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[urdeadkennedy]

P R A Y 4 P R E Y

summary: your toxic boyfriend cheats on you, but you already knew who could help you move on in more ways than one.

warnings: re9!leon, cheating (not reader), friends to lovers, heavy makeout, knee riding, nipple play, f!masturbation, fingering, finger sucking, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, praise kink?, sexual yearning, sweetheart!leon, cream!pie, ‘i love you’ sex.

word count: 4.8k

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divider credit: @uzmacchiato

title credit: pray 4 prey by lasair rua (goated song btw)

𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔭𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔞 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔢 | 𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴

you should’ve cut your loses while you had the chance, but instead of coming home to a peaceful afternoon with your boyfriend at the time, you came home to chaos. came home to him in your bed with another woman who he claimed was just a coworker. you should’ve known better. but now that it was too late, you walked away with your tail ticked between your legs and a bag slung over you shoulder with your necessities.

you knew where you were going. you had always gone to him when times got tough at home. but it was a vicious cycle that you were going through, and not so shamefully you’d do it over and over again until you felt like your heart was fixed. to be with your addiction in the form of a 50 something year old dirty blonde man who went by the name leon.

you weren’t sure when he became so important to you, when he became so vital in your survival with your toxic boyfriend. maybe it was when you met him at the bar in town, when he bought you drinks all night long and made you feel safe even though he was a stranger. he took you home that night and gave you his phone number after you vented about your relationship— muttering out a ‘call me when you need me’.

this time though, you didn’t call. you had acquired his address somewhere along the fine line of your friendship with him. when he was gone on his long, secret missions and you needed space his home was your safe place to go to. he gave his address in the snap of a finger as soon as you asked for it. maybe he felt the need to help someone so young and fragile, give them the life he never had at your age.

but whatever venom was in your veins, whatever baggage you came with or whatever you could possibly be going through leon would gladly drink it up. and he never had to wonder if you felt the same, because every time you showed up again it was a confirmation that you did in fact need the man to cope. however scary it was to you, you pushed it deep down and continued your ventures to him.

there was a moment where you thought that maybe you should walk away from leon, wondering if it was something wrong as you were already spoken for. but you never did anything with him, never kissed him, never fucked him. you always just went to him when you needed emotional comfort, what your boyfriend could never give you even if he tried. and leon was just too enticing to walk away from.

when his apartment complex came in to view, you picked up your walking pace a little more. you couldn’t wait to feel safe once and for all. going off the hope and prayer that leon would let you stay with him on a whim. in all these months of building a friendship with him you had at least a little bit of optimism. it was part of what was keeping you going right now— not wanting to think of the unfortunate outcome that he turns you away or has found someone new to take pity on and take in.

along the way to leon’s your phone had died and you couldn’t message him to send the code for his apartment. you would think that you would remember this, but in the state that you were in— beyond bewildered and distraught —you couldn’t bring the memory on for the life of you. so you curled up at his door and waited for him to come home. it was the only thing you could do, having no vehicle to wait in.

now that you were dormant and away from the toxicity of your old household you found yourself finally relaxing and realizing that at the end of the day maybe you were the prey in your situation. a beast of a man had found you and destroyed you until you had no other choice but to leave, praying for the woman he had coerced into bed with him. though it wasn’t your problem anymore you couldn’t help but cry.

however— after hours of keeping yourself together you let it all go at leon’s doorstep, the tears and sudden onslaught of emotions drifting you off into a light sleep though you fought so hard to stay awake. you simply had enough and despite being so exposed and left in the open where anything can happen you couldn’t help but find it easy to just give in and give up. you made a vow to not caring about anything until you laid your eyes on leon.

“oh my sweet girl, what happened? look at you, fucking gonna kill that son of a bitch if he hurt you.” the rough and angry voice of the man you wanted to be with right now was what broke your light sleep, opening your eyes to the sight of him crouched in front of you on the ground. he always knew that you only came to him if something with your partner had gone wrong or if you needed a breather, so he was right in assuming that the ‘son of a bitch’ did in fact do something wrong.

but leon looked concerned and you didn’t like it, simply because you hated worrying the poor man. he didn’t deserve your baggage, but even if you tried to protest that he would shut you down so fast. he cared about you, loved you even. and all without even being in a relationship with you, you didn’t know what you did to deserve this— him.

“leon..” you could only say his name before an onslaught of new tears had settled in, dampening your plush cheeks as his hand lifted to try and wipe them away. it was something that he was trained to do by now, having been in this position with you before. he’d gladly wipe your tears away any day though, as long as it meant he made you laugh afterwards. to cheer you up as he knew best.

but he couldn’t help but think that this time was different— your small backpack was a dead giveaway.

“come on, let’s go inside now. i’ll make you some coffee.” he helped you to your feet and steadied you as you stumbled slightly from the rush you felt in your head. god, you felt so weak and pathetic— embarrassed even. things never should’ve gotten this bad, but you were an idiot for believing that your boyfriend could ever be something more.

as soon as you stepped foot into the familiar apartment, fully engulfed in the scent of leon— cedar and whiskey — you felt yourself melt. like nothing had happened, like you didn’t just get cheated on and gutted from the inside out for catching them in the act. the thought alone made you want to curl in a ball and die all over again, but how could you when you had the whole world in the form of a man in front of you?

a man that kept you feeling safe and alive at that.

“thank you, for everything,” you began, but earned a confused look from the dirty blonde. to him it sounded like you were going to end something that he wasn’t so sure that he wanted to think of right now. “i mean for your kindness. for making me feel safe. for supporting me all this time even though you don’t have to.” you shuffled awkwardly towards the kitchen island and hopped on top of the counter. a routine you had by now.

“you don’t have to thank me sweetheart, you mean a lot to me and i’m glad to be that safe person for you.” he chuckled in somewhat of a relieved way as he set down his duffle bag from work and began making you that coffee he offered. “but where is this coming from? was it him? do i need to do some damage or what?” he tried his best to lighten the mood, but your frown was persistent.

“you know me too well leon, have i ever mentioned that?” in your own way you were trying to avoid telling the story that broke you down in ways you didn’t realize were possible in your stage of life, but as the man before you didn’t respond with anything to your question you frowned and knew that you had no other choice. “yeah, something happened. came home to him and another woman in my bed.”

“i was not kidding when i said that i’m going to kill him. dead serious sweetheart.” leon huffed immediately, fists gripping the edge of the counter so tight that his knuckles turned white. his face turned a light red as his anger rose at the fact that someone like your boyfriend could ever do that to someone so sweet as you. he knew that you loved hard, that you devoted your every being to that man. no that title was too generous in leon’s opinion— boy was more like it.

“as much as i’d like to take you up on that, i think it’ll only do you harm in the end. he’s not worth it, but maybe i deserved it, it’s what i get— ya know?” before you could let him answer you spoke again, voice on the verge of breaking once again as you slouched down in defeat.

“but it’s too late to untangle myself from that web, it’s too late to regret anything. i know i should’ve broke it off earlier, but i didn’t. now? i don’t know what to do. it’s why i came here this time.” you took a deep breath in, pointing to you backpack that laid limp against the island you were perched on. “i need somewhere to stay.”

your words broke leon inside, his demeanour softening at how broken you sounded. how helpless you’re eyes read. god he would do anything to make you happy again, to make you forget that asshole and to make you feel alive again. to feel like you could untangle yourself from the hypothetical ‘web’ that you thought you were stuck in. because god knows that you weren’t stuck, you just needed someone to treat you like the angel you were. that he knew you were.

“don’t say that sweet girl. you don’t deserve that and it isn’t too late. you can regret whatever you want but in the end it’s his loss. he lost an angel, you lost a devil. if i were you i’d take the latter.” he smiled warmly, extending his arm out with a fully made coffee in a nice red mug in your direction. you gladly took the liquid gold and began lightly sipping as he cleaned his small mess. “and of course you can stay here, who am i to say no to such an angel?”

“how do you do that leon?” you paused to take another sip, moaning at how good it tasted as you gently tapped your heals against the island while trying to hide the blush that fell upon your cheeks, “how do you know just what to say to me?”

“i know what to say to you because i care about you, i want you to be okay. to be happy.” he stepped closer to you and once again lifted his arm, but this time it was to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear that had gotten in the way of the eyes he loved to see so much. “and you deserve to be treated with the upmost respect a man can give.”

you unintentionally pressed your cheek into his palm before he could have a chance to pull away. you couldn’t help yourself in the end, he was warm and welcoming— like a life line.

maybe it was because you were overly emotional, emotionally destroyed, or just the fact that maybe you now realized that leon had in fact treated you like a goddess from the minute he met you— but you couldn’t help but want to kiss him right now. you couldn’t help but want to find comfort in the way you imagined he tasted. and you’d be lying is you told yourself it was the first time this want had been cast down on you.

“and what would that treatment be?” you questioned, voice coming off more sultry than either of you expected. you placed the half empty mug down beside you as you awaited his answer. the anticipation made your heart race— or was it the fact that leon was touching you so gently?

“that treatment would be to have someone love you unconditionally for starters,” he began, stepping another inch closer to you as his thumb now caressed the soft skin of your cheek, “to worship the ground you walk on,” you watched as he suddenly pooled to the ground in front of you on his knees, “and to praise how good you treat them any minute they could.”

your heart was now hammering hard within the confinement of your ribcage, your body trembling unintentionally, and your mind fogging over with that of lust as leon looked up at you through thick blonde lashes. his steel blue eyes were nearly overtaken by his pupils as they blew wide, and you knew exactly why as you scanned his body— eyes stopping on the semi hard-on that he had in his work slacks. he was seemingly un-phased though.

“and what if i told you that right now, the person that treats me all of those ways without fail is right in front of me?” you questioned him again, cheeks flushing red as he chuckled lowly. you soundly help but to extend your hands to cup his flushing cheeks, caressing under his eyes with your thumbs in content.

“well then i’ll be damned, because there isn’t any way that i deserve an angel like the one that’s in front of me now.” he confessed, leaning his head forward to lay a kiss upon the inside of your thigh. the gesture made you shiver physically, gasping lightly at the tingling sensation his lips left in their wake. you had been caught of guard by how bold the both of you were being suddenly, but you didn’t take the moment for granted at all.

“leon?” you took a deep breath, shaky hands finding their way into the older man’s silky smooth hair. what you were about to say would either ruin your friendship with him or blossom into something more. you would rather the second option in this very moment, part of you knowing that he would agree to anything you proposed.

“yes sweetheart?” his eyes fluttered closed as his name fell from your lips for the millionth time, but nonetheless it was music to his ears— just as much as your fingers in his hair was like the feeling of crossing the bridge to heaven. he swore he could die a happy man right now.

“please, show me how to be loved properly.” your words came off as more of a beg than you intended, but you’d be damned if you’d have it any other way. you wanted to sound desperate for him, to show him how badly you needed him and wanted him right now and for the rest of your life. because even though he’d been a great friend, now that you were free from your loyalties you couldn’t help but want more— to be ready for more.

“you’re sure that’s what you want?” he asked, as if he thought you’d say no. the way that your cheeks blossomed red so quickly, how your hands tangled in his hair as if they wanted to pull him closer to where he knew you wanted him most. he would also be a fool for denying someone like you, so pretty and ready for him. hell— he had wanted you for so long it killed him inside.

“i don’t think i’ve ever been so sure of something in my whole life leon.” and when you smiled down at him so sweetly and innocently, it was all the confirmation he needed to stand to his feet and pull you into a kiss that felt so raw and heated it nearly made his knees wobble.

it grew desperate and deep, all teeth and tongue and saliva. neither one of you wanted to pull away for air, causing you to gasp in between motions. but god neither of you could help it, both embracing the breathlessness as the desperation grew deeper and deeper that it felt like you were going to slip through the lines of reality. for once you felt like your poison was sweet enough for someone, and leon couldn’t help but to like it just how it was.

