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ā the family protection act..
ā summary: a quiet life was never supposed to be possible for leon. but somehow it happened anyway ā a beautiful wife, a house in a wooded suburb outside the city, a son who thinks he has the coolest dad ever, and another baby on the way. for the first time in years, things are calm. normal. until one morning, leon receives a photo taken from within his home. in it, his family is asleep. someone has been watching.
ā caution: age gap relationship! donāt shoot! reader in mid twenties to early thirties. pregnancy, motherhood, stalking, canon typical resident evil tension/violence/danger (though, this instalment is pretty tame).
ā word count: 3,000.
what is that noise..?
itās subtle at firstā drawers opening, something heavy set down on wood, the soft zip of a bag? your brain tries to ignore it for a few seconds, trying to cling to sleep because god knows you need it. but the sounds are continuous and youāre now registering them somewhere down the hall and it pulls you up the rest of the way.
the bedroom is still dark with the exception of the night light across the room and the digital clock at your side of the bed.
2:17 AM.
you sit up slowly, blinking blearily as the oversized t-shirt you slept in slides off one shoulder. thereās a heatless curl ribbon still tied in your hair from when you set before bed, stray ends that came undone in your sleep hang down in soft loopsā you donāt even know where your bonnet went. but its almost always stuck somewhere between the mattress and the headboard or somewhere discarded on the floor.
your stomach rises in a precious round curve beneath the cotton when you shift. for a moment you just lie there, then something warm shifts beside you and a small heel presses into your side. you blink slowly and turn your head to see your three year old son sprawled across the bed sideways; half on your pillow, half on your arm, breathing softly with the deep and heavy sleep only toddlers seem capable of after a long day of terror (play). one of his hands is tangled in the hem of your shirt and you're certain he fell asleep holding onto you. his hair is messy, sticking up in soft tufts against the pillowā he looks just like his father. you almost want to take a picture.
your son stirs with a sleepy little noise. ā..mama..ā
āshh,ā you murmur, brushing your fingers through his curls. āgo back to sleep, baby.ā he sighs softly and curls deeper into the blankets.
youāre sixā almost seven months along in your pregnancy now and everything takes a second longer than it used to. your back is a little tight and your breasts feel sore and heavy, it takes you a few moments to gather yourself before your legs swing over the side of the bed and push yourself up with a small grunt, rubbing sleep out of your eyes as you waddle toward the hallway.
the light in the living room is on. thatās the first thing you notice.
the second is your husband, leon. how strange. was this a dream? he wasnāt supposed to be home for a couple days. and you know that for a fact because you were counting down the days with a little pochacco widget on the homescreen of your phone. youāre not upset by any means, youāre just very confused, disheveled and half asleep.
leonās moving quickly through the living room, tossing things into a duffel bag on the couch with urgency that makes your chest tighten before you even understand why. jacket. flashlight. an ammo box. something metallic you donāt recognize and thereās a couple more bags by the door already packed too.
āleon?ā your voice comes out soft with sleep and he freezes for just for a second before he turns toward you. oh. you know that look. thatās the look he gets before missionsā really focused, distant, already five steps ahead of wherever he is.
Knock You Down a Peg or Two
Pairing: Husband!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Someone learns the hard way that it's a bad idea to upset Bucky's wife.
Word Count: Over 1.5k
Warnings: Established relationship, violent threats (not against the reader), protective vibes, implied sexy times, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: I'm in a mood, lovelies. We can consider this in the same universe as Mr. and Mrs. Barnes and Handsome and Beautiful. ā¤ļø Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Bucky was no longer the Winter Soldier. He told himself every day he wasn't a cold killer anymore. He did his best to make amends and worked hard to clear his name. From time to time though, people pushed his buttons and got under his skin. You helped him brush it off. Their opinions didn't matter at the end of the day, only yours.
lessons in lovemaking
marvel au bucky x blackwidow!reader You and Bucky Barnes go undercover as a married couple, but when a fake kiss gets too real, he unexpectedly finishes in his pantsāleaving you both stunned.
Warnings: 18+ content minors dni, smut, fem reader, dry humping, grinding, soft dom vibes reader, soft sub vibes bucky, bucky is touch starved, premature ejaculation, reader has dubious methods of emotional control, vague mentions of previous sa, ex black widow reader, mentions of red room, very consensual, safe words, kissing, panic attacks, bucky barnes needs a hug, if you squint, there's some plot, fluff, angst, mentions of past violence, death and war, no use of y/n, lmk if i've missed anything
Word Count: 8.4k
A/N: hey guys, i'm a woman possessed. i've had so much motivation to write recently, so here is a quick one-shot. i'm sure this concept has been done before but i just couldn't stop thinking about touch starved bucky :( ! sorry for any typos - not proof read.
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You never wouldāve agreed to this mission had you known Barnes was going to be this squeamish. Youād seen the man slit throats without a sound, drop bodies with cold efficiency, and unload an entire chamber of bullets without so much as flinching. He hadnāt even blinked when aliens from outer-fucking-space rained hell upon Earth. But holding your hand? Letting his fingers brush your waist? Anything a devoted āhusbandā ought to do? The super soldier looked like heād rather swallow glass. He couldnāt even meet your gaze, for godās sake.
