how you would show up to school with a puffy, sore, face. let alone see rodrick.
so even though it had been 2 weeks since that night, it had been two weeks since you saw rodrick. well- technically not seeing him. every time you would walk the halls between periods, you would see him walking around as well except it was with some of his band friends or 'nerds' he would ask to do his homework. and every single time, you would get the hell outta dodge.
see him in the hallways? gone. the cafeteria? gone. the bathroom? gone.
by your locker? well, you purposely waited until you watched him leave your locker after he figured you weren't coming. you didn't care how pathetic it seemed to look, waiting for him to leave so that you didn't have to face him, but you just couldn't handle seeing him.
so here you were, at your locker after you literally watched rodrick leave- a small look of irritation written all over his face. this time he had waited for damn near thirty minutes, but you would wait it out as long as you had to.
grabbing your books from science class, you drop them into your bag along with a couple of pencils.
after cleaning up a couple of papers from your locker, you find one of rodrick's rings in the far-right corner. you recognize it from that one time you got it for him at a fair. during last fall where he dragged you out with him, just you two. picking it up, you examine it. the ring didn't necessarily match his aesthetic- it was gold with intricate patterns on it but he loved it. as soon as you won it for him he wore it ever since then, but now it sits in your locker.
untouched.
he must've dropped it in my locker throughout the week...
although, you couldn't make yourself leave it sitting in your locker collecting dust. so you dropped it into the side of your bag's pocket. but as you put your hand on the side of the locker getting ready to close it-
"why are you ignoring my brother?"
you jump and slam your locker out of fear and turn your body to the voice. your heart banging against your ribcage and your breathing starting to pick up. moving your head down slightly, you're met with rodrick's younger brother greg who has a hand on his hip and an interrogating look on his face. you arch your brow at him and squint your eyes as you try to figure out why he even asked you that in the first place.
"what the hell are you even doing- how did you even get in here? don't you-"
"go to the middle school? yes. but that's not what i'm here for. why are you-"
sighing you fling your backpack over your shoulder and start to walk towards the entrance doors. "yeah i heard you greg, doesn't mean i have to answer you."
you slightly cringe at how mean you sound but it wasn't like you wanted to be mean to the kid, in fact you really liked him- no matter how much he got on rodrick's nerves. but you weren't in the mood for his shenanigans today. or to be interrogated at all.
"just wait (name), please?"
stopping in your tracks, you turn around and lean against the lockers. "five minutes, i want to get home."
greg perks up at that and walks over to you. "well, rodrick's been moping around the house for weeks now. he doesn't even blast his music in the middle of the night anymore. why are you ignoring him?"
you make a face at that last comment and rub your fingers against your temple. "i'm not doing anything. he's the one who's been acting weird, maybe ask your brother greg." you finish as you turn to walk away.
"is it about the tape?"
what.
turning back around, your face for sure looks shocked because greg begins to speak again as if he's trying to explain himself. "i- i found it like a long time ago but he made me promise not to say anything to you," he pauses. "but if you want to know-"
"what's on it greg?"
he comically looks around making sure everyone is out of earshot before he turns back to you. "...it's a song. for you. about you."
he says the last part hesitantly and quieter than the rest. you feel that same burning sensation in your chest and the heat growing on your face. you wouldn't have guessed he would make a song specifically for you- but it made sense now.
sure you two had a strong friendship, stronger than any of the other friendships he has. and yeah there was that one time you two cuddled each other during one of your various sleepovers. or the time he wouldn't let go of your hand when you two went to go see a movie and walked back home at night- but it was cold so that's normal... right? that was just your guys dynamic.
...right?
"just talk to him? please? he gets on my nerves too but he's still my brother y'know?" and that was all you needed to hear.
tightening the straps of your bag you practically run down the hall and out of the doors. you had one thing on your mind-
talk to rodrick.
the sun was beginning to set now, and you eventually mustered up the courage to go over rodrick's house to talk with him. you did take the long way from your house to his to kill time and really kill your nerves, but you were in front of his house sooner than you wanted to be. you made sure to bring the ring that he had left in your locker as well, you wanted him to have it back.
no matter which way this conversation went.
you kick up the corner of the welcome mat on the porch and pick up the key that was sitting under it, taking note that his parents aren't here tonight either- again.
walking in, you don't hear rodrick's music blasting from his room. nor do you hear anything else throughout the house- it's really quiet. way too quiet.
but you make your way up the stairs anyways and see rodrick's door slightly ajar. but you don't just walk right in like you would've two weeks ago. not wanting to invade his space like you did with the tape. but you begin to feel your nerves eating away at you as you slowly raise your hand up to knock on his door.
however, before you can make the first knock, his door opens wider and he looks at you standing there with nervousness written all over your face. rodrick doesn't look shocked though, in fact he looks like he had expected you to be there. you look at him fully; he's in regular sweatpants and his hair is a bit messy but he's wearing the hoodie you gave back to him. the sleeves look wet and that's when you look at his eyes and notice how they have a slight red hue to them. you begin to feel a bit guilty.
"i didn't think you would come over today..." he begins, but he whispers it quietly. "come in?" he asks you as he opens the door wider and stepping aside for you.
you don't answer him, but you gladly walk in and plop down on his bed. his scent fills your nose, and you realize how much you had missed him. his room is messier than usual, his record player sat untouched, and some of his clothes were thrown out on the floor.