“god sweetheart, you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting for you to say that.” he rasped out as he finally broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours. you couldn’t help but whine at the loss of contact, hands gripping his biceps so tight— like if you let go the moment would be over forever.

though you wanted to say something back you simply couldn’t, too caught in the moment that all you could do is moan out and press your lips against his again. you knew that he understood that you wanted nothing but the same since you laid eyes on him, it was written all over the way your body reacted to him. how you arched your back into him, how you rolled your body and ground against his knee that was pressed against your sopping heat.

it drove him crazy in ways that not even he could explain. you knew it too. one of the many things you loved about the man before you was that he understood nearly everything about you, inside and out. even before this night, he could read you like an open book. and that was proved to you even more when he stepped back— snaking a hand between the two of you, palming your cunt before slipping two fingers along you clothed slit.

the sound that was wrung out of you by him made his entire body shiver, lips pulling away to take it how he could only ever imagine your face was. and what he saw nearly took his breath away, “look at you.” he rasped, eyes dark with lust as they bored into yours, “this is how you look when your loved properly.”

“leon..,” you mewled, “fuck please keep going, show me more.” the plea was desperate as it left your puffy pink lips, eyes dropping to watch as he teased you through your tracks. a visible wet mark was forming strongly against the contrast of the light grey fabric and you couldn’t help but loll your head back in pleasure— giving leon access to leave wet, open mouthed kisses along your pulse point.

“don’t worry baby, i’ll show you for as long as you need.” he confirmed, voice so deep that it vibrated your throat and drew a strung out high pitched moan from deep within you. “i’ll make you forget that bastard, make you remember my touch instead.”

you could cry right now with the amount of care you felt dripping off of leon. how his fingers caressed every inch of exposed skin on your body, how he took his time and made sure that you understood just how much he means the words he says. this was never something you felt with your boyfriend before— always rushing like you were just a toy that he needed to use to get a quick fix before he was on to the next best thing.

you’d never had words of affirmation, words that made you feel so safe and like you were the only girl in the world. instead you were degraded, you were beat down by harsh words. maybe it was what made leon want to talk to you the way he was right now, maybe it’s what made him was to worship you like the goddess he thought you were.

whatever it was, you were beyond thankful for it. especially when he tugged at the hem of your tank top as a signal that he wanted it off. you pulled back just an inch away from him— enough room to pull it off of your body and over you head before dropping it to the ground beside your bag. and when you finally looked back into those steel blue eyes of his you couldn’t help but feel your panties soak more.

leon’s pupils were so blown out with lust that you could barely see the colour anymore, like he just got a fix of his addiction in the form of you with your tits out and ready for him to use anyway he wanted. the thought made you shiver underneath his hard gaze, drawing him back to reality for a moment before offering a lopsided smile.

“as if you couldn’t get more beautiful baby,” he raised a hand, not bothering with permission at this point, and grasped your soft breast in his big hand. the contrast of how rough his skin looked against you supple flesh made him moan lowly, connecting his lips back to yours in another passionate make out. all the while he was squeezing and toying your nipple between his thumb and index digits.

as much as you looked beautiful, your sounds were out of this world as leon’s ears took them in with one hundred percent concentration. how could he not? “love those sounds.” leon couldn’t help but make it a point to call it out as it was, he thought that you were so beyond enticing this way.

“all for me.”

“i’m such a lucky man.”

“no son of a bitch deserves to hear your beautiful voice like this sweetheart, not even me.”

all the words you needed to hear were rasped out into your ear as he dropped your breasts, both hands moving in tandem to pull you off the counter and into his arms as he moved you to his bedroom. he placed you ever so gently on the plush mattress and grabbed the waist band of your pants, eyes staring into your soul for any signs of hesitation— when none was found he yanked your tracks off, underwear coming with them slowly peeling away from your soaked pussy.

you felt small under his gaze, like you could curl into a ball and die even more as his mouth falls slack looking at your body naked for the first time. it was like it was his first time seeing a woman nude all over again, dick growing so hard that it hurt from behind the zipper confines of his slacks— not for long though as he quickly slipped out of his compression tee and undid his pants.

he then brought two fingers up to run along the now bare folds that glistened so sweetly in the dim light of his bedroom. then and there leon realized that he could get used to this live in situation if it meant that he got to see just how wet he made you every single gruelling day. maybe his job would be worth it if he got to come home and rub your sensitive clit in slow circles like he was now.

“fuck leon— feels so good.” you moaned, not caring how loud you got. you were hooked on the feeling of your orgasm slowly building up. one of which you hadn’t had in months now, or maybe hadn’t had ever. the waves rippling through your stomach were like no other, sending pleasure throughout your entire being.

and when he stuck two fingers inside of your tight cunt, it made every wave double. your body couldn’t help but to arch against his, legs propped up slightly so you could grind down on his hand as he scissored you open. that blissful coil that had been winding tight finally felt like it was going to spill over the edge so deliciously.

you whined out, “shit! shit! shit! i’m gonna— i’m go-” you could barely even finish your sentence before you came hard, cunt gripping his fingers as it flutters through the pleasure.

“god sweetheart that’s it, fucking soaking my fingers like a good girl— mhmm.” leon praised, watching as he brought one finger to his mouth— sucking your honey off of the digit like it was his last meal. tongue swirling, eyes fluttering closed, head lolling back. you could cum again just from the sight, until he came to and brought the second finger up to your lips— urging you to do as he did. and when you complied, my god did he nearly break right there.

“fuuuuuck,“ he dragged the word with a throaty moan as your mimicked how you would suck his dick on his finger, “how could anyone hurt you when you’re this good huh? tasting yourself on my finger like this.” with his free hand he reached up to tuck a strand of stray hair behind your ears, looking at you with so much love and adoration that you felt like crying for what felt like the millionth time.

you release his finger with a pop, “dunno leon, never got praised like this before— never felt like this before.” your confession is what brought of the watery eyes, tears now threatening to spill instead of just thinking about it. “no one’s looked at me like this before, like they love me. you love me right leon?”

to anyone else this may have been a bold question to ask, especially when the circumstance was how it was now between you and the dirty blonde. you had been friends for nearly the entirety of your relationship with your now ex-boyfriend, always a hint of yearning in between the lines. but now that your losses were cut you felt free to be able to express how you wanted to be treated, how you wanted to be loved. and leon understood that so much that you almost couldn’t believe it.

“my sweet girl, i love you so fucking much of hurts. you have no idea,” he leaned down and pressed soft kisses to the side of your neck, “you deserve this baby, deserve the world. deserve anything a poor man could give. and trust me, i’ll give it all to you. whatever you ask, whatever you want or need.” as he spoke he had settled between your legs, pressing his now unclothed cock on the sensitive folds of your pussy. you couldn’t help but moan as fears spilt freely now, the feeling resembling nothing coherent to you right now.

your brain was fogged and engulfed by leon that you hadn’t even realized that he was now lining himself with your entrance— no spit or lube needed —and began pushing gently into your still, almost too tight, fluttering hole.

“all i need is you.” you sobbed out, hands flying to his back— gripping at his muscular frame as he stretched you wide, inch by inch, until he was all the way in and brushing against your cervix already. “it’s all i’ve ever needed— ngghh, fuck!”

he started moving at a slow pace, moving one of your legs to drape over his shoulder so he could get a full few of your entire body as he fucked you like he’s never done before. the feeling was so raw and desperate, so lustful and passionate. it wasn’t one of those one night stand quick fucks that last 5 minutes— no. it was one in which leon felt like he could never live without now, like your pussy was made specifically for him as it squelched around his cock. he was even more addicted than ever.

“that’s it baby, take it— what you deserve. to feel so good— fuck your milking it sweet girl.” as his thrusts came down, yours went up to meet them, chasing your impending second orgasm as the all too familiar feeling springs into your lower abdomen again. his words of praise and pure filth spurring you on to move faster against him, you knew you deserved him.

“god leon!” you practically screamed, though your voice was straining against the harsh contrast of pleasure spilling over the edge, “keep talking to me, fuck i’m gonna cum again… please.” you begged again, knowing that only makes him weaker.

“i know baby, i can feel you squeezing me like the good girl you are,” he moaned loudly, thrusts becoming deeper and sloppier as his own release was being chased with precision. every slick noise that came from your pussy was like a mantra to him as his ears began ringing, stars threatening to cover his vision of the angel beneath him— his name falling from your lips like a perfect harmony to your sex.

“come on sweet girl, cum on my cock.” the final words that broke you fell from leon’s mouth as he leaned in, just barely folding you in half to press his lips against yours— tongue entering your mouth as you reciprocated, orgasm crashing over you so hard that you couldn’t think or talk. you were a babbling and moaning mess beneath him, causing his own release to crash over him. white, thick ropes of cum spurting into you as if he couldn’t comprehend to pull out for the life of him.

“fuck i love you so much leon.” you whined out against his lips, grinding your hips to wring out the last few waves of pleasure that you had lingering.

“i love you too sweet girl, i’ll show you until i physically can’t anymore.” and for once, you never had to question if a man was lying about his intention.

and best part was? you weren’t the prey anymore.

[urdeadkennedy]

THANK YOU ALL FOR 500 LIKES!! 🫶🏼✨❤️

[elliesmoth]

Daily dose of Leon's arms and veins details ✨

[weskrs-deactivated20260531]

Run from the sunlight, dracula⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⋆♱ ⠀

[fungateshortcakes]

Compromises

Pairing: (R9!) Leon Kennedy x fem!Reader

Summary: What to do when your older boyfriend comes back tired from work, but you're all needy for him?

Wordcount: 2k

Warnings/tags: Porn with little plot, smut, kissing, grinding, humping, masturbation, dirty talk, pet names, Leons sexy bicep, blow job mentioned, praise, cuddling, age gap, smut and fluff, english is not my first language, not proof read

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Leon just returned from a mission that clearly pushed him to his limit.

His back was absolutly killing him the second he walked through the front door, strained by the weight of his gear and the heavy things he had to lift out of the way all day. A dull and throbbing headache had long settled behind his eyes, making even the dim light in your shared bedroom feel like he was staring directly into the sun.

All he wanted, all he craved with a desperation that borderd on agony, was to pull you against his chest, bury his face in the crook of your neck, and succumb to a dreamless, heavy sleep. He was spent, his energy drained to the very marrow of his bones. But as he was finally able to slip into bed with after a warm shower that loosened the ache in his back just a little, you didn't seem like you wanted to rest.

Instead you were wide awake and aching for his dick to rearrange your insides. You had waited all day for him to get back, though you should have expected he wouldn't return home with a lifted spirit and enough strenght to fuck you more than once.

Leon felt your restlessness as you laid next to him. He didn't even open his eyes as your fingers trailed over his naked chest.

When you didn't get a reaction out of him, your hand slipped even lower "Leon..." you whined softly, your body humming with need and hunger that only he could sate. He scrunched up his nose, but was too tired to actually turn away from you "No" he muttered, to which you leaned in even closer "But I need you so bad" you reasoned, and you found yourself pouting, your lower lip trembling slightly as you watched him trying to drift off.

"Please, Leon" you tried again, your lips comin in contact with his neck, gently sucking there. His head rolled to the side with a tired groan "Baby..." he mumbled, his voice deeper and thick with exhaustion. But even then, you didn't let up, in hopes he'd at least let you ride him.

"Please...I can't...I'm fucking dead on my feet, baby" he let out a long, shuddering sigh, his eyelids fluttering. "Just...use your toys, sweetheart. I'll be right here...just let me sleep for a few hours..." he mumbled and snuggled deeper into the pillows. His suggestion made you huff, a small, frustrated sound in the otherwise quiet room. You didn't want a stiff piece of silicone or a vibrator! You wanted Leon, your beautiful, strong and sexy man, to make you cum.

But as you looked at him, noticing the faint lines of fatigue etched into his forehead that didn't even ease with rest and the way his face was tense with lingering pain- your heart softened. He worked too hard, harder than the stupid DSO even deserved. You had wanted him to quit so many times, because you had to watch him carry the burden of the world that didn't deserve his efforts, and you wanted him to enjoy every second of rest he could get.

If Leons eyes hadn't been closed, he would have seen the exact moment a dangerous idea popped into your mind. You would get your release from Leon, but you would do it in a way that let him stay in his sanctuary of rest.

You moved slowly, shifting your weight as you slid up the side of his body, grasping his left arm. Leon felt your gentle touch, letting out a confused and sleepy noise, his eyes cracking open just a sliver to watch you "What...what are you doing?"