What the hell had Fury been thinking?
Elevator, Baby!
Summary : The team thinks Bucky has a crush on the towerās interior designer. They donāt know that theyāre already married.
Pairing : New Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Interior designer!reader (she/her)Ā
Warnings/tags : Thunderbolts* spoilers!!!!!!! Secret wife trope. Tower fic! Secret-ish baby. Cursing, not-too-detailed descriptions of sex, pregnancy, (Please let me know if I miss anything!!!)
Word count : 6.7kĀ
Requested by : two anons! Based on this and this.
Note : I combined two requests, I hope thatās alright, anons! Enjoy!
Bucky only stayed at The Watchtower three days a week.
Officially, those days were for debriefings, strategy syncs, mission prep, and what Alexei affectionately called team bonding.
The rest of the week, he goes off-grid and minimal contact, calling it rest and recuperation.Ā
He spent those days outside the city, tucked away in a modest, two-story house in the suburbs.Ā
The walls were painted in earthy tones. The porch creaked when it rained. The neighbours didnāt ask questions. But most importantly, it was where you, the love of his life, resided full time.Ā
It was home.
PEG HIM REAL GOOD ! ą°
pegging re2 leon this, pegging re2 leon thatā¦
ā what about pegging re4!leon? the one thatās so stoic, so big and strong, seemingly so dominant?
ā» contains. smut āŖ minors dni ! pegging of course , slight m!sub f!dom , ooc leon?? , cursing, porn w no plot (?) , heavy pet names, afab!reader , praise , handjob kinda
ā» aria speaks!!. im sorry i just needed to write this because i mean⦠like⦠look at him⦠who wouldnāt want to peg him⦠like who wouldnāt want to hold that juicy booty of his ā i mean he got a dumptruck we all know it. this was kinda rushed ngl.. but ENJOY (ĀÆ ³¯)ā”
āfuhhhck, baby, thatāsā shitā holdonasecāā
how delectable. thats part of the reason you ended up here in the first place, he was so cute. so selfless in everything he did, so loving towards you ā you just wanted to make him feel good. distract him from all his worries and stresses; make the only emotion heās capable of experiencing pleasure, even if only fleeting. and you knew just the thing.
it took a lot of convincing to get to this point. a lot, a lot. so much it actually surprised you a little, considering you knew deep down he loved being taken care of, even if he didnāt show it often.
you knew he wouldnāt regret it though. and now you can guarantee that you were right, and he wonāt, i mean.. just look at him.
āthat feel good, baby? hm?ā
āh..āholy fuck, iām⦠yeah, yeahyeah feels⦠ās feels like..ā
your hips pushed forward a tad bit harder; a deviation from the shallow and slow thrusts youād been accustoming him to. he choked on his own moan, spine twitching and pillow swallowing the delicious gasp he let out.
āoh, i know, i knoww. already going dumb on me, arenāt you?ā your fingertips gently ran down the curve of his twitching lower back, trying to settle him. āthatās okay, baby, donāt worry.. ās why weāre doing this, isnāt it? for you to jus feel good..ā
you emphasised that last word with another hard thrust, feeling your cunt pulse at the strained sounds escaping him.
āgonna make you feel good baby⦠you want that? want me to fill you up whole with my cock, fuck you as hard ānd fast as you need, make you all dumb?ā a shaky sigh wrenched itself from his lungs at your crude words, his hand adjusting to hold the sheets tighter. leon shuffled a little, shoving his face more into the pillows. ānuh uh, use your words, lee. if you want more, then tell me, alright?ā
it seemed shame was eating him up; humiliation at the position he was in evident when he still didnāt reply, instead only continuing to pant into the safety of the bed below him. it was clear heād become so used to security and routine, that this vulnerability was new to him. but not unwelcome, if his leaky twitchy cock was anything to go off of.
āleon.ā you sighed, voice firmer now. your hips ground back in a slow motion, pulling out of him. his hips twitched, as if he was resisting the urge to chase the blissful stretch of the silicone cock. you saved him the trouble, hips maintaining a painstakingly slow speed as you filled him back up. he let out a garbled moan, shuddering at the unfamiliar full feeling. āi asked if you wanted to be fucked hard. do you wāā
āyes!ā he gasped with a whine, tone needy and desperate.
you smiled, sitting up a little straighter as you gazed down at him adoringly. one of your hands moved to settle in his tousled blond hair, gently holding his head still in the pillows. the other rested on his hip, thumb tracing comforting lines on his skin as you pulled your hips back.
you wasted no time in indulging him, hips smacking back and forth at an instant brutal pace; making sure to do it hard ā hard enough to see the flesh on his ass ripple slightly with every slap of your hips against it.
he was already getting lost in it. a constant stream of whiney moans and muffled words you couldnāt make out leaving his lips, one of his hands shooting to yours that rested on his hip ā grabbing it, fingers intertwining. comforting.
