hii so i've been posting mostly on ao3 right now so i thought i'd drop my ao3 ! (it's mostly re content that i've been fixating on and i'm archiving my phanfiction, but i'll be posting and writing about anything that tickles my brain :) )
and also in case people want to read the fics here here's the links to all of them and down bellow, I will also try to go back to all of them and tag them with something along the lines of "panda writes" in case the links don't work!
all twisted sparring with leon turns spicy drabble !
tw. mdni. dry humping. flirting. manhandling. semi public sex. clit rubbing. almost caught.
the training room in the BSAA safehouse was a converted warehouse, all concrete floors and exposed pipes. flluorescent lights hummed overhead casting sterile white across the mat-covered center where you stood slightly breathless facing leon.
he’d been at it for forty-five minutes. started with basic stance work—feet shoulder-width apart, knees soft and weight balanced. moved into striking drills that left your forearms aching from blocking his padded hits. now he was circling you like a wolf, those blue eyes tracking every shift of weight, every nervous glance.
"again.” he said voice low, patient. "you’re telegraphing the cross. that shoulder dip tells me exactly what's coming."
you reset your guard, fists up, stance wide. leon moved in throwing a slow jab that you slipped, then a hook you caught on your elbow. he was taking it easy on you—you could tell by the way he pulled his punches, the way his breath stayed steady while yours came in fast sharp gasps.
"better." he closed the distance stepping inside your reach and suddenly his hands were on your hips, guiding you backward. "but you're still thinking too much. fightings not about thinking."
"what’s it about?" the words came out breathier than you intended.
his hands stayed on you, warm through the thin cotton of your tank top. "you gotta feel it.”
he moved again, a sweep that knocked your feet out from under you, but his arms caught you before you hit the mat. for a heartbeat you were suspended, back arched with his body pressed against yours from chest to thigh. then he lowered you down, following one knee between your legs, his breath ghosting across your jaw.
the mat smelled like rubber and sweat. leon smelled like something darker—cedar and gunpowder and the sharp musk of exertion. his face was inches from yours, that stubbled jaw tight, eyes blown at the pupils.
"this part of the lesson?" you managed.
his mouth twitched. not quite a smile. "depends. you want to learn what happens when you can't get back up?"
your heart slammed against your ribs. his weight pressed down, and you felt it—the hard ridge of him through his tactical pants, grinding against the heat between your legs. not accidental. definitely not accidental.
"leon..”
he shifted just slightly and the friction sent a jolt through your entire body. your hips rolled up to meet him, instinct overriding any pretense of training. his breath caught. his hands slid from your hips to your thighs, gripping, spreading you wider beneath him.
"yeah?..” he breathed, almost to himself. "yeah, that's it."
you grabbed fistfuls of his shirt pulling him closer and he obliged—dropping his weight fully onto you, pelvis grinding into yours in a slow deliberate rhythm. the rough fabric of his pants dragged against your shorts catching a friction that made your toes curl beneath your shoes.
his mouth found your throat, open-mouthed, teeth scraping over the pulse point. "been watching you all session-“ he growled against your skin. "the way you bite your lip when you're concentrating.. the way your tits bounce when you move. Fuck."
you arched into him, wrapping a leg around his waist and he groaned—low and guttural, a sound that vibrated through his chest into yours. his hips pistoned harder, that thick pressure rubbing directly over your clit where you needed it most, every grind sending sparks up your spine.
"that feel good?" his voice ragged now, losing that controlled edge. "feel how hard I am for you?"
you could. god you could feel every inch of him, straining against the fly of his pants, pressing into the cradle of your thighs. your own body responded, soaking through the fabric slick and desperate.
"yeah!” you gasped. "dont stop..!”
he didn't. he picked up the pace, both hands gripping your ass now lifting you into each thrust. the mat squeaked beneath you. Your breaths mingled hot and fast and you could feel it building—that coiling tension in your belly, the way your walls clenched around nothing desperate for him.
his forehead dropped to yours. "im.. gonna—fuck, I'm close—"
and then a red light blinked on the far wall.
leon froze. his eyes snapped open tracked to the corner of the ceiling, where a security camera stared down at the mat like a dead eye.
