#just... didn't expect it to be for leon

[microwave-core]

Yo, that Leon post was LEGENDARY, dude!!! If I kindly asked you to make the NSFW version of that, would you? 🥺🥺🥺

I can try, however I SUCK at writing smut. Dog-shit at it. We're talking my immortal levels of writing. I'm also very boring and don't have single dominant bone in my body. That being said, editing and refining goes a long way, so I'll try my best.

Starting off, he's a bit inexperienced, which I mentioned previously. He hasn't been in many relationships, much less been intimate, and he doesn't fuck without feelings. Prefers to take things slow and can get overwhelmed easily at first. That being said, he's a quick learner.

In general, I'd say Leon is a soft dom. He's caring and doting, if not a little shaky at first, but he learns quickly. He's kind of an unstoppable force in his regular everyday life, so being dominant comes naturally to him. Could totally be on the submissive side, though, especially if he's tired.

He's normally gentle, but he can also be rough. His touches aren't always feather light and experimental. If asked, or if he's just stressed out and/or pent up, he can be more aggressive. Normally, he lets off steam during a workout, but, hey, if it works it works.

Very attentive lover. He likes to take his time learning the ins and outs of what his partner does and doesn't like. From their big kinks down to which spots make them sigh in content when kissed. Willing to experiment, but has certain lines that he won't cross.

Big on praise. He wants to know he's doing a good job, that he's a good boy, and loves to return the favor. On the other hand, he hates being degraded. He's a bit insecure, honestly, so being insulted just kind of hurts. Kills his mood. If asked, he can try to degrade his partner, but he's not very good at it. He doesn't want to be mean to someone he loves so much, even if they're literally asking for it.

Speaking of things he isn't a fan of: pain. Leon has no real interest in being hurt, nor does he want to hurt anyone else. Boy is strong, so he's sure to be careful, even when he's being rough. At most, he could potentially be convinced to do some light choking, but even that might be a bit too much for him. He can leave marks, sure, but that doesn't mean he needs to inflict actual pain, right? Also, hates having his hair pulled, his scalp is very sensitive.

Okay, last "things I think Leon wouldn't be into", bare with me. He's not into anything remotely public. The rush he feels in public is not that of excitement, but that of pure dread and panic. He has a reputation, if anyone found out, he would die from sheer embarrassment, mainly because his family would find out. He'd never be able to look his mum in the eyes again out of pure shame.

He's much more lenient with nudes, even if leaks can happen. It would still give him a heart attack if anyone found out, but it's far more socially acceptable to be found exchanging steamy pics with your lover than fucking in public. Tends to lean more on the side of thirst trap then full on nudity. Wouldn't make a sex tape.

Doesn't usually jack off. Doesn't usually feel the need to. He has other outlets for stress relief that get the job done better. That being said, he is considerably needier when he's in a proper relationship, but, even then, it's still not often. He'd rather wait to get off with his partner then do it alone, at that point.

We're far enough in the post where I can just be honest. The first thing that I thought of when I read your ask, anon, is that Leon eats an insane amount of pussy. And he'd also suck an insane amount of dick. He's Mr. Bi King, after all. He just really likes giving head and is incredible at it to boot. Receiving isn't his favorite thing, though. It's not that he doesn't like it, of course he likes it, it just makes him feel a bit awkward.

Slight oral fixation.

The other thing that came to mind is that he has a breeding kink. I completely forgot to put it on the main post, but Leon really wants a big family one day. He loves kids, he's great with them, and is all around family oriented. And so, the thought of starting a family gets him off. Like, a lot. It's a little embarrassing for him to admit that, though. It doesn't even matter if he can get his partner pregnant or not, honestly. At the end of the day, it's about the sentiment.

Also, slight pregnancy kink. It just goes hand in hand with the above.

Aftercare king. At the end of the day, Leon is a very sweet and caring person, so it only makes sense to clean his lover up in the afterglow. He's all about gentle touches and massages for bruised marks and tender skin. Whether he runs a bath or settles for a wash cloth is entirely dependent on how tired he is. Cuddling and pillow talk is an absolute must.

In terms of stamina, he's pretty decent, and can usually push two or three rounds if he paces himself properly. He likes to edge himself, though, so he tends to last for awhile.

His dick is thick and so are his fingers. Do with this information as you will.

[egophiliac]

LEON

LEON YOUR EYEBALLS

[neodiekido]

tenko getting like 1 thing for her birthday is gonna make me into the joker. wdym LEON got more than her...

[the-thirteenth-prime]

It's so wild to me that so many people HC Leon and Hop as not having had a close relationship when multiple forms of canon (the game AND PokeAni) have literally said that Leon practically raised Hop. Despite there being three adults in the house that can do it. And Leon being a child when Hop was born. And away from home a majority of the time.

You know--healthy family dynamics and all of that. (coughtheirmotheristrashcough)

The point is that Leon managed to raise his brother from kilometers away, and you cannot convince me that he didn't have Hop shipped out to wherever he was based in Galar during the summer months to stay with him. He absolutely tried to call Hop every night and would video chat with him to help him with his homework. Sometimes he even had Hop come stay with him during holidays because their mother is trash. He did his best to make it to Hop's plays and school events and would send Sonia and Professor Magnolia when he couldn't make it himself. If he couldn't see Hop for his birthday, he would express ship a gift and have Sonia deliver it, along with a box of cookies.

Is it right? No. Healthy? Also no. But I have to say that Hop turned out pretty damn well for being raised by someone who was barely able to come home and also only 10 years older than him. Leon really does not get enough credit and that's depressing to me.

[lesbianwyllravengard]

Nah cause Ada didn't even use/manipulate Leon, she tried to get him off her ass repeatedly and he continually kept trying to "help" her, and she let him bother her instead of just killing him cause she cares, she even made sure he was stable after getting shot before leaving him because she cares enough but wants him off her back, but he still wouldn't leave her tf alone so she finally just gave him a Task after she was injured which, like the fucking dog he is, was all he needed. Yeah she lied to him but wtf was she gonna say when some cop wouldn't leave her alone and she has shit to do? I'd lie to him too

[skippygiraffee]

I can't speak on the gameplay elements of the game itself (since I'm someone who decided to purposefully beat my GBA Sapphire game with a team of 6 Skitty because they were my fav Pokemon at the time), but I think SWSH excels in one specific element: the characters

my enjoyment of Pokemon games comes mainly from the story and characters, which is why I actually tend to enjoy the newer games, and I think SWSH does a fantastic job of just letting the characters tell the story of the region. each gym leader and their ties to the town they're in (looking at Piers mainly, but also Milo, Nessa, Opal, even Raihan's job in Hammerlocke), the way Sonia uncovers the mysteries of Galar with the character while also going on her own personal journey, and Leon trying his best to shield kids from falling into the same pitfalls he did and ultimately failing because he can't save everything like he was built up to believe he could. Hop is one of the best rival characters, and I adore his own development as a person after losing to the player. same with Bede and Marnie. the League Cards were also an amazing touch, giving more insight into who these people are, and I just enjoy seeing all of them interact together in the Star Tournament (though I know that's DLC exclusive, but still)

the characters just make it for me, and I'm happy to have seen them and experienced their stories

[unfortunatesenseofhumour]

Fun fact! This was my first day on tumblr!

... yeah I had no fucking clue what was going on. I thought everything was Just Like That.

(yes I know I'm new here, mock me relentlessly)

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED ON NOVEMBER 5TH AND WHY IS TUMBLR FREAKING OUT I AM SO CONFUSED

Oh, bless you for not knowing haha

November 5th 2020 was one of the most absurd days in internet history, and frankly, in overall history.

So the world is trembling over the US election right. The votes are being counted, everyone is on edge and even over here in Europe, people are holding their breath because whoever wins this election could change the earth as we know it. Around that time, the third wave of Covid hits (I think), and sends us all back into lockdown.

Then, on Nov 5 specifically, there's this moment where Nevada's votes could make all the difference (that's why sometimes, Nevada pops up in the shitposts too). And Nevada is slooooow. The results aren't coming in, and everyone is constantly checking for updates. Also apparently, Georgia and Pennsylvania are turning blue (democratic) for the first time in ages (or ever? don't know, I'm not that familiar with US history) but anyway, it's unprecedented.

On the same day, the romantic relationship of Dean Winchester and Castiel (Destiel), two characters of the show Supernatural, becomes canon after 15 seasons...but in a really weird way that is dissatisfying to most of the fandom (I think. Not in that fandom either). Now the fandom in itself is huge though, one of the biggest fandoms on Tumblr ever, and there's this sort of massive Spn renaissance happening that just consists of...complete disbelief lol.

On top of that, rumors of Putin's resignation arise, being widely spread through the Supernatural fandom's Destiel shitposts. This, again, could change world history if true.

And at this point, everyone's just going crazy-town banana pants.

Because of the sheer absurdity.

AND I LOVE IT.

Because one person summed it up in the following sentence that went viral and honestly explains best what the heck happened on that day:

And this sentence MAKES ME COME ALIVE. Because DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY FACTORS HAD TO WEIGH IN FOR SOMEONE TO UNDERSTAND THIS REFERENCE????????????????

It's a meme consisting of at least 5 other events to explain the 5th of November feeling. The peak comedy being that this is the first sentence of "My Immortal", the worst fanfiction ever written, implying that November 5 2020 reads exactly like that.

It's a cultural treasure, that's what this is.

And I'm just like...WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE. WHAT A TIME TO BE ON TUMBLR. WHAT AN HONOR TO WITNESS THAT TRAINWRECK OF THE US PULL ITSELF OUT OF THE DIRT AND LIVE ANOTHER DAY. ALL IN THE MIDST OF A GLOBAL PANDEMIC. FAITH IN HUMANITY RESTORED. RELIEVED FOR ALL MY US MUTUALS.

HAPPY DESTIELPUTINELECTION DAY ANON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[belovedcloud]

One Bed

pairing: leon kennedy x fem! agent! reader

✎ synopsis: who knew saving the president's daughter was so tiring? only you and leon knew the treacherous steps towards the hotel room that was supposed to rejuvenate you both. only for him to open the door and to see one bed.

✎ notes: omg hey everyone. it has been months since my last post and thank you so much for the love on 'such a sweetheart'. i needed a hiatus from writing and i hope you guys love this one bed trope! it's not proofread so sorry if there are mistakes but i am way too lazy to read over it all. love you guys.

➤ WC: 5K

➤ CW: you helped leon save ashley, one bed trope duh, touch starved leon, kisses, petnames, cowgirl, tired sex, p in v, unprotected sex, leon cums on you.

Who knew saving the president's daughter would be so exhausting? The whole ordeal was strenuous to your muscles and mental state. A good nights rest was what you needed after the catastrophe you just encountered. Luckily, you were able to squeeze a shower before getting to the hotel. The idea of mud, bodily fluids and blood was too much to handle for any longer than necessary. Though, if it wasn't for Leon - you probably wouldn't be around currently. Being mission partners with him allowed you to understand his perspective on bioweapons and whatnot.

Without a doubt, he hated them. Despised even. This was a common viewpoint, but his hate went far beyond the normal eye.

It was best not to pry. You couldn't class yourselves as friends, just work partners. Agents who fought the living dead and anything else that came in your way. The undead was a sensitive topic to Leon. What could he have went through?

Leon's life was one of pure terror ever since he was victimised to Raccoon City. The first day on the job completely different to others who joined for the first time. Unlocking padlocks were for survival, not for fun. Reading notes left from other officers who already found their fate was disturbing. The scribbles on the paper led him out. To safety he had hoped. No. Safety was not an option that day - his welfare was tarnished every second.

Now being forced into the workforce of the government wasn't any better. Probably even worse. Time and time again Leon would feel the cold metal pressed against his temple, shakily holding the gun to his head. The index finger aching to snap the trigger to blast his brains out. Yet the same reasoning withheld him from doing so. What if another incident like Raccoon City happened in the near future? He was hired to help others - to dispose of the horrors of the world without alarming the population.

Having you as his partner was a struggle and a blessing.

His communicative state from when he was 21 was now gone. A rookie turned agent against his will led him to be colder than others. Leon kept to himself most of the time, here and there giving you a few pointers on how you can effective pop a flash grenade or what to do in a sticky situation. You reflected how he was 6 years ago. A 21 year old who was excited to start at a police department - you were an agent who was motivated to save others. Your actions held such kindness to him. No prying or none of those snickering comments he would get from the other agents at base.

Just peace.

So mentally speaking, he didn't mind having to share a room with you in this crammed hotel. It was a Saturday so it was expected. Though, other patrons would be coming here to have a one night stand or a relaxing time away from their family... you both just needed rest.

Sluggish movements paved their way to the door number, 012. You and him clinging onto your duffel bags silently. It was an awkward silence, a silence that hung below you both as he fumbled with the key card in his hand. Scanning it through to unlock the barrier between you both and the comfort of the beds that laid inside.

Beds. Or... bed?

Your eyes scan the room. Continuously trying to seek out the other bed that should be here. You examine the footing of it, seeing that it's a double bed instead of 2 singles. Great. The dumbfounded look on your face is almost laughable as the situation dawns on you. You were in a room with Leon and it only consisted of one bed for the both of you.

There were a few ways to go about this. You either both sleep in the same bed together or one takes the bed and the other finds another place to rest. Looking around, it appears that the only viable option would be the cracked leather arm chair, resting solo in the corner. Thinking about it, you were willing to give yourself a crick in your neck to save yourself from the embarrassment of sharing the bed with the other agent.

Leon thought otherwise. The brisk movement of the gear belt slung over the armchair with his duffel bag smacked down in the centre. He was tired, over the bullshit that he just fought - he couldn't care less if he had to share a bed.

