Just watched supergirl and oh my god i am so obssed with the fact that we have a female main character and shes sloppy and snippy and rude and an alcoholic and messy and flawed. And yet shes still able to be kind and good and be an inspiration to people. All while not having a romance and while not trying to appeal to anyone. This is what everything should be.
Red Hood is the type to break into the storage closet of a diner after getting his ass handed to him. He falls onto his back after crawling through the window, a loud ‘oomf’ escapes his lips.
You pull on your wired earbuds… Was your mind playing games on you? It was your turn to start cleaning up the back as the night slowed down, you always hated being back here on your own. Tip toeing towards the storage closet, pressing your ear against the door, you hear shuffling. Cussing to yourself, you grab the metal bat the boss kept near by and inched your way back to the closet. Fingers wiggling above the handle, you hesitate before swinging the door open.
The masked vigilante is passed out on your floor, yet again. You let out a heavy sigh of relief, “Todd… thank god it’s just you.” Lightly kicking his shoulder, he’s more out cold than you though. He’d owe you a big favor later.
⸝⸝ Jason Todd owns the mechanic shop down the street from a sleepy used bookstore that almost never sees a customer; which means the girl behind the counter has more than enough time on her hands to reorganize shelves, read and reread donated books too battered to put on the shelves, drink way too much coffee, and pretend she isn't watching the broad-shouldered mechanic who keeps making new excuses to come in during his lunch breaks.
pairing :: mechanic! jason todd x used bookstore employee! reader
content :: can vary by chapter . . . fluff, slow burn-ish, modern au, occasional light angst, potential smut in future chapters.
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lambie's notes :: MAJOR EDIT MADE 16/06 !! after some more brainstorming and planning the set of of this series has changed !! the first 20 or so chapters will be a some-what continuous story ( they can technically be read as stand alone fics, but will make the most sense & have the best flow if read in order ) any additions after the first 20 chapters are still up in the air for whether or not they'll follow in order, or be stand alone, or a mix of both ( i have admittedly not planned that far ) i have no writing or posting schedule, but i will try to get a part out at least every other week, if not once a week. ( i know the mechanic jason au is very common. i hope this is original enough for it to still be enjoyable ^u^ )
CH. 01 — Out of Print
Jason owns the mechanic shop down the street from the used bookstore where you work. He wanders in one day waiting for his friend Roy to drop off a part for his current project. You think he's just killing time, Jason says he's bored and staying out of the heat. Neither of you expected him to buy a paperback he clearly doesn't need, and keep finding reasons to come back.
CH. 02 — Lunch Breaks
Jason starts spending his lunch breaks at your bookstore. Well, first he starts eating near the store, outside on the curb, close enough you can see him through the front windows. He slowly moves closer, until eventually he's eating leaning against the doorway, just inside inside, until he's eating sat behind the counter with you. He says it's because your shop is quieter than his garage, which may be true, but he always brings enough food for two.
CH. 03 — Mutual Favors
Your car starts making a noise that sounds like Hell itself is speaking to you through your breaks, and Jason insists on checking it. You try and pay him, he refuses to even give you a number. You swear you're going to do something to repay him, which leads to the two of you entering a dance of traded favors.
Ex Husband! Leon Kennedy will devote himself to getting you back. You left the ring in his hands with tears in your eyes. “I’m putting myself in the line of fire just so one of us can get better…” He doesn’t argue. He doesn’t fight. He knows you’re right.
Loading your bags into the trunk of the car, he holds you tight one final time. He kisses the crown of your head and that’s when the tears come.
Ex Husband! Leon Kennedy who comes knocking at your door when you have someone else deliver him the divorce papers. “You could have had the decency to give these to me yourself.” It had been a little more than 24 hours since he must have gotten them, “Y— You signed them already?” He’s holding the yellow envelope out to you. “Isn’t that what you wanted?” The stacks of papers are shoved lightly against your diaphragm.
You sit alone in the apartment you shared with him, staring at the open envelope. It’s been a second since you did, unable to reach for the stack of papers inside. You haven’t stopped bouncing your knee since you’ve sat down. Bitting your nails one more time, finally, you lunge forward to pull out the paperwork, quickly flipping it over on the highlighted tab—
Leon Kennedy is really fond of his in laws. He never had family and never had someone take him in the way they had. He’s sitting on the living room couch of your childhood home, holding a framed picture of him as a child. Leon remembers when you asked for baby pictures of him, he thought nothing of it when you didn’t give them back.
There he sat quietly. “Hey...” The softness of your voice breaks him out of his deep thoughts. Leon looks up at you with tears in his eyes, “Baby— W-What’s wrong?” Slowly shaking his head he puts down the framed picture next to your own before he stands, pulling you into a tight embrace. “Thank you for giving me the family I never had.”
Teen! Gojo Satoru seems like the type to only hold the door for you. You’ll be walking into a convenient store and his hands drift away from your lower back for a moment to reach for his phone— when someone begins to approach the door. He’s apathetically waiting for them to get closer just so he can expand his infinity, watching the pedestrian bounce back against nothing. “Sorry, I only open the door for my beautiful partner.” He hears you call out his name from somewhere deep in the store, “Coming my dear!”
Leon Kennedy being super soft for his older fiancé. His grey blends in well with his blonde, and you envy the fuck out of him for it. You don’t realize that Leon thinks it’s the sexiest thing in the world. You wear maturity with grace. He loves tucking the grey locks behind your ear or running his finger through them and it would break his heart if you dyed it. “I like it.” He tells you as you lay in bed together, “It’s a reminder that I get to watch the love of my life grow old beside me… I never thought I’d be so lucky to have that.” You returned the hair dye you bought the next day.
+ reader is described to have hair long enough to use an elastic
+ plot with porn (aka slow burn)
+ longest fic i've written since my comeback. be proud.
+ mentions of suicide
proof read to the best of my abilities (omg)…
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“I wanna fuck a priest.” You bluntly told your therapist. Her head rose from her notebook, pen still moving as she finished up the last sentence. “Catholic?” She asked, you nodded, she hummed, "A good one?" You nodded quicker, she hummed, “With the whole—” She moved her hand above her chest, finger wiggling, suggesting his attire. “Yes, with the whole vestments, the cassock, the roman collar, yeah— yup.” You confirmed, swallowing hard.
Softly she spoke, “I understand…” Nodding in understanding. The therapist took a moment, removing her glasses, looking back at her notes.
In the chair, you restlessly readjusted yourself as she processed your predicament. “Do you wanna fuck the priest or do you want to fuck god?”
Almost in the same beat, "You can fuck god?" You asked, taken by surprise.
Believing in god wasn’t ever your thing. How could people believe in something they’ve never seen. Everyone always told you it was strong feelings.
Some strong bullshit, you thought.
Hearing her take a breath, lips parting to say something, “No— no, I don’t want to fuck god." You blurted, "I don’t even believe in god. I- I- I just want to fuck him.”
You left your appointment with less clarity than before.
Leaning up against the wall of a local restaurant, you pinched the bridge of your nose.
Your family was waiting inside, along with the priest that would marry your father and the best friend of your dead mother.
“My name is Leon, nice to meet you.” His hand squeezed yours. A little too hard and a little too fast. "[Name]..." Your mouth became instantly dry. "Like wise." The priest hands cupped yours for a moment too long. Staring longingly at each other. Their souls started to wonder if they've met in another life.
Her hand felt too right in his.
Soon to be step-mother, cleared her throat from the reserved table. She was still sat, grinning in a forced manner, "My, my, [Name] don't you look well... Tell me, how have you been?" Winding it around like a counting down timer, she stirred her glass of wine.
Leon felt her hand drift away, no longer feeling her warmth. He would later excuse himself to the restroom, taking a wet paper towel against his hot skin. He could smell the cigaret that faintly lingered on your skin.
The priest came back to a full table. Their eldest daughter arriving with her husband. The only chair left, was beside her. He swallowed hard, pulling the chair out.
You scooted out, further away from him.
Fuck, he thought to himself. He wanted you closer.
Trying his best not to get in your personal bubble, he sat and adjusted himself. Don't be fucking awkward, he cursed himself.
"What was that?" He hears the feet of your chair drag back to its original spot.
His eyes met yours.
Clearly confused, brows furrowed, trying to figure out what he thought he said in his head seconds ago. "N—Nothing, fuck— sorry that was supposed to be in my head." He whispered back, leaning closer to your shoulder.
Feeling his hot breath against your skin made goosebumps crawl at the back of your neck. Stifling a laugh that almost escaped, "Are priest allowed to cuss this much? Or are you just a cool priest?" You watched his lips part, unable to decide between a response or smiling like an idiot.
"What about you, father?" The mother in law cut in, loudly. She didn't enjoy the action of them interacting.
From the perspective of the table, the priest and yourself looked like two school students who had been caught gossiping in class. They slowly leaned back into their respective seats. It felt like two connected magnets pulling apart, trying hard to come back closer.