"shit.”
he was off you in an instant rolling to his feet, adjusting his pants with practiced efficiency. you lay there flushed, trembling legs still open, watching him run a hand through his disheveled hair.
“cameras.” he said voice clipped, all business now. “central feeds. people gotta be watching.”
you sat up slowly heat burning your cheeks for an entirely different reason now. the abandoned ache between your legs throbbed unfulfilled.
leon offered you a hand up. His grip was steady but his eyes swept over you once—lingering on the hard peaks of your nipples visible through the sweat-damp tank top. his jaw tightened.
when he spoke again his voice had dropped back to that low private register. "meet me in the locker room.”
he squeezed your hand once then released it, already walking toward the control room with that easy unhurried stride.
you stood there legs shaky, pussy aching watching him go. the camera's red eye still blinked indifferent and omniscient.
⤷ 𝓷𝓼𝓯𝔀. inappropriate use of a lollipop. age gap. 𝟸.𝟽𝓀
“what flavor is it?”
a deep shade of red stains the center of your lips, sweet to taste and sticky to touch because of the ball of candy in your mouth, “cherry,” you chirp in response to leon’s question before you pull the lollipop out and show it to him, though he doesn’t look at all impressed with you or your cherry sucker
leon simply nods—just once—before he starts to roll the sleeves of his dress shirt upwards while he saunters around his desk. your eyes track his movements while he moves around the room and it’s then that you notice that he’s pre-prepared his office for your private tutoring—he’s ready for it
his curtains are closed, his desk has been cleared of your classmates papers and assignments, his laptop has been tidied away and then to top it all off, you hear the lock on his office door sliding into place and suddenly, all of the teasing you did during his lecture feels like it’s coming back to bite you on the ass
the realisation shoots excitement—and maybe a little bit of anxiety—up your spine and causes it to straighten while you shove the lollipop back into your mouth and stare straight ahead at the various certificates and qualifications that are framed and hung on the wall behind leon’s desk
you can’t see him anymore but you know that he’s lingering somewhere behind you. the fabric of his shirt crinkles and you can hear his footsteps, heavy and dull against the old rug that covers most of his office floor. the anticipation makes you squirm and you’re sure that leon is revelling in every second of it
there’s a stream of slick dampening the thin material of your panties. it’s been steadily building all day long—ever since you remembered that you had one of leon’s classes—but with leon’s somewhat twisted sense of teasing, you can feel the insides of your thighs starting to become sticky against your will
seconds pass by, each one feeling like it lasts a lifetime before leon’s chest starts to bump against your shoulders with long drawn out breaths. he’s too calm and far too collected, given the amount of teasing you did, but you try not to think about it as his lips ghost over the shell of your ear
“do you know…” he trails off, his voice dangerously low as his hands brush past your waist to press onto the edge of his desk, engulfing you with his body, “how hard it is to concentrate and teach a lecture when you’re sucking so messily on that?” he asks, reaching up to tug on the lollipop stick between your lips
the candy knocks against the back of your teeth but you refuse to let him have it so easily. you smile around the stick and—not so subtly—grind your ass back into his crotch as your cat and mouse game commences, “did you want me to suck something else so messily, sir?” you question, feigning innocence
leon growls, falling for it hook, line and sinker just like you knew he would but what you couldn’t have predicted is the rough shove of his hand between your shoulder blades. he bends you over with ease and there’s no time to fight it, leaving you blinking at his office sideways as your cheek smushes into the cool surface of his desk
his hands slides up the back of your neck, slowly and taking time to squeeze at the sides of your throat just enough to make you gasp before his fingertips wind harshly into the roots of your hair to keep you docile, “you sure this is how you want to play with me?” leon warns, holding his rapidly depleting composure
he’s giving you an out, a chance to leave before the situation goes any further but you’re dripping wet and eager to see what he has in store for you, there’s simply nowhere else you’d rather be—not that you’ll tell him that, “it’s not like i have anything better to do,” you say with your tone flat and your shoulders shrugging
