blythedolly

[blythedolly]

another day another leon 🫶

[blythedolly]

6 days later

—♡ synopsis: when leon tries to confess his feelings, his lack of self control takes over once again.

—♡ warnings: pervy leon (he’s kinda gross but in a hot way), innocent girly reader, possessiveness, teasing, loss of virginity, fingering, handjob, oral sex (reader receiving), biting, choking, aftercare, confession of feelings, fluff, best friends to lovers. not for minors. read part one here!

it had been 6 intensely slow days since leon had painted a very confusing picture between your legs with his tongue, and you had absolutely no intention of bringing it up. you were unsure if it was shyness, or fear of ruining the sweet friendship you shared with him. you decided if anyone was going to bring this up first, it would be leon. he was the one who initiated it, so it's only fair. 

you had seen him almost every day since, your usual friendly (nearly too friendly to be considered platonic in any form) ways of showing affection to each other were established. as always. leon’s large hands drawing pictures on your sweet thighs as you sat between his legs. back resting against his hard chest. his other hand busy playing with the pretty pink bows in your hair. the differences in styles was one of leon’s favorite things. you were always wearing the most girly attire, tonight was a pretty pink tank and those pj shorts that are very familiar to him, meanwhile, he was wearing a black tank and grey sweats. 

obviously, you couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened, and it was making you mad that he hadn’t brought it up. but tonight was movie night and you were staying over. in which you always talked each other’s ears off. surely he was going to bring it up, right? 

blush crept up on your cheeks at the thought of the event, and your cotton panties grew wet as you recollected how his tongue felt as it separated your folds in the most erotic and obscene way. the effect he had over you has always been quite ridiculous, but now it has just gotten worse. so much worse. 

you used your smart brain, which he always complimented and praised and thought of the sweet memory as your fingers desperately swirled around your clit. every single night since. you wondered if he touched himself at the thought too, you hoped he did. 

god, you hoped that he did. 

you looked back at him carefully as your head rested against his muscular shoulder, his eyes focused on the screen whilst the movie played, his hand still resting on your bare thigh. 

why isn't he saying anything? was I just a one-time fling? 

his eyes were heavy, he was getting tired. you sighed and looked away from him, but felt your tummy flip once you realized how loud it sounded when it escaped your mouth. 

he noticed immediately and his eyes traveled down to you. 

“are you gonna tell me what's wrong, doll?” he asks, as if he didn’t already know what you were thinking. 

“no,” you muttered, staring blankly at the screen. he repositions himself, and you. moving you from between his legs so you were facing each other. you huff, crossing your legs as he rests his head against his headboard. 

“tell me. now.”

“leon n-”

“it wasn't a question, tell me what’s on your mind,” leon moves his hand back onto your thigh. fuck, why is he doing this?

“why are you doing this to me, leon?” you ask, your tone as serious as it could possibly sound. leon tried to fight off a smile, it just sounded so cute to him. but he knew it irritated you when people didn’t take you seriously. 

“doing what?” he asks, you roll your eyes.

“you had your mouth between my legs not even a week ago and now you’re acting as if nothing even happened? I thought you liked me but obviously I was just a stupid fling of yours or something,” you blurted out, tears brewing in your eyes. he could hear the pain in your sweet voice, and it made him frown. you moved quickly to stand up, but his hand wrapped around your arm. pulling you back to him. 

“that's not what that was at all, oh my god. I do like you, so much more than a friend,” he says, wiping away a tear that fell from your eye. “I was just.. ashamed that I didn't tell you, and I just acted out my feelings by not being able to control my impulses. I was horny, and I couldn't control myself around you anymore.” you blinked many times as he spoke, listening to his words closely. 

“i get horny too, leon. really horny. i’m not some prude. you don’t have to treat me like i don’t know anything about sex just because you’re more experienced than i am,” you tell him, finally gaining the courage to meet his eyes. “I wear this kind of stuff around you for a reason,” you add, barely above a whisper. 

leon’s demeanor abruptly changes due to your confession, his grip on your arm growing tighter. “say that again,” he demands. you gulp nervously.

“i.. I wear that stuff around you on purpose... I wanted you to see my... my pussy when i bent over,” you say shyly, he groans. feeling himself twitch in his boxers.

you were disgusting, just like him. and he fucking loved it. 

he pulls you onto his lap roughly, plushy thighs straddling his waist. you gasp, enjoying the way his roughness hurt your skin. your cushiony cheeks blushing as you met his eyes once again. his hand creeps towards your inner thighs, watching your facial expressions closely. your lips were slightly agape, eyebrows furrowed and your eyes were heavy. convinced he could cum alone just by the effect he has over you. over your sweet body. 

“i bet you've thought about my tongue a lot. huh, sweet girl?” you nod your head, distracted by the way his fingers circled the skin of your inner thighs. so close to your beating little button. 

“i’ve thought about it too,” he leans forward, his lips not even a centimeter from your own. “think about my mouth on that pretty little cunt all the fucking time,” you whined, hips instinctively bucking forward to seek friction. unable to hold himself off any longer, his hand finally made contact. gripping your plushy pussy over your shorts. 

“same ones you wore when I buried my face in here, huh? how cute..” you moaned, nodding your head. “y-yeah, knew you liked them so...”