āthaaatās it, taking it so good.. youāre being so good for me baby, arenāt you?ā the lewd sound of the excessive lube youād used earlier to prepare him bouncing off the walls. the nod he gave was all too eager, his head turning to rest on its side against the pillow.
his moans were louder now that they werenāt constricted, and with every thrust you delivered, one would fall from his lips.
the hand that was in his hair caressed his temple as you grunted from the effort. ācan hardly move⦠so tight, arenāt you honey? such a cutieā¦ā
leon whimpered at that, his moans becoming whinier the more you stretched him out.
āoh fuuuuck, babyā baby.. babybabybaby i canāt, shittt.. i canāt, you gottaā i canāt take it! oh my fucking..ā
āyes you can.ā you strained out, holding back your own moan from how much this was turning you on. you squeezed his hand tighter, your free hand moving from his head to wriggle between his shifting body and the bed. you wasted no time in taking a hold of his cock, even feeling a little surprised with how wet and hard it was.
āshit! iām..ā iām close, haah..ā
your thumb swiped at his tip as you thrusted harder, hard enough for the bed to creak beneath your shared weight. mostly leonās.
āohhh, my baby is so horny, loves being filled to the brim with my cock, hm? cum fr me, honey..ā
that was the last straw for leonās last remnant of sanity, it seems. he moaned, deep and powerful as his hips subtly moved to meet your thrusts.
it became increasingly hard for you to move with his clenching, and your hand kept losing its grip on his slippery cock with how much it was twitching.
āgoing toā iāmā ohh fuhhck, itāsā¦ā he was just plain whimpering now, movements becoming erratic as his back arched more for you. ācumming!ā
hot spurts of cum immediately landed on your hand, and it was sooo sticky. both his stomach, the bed, your hand, and a little of your arm becoming coated in his spend.
āshit, i canāt⦠i canāt stop, fuck..ā he groaned.
you panted, sweat coating your forehead as you slowed down your thrusts, letting him ride out his high. you moved your hand out from underneath him, relishing in the hiss that left him when your fingertips brushed his sensitive and still-twitching cock.
you licked his spend off your fingers, making sure the smack of your lips was loud so he could hear you. he slowly turned his head to watch you, an incoherent curse leaving his agape lips.
you licked up your arm, trying to get all of his cum.
āyou wanna do it on your back this time?ā
SNIPER, SNIPER! ā LEON KENNEDY
summary. in leonās line of work as a contract killer, weaknesses werenāt an option. luckily, heād eliminated his⦠all except for one.
warnings. fem!reader. au. nsfw, smut, fluff. hitman!leon, ex!leon, jealous!leon, re4!leon intended. discussion of murder, guns, bullets, etc. a loooot of blissful ignorance. porn with some plot. pet names. argument. oral sex (f!receiving), face sitting, missionary, unprotected p in v, creampie. wc. 5.3k
note. i tend to fuck up a nice āex who is a raging munchā fic or two saurrrr this is basically my staple now :3
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Leon isnāt sure why heās here.
He hasnāt ever bid on a target as sought after as the one that he has now acquired. The target was only described as someone who simply āknows too muchā about something they shouldnāt. Vague, he thinks, especially because they remained nameless, genderless, and description-less otherwise. It was odd, for sure, but it was the highest contract that he had ever come by.
As a matter of fact, heās positive that itās the highest contract that anyone in his position has ever seen, let alone signed. Heās sure that heās ruffled a bit of feathers by taking on the job, especially considering that he was still considered fresh meat among the other hitmen that he was distantly familiar with.
Leon preferred to stay out of the unusual politics that came with the underground world, and that meant taking on the jobs that no one deemed urgent enough to complete.
(Plenty of drug dealers, a few sketchy nightclub owners, and an awful bunch of politicians who he is 99% sure put the bounty on their own heads to avoid the scandal that was unearthed about each of them no less than two weeks after they were found with bullets in their heads. He preferred those hits. All men, all guilty of something.)
Nevertheless, he finds himself here, perched on the rooftop of an upscale bar with his sniper rifle angled over the ledge. His scope was perfectly aligned with the entrance of the night club across the street, his right eye narrowed while the other was completely shut.
Each Era of Leon and their first date with you
WARNINGS: Fluff, Fem!Reader
RE2,RE4R, Damnation, Infinite Darkness, Vendetta, RE6, Death Island
(not proof read was bored at my dads and did this quickly lmao)
JACK KRAUSER DATING HCās
Dating Headcannon.
itās my first one pls be indulgent.
⢠I see Jack being with someone independent and strong, someone who would impress him.
⢠If he meets his partner in the field (well before the events of RE4), I think he would probably be attracted to a partner who is competent and efficient, someone who stands out. He would underestimate/ignore you at first encounter, but after seeing you in action or during training, he would be pleasantly surprised and start to be intrigued.
FILL HER UP AND LEAVE HER DUMB!
SIREN IS TYPING! | FINALLY! PISS FIC IS OUT! i wanted to apologize for taking sosososo long for putting it out, ive been juggling college and writerās block HORRIBLY >< iāve written this like 101380203 times and i guess this one is the least mediocre one.. thank you to my babe pillsy & pups for proof reading this and dealing with the fact ive written this like a million times now.. 6.5k words!