"don't mind the mess, i haven't cleaned up in a little bit," he says as he closes his door shut and sits right next to you on his bed. "how have you been?"
your lips quirk and you look at him at bit sadly because you know he's been crying and he's trying to ignore it just to check up on you. "good. i've been good-"
"i- itried talking to you but i haven't seen you around much and i didn't mean to make you upset either, but i didn't know what to do- and i wasn't ready to give it to you- but-"
"rodrick, calm down, okay?" you firmly say, stopping him from going on a tangent as you grab both of his hands that he was fidgeting with. his breathing was uneven, and you could see tears welling up in his eyes that he tried desperately to blink back. "it's okay, yeah?"
he shakes his head in agreeance and finally calms down after a couple of seconds. you let the room sit in silence as you continue to hold his hands, brushing your thumb over his fingers.
"i'm not mad at you, i never was mad at you. i think we just need to talk to each other," you say and you finally smile as he squeezes your hands back. "i apologize for going through the box, and for stealing your hoodies. i overstepped-"
"no (name), no. you didn't do anything wrong. i like when you wear my hoodies."
your eyes light up at that. "you do?"
"yeah, i uhm- i remember when you first started wearing my hoodies back in our freshman year and when i had asked you about it. you told me it helped you with your dysphoria so i liked how comfortable you were with me," he pauses. "so how could i be mad at you about that?"
you begin to feel your own tears well up in your eyes at his remembrance of you. huffing out a laugh as you squeeze his hands. "then what about the tape? i mean you kinda freaked out on me about it and i thought i overstepped a boundary."
rodrick begins to shake his head. "what? no, i just..."
silence returns to fill the room, but you patiently wait for him to get his thoughts together. he sits up straighter now and wipes the unshed tears out of his eyes. he grabs your hands again and looks you in your eyes now.
"i like you (name). i have for a long time now but i was scared because... well i didn't know if you would like me back and you're so cool- like my best friend- i just- i didn't want to lose that."
now, everyone knows that rodrick wasn't big on emotions. if something was truly bothering him, he would play it out on his drums or blast music until his ears bled, and his problems were gone.
but not with you.
no, with you he was real. he was tender, and he was willing to be vulnerable with you just like you were willing to be vulnerable with him.
"you'll never lose me silly," you begin. "i like you too, and i didn't tell you for the same reasons as well but i'm- different. so, i didn't say-"
"you're not different to me." rodrick states firmly as he cuts you off. "never have been, never will be. but i'm glad you uh- you like me back because now," he reaches over to his nightstand and pulls the tape out of the drawer. "i can officially give you this."
you can't help but have a goofy smile on your face. not only because of the way he reassured you but because now you have the tape you two were stupidly fighting over.
"oh, i have something for you too," you say as you pull out the ring he left in your locker. "this belongs to you."
he quickly put it on and stood up, pulling you into a tight hug. you two stood there for a long moment, just enjoying each other's presence. his hair smelled faintly of his coconut shampoo he used, and you could smell your own scent on his jacket that you always wore. pulling back, his hands found their way onto your hips as he held you in place, the sparkle now back in his eyes as he looks at you fondly.
"you know that was like my last resort, right?" he huffs out a laugh.
"you dropped your ring in their as a last resort?"
he scoffs. "well how else was i supposed to get your attention? you were hiding out on me."
"mm, i don't know. could've stopped by my house or came by ms. baxter's class-"
"okay that's not fair, you know she hates me."
both of you laugh at that and rest each other's foreheads against one another's. "...would a kiss work?"
"hm?"
"as a last resort, would a kiss get your attention?"
you slightly pull your head back, smirking at him. "wanna find out?"
he doesn't waste any time and grabs you by your waist and pulls you towards him, landing a kiss right on your lips. you kiss him back slowly, savoring the moment as much as you can. after a couple of seconds, you pull back and laugh as he tries to chase your lips.
"hm, looks like it did get my attention heffley," you whisper. "anything else?"
"well-"
"rodrick? are you home?"
you both quietly groan at his mother's voice echoing throughout the house. but before he goes to open the door and answer her, he grabs you from behind you neck and kisses you again. this time with more desperation and need. he lands three more small pecks onto your now bruised lips before opening the door.
"oh and (name)?"
dazed, but now in a better mood since that night two weeks ago you hum in acknowledgement. "i'm taking you on a date this weekend and asking you out properly. don't forget."
with that, he heads down the stairs to talk to his mom.
you feel your heart flutter and that weird feeling in your stomach when you first realized you had a crush on him. smiling to yourself you take off your hoodie and grab one of his out of his closet.
you lay on his bed, waiting for him to come back but not without planning what flowers you're going to bring him next weekend.
summary- finally home, the heavy weight of fear, regrets, and repressed desire spill over as he clings to you with the utmost desperation, as if you're the only thing granting him life. and you? got no clue what's going on. you're just happy your husband is home.
warnings/tags- trans man reader, some afab language used including clit and cunt, a couple of beautifuls alongside the handsomes, overstimulation, cockwarming, sleepy sex, somno maybe? you fall asleep while he's still inside, praise, emotional sex, crying, SO soft and loving, teasing, marking, aftercare, please let me know if i missed anything!!
word count- 7.3k
this all started because i wanted leon to beg you to cockwarm him. now this is my longest fic ever and my first time writing full sex scenes so tips are appreciated!! songs that inspired this are venus doom-him and mama saturn-tanerélle
the first thing you notice as you wake up is that you're not alone on the couch, the second thing is the arms wrapped around you holding you tight to a built chest, and lastly that leon, your husband who for the first time in his life refused to promise to come home to you, is finally back in your arms, warm and alive.
interlacing your fingers with the hand on your hip you bring it up to your lips gently, but you can't help the gasp when you see that the skin is completely clear, no longer marred by infection.
the gasp jolts him awake, eyes open and locked to yours within a second, but when he doesn't see any tension in your face, just amazement. it has him relaxing and taking a moment just to stare. he couldn't believe he almost missed this, almost didn't survive to hold his husband in his arms once again, so he can't help but stare at you, trying to sear the image of you into his mind.