Taking a sip of wine, you cleared your throat, setting it down on the table.
Mother, I hope your watching this from above... or below... Your best friend is a cunt.
Your thoughts are distracted you feel something strike your ankle under neath the table. Shifting your gaze, you’re faced with your sister, "Fix your face." She mouthed.
Granting her a kick back, the table and cutlery bounced at the time your sister jolted, "Cunt." You mouthed back. Her jaw fell into a silent gasp, holding back a pained yelp and the urge to tackle her baby sister.
“Is everything alright, girls?” Their father asked from the head of the table.
Making herself look more on edge then intended, your eldest sister replies quickly, "Yup! All good dad, isn't that right, [Name]?" Leaning into her chair, she sighed quietly to herself before gulping back the remainder of her wine.
Nodding in agreement, a soft genuine smile on your lips as you reply, "Yeah, all good..." The priest took notice of the way you lost focus for a moment, eyes rested on your hands, leaning back as if you had been the only person in the room— just for a moment.
For a while, dinner was normal.
Your soon to be step-mother laid her hand on the forearm of the priest, remembering how entranced you became as he rolled them up before eating. He wore navy grey slacks and a solid matte black button down that slightly exposed his collarbone.
It was noticeable how fit he was underneath it all.
"I didn't know you could go without—" she pointed up at her neck, waving it across her neck, "your doggie collar."
"You mean the roman collar with the cassock..."
The whole table went quiet at the interruption of your voice. All heads turned to look at you, head tilted back as you drank the remanence of your wine. The priest noticed that your eyes went a little wide. Eyes drifted around the table, "What? I've read the bible." You state.
"You've read the bible?" The eldest sisters husband asked in disbelief. You shrugged, "I’m agnostic, not illiterate. Unlike you, I can read and comprehend."
The needy waitress came as to butt in and save the day from his response, "Would anyone like another drink?" Raising a finger to catch her attention, "I'll take a tequila—"
"I'll take one as well." The priest holds up two fingers when you turn to look at him, a faint smile on his lips before focusing back to the table.
Your step mother to be, began another one of her stories. This was a three course dinner, if you didn't escape outside now— you'd probably end up slitting your throat. "I'll be back, I need some fresh air."
That's how you ended up here... Forehead pressed against the wall, exhaling cigaret smoke towards the brick. The breeze felt good against the sweaty patches on your skin.
Inside the restaurant, you had to avert your eyes from the priest more than you'd like to admit. After a few drinks he began to sit more comfortably, he didn't sit all the way back, he leaned with his biceps crossed. If his arms weren't so big his pecs would be protruding. It made your mouth water. It kept you sipping on the bottomless wine.
Hence the slight sway as you stood.
Hence why you've become so hot, specifically between your legs.
The silence didn't last.
You heard the side door of the restaurant open.
A second of a glance and you could feel that warmth come back quicker than before.
His hands are tucked into his pockets while walking down the steps. The priest looked good and he knew it too.
Pushing yourself off the brick wall, he fixed his gaze on you. "Fellow smoker." A smile appears against your will. You could feel air catch in your chest as he ask, "Do you have a spare one?"
You nod, "Sure." Grabbing your purse to retrieve the pack of cigarets along with your lighter. He's holding it between his fingers. You burn it for him before he took a short drag, "So do your family get together much or—"
Breezing past him, his head turns to follow, beginning to make your way back into the restaurant. A soft scoff escaped his lips, "Fuck you, then..." He quietly said, taking a longer drag of the cigaret.
Freezing at the top of the stairs, turning to look at him, an incredulous smile across your lips.
Leon smiles back.
The two of you bask in that magnetic pull again.
· · ─ ♱ ─ · ·
"Peace be with you."
"Thank you, as to you."
"Peace be with you."
"Peace be with you."
"Peace be with you."
"And also with you."
Sitting at the center of the pew, you shook the hands of kind strangers. This had been the first time, in years, that you willingly stepped into a church.
You hesitated when you stepped in, thinking that maybe you would burst into flames in the presence of god.
"Let us pray".
There he stood, a pastel colored vestment draped over the chest and arms you ogled throughout dinner. You began to mouth prayer, already knowing it by heart.
Raised religiously by your father, baptized and everything in between— Catholicism became something you thought you could outrun one day.
But here you stood.
For a moment you took a moment to look around, noticing that every painting that was hung up against the churches wall— someone was showing more... or touching exposed skin. Has the imagery always been so provocative? You swallowed hard.
"Amen." You muttered, finishing prayer.
You could tell how deep his devotion went with the way he shared the word of god.
You felt a tang of jealousy.
He believed so fervently.
The priest didn't notice you, and you had been glad that he hadn't. It gave you a moment to really focus on his features. Part of his hair laid right above his blue eyes, standing there with his arm raised up to the sky, his sleeves exposing veined forearms.
The breath you wanted to exhale got caught in your chest, mouth drying in the process.
Feeling like a child being caught doing something wrong, you shamed away the lust.
Fuck, cursing yourself in your head, I like the fucking priest.
Without a second thought, you rose your chin.
The priest's words caught in his throat before he could even register who stared back at him. He smiled at you incredulously, shaking his head before going back to his notes, "W—where was I..." Continuing, the priest informed the church of it's following events, stealing glances at you with a smile.
Standing near the exit, you watched him bid farewell to the attendants of the church. He would take a step closer after each goodbye. You felt like a school girl twirling her hair, waiting for her crush to say hello.
Waiting for everyone to say their goodbyes, you sit alone at the bar of the restaurant. Ordering a cocktail, propping your elbows against the counter, pressing your knuckles against your cheek. With a heavy exhale, you pull the elastic from your hair, running your fingers through your scalp. Feeling a heavy hand on your bare skin, you take a moment before glancing over your shoulder.
To your surprise, there stands the priest, holding out a folded napkin. Wide-eyed, you hesitate to take it, "I'm here if you need anyone to talk to... I—" The priest took a moment to point at the napkin, watching you. "I'm always there if you need me." Pinching the paper furthers from his own fingers, you take it.
"You came." His tone soft, wondering to himself what was behind this intention.
An impure grin slips onto your lips, "I came."
Standing at the end of the isle of the church, you begin to take notice the large size different between the two. Leon would be able to engulf your body in his only by wrapping a singular arm around you.
Suddenly, you're thinking about your back pressed against a mattress while the priest held you close. You tuck your head down with a nervous laugh, feeling that shame again, a blush burning throughout your skin.
You grew the courage to look back up at him only to noticed that he had never stopped looking at you. Swallowing hard, you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.
"Do you like tea?" He ask, finally breaking the silence.
Leon has left you alone in a separate room while he prepared your drinks. Examining the space, you take notice of all the art and decorations when your eyes fell on a bible that sat on the edge of your table. Picking it up, you dragged the tips of your fingers against the spine. Still closed, you turned it to face the pages, taking your thumb to quickly skim through the bible.
Splitting the book in half, you pressed the pages against your nose, inhaling deeply.
Before you could even register what you had been doing, Leon abruptly walked through the door with a tray in hand. “Tea.” He announced joyfully, “I don’t wanna boast but I make a cracking cup of tea.” He sits across the table from you, taking a sip from the porcelain saucer. “Don’t mind the random stuff in the corner, it’s all for a fundraiser party… So much stuff—” Slowly, his speech was becoming more erratic. “Absolutely no staff— You could volunteer if you’d like.”
As you’re about to agree, in the same beat Leon shakes his head, “I’m only joking.” He swallows hard, “You probably got a life—” The priest isn’t as relaxed as he was before. This was a side of him that you didn’t get to see at the restaurant.
Was he nervous?
“So tell me about it.”
Swallowing the warm tea, you lick your lips clean.
The priest can’t help but watch the sweep of her tongue before he focuses back on you.
Hesitantly you answer, “My life’s pretty normal…”
“Normal?” He immediately ask. “Pretty normal.” You continue your lie. “What makes it normal?”
Unintended, you speak before you think of the answer you give him, “Well first of all I don’t pray to someone that might not even exist.”
Without missing a beat, a framed painting falls with a loud, heart-stopping bang. Slowly turning your head, you look down to see the image of god staring right back at you.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, you think to yourself. Turning to face Leon in the same pace, he’s smiling, smugly. “I love it when he does that.”
Groaning at your therapist, you lean forward on the love seat, “Just tell me, how NOT to fuck a priest before I get arrested.” Watching as she took a moment to pause, you lean back into the cushion, “Well, I don’t think fucking a priest will make you feel as powerful as you think it will.” She stated, letting her words linger. A sigh escaped your lips, “So what the hell am I supposed to do?”
She sits up, “You already know what you’re going to do.” Looking at her in disbelief, you respond, “I actually don’t know!”
“You do.” She repeats
“I don’t.” You rebuke.
“You do.” She says more confidently.