WARNINGS! | NSFW! PISS! URINE! PEE! leon will be pissing while heās balls deep so if you donāt fw piss do not read! donāt! torture! yourself! age gaps, leon isnāt like? the best person? gross, sleazy, i guess! damnation leon is in his mid thirties, reader is in her early twenties, dumbification, semi-public sex? bar bathroom drunk sex, sloppy fucking, creampie, mediocre orgasm cuz leon is gross and only really cared about himself, clit playing, etc etc idk
SYNOPSIS! | damnation! leon kennedy x bimbo! reader ā bar hook ups are rare when youāre in your thirties and go to sport bars filled with men, but when a pretty face comes in wearing the sluttiest outfit and doesnāt have a thought in her brain, leon knew he needed to get in a quick fuck. but after a full night of nursing whiskey, he canāt help his bladder filling up mid fuck!
dim lights, chatter, and old men ā thatās what this bar was.Ā
so why were you here?Ā
leon was surprised, pretty girls like you donāt come around to places like these often.
look at you! dressed in the sluttiest crop top and skirt you could find. were you stupid? coming to a bar filled with gross middle aged men dressed like that? it was like you were asking for trouble.Ā
Hiii:3 I was wondering if you are still taking requests, if you donāt itās totally fine and just ignore this! But I was thinking what about preg fem!reader and like she has been producing a lot of milk so she likes has to pump you know? And Leon likes watching but also has the urge to suck the readers tits at night when he canāt sleep
So instead of staying awake for hours he decides to try readers milk while sheās asleep and like when she wakes up she like kinda feels bad that he couldnāt sleep so she likes gives him a handjob or. Blow job idk you can pick.
hnnnghh i love you
warnings ; minors dni smut, somnophilia ig, preg!reader so afab, leon being pervy, handjob, cursing, husband!leon
pregnancy wasnāt easy.
an understatement, by a mile. your legs were always aching, you had migraines most of the times, trouble sleeping, swollen feet⦠even thinking of all the painful side effects made your head throb.
the worst pain was probably in your breasts. now in your third trimester, your body was preparing for the baby to arrive any day now. so, of course, your breasts were full of milk.
the doctors warned you that this period would be full of soreness and aches, but you never knew how bad it would be ātil now. they advised you to use a pump to drain some of the milk, and relieve yourself of some of the pain, albeit not much.
your husband, leon, has been extremely supportive during this time. always running errands for you, indulging your peculiar cravings no matter the time, and when you canāt sleep, he gives you the most mind-blowing orgasms of your life.
but you havenāt properly fucked in a while, no. doctors say that orgasms help with the pain and stress, but intercourse could cause potential harm to the baby. so itās always either his fingers or tongue all up in your pussy, and your mouth or hand wrapped round him.
both of you have had trouble sleeping lately. you, because of the constant soreness in your muscles and joints, and leon because of his constant worrying. he wants to be alert for when the baby comes.
so youāre both exhausted a lot of the time, like right now.
youāre staring at your laptop mindlessly as you use the pump, trying not to sigh too loudly at the relief that fills your very soul. youāre scrolling through some article about how to avoid postpartum depression, when your stomach rumbles slightly. you adjust yourself in your seat, looking up at leon whoās stood at the island in the kitchen; you startle once you realise heās already looking at you.
āis everything alright?ā you ask him, and he straightens up, his eyes moving to yours. thatās when you realise that heād been watching you use the pump. suppressing a smile, you ask, ācan you make me, uh.. anything. ām starving.ā
leon snaps out of his daze, nodding. he mumbles something like āyeahā and moves over to the counter.
you remove the pump after another moment, finally feeling less sore in your chest. you tuck away your boob, biting the inside of your lip in thought.
it was cute, how youād continuously catch him staring at you whenever youād use the pump. you often wondered if it was a fascinated, curious kind of thing. or maybe something deeper, maybe he was into that? youād never discussed it. you hadnāt brought it up to him yet, silently enjoying the way he looked so focused when watching; it sort of turned you on. and you didnāt want to embarrass him.
you snapped out of your thoughts suddenly, āactually babe, can you make me a sandwich? meatballs, cheese.. and, ooh, put marinara sauce in there. and some onions.ā
āonions?ā leon scrunched his nose, though he trashed the food he was already making without a second thought. looks like youād have to talk to him about waste, though.
you raise your brows at him expectantly, and he held his hands up in surrender. once he turned back around, you smiled and went back to your laptop.
with your chest being significantly drained, you manage to fall asleep that night. you have to sleep on your side so that the baby has oxygen, which is annoying at times, but now itās no bother; you have your hand on leonās chest, and your head on his arm.
leon didnāt sleep though. he was basically zoned out, staring up at the ceiling as he continued running his nails up and down your forearm gently, even though you were already asleep. he craned his head down, pressing a small kiss to your hand, and looking over at you.
he took you in - the moon was casting a small slither of silver across your features, the shadow of your eyelashes moving slightly. your nose twitched every now and then, as if it were itchy, and you couldnāt itch it. your lips were open the smallest bit, small breaths pressing against his bare shoulder.
his eyes moved more downward, looking at how your tits pressed against each other in your thin tanktop - your hard nipples visible through the material.