fuck, he was a goddamn idiot, leon thought before breaking the short staring contest between you two by tilting his face up, lips meeting yours gently at first, but quickly turning desperate.
needing to feel the softness of your lips, the safety he feels with you, it makes him pour out all the conflicting emotions he has into the softness of your lips. how greatful he is that he gets to be with you again, how relieved he is to have you safe in his arms once more, something he never believed he would get again, that he didn't deserve to have, he thinks as his unoccupied hand comes up to cup your face.
you unfortunately have to pull away from each other to take in gasping breaths,, but as soon as his lips leave yours he's leaving a trail open kisses across your jaw and neck, breaths fanning across your skin. "fuck. sweetheart, i was wrong, i was so wrong" he mumbles into your collarbone with regret clear in his voice. his hands both move to your hips to pull you to straddle him as he lays flat.
his desperate kisses on your neck and shoulder start trailing even lower as you sit up fully on his lap and ask in a teasing tone despite your tears, unable to contain the joy spilling out of you "what were you wrong about this time darling?" you yelp as he playfully pinches your hip in retaliation turns to a chuckle while continuing to lavish his attention on your neck, able to feel the vibrations of it.
“well i was certainly wrong to leave you at home like this. what was i thinking when i've got a personal weighted blanket, it's even heated.” he smirks into your skin.
despite the teasing he remembers what he needs to tell you and sobers up, clearing his thoughts as he pulls back to look deeply into your eyes. pinning you in place with the intensity in the piercing blue gray as he tells you truthfully, "i'm sorry i didn't value my life as much as you do" one hand trailing up over your spine slowly with a featherlight touch, moving up to cup the back of your neck.
“and i'm sorry it took so long for me to realize that fact, that you're right, there's more to life, than.. than this shit, the atonement turned martyrdom. the people i couldn't save deserve someone to live and keep their memory alive even if it's only me" he tells you as his hand grips onto your neck, not pushing, just holding on like he's drowning and you're the last life float.
he's unwilling to hide from you after surviving raccoon city syndrome, something he thought was going to steal this life from him, the life you built together, the lives of the people he loves, his own life. thought it would rip everything away from him, destroying any semblance of peace he has, consuming everything and everyone in its path in the same way raccoon city has done for years.
but after meeting grace, he refuses to allow it to continue to let the fire keep consuming. he won't allow it rob him of everything he cares about, to continue to control how he feels about his own life. not this time.
“oh leon..” you choke out with a tight throat and tears welling in your eyes, “my love.. you've done so much more than honor their deaths and keep their memories alive.” your hands coming up to grip his face so he finally understands. “you have done your best to give them justice, respect, even in death. they would be so proud of you.”
you're both crying at this point, but you're not done talking yet, thumbing at the tears rolling down his cheeks as you continue, “i’m proud of you, for finally valuing yourself as much as you value others, for valuing your scars, your successes, your pain, as much as i do” you're honored at his vulnerability with you, it's something that you had vowed to never take for granted long before your marriage to the man.
laughing wetly through your tears you ask, "so who finally convinced you i was right all along huh? i need to thank them personally.” making him huff out a laugh to match, “oh you don't think i could've figured it out on my own, huh?” he jokes back with a croak in his voice.
he nuzzles into your hands on your face, rough stubble rubbing against your hands as he closes his eyes for a second, before the hand on your nape moves to gently brush aside your hands from his face. leaning up he brings you in for such a gentle, soft kiss that it has you melting back into his chest.
"the girl i mentioned before, her name's grace. she.. she showed me exactly how wrong i was. it's not that i didn't trust in you, i swear that to you. it's just that- it's one thing to know something, to change your beliefs on a psychological level, and it's another to see it, to see someone prove, without a shadow of a doubt. that what i was taught was wrong, that i was wrong." he tells you in a devastating tone, pain and frustration clear.
your tears start back up at his words and you lean in to press your forehead against his, eyes locked, sharing each others breaths you tell him, "well, i certainly need to thank her for that don't i..."
you trail off with a hum before bringing one hand up to card through his hair, "im so thankful that despite everything that's been taken from you that you're back home, safe. that you chose me and yourself over the mission, that's all i've ever wanted.”
as soon as the words leave your lips leon is leaning his chin up to connect his to yours passionately, only stopping to mumble in the small intimate space between y'all "how did i get so lucky..." before his mouth is back on yours, swallowing every noise he pulls out of you. tilting his head to a better angle for you to bite at his bottom lip playfully in the way he knows makes you smile into the kiss.
"i don't know either, it certainly ain't because you're an incredible person, even if you're incredible person that also happens to be a self sacrificing idiot" you try to pull back to say more but his big hands settle on your waist, keeping you in place.
he lets out a genuine laugh against your lips and you can't help but smile at as the sound vibrates through your own chest, but before you can get another word in his hands move to your thighs, gripping them firmly as he sits up and stands with you still on top of him, making you squeak at the sudden shift of being lifted up so easily.