"Looks like they forgot a bed huh?" He joked sarcastically, stretching his limbs. The strain of his muscles was visible, undoubtably attractive. Leon carried himself enchantingly, you wanted to learn more about him as every second passed. A sigh leaves his throat whilst he sat down on the bed, continuously stretching. The shirt riding up slightly, giving you a chance to avert your eyes to the uncovered skin. His v-line was on show, the dip down soon stopped by the fabric of his cargos. The shirt he was wearing was a tight fit, letting the muscles of his biceps become visible to the naked eye and the shape of his pecs becoming more noticeable the more you looked.

At least you had a bed in the room? That was the only positive you could find from this when removing your gear off your body. Slinging it into the corner of the room alongside your bag. You both are exhausted from the long day, so you were thankful there's at least a bed to share.

"I'm gonna hop in the shower real quick..." His movements are swift, already gripping onto his shirt he reveals his back to you - throwing the shirt on the floor beforehand. Multiple scars are littered faintly around the skin but the more distinguishable thing is his muscles. Leon's toned body calls out to you as his shoulder to waist ratio is insane. A slim waist, broad shoulders, it all speaks to you. You can feel your body speaking back as you look at him a little longer than expected.

Your little fangirling sesh is over when he shuts the bathroom door behind him - you let a breath you didn't know you withheld. Well, all you could do was wait for him to finish his shower before you could have one. The pitter patter of the water hitting the shower floor is heard before it dies down - giving you a mental note that Leon was now cleaning himself. Why are you even thinking about this?

Leon lets out a sigh once the hot water hits his body. An instant relieving feeling flowing through him as he just stands there for a minute. Soaking in the greatness of water before grabbing the washcloth and shower gel nicely provided by the hotel staff. Squeezing the bottle, a dollop of soap smothers the cloth before he runs it across his body.

Humming can be heard whilst he cleanses his body, ensuring to dispose of all the sweat and dirt from their recent mission. Reflecting back on the situation, he started to feel a bit nervous having to share a bed with you tonight. You were pretty, very pretty to him. He mentally scolded himself whilst he ran the cloth down his chest - his mind returning back to you. A soft moan elicited out of his lips made his hand smack his face. Leon wasn't sure why he was feeling this way. Instinctive movements of him washing himself in motion, his fingers manoeuvring the washcloth on autopilot as his mind focused on you. He can't help but think about you some more, remembering your cute smile when you would hand him a cup of coffee at base. Or your simple gestures of making sure he was comfortable and how you reserved yourself around him made his heart skip a beat.

It had been a while since he thought about someone romantically, his job stripping him of any personal life as the thought of the multitude of viruses around the world was increasing each day. But now, deep down... he could feel an attraction to you. Leon wasn't sure if it was sexual or genuine love - it would be too soon to tell. However, this feeling was deep rooted within, his mind wanted to show you love. His heart longing for someone.

A sentiment he had not felt in a while.

Trying to calm his heart down from going into cardiac arrest, giving himself a mental pep talk - trying not to think about you too much. He shuts off the water soon after and grabs the white towel neatly folded on top of the counter cabinet. Rubbing himself dry and wrapping it around his waist - tightening it slightly. He doesn't want an accident to happen.

Your mind shuts off as you hear footsteps in the bathroom. He was out. Okay. Do you look away when he opens the door? Leon doesn't give you time to think as the door creaks open, revealing himself into the main room. His bare chest and hair still damp for show. Jesus Christ. His damped skin looks good in the dim light, as if he had displayed himself just for you. He notices you sitting tensely on the bed, his body approached you. Blue eyes instantly drifting to your body and lingering for a second before he snaps out of it.

"I needed that..." He groans out, sitting beside you. You mentally slap yourself as you snap your thoughts back to the present.

"Yeah I bet, I already had a shower before we got here so I'm alright." Your response is meek, but at least you had something to respond with.

The man next to you raises his eyebrows at you in slight surprise, he wasn't expecting you to have already taken a shower - but by the look of it, you did look super clean compared to him before. Perhaps you had it when he was getting questioned at base for the report of the mission. Leon tries to keep his eyes focused on your face and not your body. "Oh lucky you," he replied with a smirk.

"I couldn't stand all the random liquids on me, it was disgusting." A chuckle leaves you when you remember looking at yourself in the mirror. Gross... but at least you could laugh at yourself for getting in such a mess? "You were subjected to most of the mess to be honest." Leon chortled out, reminiscing on your reaction when you had novistador blood all over you.

Your conversation with him was cut short when you both recalled the situation laid opened to the two of you. One bed, two agents. It seemed childish that you couldn't think the both of you could share a bed - it was just awkward. Really awkward.

"I can take the floor if you want?" The sound of your voice cuts through the silence, Leon replayed the question in his head before shaking his head. "Don't be ridiculous, I'm not letting you sleep on this cold ass floor." His eyes averted to the hardwood floor, indicating that your question was out of order.

"You want to share the bed then?" This question to Leon was better, he really didn't mind another person next to him whilst he slept. Recalling past moments, he's slept through worse. "We're both adults here. We can share the bed, it won't be bad." A calm response from the agent. What more could you expect?

Your reluctant nod allows him to get back up to look through the wardrobe in the hotel room. A couple extra blankets stored alongside some pyjamas that the workforce provided for both of you. You two were granted a pair of sweatpants and black top - your eyes brightened up, realising you weren't having to sleep in fresh gear wear.

"I'll go in the bathroom to change, you can change here." An authoritative tone left him, not giving you a chance to speak back before he returned back into the bathroom. Scurrying over to the open wardrobe, you hand picked your pyjamas - undressing yourself from the imprisonment of your current clothes to something a lot more baggy and comfortable. A sigh let loose from you, your body mindlessly walking over to the bed and plopping down on the edge. The mattress aiding in soothing your back from the hellish ride you attuned escaping the island.

A yawn seeped through your lips, hazily looking at your phone screen at the time, 01:24... It really was time to rest. Though, the thought of Leon couldn't leave your mind. He plagued your brain - a part of you didn't complain.

A sound of a door creaking open embarked into your ears, Leon had changed into his nightclothes. The tank top fit snugly on his body however, the pair of sweatpants seemed a little baggy. Clearly a little too big for him since they were hanging dangerously low on his hips. He was plain exhausted. His limbs gradually moved him to the bed that you two were about to share. Sinking his body into the mattress as the sheets hugged his frame.

Minutes passed, a silence rose in the room. Leon's back laid restfully whilst scrolling through countless media apps to pass the time. His mind wandering back to you. The heat emanating his body contradicted with the cold expression on his face. Why was he so hard to read? You couldn't tell if he was even comfortable with the idea of sharing a bed with you. Your body laid on it's side, staring at him brazenly. Forgetting that your eyes were peering at his body, Leon's gaze averted to you - an eyebrow raised on his face.

"You alright?" His question caught you off guard; no you weren't okay. Not when he was so close to you, the faint smell of him seeping into your senses. You genuinely couldn't be okay in this situation.

"Mhm, m'alright. Just tired." Leon's eyes glanced at you and his eyes shamelessly roamed over your body before he forced himself to look back down at the device in his hand. 'What the hell are you doing?' The question rung in his mind over and over again as he thought about you. There was no denying the fact that he found you incredibly attractive - but for you to be his work partner... It was unprofessional for such thoughts to occur in his mind. Shakily putting down the phone in his grasp he spoke. "You should get some rest, it's getting late."

Like rest was an option. Turning your head towards him, a twinge of irritation was mixed in with your voice. "I know, it's just.. it's hard to sleep right now." The idea of you and him so close was making your head foggy, especially now since he rolled onto his side - discarding his phone on the bedside table. He now faced you, noticing the tone of your voice. Was there something bothering you?

"Why's it hard?" It was starting to click in Leon's head that them sharing a bed may have made you nervous. Scared perhaps. Analysing your expression, he was observant in your body language. A hint of worry trespassed his vision whilst he watched you silently - waiting for you to continue. His head in his hand, inaudibly taking notice of how pretty you look. Completely captivated from your features, he shook his head to clear his mind.

"We're sharing a bed, now I know there's nothing between us but it's just... weird? No offence! Like you're not weird you know that I just-" Realising you were rambling, a heavy sigh left your lips. It was hard trying to compose yourself, particularly because Leon was looking at you. He didn't look confused nor grossed out.. just enamoured. Lovesick eyes boring into yours when he heard you ramble for a moment.

A slight chuckle was brought out from him when you mentioned the closeness between the two of you, a small idea crossed his mind about how your body was mere inches away from his. He swallowed before speaking. "None taken, I get it. Sharing a bed can be kinda intimate huh?" He found it rather cute that you were so antsy. "But I'm glad we have a bed..."

Leon was right, you convinced yourself nothing was weird - staring at the cream coloured ceiling. A light huff was let out of Leon's nose. "Just try and relax," he mumbled, unsure on how to comfort you. Watching you snuggle under the covers, a slight smile spread across his face.

"Cute."

Leon surprised himself that he mumbled it out loud, his body tensing from the fear that reigned his body. Mentally face palming himself, rapidly looking away from you. Reprimanding himself for being so stupid to let it slip out.

After a moment, a lower voice was heard from him. "I mean- Ugh, sorry I didn't mean to make this so awkward." Shifting himself further from you, feeling ashamed of himself - you stop him from almost falling off the bed. "No no, it's fine!" Your efforts of comforting him didn't help him as it was clear he was still embarrassed. Leon's mind kept recalling the scene, shouldered with how attractive you were.

"I meant it." He stated. Leon had no clue where this confidence in him was coming from, but he hoped it wouldn't run out any time soon. The look on your face made him feel less nervous. A shocked expression plastered all over you - stuttering not knowing what to say. He found you to be the prettiest woman he had ever seen, the kindest too. Looking back at it all, he registered all along he had a little thing for you. You respected him, valued his need for privacy and want to be unjudged. Not many knew of his situation and Leon's involvement in Raccoon City. You didn't even know, you never pried.

Shamelessly, a fat smile shone on your face. Leon's expression softened as he found himself in awe. His body itched, craving your touch. Your love. This renowned love blossomed within him.

"You're cute too." That one sentence could make his heart stop if he really went into deep thought about it. Leon never really found himself to be that attractive, yeah his muscles were good in some aspect in his eyes. He did train well, he gave himself that. After all, he was the one many depended on to save the abundance of sick problems this once calm world faced.

Another silence was shared between the two of you - not one of awkwardness but one of solace. Leon didn't feel distressed, he felt calm. You brought out a side of him which he believed was gone. The side being the young man who wasn't scared of the future. A time where he was happy within himself and oblivious. All he could picture was you. You and him happily being each other's bridge.

Each other's home.

"I'm glad we got that out of the way." A breathless voice cut you both out of your trances. Leon flickering his view on you. Your face, those beautiful eyes staring into his own. The soft lips of yours calling out to him. Your bare neck, a blank canvas for his kisses and bites. His eyes then averted to the base of your neck, your chest covered by the black shirt you wore. Feeling his stare, the burning sensation in your cheeks rose. "What... what now?" The scary question was imprinted in your mind. It was obvious you both had a thing for each other, yet what were you going to do about it? Perhaps a relationship could happen between the both of you; would you both just stay work partners?

"Can I.. can I hold you?" Vulnerability was present in Leon's voice. He craved to touch your skin, his fingers twitching slightly from the excitement. Touch starved. That was the true definition of Leon's love life right now. He hadn't involved himself in relationship matters for years and now that the chance popped up with you, he would take what he could get.

You didn't even say yes, your body spoke for you. Wrapping your arms around his chest - you could feel his heartbeat. Rapid pumps thudded into your ear. Strong arms hugged you back clearly stating silently that Leon couldn't let you go. You'd be surprised if his shirt didn't have an imprint of your face since you were so close against him. Breaking free slightly, your head popped up - looking up at him. You were presented with his Adam's apple, slowly bobbing up and down as he swallowed looking down at you. The rough bump alluring you in whilst your hazy eyes lingered on the skin of his neck. Moles sparsely speckled all over his skin. God had crafted Leon himself, you were sure of it.

Moreover, the heat from his body lingered around you. Creating an invisible fortress of affection and love as both of you stared at each other.

A shaky hand pressed against the skin of your cheek, calloused pads caressing you. "You're so pretty." Leon mumbled, shifting a bit. Your touch to him granted him a sense of warmth, he even leaned into it a little - subconsciously seeking comfort. You brought out the 'weak' side of him, it felt nice for him to let down his guard and be himself around you. He let out a pleased hum as he cuddled you, the hold over you was tight. To you, it seemed like he was starved for physical contact and was finally getting the human touch he deserved.

What happened next was a blur, to both of you anyway. The stare-off between his blue eyes and your own turned into your faces being so close together; guaranteed to kiss. An eskimo kiss shared with him, the tips of both your noses touching. Lips hovering over his, your whisper snaps him out of his daze. "Thank you..." Your gratitude granted you a chuckle from Leon but his mind seemed to be elsewhere.

Leon continued to stare at you but to pinpoint, he was eying at your lips. They looked so soft, the mere sight of them making his heart race more. He swallowed hard, his mind clouded with the vision of kissing you. An overwhelming sense of desire passing through him - it was need. But at the same time, he knew he couldn't just go in for a kiss; not without consent. Yet he craved to feel his lips against yours.

"Can I kiss you?" His mumbled whisper echoed through your ears. Were you hearing him correctly?

Kiss? You?

Besides, it's not like you were going to straight out reject him. That wasn't even possible in this situation with him; pressed so close against you that you could feel his rock hard boner pressing against your thigh. A nimble nod from you responding to his question was all he needed.

Leon's lips are soft, softer than you would expect. Sweet little kisses are shared, melting you into him. His hands now run down your back, rubbing your skin through the cotton shirt. He hums, tilting your head slightly back to get a better angle. It feels messy as saliva is shared between the two of you. A soft whine escaping you when Leon breaks away. Reining you back in, he gives you another kiss. Pure passion and love interweaved in it.