he swallowed, turning his eyes back to the ceiling. he couldnāt deny that since you started producing milk, he was growing obsessed with it. the way your tits always looked swollen and heavy, the brief glimpses of droplets thatād miss the pump that he wishes he could just lick upā
it was disgusting. he could never tell you about it - youād surely be grossed out, disturbed even, and be uncomfortable around him forever. it was for his babyās survival, not for his selfish pleasure.
although, a voice would often debate in his head. the baby hasnāt arrived yet, ās all going to waste.
he would always dismiss these thoughts of course, but tonight he found it very difficult to do so.
hesitantly turning his gaze to look back over at them, he felt his mouth fill with saliva. clearing his throat quietly, he glanced back at the ceiling, but goddamn they were like a magnet. looking back over at them, he sighed shakily. itās okay if he just looks, right?
yeah, just looking. itās not like heās not seen them before.
he didnāt even remember at which point he reached up to brush his fingers against your exposed cleavage. he trailed his fingertips down to your nipple, and with his thumb and index finger, he tweaked it slightly.
a quiet groan escaped him when a dark stain spread across the material. āfuckk..ā he whispered to himself, feeling his sweats already growing tight.
he watches the stain spread, almost drooling. his eyes are wide, not moving from that spot.
āshit,ā he muttered under his breath, knowing that any semblance of self control he had was gone. he slowly leaned closer, carefully moving your hand from his chest. he pressed his nose against the crease of your tits as his hands slowly and carefully moved your top up over your bump. he pulled them over your breasts and left it rolled up on your collarbones.
a small noise left him at the sight of them; heād seen them like this, but up close was a whole different story. he could see smeared milk around your areola and some tiny droplets rolling out, and he muttered something incoherent as he leaned down and gave it a swipe with his tongue.
he watched you, your brows twitched - almost a frown. if you reacted like this asleep, who knows how youād look at him awake?
he licks more thoroughly now, his tongue doing a full circle to collect all the milk. he tastes it, his eyes almost rolling back.
cautiously, he leans in again, tenderly wrapping his lips around the swollen bud. with a few gentle sucks, it fills his mouth. this time, his eyes do roll back, and he groans a little too loudly.
he would freeze, get off you, apologise profusely, if he knew that you were stirring above him. your eyes flickered open, squinted almost-shut and blinking rapidly to adjust. you took a few seconds to get your bearings, then you looked down and saw your husband; eyes closed and suckling at your tit like no tomorrow.
despite being extremely confused and still a little disoriented, you let out a soft moan at the feeling of relief thatās filling you. leon jumps slightly, eyes flashing open and staring up into yours. you just run your hand through his hair, whispering that itās okay.
he didnāt even stop though, he was hooked. and now, knowing that you enjoyed it, his cock twitched in his pants. he groaned against your nipple, his eyelids becoming heavy. you could see his adamās apple bob every few seconds with every swallow.
you shut your eyes for a bit, relishing in the feeling. you didnāt even notice when he switched, only when his teeth brushed against your nipple did you open your eyes. you silently winced, but you quickly softened because heās just so excited, ās not his fault.
you let out quiet, breathy sighs as he works you; feeling the stress basically dissolve from your body.
then, you feel it.
well, technically, you hear it before you feel it. you hear rustling of the bedsheets, like constant movement. then, only briefly, does leons hips brush yours with the biggest fucking boner in the world.
you let out a quiet laugh, hand reaching down to steady his hips. āwhatās all this about, hm?ā
for a second, he doesnāt reply, still glued to your nipple. you donāt even think he will, until me murmurs something like ācouldnāt sleepā against you.
you smile softly, the thumb on your hand thatās settled on the back of his head rubs against his hair.
your other handās movements are not as wholesome - shifting slowly from his hip to his crotch; and you almost let out a moan at how rock hard he is. he lets out a muffled gasp at the contact.
you slowly palm him through his sweatpants, feeling something damp in the centre of your hand, a clear sign heād been leaking. pressing a little kiss to the top of his head, your hand reaches into his waistband and takes his cock, pulling it right out of its confines.
you hear and feel his breath hitch. you swipe your thumb against his slit, feeling precum spill out relentlessly. heās twitching in your grip. all worked up over some breastmilk.
you stroke him softly, running the precum up ān down his cock for lube. his hips are bucking forward, eyes staring up at you.
you pick up the pace once his dick is slippery enough, and you can faintly hear the wet sounds of it beneath your touch. you keep pressing gentle kisses along his hair.
his eyes are going distant, as if heās focusing on the pleasure of it all. your hand continues its motions, your thumb pressing against a prominent vein that you know by now makes him see stars.
he rumbles a moan, hips bucking more into your hand - as if heās trying to fuck it. you let him.
he thrusts shallowly into your fist, small pants heaving from his mouth. he has to pull off of your nipple, and kiss around it just so that he can gain his breath.