“I do not—”
You stood inside a ticket booth at the fundraiser he mentioned not long ago. You smiled at the stranger before you, handing off the tickets before taking the next person in line, stealing glances at the priest.
He was surrounded by women of all ages that attended the church. It didn’t strike a surprise.
Ignoring the pit in your stomach you turned away from the booth, completing whatever side task you started.
Annoyance was building up in the priest.
Every step he took forward, someone just had to have his attention. Words went in one ear and out the other as his focus was solely on getting to you.
He entertained them with a laugh, nodding in fake interest. The priest didn’t notice your stolen glances. Any time he looked your way, someone was taking your attention, wishing he could somehow switch spots.
The feelings that began to bubble in belly at the sight of you, concerned him. He hadn’t felt affected by anyone in this way before. His palms would become sweaty. His heart would race. The feeling would grow bolder when you hadn’t been near.
Itching for your presence.
He decided that this is what addicts felt like while trying to get clean.
Constantly thinking about her.
Wanting her near.
Craving her.
Willing to do anything and everything just to get a taste of—
He cleared his throat. Leon stood in front of the ticket booth, a grin on his lips as you looked pleased to see him. “Father, what can I do for you?”
Melting, he would have kneeled in front of her, if it weren’t for the many eyes around. “I just came to thank you for showing up. You didn’t have too—”
“I wanted too.” You interrupted.
“Are you having fun?” He asked.
You only nod in response.
A moment of silence passes, Leon tucks his hands into his pockets.
There’s that invisible magnetic pull again.
Neither of them are bold enough to say something about it.
It lingered comfortably.
“Oh, before I forget— Stay right here.”
Looking at him confused, you’re about to ask him what he’s talking about when you hear him say something under his breath, “Adorable.” Stealing another look at you, he smiles to himself, walking forward into the church. You didn't quite catching what he said, you stand there awkwardly, watching him saunter away.
Leon is frantically looking for the bible he placed down at his table, being away longer than intended. Suddenly he pauses, looking at the roof with his finger pointed toward the sky— well, at god. "Not funny. Not funny at all— I promise, it's innocent." Chest tightening, "It's innocent." He repeated, not even convincing himself.
The priest couldn't help it when his eyes fell upon her breast, her hand traveling to set the napkin on her lap, examining his handwriting. Her chest rose and fell in a steady motion, tucking hair behind her ear, exposing earrings that dangled down her neck.
Without a second thought, he reached out, his knuckles grazing your jaw. Flinching inelegantly, you tuck your jaw, turning to face the priest. Unconcerned, he stands before you with no shame, your earring in the palm of his hands.
Earrings that bared a cross between the jewels.
"Beautiful." The whisper is loud enough for only you to hear, powerful enough to send a sudden heat between your legs. He grins, knowingly being shameful to his core. God would understand, he thought, he's an understanding sort.
He looked at your lips, lightly parted, as if you had something to say. All he could think of was taking his thumb to sweep off the gloss on her lips before exploring the inside of her mouth with his tongue. Clearing his throat, he pressed his lips into a tight smile, the though of her lips parting from an erotic gasp slipped through his train of thought.
"FUCK."
Being close enough to the church to hear it, you turn your head fast enough to give you whiplash.
In a moments time, the priest came out looking flushed. A leather book tucked underneath in his arm as he jogged over.
“Found it.”
He was breathless by the time he arrived to you. “Are you alright father?” The question hit him in his groin, hesitant to smile. His imperturbability was impressive.
Holding out the bible to you, “Never felt better.” He exhaled, “I wanted you to have this. I marked down some passages that uh—” Laughing to himself, he drags his hands over his mouth, undecided. “Made me think of you— The passages. They made me think of you.”
The priest watches you grab the corner, furthest away from his touch. The same way you did the napkin. "Come back to me when you've taken a chance to look over it." He hasn't let go of his end.
You remembered the first time you read the bible and why.
It was only 5 years ago, the morning after your mother had killed herself...
Wondering around her room one last time, nobody but you had the guts to enter where she had decided to hang herself.
Sitting front and center of her bed, you sprung up when you felt something poke your rear end. Lifting the duvet, a bible lays split in half with its pages down.
Gathering thoughts, you reach for the book, facing it towards you. Bright colored lines are scattered throughout the book as you begin skimming through along with some handwriting.
Your mothers handwriting.
Shaking your head, you turn back to the front page.
‘To my youngest daughter’, it read.
The bible slips from your finger tips as you break down crying, allowing yourself to grief alone.
"T— Thank you..."
Your chest tightened. Remembering the wails you let out as you held the book in your arms, surrounded by only memories of her.
It's the same bible you reached for when he originally asked you to volunteer as a joke. The one you split open to inhale the remanence of his touch. "The last time someone gave me an annotated bible was the day after my mom killed herself—"
"Don't apologize." His words are soft, "I'm sorry for your loss. It must have been difficult."
For the first time in forever, the person in front of you isn't looking at you like a daughter who lost her mother. The priest is look at you. The deepest parts of you.
Squeezing the pages until your knuckles turned white, you swallow hard, forcing a smile. "It's alright—" Your words are cut off by an unexpectedly tugs of the bible, he's holding your wrist is his hand, gently stroking his thumb over your pulse. "You don't have to pretend." The priest takes the bible out of your hands, placing it down on a nearby table. "Not with me."
Limping into the driveway, dry tears on your cheeks, your five year old self if dragging in the bike you just flew off of.
Throwing the bike as hard as your little arms could, you watched as your mother came rushing towards you. Your knees had been scrapped up, blood running down your legs. Not only that but your jaw and cheek cut up as well. Holding in tears, you unclip your helmet, tossing it on the cement. "Oh my baby— Come here..." Your arms are already out, she's pulling you into a tight hug, no longer feeling the ground below. She's caressing your hair, "You don't have to pretend to be a tough girl, not with me baby."
Slipping your hand away, something between a laugh and a scoff escapes your lips, "Thank you, father— Trust me. I'm fine." Beginning to back up, the priest only watches intently.
The priest takes a step forward to reach out but you take a step so far back that your waist rams into the table behind you.
Your arms shoot back to press them against the table, supporting your weight. You let out an exhausted sigh, letting the moment pass.
"I just want my fucking mom back."
The reality of it hits you like a ton of bricks. You swallow a sob, one hand over your mouth as the other pulled the strap of your bag closer to your shoulder as you rushed past him. His body turning to the side, allowing you to part as his eyes lay on the annotated bible.
He takes it back, keeping it close.
· · ─ ♱ ─ · ·
You turned the 'open' sign of your cafe to 'closed' after a long busy day. Dishes piled up in the back, the chairs still had to be stacked and your money needed to be counted. Groaning, you pull out a chair to sit, putting your feet up on the table as you draped an arm over your eyes.
The peace didn't last long when the door creaks open, bells chiming above it gently. "We're closed" You groan, dragging one foot to the floor, preparing to face the person who intruded your space.
"You forgot this yesterday... I thought you'd like to have it."
Your heart stops for a moment as you freeze.
Leon stood at the entrance of your cafe, blocking off the door with his large frame.
Brushing your arm forward, crossing them under your chest as you look at him, noting that he's in casual clothing again. How can someone look so good? Opening and closing the palm of your hand, reaching an arm out to take it, he gently hands it to you before you kick off your other leg from the table.
He takes a seat beside you, taking a moment to admire the things around him before focusing on you.
This time, you hadn't stopped looking at him.
"How'd you find me?"
"You mentioned it at the restaurant."
Your lips parted slightly, almost if you had been surprised that he remember such a fine detail. Momentarily you paused, "Would you like a drink?"
He looks down at his watch, "I'd love a drink." As you get up from your seat, Leon can't help but watch as you move.
He’s finally in your environment.
The place smells like you as he takes a deep breath, relaxing into his chair like he once did at the restaurant. Pictures are scattered all over the walls. His eyes stop at one that has you grinning, hauled over a woman’s back, while you wear a bright cap and gown. It must be your graduation. There’s another frame with the same woman, ‘Happy Mother’s Day’ written on the balloons around her. It’s on your cash register, facing your customers. Shaking his head, he realized now why you used the name ‘Mothers Cafe’.
“Did you open this cafe with or for your mother?”
He looks up at you from his seat. You’re standing next to him with two tea cups and saucers, smiling awkwardly. “I don’t have any more clean glass, so this will have to do… I hope you’re alright with whisky.” Leon is wondering if you’re ignoring his question while you hand off his drink, settling your own beside him. You toss the black tray toward the cash register lazily before sitting down.
You’re staring down your cup as your index finger wraps around the small handle.
Leon watches you gulp down the cup full of whisky, exhaling as if it had been a refreshing cup of water before a singular cough escapes your chest. His eyes widen but it wasn’t enough to tell if you hadn’t been looking. “Pardon me—” You exhale a hot breath, “I opened it with her… she killed herself a year after our grand opening.”
“You were close.” It’s not a question, but a statement. You only nod in reply. “Are you close to your mother?”