"not so funny now is it?" he says as he leans back in to capture your lips, purposely ignoring your eyeroll and slick "i don't know.. it's pretty fun in this position" comment at his words, easily carrying you to your shared bedroom.
walking through the door he breathes out a reverent "fuck, i can't believe i'm here with you again.." as he places you down gently before he's immediately crawling on top of you. strong arms that just carried you next to your head propping him up as he runs his hands up along your sides while kissing you passionately, his stubble rubbing against your face in a familiar way you can't help to smile at.
his hands move to rest on your hips as he shifts his attention to your jaw. lavishing the skin there in open mouth kisses and the occasional nip you can't help but let a gasp out at every time. "god leon, more. i need more.. missed you so so much while you were gone, please don't tease." you say desperately, making him smile against your skin at the reaction.
he follows your directions without any complaints, mouth continuing down to your neck, then your collarbones, thoroughly marking the skin there with gentle bites that have your hands coming up to grip onto his shoulders.
then he breaks away, the hands on your hips moving to grip the bottom of your shirt to pull it off fluidly. he's enjoying the sight of your now exposed skin so much that he can't help himself as he bends down to leave soft kisses around your chest as he's unbuttoning his own shirt. when you arch up into his mouth though.. well he can't help the way the last few buttons pop off in his rush.
needing no further encouragement his skilled mouth moves to one of your nipples, tongue caressing circles into your skin that have your hands gripping him even tighter as his hands move down to the waistband of your boxers, incessantly tugging them down.
once he's done with that he switches to your other nipple as his now free hands come up to rub at and lightly pinch the one still wet with his spit. when he feels your moan more than he hears it he can't help but detach for a moment, taking in a shaky breath as he looks back up at you.
“don't worry handsome, i don't plan on teasing you, no..” he breathes out the last bit as his hands move down from your chest to settle on your waist, “no, you deserve better than that, i plan on worshiping you the way i should've been all along” he breathes out, sounding almost reverent.
your hips involuntarily jerk up at the words, reminding him that he's still half clothed. he grabs his belt buckle to undo it and his pants button, pulling the belt out quickly it gets stuck on a loop and you swear you heard him let out a little growl in frustration.
he decides to just push them down as quick as possible, not even bothering getting them further than half down his thighs before his mouth is back on your skin. kissing and mouthing down the middle of your stomach, creeping down your hip.
once he's hovering above his goal he moves to kneel down on the floor. using his grip on your hips to pull you further down the bed until you're settled on the edge of the bed with your legs thrown over his shoulders, plush thighs around his ears. he can't help himself when he starts nuzzling into one, tucking his nose in the crease between pelvis and thigh.
breathing in the scent of you makes his eyes flutter shut for a moment, completely content at being surrounded by you, your scent, your soft skin, your taste..
he's in the perfect position to lick a long stripe up your slit with a flat tongue to gather up the slickness gathered there, as you pleadingly whine at the feeling of him so close, but just not enough. he chuckles against your heat before focusing all his attention on your dick.
god, the feeling of his fingers gently keeping your lips spread as he starts to circle it with his tongue already has you gasping, but when he puckers his lip around it and he sucks you jolt up like you'd been electrocuted.
he's pulling out every trick to have you rutting up in his mouth, trying to bring you to your peak as quick as possible. your hands immediately go to his light gray-brown hair and tug which makes him open his eyes back up to lock onto your own with an intensity that has you clenching around nothing.
while maintaining eye contact his hand slides up your thigh to rest right above your mound, absolutely savoring the way you close your eyes and fall back against the beds.
it's an act of complete trust that has his heart clenching in affection for you and regret at his previous decisions. thanking every god there is that there was a cure and that he could enjoy being with you once again as he moves his head down further, fingers replacing his mouth on your dick.
the dual sensations of his soft lips on your most sensitive area, plus his stubble lightly scratching against the sensitive skin on your inner thighs has you arching up into him. you feel his tongue bullying it's way inside and you can't help your shiver at the way it feels like he's literally trying to pull an orgasm from you, his tongue working you open so well all you can do is move shaky hands down to grip his hair through the waves of pleasure.
you're so close that you're practically fucking yourself on his tongue, making leon chuckle into you before the hand still on your thigh moves to your knee, pushing it up and holding it there to keep you in place.
it pins you well but it also keeps you spread open for his waiting mouth, “be a good boy for me an stay still so i can enjoy my meal, yeah beautiful?” he mumbles out before diving right back inside of you, making you realize he ain't stopping until you cum on his tongue.
the feeling of your husband trying to get his tongue as far inside you as possible has you crying out in pleasure, eyes shut tightly as you start mumbling, “fuck-leon, so good, so good.. don't stop” you cry out desperately, grip on his hair tightening almost painfully as your hips twitch when you cum on his tongue.
as soon as he feels your walls sporadically twitching around him he moans directly into your pussy, the vibrations making your hips twitch while he works you through the orgasm with gentle but intense movements.
when you start tugging on his hair to give your poor dick a break he pulls back until he's leaning his head against your thigh, leaving gentle kisses on the skin there while you pant out, trying to catch your breath.
“thank you gorgeous, you taste..” he takes a long breath in to keep him from losing track of his thoughts so quick, “you taste so amazing, sweetheart. i dreamed about this, about you every time i closed my eyes while i was gone” he admits.
you prop yourself up on your elbow as the hand in his hair scratches his scalp softly, him leaning into your palm with his eyes half closed on instinct, “i know handsome, you did so well, coming home to me safe and healthy..” as his eyes open fully at your words when you give him a teasing smile, “now show me how happy you are to be home.”
he pulls back from your touch with a small smirk on his lips, “don't mind if i do” which makes you groan and fall back in dramatic exacerbation even though you started it.
but when he moves to pull away from you, even though you know it's just to climb onto the bed to join you, you can't stop the way you whimper so sadly at the loss of his presence.
it has him rushing back to join you, laying on his side next to you as he cups your face softly, turning it to face him. “hey, hey, it's okay… i'm not going anywhere, ii promise i'm right here, just let it out..” he whispers out soothing words in between the two of you.
you don't know why, but when he pulled away.. you were afraid you'd look up and see that this had all been a dream. see that this time, this mission, he didn't come home to you. because in reality he almost didn't. it's finally hitting you like a ton of bricks now that you're not aimlessly filling your days as you desperately hope he's gonna come back to you.
thinking back to the memory of your anxiety when he didn't finish his half of the phrase you say every time he leaves you, “come back safe” “always, got very important business to finish here” with a smirk on his lips, but this time he just pulled you in for a hug and walked out the door without meeting your eyes.