Kisses soon turn into touches as your fingers manoeuvre around his torso, slowly digging your fingers into him - eliciting a groan out his mouth. His touch on you becomes possessive, kneading your skin in his hands. Leon holds you close and after a few minutes, you find yourself on his lap. His hands automatically went to your hips, gripping you tight as his eyes locked onto yours. Those blue eyes of his roamed your body shamelessly whilst he held you against him, taking in the view of your straddling his hips.

You could feel the hard-on beneath you, begging for some friction. Subconsciously, your hips start to rock slightly, Leon takes full control as he guides you. There was no way he could stop right now, not with how his body was aching so badly and having you on his lap like this. "Can we take this slow? We're both... really tired." A yawn escapes you mid sentence, you can feel yourself getting tired and wet.

"Yeah, we can take this slow. Anything you want love." The nickname shoots desire right into your veins, the rasp in his voice concocted with a tired sigh as he watches you grind on him is heavenly. Shuddering from his touch, Leon brings you down to lay on him - adjusting you on his lap. Your foreheads touch, all you can see is love in his eyes. Leon's fingers tug on your shirt, a breathless chuckle leaving him before he asks the question. "Can I take this off?" He can't help but want to see you, feel you - caress the smoothness of your skin on the pads of his fingers. Hearing you say the word "yes" made his hands work in a fast fashion as your torso was soon left bare.

"So beautiful..." He sat you back up, feeling your flesh mould in-between his fingers. Leon ached for you, he wanted to have more energy to give you the proper fucking you deserved. However, the past mission and the strain it had on both of your bodies exempted him from treating you the way he wanted. So he had to settle for soft, gentle sex. Just like you wanted.

Rapid breathing contradicted the mellow touches shared between you both, your hips continuously rocking slowly before he lifts you up slightly - removing the same sweatpants that were already dangerously low. You're face to face with his boxers, a clear wet patch showcasing the pre-cum that leaked out of his tip.

"See what you do to me?" Leon groaned out, palming himself slowly - your eyes following his every movement. He was enchanting nonetheless, alluring you in with every pump he did to himself. Leon's mind was fogged with you, the view of you turning every cell in his brain insane. He seriously couldn't get enough of your watchful eyes scanning his hand; viewing the pornographic sight in front of you.

Although once again he did think to make this the best sex he's had in a while, it was obvious you both were too tired to even do anything remotely crazy that night. So plain ole cowgirl it is.

Quick work was made for your sweatpants as they were easily tossed to the floor, your panties being the the second piece of protection between you and Leon's boxers straining his dick in place. His hands guided you still, the subtle movements rocking back on forth bringing both of you a sense of release you both needed. Silken kisses bringing out a wave of passion. Playing with the band of his boxers - a dark look appeared in his gaze.

"Impatient?" The mere one word question could've left you astonished if you weren't so hazy from being aroused. Of course you were impatient. He was the embodiment of seduction. "Well, yeah." A laugh escaped both Leon and you, your eyes boring into his.

"Shouldn't keep you waiting should I?"

Sliding your panties to the side; pulling his boxers down, it was easy for his cock to slide in. Eliciting a deep moan from the both of you as kisses were shared once again. Leon couldn't believe how good you felt, he already felt pussy drunk. The two of you shared tired eyes and low whimpers whilst your hips rocked back and forth.

"You're so pretty..." Leon mumbled out, dazed out of his mind looking at how your body synchronised with his. The way his dick was slipping in and out of you, pressing into that sweet spot of yours. How were you so pretty? And how did you already make such a mess? Glancing down, his eyes followed to the feeling of wetness coating the base of his cock - your inner thighs glistening from how wet you were. Completely mesmerised, Leon looked up at you with pure love and lust.

You couldn't talk, not when all your throat could conjure was the moans and low screams as his hips started to jerk up slightly - thrusting himself further in you. Holding onto the bedframe keeping you both afloat, your mumbles tried to alert him from the upcoming orgasm reaching you. "Mmph... L-Leon, I..." was all you could muster. It was the only coherent thing he could understand before feeling you tighten up.

"That's it baby, keep going." The softness in his voice juxtaposed the way his hips were snapping up and down, Leon couldn't help it. Your pussy felt too good wrapped around him. He had to put in the last of his energy to making you feel good at least. Lazily, his hand slowly reached your clothed clit - his fingers slowly rubbing the fabric of your panties. The perfect amount of friction to make your bundle of nerves become overstimulated whilst being stuffed full.

Your tired eyes locked with his, feeling yourself getting closer to seventh heaven. A small smirk plastered on Leon's face, watching you breathlessly whilst his dick twitched too.

"Gotta pull out..." He murmured, his fingers making you reach the pinnacle of your orgasm. "L-Leon!" All you could do was shudder on-top of him, feeling the remaining energy in you seep out alongside your orgasm. Collapsing onto him, Leon subtly slipped himself out, painting your clit and lower stomach with his cum. A low hum leaving him as he kissed the nape of your neck. "You did so well."

Panting heavily, your moan responded to his words. Chuckling to himself, Leon held you close whilst sitting up. Grabbing a few tissues in the box to wipe your tummy.

"Come on, let's get cleaned up."

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[thestarmaker]

The delicate dance of trying to find The Right Movie for your bath

[egophiliac]

Have you seen the clips of the Ride Kamens characters' henshin scenes? They're all great, but Kamui's is the best one. I can't believe that he doesn't accidentally choke during it.

I've seen them in the twitter countdown clips, only gotten to a couple in-game though! (I've been playing pretty slowly...I keep getting distracted by the character episodes so I'm only on like...episode 2. :') (right now Saigo has gone off to fight some villains offscreen while Haruma talks to me endlessly about milk and it's GLORIOUS)

that said I do agree it would be very funny if Kamui accidentally swallowed his ring. or maybe not-so-accidentally. this, too, is ~art~ (somehow)

(he would not be the first character to canonically eat a rock though) (Leon my beloved...)

[blubunz]

FAVORITE CHILD

— dad! leon s. kennedy x f! daughter! reader

《MINORS DNI!》

Tags: incest, reader is mentioned to have siblings, spit kink, praise, slight breeding kink, choking, breath play, semi-public sex, pet names.

A/N: freaks.

“Shh, shh, princess.” Leon coos, one hand clasps over your mouth. He watches your eyes rolling up as he continues snapping his hips into you, practically making you lose control over his thick, slimy cock. “Keep your voice down. Those things your siblings are watching won't be enough to drown your pretty noise.”

You can't help it, how the fuck can you be quiet when your dad's cock is drilling inside you? It's his fault anyways! His fault who tempted you, who praised you, who favored you above the others. You can't help it if your dad is this sexy.

A single whine escapes your lips and, Leon doesn't want to risk having the rest knowing he's fucking his daughter on the bed he used to share with his wife.

His lips crash down to yours, muffling your screams and cries, but the sound of the bed creaking is increasing, he's so scared, just as you are. The idea of having sex in a room with your family sitting right outside is enough to have your pussy squeezing his cock. You don't know, maybe you want it, to see your siblings face scrunched up in disgust. But in your mind, you already knew that they would be jealous. Jealous that Leon is fucking you, not them. Jealous at how he's calling you sweet names. A tiny part of you wants that just to inflate your ego a bit more.

Leon is fucking you dumb, you don't understand why mom left him for someone else when his dick is right here! Big, thick, so alive and he can maintain for so long. You had been drooling for a man like this, and now you have it, you just didn't expect it to be your own flesh and blood, but you can't complain, not when he has been fucking the thoughts out of that little brain that he can grab and pull back to have your back arching.

“Dad—!” You cry, hands clenching the bedsheets, the look you're giving him is something he never expected coming from his daughter, but he loves it, he loves you.

He never doubts you, you're the favorite child for a reason, even if you're now old enough not to care, he always make it like a competition between you and your siblings, and you won every time.

And every time, he rewards you with his dick.

“Shit, my princess is squeezing me tight. Hngh— Honey, are you scared? Your siblings won't know, baby.” Leon whispers, rutting up until his tip kisses your womb. “They don't get to see this, sweetie. It's just between us two, right, my special girl?”

He calls you special with a purpose, you know that. He puts you above others, pleasing your needs not only financially but sexually as well, he's better than anyone you've met when you were out there surviving all by yourself.

Now, all you need to think about is his cock, and how much you two will go tonight.

With the sounds he's letting out, you know he's going to risk your sleep just to fuck you full. You could've expected that, you've been away long enough to leave him aching and frustrated, of course he's risking it.

Like, you two are having sex with your family sitting out in the living room to watch TV right now.

“Sweet girl. My sweetest puppy, god, your pussy is made to fit me.” He praises you, never once stopping and instead keeps thrusting into you. His grip is firm and tight, you can feel him shaking from how much he's feeling. “My perfect pussy that belongs to my favorite girl.”

Leon chuckles, looking at your fucked out face. He grabs your chin, prying your tongue to stick it out with his thumb pressing down on it.

“But of course, you can't prance that title around your sibs, can you? They'll know, baby. It will ruin the surprise and our...secret time together.” He spits in your mouth, thick glob running down your throat, you can taste his uniqueness, the degrading act mixing with his praises are making your arousal doubled.

You can see his satisfaction when you drink his spit like fine wine, trailing fingers around your neck, he squeezes it just enough to have you see stars and your hole clenches.

“My perfect daughter—” He grunts. “—with the sweetest cunt, you're so perfect...” He kisses you again, restricting your airflow just a bit more. Leon can feel your breath rapidly going to try and find a way in and out, through his lips blocking yours and his large hand around your throat.

Leon's pace never falters, he only seems to go even rougher on you, it's like he's begging to be seen with how much sound you two are making because of him.

He told you to be quiet, but he's the one making the bed creak. Leon doesn't give a damn really, your tight cunt is a drug so addicting that blinds his rational thoughts. You just lay there, shivering and skin flushed, hot to his touch. You're too good, and Leon doesn't know if he should be proud, do you take after your mom? Or him with the whole being too attractive thing?

Nonetheless, he's got to have you, he can't share this lovely girl to anyone else. The thought of you even wanting to have a boyfriend would be enough tk have his dick pound into you just to remind you that daddy's the best.

“D-Daddy, I-I can't...” You trail off, words disolve into nothing when he slams into a practically good spot, tip nudging your fleshy wall. “Hngh— fuck...”

“I know, baby.” He moves to your clit, circling it with his finger to get you higher to your climax. “I know. Come on, princess. Be a good girl and—”

“CUMMI—mph!” Your scream is cut off with his palm, Leon groans, feeling your juice washing over his cock as his hips repeatedly thrust into you, his little moans slip out, high pitched with needs as he sucks in a deep sniff of your hair. His eyebrows furrow and he releases himself deep inside you womb, filling you up the way you like it.

He doesn't pull out, staying there just to feel his warmth seeping inside you. He's also afraid some would leak out, he wouldn't want that.

But, he knows he has to eventually. Slowly pulling out, the tip of his cock connects to your pussy by a thin trail of white cum, then more starts pooling out.

“Bred you good, huh, baby?” Leon huffs out a laugh, playing with the cum that's been leaking out. Meanwhile, you lay there, panting and flushed, getting yourself back together piece by piece.

You feel his lips on your sticky forehead, with a small murmur of "good girl". He stands up only to pull you along as well, pushing your panties up back to its place.

“Want to join the others downstairs?” He offers, and laughs when you gave him a deadpan look. “Alright, princess, we'll stay here just a bit longer.”

With that, he hugs you close and kisses your cheek, whispering praises to you, compliments he only gives you and no one else.

[lulualuana]

Chains

Older Boyfriend!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader

synopsis: Leon looks damn good with a chain on and you're not afraid to let him know you think that

content warnings: MDNI!, reader is feral, a little (lot) self-indulgent, older leon, Leon's kinda whipped but so are you, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap that thing yall!), creampie

word count: 3k+

notes: I started writing and didn't stop ( i really like chains, can you tell) since this is 'fic lengthed' i guess this counts as my first real fic.. woooo

enjoy?

Leon was never a jewelry kind of guy. It always proved a liability on missions, and being honest, he was the type to lose a ring if he had one.

However, after begrudgingly retiring (something about being too old and past his working prime, whatever the fuck that is), he has since broadened his horizons. After an overly long debate over whether silver or gold suited his skin tone, he settled for a simple silver ring, barely noticeable yet stylish. So very him. He thought that was all he needed.

And then he met you. Sweetest girl he's ever had the fortune of fucking and turning into his girlfriend, and you loved jewelry, had a door sized organizer for just the amount of earrings you owned. A little obsessive, but cute he supposes.

While he marveled at how much jewelry you owned, you marveled at how little he had. So much wasted potential, or so you said. In your words exactly, he ‘could’ve broken a lot more hearts in his youth if he had his ears pierced or a chain’. He wasn’t particularly sure if that was a compliment or not, but he took it as one. 

Given that, it was no surprise that on your one year anniversary, you shoved a little green box in his hands, smiling wide when he blinked at you. "Open it," was all you said, and so he did. A simple silver chain rested in the box, a gift from you to him. You told him now he can break your heart, even if he’s not young anymore. (Of course this was followed by a warning of being castrated if he actually did break your heart) It warmed his little old heart. You could've given him trash and he still would've swooned, really, but he liked it. 

What he didn’t expect was just how much you liked it, and boy did you like it. 

There was something almost feral about how you got once he put on that chain. It scared him a little… You hung around him more, both literally and figuratively. You were in his personal bubble a lot more than you used to be and that was saying something, your eyes lingering on him a touch longer than they used to. He swore he saw your eyes sparkling once or twice while he had it on. 