He shakes his head, “Dead beat parents— What about your sister?” You ponder for a moment, “She’s my sister. She’s my most trusted ally and my worst enemy all in the same breath. I love her— Are we playing 20 questions now? Is it my turn?”
An amused, quiet scoff escapes his lips, nodding. “Do you have any sibling?” He shakes his head, crossing his arms now, feeling more comfortable. “None. You mentioned being agnostic, why?” Raising your brow, confused by the question, you tilt your head, “Why I’m agnostic?” You clarify and he nods again, settling his hand underneath his chin. “Because I don’t know who’s out there. Because there’s no way in hell that there isn’t someone or something listening to someone prayer, I just can’t confirm or deny their existence… It’s confusing. Is it god? Is it Buddha? Is it the Greek gods? Nordic gods? Or is it all of them.”
Momentarily pausing before your next question, you shift in your seat, “What do you think gods plan is, for you?” Leaning into the table to steady yourself, the cup of whisky hit you harder than anticipated. Leon could tell. Your cheeks were flushed, a minuscule sway to you. He only noticed because his focus was always on you, how your body moved in response, when your eyes drifted off or your mind wandered else where.
He dragged his fingertips his chin, soothing down his own lustful thoughts. “I believe god meant for me to love people in a… different way. I believe I’m supposed to love people as a father.”
You chuckled lightly, “We can arrange that.”
Leon immediately cleaned his throat, not allowing the laugh he stifled to come forward, “A father of many.” He clarified watching as you leaned over the table, his eyes quickly darting at the way your breast looked pressed up against the hard wood, then back up at you. “I’ll go up to three.” You said sarcastically, although your voice was heavily implying something else completely. Shaking his head, a chuckle escaping his lips this time, he leaned forward, “It’s not gonna happen.”
“Two then.” You corrected, “Okay two.” He immediately agrees.
A soft singular chuckle leaves your lips.
“Do you think I should become a catholic?”
He rolls his eyes and leans back into his chair, “No, no. Don’t do that… I like that you believe in a meaningless existence—” he focuses on your chuckle before continuing, “And you’re good for me. You make me question my faith.”
Hearing that makes your heart flip.
For a moment you become serious, interested to know further, “And?” You asked, “And, I’ve never felt closer to god.”
Your combined laugh fills the room.
When it settles, the two of you sit in silence.
"Do you ever have doubts?" You're babysitting the tea Leon gave you, knowing that once it was done, you'd have no reason to stay. It's quiet. Both of you are stealing glances at each other, smiles lingering. Taping the cup with your fingernail, something brewing in your chest that you can't hold back— "I don't think id be able to do it." You state, taking a sip of cold tea, "The whole celibacy thing..." Clearing your throat, you look at him, he isn't surprised by your statement. "I couldn't give up sex forever."
Leon sits back in his chair, basking in your confession. "Celibacy, is a lot less complicated than romantic relationships—"
"What if you meet someone you like?"
"We talk, share tea, help me with my fundraiser, laugh and hope they'll eventually leave me alone."
"What if you meet someone you love?"
"We're not gonna have sex." Your lips part, a stiffled laugh escaping. You're trying to find the words to respond but he calmly continues, "I know that's what you want— what you think you want from be but its not."
Theres a long, silent pause.
"I'd really like to be your friend, [Name]."
You breathe, pressing your lips into a tight smile."
"I'll like to be your friend too, [Leon]."
Your eyes flicker between the empty cup in your hands and the man sat before you, noticing that he hadn’t even touched his whisky.
“Did you really only come here to just give me the bible?”
He slowly shakes his head, “I wanted to make sure you’re alright.” Leon’s eyes don’t leave yours.
Feeling your mood sour, “I am alright.” You state, suddenly feeling more sober than before. “I don't think—” The dragging of your chair against the wood interrupt him, “With all due respect, you don’t know me—” You’re standing now, never breaking eye contact as he stand from his chair, slowly. He’s looking down at you now, "I'm trying to get to know you—"
"Well maybe I don't want that!”
Once filled with laughter, never has the silence in the cafe been so loud.
The only thing that stood between you and Leon was the table. For a moment, you’re imagining yourself pushing the table to the floor and lunging towards him, pressing your lips against his.
Leon is thinking the same thing. The air around beginning to feel hot.
Both of you are standing there, heavy breaths filling the dining area. Although angry, you couldn’t help but feel as if your exchanged stare down was erotic. “Listen—” Leon began, pushing his hands into his pockets, “I’m just trying to help you…”
He immediately regrets his words when your face contorts into something offensive. Before you’re able to speak, he pinches the bridge of his nose, “I didn’t mean— I didn’t mean it like—”
“Oh I know what you mean father, thank you so much for your guidance. You should be getting back to god, don’t you think?”
You sound like a jealous girlfriend. Leon hears it too.
Not looking back when you pick up his full cup of whisky and walk behind the register, he only stands there for a moment before hesitantly making his way out the door. Leon stops to look back at you as his hand reaches the door knob. You’re looking down at the floor and he leaves without saying goodbye.
The bible sit in the same spot he left it. Taunting you and your recent behaviors.
“Oh fuck off.”
· · ─ ♱ ─ · ·
It was past midnight.
There was no way he'd be awake at this hours.
You're standing in the middle of the churches isle again, looking above. What the fuck are you doing here, you ask yourself.
It's later in the day and you've come to apologize.
With many rows and levels of red candles, you caught the illuminating glow from the corner of your eyes. Before going to find him, you made the decision to light a few dead ones. You took a moment to think of your mother... than your thoughts drifted to the priest. She would have loved him, you thought. Enjoying the moment to yourself, a smile tugs on the corner of your lip. Reaching out to light another candle, music starts to faintly play behind you.
It sounds like old rock music.
Listening closely, your head begins to nod to the beat— a loud bang makes you jump out of your skin. You freeze, hand above your heart.
Whispering to yourself, "What the hell was that?" You decide to investigate. The music becomes louder as a lit room towards the back gets brighter.
Leon is holding a half empty bottle of whisky, arms crossed as he looked at a wall of books. He’s still wearing the roman collar and cassock.
To your right you see the device that’s playing his music, walking straight towards it to press the pause button.
“Shit— SHIT! JESUS!”
Jumping back like you did earlier, Leon holds out his arms, covering the sight of you. Standing there awkwardly, almost as if it was his fault that he hadn't taken notice of you, "What are you doing up?" If anything, you had been more surprised that he was. Leon looked disheveled, flustered, and taken back. His cheeks where flushed, his hair was messy— Was he drunk? "It's past midnight." Your tone is 'matter of fact'.
His arms are still out, still shocked, "I just thought you in my head— I mean— You where just in my head then—" Pointing up at his temple, "But then you're there—" He points at where you stand, "Here! You're here?"
“Are you okay, father?”
Once recovered from his fright, he stands before you, arms crossed again. He lets out a little sigh, “Fuck you calling me father as if it doesn’t turn you on just to say it." Your lips part, taken back by his drunk bluntness. Leon leans against a desk thats pushed up against the wall, he looks down at your hands, "You've brought back the bible I see."
You nod, "I came to apologize... Everything you've said and done, it means a lot to me, I just..." Putting the hand in both your hands you walk forward, only coming up half way, "I just came here to tell you that I don't want to be friends with you— I can't pretend that I just want to be friends."
"I can't be physical with you—"
"That's not—" You laugh incredulously, hearing him put down the bottle. "That's not what I came here for..." Tossing him the bible, he catches it effortlessly. "I read everything... You feel it too."
"I—" Setting the bible down, his feet drag him closer to you, "I've sacrificed a lot for this life, y'know? I've given a lot of things up..." He watches as you nod slowly, swallowing whatever words you had been holding back, "Would it really be the end of the world if we just—"
Your jaw hangs in a silent gasp when he's standing inches away from you, feeling his hot breath. Once again, you take notice of how much larger he is compared to yourself, "I can't be physical because I'll fall in love with you." The words come out too naturally, too sober, like he's practice this in the mirror a hundred times. "If I fall in love with you, the world may not end, but my life would be fucked—"
He's breathing heavier, his eyes are darting at your lips, unable to figure out where to put his hands.
You're about to have sex, you think to yourself.
The air gets caught in your chest, trying to cut in as he speaks but all you could do was listen, "I'm supposed to love one thing." Leon quickly points at the sky, you can't take your eyes off him, his vulnerability leaking through every crack he's ever concealed as a priest. "And yet— I couldn't stop thinking about breathing near you."
There's a long heavy pause.
"But each person is tempted when he is lured and enticed by his own desire…"
You can smell the faint whisky in his breath as his fingertip pull on the waistband of your pants, his other hand slithering behind your waist. "I need you tell me, that you don't want this— I'll walk away like it never happened. I won't be your friend anymore, I—"
"I want this." You respond breathlessly, feeling his hand grasp at your skin. Leon pulls you in, your feet no longer feeling the floor below as he crashes his lips onto yours. A wave of heat moves through your body as he moans into the kiss. Your legs wrap around him as be begins to move around the room, his hand traveling to grab hand-fulls of your ass. He takes this opportunity to explore your mouth with his tongue, sitting you down on the one he previously leaned on.
