I have an idea that's been chewing on my brain for three days, so congratulations, it's your problem now.
RE9: Wolf Leon x ANY Reader Leon has been abandoned because of a "secret issue" also caz he is old and got injured — HE can't reproduce............................. but actually he just prefers being submissive with women ( pegging). The Reader, a former army soldier who already knows Leon, decides to take him in after finding him abandoned and left to die ( leon also don't know about his issue as he never got the time)
oh i absolutely love stories with fluff potential too. taking him in😇😇😇😇hell yes😇😇😇😇
the ring on leon’s finger gleams in the moonlight.
the ring on your finger shines, too—albeit dirtied, and instead in the artificial glow from his flashlight.
he’s looking down on you, while your body sinks onto rich foliage beneath. he wants to call out your name, but the lump in his throat won’t let him. just breathing is already a difficulty.
especially when he places his fingers to where your pulse would normally be—but it’s unmoving. dead. devastatingly tranquil.
he should be used to this by now, he thinks. he’s always had a dangerous job filled with blood and death.
but christ, he was so, so weak for you.
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his back hadn’t left his couch in a while.
there’s too many bottles of whiskey on the table—if you were here, you’d have kicked his ass for moping around like this. mourning was never pretty, though, and he couldn’t get up. no matter how hard he tried, you wouldn’t leave him alone, his thoughts like clouds being carried by the wind; slowly drifting… always back to you.
how many times would he have to come to terms with grief, or be expected to change? oh, but you were the one who taught him that he indeed hadn’t changed: that he was still capable of loving, that the mistakes and losses wasn’t what wholly consumed him.
he liked to imagine.
like you were still here, just you and nothing more, or else where did he go to next?
you’d been edging leon for god knows how long now. the sight before you only makes you want to draw this out for longer.
the restraints on his wrists are on the verge of snapping with how hard he’s pulled on them—and he’s moved on to gripping at the air so hard his knuckles are going white.
his whole body is trembling beneath your hand, which drags itself up and down his dick at an unbelievably sluggish pace. he’s muttering strings of incomprehensible swears: a little breathless, chest heaving with every rough breath.
and the teary eyes on top of all that—jesus christ. you could get off just by listening to his cries.
“i thought you said this was a piece of cake, leon?” your eyes search for his, looking past the sweaty blonde strands of hair sticking to his forehead.
he lets out an unconvincing scoff. “fh-fuck you,” he gasps, a sorry excuse for a smirk curling his lips. “‘s already humiliating enough…”
you tut. “if you keep talking like that, you won’t ever be able to come on my watch.”
when he doesn’t answer, you rub your thumb a little firmer against his tip—there’s pre all over your hand, and he’s so sensitive now, he nearly jumps.
“hah- sorry, fuck, i’m sorry,” he says, while neediness bleeds from him—it’s cute, really. the fact that he’s still trying to keep a smidge of his decency, even as teardrops pool in his eyes and his thighs tremble like he’s just had 10 consecutive leg days. actually, you don’t think even that could make him this big of a mess—only you.
you give a chuckle—cruel, at least to leon’s ears—and pump his cock faster by a hairsbreadth. “i could do this all day, you know. the question is whether you’d be able to handle it.”
he turns his head to the side, buried in the inside of his elbow, giving a whimper that sounds vaguely like a no.
“you can’t do it? you can’t even try for me?”
his breath quivers with each exhale. “wanna cum, please…“
it’s almost pitiful.
“you think you’ve tried hard enough?” oh, but teasing him is just too fun, especially when he squirms and you know that nobody else has seen him like this before.
“god, i— i’ve been so good,” he sobs, “pleasepleaseplease let me—“
you feel as if you’re in seventh heaven.
he’s begging, pleading without you even ordering him to. he’s offering himself up to you, throughly responsive—pathetically so. you can’t help but give him a little reward.
“oh-“ his jaw drops open a margin, as you pick up the pace. “more, please, shit—!”
his fists ball up tighter when you lean down, breath teasing at his tip. “just like that, use your words, baby.”
it’s the drag of your wet tongue on the slit that makes him stutter over your name; hips jolting despite himself. a fat tear rolls down his face, and then another, and another—
his voice is shaking in the most tempting way when he warns you: “gonna cum, f-fuck..”
you know the constellation of his moles on the skin of his thighs from memory, and the way they twitch with aching need is something you’ll work to remember too.
you take your mouth off of his dick, stroking him with full intent. “come for me, leon.”
he throws his head back, cuffed hands grabbing at the headboard—and you notice, he’s mouthing something. it’s barely a whisper.
“th-thank you, thank you—“
oh.
“thank you, fuck—“
oh.
he finishes with something between a groan and a sob, loud as much as obscene—spilling all over your fingers and his abs. the tears continue to fall, and his nose is slightly runny. an absolute mess—but the way he worshipped you under his breath was heavenly.
in the aftermath, he’s completely still long enough to worry you.
“leon? you there?” you ask, even as you want to bring your messy fingers to your mouth and lick them clean.
he takes a slow breath in, voice rough: “yeah.”
“was that fine?”
“fine?” it made him lose consciousness for a second, he was sure. but…
“it was great,” is what comes out.
no way in hell was he going to tell you how blissed out his brain was just now.
─ a special request from my beloved sometimes-beta reader (who i will keep anonymous). i’ve personally never played ace attorney, but. anything for my husband
maybe a few years ago, if you’d asked miles edgeworth “would you like to get railed over your desk” he wouldn’t have laughed even a little bit and said “no”.
but, well… he wasn’t even really thinking anymore, was he?
because your cock hit that spot every time you thrusted into him—the spot that made his nails scratch the desk as his hands scrambled for purchase. drool forming a small pool on the wood, dignity discarded long ago.
it was such an antithetical thing—the chief prosecutor, being so dirty, and especially in his own office. his cravat was pulled loose, and his jacket was discarded somewhere on the floor along with his waistcoat.
but god, did he look good all messed up like this.
“hah, ah, agh, yes—!” he says, and you’ve heard this before, countless times. “h-harder, do it harder, please—”
he begs so pretty, of course you do.
your hips snap forward, harsh with a tinge of desperation. he lets out a pathetically high-pitched whine, arching his back, and you can only imagine the look on his face.
glasses askew, eyes rolling back into his skull, half-lidded, mouth perpetually open because he can’t bring himself to properly shut his jaw.
“you’re beautiful,” you whisper, low, almost like a hiss. “under me, taking this dick so well.”
he merely answers with a moan—you can’t even tell if he registered your words or not.
but why does it matter, when he’s squeezing you with a vicegrip and making the most vulgar sounds like he’s forgotten where he is…
you were the only one who could turn his brain off, and god forbid you ever stopped.
personally i never understood leon having erectile dysfunction as a bad thing. just annihilate him and leave him as an absolute mess. its just like edging him forever.
What do you think of the Leon Kennedy erectile dysfunction discussion happening on Twitter dot com? 🎤
i was afraid of this question coming to me but i guess i can’t escape leon erectile dysfunction💔
i actually deleted twitter long ago because. well. it’s twitter. so i dunno much about what they’re talking about specifically, but! leon having erectile dysfunction is funny as hell and also kinda hot icl
i imagine him not actually being all that embarrassed about it, accepting that he’s gotten older. i mean, he has confidence in his hands and mouth too, after all.
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