He recalls two specific instances that made it obvious you just maaaaybe had a thing for chains. Aside from the fact that you littered his neck with hickies that same night right along where the chain sat…

The first being the one morning he finally decided he needed to shave a little. A certain someone was complaining and crying about beard burn so it was time for a full shave. He had taken the chain off for a while, laid it down on his bedside table to be put back on once he was clean shaven. He thought nothing of it until you came into the bathroom to grab something, full-on stopping and staring at him for a disturbingly long minute. You were more so staring at his neck, actually..

"Where is it?" You asked, to which Leon raised an eyebrow at you in the reflection of the mirror. "Where's what, angel?" He asked back, turning his attention back to himself as he shaved off the last patch of stubble on his jaw.

"Your chain," you specified, stepping closer to Leon and circling him, a furrow between your brows as you inspected his neck a little too closely. "Where is it?" 

He catches you by the cheeks in your flurry, squeezing you playfully before letting you go and bending over to wash away the excess shaving cream on his face. “By the bed,” he answers casually, humming over the sound of the running water. “Didn’t want to get a bunch of hair in it. Why?” You don’t answer, lips quirked into an odd pout while you grabbed what you initially came for. “I like it better when it’s on,” you mumbled as you walked back out, Leon giving you a sort of odd look on the way. 

He didn’t think much of it because right after he was done he put it back on and your peace seemed restored, but he should’ve known. No normal person pouts over a chain being off for no more than 30 minutes, right? He decided to brush it off until the second incident. The one that practically forced the truth down his throat. 

You had come home late after being out with your friends. Leon decided to kick back and relax with a movie on while he waited up for you. You told him you were having a few drinks and he wanted to make sure he was awake to take care of you if needed. Like a good boyfriend should. 

He was all nice and comfy with his arm stretched over the back of the couch when you came in, toeing off your heels and immediately letting down your hair from the cute style you had it in before as you wandered over to where Leon was, flopping down onto the couch beside him. “‘m so sick of going out, I want to stay in for the rest of my life,” you grumbled, resting your head on his shoulder. 

He chucked in response, combing his fingers through your hair to smooth it out a little. “You could never be a homebody, angel. You’d go insane within the first hour.” You frown a little before shutting your eyes, deciding that not responding makes his statement less true than it really was. 

Your lack of a response only makes him laugh more, his hand leaving your hair to instead pinch your cheek. “Not answering because you know I’m right, huh? You’re lucky you’re cute.” You laugh along with him this time, swatting his hand away from your cheek and opening your eyes just to glare at him despite the wide smile on your face. “Or what? What would you do if I wasn’t cute?” 

Leon hums, tilting his head side to side in deep thought. “I don’t know.. Probably kick you out,” he jokes, the smile on his face growing wider when you gasp in mock offense. You playfully swat at his chest as he laughs, laughing with him. “You’d kick me out just because I didn’t answer you? Oh, you’re evil.” You’re still laughing when he pulls you in against his chest, his own laughter rumbling through his chest and into you. “You say that like you have a problem with it, angel.” 

“Whatever,” is your final response as you both settle into comfort, the TV providing good background noise for the peace that fell over the both of you. You both take the time to appreciate everything around you. The coziness of the apartment, the warmth of Leon beside you, the glimmer of the chain around his neck…. 

Leon is jolted from the peace when he feels you, glancing down to catch a glimpse of your finger tracing against the links of the chain around his neck. He can’t help the mildly amused huff that escapes him as he leans his head back against the back of the couch, looking at your face with a single raised eyebrow and a hint of a smile on his lips. “What are you doing, angel?” 

You shrug, giving a noncommittal hum. "I dunno'.." Your eyes jump up to his face and then back down to where your finger was. He would’ve believed in the act of nonchalance if not for the deep inhale you take and the way you chew the inside of your cheek, clearly feeling something. 

The reaction is enough for Leon to reach up, grabbing you by the cheeks and forcing your gaze onto his. “Alright, what is it? You and this damn chain.” He squeezes your cheeks until your lips pucker, shaking you a little. “You’d think it was your boyfriend and not me with how you act.” 

You manage a little frown on your lips at his squeezing, looking off to the side in a sort of flustered avoidance. “I like it,” you answer a little too simply. You glance back over at Leon when you receive silence at your confession, and the look on his face makes you roll your eyes, your frown a lot more like a cute little pout now. “You look really hot with a chain on, okay? Like ‘I can’t help looking at you, and I feel hot everywhere’ kind of hot. Like ‘Victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time’ kind of hot.” 

Despite expecting some form of that answer, Leon was still surprised to hear you tell him how you felt about the chain and more surprised to hear that you liked it that much. “Really?” He asks, the skepticism in his voice making your nose scrunch. “Yes really,” you huff, dropping your hand away from its spot on his neck thinking he was poking fun at you. 

He already knew what was going through your head. You probably thought that he thought you were weird for it, when in reality it was a little bit of an ego boost. 

He clicks his tongue, squeezing your cheeks in a silent demand for your attention again. “Look at me, angel.” When you obey and look his way he gives you a straightfaced look. “It’s cute. You liking this stupid chain that much? That’s real cute, maybe even a little hot. Don’t go thinking you’re weird for something like that.” When you don’t seem to believe his words he sighs, tilting his head.

“Remember that date where we went ice skating and you wore your hair down and those cute heart hoops? I don’t think I’ve ever popped a boner that fast in my life, angel. Seriously.” That manages to pull a smile from you and he smiles back at you, squeezing your cheeks once more before finally letting go of you. “I promise it's mostly normal to like jewelry on someone. Don’t go getting all shy over it.” 

You blow out a little huff of air, your hand returning to its place now that your fears of being shamed for your obsession have been curbed. You purse your lips, rubbing the chain back and forth between your fingers. “I don’t just like jewelry on someone. I like jewelry on you. I wouldn’t be this crazy over just anyone.”

Now that boosts Leon’s ego real bad. His smile grows wider as he leans in, pressing his lips against yours in a fleeting kiss. “You really are too cute.” 

He hums when you lean back in, pressing back forward for a longer and deeper kiss. He can taste something sweet on your tongue though he’s not sure if it's the drinks you had, the lip gloss you had on or just you in general. Probably all three. He didn't care.

It’s not long before his hand snakes back up, threading into your hair to pull you closer to him. He doesn’t seem to be the only who craves less space between you two as he feels you tugging him closer by the cursed chain. That warms his blood in a way he can’t explain, making him groan against your lips as his tongue slips out into the kiss, licking into your mouth with a slow and precise kind of hunger, the kind that makes your stomach twist and your thighs press together to try and relieve the growing ache down there. 

You don’t get much relief when his other hand comes into play, curling under your thigh to pull them apart and pull you over onto his lap. His hand falls from your hair, settling on your other thigh as he tugs you closer, pulling you until you can feel the stiffness of his cock through his sweatpants. 

It seems only natural to grind your hips down into his, giving yourself a preview of what was to come in very little time it seemed. The feeling makes you twitch and tense up, Leon’s hips canting up into the stimulation as he groans into your mouth, finally pulling away so you both don’t suffocate before the real fun can start. 

His hand slithers up under the skirt you chose to wear that night (thank god for easy access) as he pulls back to look at you. The way you lick your kiss-slicked lips and stare back at him with those hazy eyes drives him insane. His free hand lifts to drag down his mouth as his eyes roll back before returning to you, half-lidded and wanting. “Fuck, angel. You’re killing me, looking at me like that.” 

He’s all for showing his appreciation for how good you look too, his hand under your skirt moving until his fingers brush against your panties, rubbing you over your panties once, twice, before his thumb slips beneath the fabric, the tip of his thumb rubbing slow, tight circles around your clit. “All wet like this just from a little kissing? How’d I get a girl like you, hm? How’d I get so lucky?” You answer his words with a delicate moan and a buck of your hips, your back arching from the stimulation to your already throbbing clit. 

“Leon, c’mon..” You whine a little, turned on far too much in too short of a time for him to just tease you the way he was. The pressure wasn’t enough, and god he looked too fucking good. Sitting there, his face all flushed as he struggled to decide whether his hungry gaze should stay on your face or if he should lift up your skirt and watch your pussy drool all over his sweatpants with your need. And to top it all off, when your eyes followed that familiar path down, it found his chain, resting perfect and taunting against his chest. It made you burn from the inside out.

“Relax, angel. I know what you need. You know I’ll give it to you,” Leon murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth, not quite doing anything more that would show he’s going to honor his words. Now that won’t do for you. You’ve never been the most patient girl in the world. You let one hand settle on his chest as the other reaches down, tugging his sweatpants down. Despite his urgency to wait, he’s complacent in lifting his hips to aid you, letting you pull until his cock springs free, slapping against his stomach lewdly. The sight reignites the need inside you that never died out in the first place. 

You can’t stop yourself from reaching out, wrapping your hand around him and running your thumb through the precum beading at the tip. It makes him hiss, his thumb stuttering in its motion over your clit, his hand gripping your hip instead. You revel in his reaction, at the way more precum spills for you. That brief second of teasing seemed to be just enough to convince Leon to change his mind about waiting, because he’s pulling you closer instantly with murmured words of ‘c’mon, angel’, pulling your panties to the side as you follow, lifting until you can line yourself up with him. He pulls you into another kiss as you notch his tip against your cunt and sink down, both of you groaning in unison for different reasons. 

For Leon, nothing feels better than sinking into you and he’ll stand by that for the rest of his life. The way your warm walls welcome him in with a tight squeeze feels like home, feels so disastrously good. For you, the way Leon fills you up feels like an invasion, feels too intimate despite the circumstances. It steals your breath, the way his dick fills and presses up against every single crevice and leaves you with nothing but him. You both have to sit with the feeling for a minute, drinking in the feeling like you do every time you have sex. 

You share a kiss, Leon's lips moving languidly against yours as you feel him twitch within you. He breaks away to breathe, panting as he rests his forehead against yours. His hands massage your hips gently and the squeeze you give in response spurs him to shallowly buck his hips into yours, watching intently at the way your jaw drops with a whine that shoves itself between your own panting. A ghost of a smile curves at his lips at the noise, and he does it again, using his grip on your hips to put a little more force behind it. 

He’s quick to pick up a deep rhythm, reveling in the whines and moans you spill for him. “Mmn.. fuck,” you gasp when he angles his hips a little, body going rigid in his arms. You arch as you feel one of his hands slide up your back, the other staying taut at your waist to keep you grounded as he begins to work his hips a little faster, your body bouncing off of his with little hitched whines from your lips as you feel him bullying into you so good. “Le-on-” 

“Mhm, I know, angel, I know. It feels good, huh?” He murmurs, his voice taut from his own pleasure, from the effort he’s using to fuck into that spot that makes you go limp and see stars. You nod a little too fast and a little too much, feeling too good to care that you might look a little like a bobble head. “So good, so fucking good.” Your response has Leon biting his lip, undoubtedly a lot harder and trying to bite down the satisfied grin that wants to spread on his face. He feels smug making his girl feel so good. 

He shifts his grip, his hands settle on your hips, leaning you back so he can see the look of bliss on your face, see the way your eyes cross when he drives his hips up and pulls yours down in unison, see the way your tits bounce from his thrusts when he pulls your shirt up. He’s caught up in it all when he feels your hands, sliding down from his shoulders to paw at his chest, to paw at that damn chain. “S-so.. so fucking pretty-” You gasp, a whine tumbling after it as your stomach coils. 

The glazed look in your eyes as your gaze settles beside your hands makes Leon groan, his grip on your hips stiffening. He can feel the way you tighten around him just looking at it, and if he wasn’t so deep inside you, he’d be jealous over some damn jewelry. “I swear, angel-” he starts with a grunt, his pace stuttering and growing a little sloppy as he grows close. “You better- better look at me and not this damn chain when you come.” 

If it weren’t for the situation, his words would’ve made you laugh, instead it feels like they jab at the coil in your stomach, poking and prodding until it all comes undone, and it comes undone fast. Your body arches in his grip, gaze lifting to his face as heat sears through your body, burning through you in the most dizzying way until your thighs tremble around his waist. “ffuck-” You whine, hand curling around the chain as your eyes lock onto Leon’s, unclear and fucked out.

The heat in you sears straight through you into Leon, the sight and feel of you coming undone making him follow soon after, his grip on you bruisingly hard as his thrusts slow, a groan accompanying the heat that pools into you. His gaze is locked on yours as the tension from both of your bodies melts away, his body slumping back against the couch and yours settling into his arms. 

You both sit there panting for a blissed out few minutes, the long forgotten TV filling the silence with white noise. Leon would’ve sworn you’d fallen asleep if not for you moving, pulling away and leaning back. He quirks an eyebrow as you stare at him, taking a moment to find your voice before speaking. “I think.. I should get you another chain,” you manage to say, a grin spreading on your lips at the way Leon just scoffs and laughs. 

“I’m serious. Maybe even get your ears pierced. Or a lip piercing, or a tongue piercing,” You prattle on, squealing when Leon lifts you, walking off towards your bedroom with you in his arms. “Or a dick piercing-” He guffaws at your words, shaking his head. “Enough!” He laughs, clearly not taking any of what you were saying seriously.