His hands are cupping your cheeks, trying to pull back as your finger hooks underneath his roman collar, popping it off before undoing a few buttons. Successfully being able to pry you off his lips, he lays his forehead against yours. "Strip." He commanded, kissing the corner of your lip before pushing off against the desk. Leon grabbed his bottle of whisky and a chair, allowing himself to man spread before you. He takes a swing of the bottle, unhooking his belt, "I said strip."
Slowly but surely, you begin to do as he says. He swallows hard. Leon is admiring your naked form, "Sit on the table." The table is cold against your hot skin, you sway side to side allowing yourself to get comfortable, unable to ignore the slickness growing between your legs.
"Let me see how wet you are." Eyes widening, you're taken back with how quickly he got comfortable, "Put your legs up on the table, and let me play with that pretty pussy." He's beginning to unbutton the rest of his shirt, watching as you do as you're told. Your knees are pressed up against your chest before spreading them apart, the slick between your thighs pulling apart from itself. Tucking in you thumb and pinky, you slowly press the pads of your fingertips against your clit.
"There you go, such a good girl." Leon unbuttons his black slacks, unzipping them before tucking his hand to palm his aching cock.
Unsatisfied, he's picks up his chair and pulls it closer. He can fucking smell how wet you are for him. Leon caresses your knee before laying a soft kiss, "Finger yourself for me princess?" It sounds more like a question than a command, so you nod, moving your fingertips further down. Spreading your puffy lips, you press the pads of your fingers against your entrance, feeling your pussy wanting to suck them right up for an ounce of pleasure.
Leons hands are back in his pants, palming a wet layer of cloth that laid against his shaft watching as you fingered yourself agonizingly slow, barely getting knuckles deep with your middle finger. "Use two fingers to fuck yourself, rub your clit with you other hand— I want you dripping on my desk before I fuck you."
With your head tilted back, you rolled your hips against your own hands, trying to find angles in where you could somehow go further than knuckles deep. Leon is watching as you're frantically trying to adjust yourself as you finger fuck your pussy. Your ass is slightly raised from the table, hips grinding in the air for some sort of release. Removing his palm from the heat in his pants, he pulls himself closer with the chair, wrapping his hands around your wrist, "What are you—?" He's removing your hands from your pussy, allowing himself to lap his tongue over your glistening fingers. He releases them with a singular pop, "Sit on my fucking cock." Leaning forwards, he wraps hand-fulls of your waist, sliding you towards the edge of the table, your slick getting all over your ass.
He doesn't allow you to sit with your legs wrapped around his waist, but your ankles are resting on his shoulders as he pries his cock out from his black slacks. You look like a lost deer in the headlights when you watch his length slap him on the abdomen, mouth watering at the sight. "You look so fucking pretty waiting for my cock." Leon begins to caress your leg. "Let me just—" Distracted by one hand, you didn't notice the other lined up at your entrance.
Leon was two fingers deep in your pussy, pulling them all the way out before pushing them all the way back in. He watches as your thigh tremble, "Oh you fucking loved that, didn't you?" Quickening his pace in the slightest, he curls his fingers to press up against your walls before putting his other hand on your clit.
Watching you hips roll into his soaking wet fingers made his cock twitch, "I'm gonna fuck you so good—" Pouting when his finger leave your pussy, he has his hands around your waist, pulling you again.
His hand wraps around his length, lining himself up against your entrance. Leon pushes his head in and bucks his hips back to do it again, watching your wetness stick to the head of his cock. You're a moaning mess when he continues this, every other stroke is giving you another inch of his length until he bottoms out.
Your thighs are twitching again, his cock fills you up to a point where it's beginning to become unbearable if he doesn't move, "Please just fuck me— Please god— Fuuuuck." Ankles still on his shoulders, Leon is using all of his strength to bounce you up and down on his cock as he pleases. His hands are tucked behind your knees, watching a wet sloppy ring of cum form around at the base of his cock, dripping onto his balls. Trying to speak, your words are incoherent, a babbling mess.
Something between a high pitched speak and a moan escape your lips when Leon behind to rub and pinch at her clit. "Fuck— Fuck— Fuck! Oh my god— That feels so fucking good, holy shit—" Your ass is slapping so hard against his hips that the skin is becoming red. Throwing your head back, you grasp at his forearm, nails digging deep enough to break skin, "That's is baby, cum for me—"
The sound of skin slapping gets louder and faster as he fucks you through your sudden orgasm, thighs trembling and all but the priest isn't done. "Your pussy is feels so fucking good. So fucking warm, so fucking wet for me... Lay on your back for me now."
He doesn't let you respond before he hauls the both of you into the position he wanted.
The cross he secretly wore underneath his vestments hangs above your head now, his cock still throbbing inside you. Leon wasted no time, his hand gripped the skin of your waist. He watches as your tits moved with the rhythm of his hips, deciding to let go our your waist and press his hands on top your nippled. "You're pussy feels so good. Did I say that already?" He's laughing to himself now as your eyes are closing with bliss. Thumb gliding over your clit again, he slows his pace, watching how your pussy takes him as he thrust into you. Leon keeps this pace, feeling his cock tighten up.
White streaks of cup fall down his cock, he's pulled out in time to aim it against your stomach before he rubs his length up against the fold of your pussy.
"Fuck... Look at this mess baby... Can I put it in again? One more time, i just wanna—" He presses his the head of his cock back inside you. Biting your lip, you push yourself closer to feel more of him before he pull back out again. His length is on your folds again, collecting all your slick.
Leon's adrenaline dies off, his forehead lading against yours once more, "I'd like to keep seeing you... not necessarily like this but—" He's cut off my your lips pressed up against his, feeling that magnetic pull once more when looking up at him, "I'd like that a lot."
Note: I FUCKING DID IT. I stayed up all night BUT I FUCKING DID IT.
“I wanna fuck a priest.” You bluntly told your therapist. Her head rose from her notebook, pen still moving, finishing up the last sentence. “Catholic?” She asked, you nodded, she hummed."A good one?" You nodded quicker, “With the whole—” She moved her hand above her chest, finger wiggling, suggesting his attire. “Yes, with the whole vestments, the cassock, the roman collar, yeah— yup.” You confirmed, swallowing hard.
“I understand…” Your therapist nodded, “Do you wanna fuck the priest or do you want to fuck god?”
You tilted your head, a brow raised, “You can fuck god?”
Believing in god wasn’t ever your thing. How could people believe in something they’ve never seen. Everyone always told you it was strong feelings
Some strong bullshit, you thought.
You heard her take a breath, about to say something, “No— no, I don’t want to fuck god. I don’t even believe in god. I- I- I just want to fuck him.”
You left you appointment with less clarity than before.
Leaning up against the wall of a local restaurant you pinched the bridge of your nose.
Your family was waiting inside, along with the priest that would marry your father and the best friend of your dead mother.
“My name is Leon, nice to meet you.” His hand squeezed yours. A little too hard and a little too fast. "[Name]..." Your mouth became instantly dry. "Like wise." The priest hands cupped yours for a moment too long. Staring longingly at each other. Their souls started to wonder if they've met in another life. Her hand felt too right in his.
Soon to be step-mother, cleared her throat from the reserved table. She was still sat, grinning, in a forced manner. "My, my, [Name] don't you look well. Tell me, how have you been?" She began to stir her glass of wine, winding it around like a timer counting down.
Leon felt her hand drift away, no longer feeling her warmth. He would later excuse himself to the restroom, taking a wet paper towel against his hot skin. He could smell the cigaret that faintly lingered on your skin.
The priest came back to a full table. Their eldest daughter arriving with her husband. The only chair left, was beside her. He swallowed hard, pulling the chair out.
You scooted out, further away from him.
Fuck, he thought to himself. He wanted you closer.
Trying his best not to get in your personal bubble, he sat and adjusted himself. Don't be fucking awkward, he cursed himself.
"What was that?" He heard the feet of your chair drag back to its original spot. His eyes met yours. A raised brow, clearly confused, trying to figure out what he thought he said in his head seconds ago. "N—Nothing, fuck— sorry that was supposed to be in my head." He whispered back, leaning closer to your shoulder.
Feeling his hot breath against your skin made goosebumps crawl at the back of your neck. Stifling a laugh that almost escaped, "Are priest allowed to cuss this much? Or are you just a cool priest?" You watched as he couldn't decide between a response or smiling like an idiot.
"What about you, father?" The mother in law cut in, loudly. She didn't enjoy the action of them interacting.
From the perspective of the table, the priest and yourself looked like two school students who had been caught gossiping in class. They slowly leaned back into their respective seats. It felt like two connected magnets pulling apart, trying hard to come back closer.