āyouāre doing so good āfr me.ā you whisper, hand moving to meet his thrusts.
still grunting quietly, he throws a weak glare in your direction. āstop stealing my compliments.ā
you smile toothily, running your hand up and down more vigorously and rotating it around him at the same time.
his glare drops, and he almost looks like heās gonna throw up - instead he just leans back forward to take your nipple back into his mouth, suckling gently.
the bedsheet is rustling madly because of your rapid pace, patting against your arm. but it doesnāt matter, because you know that leonās close. heās panting like a madman, his throat wrenching out quiet little whimpers that you almost donāt catch.
swallowing harshly, leon pulls off your nipple. āfuuuuhhhck..ā he moans. he presses his face into your neck, huffing. āohh fuck, ām gonna cum baby.ā
if itās possible, your hand quickens. āso do it then.ā you tell him, and his thrusts basically become frenzied into your grip.
hes gasping against your neck, sucking in air roughly. for a few seconds heās silent, like heās lost his breath, then he grunts loudly and leans up - pressing his lips against yours harshly. itās sloppy, all spit ān tongue, and the feeling of his cum that seems neverending spurt against your bare leg and pyjama shorts give you a feeling you can never explain.
heās sighing against your lips, continuing to move his lips slowly with yours. your hand is languidly stroking him now, going from the tip to the middle. after his hips twitch again, you pull away.
he releases you, laying his head down on the pillow, a satisfied smirk on his face. you gently kick him. he gets the hint, pulling up his pants and stumbling over messy bedsheets. he stands, going to get a towel.
you stare after him, the hand thatās drenched in his cum just hanging in the air, and you pull the sticky bedsheets from your waist.
you glance down at your breasts, and are relieved to see no more milk coming out.
maybe you will have to do this more often.
headcannons of how DI!Leon fucks?
oh my
where do i start
we all know he wouldnāt have the stamina he once didš
but that doesnāt mean that itās not so mind blowingly amazing that you canāt walk for at least a few days
he really likes when you ride him. his hands are holding onto your hips tightly, grunts leaving his lips every time your hips smack against his.
heās staring up at you with hooded eyes, brows slightly furrowed. adoringly.
heās saying things like, āfuckk, girl, thatās it..ā and āgimme a second- damnā¦ā and ātightest pussy āve ever hadā¦ā
ugh
i need him rn
when heās close heāll hold you still above him, thrusting his cock up into you hard. heās breathing heavily, blown eyes glued to how you swallow him so good.
sometimes heāll flip you over, one of his hairy arms wrapping round your back n pulling you into his chest as he sits up and flips you onto your back
heāll keep thrusting in and out of you, pace growing sloppy, his grunts transitioning into groans and pants. heāll lick your neck, sucking and nipping.
then, when his thrusts start slapping slower and the sound between you two becomes more wet, he finally cums. heāll press his lips to yours harshly, tongue tangling with yours and his final moan is muffled.
when heās got you in doggy, his hand is tangled in your hair and the other is pressing down on your back to help you with your arch. his eyes are staring at the recoil when his pelvis repeatedly meets your ass
sometimes heāll palm your cheeks, spread em a little, grunt a few words of praise, ātakinā me so goodā ālook at you, pretty baby..ā
or heāll have you in a mating press, hips just moving up n down and heās going soo deep that tears are welling up in your eyes
heās got his hands on your thighs, holding them up so that your knees are basically next to your head, resting most of his weight on you. itās almost suffocating, but you love it
heās whispering lewd things in your ear, ādoes my girl want me to stuff āer full? yeah? you want my cum?ā and āyeah, thatās a good girl. yāre a good girl, arenāt you? mhmm, yeah..ā
letās just say he stuffs you so full that even his thick cock ān fingers canāt keep all his spend inside
heās not so good at aftercare, but heāll wipe you up with a towel and hold you close against his delicious hairy tits chest
i need to lie down
thinking about how damnation leon fucks you ://
heās a little lazy..
and drunk.
so a lot of the time itās you riding him
whenever ur hips meet his, quiet little grunts spill from his mouth as his eyes are staring up at you like you hung the stars. though you can hardly tell with how theyāre barely open
every few seconds his brows will pinch together, a brief whiney moan wrenching itself from his throat as his fingers twitch from where they grip your hips
when you lean down to kiss him, heās so slowly kissing you back, heavy eyelids fluttering closed
when heās got you in missionary, it will always turn into a mating press, heād press most of his weight on top of you as he slowly thrusts in and out of your soaked pussy, huffing and puffing into your neck whenever you clench around him extra tight
āoh fuck, babyā¦ā heās mumbling, thrusts growing uncoordinated and sloppy. āfeels so good⦠feels like fucking heaven, fuhhhckk⦠gonna make me fuckinā cumāā
and youāre just lying there, hardly breathing because heās just so big and strong and you basically have no room between the two of you, crying out for him to fill you up good, arching your back for him
and his cock just feels so good that even if heās not fucking you as hard n fast as he used to, you canāt help but cream multiple times around him. he just reaches places you canāt reach yourself, and he just makes you see stars every time
sometimes he just wants you to sit on his face after a long mission, waking you up at ridiculous hours of the night whispering to you how much he needs you on his mouth, how he needs to taste you now.