You smiled softly at him "Shhh" you whispered, leaning downward to press a soft, lingering kiss to his temple. "Just sleep, Leon. Close your eyes and let me have this" you said, and he didn't fight you then. If you wanted to hold his hand while you satisfied yourself, who was he to deny his sweet girl? Besides that, he was way too tired to fight anything, and the sound of your voice was like a sedative.

He let his eyes drift shut again, his muscles beginning to slacken as he trusted you completely.

You grinned to yourself as his head rolled to the side, none the wiser, carelessly letting you guide and position his arm as you pleased, until the peak of his biceps was angled perfectly, the whole length of his arm stretched out over your pillow.

You quietly stripped off your sleep shorts and straddled his arm with slow, deliberate movements, as to not disturb him.

You weren't wearing anything underneath, and as you lowered yourself, the first contact was electric. You pressed your soaking wet pussy directly onto the hard curve of his bicep. The contrast of your soft, plush folds against his muscles that were hard even in sleep was making you bite your lip to keep quiet. Your pussy lips parted wide, sliding over the circumference of his bicep, enveloping the muscle in a warm and slick embrace.

Leons breath hitched and his head snapped into your direction as he felt the sudden heat of you, the way you were dripping on him and coating his arm in your arousal.

He watched your folds part easily, your clit peeking out swollen and begging for touch. "Fuck..." he rasped, his voice sounding like it's been dragged over gravel. "You're...you're so fucking wet, baby." he mumbled in awe.

You rocked forward experimentally and a sharp inhale escaped you, your eyes squeezing shut as the friction hit just right. With every downward press, your clit caught on a thick, prominent vein that mapped the length of his bicep and slithered down his strong forearm, and you let out the softest, neediest moan, your head falling back as you found the perfect rhythm.

Your thighs flexed, spreading wider to let Leons biceps nestle deeper into your crotch, the raised scars and veins catching on your inner lips with each forward thrust. Your clit throbbed visibly, rubbing raw against the blonde hair on his arm.

Leon was no longer trying to sleep. He was trapped in a haze of pleasure and exhaustion, his mind reeling from the sensation of your drenched pussy sliding and gripping his arm. He could feel the sheer intensity of your arousal that bordered on desperation, and he felt guilty that he left his girl so needy for him- though on the other hand he wouldn't have witnessed this sexy display of your eagerness otherwise.

"You're throbbing, sweet girl" he groaned, his voice dropping an octave, his jaw slack in awe and hunger "I can feel your little cunt pulsing against me... does it feel that good, baby?"

His sleepy voice only made you grind harder, your bounces turning frantic, your pussy easily sliding over his arm. "Uh-huh" you whined out dumbly, your tits jiggling in the sleep shirt you wore, which was just one of Leons old band shirts, your nipples pebbling against the fabric.

You couldn't help but increase your pace, your hips snapping forward to grind your clit relentlessly against that thick vein. God, his veins felt even better than they looked, pronounced enough for your clit to send hot pleasure through your core every time it caught on in. You were helplessly mewling now, your legs beginning to tremble with the effort of staying upright. You caged his arm firmly between your legs, so you wouldn't slide off, which wouldn't have taken much considering how drenced your pussy was. His bicep would probably be pruney by the time you were done.

Leon, despite his fatigue, responded to your cute moans. He didn't move his arm away, not that he had any room to do so, but began to flex instead. Rhythmically, he started to contract his bicep, the muscle hardening and expanding beneath you, pushing back against your pussy with steady pressure. The hardness caught on your entrance, and you tried fuck yourself back onto it with a gasp.

"Yes! right there...Leon- please..." you whimpered, your voice breaking. "That's it, such a good girl" he panted, a small, smug smile curling on his lips even though his eyes were barely open. "Just take it...ride me baby" he quickly learned your pattern, flexing exactly the moment your clit dragged over his vein, which now bulged even more, to put as much pressure on the oversensitive nub as he could.

The combination of his flexing muscle and your own frantic grinding quickly became too much. The world narrowed down to the point of contact between your clit and his arm. "L-Leon I'm...I'm gonna cum-!" you could barely get the words out before your pussy slid just right over his raised veins and you shattered.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, a violent release that made your entire body stiffen. You let out a loud, piercing cry, your pussy gushing and creaming all over his bicep and the crook of his arm.

You collapsed against him for a moment, your chest heaving, your heart hammering against your ribs as you tried to calm your breathing against his neck, all while he whispered sweet praises into your ear. As the tremors slowly subsided, you slid down his arm, but you didn't move away, allthough Leon expected you to finally cuddle up to him.

You sat next to him on the bed and looked at his arm, which was still stretched out across the pillow because he was too lazy to move it, admiring the way it glistened like sugar coated candy. You wondered if he tasted just as sweet. You maintained intense, unwavering eye contact with him as you leaned down, his heart soaring in his throat as he realised what you were about to do.

Slowly, when your face was just an inch away from his bicep, you extended your tongue and began to lick your own juices off his skin.

You swirled your tongue obscenely around the thick vein you had been riding, tasting the salt of his skin mixed with the musk of your own creamy arousal, softly biting the flesh, kissing and sucking the plushness of it into your mouth.

Leons eyes widened, mouth falling open as he felt the hotness of your tongue against him, watching how the wet muscle worked over the dips and dents in his muscles and tendons. The hunger in your eyes and the sheer audacity of the act made his breath quicken. "Fuck" he whispers, his voice thick with newfound lust. "Can you get any hotter? You're killing me over here, baby" Leon groaned.

With a satisfied grin, you pulled back once he was all cleaned, a thick string of saliva connecting your lips to his arm.

You wiped it off and climbed over him to settle back against his side with a pleased hum, and he immediately wrapped his strong arm around your shoulders, hooking your leg over his middle with the other and holding it there with a firm grip.

You smiled to yourself, leaning up to catch his mouth in a series of kisses. "Mhm, sexy" he muttered between the presses of your mouth, making you giggle. "You think so?" you taunted, tracing shapes into his soft and warm pecs. Leon nodded with the most tired and faint smile on his lips "Oh yeah. I'm going to eat out that greedy pussy of yours tomorrow, as much as you like. My pretty girl earned it" he muttered against the crown of your head, kissing you there.

"But only if I get to suck your cock" you purred and bit your bottom lip, your hands sliding over the broad expanse of his chest, your fingers gently curling around the short hair there. Leon chuckled- how could he say no to that?

He leaned back into the pillow, his eyes slipping closed, long lashes fluttering against his cheek.

"Deal."

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This fic is a bit shorter than what I usually do for a one shot, but it was a last minute idea to write this because I am just so down bad for this man I can't do this

I'm currently watching Resident Evil: Infinite Darkness and UGH Leon is so dreamy this is torture

[thelonewolfdreamer]

Part 3 - “You are Breaking Me”

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

“This is part 3 of the fic: “Tell me you want me.”

Pairings : Bodyguard Leon x fem!reader

Summary – After leaving the party with Leon, the tension between you only grows worse. The almost-kiss you shared in the hallway, refusing to acknowlede it, Leon retreats right back behind his painfully professional facade, pretending none of it happened at all.

The problem is, you can see his resolve slowly breaking beneath the surface. But you feel it’s breaking you even more.

Exhausted by the constant push and pull; your feelings; by the way he looks at you; like he wants you while refusing to admit it, you decide you need space from him before this destroys you completely.

And in a moment of desperation, you threaten to fire him. But how will Leon react to that?

Will he actually let you push him away that easily? or will the thought of losing you finally force him to fight for you… or maybe even after all of this what comes out of his mouth is just another painful stupid excuse?

And in the end, all of it, instead of breaking him, end up breaking you?

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genre / CW : Romance, bodyguard trope, language, emotional.

In this part, there’s a stubborn Leon, before he finally breaks.

ngl even i was annoyed like kiss each other tf god fucking damn it!

WC - 2.9k

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After you collided into him, and his almost irritated comment, lingered in the air, Leon didnt stop and moved again, yet his words still rang in your ears as he dragged you with him toward the exit.

And honestly? you were in complete shock at the audacity of this man, but for a moment, you let him pull you through the hallway of casino doors, to your SUV.

As you stride forward you could still feel your heartbeat violently against your ribs; from how your lips almost met; from the way he had cornered you against the wall; just minutes ago.

But you keep your mouth shut, and your eyes lingered on Leon longer than necessary, frustration slipping through your expressions. Because even now Leon looked perfectly composed.

“Oh, I am definitely not the coward here,” you muttered bitterly as you walked beside him matching is pace, and at that moment, your eyes dropped briefly towards the tight grip he still had around your wrist.

“You are,” Leon replied flatly without looking at you, as he continued to walk. “For the way, you keep trying to get a reaction out of me… without knowing if you could handle it.”

You let out a disbelieving laugh immediately. “At least I don’t run away.”

That finally made him stop. For a second, it genuinely looked like he wanted to say something reckless or honest but instead he chose silence again. 

Typical.

As he turned toward you briefly, and the expression he found on your face seemed to make him lose the little control he still had left. Because his grip loosened on your wrist immediately after. 

Then he quietely guided you the rest of the way without sparing you the single glance again.

Just then rain started falling lightly across Monte Carlo, cool droplets catching against the city lights and your clothes, and Leon quickly opened the passenger-side door for you. 

“You’ll get wet,” Leon said while waiting for you to settle inside the car.

Without replying, you slipped into the passenger seat, and shut the door behind you harder than necessary.

Leon shakes his head, as if he was frustrated too, and circled around to the driver’s seat and slid inside moments later. The second the door closed behind him, he dragged a tired hand over his face like he was already regretting every decision he had made tonight.

For a moment, neither of you looked at each other.

Then the weather worsened almost instantly, dark clouds swallowing the city as heavy rain began tapping endlessly against the BMW windows, the sound filling the suffocating silence between you both.

“What happened there was a mistake,” Leon S. Kennedy said quietly, finally looking at you, filling the silence, that was just eating you alive.

You wanted to snap back at him. God, you wanted to say something cruel enough to make him feel even half of what you were feeling right now.

But instead, you just turned your head toward the rain-streaked window.

“What, no comment?” Leon asked after a moment, his hands pausing briefly on the steering wheel.

You ignored him completely. And somehow, your silence hurt him more than yelling would have.

What he didnt realize was your heart ached with every syllable he uttered back there, every cold attempt to bury whatever existed between you beneath professionalism and restraint. For a moment, every feeling you had for him burned painfully behind your eyes, but still stubbornly; you refused to cry. 

Leon’s grip tightened slightly around the steering wheel. “If that’s what you want,” he muttered quietly.

Then he finally started the engine. The BMW hummed softly beneath the heavy rain as Leon glanced over his shoulder while backing the car out, one hand steady on the steering wheel as he slowly turned the vehicle toward the road leading back to the suite.

The silence inside the car became too painful to bear. He kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead, jaw tight beneath the dim glow of the passing city lights, while you remained turned toward the window, staring out at the blurred streets of Monte Carlo through the rain.

By the time you returned to the suite, your chest felt so painfully tight it seemed like it could burst at any moment. 

You climbed the stairs quickly without waiting to hear his voice, desperate to outrun the suffocating emotions between you and him, but Leon caught up to you easily.

When you finally reached the main door of the suite, Leon was one step ahead and he unlocked it quietly, and stepped aside immediately, waiting for you to enter first as if something terrible would happen if he didn’t. 

And you hated that he cared. You hated how even his smallest acts of attention affected you this deeply. But you bit the inside of your cheek, closed your eyes, and took a slow, steady breath, trying desperately to calm yourself down before you finally stepped inside.

Leon followed right after you but still avoided your eyes completely. He quickly shrugged off his leather jacket and threw it over his shoulder, then locked the door behind him and turned to move further inside the room, deliberately avoiding any conversation with you.

As you looked at Leon, you realize he didnt act like–the man in that hallway, it was like he had never existed at all. You stood near the living room watching him for a long moment before finally speaking.

“I need space,” you muttered, you lowered your head as you avoided looking into his icy blue eyes.

Leon paused for barely half a second before continuing to walk beside you towards his room. “You’ll have it.”

“No.” Your voice came out quieter than expected. “I mean from you.”