Taking a sip of wine, you cleared your throat, setting it down on the table.
Mother, I hope your watching this from above... or below... Your best friend is a cunt.
You chuckle at the thought.
Your sister kicked your ankle under neath the table. "Fix your face." She mouthed. You kicked her ankle back, "Cunt." You mouthed back, as her jaw fell into a silent gasp, holding back a pained yelp.
"Girls? Everything alright?" Their father asked, the tables eyes falling on them now. "Everything is perfect dad! Right, [Name]?" Your eldest sister quickly responding, making her look more on edge then intended. She sighed quietly to herself, leaning into her chair, gulping back the remainder of her wine. You nodded, giving your father a soft genuine smile. "Yeah, all good..." Leon took notice of the way you lost focus for a moment, eyes rested on your hands, leaning back as if you had been the only person in the room— just for a moment.
For a while, dinner was normal. Your soon to be step-mother laid her hand of the priest forearm, remembering how entranced you became as he rolled them up before eating. He wore navy grey slacks and a solid matte black button down that slightly exposed his collarbone. It was noticeable how fit he was underneath it all.
"I didn't know you could go out without—" she pointed up at her neck, waving it across her neck, "your doggie collar."
"You mean the roman collar with the cassock..."
The whole table went quiet at the chime of your voice. All heads turned to look at you, head tilted back as you drank the remanence of your wine. He noticed that your eyes went a little wide, like a deer caught in the headlights. Your eyes drifted around the table, "What? I've read the bible."
"You've read the bible?" The eldest sisters husband asked in disbelief. You shrugged, "Unlike you, I can read."
The needy waitress came as if called, "Would anyone like another drink?" You raised a finger to catch her attention, "I'll take a tequila."
"I'll take one as well." You turn to see the priest with two fingers raised, he gave you a faint smile before the focus turned back to the table.
Your step mother to be began another one of her stories. This was a three course dinner, if you didn't escape outside now— you'd probably end up slitting your throat. "I'll be back, I need some fresh air."
That's how you ended up here... Forehead pressed against the wall, exhaling cigaret smoke towards the brick. The breeze felt good against the sweaty patches on your skin.
Inside the restaurant, you had to avert your eyes from the priest more than you'd like to admit. After a few drinks he began to sit more comfortably, he didn't sit all the way back, he leaned with his biceps crossed. If his arms weren't so big his pecs would be protruding. It made your mouth water. It kept you sipping on the bottomless wine.
Hence the slight sway as you stood.
Hence why you've become so hot, specifically between your legs.
The silence didn't last.
You heard the side door of the restaurant open.
A second of a glance and you could feel that warms come back quicker than before.
His hands are tucked into his pockets while walking down the steps. The priest looked good and he knew it too.
You pushed yourself off the brick wall, holding your breath as he fixed his gaze on you. "Fellow smoker." A smile appears against your will, "Do you have a spare one?"
You nod, "Sure." Grabbing your purse to retrieve the pack of cigarets along with your lighter.
He's holding it between his fingers. You burn it for him before he took a short drag, "So do your family get together much or—"
His head follows as you breeze past him. A soft scoff escaped his lips, "Fuck you, then..." He lightly said, taking a longer drag of the cigaret.
You froze at the stairs and turned to look at him. An incredulous smile across your lips. Leon smiles back.
The two of you basking that magnetic pull again.
"Peace be with you."
"Thank you, as to you."
"Peace be with you."
"Peace be with you."
"Peace be with you."
"And also with you."
Sitting at the center of the pew, you shook the hands of kind strangers. This had been the first time, in years, that you willingly stepped into a church.
You hesitated when you stepped in, thinking that maybe you would burst into flames in the presence of god.
"Let us pray".
There he stood, a pastel colored vestment draped over the chest and arm you ogled throughout dinner.
Already knowing it by heart, you began to mouth prayer.
Raised religiously by your father, baptized and everything in between— Catholicism became something you thought you could outrun one day.
But here you stood.
For a moment you took a moment to look around, noticing that every painting that was hung up against the churches wall— someone was showing more... or touching exposed skin. Has the imagery always been so provocative? You swallowed hard.
"Amen." You muttered, finishing your prayer.
You could tell how deep his devotion went with the way he shared the word of god.
You felt a tang of jealousy.
He believed so fervently.
The priest didn't notice you, and you had been glad that he hadn't. It gave you a moment to really focus on his features. Part of his hair laid right above his blue eyes Standing there with his arm raised up to the sky, his sleeves exposing veined forearms.
The breath you wanted to exhale got caught in your chest, mouth drying in the process.
Feeling like a child being caught doing something wrong, you shamed away the lust.
Without a second thought, you rose your chin.
Leon's words caught in his throat before he could even register who stared back at him. He smiled at you incredulously, shaking his head before going back to his notes, "W—where was I..." Continuing, the priest informed the church of it's following events, stealing glances at you with a smile.
Standing near the exit, you watched him bid farewell to the attendants of the church. He would take a step closer after each goodbye. You felt like a school girl twirling her hair, waiting for her crush to say hello.
Waiting for everyone to say their goodbyes, you sit alone at the bar of the restaurant. Ordering a cocktail, propping your elbows against the counter, pressing your knuckles against your cheek. With a heavy exhale, you pull the elastic from your hair, running your fingers through your scalp. Feeling a heavy hand on your bare skin, you take a moment before glancing over your shoulder.
To your surprise, there stands the priest, holding out a folded in napkin. Wide-eyed, you hesitate to take it, "I'm here if you need anyone to talk to... I—" Leon took a moment to point at the napkin, watching you. "I'm always there if you need to find me." Pinching the paper furthers from his own fingers, you take it.
"You came." His tone soft, wondering to himself what was behind this intention.
An impure grin slips onto your lips, "I came."
Stand at the end of the isle of the church, you begin to take notice the large size different between the two. Leon would be able to engulf your body in his only by wrapping a singular arm around you. Suddenly you're thinking about your back pressed against a mattress while the priest held you close. You tuck your head down with a nervous laugh, feeling that shame again, a blush burning throughout your skin.
You grew the courage to look back up at him only to noticed that he had never stopped looking at you. Swallowing hard, you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. "Do you like tea?" He ask, finally breaking the silence.
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WHAT DO YALL THINK SO FAR. It’s not even close to being done. Tip of the iceberg. This should be out by next Sunday! I’m actually super proud of this.
Pro Hero! Bakugo Katsuki biggest pet peeve is smoking. So how did he end up with a Stoner s/o?
+ micro crack fic
+ self indulgent because I’m a stoner
+ reader has atom manipulation quirk
Never proof read…
He doesn’t know how the hell you got your hands on it, especially since you lived in Japan. It’s illegal. CBD was fine for medical purposes but THC— he was about to hand you to the police himself.
The joint is still in your hand. He’s reminded by those videos of when raccoons stand up and freeze when they’ve been caught stealing trash.
Katsuki had been gone on a mission abroad, you didn’t think he’d get home so soon. He stood against the flame of the sliding glass door that connected into your bedroom, bouquet of your other favorite flowers in hand. You’re slowly blinking at him now, adjusting your posture, setting down the joint on the balcony. You don’t break eye contact with him. “Don’t freak—”
“ARE YOU SMOKING—”
Holographic atoms fusees around his mouth like a mask, muffling out the last word of his sentence.
“I said don’t freak out!” You whined, lightly stomping your feet like a toddler.
“ged dis sit omf me” He muttered threw the atom mask.
“Promise me you won’t freak.”
He’s glaring at you now, crossing his arms, bouquet still in hand. You can’t help but think how sexy he looks in his hero gear.
He begins tapping his foot.
Sighing heavily, the atoms around his head slowly disappeared. “Baby please don’t be mad…” You pressed your hands against his forearms, your fingers wrapping tightly against them.
“How long?”
You knew more than to begin to question why he was questioning you.
“Since my internship in America.”
“Why?”
You hesitate for a moment, “Why?” He repeated, more assertively. “Igotcuriousandisaidfuckitwhynotandilikedit”
The sigh that came from his chest was deep, and clearly disappointing. “Are you mad?” Your voice falls to a whisper.
Katsuki finally looks down at you after he closed his eyes after processing your confession. He sets down the flowers, his hands cupping your cheeks to pull you into a soft, deep kiss. “You keep this secret between us for now, our friends later. You smoke at home and only at home.” He pauses, looking at you more intently now, “And if I ever wanna knock you up—”
You lips fall into a quiet gasp, “Katsuki!”
One hand grabs at you neck, pulling you into a chase kiss, “You heard me woman— You’ll stop when I say, no questions ask. You heard?”
You quickly nod, saluting in the process. “Good.” He kisses your forehead as he steps into your shared room, “Oh— your joint fell over the balcony. Good luck finding it.”
You whipped your whole body away from him, your waist now hanging over the railing to look down the second story of your house. “Fuck! I’m never gonna find that shit.”