He totally didn’t end up with his ears pierced a month later. 

~~~

i finally did it, woooo, now I can work on the OTHER four works I have lined up (let me out)

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PAREIDOLIA

Leon S. Kennedy x reader | 18+ MDNI. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, NON CONSENSUAL SEX, INCEST, SOMNOPHILIA, SMUT, non consensual somnophilia, father-daughter incest, deadbeat dad, female reader, he is pervy, obsession, implied alcoholism, blowjob, masturbation, use of daddy, creampie, underwear theft, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, slapping.

Summary: your dad didn't teach you how to protect yourself nor he showed himself in your most important parts of life - until recently, and your mum told you to be gentle with your dad, too bad he didn't get the same memo with his kid

notes: released it from the jail finally!!!had this wip and idea since september or october, but got stuck until recently and yea.... i rewrote everything I don’t condone anything here in real life. :3 BIG thanks to @rigorwhoring for talking about dad leon with me and proofreading it, and @writingwisterias!!! uhm, reblogs, asks or comments and any kind of interractions are really appreciated!

tags: @melanchol1cs

“Your dad is a man with a hard life, be gentle.” Your mom’s voice resonates in your ears, even though she is far away from you, her familiar shake of the head and curled up brows flash in your mind. Too sweet, too nice, agonizingly when the topic is that man. You didn’t inherit this - you don’t know your dad, you’ve seen him only in photo albums, secretly hoping you don’t look like him.

It was amazing without him, really. You never felt the lack of dad. Good luck can’t last forever, cause the closest college was next to him. Perhaps, for once in his life, he decided to take responsibility.

So the house stands tall and in all its pride, looming over you as for the first time in your life a long time you feel like a little child again. The same feelings of those apartment buildings your eyes would study until the feeling that they will fall on you and the primal fear would force you to run away like a scared doe. This time is different.

Now standing in front of his door feels heavy, thoughts fill your brain anxiously - that’s the last thing you expect from yourself. Standing there and staring at it feels surreal, every passing second the door moves further from you. Blink. A normal door, it is in its place, nothing changed. Stress makes one mad. With a heavy sigh, your knuckles hit lightly the front door. Knock-knock. Silence, a little bit of rambling behind the door. Is he at home even? Or will he ignore you like always? You don’t care about this man, don’t change your mind. You are not a pussy. And this isn’t a meeting with the president.

This should be easy.

“Sorry, sweetheart..” A low and raspy voice comes out before the door opens. Your dad is in front of you. A look of hope and recognition flashes in his eyes before they get fogged by disappointment. What was that? Leon sighs, rubbing his eyes. “…did the road treat you well?”

“It was fine” you brush it off quickly, while your eyes are occupied on his face. That’s maybe your first time seeing him in flesh and blood. He looks good, but also like shit… light stubble across his cheeks, darkish spots under his eyes giving him an even more tired look. Messy dark brown hair, did he just wake up? He looks miserable. In photos he had much lighter hair, did he dye his hair when he was younger? Or blonde people just became darker with age. Unlucky for them.

Both don’t know how to act.

“Don’t stand like a statue, come on” His hand reaches for luggage, sighing again like it is heavy underpaid work on a construction site.

Tiredness washes over you after stepping inside. It looks okay here. Dusty, old, and empty bottles of cheap bourbon, no wonder he looks like shit, it is probably his first dry day since forever. A quick glance around, you didn’t catch many details, photos on shelves most of them were taken a long time ago - a photo of him and your mom, then another shelf with a girl with a red jacket and a big bear-looking man. Huge biceps. And your dad is in the middle.

“Did your mama tell you something about me?” His next question sets in the air as soon as the door closes with a click behind you. Luggage was already settled on the floor with a soft thump while you were busy studying the unmarried man’s dwelling.

Your mom. She is a good woman, with her own cons and pros - at the end of the day, she always tried to be a decent human being and you close your eyes on many things you didn’t comprehend. It is hard to raise a child alone in this economy. Still, dad as a word was empty - she never told you about him other than a simple “you have a dad”, “it is his birthday, don’t forget to call him.”. Nor he was a knight in shining armor tale-like, it was an empty word. And Daddy’s Girl or Princess is a mythological title, one you would see in movies.

“I don’t think so?” Why would she? You knew about his existence which is enough and your mom always tried to force him to interact with you. It didn’t turn out well - he’d always ignored your calls or messages. Even birthday texts.

It is awkward. His face is tensed; his eyes run away from yours, as his hand scrapes the stubble nervously - not pleased with the consequences of his own decision.

“Now… we have all the time to get to know each other” Leon speaks up again and you want to go to your room. He tries hard to pull out a memory related to you. Really. His fingers ran through his hair. “I was so busy these years” Yeah, crawling back to mom. “I remember we talked in a call, you were a cute kid, smart too”

“I don’t remember that” or like that. There is no memory other than one. And he still got it wrong. A call on your mom’s laptop which you accepted just to see his confused expression on the screen. There were no questions about your life, no greeting, just a simple one, you’d ask a stranger - “Where is your mom? Can you call her?”

“Cause you were a child, believe me,” Leon pauses. Trying to find another believable excuse. “Your old man isn’t going to mess up with you, dads are a girl’s first best friend”

“Sure…“ What a nonsense.

“Don’t be so vindictive” Leon tries to brush it off further. It isn’t hard to catch on to your clear hostility - the perks of his job.

“I am not” You shake your head. “…Just tired”

He wants to strangle you. No one likes a woman who talks too much or talks back to men. Even worse when somehow your tone and presence hint at his absence, - it is conscience talking. No man likes to be pointed to his own shit.

Leon silently watches you move to the stairs, dragging luggage behind you. An intrusive urge to keep the conversation going, to keep you here with him.

“You look so much like your mom, you know that?” His eyes travel from your face to your body. You stand there on the staircase, now higher than him, and look down. Like a judge silently deciding his fate. Leon clears his throat, his palm rubs his stubble again. “Your room is the first one to the right”

“…thank you”

For a moment, your stomach swirls uncomfortably at his blue eyes - they are sweet and warm, there is no hint of malice. At least you can’t catch it. But there is a hint of something else. Turbulent, like violent waves crashing against the rocks of the pier. And something raw. The latter you have seen that look in weird, creepy men in the bar - urging their hands on you or your friends.

To think of, you don’t know why he has a spare room in his house nor you are going to ask to not hear the answer you don’t want to swallow as a hard pill. It looks fine, better than you’ve expected. There are no posters or unique decorations - the same room you’d find in every hotel; too clean with every basic item and absence of constant living. You can fix it, unlike a hotel room.

——

It has been two months already, college keeps you busy and buried in your room, giving you more accessible excuses to avoid your dad. When he is at home, which isn’t a lot thankfully. The house is tremendously empty, even though the traces of him being here are visible, the feeling of loneliness is pressing on your brain every second of your little breaks. Nor is his presence calming, still, it soothes the void in your chest. Maybe you just miss back home, nostalgia makes the memories of the Sun warmer on your skin, ice cream tastier, and life easier.

Your panties have been disappearing. An unnatural amount, you’d be sure the place is haunted by a perverted ghost. Fortunately, you weren’t aware Leon was at fault. Nor did you try to ask him, maybe your dad appeared creepy and icky, but he wouldn’t steal your underwear, right? Most of his time he is out there working(or drinking in bars) or emptying one shot after another. And he can’t help himself, after all, you look like your mom, same face, the identical curve of your waist, and the same glimpse in your eyes.

“My ex-wife was struck by lightning, now she is my wife.“ Even your micro-expressions - your eye roll every time he jokes.

“No, she isn’t” No laughing, nothing. Your mom didn’t like his jokes either, the same tasteless bitch.

His genes didn’t fight back, perhaps one of the reasons Leon never cared for you until now. Like a cat after giving birth rejecting one of the kittens for an unexplainable reason. Instincts are wiser. He isn’t a mother, but he is a dad so this is applicable to him too, right? Of course, not because he was much busier to crawl back to your mom just to end up rejected for the thousandth time.

Your underwear is his guilty pleasure. Leon can’t help himself, he is long gone already. His attention easily glues to your underwear in his grip, free hand of habit frees his hard cock - it bobs up towards his hip and twitches in the air with already formed beads of pre-cum on his aching red tip - begging for any kind of attention. Your lips would be nice, the image of your lips around him, tracing the shape of the most prominent vein on his cock. Leon groans, leaning back against the back of the couch, the fabric of your underwear is so nice to feel pressed against his cock. O, to cum on your face - to see your pretty features to be tainted with his cum. His fist cups it in tighter, slowly pumping his cock and watching more pre-cum spill from the slit - staining your underwear, mixing with your scent. Another visual of you in his mind - your puffy folds in front of him, glistening with your slick, how his cock would press nicely in between your pussy lips, parting them and smearing your slick across his flesh. His cock twitches in his hand, quickening the pace and rubbing harder the soft fabric of your underwear.

There is a light, brief hint of clarity in his brain, whispering - Daughter! Your daughter! But it ends up being an encouragement to groan and stroking himself faster across his hardened cock until he finally gets his high. His cum spills over his knuckles and your underwear - he keeps stroking himself through his orgasm to hold on to this. Wet, dirty noises mix with his heavy breathing once he gets overwhelmed and too soft to keep it going.

At this point, this isn’t about your mom, but you. He doesn’t think about her anymore. His last chance to get what he had in his youth is you.

The obsession rooted deep in his body started to become heavier, every time you were doing your own business he wondered if your tits are the same as hers or even better. Does your pussy taste like her? Or better? Identical in appearance, the same would be applied to sex too, right? God, when his hands get on you, it would be so easy to play with you - the pressure on your spongy spot, to feel the familiar weight of your tits in his palm. He never met you until recently, but he knows your body to a T. He’d bet his teeth on that. You brought the smell of her back with the memories and he must not lose his last chance.

Maybe alcohol is doing its own deed, pushing even more inappropriate thoughts into his head - a good excuse for himself, there is no way he will admit to being on the bad side, too much happened in his life that ponders on him since he was 21 years old. Tonight Leon is brave, braver than he has ever been now that he is going to do something more than steal your underwear to jerk off on them. He’d make out with a bottle of alcohol as a gratitude.

Your entire presence here is like a gift after many years of enduring his job and rejections from your mom. You are a miracle, divine or not he hasn’t decided yet. You never lock your room, easier for your dad to get what he wants. And the night is young.

The mattress beneath you dips softly with added weight, in the dark room the outlines of your figure are still visible. You look peaceful, calm, and unaware of his presence. Of his intentions. and the edge of your shirt is riding up and shamelessly exposes the flesh of your stomach - what a tease you are and you don’t even realize it. Your unconscious body, deep in the sleep, and he probably has all night to enjoy you. This heightens his arousal, not daring to touch you for a solid minute - not believing this is real, this may be a divine gift at this point. Still need to decide on that. Blood buzzes in his ears; adrenaline, excitement, and alcohol pump his blood faster, for a moment afraid you may wake up without even having the taste of fucking you. Or he is going to have a stroke. Both scenarios aren’t optimal.

Already hard, not the hardest he has ever been - you should cut him some slack, alcohol isn’t the best friend with the boner and he is too excited. He grips his cock, slowly dragging his fist across his half-hard cock as his eyes are focused on your unconscious face. Your lips are parted slightly, a glimpse of your teeth and he can’t help himself again. Shifting closer to your face, guiding his cock to your mouth. The soft and plush skin of your lower lip connects with his tip. No need to rush, Leon, she is here, for you.

And what if she wakes up? A little bit of kitty scratches and weak slaps wouldn’t hurt. Actually, sounds even better; little bruises or scratches from you would work like an encouragement for him - in case, Leon can easily overpower you, anyway.

Slowly tracing the form of your lip with his tip, teasing himself for what is going to come. It has been years since he had a woman similar to her, they always lacked something. You are ideal. Whole. It is enough to slowly harden his cock, pre-cum bead forms on the slit just to smear it across your plush lip.

“Open up, let your dad have his fun” Finally. He nudges his cock in, slowly and watches your mouth easily open up as the tip disappears and gets enveloped with the wetness of your warm mouth.

And Leon gasps.

This is better than any pussy he had in years, maybe the lack of action comes back to haunt him - but he doesn’t care, his cock hardens in your mouth. It presses down on your tongue as he guides his hips back and forth slowly - the tip rubs on the soft surface of your wet heat. Not too rough or quick, in case you’d wake up so soon, he’d prefer that with his dick buried in your cunt. And to cum before he feels your cunt would be a sin. Your mouth hangs open, saliva hoards in the corner of it - you look like a perfect doll for him. Pulling his hard and wet cock out of your mouth, a string connects with your lips - like something he’d find in porn sites with dirty titles.

Deadbeat dad fucks his unconscious whore daughter - this would have been the title for the hypothetical porn video. And he gets even more excited.

Roughly pulling higher the fabric of your shirt, he needs to see your tits. To feel them in his palm. And they are perfect, he is memorized by the sight of your nipples stiffening up as the chillier air makes contact with them. His palm holds your breast, it fills so well - god, fuck, your tits were made for him, so perfectly sit in his hand and soft. A squeeze and they are softer than before. Softest even. Your skin is like the most expensive silk under his fingers, addicting to touch - your chest would cure his insomnia. This is something he’d expect to find in after death. Instead, he is alive and well. Miracle, alright.

“Your tits are perfect, better than I’ve imagined” Leon whispers, not flickering away from your chest.

His thumb and index fingers focus on your nipple now, in between their tips he applies more pressure. Soft, tender too. Your expression tenses, light twitches in your mouth, and how your eyebrows come together is so cute - he doesn’t even know what to stare at.

“What you like…” A light flick with his fingers on your nipple - your lips tense “This feels good, yeah?” This time his fingers twist - your lips part with a weak moan. “So good for me, for daddy” A pinch - another docile whimper, needy. For him. And his dick is painfully hard, leaking pre-cum and twitches in the air. Clearly unhappy with the neglect.