you think about the fear that gripped you when you stopped getting updates from sherry that all was well, the way your stomach sunk further when you think to yourself if she'd even be able to tell you, if anyone would be able to tell you, given the nature of his work. then about your relief at waking up in his arms, the joy you felt seeing his hand no longer covered in spidering black veins, of having him here and home and safe.
you start sobbing uncontrollably, shifting to your side as you curl in on yourself, feeling lightheaded from the different emotions. the pain, anger, depression, and relief.
leon had been bracing himself for this since he had gotten home, he knew the stress would take a toll on you. stress that would've only multiplied if he didn't return, he thinks regretfully, wishing desperately he could take away the pain he's caused you.
he knows he was wrong, and he doesn't plan on ever leaving your side again. “shh, it's okay i've got you, i'm still here, sweetheart.” he says with tears welling up in his own eyes as he pulls you in. your body is shaking with sobs as you curl into his chest, gripping on to his arms and back like he's gonna disappear at any moment. “i know.. i know, i promise i'll always come back to you.”
“but you almost didn't, you almost didn't come home. you didn't promise me you'd come back to me when you left, you left without promising me leon!” you get out in between sobs, hands weakly smacking against his chest as he pulls your shaking body fully to his, bringing you into a tight hug.
he rests his forehead against your own as icy blue eyes meet yours, locking you both into a moment of intimacy. his hand cupping your jaw moving to brush your hair back as he quietly admits, “you're right, and i am so, so sorry for that sweetheart.” his brow furrows a bit, “i thought.. actually- it doesn't matter now.”
he pauses for a moment, jaw clenching in resolution, “it doesn't matter, because what i thought was wrong, so so wrong.” his thumb strokes underneath your eyes, wiping the tears falling because of him. he swears to himself again he'll never do this to you again.
“and i promise you, if you'll give me the chance i will spend every single day of the rest of my life making up for the mistake of making you go through that. i can't erase the fear i caused you but i swear, i'm gonna do everything i can to atone for it..” he tells you with complete sincerity shining through.
you close your eyes, leaning into his hand as he wipes away the fresh tears spilling out. with a tearful voice you ask desperately, “god leon, you cant just- what happened out there? i'm so, so glad to have you home, but when you left you looked like you were headed for the gallows. i'll never forget that look on your face, but now you're here a-” your eyes flutter open to study his face.
what's staring back at you is the honesty in his eyes, his bandaged injuries on display now that his standard issue white shirt, that the dso has thousands of, is gone. the way he looks like he actually rested, no longer chronically tired with dark circles under his eyes the way you've gotten accustomed to. the way he's no longer shaking with coughs from raccoon city syndrome that got worse by the day.
“now you're here talking like a man who's seen the light, and i don't.. are you okay?” you admit, concerned and overwhelmed by the sudden change in his actions.
“i'm doing what i should've been from the beginning. i am so fucking sorry it took me so long to realize that my shit wasn't just affecting me, but our relationship and you.” he clenches his eyes shut, tears spilling out freely. “and i swear to you that i'll tell you everything that happened..” his arm around your torso squeezes you tighter to him, “.. but i need to just be with you right now” he begs you in a voice tight from tears.
the sight of leon -someone who has survived some of the most awful things, dealt with monsters both human and BOW so terrible that they haunt him even now- crying and begging to just hold onto you has your eyes softening.
your lips meet his in a sweet embrace as you nudge at his left shoulder, encouraging him to lean back flat. as soon as he complies you're crawling up to straddle his waist as you lay your entire body down to rest on his chest.
when you're settled comfortably he wraps his strong arms around you, pulling you in tighter like he wouldn't ever get the chance again. you just chuckle against his warm skin as your hands come up to bury themselves in the at the nape of his neck, absentmindedly twirling the hair there.
one of the arms around you pulls away to grasp your chin, tilting your head until he's able to reach your lips. the soft touches quickly become heated when he groans into your mouth, loving the way your hands had moved to start scratching at his scalp.
it was everything to him, the obvious care in the gesture soothing his overworked, stressed mind that was only made worse in wrenwood, and especially.. after.
it has him leaning into you with more intensity, more desperation, kisses turning from intimate and loving into pure need for one another, the need to be closer, to be together.
when you have to pull away for a breather you don't go far, panting against the stubble of his jaw in between the kisses and nips you leave on the skin there, intent on marking him in the exact same way. you leave a trail all the way down his neck, and when you get to the crook of it you nuzzle into it with a smirk on your face before you open your mouth and bite down.
leon can't help the way he jolts under you, arching up into you as a groan gets ripped from his chest at the possessiveness of the action. it has him letting out a breathy “fuck, baby…” as his hands move to grip your hips like a lifeline.
you're smiling when you pull back, soothing over the dark mark with your thumb as you sit up to stare at the mark with satisfaction. it has you biting your lip as you grind your bare cunt against him, making the both of you groan at the smooth slide from your wetness.
you lean back to grab at his cock, giving it a couple quick pumps before you start to guide the blunt head inside you. the feeling of your wet heat so near has his hips jerking up, but instead of entering you he puts his hands on the underside of your thighs.
his big hands are holding you up, effortlessly stopping you from sinking down while his gray-blue eyes are staring up at you with concern. “wait. sweetheart, you only just stopped crying.. i don't think w-”
you quickly shut that shit down, “leon. i'm in my husbands lap, naked, grinding down, and trying to get him inside me. i am enthusiastically consenting.” you tell him with a playful roll of your eyes, unable to contain your smile.