That finally made him stop. Slowly, Leon turned toward you, as shadows from the dim hallway light cut sharply across his face. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You laughed bitterly under your breath. “It means I can’t keep doing this with you.”

His jaw tightened instantly. “Doing what?”

“This.” You gestured helplessly between the two of you. “Whatever this is.”

“There is no ‘this.’” he said, too quickly and sharply.

And god, you hated him for it. Your eyes burned suddenly with unsaid emotions. “You almost kissed me tonight.”

“But, I didn’t, and it was just a mistake.”

The coldness in his voice cracked something inside your chest.

“A mistake.” you repeated under your breath

And for a moment, you stared at him in disbelief. “Do you even hear yourself?”

Leon looked away immediately, like he physically couldn’t stand meeting your eyes anymore.

“You pull me close, Leon,” you whispered shakily. “You look at me like I’m driving you insane. You get jealous every time another man even breathes near me and then you act like I imagined all of it.” you say, with a disbelieving scoff.

“I’m doing my job,” Leon said quietly, finally looking at you.

“Oh my god,” you laughed weakly, tears already beginning to gather in your eyes. “Stop saying that.” You finally tilted your head toward him and held his gaze.

“It’s the truth.” e replied, but even he knew he was lying.

“No,” you snapped back sharply, your voice trembling despite your anger. “It’s your fucking pathetic excuse.” Your fists clenched at your sides, your voice rising as the pain in your words broke through more than you wanted it to.

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, you knew, you, were too tired for this, but you refused to let them fall. Not in front of him. Not when he stood there acting so painfully calm while you were falling apart right in front of him.

Leon just stared at you, his breathing becoming uneven, his expression turning into something painful, but he couldn’t speak because what was there even left to say?

That he wanted you too much? That he’d already crossed a line he couldn’t pretend he hadn’t seen? That he should have never met you?

Because none of it felt right to him.

“You know what the worst part is?” you laughed bitterly, stepping closer to him until you were close enough to feel the uneven rise and fall of his breathing. “You pretend that you don't like it.”

Leon's chest rose sharply with a controlled breath, his expression tightening for a moment like your words had hurt him too. 

God, you hated him. You did. Or at least, you wished you did. 

“You don’t understand,” he said quietly.

“Then explain it to me!”

The room fell silent after the words left your mouth, almost too silent so much so that you could hear your heartbeat wildly pounding in your ears.

Leon stared at you for a long moment, and suddenly all the restraint he’d held for weeks started to look dangerously thin. “You think I don’t want this?” he asked quietly.

Your heartbeat stumbled.

“You think I don’t think about you constantly?” His voice roughened. “Every room you walk into. Every dangerous situation. Every time someone else touches you—”

He cut himself off sharply.

“Leon…”

His composure cracked completely then. “You make me forget myself,” he admitted softly, almost angry about it. “And I can’t afford that.”

Your chest hurts at his words.

Because that sounded terrifyingly close to a confession.

“You wouldn’t lose yourself,” you whispered.

Leon laughed quietly. “You have no idea what I’d lose.”

“Leon—”

“This stops now.” The coldness in his voice stunned you.

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do.”

“You’re lying.”

“No, I’m protecting you.”

“From what?” you snapped, tears burning hot against your skin. “From me? From yourself? What exactly are you protecting me from, Leon?” 

Leon's jaw tightened so violently it almost looked painful. For a second, he looked completely torn apart beneath all that restraint, like every word coming out of his mouth was dragging against something raw inside him.

“From everything,” he said roughly.

“You’re under my protection,” he added immediately, his voice suddenly harsher. “Do you understand what that means?”

His eyes finally locked onto yours fully, and god, the emotion in them nearly shattered you.

You couldn’t speak or even properly feel anything anymore except the man in front of you who looked far too vulnerable for someone who always pretended to be in control. So you stayed silent, letting him continue.

“It means I’m responsible for you,” he continued, dragging a hand through his hair in frustration. 

Leon's jaw tightened violently, frustration finally cracking through that coldness he clung to so desperately. “Because this is wrong,” he snapped suddenly, voice rougher than before. “Don’t you get that?”

You stared at him in disbelief. “Wrong?”

“Yes.” He stepped closer too, emotions finally bleeding through his composure. “I’m your bodyguard.”

The words came out almost angry. “My job is to keep you safe, not—” He stopped abruptly, dragging a hand through his hair in frustration. “lose control every damn time you look at me.” he finally finished.

Your chest tightened painfully at the confession hidden inside his anger.

“But you do lose control,” you whispered shakily. “You feel this too.”

Leon laughed once under his breath, but there was nothing amused about it. It sounded exhausted. “That’s exactly the problem.” 

Because there it was.

Finally.

The confession hidden beneath all the restraint.

“I can’t do this,” Leon muttered hoarsely. “I can’t stand there and want you every second of every day when I’m supposed to be the one keeping you safe.”

For one terrible moment, all you wanted to do was shut him up with a kiss. To grab him and finally end this miserable distance between you both. But then anger, crashed into heartbreak all over again. Because even now after practically confessing he was still pushing you away.

You laughed bitterly through your tears and stepped back from him completely. And the second your voice lost all warmth, panic flashed across his face.

The realization sat heavily between you, exhausted, as you finally whispered, “Maybe, I should ask for another bodyguard then.”

The effect was immediate, Leon went completely still under your words. His expression didn’t fully change, but you saw it you saw the way something painful twisted in his chest at the thought alone.

“No.” The answer came instantly. 

Your brows furrowed slightly. “No?”

“There’s not going to be another bodyguard.”

The possessiveness in his voice startled both of you. Leon realized it immediately, his jaw tightening hard afterward. But he didn’t regret it because the thought of another man with you felt like it was destroying him from the inside out.

You stared at him, your heart aching with every beat. “So, you want both of us to suffer?”

Silence. Leon dragged a hand through his hair roughly. “I don’t want you to suffer,” he said, voice strained. “What I’m saying is… let’s not make it more difficult than it has to be. I told you why this can’t be, us, me and you.” His composure visibly cracked for a second then, like the answer itself had cost him something.

That was it, and you find your heart in million pieces before he even held it. You finally stepped closer to him again and hit his chest repeatedly despite yourself, tears spilling freely down your cheeks now. “You’re breaking me,” you choked out weakly.

Your fists kept striking his chest, but he didn’t stop you. He just stood there and let it happen, absorbing every bit of your frustration like he deserved it, and the truth was he did, and so, took it like he couldn’t bear to do anything else.

As exhaustion finally took over, your forehead fell against his chest and you let yourself cry, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt helplessly. 

Leon didn’t push you away, he didn't even move away from you. His arms instinctively lifted as if to hold you, but he stopped himself at the last second, frozen in that painful in-between of wanting to comfort you and refusing to cross the line he was trying so hard to keep intact.

“I love you so much it hurts,” you whispered painfully. “It hurts so so bad.”

For the first time that night, Leon stopped looking composed. And all he could think about was you how much you loved him, how deeply it showed in everything you did, and how he already knew it… yet hearing you say it out loud still hit him like a blow he couldn’t prepare for. His breathing faltered completely.

“I’m tired,” you whispered helplessly, shaking your head. “Do you understand that? I’m so tired.”

Leon’s hands twitched at his sides like he was physically fighting himself from reaching for you.

Wanted to wipe your tears away. Wanted to hold you. Wanted to do something. Wanted to say something.

But he could not, and the second he moved and decided to finally hold you.

You stepped back.

And the hurt on his face nearly destroyed you. The tension between you became unbearable. Leon closed his eyes briefly like he was physically fighting himself before finally speaking in a strained voice.

“Stop doing this.”

Your breath hitched. “Doing what?”

“This.” Leon gestured vaguely between you toward you, toward himself, toward whatever fragile, impossible thing existed in the space between. His voice strained as he fought to hold onto what was left of his control. “The flirting. The teasing. The… feelings.” His voice cracked slightly on the last word. “Then we’ll go back to normal.”

Even as Leon said all of it, he hated every second of it. But he just wanted it to stop the constant pull of you in his mind, the way you lingered in every thought no matter how hard he tried to push it away.

“Normal.” The word felt wrong on his tongue.

The… feelings. As if it was that easy. As if it was something he could simply decide to stop.

“No distractions,” he added more firmly now, almost like he was convincing himself. “No mistakes. We keep things professional.”

Silence settled between you two, pressing like a vice against your chest.

Leon didnt move away, after, look away still his breath came slower, and just for a second too long, he just stared at you like he was trying to memorize you out of existence.

The word felt like a knife straight through your chest. Because normal meant pretending none of this existed. Pretending he didn’t look at you like he was constantly losing control around you. Pretending you weren’t both slowly destroying yourselves over feelings you both just admitted to.

You stared at him in disbelief , your voice broke slightly as you wiped angrily at your tears. “Fine, Leon. Your wish is granted.”

“I will stop.”

The color drained from Leon’s face instantly. For the first time all night, he actually looked terrified. And that almost broke you enough to take it back.

But Leon—

Coward that he was—

Looked away first.

Then he walked out of the room.

“Fine,” Leon said sharply, but even if he didnt admit to it, it was breaking him too. As he turned away and left you alone beneath the dim light with your heart in pieces, and his confession in air, which was still echoing in your ears.

And somewhere down the dark hallway, unseen by you—

Leon stopped walking briefly and pressed a shaking hand over his eyes like a man desperately trying not to fall apart, and leaned back slightly against the door of the unused room.

[cannibalkermit]

On the Dusty Metal

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader

Content: filthy smut, grinding, masturbation, handjob (f receiving), no use of y/n, female reader, dirty talk, praise, semi-public?, improper use of motorcycle 

Word Count: ~2k

Summary: I watched Crash (1996) and had a lightbulb moment. Leon gets you off on his motorcycle

A/N: In honor of my birthday (very late, it was the 13th), I treated myself to something deliciously perverted. It took a few days longer than I wanted due to finals (╥ ᴗ ╥) I might make a part two (¬ᴗ¬)

You were sitting on Leon’s motorcycle in a dark, empty parking lot. It was probably close to midnight, the air biting as you sucked in sharp, shuddering breaths. A dampness filled the air and clung to the black metal in beads and rivulets. Like sweat on steel, slick against your thighs and biting cold.

Leon sat behind you, one arm wrapped gently around your waist, keeping your back pressed against his front. His knees pressed behind yours, letting you push off him as your hips jerked forward. You could feel Leon’s breath, hot and wet, fall over the sensitive skin of your neck as his lips traced a line up to your ear. 

You pressed your clothed pussy against the seat, hips rocking slow and deep to get friction. Every time the seam of your jeans caught against your clit, little sparks shot up and made you whimper. Each pass gave a little more than the last, carefully untangling you into a heap of flimsy string, making your skin burn and shiver as Leon rubbed circles over your leg, barely rising to your inner thigh before retreating in a taunt. 

“You’re doing so good,” he grumbled in your ear, planting a firm kiss to your neck, right over your pulse. “Want my fingers?” You nodded and exhaled little panting whines. 

Leaning forward a bit, arm extended to keep you from folding over the front of the vehicle, you felt the hand around your waist begin to move, and Leon’s fingers teasing the waistband before pulling your jeans. The seam caught hard against your clit, snapping side-to-side over the sensitive bead, and you bit your lip as you arched against Leon. His breath caught when you let out an uncontrolled moan, and you felt with buzzing anticipation as he unhooked the button and slowly unzipped your pants. 

“I’m getting jealous,” he said with a soft chuckle, his lips pressing against your jaw. “Bikes havin’ all the fun.”

You moaned again, low and breathless, as he tugged your panties and slipped his middle finger between them. The cool air against your skin, the sound of his leather jacket, the feel of the metal beneath your fingers as you lowered yourself over the front of the bike, it was all starting to drive you crazy. Leon’s finger slipped between the folds of your heat, making you twitch.

“Fuck, wetter than I expected. Is it for me or the bike?” You barely heard him behind you, focused entirely on how the pad of his finger pressed lightly against the top of your clit, the bud hardening from the sensation. 

His other hand rubbed over your back, catching and pulling lightly on the hook of your bra. You lifted yourself just enough for him to pull up your shirt, breath catching as the cold leather seat made contact with your skin. His finger slid deeper between your pussy lips until you could feel him brushing over your entrance before sliding back up to circle your clit.