and so sometimes he wonāt even fuck you, heāll just lay there with your thighs on either side of his face, big fingers gripping them tight as he laps at your cunt like a man starved
his eyes are closed, so you canāt see that his eyes are rolled to the back of his head as heās shoving his tongue into your hole, fucking it in nd out of you
and he makes sure to pay attention to your clit as well, flicking at it desperately, trying to pull as much needy sounds from you as possible
and he doesnāt stop when you cum the first time, no, he keeps going ātil you physically pass out.
he canāt get enough of you, even without the stamina, heās just as insatiable as he was all those years ago. he would think that with all the trauma and alcohol in his life, his libido would be nonexistent, but one look at you desperately clenching your thighs makes his dick spring to life. literally
in conclusion, i need him
OK BUT WHAT ABOUT HOW RE6 Leon fuckss??? ššš
ive been WAITING for this one
ughh..
heās just so dark and broken :/
heād have you in prone-bone, his arm wrapped around your neck tightly in a chokehold
and godd you can hardly breathe, raspy & choked moans escaping shallowly from your swollen, drool-coated lips
heās thrusting into you so hard that he has to hold you extremely tight so that your head doesnāt go flying into the headboard.
youāre rocking forward with every slap of his hips, and heās huffing hard breaths in your ear
heās grunting so fucking roughly, and heās degrading & praising you in the same sentence; āsuch a good fucking girl for me, hm? always lettinā me use this tight fucking cunt, never wanna fuckinā stop..ā
heās nipping at the top of your spine, whispering incoherent things about how wet you are, and all you can think about is; iām gonna cum, iām gonna pass out.
and it doesnāt help that heās always busy on missions :( heās almost nocturnal, coming home at sunrise times and sleeping throughout the entire day, then groping you when youāre about to sleep, whispering how he needs you so bad, just wants to feel good, needs your sweet pussy round him
and so youāre always fucking in the dark, only able to see his big silhouette and the reflection of the moon on his fucking gorgeous eyes
when heās fucking you in missionary, your arms are wrapped round his muscular shoulders as heās rolling his tongue with yours, grunting quietly into your mouth, only pulling away to breathe for a split second before leaning back down, kissing you so fucking sloppily, slowly, languidly
and heās going so deep, so deep that ur sure if you pressed down on your lower stomach, youād feel him moving in ānd out of you
and heās all over you, his hands roaming around your body, groping your tits, massaging ur thighs..
and he smells soo addictive, you donāt know how to explain it, but he just smells so masculine that youāre already close to cumming if you focus on it too much
and his grunts and quiet moans are like lullabies, youāre so sleepy and so horny that youāre cumming and dozing off simultaneously
and he doesnāt mind. heās rocking into you slowly as heās whispering how itās okay, āās alright baby. go to sleep, ill take good care of youā¦ā
you can vaguely hear him letting out a whiney sigh as he fills you up, letting out one final moan as you drift off
i need him.
how would vendetta leon fuck you?? ://
to be honest heās similar to how i think damnation!leon would fuck
except less lazy lol
itās obvious that heās drunk a lot of the time.
so heās not got the same coordinated thrusts that heād have back when he was 27, or even when he was an innocent rookie.
heās more sloppy, chasing his high is all that matters, rather than concentrating on making you feel good.
ik :/
but his pleasure = yours, so watching him above you as heās fucking you, his face contorting in pleasure and those little grunts nd quiet moans barely escaping his lips makes you feel good anyway.
a lot of the time, itās missionary tbh. heās a lot less creative with it at this point, again he just wants to feel good after everything heās been through, goes through.
his large hands would be gripping you so tight that it hurts, and there will definitely be bruises to deal with later, one of them settled on your hip and the other is holding your side - right under your boob, thumb digging into your ribs. and heās pulling you down so roughly to meet his thrusts.. itās not his fault, he doesnāt notice how strong he really is when heās got you beneath him like this :(
and his rhythm is nonsensical, and you kind of just have to go with the flow for a lot of it. but heāll remember you, reaching a shaky hand down to rub at your swollen clit just the way he knows you like, and all is forgiven.
you cum a lot of the time just by watching him. his little oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..ās making you cream around him almost instantly.
but if he fills you to the brim with his spend before you finish, he will return the favour tenfold with his tongue.
of course, he needs to roll off you for a min to catch his breath. sometimes, he forgets to even do that, and absolutely crushes you with his weight as he puts his head into the crook of your neck, panting harshly. but itās okay, you donāt mind, because you love him sm :/
heāll then kiss down your chest, between the valleys of your tits, and down your stomach so sweetly, tired eyes glued to yours hungrilyā¦
then heās kissing right above your slit, kissing around it, kissing your thighsā¦
then heās pressing a delicate kiss to ur clit. another. then another. pretty soon heās just making out with the bundle of nerves, making you see stars.
heāll briefly slip his tongue into your weeping hole, thrusting the wet muscle once, twice, thrice, before licking back up to your tingling clit and flicking at it.. wrapping his swollen lips around it, sucking gently.
and that always makes you cum quick, and hard⦠if he wants to keep going, heāll slip two fingers inside with no resistance and immediately start thrusting them in and outā¦
he loves to take care of u after sex.. but i feel vendetta!leon just kinda forgets??