Leon isn’t in the mood to undress you - he is drunk and hard to the point his conscience doesn’t care what’s good or wrong, it whispers to him sweetly: get what you deserve, Leon, this is your gift after enduring everyone’s shit. The shit that woman’s pulled too.

“Let me see you” He positions in between your legs, fingers easily pulling aside the fabric of your shorts and underwear - exposing your pussy to his gaze.

God, fucking god, he will be damned and not to be memorized would be a sin. It isn’t wet as he expected it to be, but still, the strings of slick cling to your folds and lips, glistening like a silent spell lures him to finally fuck you. To bury his cock inside you. He adjusts his position, his cock is twitching and so close to your slick warmth.

With his hand, he guides his cock to part your pussy lips, grinding against the heat of your cunt. Its tip against your slicked folds, bumping against your clit, and watching your body flick with weak moans. The friction makes you gush even more with slick. His precum mixes with your arousal, it spreads easily on his veiny and hard cock. Would work perfectly as a lube. His free hand grips your hip tightly, angling it to finally guide his cock into your neglected hole.

His tip slowly disappears inside your slick folds, hitting his body with a rush of addicting pleasure - your walls stretch around his cock slowly, gripping every prominent vein and adjusting to the slight curve of his cock. Warm heat envelops him almost in a vice-like hold, forcing a low groan out of his throat. Your hips buck into him, sinking his cock deeper into you with a weak moan escaping - even in a badly lightened room his eyes can catch on the changes in your expressions; slightly tensed eyebrows, tongue flicks out for a moment and your fingers grip the fabric of the mattress. Your pussy engulfs him in so addictingly warm, your walls clench ridiculously tight around his cock.

The room feels with his heavy breathing, nibbling on his lower lip, and for a moment, Leon was not sure he would have been able to last long enough for him. Your pussy makes him dizzy, so much that he needed to take a pause, pulling his cock out - not entirely, leaving his tip inside you.

It is addicting to watch your hole stretching around his tip, a sight that will make him even drunker than he is right now. Popping it in and out, over and over until all he can hear are wet and filthy noises - and your moans mixed with his heavy breathing, as more slick gushes - another push, his cock sinks into you deeper and so easily. Wet teasing moment didn’t last long, already drowning in the selfish urge to fuck you. And cum. Inside you, probably. His cock twitches inside you at the thought. Maybe he will.

Slowly starting to roll his hips back and forth, which becomes deep and slow thrusts briefly. Easily losing himself in your body, his hand reaches to knead your breast, as his cock hits its tip against your cervix. His hips rock into you in quick thrusts, heavily breathing and not being able to look away from your face, every little pout or more prominent lines in between your brows, weak and breathless moans as he is fucking you - and you aren’t even aware. God, the images of you waking up and begging to stop fill his mind in a suffocating manner - that’s why he didn’t even try to drug you. Risk is too much fun to deny. His cock throbs inside you, another slam of hips. A hard gulp. A pinch on your nipple before his hand creeps up to rest on your neck before it returns to your hip.

Your skin is too perfect for him, the best silk, he’d die to have you under his hands forever.

The smell of whiskey. Cheap almost, acidic, and lures you out of your sleep. There is something else, the bed doesn’t feel firm anymore. Like sleep paralysis, an oppressive weight sits heavy on your chest and with you. Just this time, you can move and open your eyes, grogginess weighed on them before seeing your dad above you.

Like a punch in your solar plexus. Hard to breathe, too weak to do something other than try to worm out pathetically.

“G-get fucking off—!”

“I am getting off, don’t worry” Leon grunts above you, almost laughing - the dimly lightened room hides a condescending smirk on his face. Your fingers dig into his biceps, your nail will leave half-moon marks on his skin - he’d jerk off by watching them in the mirror, a good reminder of your pussy.

You won’t worm out, even a light grip on your hip is enough to hold you down.

His cock is buried deep inside you, filling your pussy to the point it feels like you lack the air. His hips meet flat against your ass after every thrust.

“Are you going to be good?“ Leon presses harder, his cock hits your G-spot, and your back arches into his hips. He wants to hear you call him daddy, really-really. You never called him dad either, which isn’t bad cause he’d probably get a boner anyway.

“Call me right, for once?” his hand squeezes your cheeks briefly to watch your lips purse out. “and not by my name”

“Asshole”

“Noo, sweetheart, that’s not it.” Leon clicks with his tongue, a slap lands on your cheek and it burns. So fucking bad. “Don’t act smart while you are just dumb bitch”

Your mind gets blank as his thrusts hit the spongy spot inside you. Your nails dig into his skin harder, this time not fighting - to grip yourself harder on him. Being gentle, maybe you should, to give what he wants.

“Fuck…” You can feel every vein on his cock, dragging inside you “Da-…daddy”

God knows he was about to cum after you called him daddy. Not sure how he didn’t fill your pussy with his load, there should be some kind of reward for that. Keeping the pace quick and his balls start to tighten in no time. He can’t keep this going forever.

“Are you going to take it? Like a good girl,” He grunts, his head falls on the crook of your neck, his lips so close to the skin - you can feel how heavy his breathing is. “Make daddy proud..”

And something isn’t right. Oh fuck. Surely he used a condom, right? Fuck, no. His hips rut against you roughly slowly becoming messier, your back arches in a perfect curve into him like you are asking for this.

“You can’t cum inside” It hits you harder, but the next protest is just choked panic. “—…no, fuck, no, no”

“Forgot you to ask” Another slap and you can only pray bruises won’t appear on your skin in the morning. Eye contact returns. “Beg”

You don’t really have the choice to protest, right? You can’t see in the dark the lamp or something else to hit him. Nor do you have the mental capacity to focus on something else than his cock rutting into you in a such right, but the wrong, filthy way. Your body loves this, gushing on his cock like a dumb whore - you? You hate this, at least that’s something you tell yourself.

“Please, Leo—…”You pause, almost let it slip. Oops, quickly fix this up! No matter how much you hate the name. “…daddy, please, not inside”

Leon hums hoarsely. You can see how he enjoys this, containing in the loud groan that wants to come out. Weird to see how much he is into this daddy thing. The hand he slapped you comes lower, fingers brush at your clit before finally applying pressure on it. Quick circle motion with the pads his fingers, rubbing the sensitive nub, and your body adores this, bucking into his fingers even harder - and deepening the penetration.

You were nice enough and he’d die to see your expression as you cum on his cock.

His pace quickens and his fingers try to keep up too before they slowly retreat to grip your face - eye contact is the way. He isn’t going to lose the opportunity. Your body dips heavier into the mattress as it becomes more ruthless and messier than before. All he can hear right now is the flesh-hitting sounds mixing with wet ones too. And your shameful moans coming from your lips. Your tits bounce with every particularly hard thrust while your pussy tightens in a silent plea to fill it, not only with his cock, but cum too.

His hips stutter in their pace for the last time, before shooting a hot load of cum inside you. You can’t help but feel used, disappointed at that. Didn’t hold his silent promise, if there was any after all. He buries deep inside, the warm cum fills your pussy almost to the brim, and his mind is blank - you can see how focused he is; his lips form a thin line, his eyes don’t look at you anymore and his brows frown as his cock pumped rope after rope inside you. Yours hits hard too, crushing to the point your body is exhausted. A tingling sensation rushes to end up in your fingertips, his skin is probably scratched and your lower stomach feels full of him - his cum, weird. You hope alcohol has been killing not only his brain but also his sperm.

When he is all spent, his body presses heavier against you - laying on you, not even pulling out his slowly softened cock. Now trying to steady his breathing. There was a weird expectation Leon’d leave you alone after orgasm, but he is still here. You want to push him off of your frame, to hit him and force him to get out of here - unfortunately, exhaustion veils the anger much easier, and your limbs grow heavier. Maybe it is lack of sleep, the grogginess that returns as your high slowly fades away and his warm body on you has a similar effect to a weighted blanket.

“Your dad is a man with a hard life, be gentle.” echoes in your mind again.

To be gentle is a gift one should earn or whatever. Not everyone was born with that. You thought you lacked that too, like a black hole the same Leon created unwillingly or unawarely in your life. Maybe not only you, the excuses for his absence swirl in your mind like a plague - Leon didn’t know better, maybe he didn’t have a good father figure either, - how could he know what to do at a young age? You wouldn’t have known either. Maybe you’d ignore your child for two decades too.

Tonight, ignorance is bliss and there should be only a weak embrace. Your arms wrap around his shoulders instead of pushing him off of you - you let him to fall asleep this once as an act of kindness you have promised your mom.

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Daddy's Girl.

Step Dad! Leon Kennedy X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: Don't like? Don't read! Either way, READ THE TAGS. I'm starting to get pretty weird on this blog, so expect more stuff like this! A girl has to feed her fetishes, so feel free to tag along with me and enjoy what my sick little mind thinks up. Thanks for reading!

Tags: stepcest, step-dad/step-daughter relationship, cream pie, daddy issues, use of "baby girl" and "daddy's girl," daddy kink, oral sex (f receiving), swearing, infidelity, p in v, cream pie, unprotected sex, LARGE AGE GAP (legal), 2nd person POV

Word count: 2.1k

As far as your mother was concerned, your father was worth less than the sum of his parts. He was fleeting idea, a mere concept in both of your lives ever since you could remember. Sure, you remembered a few odd Christmases with a surplus of gifts, all tagged "from Daddy," and a few daddy-daughter dates here and there, but that wasn't enough to make up for his true absence. 

It wasn't a surprise when your mom eventually left him, scooping you up with her. Just you and her, and the rare postcard that your sperm-donor decided to ship off once a year or so. It was good enough then when it was just you two finding your way in the world, but it went downhill when your mom found a new boy toy. 

Leon.

He wasn't a bad guy, by any means. Wasn't pushy, didn't make you call him "dad" or try to impose his will onto you, but his presence made the absence of your real father that much more obvious. You tried to ignore him for the most part, letting your mom have her little relationship with him to tide her over. 

But then they got married. Leon became a more permanent fixture. That was no bueno. 

You toughened it out, being cordial with him until you finally hit that mark of independence: sweet, sweet 18! The big one-eight, your ticket to freedom! 

Everything was planned out for your big day. Mom and Leon made a cake, presents were given, and all birthday wishes granted, except for one. What you really wanted, was for your dad to show up for just this one day, just this once, to have him and not just his money. 

You could never get that lucky, though, and that thought was cemented in your head when you found yourself waiting for him outside of your house. The driveway was empty, not even your mom's car was out there, she still had to head off to work. The world couldn't pause for a birthday girl, it seemed.

Stepping back inside to the house, you slammed the door behind you, practically throwing yourself onto the leather couch in the living room. The tears started faster than you could contain them, and quite honestly, you didn't want to contain them. It was your party, damn it, and you would cry if you wanted to!

"You okay, kid? I heard the door-"

Fuck. Him.

Leon's heavy footsteps made their way down the stairs, leading to his place in front of you. "(Y/N), are you crying?"

You sucked back a breath of air, steadying yourself as much as you could before speaking. 

"No, 'm not, just-- go, just leave me alone." You let your face drop into your hands, staining your sleeves with tears.

Leon, being just the right amount of pushy, took a steps next to you a placed his hand on your shoulder. "Can we talk about it? I mean, I probably know what it is, but we could- you could say whatever you need to say." His face cringed a bit at his own words, feeling like he was already fucking this up. "No judgement."

You kept your face covered but obliged, knowing that talking about it, even with Leon, would make you feel a little better.

"My dad isn't here. He's been promising for weeks that he'd show, but he isn't here."

"Oh."

Your step-dad bit his lip trying to figure out how to make you feel better. He knew you weren't exactly fond of him, but he felt a twinge of responsibility.

"Fuck 'em," Leon finally decided on. "He's a liar and you don't need him. So, fuck 'em. Why would you want a deadbeat to bring you down on your special day?" 

"Because, he's my dad," you said, like it was the most obvious thing. He was right, of course, but the absence still hurt you.

"No dad would stand up a sweet girl like you on her birthday. You only turn 18 once. A real dad wouldn't miss a birthday this monumental for anything. What's he worth, if he can't keep to his word?"

"I guess nothing." You sat up straighter, trying to make yourself calm down. "D'ya think it's, like, my fault? Why doesn't he want to see me?"

He suddenly got really serious, making his grip on your shoulder firm.

"Not at all. You are a wonderful girl. Your mom thinks so, and so do I. You are brilliantly smart, kind, responsible, sweet, gorgeous-- you're perfect and if that scumbag can't see that, then he's beyond saving." 

He loosened his grip, letting his hand fall down to your lap, a bit close to the crotch of your jeans. You didn't look down, trying to convince yourself it was an accident, but he didn't move his hand either.

His other hand came up to your face, holding your cheek and to your own surprise, you leaned into his hand. His big, calloused, confronting hand.

Fuck him.

Something snapped in you when he leaned in for a kiss. God, it was wrong, so wrong, but you were so conflicted. Is this what a father's love really felt like? Hell if you knew, this was close enough in your book.

"Hmph-! Leon..." You pulled away from the kiss, wiping at your mouth roughly to get rid of the salvia strings connecting the both of you. "This is wrong, this isn't okay, my mom-"

"Is not here." 

He placed another kiss on your lips, this one chaste and sweet, so unlike the passionate one you shared before. 

"Just you and me. I know your dad isn't here, but I am. Let me make up for him, baby." His whispers pricked goosebumps over your body, lighting a fire deep in you. "Let daddy love you. Can I show you?"

His big hand looked nearly comical resting against the small button of your jeans, pawing desperately at them. So, so, so wrong. So fucked up, so not okay, so....

"Yes," you said breathily. "Okay, I-I want you to show me. Just be careful please, 'cause.." you trailed off a bit, feeling the pop of your pants opening. 

Leon yanked them down, tossing them away quickly. "Fuck, that's good," he said, pressing his tongue flatly on your mound through your panties. 

The fabric slowly grew a wet patch that clung to you, getting sticky. He placed a soft kiss on your clothed clit, then rested his head on your soft thigh.

"Anybody ever touch you here?" he asked, running a finger over your pussy. 

You softly shook your head, mumbling out a 'no.'

"Mm, more for daddy, yeah? Gonna make you feel so good," he said, slipping your panties to the slide. His mouth made quick work, tongue already gliding up and down on your clit. 