“plus…” you trail off as your hands drift across the curve of his pecs, “i thought you said you'd do anything to show me how sorry you are and make it up to me.. promised you were gonna take care of me leon..” you say with an exaggerated pout on your face.
your teasing has him tilting his head back with a groan as he gives in to you, hands gripping your thighs even tighter before he lets go. “i suppose i did, didn't i..” he tries to give you a ‘disapproving’ stare that just looks more like a pout and the sight makes you smile wickedly, looking like the cat that got the cream as you start to sink down.
the stretch has you gasping out and clawing at his chest, erring on the side of too much. “you're almost there sweetheart..” he encourages while his warm hands run up your body. moving to cup your chest and thumb over your nipples as you settle down on his pelvis, taking a moment to just breathe.
it don't matter how many times you've taken your husband, the way he fills you up perfectly always steals your breath.
while you're getting used to the feeling you start rutting against him slowly, hands trailing down his chest down to his muscular stomach. you watch in interest at the way the muscles tense and twitch under your touch before you plant your hands there to give you more stability as you give a few quick, shallow bounces.
you quickly settle into a rhythm where on each downward stroke you're letting out a keening whine from the way he stretches you out, cock bullying your cervix out the way to make more room for him. you can't help but think about how well he fills you up, and you're not the only one.
“shit… look at you handsome..” he lets out a groan as you clench down harder at the praise, “taking me so goddamn well” he encourages, moving his strong hands underneath your ass to do most of the lifting for you once you had set a comfortable pace, “this dick was made just for you, i was made just for you” he murmurs out with a look of adoration on his face.
those loving, damn near heart eyes leon is aiming at you sends a jolt through your body. it has you sinking back down as you grind yourself against him, chasing your own high. your jaw drops open in a silent scream as the new angle has him rubbing directly against your g spot.
with his hands no longer lifting up your hips one moves to your lower back, trailing it up your spine with a featherlight touch that has you shivering against him. his hand stops at your nape, cupping the skin there and rubbing along the muscle with his thumb as he gently pulls you down until you're laid back across his broad chest.
you tilt your chin up to connect your lips, tongue tracing at his bottom lip before you bite down. his chest rumbles with a groan as his other hand drifts down to rub against your dick. the jolt of pleasure has you gasping into the kiss with your hands reaching up to grab onto something, anything. they end up falling on strong shoulders as leon moves his hips up to meet your mindless rutting.
your nails bite into his skin, leaving shallow little crescents that turn into long red stripes from clawing at the skin as you lock up around him. you let out a moan of leon's name directly into his mouth, hips still rutting down through the aftershocks.
the intensity of your orgasm has you falling against his chest, cunt still twitching around him. you're absolutely boneless on top him, panting into his sweat damp skin while his hands move to cradle your face. encouraging you to face up towards him he strokes your cheeks on either side as he asks, “how're you doing handsome? you done?” with full sincerity.
you lovingly roll your eyes at him, moving to bite at his hand which he pulls away with a fond chuckle. it moves to trace your temple and push your hair away from your equally sweat slicked skin softly as he gives you a moment to gather yourself.
leaning in to his touch you let out a hum of consideration before you tease, “are you done, old man? i mean- it's okay if you are! i know how back pain can be at your a-” you're cut off by your own laughter as he moves to flip your position until you're the one under him.
leon takes a moment to swallow thickly as he brackets you with his forearms. you're smiling so brightly, so trusting underneath hands that have killed things you couldn't even comprehend. things he kills specifically so you don't have to comprehend the horrors that created them.
it steals away his breath for a moment, how could he ever consider the possibility of leaving you to fend for yourself when he knows exactly what's out there?
as if you can read his mind, or more likely the sad look on his face leon don't even realize he's got going on, your hands reach up to grab his face like he did to you before. except when you do it you shake his head back and forth, trying to “forcefully” shake the thoughts out of his head.
when he huffs out a laugh and relaxes you stop messing with him, happy to remind him that theres no other place you'd rather be than trapped between your husband's arm, surrounded by him in every way.
his eyes pierce into yours as he lines himself up and pushes into you again. even when your own close at the feeling of fullness after the sensitivity of your orgasm- you know he's watching. you can feel his eyes on you, studying your reactions as if he were worried about missing out on a single flicker in your expression.
when he sits back up he sets a slow, deep pace while his hands trail down your body. when they reach your thighs he guides them into the exact position he wants, one leg over each shoulder as he leans back in to kiss you.
he's got you in a fucking mating press. it's got your eyes rolling in the back of your skull with the new angle he's hitting. his every stroke is rubbing against your g spot while he's got your knees fully pinned to your chest. he moves to catch your lips and pull you into a heated kiss, nudging your legs further up as his hips pick up the pace.
you break away from his mouth with a sharp gasp, unable to focus on his lips as you desperately try to catch your breath. every thrust is pushing you closer and closer to the edge, you just need-
leon nuzzles in to your neck and chuckles as he kisses up to your ear so he can whisper, “all this for an old man like me, handsome?” ending with a teasing nip against your lobe. it has laughter bubbling up between moans as you let out a breathless, “only for you.”
it has him dropping his forehead to your collarbone with a groan as his hips twitch up against your fluttering cunt. he moves a hand to stroke your dick as he starts to mindlessly mumble against your sweaty skin, “you feel so good around me. fuck, im going to cum.”
his panting breaths turn into wrecked whimpers, steady pumps into jerky back and forth motions as he finally spills inside you, filling you with thick ropes of cum. he's still jerking you off in between twitchy thrusts when you clench so hard around him and scream as you cum around him.
it has his jaw dropping with a punched out moan while he works you through it, stretching both of your pleasures out. he don't stop until you're both teetering on it being actually too much, enraptured with the way your walls are milking him until he's bordering on painful over-sensitivity.
that third orgasm has you melted into a puddle beneath your husband. between the praise, his warmth filling you, and his reassuring presence completely surrounding you, you're completely blissed out.
as you catch your breath you reach your hands into his hair and drop your legs from his shoulders to pull him down into a loving kiss. you're smiling against him, about to pull away to tease him when you taste something salty and feel wetness on your face. concerned, you try to pull back from him, but he stubbornly chases your lips with his own, letting out a desperate mumble of, “wait-please..” against your lips.
he takes in a shaky breath through his nose as he pulls out of you slowly, before falling to the side of you and pulling you into his chest. with thick arms protecting you from the rest of the world he confesses, “i.. i can't explain everything without putting you in serious danger.” he says with genuine remorse.