The blonde hero is laughing, walking further away into your household.
Later:
He’s pointing a flashlight at you now, well, at your ass. Katsuki couldn’t help but watch your hips sway back and forth.
It had been a hour later an you still hadn’t come back inside the house. He found you on all fours, ass up, reaching into one of the throned bushes. “You too fucking late with the flashlight—” You muster, wiggling yourself out.
Katsuki looks at the joint in your hand, then your flashy grin. “You wanna—”
“Fuck no, I’m not smoking that shit with you. Who’s gonna bail you out when you get caught?”
The grin on your lips doesn’t falter, “So you do love me~” He rolls his eyes with the way you squeal.
“Come on pot head, dinners ready.”
“But I haven’t even—”
He pulls your wrist, dragging you over to his set up outside. Katsuki had draped a dark red cloth over one of your patio tables; two chairs, two candles, two covered plates and your bouquet of flowers.
“Oh Kats— you’re so getting laid tonight.”
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Back to my mother fucking ROOTS… my first obsessive anime crush AND CURRENT ONE BECAUSE HES FINALLY AN ADULT NOW.
Me when Hori decided to make Pro hero! Bakugo (and the rest) cannon:
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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
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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 done 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.”
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Recently written: Leon as Captain America AU
Note: I actually finished this like last week but refrained from posting. this is how I feel about it because I haven’t written anything nsfw in YEARS:
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- ushi would actually like to stay inside today and never go back out
I’m seeing a LOT of Wilson Bethel (Benjamin Pointdexter in Daredevil born again) appreciation right now and let me just say I DONT WANNA HEAR YOU THIRSTING OVER MY MOTHER FUCKING MAN IF YOUR YOUNG HEART WASNT YEARNING FOR HIM IN HEART DIXIE AS WADE MF KINSELLA
WOOF WOOF BARK BARK
Can you tell I have a type?
[Why do I have to say that this is satire. It’s a fucking joke people. Get a fucking grip holy shit. The fact that I even have to fucking say that says SO much about the marvel fan base -Ushi, out.]
I can’t help picturing the scene when Steve and Sam are running and Cap just keeps doing laps around Sam.
It was prime running time for you.
5:00 AM
Rarely was there company near.
Up until a couple of months ago.
A blonde man, who seemed to be about your age, showed up everyday. He wore a cap regardless of the weather, meaning, you never got a good view of his face.
The first time you heard his voice, you almost missed a step. “To your left…” It was deep, coarse. He definitely startled you, and you noticed he noticed— if you hadn’t been staring at his profile, you would have missed the little smirk. He looks oddly familiar, you thought.
He had lapped you within 30 minutes.
You look down at your watch, lapping his time with yours. “What the fuck…?” Shaking your head in disbelief and a little impressed, you continued your run.
Sometime by the end of the month you arrived at your usual time and you saw his car parked right across from you. You squinted at his Porsche. He’d never gotten here before you…
It had been MONTHS of you arriving before he did and leaving before he did… Why now?
You took your time stretching by your car, watching the blonde runner pass you with his head down. For a moment you felt his eyes on you, then the feeling was gone once he passed the parking lot.
It didn’t take you much time to follow behind.
“On your left…”
This time you felt his fingers graze against your elbow, he turned his body slightly, making sure he didn’t shoulder check you.
Your brain short circuits.
His fingers felt warm against your exposed skin.
You quickly checked your watch, lapping his time.
“Show off.” You muttered between breaths.
You swore to yourself that once you met his time, you’d go up to him and ask to run as a pair.
It took you a couple of months to reach.
You looked down at your watch.
Your time finally matched his.
That was about two weeks ago.
You had been running alone for a while.
The first few days you thought nothing of it. When the full week passed you assumed he was just busy. A week and a half goes by and you became convinced that he might of just moved away.
By the end of the week it settled in that we was gone.
You thought of every bad scenario possible.
You lived in a world where hero’s and villains existed.
He could be dead.
You shook the thought away, continuing your run, loudening the music in your earbuds.
You couldn’t tell what the feeling in your chest was.
Yearning?
Heart-break?
Grief?
It felt like everything all at once. You didn’t know the guys name for fucks sake. He’d show up one random morning and filled in a spot in your heart that you don’t know had been empty.
He showed up at the right time.
You’d begin running to feel something. You never thought you’d end up feeling something for someone—
You feel something graze the top of your elbow. Instinctively, you flinch away, preparing to swat at whatever or whoever touched you.
“To your left…”
But you freeze on the track.
A brunette man with buzzed hair, wearing tactical gear, passes you.
(Note: wholeheartedly belief chis and leon work in tactical gear for stamina like firefighters do)
He hesitantly turns his head to check on you, his run slowly turning into a jog, his jog turning into a slow pace backward walk. “You alright ma’am?” He sees that he broke you out of whatever deep thought you’d been in, “Yeah! Y—yes, sorry I just thought you were someone else…”
He looks at you and then looks past you.
Out of curiosity you turn your head, he’s looking at your car.
“You must be the runner lady Kennedy keeps talking about…” He’s unaware the way he’s muttering to himself is loud and clear as day, “W-What? Kennedy? I don’t know anyone named—”
The man immediately pinches the bridge of his nose, “The bastard hasn’t even introduced himself yet?” He let out a belly laugh, wiping away a fake tears.
The Brunette reaches out his hand, “The names Chris Redfield, my blonde buddy is Leon S. Kennedy—”
Your eyes widen. Chris could hear the gears in your head turning. “So you’ve been to the museum?” He asked, as your looking for words to come out.
“Been to the museum? I work there! I— I— Holy shit… I’ve been running with Captain America this whole time—?”
“This whole time.”
“This whole time?!”
You slap your face in embarrassment. Chris winced, you could probably hear that from across the park.
“I thought he looked familiar...” You muttered to yourself. “So he’s fine right? He hasn’t show up for the last two weeks and I’m starting to get worried—”
“He said that you probably wouldn’t even notice his absence.”
You froze again.
Not notice his absence?
“That’s crazy. We— we’ve been running at the same time every morning for months. Of course I noticed. I’ve been lonely without him—”
You realized you’ve said more than enough to a man you consider a stranger. Your ears turn red with embarrassment.
The brunette grinned, “I’ll pass along the message.”
You felt your heart spike as he began to jog away, “W—wait!” A loud groan escaped your lips. He wasn’t stopping for you any time soon. Dragging you hands along your face in disbelief, “Please world, swallow me whole.”
The next following days had been the same.
No Leon.
Until it was Friday.
You got there a little bit earlier than usual, stretched and started your run. You’d reached the opposite side of the park when some headlights passed and parked nowhere near your car. You thought nothing off it, so you continued.
Once you started running towards the parking lot, it became clearer and clearer that the black car was in fact a Porsche. Scanning the track before the parking lot again, you noticed a man, with a black cap, leaning against your car with two bright white cups in his hands.
You slowed your pace down to a jog, then to a full walk, both your hands resting on your waistband. His cap was no longer hiding his face as you walked directly towards him. He looked exactly almost like he did in the museum pictures but he wasn’t as young. You knew he’d been out of the ice for a couple of years now, his physical appearance was in his early 30s but you knew he’d be a bit over 85.
“You just gonna double fist those coffees or is one of them for me?”
He rose a brow, “Why would I fight my coffee?” You opened your mouth to speak but you firmly pressed your lips together, allowing him the time to form a thought, “Oh!— You mean, if I’m gonna have them both… Um, I didn’t know what you liked so I just went with a latte," he reached into his pockets to hold up two brown sugar packets, “A—and I brought you these just in case if it wasn’t sweet enough for you.”
You received the coffee and smiled, “Thanks…” you said softly, leaning against your car with him. “So uh—” you took a sip of your coffee, “Did your friend Chris—”
“He did.”
“Great.”
You nodded slowly, taking another sip from your cup… “Is it weird that I work at the museum?”
He shook his head, “No, not really.” He took a sip from his cup. “Is it weird that I’m Captain America?” Leon asked casually. He watched as you pondered, looking at the top of your cup before facing him, “Yes.”
“But?” He asked, “But— I think I can get used to Captain American getting my lattes from now on…”
“I think I can get used to that too.”
“Good, we should do that now— this coffee was burnt.”
“I thought my coffee tasted weird…”
You shook your head and took his coffee out of his hands, not surprised that it had only been pure black coffee. You took a sip, “Ew— yeah no that’s gross.” He reaches for his coffee back but you turn, straight toward the garbage can. “Hey— I paid 12 bucks for that…” You rolled your eyes and dusted off your hands, “Come on grandpa, I’ll show you the good coffee places that won’t rip you off, my treat.”
You grabbed a couple of things from you car before beginning your stroll with Leon, “Can’t believe you paid six dollars for trash… twice. They really scammed your old ass.”
He froze in his tracks and raised a brow at you, “You might look 30 and flirty but I know you’re a 80 year old man up there.” You stop in your tracks to stare at him down, crossing your arms in the process.