something in the room shifts. the air becomes palpable and the silence is deafening while leon processes your goading. it feels menacing at best, causing alarm bells to ring in your head, and yet, your cunt still clenches tight and floods with a fresh wave of slick that sends a visible shiver throughout your body
for a moment, you start to doubt if leon is going to do anything at all or if he’s just going to leave you there as you are, bent over and squirming whilst your pussy begs for attention. it would be sick and sadistic of him but you suppose that’s what you deserve after blatantly ignoring every one of his warnings
thankfully though, whatever leon has planned for you sets itself in stone as his hips roll forwards in a jerked thrust. the zip on his slacks grazes your clit through too many layers of clothing and the blooming pleasure that it creates makes your knees buckle
you accidentally stand on leon's shoes in your poor attempt to regain your balance and whether he doesn't notice it or just doesn't care about it, you don't know because it goes ignored while he busies himself with flipping your skirt upwards and then groaning under his breath at the sight of you
“fuckin’ soaked already,” he tuts—though you’re not sure you could be anything but when he’s manhandling you so nicely. his finger hooks underneath the ruined fabric of your panties and then twists to pull the material over your clit taut, “so fucking needy and for what—for me?” he asks
he knows full well that it’s because of him—it’s always because of him—and you refuse to give him the satisfaction of confirming it. instead, you roll your lollipop between your lips, sucking noisily and letting drool spill from the corner of your mouth and onto the smooth surface of his desk
a small puddle forms, spit dyed red and seeping into antique wood underneath your cheek. leon spots it straight away and all but snarls because of it, “give that to me,” he snaps and wraps a hand around your face, digging his fingertips into your cheeks to force your jaw open so that he can snatch the lollipop stick up
“if you wanted one, you could’ve just asked,” you grumble as he takes it away, leaving your mouth feeling empty. you wriggle underneath him, fighting half-assed to get him off of you whilst he frantically drags your panties down your thighs and leaves them in their own puddle around your ankles
“i don’t—don’t fuckin’ like ‘em,” leon huffs, caught off guard mid sentence by your glistening cunt. it cries for his attention, dripping beads of slick down the center of your pussy and to your twitching clit, where it hangs in thin strings before snapping and splashing onto the floor between your feet
you pout, though you don’t think he can see it given the angle he’s holding you at, “shame, it makes me taste so sweet,” you giggle, sounding breathy, as he kicks your feet wider. your pussy spreads with a wet pop and just as you’re about to chew him out for nudging you, a gasp is ripped from your lungs, “o-oh fuck,”
something sticky touches your clit, smearing through your slick and upwards towards your hole before it drags back down. the sensation is like nothing you’ve ever felt before, it’s indescribable and all you can do is ramble a chorus of moans and whimpers while your eyes roll back behind your half closed eyelids
“that shut you up, huh?” leon teases—his words not garbled by a lollipop in his mouth, which only verifies your suspicions. he taps the hard ball of candy against your throbbing clit, watching as your thighs tremble and try to pull inwards when you're knocked off balance for a second time
“fuck—oh god—leon, sir,” you manage to get out between the sounds that are spilling from your lips and echoing off of his office walls when he twists the lollipop right up underneath your clit and it feels like he’s sticking it to every single nerve ending that you have hiding beneath your sensitive skin
leon hums, sounding wholly uninterested with your rambling as he starts to alternate between tapping, twisting and tracing the lollipop over your cunt. he moves quickly and doesn’t follow any particular pattern, making it impossible for you to guess what sticky touch you’re going to get next
pleasure twists in your stomach when he teases your clit, fire ignites in your veins when he swirls around your desperate hole and an embarrassing stream of begs tumble from the tip of your tongue when he never quite touches you where you want him to, “please—i need more, sir—please,”
“more—more what?” leon asks, knowing that you’re in no position to be asking him for anything while he traces up the center of your cunt, “c’mon—you were all mouth a minute ago,” he encourages when you just whine in response and then when you still fail to answer him, “more—mhmm, like this?”