“what i can say is.. it was always my life on the line for theirs. it was.. the only way i could protect the people around me. with sherry, i.. they were going to-” he cuts himself off sharply, taking a deep breath to center himself again.
he clutches you even closer as he confesses, “taking this job is-was the only way i could keep sherry away from those.. shit.” he clenches eyes shut for a moment to think about what he can share.
“it was up to me to keep her safe. claire absolutely tried her best, but she was even younger than i was. i couldn't put that on her. i had to keep sherry safe” he tells you as tears start to well up in those gorgeous blue eyes you love so much.
“but when i met grace, and then emily- it made me realize how far i've come since then, how far we've come. i'm no longer the young rookie that's trying to save everyone yet unable to actually save anyone. i've got colleagues, friends, a family to help me protect what matters.” his hands trail down your arm to grip your own, pulling one to his lips he leaves a kiss on the center of your palm.
“and i am so fucking sorry i took that for granted. i was so consumed with everything i'd done wrong that i couldn't see the things i'd done right until i almost lost everything..” he kisses your hand again before letting it fall so he can cup your face, gently rubbing away the tears falling down your flushed cheeks.
“and i am so lucky to have an opportunity to be here to tell you just how wrong i was, how sorry i am for everything..” his voice cracks at the last bit, eyes closing in shame at his own actions.
it has your eyes softening even further, staring at him with an enamored look, “leon.. i'm the lucky one. you do so much, giving everything to come back home to me, you don't even realize how much you do.. plus….” you trail off as your tone lightens, a small smile on your lips, “i'm the one getting to watch my big strong husband tell me how wrong he was, and how desperate he is to prove he's so sorry for doubting his absolutely perfect husband.” you tease, desperate to fix the sour mood and pull a huff of laughter out of him.
“but seriously.. i'm proud of you, you know? you been mak-” you're cut off by your own laughter when leon reacts to your praise by dropping his head to hide it in the crook of your neck.
he starts leaving kisses on the deep red marks he left there previously as his hips start rutting up into your own. his hands move, pulling one of your thighs up and over his hip so he can grind his cock teasingly along your soaked slit, letting out a wrecked moan against the slick skin of your neck.
you let out an amused lil hum and move your hands to thread through his hair as you ask innocently, “what is it dear?” you can feel it when his mouth pulls up into a smile as he lets out a groan of defeat at your teasing words.
“you know what you did, what you do to me…” he mumbles out while his hand trails down to rub your clit, hips gently pushing back up into you.
when he's fully sheathed inside you he stills, pulling his face out from your neck to ask, “this alright, handsome? if n-” he checks in with you so sweetly.
it's one of the many reasons you're in love with the man, you absolutely adore how he treats you with so much consideration.. but right now?
“leon.” you deadpan, interrupting his question before it's even fully out. you refuse to let him stop on your behalf when you are exactly where you wanna be, needing him just as desperately as he needs you.
you need him right now actually, and you emphasize that point by grinding up against him, making yourself moan out when it pushes him even further inside.
“got it..” he chuckles out in reply, but it quickly turns into a moan when you clench down on him in retaliation. his head dips back into your neck, moving to mark your collarbones and chest in the same way he did your throat and jaw, as his hand on you clit starts to move in slow, circular motions.
every time you grind your hips against his he pushes up to meet your movements, encouraging you to fuck up onto him as you use his cock to chase your own orgasm.
while you're lost in your own pleasure he's moving his head back to stare down at you intently, almost needing to catalogue every single one of your gorgeous expressions.
“thank you” he says in a low tone, not wanting to break the blanket of silence that had settled over you both, only interrupted by breathless gasps and moans.
you hum out in confusion as you open your eyes, only for them to immediately meet his own that’re already intensely focused on your face.
“i just.. needed this. the closeness, you. thank you.” he chokes out in a rough voice. he's not embarrassed at needing you, and he never would be. he's just embarrassed at how much he needs the comfort you bring him. the comfort of being taken care of, valued, everything he's not allowed when he's on the clock.
“of course, my love. always. i will always be here to give you the closeness and the care you deserve, leon..” you trail off as your hands move back to his hair, fingers absently twirling the soft locks there.
he moves to capture your lips with his own passionately, humming into the kiss when your hands grip him even tighter, pulling at his hair. he gasps into your mouth at the twinge of pain as his hips buck up into yours.
the movement has you smirking against him, encouraged by the reaction. but the smirk is quickly wiped from your face when leon moves his hand to trail between your bodies in retaliation.
when his hand touches your cock your expression crumbles, hand reaching down to grab his forearm. your nails dig into the skin there, unsure if you want to push him away or pull him closer, you're so sensitive from your previous orgasms you almost can't take it.