It made your hips jerk, and you pressed your cheek against the speedometer while he unhooked your bra and reached around to take a full breast in his palm, thumb brushing over your nipple until it hardened and you were whimpering. “That’s it baby—god, you’re so wet. Bet you’re tight too,” Leon leaned over you, pressing you down over his hand, his first and middle finger rubbing your clit faster. “Should I check?”

You ground your ass against him, feeling how hard he already was and moaning about it. Leon shuddered against you, exhaling a low, rumbling grunt. He grabbed at your waist to keep you steady, clicking his tongue. “Is that supposed to be a yes?”

“Mhm,” you managed to get out, all hot and bothered now, impatiently trying to grind your hips against his hand between your legs and the hard press of the seat. 

“That’s my girl,” he said, placing a kiss on your shoulder. You felt his fingers slow their circling around your clit, starting to slide down through the slickness and tease at your entrance. Clenching around nothing, squirming against the bike and the hard warmth of his body caging you in, keeping you from fully seeking your own release. 

And then he slid his middle finger past the pulsating, sensitive muscles. You grabbed at nothing, your bare chest flat against the fuel tank, damp from the humidity. After sliding past the second knuckle, Leon forced his ring finger inside, widening you further. 

You stroked a hand over the bike, sticking and sliding over the black metal in an unknown rhythm, all while Leon curled his fingers and started rubbing against the soft sponge that made your back bow and an uncontrolled moan escape. It was easy to imagine the hard metal was his body, that you were grinding on his thigh, or his rigid abdomen. That the taste of metal was salty sweat instead. 

Leon wasn’t the type to go slow, agonizing you with teasing and barely getting you off. Especially not when you were rutting yourself against his bike, getting drool all over the speedometer while your eyes rolled. He worked you in that fast, devastating way you knew best, like all he wanted was to push you as far as you could go, until you were a shaking mess, and pleasure bordered on pain. 

Later, when he had you in his bed naked and impatient, he’d take his time to watch you shiver, feel you clench, hear your breath catch, and he’d torture you with his ability to be patient. 

There was something entirely wrong with how you stroked the metal beneath you, how you tipped your head down and opened your mouth against the gas tank, licking the damp and tasting dust. Leon cursed under his breath, imagining your hot breath, your tongue leaving a trail of saliva up his shaft before taking him deep in your mouth. You’d gag on him as he fucked into your throat, your vibrating moans like electricity sparking through him. 

You started thrusting your hips against his hand, his thumb pressed firmly over your clit, rubbing in a similar motion to his fingers inside you. The cold metal your chest rubbed over was a sensation all in itself, making your nipples firm and your mouth water as shocks of pleasure skidded down to where his fingers ground. 

As a shuddering pulse rolled over, you grabbed the handlebars in an effort to sit up, changing the position of his fingers and allowing you to thrust faster. The bike would probably skirt forward with every roll of your hips if Leon wasn't there, all firm focus as he worked you into oblivion. 

He sucked at your neck, inhaling your scent like a drug while he chewed blooming purple marks into you. Leon was addicted to you, completely and utterly. He weakly thrust against you, thick bulge pressing into your back. You’d get your revenge on him, work him until all that bravado and stoicism crumbled into a whiny mess. Coming up with a plan was put on hold, however. 

You felt, with agonizing sensitivity, as Leon slowly inserted a third finger, giving a pleased hum as your greedy cunt sucked him in. There was completely no friction anymore as you drenched through your panties and dampened your jeans. It made it so easy for Leon to speed up and slow down his pace, bringing you to the edge of release before pulling you back down, just to build up that pressure inside your core like a simmering pot. 

Your legs were uncontrollably shaking before long, lewd, almost wet-sounding moans and whines escaping you with each exhale, a complete disregard for discretion. Fuck, you’d probably cum on the spot if someone found the two of you like that. And that was a kind of idea that sent butterflies through your body. 

You pressed your cheek against the gas tank, your hips bucked up and grinding against him as you chased his fingers and did everything to stop him from teasing you. “Please, Leon—please,” you begged, feeling his hardening cock against your backside. 

“Fuck,” he breathed against your neck, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder as you teased him. “I know baby. You gotta cum? Do it for me, and it’ll be over. All over, sweet thing.” 

You didn’t need much encouragement. Leon sped up his fingers inside you, barely thrusting his thick digits so he could rub on your sensitive inner walls hard while his thumb toyed with your clit faster, building up a rhythm that had you thrusting into his hand again, your back arching as breathy, echoing moans left your throat. 

“Oh god, oh, Leon—I’m gunna—I’m, hmmph,” Leon covered your mouth with his free hand, muffling your cry as you came with a pulsing squelch over his fingers. Your back bowed, teeth pressing into his hand as your body convulsed. Blinding pleasure crashed through you with shuddering waves that Leon steadily guided you through. 

It was so intense, rippling through your entire body and making your toes curl, your legs shake, your hands scramble for purchase against the bike. Everything heightened, your heartbeat fluttering in your head, breaths uneven, thoughts scrambled, all while Leon slowed his ministrations, every circle over your swollen clit making you twitch again. He pulled his fingers out of you with a squelching sound as your cunt pulsed around nothing again. It’s obscene what he does to you, what he makes your body do. 

“You did so good, baby. So good,” Leon whispered against you, pulling his fingers out from beneath your pants, slick with your juices. He licked those soaking fingers, tasting you with a satisfied groan, like liquid gold. 

You leaned back, twisting yourself as far as you could, and kissed him just so you could taste yourself on his tongue. You licked into his mouth, felt his arms slide around you again, and pull you close as his tongue flattened over the roof of your mouth and smothered your harsh breaths. He could taste the dusty metal you had sucked on, the metallic tang of your saliva as he swallowed you down. 

“Think you can ride home like this?” he questioned, rubbing his hand down your chest, pulling your shirt with him. “You just gotta hold onto me, okay?”

You nodded dumbly, mumbling out a “mhm” reply while he zipped your jeans up for you. Leon was so gentle as he wrapped his arms around you, muttering “good girl,” and “my sweet, perfect girl,” against your skin as he pulled you back until you were seated on the pillion. 

Leon tried to put your helmet on for you, the softness of his actions making you giggle as you reached up to help guide him. You watched him put his leather gloves back on and then his own helmet (safety first) before he mounted the bike in front of you. He reached back and pulled your elbows so you’d lean all your weight against him, your hands firmly around his torso. 

The rumble of the motorcycle revved back to life, its engine echoing across the empty lot and warm light flickering on. The vibration in your seat was as soothing as it was stimulating, and you had to tighten your grip on Leon’s jacket. He was slow to pull out of the parking lot, a little distracted by how warm the seat was, the spot of dampness he saw you left behind, and the taste of you still on his tongue.

The genuine flow state I entered writing this. I only wish I got the ending better :(

[urdeadkennedy]

P R A Y 4 P R E Y

summary: your toxic boyfriend cheats on you, but you already knew who could help you move on in more ways than one.

warnings: re9!leon, cheating (not reader), friends to lovers, heavy makeout, knee riding, nipple play, f!masturbation, fingering, finger sucking, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, praise kink?, sexual yearning, sweetheart!leon, cream!pie, ‘i love you’ sex.

word count: 4.8k

unedited!!

divider credit: @uzmacchiato

title credit: pray 4 prey by lasair rua (goated song btw)

𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔭𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔞 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔢 | 𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴

you should’ve cut your loses while you had the chance, but instead of coming home to a peaceful afternoon with your boyfriend at the time, you came home to chaos. came home to him in your bed with another woman who he claimed was just a coworker. you should’ve known better. but now that it was too late, you walked away with your tail ticked between your legs and a bag slung over you shoulder with your necessities.

you knew where you were going. you had always gone to him when times got tough at home. but it was a vicious cycle that you were going through, and not so shamefully you’d do it over and over again until you felt like your heart was fixed. to be with your addiction in the form of a 50 something year old dirty blonde man who went by the name leon.

you weren’t sure when he became so important to you, when he became so vital in your survival with your toxic boyfriend. maybe it was when you met him at the bar in town, when he bought you drinks all night long and made you feel safe even though he was a stranger. he took you home that night and gave you his phone number after you vented about your relationship— muttering out a ‘call me when you need me’.

this time though, you didn’t call. you had acquired his address somewhere along the fine line of your friendship with him. when he was gone on his long, secret missions and you needed space his home was your safe place to go to. he gave his address in the snap of a finger as soon as you asked for it. maybe he felt the need to help someone so young and fragile, give them the life he never had at your age.

but whatever venom was in your veins, whatever baggage you came with or whatever you could possibly be going through leon would gladly drink it up. and he never had to wonder if you felt the same, because every time you showed up again it was a confirmation that you did in fact need the man to cope. however scary it was to you, you pushed it deep down and continued your ventures to him.

there was a moment where you thought that maybe you should walk away from leon, wondering if it was something wrong as you were already spoken for. but you never did anything with him, never kissed him, never fucked him. you always just went to him when you needed emotional comfort, what your boyfriend could never give you even if he tried. and leon was just too enticing to walk away from.

when his apartment complex came in to view, you picked up your walking pace a little more. you couldn’t wait to feel safe once and for all. going off the hope and prayer that leon would let you stay with him on a whim. in all these months of building a friendship with him you had at least a little bit of optimism. it was part of what was keeping you going right now— not wanting to think of the unfortunate outcome that he turns you away or has found someone new to take pity on and take in.

along the way to leon’s your phone had died and you couldn’t message him to send the code for his apartment. you would think that you would remember this, but in the state that you were in— beyond bewildered and distraught —you couldn’t bring the memory on for the life of you. so you curled up at his door and waited for him to come home. it was the only thing you could do, having no vehicle to wait in.

now that you were dormant and away from the toxicity of your old household you found yourself finally relaxing and realizing that at the end of the day maybe you were the prey in your situation. a beast of a man had found you and destroyed you until you had no other choice but to leave, praying for the woman he had coerced into bed with him. though it wasn’t your problem anymore you couldn’t help but cry.

however— after hours of keeping yourself together you let it all go at leon’s doorstep, the tears and sudden onslaught of emotions drifting you off into a light sleep though you fought so hard to stay awake. you simply had enough and despite being so exposed and left in the open where anything can happen you couldn’t help but find it easy to just give in and give up. you made a vow to not caring about anything until you laid your eyes on leon.

“oh my sweet girl, what happened? look at you, fucking gonna kill that son of a bitch if he hurt you.” the rough and angry voice of the man you wanted to be with right now was what broke your light sleep, opening your eyes to the sight of him crouched in front of you on the ground. he always knew that you only came to him if something with your partner had gone wrong or if you needed a breather, so he was right in assuming that the ‘son of a bitch’ did in fact do something wrong.

but leon looked concerned and you didn’t like it, simply because you hated worrying the poor man. he didn’t deserve your baggage, but even if you tried to protest that he would shut you down so fast. he cared about you, loved you even. and all without even being in a relationship with you, you didn’t know what you did to deserve this— him.

“leon..” you could only say his name before an onslaught of new tears had settled in, dampening your plush cheeks as his hand lifted to try and wipe them away. it was something that he was trained to do by now, having been in this position with you before. he’d gladly wipe your tears away any day though, as long as it meant he made you laugh afterwards. to cheer you up as he knew best.

but he couldn’t help but think that this time was different— your small backpack was a dead giveaway.

“come on, let’s go inside now. i’ll make you some coffee.” he helped you to your feet and steadied you as you stumbled slightly from the rush you felt in your head. god, you felt so weak and pathetic— embarrassed even. things never should’ve gotten this bad, but you were an idiot for believing that your boyfriend could ever be something more.

as soon as you stepped foot into the familiar apartment, fully engulfed in the scent of leon— cedar and whiskey — you felt yourself melt. like nothing had happened, like you didn’t just get cheated on and gutted from the inside out for catching them in the act. the thought alone made you want to curl in a ball and die all over again, but how could you when you had the whole world in the form of a man in front of you?

a man that kept you feeling safe and alive at that.