your body lurches forwards as he plunges the lollipop into you, knocking your hips clumsily against the edge of his desk. the candy slips into your hole with ease and no preamble, causing a silent whine to catch in your throat, “oh fuck—oh my god—fuck,” you moan and grip onto the desk until your knuckles turn white
“oh, now you know how to use your words,” leon sighs while he slowly twists the stick of the lollipop, letting it cling and drag against the clenching walls of your cunt. the intrusion is barely there, not really stretching you at all but the feeling of it more than makes up for the lack of size and width
leon pulls it out of you gently and then slides it back in deeper before he starts to move it in shallow thrusts. your head spins with it all, the pleasure that it produces and the sheer filthiness of what he’s doing to you, it’s too much in the very best way
slick coats the candy quickly, softening the stickiness of it and allowing it to slide in and out of you effortlessly as leon starts to pick up the pace. your back arches and your hips start to wriggle restlessly and it’s then that his fingers finally loosen in your hair, allowing you to look over your shoulder at him
he’s standing tall over you, looming in a way that makes your stomach ache. his tie has been pulled loose, the top button of his shirt has been undone and behind the blue of his eyes, lust clouds. he looks divine and in any other circumstance, you’d be begging him to fuck you properly
his fingers swipe through the puddle of your spit that’s still pooling on his desk, glazing his fingers in a light pink gloss, before he reaches forwards and taps them against your bottom lip, “suck—i know you know how to,” he orders with a smirk that wobbles when you part your lips for him
you suck his fingertips into your mouth and whimper over the faint taste of cherry that blooms over your taste buds as you start to lap your tongue along his digits. you lick him clean first and then start to suck, hollowing your cheeks and tightening your lips around his knuckles—just like he asked
“shit—good girl,” leon grunts and rewards you for your efforts by tilting the lollipop at a downward angle. your entire body stutters and tears sting in your eyes while he purposefully rubs it back and forth over the sensitive little spot that you didn’t even know existed until you met him
moans muffle in your mouth, trapped in the space between your cheeks and leon’s fingers, while the spring in your stomach winds tight over the wet sounds that are piercing your ears from the languid suck of your lips and the futile clench of your pussy around the lollipop stick
you’re dizzy with want and on any normal day, you’d need more to come but right now, you have everything you need to be pushed to the edge. that, however, doesn’t stop one of your hands from jamming down between the desk and your body in search of your neglected clit
leon chuckles above you and presses his fingertips down onto your tongue as you circle your own fingertips over your clit in rough circles, “look at you—desperate little thing,” he coos and goes back to thrusting your lollipop into you—as if he already knows what you need to get to your orgasm
“uh huh,” you hum around him, too far gone to realise that he’s actually ridiculing you, while you rub over your sticky clit. the residue from the lollipop has half dried and it catches against your fingers awkwardly, stopping it from feeling as good as you’d like it to, prompting you to whine for leon’s help
his fingers pull out of your mouth with a pop and before you have the chance to complain about the sudden emptiness of your mouth, his hand knocks against yours and his spit covered fingertips glide over your clit and replace yours, filling you with that euphoric sensation that you were looking for
“you’re so fuckin’ dirty, letting me do this,” leon grunts as you find yourself completely under his control once more. he plays with your clit recklessly and fucks the lollipop into you like his life depends on it, “dirty girl—i mean look, you’re about to come around a lollipop for christ's sake,” he berates
truthfully, you feel dirty but you don’t care—not a single bit. a fire rages in your body and pulls all of your muscles tight while you nod and sob hysterically in response. you are about to come around a lollipop and even if you wanted to, you can’t stop it now, you’re right there and submitting to it willingly
leon gets a front row seat to watch your body being taken over by your impending orgasm. you're shaking—practically vibrating—on top of his desk, your knuckles whiten as your hands ball into little fists and your cunt starts to contract, “oh you’re actually going to do it, let me see it then—shit—yeah, just like that,” leon groans
his rough words are what does it. the rasp of his voice and the teasing undertone lacing through his sentence makes you wail loudly enough to alert anyone that’s walking past his office while your eyes snap shut and squeeze out a fresh wave of tears that sting as they drip down your blotchy cheeks
sweat prickles underneath the surface of your skin and your limbs feel heavy while leon touches you through it. he’s slower now though, brushing and ghosting his wet fingertips over your twitching bundle of nerves and barely twisting the lollipop just inside of your pulsing entrance
he’s praising you—you think. there’s a low drone that’s mixing in with your heartbeat pounding in your ears and whether he is or isn’t talking, you whimper back to him all the same but it becomes clear that at some point, he was warning you and you only understand it when you whine uncomfortably
the lollipop catches against your sensitive pussy as he gently pulls it out of you, causing you to shudder and plant one of your shoes into his shin to push him away from you. he steps back with a low laugh—of course, you manage to hear that—while he happily watches as your legs struggle to hold your weight
you sag on his desk, panting in harsh breaths and jerking with the violent aftershocks of your orgasm. eventually, leon must come closer again because you feel his fingers carding softly through your hair, "can suck me off in a minute—just like you sucked that lollipop during my lecture," he says, garbled
with a snap of your neck, you turn to look up at him. he's smirking—again—but this time, your come and slick coated lollipop is sat proudly between his lips, "thought you didn't like them," you huff, though it's hard to sound indignant when your eyes are fluttering shut because of his fingers stroking against your scalp
"you were right, it does make you taste sweet,"
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☁︎⋅ (18+) rookie!leon eating you out and creaming his pants
“l-leon, I don’t know if I can go again,” you cried out, your voice catching in your throat as your hips twitched helplessly above him.