“yeah baby.. just like that..” he murmurs hungrily into your mouth before pulling away from your lips just enough to get out, “you're so good for me handsome.. just one more for me? yeah?”
his hand starts moving even faster against you, and when your jaw drops in a silent scream he completely breaks away from the kiss. needing to see the way you tense and shudder through your orgasm as your nails dig into his forearm hard enough to break the top layer of skin.
too much, it's too much, you feel like your grip on leon is the only thing keeping you tethered to your body. all you can do is hold onto him as you pant out, coming down from the intensity.
but when you do catch your breath, blearily blinking your eyes open, you can't help but notice that leon hadn't cum. you make a questioning noise as you try and grind your hips down on his still hard cock, but he stops your movements once again.
he brings his soaked hand to wrap around your hips and keeping them still, “wait.. i- can we stay like this? please..” he begs you breathlessly, fingers digging in to your skin in desperation as he finally asks for exactly what he wants.
in response you just relax into his chest with a hum of acknowledgment, too tired to actually reply. you can feel his chest rumble against you in a low chuckle when you nuzzle the top of your head against his chin, trying to burrow into him even deeper despite there being no room left between you.
the pure intimacy of your positions, skin to skin, wrapped up in each other, while he's still inside you, has you shivering against him. eyes fluttering closed again as you listen to the steady thump of his heartbeat, the same heartbeat you can feel.
the thought of falling asleep like this, with the strong pulse underneath and inside of you.. it has you unconsciously clenching down against him despite the sensitivity.
it has leon letting out a wrecked whimper into your hair, the hand not moving back and forth against your hip comes up to bury itself there. when he starts scratching your scalp with gentle movements he can feel the way you melt even further into him, letting out a content sigh at being so completely surrounded by the other man.
leon though? leon stays up, watching the steady rise and fall of your back, enjoying being able to feel the way your breathing evens out by the puffs of warmth against his chest… and especially enjoying the way he's able to feel your slick walls subtly clenching around him even while completely relaxed against him.
he is absolutely basking in the feeling of being home, in bed, with his husband safe in his arms. he refuses to ever think about giving up his place beside you again, not caring if that makes him selfish.. after everything he's been through, there's absolutely no place he’d rather be.
Thinking about Dana Evans letting her younger transmasc partner try topping via strap for the first time...
Cw: smut/nsfw content, transmasc reader, age gap relationship, subtop! reader and softdombottom! Dana, strap usage + pentrative vaginal sex (Dana receiving), praise kink, petnames used (good boy, big boy, sweet boy, etc.), hickeys mentioned, brief cockwarming, he/him pronouns used once for the reader at the end
A/n: this isn't meant to be long or a great big thing, hence the different format than usual. It's just a little idea that I had bouncing around in my head that I wanted to share with y'all 🫶
You'd used a strap with her on the receiving end before, but it was always you on the bottom and her on top, your hips desperately bucking upwards into her while she gazed down at you with lustful eyes, riding you to her satisfaction until she was done.
Tonight, though, you were going to be trying something a little different: for once, you'd be the one on top, the one taking control. Well, physically, anyway.
"That's it, there we go," she murmured encouragingly when you pushed inside, gently easing the tip of your silicone cock into her entrance, which was already wet from your attentive foreplay. "Such a good boy you are for me, already doing so well."
You felt your face heat up at her praise, a low whine escaping you as you did your best not to shove it in the rest of the way. Good boys didn't do that; good boys waited and did what they were told.
The gold from her necklace shimmered in the dim light, giving you something to focus on throughout the event so you wouldn't lose your mind completely. Next to it, dark purple marks had bloomed across her skin like a field of wisteria, a clear display of your earlier desperation to claim her like the needy little thing that you were.
"Easy, big boy. Don't bite off more than you can chew," came her voice in a slightly teasing tone as you bottomed out, resisting the urge to start thrusting right away. "Just sit here with me for a moment, okay? Do you think you can do that for me?"
One of her hands reached up to cradle the side of your face, your eyes fluttering shut while you nuzzled affectionately against her warm skin, placing soft kisses to her palm as a show of tender obedience. You ached with the need to move, to make her feel good, but you wanted to behave.
It felt like an eternity for you, being stuck there like that, but eventually she gave you the go ahead. Not before playing with you a little bit more, though. "You wanna move, big boy, hm? Wanna make me proud?" Dana cooed, her hand slipping from your face upwards so she could scratch at your scalp in the way she knew you liked.
Her words were met with a whimper of pure need, your eyes pleading as they met hers, hoping to convince her to decide in your favor. At that, she chuckled, and her hand moved yet again to grasp gently onto your chin.
"What a sweet little thing you are. Such a sweet boy for me." Her tone was dripping with honey and condescension as she gave your face a light squeeze. "Go ahead, sweet boy. Make me proud."
It was then that you finally did what you'd been begging for all along, hips snapping forward insistently as soon as you were allowed to. She sighed in pleasure and tilted her head back, eyes fluttering shut and mouth parting as a chorus of groans and hums exited her lips.
Your movements were sloppy and fast, strap pushing in deep before pulling out again, her arousal almost gushing out onto the sheets below due to the pure intensity of your actions. Propped up on your arms, you braced yourself against the mattress so you wouldn't topple over amidst your greedy rutting.
You felt as though you could keep going forever and never stop, but soon she was arriving at her destination, arms wrapping around your neck so her nails could dig into your shoulder blades as a grounding mechanism. The combined noises between you grew louder than ever, her delighted moans mixing with your pathetic pants and filling the room completely with sinful sound.
Per usual, you kept going even after she'd finished until you heard the gentle coaxing from her to stop. "Alright, good boy, I think that's enough for now."
A mewl of resistance left your throat, and you gave a few more weak thrusts before collapsing on top of her, both of you covered in sweat and exhausted, but happy. You pressed your face into the space of skin between her breasts, inhaling her scent as her fingers trailed along where your arm rested beside you.
"Such a good boy for me," she spoke in a fond lull, watching you with an admiring gaze as you fought to catch your breath. "My sweet boy did so well, didn't he? What a big boy you are, getting on top for once. Your first time doing it, and you did such a good job. I'm so proud of you, do you hear me? So proud."
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