“thank you, for everything,” you began, but earned a confused look from the dirty blonde. to him it sounded like you were going to end something that he wasn’t so sure that he wanted to think of right now. “i mean for your kindness. for making me feel safe. for supporting me all this time even though you don’t have to.” you shuffled awkwardly towards the kitchen island and hopped on top of the counter. a routine you had by now.

“you don’t have to thank me sweetheart, you mean a lot to me and i’m glad to be that safe person for you.” he chuckled in somewhat of a relieved way as he set down his duffle bag from work and began making you that coffee he offered. “but where is this coming from? was it him? do i need to do some damage or what?” he tried his best to lighten the mood, but your frown was persistent.

“you know me too well leon, have i ever mentioned that?” in your own way you were trying to avoid telling the story that broke you down in ways you didn’t realize were possible in your stage of life, but as the man before you didn’t respond with anything to your question you frowned and knew that you had no other choice. “yeah, something happened. came home to him and another woman in my bed.”

“i was not kidding when i said that i’m going to kill him. dead serious sweetheart.” leon huffed immediately, fists gripping the edge of the counter so tight that his knuckles turned white. his face turned a light red as his anger rose at the fact that someone like your boyfriend could ever do that to someone so sweet as you. he knew that you loved hard, that you devoted your every being to that man. no that title was too generous in leon’s opinion— boy was more like it.

“as much as i’d like to take you up on that, i think it’ll only do you harm in the end. he’s not worth it, but maybe i deserved it, it’s what i get— ya know?” before you could let him answer you spoke again, voice on the verge of breaking once again as you slouched down in defeat.

“but it’s too late to untangle myself from that web, it’s too late to regret anything. i know i should’ve broke it off earlier, but i didn’t. now? i don’t know what to do. it’s why i came here this time.” you took a deep breath in, pointing to you backpack that laid limp against the island you were perched on. “i need somewhere to stay.”

your words broke leon inside, his demeanour softening at how broken you sounded. how helpless you’re eyes read. god he would do anything to make you happy again, to make you forget that asshole and to make you feel alive again. to feel like you could untangle yourself from the hypothetical ‘web’ that you thought you were stuck in. because god knows that you weren’t stuck, you just needed someone to treat you like the angel you were. that he knew you were.

“don’t say that sweet girl. you don’t deserve that and it isn’t too late. you can regret whatever you want but in the end it’s his loss. he lost an angel, you lost a devil. if i were you i’d take the latter.” he smiled warmly, extending his arm out with a fully made coffee in a nice red mug in your direction. you gladly took the liquid gold and began lightly sipping as he cleaned his small mess. “and of course you can stay here, who am i to say no to such an angel?”

“how do you do that leon?” you paused to take another sip, moaning at how good it tasted as you gently tapped your heals against the island while trying to hide the blush that fell upon your cheeks, “how do you know just what to say to me?”

“i know what to say to you because i care about you, i want you to be okay. to be happy.” he stepped closer to you and once again lifted his arm, but this time it was to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear that had gotten in the way of the eyes he loved to see so much. “and you deserve to be treated with the upmost respect a man can give.”

you unintentionally pressed your cheek into his palm before he could have a chance to pull away. you couldn’t help yourself in the end, he was warm and welcoming— like a life line.

maybe it was because you were overly emotional, emotionally destroyed, or just the fact that maybe you now realized that leon had in fact treated you like a goddess from the minute he met you— but you couldn’t help but want to kiss him right now. you couldn’t help but want to find comfort in the way you imagined he tasted. and you’d be lying is you told yourself it was the first time this want had been cast down on you.

“and what would that treatment be?” you questioned, voice coming off more sultry than either of you expected. you placed the half empty mug down beside you as you awaited his answer. the anticipation made your heart race— or was it the fact that leon was touching you so gently?

“that treatment would be to have someone love you unconditionally for starters,” he began, stepping another inch closer to you as his thumb now caressed the soft skin of your cheek, “to worship the ground you walk on,” you watched as he suddenly pooled to the ground in front of you on his knees, “and to praise how good you treat them any minute they could.”

your heart was now hammering hard within the confinement of your ribcage, your body trembling unintentionally, and your mind fogging over with that of lust as leon looked up at you through thick blonde lashes. his steel blue eyes were nearly overtaken by his pupils as they blew wide, and you knew exactly why as you scanned his body— eyes stopping on the semi hard-on that he had in his work slacks. he was seemingly un-phased though.

“and what if i told you that right now, the person that treats me all of those ways without fail is right in front of me?” you questioned him again, cheeks flushing red as he chuckled lowly. you soundly help but to extend your hands to cup his flushing cheeks, caressing under his eyes with your thumbs in content.

“well then i’ll be damned, because there isn’t any way that i deserve an angel like the one that’s in front of me now.” he confessed, leaning his head forward to lay a kiss upon the inside of your thigh. the gesture made you shiver physically, gasping lightly at the tingling sensation his lips left in their wake. you had been caught of guard by how bold the both of you were being suddenly, but you didn’t take the moment for granted at all.

“leon?” you took a deep breath, shaky hands finding their way into the older man’s silky smooth hair. what you were about to say would either ruin your friendship with him or blossom into something more. you would rather the second option in this very moment, part of you knowing that he would agree to anything you proposed.

“yes sweetheart?” his eyes fluttered closed as his name fell from your lips for the millionth time, but nonetheless it was music to his ears— just as much as your fingers in his hair was like the feeling of crossing the bridge to heaven. he swore he could die a happy man right now.

“please, show me how to be loved properly.” your words came off as more of a beg than you intended, but you’d be damned if you’d have it any other way. you wanted to sound desperate for him, to show him how badly you needed him and wanted him right now and for the rest of your life. because even though he’d been a great friend, now that you were free from your loyalties you couldn’t help but want more— to be ready for more.

“you’re sure that’s what you want?” he asked, as if he thought you’d say no. the way that your cheeks blossomed red so quickly, how your hands tangled in his hair as if they wanted to pull him closer to where he knew you wanted him most. he would also be a fool for denying someone like you, so pretty and ready for him. hell— he had wanted you for so long it killed him inside.

“i don’t think i’ve ever been so sure of something in my whole life leon.” and when you smiled down at him so sweetly and innocently, it was all the confirmation he needed to stand to his feet and pull you into a kiss that felt so raw and heated it nearly made his knees wobble.

it grew desperate and deep, all teeth and tongue and saliva. neither one of you wanted to pull away for air, causing you to gasp in between motions. but god neither of you could help it, both embracing the breathlessness as the desperation grew deeper and deeper that it felt like you were going to slip through the lines of reality. for once you felt like your poison was sweet enough for someone, and leon couldn’t help but to like it just how it was.

“god sweetheart, you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting for you to say that.” he rasped out as he finally broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours. you couldn’t help but whine at the loss of contact, hands gripping his biceps so tight— like if you let go the moment would be over forever.

though you wanted to say something back you simply couldn’t, too caught in the moment that all you could do is moan out and press your lips against his again. you knew that he understood that you wanted nothing but the same since you laid eyes on him, it was written all over the way your body reacted to him. how you arched your back into him, how you rolled your body and ground against his knee that was pressed against your sopping heat.

it drove him crazy in ways that not even he could explain. you knew it too. one of the many things you loved about the man before you was that he understood nearly everything about you, inside and out. even before this night, he could read you like an open book. and that was proved to you even more when he stepped back— snaking a hand between the two of you, palming your cunt before slipping two fingers along you clothed slit.

the sound that was wrung out of you by him made his entire body shiver, lips pulling away to take it how he could only ever imagine your face was. and what he saw nearly took his breath away, “look at you.” he rasped, eyes dark with lust as they bored into yours, “this is how you look when your loved properly.”

“leon..,” you mewled, “fuck please keep going, show me more.” the plea was desperate as it left your puffy pink lips, eyes dropping to watch as he teased you through your tracks. a visible wet mark was forming strongly against the contrast of the light grey fabric and you couldn’t help but loll your head back in pleasure— giving leon access to leave wet, open mouthed kisses along your pulse point.

“don’t worry baby, i’ll show you for as long as you need.” he confirmed, voice so deep that it vibrated your throat and drew a strung out high pitched moan from deep within you. “i’ll make you forget that bastard, make you remember my touch instead.”

you could cry right now with the amount of care you felt dripping off of leon. how his fingers caressed every inch of exposed skin on your body, how he took his time and made sure that you understood just how much he means the words he says. this was never something you felt with your boyfriend before— always rushing like you were just a toy that he needed to use to get a quick fix before he was on to the next best thing.

you’d never had words of affirmation, words that made you feel so safe and like you were the only girl in the world. instead you were degraded, you were beat down by harsh words. maybe it was what made leon want to talk to you the way he was right now, maybe it’s what made him was to worship you like the goddess he thought you were.

whatever it was, you were beyond thankful for it. especially when he tugged at the hem of your tank top as a signal that he wanted it off. you pulled back just an inch away from him— enough room to pull it off of your body and over you head before dropping it to the ground beside your bag. and when you finally looked back into those steel blue eyes of his you couldn’t help but feel your panties soak more.

leon’s pupils were so blown out with lust that you could barely see the colour anymore, like he just got a fix of his addiction in the form of you with your tits out and ready for him to use anyway he wanted. the thought made you shiver underneath his hard gaze, drawing him back to reality for a moment before offering a lopsided smile.

“as if you couldn’t get more beautiful baby,” he raised a hand, not bothering with permission at this point, and grasped your soft breast in his big hand. the contrast of how rough his skin looked against you supple flesh made him moan lowly, connecting his lips back to yours in another passionate make out. all the while he was squeezing and toying your nipple between his thumb and index digits.

as much as you looked beautiful, your sounds were out of this world as leon’s ears took them in with one hundred percent concentration. how could he not? “love those sounds.” leon couldn’t help but make it a point to call it out as it was, he thought that you were so beyond enticing this way.

“all for me.”

“i’m such a lucky man.”

“no son of a bitch deserves to hear your beautiful voice like this sweetheart, not even me.”

all the words you needed to hear were rasped out into your ear as he dropped your breasts, both hands moving in tandem to pull you off the counter and into his arms as he moved you to his bedroom. he placed you ever so gently on the plush mattress and grabbed the waist band of your pants, eyes staring into your soul for any signs of hesitation— when none was found he yanked your tracks off, underwear coming with them slowly peeling away from your soaked pussy.

you felt small under his gaze, like you could curl into a ball and die even more as his mouth falls slack looking at your body naked for the first time. it was like it was his first time seeing a woman nude all over again, dick growing so hard that it hurt from behind the zipper confines of his slacks— not for long though as he quickly slipped out of his compression tee and undid his pants.

he then brought two fingers up to run along the now bare folds that glistened so sweetly in the dim light of his bedroom. then and there leon realized that he could get used to this live in situation if it meant that he got to see just how wet he made you every single gruelling day. maybe his job would be worth it if he got to come home and rub your sensitive clit in slow circles like he was now.

“fuck leon— feels so good.” you moaned, not caring how loud you got. you were hooked on the feeling of your orgasm slowly building up. one of which you hadn’t had in months now, or maybe hadn’t had ever. the waves rippling through your stomach were like no other, sending pleasure throughout your entire being.

and when he stuck two fingers inside of your tight cunt, it made every wave double. your body couldn’t help but to arch against his, legs propped up slightly so you could grind down on his hand as he scissored you open. that blissful coil that had been winding tight finally felt like it was going to spill over the edge so deliciously.

you whined out, “shit! shit! shit! i’m gonna— i’m go-” you could barely even finish your sentence before you came hard, cunt gripping his fingers as it flutters through the pleasure.

“god sweetheart that’s it, fucking soaking my fingers like a good girl— mhmm.” leon praised, watching as he brought one finger to his mouth— sucking your honey off of the digit like it was his last meal. tongue swirling, eyes fluttering closed, head lolling back. you could cum again just from the sight, until he came to and brought the second finger up to your lips— urging you to do as he did. and when you complied, my god did he nearly break right there.