you weren’t sure many times you’d come. it was hard to keep track after the third orgasm. but leon wasn’t ready to let go, he kept going, his broad hands gripping your thighs tight to keep you anchored in place. he thrusted into the air, desperate for some sort of friction.
“you just taste so good,” leon groaned against your skin. his face buried itself back between your lips, his tongue dragging in thick, heavy strokes through your folds. he sucked down on your clit, letting your arousal drench his lips and coat his chin. “one more, please, just one more…”
you looked down, your hands trembling as you braced yourself against the headboard. your gaze met his soft blue eyes. they were wide, glassy, and so sweet they looked like they might spill over with tears at any second. his cheeks were flushed a crimson red and his damp hair stuck messily to his forehead. he was completely at your mercy.
“you’re so pretty like this,” you breathed out, your heart hammering against your ribs. you reached down to brush the damp hair out of his face.
leon let out a soft whine at the gentle touch, the vibration of it causing you to jolt. “my pretty boy,” you whispered.
“oh fuck-”
leon sucked down hard on your clit, his tongue swirling in a frantic, demanding rhythm. you gripped the headboard for dear life as the sudden sensation sent you crashing into another violent orgasm. your sweet release coated his lips and his tongue moved eagerly to catch every single drop.
as your body settled, you noticed that leon was panting incredibly hard. you shifted, looking behind you, only to see a very prominent dark wet spot across his gray sweats.
a soft gasp left your lips. “did you just…?” you giggled.
leon groaned, a pitiful sound escaping his lips as his ears turned bright pink. he pulled away from your lips to nudge his nose against your inner thigh.
“you taste really good,” he mumbled defensively, his voice muffled as he tried to hide his blushing face from view.
god, I'm so, so tired of seeing the biphobia regarding the bg3 companions.
No, Karlach isn't "actually a lesbian". No, Astarion isn't "actually gay". they are all bi/pan. canonically. just because Karlach is a big muscle woman and Astarion is a flamboyant twinkish man doesn't mean that either of them are any less bisexual.
when you say shit like "Astarion is romanceable for both genders but I think he actually is gay!" thats just one of the most basic biphobic stereotypes reheated. since time immemorial bi men who are not stereotypically masculine have been accused of being gay, actually.
erasing these characters' bisexuality because it doesn't fit your stereotypical idea of what a "real" bi person is like is just plain old biphobia and I'm getting tired of repeatedly seeing companion headcanons rewriting their sexuality to better fit into shitty stereotypes.
me: [writing something] shoot... what's this woman's pronouns?
stenographer: well her bio says she/her...
me: better play it safe anyway [writes "it"]
the ghost of marie curie: [appears out of thin air] ivy... you're the first person to ever correctly gender me in a hundred and eighty-two years. from the bottom of my cold dead heart, thank you.
some hyper famous artists like Van Gogh transcend overratedness and become underrated because they're so normalized. Like I'll look at a van Gogh and I'm like wait this really is amazing you guys don't get it
everymorning: i think im about to die. i think im going to die. im actually going to die. this is it. im going to die. im going to die immediately.
every single night: lock in. OK. Lock In. Change your Life. I love you. Lock in. This is going to be big. I’m going to change the world. Ready? I love you. Lock in. I have an idea. Lock in.