“You think I’m flirty?”
“You wouldn’t have leaned on my car with a latte in hand if you weren’t…”
Later In the week:
“On your left…”
“On your left…”
“On your—”
“Oh come on!”
You ripped out your wire earbuds, hearing Leon’s laugh more clearly now. “That’s totally unfair… You’ve been holding back this whole time!” Looking down at you watch, you track your time and his the way you did all those months ago.
He jogged back to you with a grin. He sprinted past you four different times— and every time he did, he’d leave a love tap on your ass. “Did you have to slap my ass harder every time you lapped me?” You ask, covering the sun from your eyes.
Leon shrugged, his eyes squinting, still trying to catch his breath as well. He shrugged his shoulders, “Yeah— yeah I did.”
You roll your eyes, “Why am I dating you again?” The blonde hero stands before you now, his large hands pressed against your eyebrows, slapping you hands away in the process before covering the sun for you, “I can remind you when I get you in bed later.” His voice was a little deeper, quiet enough only for you to hear. He watched as your cheeks rose, you’re grinning now, “Captain’, I don’t think you understand that you’re threatening me with a good time.”
You were standing on your toes, trying to kiss the man before you when you felt someone shoulder check Leon, unbalancing the both of you.
“Get a room you two. People are trying to run here.” Chris sassed.
You flipped the man off as he continued to run, his back facing you. “I saw that!” He yelled from the distance.
“Tell Chris I want alone time— Real, alone time. I don’t wanna find him lounging on my couch like last time…”
“Noted.”
The last time Leon and his partner had a steamy night in, he didn’t pick up his phone, he didn’t inform anyone where he went and that was a bad call. The room was warm, it had the familiar sent of two bodies colliding together to prove who loved who more. You jolted up from his bare chest when you heard movement from the living room, Leon was already out of the bed before you could say something. Quickly putting on his shirt, you pulled out a hand gun from underneath your night stand. Leons hand rested on your abdomen, insisting that you get behind him.
When the door swung open, all the tension from your shoulder collapsed, seeing Chris Redfield sitting on your couch with your cat in his lap. “Jesus fucking— Chris?! What the hell are you doing here?! And how long have you been here?!”
He gave all the answers to your questions as he continued to focus on the cat on his lap. You pinch the bridge of your nose as you could feel the back of your neck get hot from embarrassment. He heard everything. You clicked the safety back on your gun and slapped it against Leon’s bare chest, “Get him out now or I will.” You slam your bedroom door behind, almost grazing his back.
“You heard the lady.”
“I heard more than I would like…”
“GET OUT CHRISTOPHER!”
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Has anyone else done this because the parallels of Steve Rogers and Leon S Kennedy are just *chef kiss* leave me links plz, I beg.
I have nothing to say other than I tried being creative and in the world of AI Slop, I think that says a lot.
Helloooo! Can i request a crack fic or fluff leon with “why are u on tinder” on ur partner trend?it like ec “i just saw claire on tinder babe” hehe and leon being confused and chris explained it to him when he doesnt realize what u said and he be like “why are U on tinder?”
+ crack and fluff fic
+ slight change of characters for plot
+ Leon HAS to be 40+ living with a younger s/o
+ old clueless leon
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It hadn’t been the first time that you pulled a prank that was recently trending online with Leon.
I don’t think I’d necessarily say that he’s, sick with your shit (as you say), but you know he’s getting there.
It was Sunday night, both of you tucked in bed. Leon had a book in hand, reading glasses on, as you scrolled mindlessly through socials on mute. “Hey babe, has Sherry said anything about dating recently?” You mindlessly ask, making sure he couldn’t smell your prank from a mile away… he had recently gotten really good with raining down on your parade.
You expected him to be more curious, but Leon only pinched the corner of his pages to turn to a new one, “Sherry knows better than to talk to me about her dating life… I think she’s afraid I’ll scare them off.” Although you laughed, you knew it held some truth. “Why? Are you trying to gossip with me?” He looked at you over the rim of his glasses, “You know I’m not like that honey.” You vigorously shook your head after he asked about gossiping, “No, no, no- ” His focus went back to the book, “I was just curious. I just keep seeing her pop up on t i n d e r.”
The slow pronunciation of the apps name went over Leon’s head. He hummed in performative interest, his eyes continuing to scan down the page of his book.
You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, phone still in hand, “Sooo… you don’t care that I saw Sherry on tinder?” Repeating yourself didn’t give you the reaction you had looked for either.
A slow, unbothered, shake of the head.
“No, honey.”
It took Leon until the next weekend to give you the reaction you wanted.
Chris took the two of you to a gun range, Something you did often after recent events.
When it was Leon’s turn, you took the chance to try your prank on Chris. “Hey, super off topic but—” you remove the protective headphones, letting them hang around your neck, “Did you know Sherry’s on tinder? I keep seeing her profile… Kinda makes you curious if she’s going on any dates.”
You could immediately tell that he saw straight through your bullshit.
You grab his bicep and crouch down, almost in a praying positions, your toes barely touching the ground below, “P L E A S E, pretty please help me— Leon didn’t get the fucking joke and it’s been a week! P L E A S E!” Chris propped you up from your shoulders to settle you back on your feet, “Don’t involve me in your antic woman.”
“I’ll buy you any weapon of your choice.”
“…”
“…”
“What’s my budget?”
“I’ll give you Leon’s card.”
“Deal.”
You fistbump in agreement.
When it was your turn to shoot. You watched Chris nod Leon over, taking the opportunity to shoot at your target to drown out his voice on purpose.
“[Name] keeps mentioning Sherrys dating profile.”
The blue eyed agent shakes his head, as if disappointed, no longer surprised with his partners antics. “They’ve been nosier than usual— was telling me about how they saw her profile last weekend on Tinder.”
“…”
Chris pinched the bridge of his nose, how oblivious has this man become in recent years?
“Leon, Tinder is a—”
“Dating app, I know, I—”
“A dating app where you need to have a profile to see other people’s profiles— How did [Name] see Sherrys profile?”
Chris had never seen the light bulb above Leon’s head turn on so quickly. He suppressed a laugh, “Now you got something to talk about on the ride home.”
But the ride home was awkward and quiet.
You sat in the passenger seat with your hands pressed between your thighs, hoping that he’d break the silence.
He didn’t. Not until you got home.
He parked the car in its designated area, unbuckling his seatbelt, still pondering what Chris mentioned. “Last week you told me you saw Sherrys profile on Tinder… How exactly—”
You rolled your eyes, disappointed with how composed he was at the moment, “How exactly did I do what?” You interrupted, Acting stupid. You had to act stupid, he wasn’t giving you the reaction you wanted…
Unless you pushed for it.
“[Name]…”
“Leon…” You said in a, can I help you, tone.
He leaned against the drivers seat, propping his elbow against the center console. His hand opened, palm up to the roof, “Phone. Unlocked now.”
You raise a brow at him. Never in your years together, had he ever asked for your phone. “Absolutely not.” You egged on. It was apparent that he was slowly becoming irritated.
You reached for the handle, hearing the car lock the both of you in before you could even think about climbing out. “Car unlocks when I get your phone unlocked.”
Leon crossed his arms, shifting to make himself more comfortable, “We can be here all day, we got nowhere to be, your Majesty.”
He only called you, your Majesty, when he believed you were being stubborn and unreasonable (also bratty, but that was beside the point). Your eyes squinted, studying the man beside you, “You’re really locking me in MY car… because I won’t give you my phone.”
“The car I bought you— but yes.”
You tossed your phone into his lap, “073177”
His heart pinged in his chest.
His birthday.
He looked down at your phone. Then at you. The gears in his head were turning hard and fast when you looked back at him. Leon contemplated picking up your phone, “OKAY! I can’t do this anymore! I feel like I kicked a puppy! Baby—” You instinctively put your hand on his cheek, “It was a prank… Last weekend, seeing Sherry on tinder, it was all part of a stupid joke I’ve been seeing around online—” You could see the immense relief that came off his shoulders when he heart you say it was a prank. “I even got Chris on it this morning and now I feel like a stupid jerk! I’m so sorry honey.”
Crawling over the console, you wrapped your arms around his neck, cradling yourself into his lap. “What can I do so you can forgive me.”
“I have a few ideas…”
The next morning:
“You know, when you said that it involved getting wet, hot and soapy— I wasn’t imagining washing your fucking Porsche, Leon.”
“I don’t know what else you could have been possibly imagining…”
He pressed a kiss on your bare shoulder, “Come on, you got a lot of work to do.”
“Kiss my ass Kennedy.”
He pinches your cheeks together with one hand, forcing your lips to pucker, kissing you deep for only a fraction of a second.
“Planning on it tonight.”
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And so fucking short— I’m so sorry. I like don’t have the stamina to write like I used too.
For the anon who requested nsfw for Leon… it’s coming.