“fuuuuuck,“ he dragged the word with a throaty moan as your mimicked how you would suck his dick on his finger, “how could anyone hurt you when you’re this good huh? tasting yourself on my finger like this.” with his free hand he reached up to tuck a strand of stray hair behind your ears, looking at you with so much love and adoration that you felt like crying for what felt like the millionth time.

you release his finger with a pop, “dunno leon, never got praised like this before— never felt like this before.” your confession is what brought of the watery eyes, tears now threatening to spill instead of just thinking about it. “no one’s looked at me like this before, like they love me. you love me right leon?”

to anyone else this may have been a bold question to ask, especially when the circumstance was how it was now between you and the dirty blonde. you had been friends for nearly the entirety of your relationship with your now ex-boyfriend, always a hint of yearning in between the lines. but now that your losses were cut you felt free to be able to express how you wanted to be treated, how you wanted to be loved. and leon understood that so much that you almost couldn’t believe it.

“my sweet girl, i love you so fucking much of hurts. you have no idea,” he leaned down and pressed soft kisses to the side of your neck, “you deserve this baby, deserve the world. deserve anything a poor man could give. and trust me, i’ll give it all to you. whatever you ask, whatever you want or need.” as he spoke he had settled between your legs, pressing his now unclothed cock on the sensitive folds of your pussy. you couldn’t help but moan as fears spilt freely now, the feeling resembling nothing coherent to you right now.

your brain was fogged and engulfed by leon that you hadn’t even realized that he was now lining himself with your entrance— no spit or lube needed —and began pushing gently into your still, almost too tight, fluttering hole.

“all i need is you.” you sobbed out, hands flying to his back— gripping at his muscular frame as he stretched you wide, inch by inch, until he was all the way in and brushing against your cervix already. “it’s all i’ve ever needed— ngghh, fuck!”

he started moving at a slow pace, moving one of your legs to drape over his shoulder so he could get a full few of your entire body as he fucked you like he’s never done before. the feeling was so raw and desperate, so lustful and passionate. it wasn’t one of those one night stand quick fucks that last 5 minutes— no. it was one in which leon felt like he could never live without now, like your pussy was made specifically for him as it squelched around his cock. he was even more addicted than ever.

“that’s it baby, take it— what you deserve. to feel so good— fuck your milking it sweet girl.” as his thrusts came down, yours went up to meet them, chasing your impending second orgasm as the all too familiar feeling springs into your lower abdomen again. his words of praise and pure filth spurring you on to move faster against him, you knew you deserved him.

“god leon!” you practically screamed, though your voice was straining against the harsh contrast of pleasure spilling over the edge, “keep talking to me, fuck i’m gonna cum again… please.” you begged again, knowing that only makes him weaker.

“i know baby, i can feel you squeezing me like the good girl you are,” he moaned loudly, thrusts becoming deeper and sloppier as his own release was being chased with precision. every slick noise that came from your pussy was like a mantra to him as his ears began ringing, stars threatening to cover his vision of the angel beneath him— his name falling from your lips like a perfect harmony to your sex.

“come on sweet girl, cum on my cock.” the final words that broke you fell from leon’s mouth as he leaned in, just barely folding you in half to press his lips against yours— tongue entering your mouth as you reciprocated, orgasm crashing over you so hard that you couldn’t think or talk. you were a babbling and moaning mess beneath him, causing his own release to crash over him. white, thick ropes of cum spurting into you as if he couldn’t comprehend to pull out for the life of him.

“fuck i love you so much leon.” you whined out against his lips, grinding your hips to wring out the last few waves of pleasure that you had lingering.

“i love you too sweet girl, i’ll show you until i physically can’t anymore.” and for once, you never had to question if a man was lying about his intention.

and best part was? you weren’t the prey anymore.

[kennedysbbyy]

wearing his initial on your thigh

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MDNI

you knew leon would be sulking again after that one hell of a mission, but this time you had something to cheer him up with.

you walked out of the bedroom feeling all giddy wearing nothing but one of leon’s oversized button ups, half undone, slipping off one shoulder and that one single accessory—

his initial. a sleek, elegant ‘L’ dangling high on your thigh. the cool metal rested against your warm skin, held in place by a thin black garter.

leon was lounging on the couch with a glass of whiskey halfway to his lips when you come over and straddle him. his blue eyes drag slowly down your body, lingering on the chain “what the hell…?” his voice comes out low and surprised. “is that?”

you smile, a little shy, tilting your hips and letting the hem of the shirt ride up higher so he gets the full view “thought you might like this, honey” and just like that, his whiskey glass lowers, laying forgotten on the coffee table.

leon was on his feet in a heartbeat. his strong hands grip your waist, yanking you against him. he slides one palm down, his fingers tracing the garter strap before hooking under the chain itself, tugging it gently and you feel his cock twitch against your stomach through his pants.

“jesus christ, baby” he breathes against your neck, teeth grazing your skin “you wearing my letter right there?” you nod, your cheeks flushed.

leon slips his other hand under your shirt, cupping your bare ass and squeezing it hard enough to make you gasp. he walks you backward until your shoulders hit the wall and then he drops to one knee, mouth hovering against your inner thigh “fuck…baby, you look so good”

he presses his mouth to the inside of your thigh, right beside the chain, sucking a bruising mark to your skin while his fingers toy with the dangling ‘L’.

the cool metal against your skin with the heat of his tongue makes you moan so fucking hard.

“look at you” he murmurs, his voice vibrating against your pussy “soaking already and i’ve barely touched you”

“leon…” you whimper

“my good girl, aren’t you?” his fingers trace the delicate chain around your thigh “walking around with my initial on her pretty thigh like a fucking collar”

he suddenly stands, lifting you up effortlessly. your legs wrap around his waist as he carries you to the bedroom, his mouth crashing into yours in a desperate, hungry kiss.

he drops you onto the bed and your gaze instantly falls to the large, damp patch blooming across his white shirt, a clear evidence of just how desperately soaked you’d gotten while he carried you. the wet fabric was stuck to his skin, outlining the hard lines of his chest.

“fuck…” you breathed. he really had made you that wet.

leon stands at the edge of the bed, unbuckling his belt slowly, his eyes locked on the chain gleaming between your spread thighs.

“keep it on” he says, his voice rough. his cock springs free, hard and dripping with his precum “you’re not taking it off until i fuck you so deep you feel my name on you for days”

he climbs over you, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand while the other yanks the garter aside, slipping in two thick fingers into your wet pussy.

“mine” leon rasps, curling his fingers just right and thumb circling your clit until your back arches “say it”

“y-yours” you moan, your thighs trembling around the silver ‘L’ that started all of this.

“damn right” he smirks as he pulls his hand away and lines his cock up at your entrance. he rubs the swollen head against your slick folds a few times before thrusting in hard. the chain bounces against your thigh with every rough snap of his hips— a constant reminder that you’re his, body, soul and every filthy inch in between.

I NEED HIM SOOOO BAD AAAARGGHH

(divider isn’t mine, credits to the owner)

[ushiwakaout]

Hi👋, I love your writing 💖, i don't know if the requests are open or not if not please ignore it, Female reader is fed up with Leon constantly teasing her about the noises she makes and her “addiction” to kissing him too much, so she decides it’s time for payback. She comes up with a plan: she is going to do. Reverse cowgirl Leon is only allowed to watch—no touching, no interrupting, no getting his way. To make it worse for him, she keeps herself completely quiet, stuffing a cloth in her mouth so not a single sound slips out, Now Leon has to suffer through the ultimate punishment: no touching, no hearing, and no reading her reactions—while she makes sure he knows exactly why he’s being punished.

+ NSFW [+18] MDNI

+ slight changes for plot purposes

+ pretty much porn with plot

Never proof read…

Leon’s jaw continuously clenched. He was blindfolded, cuffed, and yearning to touch you. The metal around his wrist that was once cold to the ouch, left hot scratches on his skin.

He wanted to break your bed frame.

You bit around a thick cloth, your moans refrained from escaping. He wanted to pull you by the neck to rip that stupid fabric out of your mouth. He could feel the way your toes would curl up against his bare thigh, kicking at him as you bottomed out.

Again.

Again.

And again.

He couldn’t see but he could feel that milky white ring (that would leave your pussy glistening for him) forming.

Your hands placed right above his knee, lightly tightening your grip as you continuously rolled your hips.

If he thought dealing with bio-terrorism was hard, not being able to touch his fucking fiancé while she rolled her hips as she rode him was so— so fucking hard.

“[Name]… Come on I was just teasing you.” It was the first time you really noticed it. The erotic moan you made quietly when he kissed you deeply. Leon laughed into the kiss, upsetting you. When you asked, “what’s so funny?”, he told you the observation he’d been aware for a while now.

You’re hiding you head in your hands, he’s holding your wrist to try and pull them away but you hold your ground, “Honey, this is hurting you more than it’s hurting me, I’m not even trying…” Slowly surrendering you hands to your lap, you look at him with a pout. He brushed away the hair that fell on top of your face, “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“It’s something to be very embarrassed about! My body just reacts to y—you! It’s not fair!”

He should have kept his mouth shut.

In the following days, Leon would give you a kiss and you would begin to slowly refrain from making any noise.

It started at work.

Then in public.

And finally the worst, in private.

He was becoming irritated as he tried everything.

Kissing the favorite spot on your neck.

Running his hand underneath your clothes, caressing your soft skin.

He even almost resorting to bending you over his desk and fucking you in the office. Your usual behavior stayed the same, but he couldn’t help but think that you had been doing this to get back at him for his teasing comments.

You had come in to give him a file.

One thing led to another and he had your ass pressed up against his desk, looming before you, blocking off your only exit. “Leon, I need to get back to work.” Your words came out apathetically as he slowly began to unbutton your blouse.

He stopped right underneath the lining of your bra, using his thumbs to spread the fabric open, but before he could get any further, you slapped your fiancés hand away. “Get your hands off me—pervert.”

“Me? I’m not the one who can’t keep her little noises to herself when we kiss.”

Unimpressed with the continued teasing, she buttoned up her shirt. Staring at him blankly.

What she did next, left him speechless as she strode out his office.

She pulled the bottom hem of her skirt up her thighs, pulling a black slim fabric to fold it. Her heals tapped against the floor as she walked up to him, tucking the black fabric into the front pocket of his pants. “I’m not the one who’s hard, Mr.Kennedy.” She leaned in close to his ear, “You wanna tease? Two can play at this game.”

This is how Leon ended up cuffed to his bed.

You broke first. The teasing had become too sexually frustrating.

He always knew you’d crack first, “You physically have to restrain yourself from making those pretty noises baby, I think you’re losing this battle.”

You rolled your eyes at him, pushing his face, shoving your palm against his grin, “Leave me alone…” He obviously ignored your request.

That same night you lured him into your share bedroom. “Are you ready to wave the white flag now?”

He heard you for the first time since you started riding him, “Are you ready to— heh— wave the white flag now, Leon?” He felt you pull your pussy away from him, squeezing his tip before you readjusted. Your hands caressed his abdomen, then up to his chest before delicately wrapping them around his neck. You faced him now, but he still couldn’t see you, just feel you. “I asked you a question—” Your hands let go of his neck, one reaching to line him up against you and the other one pressing against this abs.

He groaned in pleasure between gritted teeth when he felt your cunt wrap around his tip again. “A—Are you to fucking pussy drunk to answer?” You cooed, feeling every inch of him. “Heh— Fuck you feel so fucking good…” He could hear the ecstasy coming from your voice, “You wanna know why I make those stupid noises when we kiss— hah— I can’t believe I’m admitting to this— because I am a fucking pervert… Any time you kiss me it’s like I get war flashbacks of us fucking— ugh! Fuck you feel sooo fucking good.”

You only heard it happening.

The cracking of the wood.

It made you yelp.

Not only the cracking of the wood, but the fact that you felt Leon grab you by the waist to tackle you against the bed.

His blue lustful eyes looking back at you as he had your arms pinned above your head.

“I fucking love you… you know that right?” He watched you nod vigorously. “You know I’d never do anything to hurt you, right?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Because I’m don’t playing nice guy… You had your fun— Now I get mine.”

About an hour later:

“I can’t believe you broke the bed frame…”

You leaned up again the doorframe with only his tee shirt. You gotten up to leave for the restroom to find Leon still lounging underneath the covers. “I can’t believe you made me, break the bed frame.” You let out an amused giggle, shaking your head in disapproval. “Pervert.”