Your face was already twisting up in pleasure, eyebrows knitting together tightly.

"That's cute," he blew cool air over your cunt, keeping his eyes on your face. "You like it? My mouth all over you like this?"

"Mhm, please- don't stop. I wanna feel it again." 

You reached your hand out to hold his head, wanting to push it down before bringing your hand back nervously.

"That's right, push my head down if you want. 'M here to make you feel good, so you use me. Just a wet mouth for you today, sweet girl."

You nodded eagerly, running your hands through his blond hair and taking taking firm purchase of a section of it. Your hands greedily pushed his face into your cunt. The feeling of his nose rubbing against your clit while his tongue dug into your tight hole made you feel fuzzy inside.

Leon was so vulgar with his noises; he almost enjoyed it more than you were. Slurp after slurp came from his mouth, accompanied by a moan or two while he tried to get himself off by palming himself through his pants. 

The sight of him was just as good as the feeling of him. You had never been taken care of so thoroughly. Leon was opening a whole new world to you, a world where you could be selfish and take, because your daddy would provide, no questions asked.

"Lemme try somethin', yeah, baby?"

He shook your hand off and spat directly on your clit, spreading the fat glob with his fingers. Tight, fast circles were traced over your bud, back and forth. It felt like hypnosis, the way he reeled your body in closer to an orgasm. 

"Daddy, please, 'm gonna cum," you said, face flushing of all color. "Your mouth, want your mouth," you shot out quickly, already obsessed with the feeling of his hot mouth tonguing you down.

He obliged, of course. How could he turn his princess down? Leon's lips again wrapped around your clit, sucking on the bud like it gave him life. 

You came soon after. You seized and convulsed and the feeling of his eyes taking you in made the waves of pleasure crash down that much harder over your body. 

"If he knew what a sweet fucking pussy you had," Leon said, licking a final stripe over it, "he'd never wanna leave."

"Wha--?"

"I said," Leon pulled away from your pussy, lifting his head to your ear, "that even your dad would wanna be tongue deep in your sweet, tight cunt. But it's all mine, isn't it?"

The sound of his belt unbuckling made you wetter, if that was possible, but it also sent a sense of realization through you.

You had your pussy in your step dad's mouth. And you liked it. And now, you would let him fuck you. And you would love it. 

"I know you're a virgin, but fuck, baby, you're so tight." His voice was grumbly and strained while he tried to push into you. "Maybe I need to eat you up a little more," he teased.

"No, I need you inside, wanna feel it now." You let yourself go completely. Here you were, whining like a brat while Leon's fat cock stretched you. The pain with sharp, but immediately worth it. He fit inside perfectly, easily hitting your sensitive spots with a few thrusts.

He hissed, feeling you clamp down on his length. "Shh, come on, gotta get used to it baby. Don't want me to cum too quick, do you?"

"Yes, I do," you whined, desperate to know for certain that you were making him feel good too. 

Leon's laugh softly rang in your ears. "No, I wanna make it worth your time. Wish I could take you all night long," he muttered, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. 

He swallowed all of your moans, slipping his tongue into your mouth while he rocked into you. He tried to find a rhythm, but he was too lost in pleasure to be neat about it. 

He'd fuck you nice and orderly another day, but for now? He just wanted to feel you gush around him, and feel your cunt get sloppy while he took you.

Your breathless moans caught his attention. He found the angle that made you get oldest and stuck with it, lifting your hips up with his hands so he could piston into your g-spot.

"Oh my god, right there! That feels-- oh my god."

"I know, baby," he said, thumbs digging into your hipbones. "Feels good f'me too. You're so good for daddy."

Your heart, and cunt, pounded the more he spoke. You were close and you knew it, you just needed him to keep talking you through it. "I am?"

"Yes, baby, you're perfect. Daddy's perfect little princess, taking my cock so good." His cock twitched, so he clenched his jaw, refusing to cum before you did. "You know what good girls get to do?"

"Hmph?" Your face was red and hot, mouth hanging open while he continued to fuck into your spongey walls.

"They cum hard on daddy's cock. Can you do that for me? Cum all on me?" He traced his hand over your cheek, letting his thumb land on your bottom lip while he egged you on.

Your body had never reacted faster, immediately creaming on his length. Your hole milked him, each contraction gripping his length and sucking the cum right out of him. 

Leon let a shaky breath out before pulling out of you, scooping the mixture of your cum in his fingers. He rubbed it between two fingers for a moment and popped it into his mouth, groaning at the taste.

You came down from your own high and looked over at him, feeling guilt pull at your chest.

"Leon."

"Hm?"

"What about mom? She's gonna freak if she ever finds out. Did we fuck up? What's gonna--"

"Hey," he said, shushing you with his finger over your lips. "She's not gonna find out and she doesn't need to know. I might be married to her, and I get why you're stressed, but what we have is different."

He pulled his finger off of your mouth and pressed a kiss to your forehead cheekily. "You're daddy's girl. That makes you special."

[sheepispink]

His medic, Your muse

pairings: leon s kennedy x medic!reader (im pretty sure it’s gender neutral)

summary: You’re a medic at the DSO, your first ever patient being Leon. However that was three years ago and you’ve since left for a better life, but Leon’s being doing worse, struggling to survive without you. So, as anyone does, he turns up injured at your doorstep, multiple times.

WC: 4.5k

A/n: i miss him so much, i miss leon so much i want to kiss him

resident evil masterlist

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You’ve worked at the DSO for a while, though as one of the medics rather than an agent. The training was tough but you took it well, eventually getting your certification. However, you still have not treated a real patient yet, only assisting or handling miniscule problems. Today you had been told that a bunch of agents had just returned and one would be assigned to you. There wasn’t time to ask questions, even to determine his state, before he’s knocking at your little infirmary in the west wing. He had dealt with his fair share of medics in his training, and they hadn’t been particularly nice. In fact none of the others in the program were particularly friendly either; nearly everyone was tightlipped due to the fact this was supposed to be some top secret government program. When he was ushered towards the infirmary and you approached him, he was expecting a straight forward and relatively quiet checkup, or at best a few stammers seeing as you didn’t look too experienced. This was the least favourite part of his missions; newbie or not, he was sure he’d leave this only feeling more drained than before. “Kennedy, is it? Are there any really bad injuries I should be aware of?”

You do stutter a little, making his lips quirk upwards at his correct prediction. “My hand got stabbed, and I was injected with some.. virus thing, then healed. Anything else shouldnt be too bad.” He reminds himself not to get too hopeful over you— that might just be the only full sentence you say for the next three hours. “V-virus?” You squeak it out, having never heard of an agent getting a virus and then healing from said virus too. Though you were briefed about Umbrella a while back, you didnt realise they made antidotes too. Then again, they didn't want all their people to die out.

You ignore the way his lips rise again at your squeak, instead opening a new syringe and setting up some vials. “Okay, we’ll have to take some blood to test for any abnormalities. Are you scared of needles?”

He blinks at you, stares down at his rolled up sleeve, the needle in your hand and then back to you again, eyebrow raised. “What if I was?”

He wasn't, but he couldn’t fault you for asking; he’s met a lot of people in his life who’ve been afraid, even if they were special service agents or the like.

“Well there’s a different needle I can use, or I can make sure you don't know when I've done it.. or I can make sure you don't see it?” He raises a brow, and shakes his head, about to mumble something about him not being scared of needles. Though, before he can get a sound out, there’s a pinch in his arm and in seconds you have the vial filled up to the top. “Hold onto this.” He finds himself following your orders without hesitation, his hand holding down a small cotton ball you pressed against the incision whilst you grab a piece of medical tape to keep it down. “Perfect, just tell me if that carries on bleeding. Now pass me your hand and I'll rewrap the gauze there.”

He blinks, watching as you delicately take his hand, slowly unwrapping the bandages and watching him for any reaction of pain. It hurts, but it’s nothing he cant handle too badly. You’re slow and careful as you clean the wound, your thumb pressing gently into his uninjured skin in a soothing gesture each time he tenses. “There, all done.” A smile curves on your lips, satisfied by your neat bandages left on his hand. “Thanks..” He starts to sit up right, ready to leave when you speak up again, hands around a small clipboard.

”So, apart from noticeable injuries, what else have you had?” He hasn't expected you to care about anything other than open wounds, considering most nurses wouldn't but you’re watching him expectantly. “Got thrown around a lot, probably some big bruises and cuts—nothing too bad.” Your brows furrow though, and you gesture for him to show you them and so he does. For the next half hour, you carefully check over each mark and particularly large bruise, fingers gentle against his collarbone as you wipe down a cut there. ”Is this it now..?” He currently feels like a mummy from how much gauze and plasters litter his body.

”Injuries-wise, yes.” You chuckle at his impatience, looking up at him again after turning the page to a fresh one. “How are you feeling?”

”What?”

”Y’know, your mental state. Any unusual migraines, brain fog..voices?” He shakes his head slowly and you nod, scribbling down a short note. He hadn’t expected to stay here this long, nor for you to ask things like that, especially since he knew most of the DSO medics were worked to the bone. You take his short answer well, scooting your swivel chair over to the computer. “Alright… just keep applying ointment on those bruises..” You hum whilst tapping away at your keyboard, likely filling in a prescription for a proper jar of ointment for him.

This time he finally stands, grabbing his leather jacket and slipping it on. He does feel a little better— even he can't deny that fact. “You’ll have a debriefing soon right..?” He lets out a small huff in agreement, clearly not looking too happy about being forced back into the job once more and not trying to hide that in the slightest.

“Hmm.. how many hours of medical leave do you want? I can't do a whole day based on your injuries, but I can definitely get you some hours of rest.” He blinks at you—was that not technically lying? As a medic, you had the authority to request a temporary, permanent, or just even a few hours of discharge, but agents who have tried to request it were nearly always denied. After all, the DSO didn't care about their employees, only the work they got done.

”You look tired. It’d do good for your injuries.” You turn back to him, giving him a small shrug before gesturing to the empty medical beds around the small room. There was a curtain to shield each one off from the other, supposed to be used for emergencies or treatments. He thinks about it for a moment, wondering if you’re really being serious about all of this. As he stares back, all he can see is the genuine worry in your eyes and he reluctantly softens his harsh features, nodding. “Okay.. guess I can stay for a bit.”

He’s suddenly very grateful when you keep your gaze to your paperwork as he steps towards a bed in the far corner, draping his jacket on the small table and undoing the remaining gear on his person. His shirt now crumpled on the desk, he slips beneath the soft but thin covers of the bed. Never would he have ever thought he’d accept an offer like this before; when he sneaks a peek back at you, he only sees you tapping away quietly at your computer. It’s an environment he likes, quiet.. peaceful; he soon dozes off, slipping into a deep slumber.

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That was three years ago, and since then you’ve been one of the only medics he’s let tend to, and the only he’d speak with outside of the infirmary. Sometimes choosing the medic was out of his control, but the more you were assigned to him, the more he longed for that medic to always be you. He wasn’t the only one though; you were regularly praised by the agents for being one of the most attentive around. Since that day, he’s spent a lot more hours in your infirmary too, whether it was for checkups, small cuts or just a well-needed chat that’d occasionally turn into an excuse to nap. You were one of the few things keeping him sane after every mission, making sure he stayed healthy and well and prescribing him rest whenever you deemed it to be necessary— that was practically always though.

However, just when he started to consider indulging in your presence a little more, you had decided enough was enough. Despite your constant dedication, even you couldn't live through the constant stress of attending to every injured person and witnessing deaths of agents you used to see every day. And so, after saving up enough and finding a job that only required part time, you quit. You know the agents would survive without you; after all, you were just a small spark in the midst of the darkness of the company and it had been slowly snuffing out the light you had left.

For the first few months, Leon pushed past it, especially as more B.O.Ws showed up across the states. With each mission he only drained himself more and more, forced to walk past the empty infirmary with a longing tear in his heart. He couldn't help it; you cared about him more than he would even care about himself, and he cared for you more than his mind could comprehend. So he continued to deny himself, forcing himself through mission after mission until he was riding back on his motorcycle—the pain brutal as he drove through the empty streets. What good was there in calling for help? He’d only be shoved into more work by morning, another hangover, another splitting headache and another wish of everything ending altogether. A cycle he desperately had not wanted to repeat again.

”Uh.. um.. are you free?” He leans against a payphone, knowing it’s two am and feeling so, so bad for the tired yawn that echoed when you had eventually picked up. “What’s wrong Leon..? You don’t sound too good..” He couldn't speak; forced into silence just by your gentle voice speaking out his name. There was no more of that Kennedy nonsense, just him, Leon. “Can I come over..?”

Ten minutes later you opened the door to his weary face, an exhaustion that rung his hair flat and sunk his gaze to the floor. “Oh my—“ You gasp, noticing the stains of red on his shirt and grabbing his wrist without a second thought. Quickly, you have him settled on your couch, his shirt discarded as you tend to a gash near his side, fixing him as you always have. When you’re sure he’s fine, you give him a worried glance before grabbing him a thick duvet, water and painkillers. He sleeps soundly on your couch that night, no nightmares to lurk in the depths of his mind and nothing leaking out the ever present hole that once painted his heart.

After that day, it grew increasingly harder to avoid the urge. How would anyone deny something so perfect when they’ve already been delivered a taste? It was only a ‘once-in-a-few-months’ type of thing. You let him in, even if you haven't heard from him in six weeks and he’s practically bleeding out on your doorstep. That was also the problem— the issue of inconveniencing you. He always dropped in at the worst times, usually when you were all sleepy as you wiped down his gashes with the best concentration you can. What if you were only dealing with him for the sake of it? He couldn't deny the possibility of this being true— the fact of him taking advantage of your kindness. It tore him apart more than the ache that begged for you, pulling him in two directions with no middle ground to save him.