like, most of the time, heāll get a towel and clean the mess between your legs, then cuddle u to sleep..
but sometimes, heāll just roll off you and with his naked back to you, heāll immediately pass out, snores and everything.
then, on shaky legs, you have to clean up yourself. but itās okay, because heās trying so hard :(
anyways, a lot of the time, after a mission specifically, heāll just cuddle you tightly from behind⦠kissing and nipping at the back of your neck to bring you to full consciousness
then, when you give him the green light, heās lifting one of your legs up and over his waist, slipping your cute panties to the side and just fucking you like that.
itās a stretch with no preparation, and you have to bury your face in the pillow a little to muffle your lil grunts of pain, but they quickly morph into ones of pleasure cause his dick just feels so good every time and belongs in that heat between ur legs at all times :/
and youāll reach down and play w ur clit, clenching all tight around him, and moaning at the hiss that leaves him at the feeling. he never lasts that long when heās tired nd fucking you like this.. so heād shove his nose in your hair, inhaling ur scent when he cums, groaning deeply in his chest.
and youāll either sleep like that, with him buried inside you holding in his spend, or as i said heāll clean you up and hold you in his huge arms and sleep like that.
heās such an asshole⦠i need him
thinking about how re4 leon fucks š
ofc minors dni
we all know this man is pent up.
so its pretty desperate, intense, sometimes even needy
itās cute, how he seems to deflate once heās inside. the way all his stress and worries dissolve as soon as he gets you wrapped around him.
at first, his pace isnāt out of this world, but the hardness of his thrusts make you see stars. he pulls back, back, back and then slams himself back in.
his head is buried in the crook of your neck, fingers roughly gripping your hips as he tugs you down to meet his thrusts. heās sucking harshly on your neck so he doesnāt release the sounds bubbling up in his throat, but kisses the area delicately afterwards. cutie
mostly fucks you in missionary, especially after one of his missions. heās tired, exhausted even, of seeing so much death and basically being a government puppet. his respite is you, your body, your soul.
when heās not in your neck, his pretty blue eyes are staring right into yours intensely. sometimes heāll even reach up and hold your hand tightly. he tells himself itās for you, to ground you whilst hes pounding you into the mattress, but itās secretly for him too. youāre here, youāre his.
of course, being away from you for sometimes weeks at a time, leaves him all stored up. his pace will pick up, the lewd sound of skin slapping will grow faster, and so will your sounds. also the headboard banging against the wall⦠he will break your bed numerous times.
heāll praise you, whispering how good you are for him, how good you always take him. calling you his pretty girl, his good girl, hishishis. not his to share with the government, not his temporarily, no. youāre his, and youāre not going anywhere.
when he gets close, his mouth will gape and quick pants and, if you listen closely, tiny whimpers come from him. his thrusts become sloppy, his hips and cock twitching, and he always always has to kiss you hard and wet to muffle the loud moan he makes when he cums.
most of the time, youāll go for another round. okay, a few more rounds. a lot.
but sometimes, if youāre both too tired, heāll clean you both up, and wrap his strong arms around you and hold you tight nā close, almost in a suffocating way, and cuddle you to sleep. his hold leaves no room for movement, but you wouldnāt have it any other way. you love him, and want to be close to him.
his pretty babyš
tw: mentions of smut, slight roughness
i donāt know MAYBE itās just me but iāve always imagined re4 Leon as a gentle lover.
heās so gentle and caring, soft kisses on your temple and on your shoulder when youāre getting dressed for the day.
carries in all the groceries in one trip because impressing you is so much more important than the blood circulation in his arm right?
even when heās moody he will mumble small āthank youā s and ālove youās whenever you do something for him.
he hates it most whenever he has to leave you for work. unexpected trips that make him so heartbroken to see your face get flushed with sadness, your eyes getting glossy and your voice shaking when you say goodbye.
all he can do is hug you so tight, taking in the scent of you and closing his eyes as he kisses your head over and over reminding you of how he always comes back and always will.
and he does
and when he does come back itās like a different person for a couple hours.
you canāt recognize the sweet leon you know who used to brush your hair for you after a long night of drinking, only thing in your hair is his long fingers, tugging at your strands and pulling your head back as he grinds into you. he is so so rough, he doesnāt even know how strong he is either.
one hand in your hair and the other having a bruising grip on your waist as he tries to focus on a specific pattern that he knows will make you crumble right below him.
ālook at that arch so fucking perfect for me, canāt imagine what you would do without me.ā
itās the dirty talk that gets you. you are usually his sweetheart, his angel, baby, princess, honey. but on nights when he comes home from a long trip youāre nothing but his and you canāt question it.
you let out loud whines as you try and stutter words out as you suddenly feel his chest press against your back, his chuckle in your ear sending chills down your spine.
āwhat, canāt speak? itās okay, pretty little pussy is speaking for you.ā
leon groans in your ear as he kisses the shell of your ear then the back of your neck.
the sweet couple dynamic is shattered just for about an hour, just till heās done with you. then when he is done with you, heās letting you lean against him in the shower as he rinses the shampoo out of your hair, talking about how he couldnāt believe the things they have him do for work.