“Don’t start Fiancé, we’ll end up breaking another bed frame.”

“It’s not like I’m paying for it.”

“Touché.”

[Thank you for your request!]

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Recently written: Leon as Captain America AU

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Request for Leon taking care of drunk reader while she has absolutely no filter 🫠

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"Easy there," Leon said, his voice warm with amusement as he guided you through the front door. His hand was on your lower back, steadying you when you stumbled over the front step. Your vision tilted, spinning In a kaleidoscope of colors as you blindly reached out to Leon's arm to keep upright, except you missed and got a handful of his chest instead.

"Oops," you giggled, not removing your hand. Your fingers squeezing experimentally.

"Honk Honk," you said, giggling to yourself.

Leon’s eye widened and he scoffed in disbelief.

"I think they're bigger than mine," you announced, still groping his pecs like you were testing the ripeness of fruit at the grocery store.

"They are not," he said fighting back laughter. You kept your hands exactly where they were, looking up at him with exaggerated innocence. He raised one eyebrow; his expression amused.

"Can I help you?" he asked leaning into your hands with a crooked smirk on his lips.

"No," you said brightly a smile on your face, giving his chest another appreciative squeeze. "Can I help you, sir? These look heavy."

He couldn’t help the laugh that burst out of him. You laughed with him before you melted into his arms, pressing your face against his neck and inhaling deeply. 

"Mmm, you smell so good.” Before you pulled back slightly resting your chin on his chest to look into his eyes. You studied his face with a theatrically confused look on your face. “Y’know, you look Like... like...Like my husband. Who I love. Did you know I have the hottest husband in the whole world?"

"You might've mentioned it," he said, trying to hide his smile as he kicked the door shut behind you. "About fifteen times on the drive home."

"Only fifteen?" You frowned, genuinely concerned. "That's not enough. You're so—" You poked his chest emphatically with each word. "Fucking. Hot. Leon."

He caught your hand before you could poke him again, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "Let's get you some water, Okay?"

But you had other ideas. Your free hand slid down his torso, and you looked up at him through your lashes. "Or... we could skip the water and get wet in other ways."

"Water first," he said firmly ignoring your lewd suggestion, though his eyes had darkened slightly. He guided you toward the kitchen, keeping one arm around you because you kept veering off course and stumbling over nothing. When you rounded the corner and almost knocked your wedding pictures off the wall, he had enough and bent down, scooping you up to throw you over his shoulder, one hand coming down on your ass with a sharp smack that made you yelp.

"Leon!" you squealed, but you were grinning and laughing as he carried you toward the kitchen. Your hands immediately mischievously slid down his firm back to grab his ass in return, squeezing a handful shamelessly.

"Mrs. Kennedy," Leon said, his voice strained with barely contained laughter. "Please keep your hands to yourself."

"No," you said simply, squeezing again for emphasis. He shook his head before he reached back behind him to gather both of your wrists to hold them captive, he was still grinning as he carried you toward the kitchen. You pouted the whole way there, then immediately perked up when he deposited you onto the counter, standing in-between your legs. "Ooh, I like this." You said wrapping your legs around his waist before he could step away, pulling him close. "No! Stay." you immediately lunged forward, trying to steal a kiss.

"I need to get you water," he said, but he didn't move after that, his hands settling on your thighs.

"Don't care." You cupped his face in both hands, studying him. "Your eyes are so pretty and I love your face." You traced his bottom lip with your thumb. "Everything about you is pretty. How did I get so lucky?"

His expression softened, and he leaned in to kiss your forehead. "I'm the lucky one."

"Don't you know the saying that the wife is always right," you insisted, tightening your legs around him. "You're stuck with me now. Forever. You married me. No takebacks."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he murmured, reaching past you to grab a glass from the cabinet. You took advantage of his proximity to kiss his neck, your hands sliding under his shirt.

Leon caught you by the shoulders, holding you at arm's length. "Water first."

"Kiss first," you counter offered, trying to lean around his hands.

"Water," he repeated not coming down from his initial starting offer, he drove a hard bargain and you couldn't talk him down. You pouted dramatically as he stepped over to the sink, swinging your legs and watching him. Your eyes never left him as he filled the glass, tracking every movement like a cat watching a bird out the window. You made another grab for him wrapping around him like a koala, nipping at his neck as he tried to fill the glass.

"Baby," he said, his voice strained as he filled the glass with water. "You need to drink water."

"I need to drink you," you said, then dissolved into giggles at your own terrible line. "Get it? Because you're a tall glass of—"

"I got it," he said, laughing despite himself. He pressed the glass into your hand. "Drink."

"You're trying to waterboard me," you whined, but you took a sip anyway, never breaking eye contact. The moment you swallowed, you set the glass down and reached for him again. "There. Water. Now kiss."

"More water," he said, fighting back a smile as he pushed the glass back toward you. You took another exaggerated sip, then another, then drained half the glass in one go. "Happy?"

"With you? Always," he said sweetly and you almost melted into a puddle on the counter, he stepped between your legs letting you wrap them around his waist.

You immediately cupped his face, pulling him close. "I love you so much," you breathed, suddenly serious despite the alcohol buzzing through your system. " You're the best thing that ever happened to me, and you're so good to me. Even when I'm being silly."

His expression softened completely, and he leaned his forehead against yours. "You're always a little silly. That's why I love you." he said softly, his hands coming up to cradle your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks.

"Don't be so sweet to me," you said, your voice wobbling, overwhelmed by the alcohol and emotions. "I'll cry."

"Can't help it," he said, kissing the tip of your nose. You pulled him into a messy and enthusiastic kiss, he could taste the sweetness of the coconut and milk and sour tang of pineapple from the Piña colada’s you'd been drinking. He kissed you back just as thoroughly, one hand tangling in your hair while the other gripped your hip.

When you finally broke apart, both of your chests were heaving, breathing hard. You grinned at him, feeling floaty and warm and so, so in love with the man Infront of you, taking such good care of you even though you were making it your mission to make it as difficult as possible. "Take me to bed?"

"To sleep," he clarified stubbornly, though his voice was a little rough after the kiss.

"Sure," you agreed easily, knowing you'd try to change his mind the second you got there. "Whatever you say, handsome."

He shook his head fondly and scooped you up, carrying you toward the bedroom while you peppered his jaw and neck with kisses, your hands never quite managing to stay to yourself. 

The mattress bounced as you flopped onto it, sprawling out like a starfish before you started making sheet angels in the dark navy bed sheets. Leon stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at you with an exasperated but completely smitten look, he couldn’t even try and hide it.

"Don't move," he said sternly pointing to you like you were a unruly dog, before heading to the bathroom.

"Can't promise anything," you called after him, already rolling onto your side and nearly tumbling off the bed. You caught yourself at the last second, giggling. Your dress was rucked up and bunched around your waist, your whole ass out as you rolled over and mashed your face directly into his pillow, letting a drawn-out moan at his scent. Breathing in the notes of the honey and vanilla of the new detergent you just bought, mixed with his own woodsy shampoo that was still lingering on the fabric. 

He returned with a makeup wipe, sitting on the edge of the mattress. His hand reached up and gently pulled your dress back into place where it had ridden up, his palm coming to rest on your hip, his thumb tracing along your curves.

"Come on, sit up for me," he said softly, his other hand sliding to your back to help you.

You pushed yourself upright with his help, swaying slightly, and when you saw the makeup wipe in his hand your whole face lit up.

"You remembered!" you said, your words slurring together in your excitement. "You're the best husband ever. I hate waking up with crusty makeup. It's so gross and my face feels all—" You made a disgusted noise, scrunching up your nose.

"I know," Leon said, his expression fond. "That's why I'm doing this."

"You're perfect," you sighed, crawling toward him on your hands and knees, aiming to look seductive and enticing but coming off more like Bambi as you overshoot and bumped into his chest. "Oops." You said laughing as you melted into his chest and he took all of your weight holding you up as he went to clean your face.

"Yeah, oops," he said, his arm coming around your waist to hold you up, while bringing the wipe to your face with the other.

The cool, damp cloth touched your cheek, and you immediately started complaining as he wiped your lips off. "Mmhhhnn!"

"Hold still," Leon said, his voice patient as he cupped the back of your head to keep you in place trying to be even more gentle then before. "You'll thank me in the morning."

"I won't," you insisted, even though you knew he was right, squirming as he wiped away your mascara and eyeshadow. "This is cruel and unusual punishment."

"Mm-hmm." He tilted your chin up, carefully cleaning around your eyes. "So cruel. Taking care of my drunk wife." You tried to protest again but he was already moving to your other eye, his touch gentle despite your fussing. When he finally pulled the wipe away, now thoroughly covered in foundation and mascara. Once he was done you puckered your lips expectantly, eyes still closed.

When nothing happened, you cracked one eye open to find him watching you with barely suppressed amusement. Then his hands came up to squish your cheeks together, making your lips pucker even more before he leaned in and gave you the tiniest quickest peck, releasing you.

"That's it?" you demanded sadly. "That's all I get?"

"That's all you get until you're in bed," he said, standing and moving to the dresser. He pulled out one of his old t-shirts, your favorite one to sleep in. You made grabby hands at it, but when he tried to help you out of your dress, you went completely limp. "Can't move. Too drunk. Guess I have to sleep like this."

"Nice try." He maneuvered your arms out of the sleeves despite your best efforts to be as unhelpful as possible, flopping around like a fish out of water. When he finally got the dress off and tried to put the shirt on you, you suddenly had the energy to twist away.

"Wait, I changed my mind. I want the blue one."

"This is the blue one."

"The other blue one."

"You're wearing this one," Leon said firmly, catching you around the waist and wrestling the shirt over your head. You emerged from the neck hole with your hair sticking up in every direction, and he smoothed it down with a fond shake of his head.

The second you were dressed; you threw yourself backward onto the mattress, like a Victorian lady with a fainting spell. You flung one arm over your eyes; the back of your other hand pressed to your forehead.

"My husband doesn't love me anymore. He's so mean. He forces me to drink water and wear shirts to bed. And he won't ravish me like I know he wants to."

Leon couldn't help but laugh, if there was one thing his wife was when she was drunk, it was honest.

"Sooo tragic," you continued, your voice dripping with drama. "Death from no Snu-Snu."

You peeked out from under your arm to watch as he pulled his own shirt off to get ready for bed, and the entire act you had put on crumbled instantly. Your eyes went wide, tracking the movement of fabric up his torso, over his shoulders. You attempted a whistle, what came out was more of a pathetic swoosh of air with no substance. You tried again, pursing your lips with intense concentration. This time nothing came out at all, you looked like you were trying to blow out candles on an invisible birthday cake, your cheeks puffing out uselessly.

"Are you done?" Leon asked in amusement as he watched your increasingly desperate attempts. You tried one final time, producing what one might call a raspberry, and that was apparently his limit. He grabbed the edge of the blanket and yanked, rolling you up in it like a burrito before you could even protest. You let out a muffled "Hey!" as he climbed in behind you and pulled you flush against his bare chest, wrapping both of you in the cocoon of blankets.

"Just go to sleep, baby." he murmured against your hair, his arm curled around your waist.

You wanted to say how much you loved him or how the joke was on him because this was exactly where you wanted to be, but the words were stuck in your throat as your eyelids grew heavy with sleep. The room was soft and fuzzy around the edges of your vision, and his heartbeat was lulling you to sleep, you were so comfortable, so safe, so...

A soft snore escaped you as you finally closed your eyes, tucked safely in Leon’s arms. Leon pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his own eyes drifting closed, a soft smile still on his lips.

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Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoyed anon! I wasn’t sure if you wanted something a little spicy but it turned out more sweet! This might be the last little blurb while I’m lock in and finish my WIP request fic I’ve been working on it for a while and I'm finally editing it…and I’m literally so close…Hopefully, I finish it by tomorrow....

[priestfuckerr]

a priest who recites his scripture in your ear as he fucks you, just hoping it will atone him of his awful sins, stuttering on his words as his pleasure overwhelms him. eventually he loses his focus, his mind lost on how good you make his cock feel, only able to whimper out "oh, God, forgive me, please" as his orgasm rocks his body ❤️

[heavvyssoul]

@uglylittlelamb