Until a mission comes around, a bad one— a really bad one. The B.O.W lays in the rubble, a sickly acid oozing from its weakened form and it’s clear these are its last breaths now. There’s a plank of metal through its chest, its eyes destroyed by grenades Leon’s hands had dealt. However, instead of relief, he only reciprocated the distress of the bioweapon. A particularly nasty wound had his head dizzy, barely stumbling his way to your porch and knocking weakly at your door. He can barely open his mouth to speak, his eyes weak as you gasp, stilling for a split second before immediately hoisting his arm over your shoulder and ushering him inside. Blood dripped on the hardwood floor as you led him through, this time not to your couch but to your bedroom. It would be easier this way, especially since it was so close to his abdomen and having him laying flat would be great. “I-it’s not that bad..” He can't help but feel bad when you rush around the room like this, grabbing all your first aid things as quickly as possible. Usually he’d come for a patch up— not to save him before he fainted from blood loss.

“It is!“ You squeak out, back at his side and gently pushing his chest down to lay properly on the bed. It’s a matter of seconds before you have his shirt cut open, working quickly to clean the bloody skin before slipping the thread through the needle. He winces painfully as it pokes his skin, his eyebrows scrunching all the while your breaths are hitched nervously.

“Y-you’re gonna kill me..” He complains, with a groan, hoping to lighten the mood even with the current situation— it’s not like he hasn’t tried to rile you up before. It’s his love language, he can't help his nature. Even so, he’s seen you handle worse before, even having wrapped an emergency tourniquet when you got caught up in an ambush. But this, seeing him tremble, scared you— enough for your hands to tremble as you wrap a firm bandage over him. You let out a long breath, eventually rolling your eyes at his remark. “Would you prefer to bleed out all over my favourite duvet?” He lets out a little chuckle as he pushes himself up with wheezed breaths to lean against the pillows you fluffed for him. “I think I already did that part.”

The air is quiet as you clean up his blood, your rag turning a murky red. He watches you from the bed, eyes a little more awake now that the pain has eased a bit. It’s warm, on your bed, your thick duvet draped comfortably over his battered body as you stiffly place his clothes into the washing machine along with yours that had gotten drenched in his crimson. “I wish i could help you.. it doesnt feel right forcing you to clean up after me like this.” He has to cough to clear his throat, voice a little rusty. You blink up at him though, shaking your head gently as you approach the bed with water. “Only you would complain about someone taking care of you when you need it.” It’s accompanied with a half hearted smile, your eyes holding relief for his safe state.

“Hey—I’m trying to be nice. If I could, I would help you.” He mumbles out, clearly noticing the way your hand lingered as you place the water bottle on the table beside where he lays, pulling away after a few moments. “I know Leon, i know.”

He watches you finally clear up everything, before settling at the foot of the bed with your little sketchpad again. He noticed you with it in the rare moments you had free time at the DSO, always focused on it as you scribbled down little things. Once you let him sneak a peek and it was usually landscapes you’d seen when you were on field, or ones that agents described. It was a hobby that started to die out until you quit, choosing to let that be your salvation than to be another happy thing to bury for the sake of work.

“You should get some sleep, you look tired..” You’ve been doing this every time he comes around now, always sitting somewhat near him with that black book in your hands. “Cant, i’m sketchin.” You hum out, shuffling around on the bed to face him as you continue. He raises a brow at that, confused but his hands move back to adjust the pillows behind him.

“You can sketch in the morning you know.”

“Then my subject will move, and it wont look the same.”

Now he’s fully staring at you, the implications of your words not lost on him and he almost shoots to sit up straight if not for the fact of the pain running through his body. “You’ve been drawing me.. every time i come round?”

“Yeah, gotta take note of all your injuries for later.”

He gives you a look, as if calling you out on your lame excuse right then and there. “So you cant just i dont know, write it down? Take a photo?”

This time you roll your eyes up at him and come to sit a little nearer on the bed rather than near his feet. “Well then i couldn’t do this, could i?”

You turn the page around, showing him the sketched version of him who now wears an exaggerated frown as he stares out. You’ve got a knack for drawing him, the way his hair falls slightly over his eyes and even the bridge if his nose— it’s impressive. “I do not frown like that.” You let out a laugh, giggling at his reaction as you turn the sketchbook around again and carry on, all the while his mind is still stuck on the fact that you’ve been drawing him over and over.

“Guess i’m a pretty good reference then, if you’re always drawing me?” He tilts his head towards you and you snicker again, waving him off. “Dont get cocky, you’re alright.”

“Cocky? I bet i’m the only thing you draw. C’mon, rate me out of ten, theres no way i get lower than 9.”

He watches you shuffle closer to him, leaving your sketchbook to the side as you sit right by him on the bed. You begin to narrow your eyes at him, scrutinising his appearance and he’s half tempted to cower beneath your judgement. “You get.. 1 point for your hair, it’s a nice colour, but it is a little messy.” He immediately frowns at you and sits up just a little straighter than before. “I’m an agent, not a model. And I just got a drop kicked by a bioweapon. Cut me some slack.” He huffs out but you only shrug again, eyes moving towards his face instead as you cross your legs. “Hey, you asked for a rating. It’s super duper important in art you know?”

”That’s a load of crap and you know it.”

“Well, you get another point for your eyes; They’re a nice shade of blue. Also another for your nose, it curves nicely.” He raises a brow, wondering how he’s racking up so many points so quickly and he cocks his head. “You flatter me, i’ll be at ten by the time you get to my hands.” He winks cheekily, a proud grin stretching his lips wide. “Not so fast, i never said it was out of ten— 25 is the limit.”

You continue your little game, Leon scoffing as you don’t give him any points for his ‘very strong biceps’ as he says; you can only shrug, just wanting to rile him up till he pouts again. He lets you rate his body though, smirking in a cocky way as you even go as far to compliment his hands but even more so at his muscled torso— he knows you cant resist. “So how many points are we at?” He hums, enjoying the way you’ve slowly gravitated closer to him as you ramble and mumble about his features, something that's probably considered nerdy but plenty cute to watch. “I think having strong calves leaves you at… 22. That’s pretty good.”

Your lips pull wide, grinning at him and expecting him to be just as happy but instead he only gives you a short huff, crossing his arms over his chest. “Only 22? I’m not taking anything less than 24, there must be some redeeming qualities.” You roll your eyes up at him, though keeping a good eye on his torso incase of any tear of the stitches.

“Okay fine, you can get one for your biceps. Happy?”

“Nope.”

You groan, sit up straight and ogle him, eyeing him like you’re the hawk and he’s the prey, squirming beneath you uncomfortably. “Fine. You get one more.”

“Oh? I knew it.”

“You have a very huggable waist.” You giggle, snickering as you playfully plant your hands on his hips, watching something flicker through his eyes before they grow just as mischievous. “Oh? Wanna test that out?” It was a joke, or maybe it wasn't, but you didn't mind and he sure as hell didn't either. It’s stupid, and messy, the way he pulls you in for a hug and your arms are as tight as they can be around him, cheek squished against his chest.

“I was right.”

That laugh of yours is enough to make him crumble, make him want to spill every thought inside his head. The nights he wishes he was enough of a man for you, the nights he wishes he had the courage to be the one to comfort you when you quit your job, or even the day he heard someone else soothe you when you cried over another patient.

He snaps out of his thoughts, and returns the hug, his fingers lightly tickling your sides to make you squirm and scramble back, giggling all the way. “Sooo, that’s gotta be like 25 now right?”

“Nope still 24.” He groans again, and if he’s being honest he is exhausted right now, but he’d let himself bleed out tonight if it meant seeing you laugh like that again. He’s sick of sitting back and waiting for this, waiting for you to see through him, waiting for every time he’s injured to look for excuses. “How can i get the last point?” Blue eyes lock onto your face, the wrinkle of your nose and the furrow of your brows as you think, tapping your chin playfully. He knows you’re tired too, the weight in your eyes is visible but not as bad as the lack of spark in your last month at the DSO. “You have to earn it.”

Is this his chance? He could tell you all his redeeming qualities. Like how he could hold you with one hand, how his skills were unmatched to others, the feats he’s achieved. Or he could explain his care for you: how he’d protect you from any horror that came your way, how he’d kill anything that came near to harming you, how he’d quell any worry that neared your head– that he’d die for you.

You’re still sitting before him, looking at him with curious eyes as he leans forward, crossing the small distance left between the two of you. His hand reaches up, swallowing the curve of your warm cheeks as he stares at you, properly. Your noses would brush if he went any closer, he could just kiss you right now and he’d have you in the palm of his hand– even more so than he does right now. He wants you, and he wants you to want him.

“I love you,” The words slip out, intentional yet reckless all the same, a promise made that he’s not sure he can keep but he knows he’ll rather die trying than to never feel it. “And.. i’ll do anything you ask of me to prove it to you.”

It’s like slow motion the way your pupils dilate, swirling with an emotion he’s never witnessed in you before and he takes it as a good sign, his thumb gently brushing the skin below your lips. He looks at you, a silent question in his eyes, waiting for a sign of rejection, acceptance or even hesitation. You nod quietly, your hands are awkward, not knowing where to place themselves and it makes him chuckle, loving the way you falter when it comes to him. He leans in, lips pressing against your nose first just to watch the way you blink, a wide grin widening on your face in surprise before he leans in properly, hand tightening around your cheek.

“Do I get the last point now?” He asks, still enamoured by how you’re breathless, more so in shock of his confession than the short lived kiss, though that was captivating all the same. Your hand copies his motion, cupping his cheek as you lean in more fervently, capturing his lips in yours. When you finally break away you’re gasping for air, arms slung around his neck as you stare at his eyes, a pretty shade of blue. “Yeah, you’re a 25 out of 25, Leon. I wouldn't expect anything less from you.”

The reciprocation of the kiss is enough for his heart to go crazy in your palms; his cheeks lift as he grins wider and pulls you in for a proper hug, a soft kiss to your forehead for good measure. “Does this mean i cani come by without the injuries now? Just for the sake of it?”

“You always could, Leon.” You hug him back just as tight, giggling as he squirms at your eyelashes flittering against his neck. Eventually you settle him to lay down properly, with you curled around his being. His arm is weakly around your shoulders, head sunk into the pillows as he lets out a long sigh. You can only listen to the quiet thump of a content heart, your hand tracing shapes on his chest as you tenderly watch his wound, worrying about it tearing.

“Sorry for scaring you.” He murmurs quietly and you can only shake your head tiredly, craning your head up to meet his eyes again. “You’re stuck here for the next three days. Doctors orders.”

He chuckles at that, even more so as your hand reaches upwards, rubbing his jaw gently before scratching at his scalp. He returns the action, rubbing your shoulder gently as your face presses against his muscles. “Alright, alright. I can't deny that now can i?”

Bonus:

It’s his third day here, but also a Friday too. He’s still not fully healed of course, the wound still a little worrying but nothing your heart cant handle. Especially when he’s carefully looked after in your hands—- literally. The morning sun peeks through the gaps in the curtains, making you rise although not fully, still half awake as you glance over. He’s got an arm behind his head, lips parted as he drools a little, and he looks so, so relaxed. The strain of his muscles have slackened, his face looking softer, younger even, as he breathes gently. Most of all, his hand is loose around your back, fingers poking into your waist.

You cant resist, leaning upwards to his sleepy face and pressing a gentle kiss to the curve of his cheek. It’s the first time he’s ever been caught off guard, his brows twitching in confusion and he lets out another small huff, head turning in your direction as if to seek you out. It’s adorable really, and you mourn all the years you two havent been together, havent experienced this before. It’s okay, because you have the rest of eternity for the two of you— doctors orders.

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Valentine's Day! I love your work! fma? Something with havoc? Or something with Leon from Merlin?

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

They spend a lot of time talking with Ed, but not that much time talking about him, comparatively. It's like the bar is it's own private space, somehow separated from the real world and all its accompanying complications. It's like Ed's pulled a piece of Resembool into Central through the force of is presence alone.

Which means Havoc's not expecting it when they're all at the office working late, except for Roy for reasons the rest of them are trying not to worry too much over, and Maes leans against his desk and says, "So. Edward."

His head pops up, looking around, but it's just the rest of their office who's also staring at Maes.

Maes rolls his eyes. "We're not bugged right now. It's fine."

The right now should really concern him more than it does. "Okay. What about him?"

"You're the one that knew him first, right?" he asks.

He nods warily.

"Did you know about his brother?"

Havoc stares. Like anyone could know Ed without knowing Al. The two of them had been joined at the hip as kids. They still were, really, since Ed is willing to tolerate city life so Al can teach at the university. "Alphonse? Yeah. What about him?"

"Did you know that he's an alchemist?" Maes asks.

There's a beat of disbelieving silence and then Havoc's laughing in his face.

He can't help it. Maes is dumbfounded and everyone else is looking at him like he's crazy, but it's ridiculous. Does he know that Al is an alchemist? Does he know that Alphonse Elric is an alchemist?

"Jean," Riza snaps finally and he waves at them, wiping the tears from his eyes and forcing himself back under control.

"Hughes, man, come on," he says. "Are you messing with me? Yeah, of course, they've been doing alchemy since they were knee height. They redirected the town river before I'd left. On request, but still."

"They?" Breda repeats. "Are you saying Ed's an alchemist too?"

They can't be serious. Has it never really come up? He casts his mind back, but Ed doesn't do alchemy at the bar. Well, not that he's noticed anyway, and Ed's good enough that he wouldn't notice if Ed didn't want him too. "Ed's the scariest alchemist I know."

Sure, both of the Elrics could bend bedrock to their will and transmute seemingly anything out of thin air, but Al at least had the restraint to ask if that's something he should do before acting. Ed rarely bothered.

Roy had been a weapon during the war, like all the other state alchemists. But they should all count their lucky stars that the Elric brothers had been too young to be drafted.