“I do like them, but I also want to rip them the fuck off,” he says, his tone sounding aggressive, yet so sexy and desperate. it was only making your cunt throb. “and your panties. think you can do that for me, baby?” you whine softly at the pet name. 

you move off his lap for a moment, slipping your pj shorts and soft panties down your legs before straddling him once more. placing both of your hands on his strong shoulders. he bit his lip at your eagerness, and his perviness was making you so fucking wet. 

“you’re dripping, disgusting little thing you are,” he smirks, sliding his fingers through your puffy lips. you gasped, his pupils dilating at the sight of his fingers between your legs “getting a wet pussy over my gross words and lack of self control..”

“mhm,” you mutter, eyes fluttering closed as his fingers touch every crevice between your sensitive folds. 

“what am I going to do with you? hmmmm...” he knows exactly what he's going to do with you. he just had fun taunting you. his desperate, dumb, sweet angel.

“n-need you to touch me again... please,” your hands squeeze the material of his tank, naked hips humping his hand as it explores your cunt. “do you wanna.. do you wanna fuck me, leon?” you ask, your sweet voice making him melt. 

“of course I do, baby,” he smiles, finally pressing his lips to yours. he immediately pushed his tongue inside of your mouth. the kiss was messy and borderline disgusting, but you loved it. every time you whined into his mouth, he added more pressure with his fingers between your legs. then suddenly, two of his thick fingers pushed inside of your dripping hole. you screamed into his mouth at the intrusion, the stretch of his fingers bringing tears to your eyes. his self control had clearly been thrown out the window once again, but you didn't care. because it felt so good. 

“such a good girl,” he praises, causing your walls to clench tightly around his fingers. he uses his free hand to grab ahold of your own, lowering it between leon’s legs. “gonna make you cum so many times tonight. think you can make me cum too, yeah?” he says against your lips, you nod your head. 

“atta girl,” he smiles, moving your hand into his sweats. “just do exactly what you think you should, think you can be a good girl and do that for me, baby?” you blush, nodding your head even more eagerly than the first. you do as he says. slipping your fingers into his sweats and boxers, wrapping your fingers around his rock hard cock. he groaned, bucking his hips into your hand. “fuck, good fucking girl.”

you were a little unsure of what you were doing, but leon's reactions and words reassured you that you were doing good. his own fingers became relentless inside of you in return, your soft moans filling his room every time he hit a sensitive spot inside you. you moved your soft hand up and down his shaft continuously, your thumb swiping the bead of precum off his tip which made his eyes roll back. “just like that, mhm,” he moaned, moving his head back so he could watch your face contort. he knew you were close, you were breathless, humping his hand like a bunny in heat. 

“gonna cum all over my fingers, pretty baby? is that why your face is all scrunched up?” he asks, and you nod. he speeds up his fingers, and you fall apart with no warning. you scream as your body convulses on his lap, your glistening cum painting his hand and wrist. the way you were shaking caused his own orgasm, muttering profanities as he came inside of his boxers, his cum leaking onto your fingers. he slowed his fingers inside of you as he grabbed your hand, moving it up to your mouth. you lick his semen off of your fingers with delight, looking into his eyes. you could've sworn his eyes went dark at the sight, like there was a demon inside of him trying to escape. 

you giggle as he watches, making a little show out of it.

“dirty little thing, fuck,” he smiles, finally removing his fingers from your warm pussy. he licks your wetness off, groaning at your sweet taste. before you could finish coming down from your intense high, he threw you down on the bed. pinning you down with his large body. just about tearing off your tank top, leaving you completely bare beneath him. 

“god, look at you,” he mutters, looking down at your body. “could do anything to you and you'd just fucking take it.” you whine as he lowers his head, tracing his nose along your jawline and neck. he inhales deeply. he's making you feel like prey. he’s the hungry wolf, and you're the poor animal he's about to feast on. you almost feel ashamed that your cunt is pulsing by his actions. you love it so much. 

he moves his way down your body, biting at your breast before taking your nipple into his mouth. he sucks hard, making your back arch off his mattress. your whines only making him more devious. he moves his attention to the other one momentarily before biting and licking his way down your torso. leaving as many marks as he possibly could. 

“gonna fucking destroy you, sweetheart. make you mine forever,” he smirks against the skin on your tummy, before biting reasonably hard. you gasp, the action causing you to spread your legs wide for him. he settles between them, gripping your thighs hard enough to leave bruises. he sucks dark marks onto your soft thighs, biting them until he could taste your sweet crimson blood on his tongue. he wasn't ashamed at being disgusting with you anymore, what was the point in holding back when you were just as disgusting as him?

he licks over the teeth shaped wounds, collecting every drop of your blood. you found yourself wanting to beg, beg for his tongue on your pussy, but you were enjoying it all too much. you never wanted it to end. 

“don't even need to do this, since you're so fuckin wet,” he says, sliding his tongue painfully slow against your dripping wet hole. “but this is for me.” he groans, before latching his mouth onto your entire pussy. 

you moan loudly, back arching off the bed. your hand flies down to his hair, pulling the golden strands harshly. he groans into your cunt, his lips sucking on your clit as if he was put on earth solely to please you. “l-leon, oh god...” you whine, leon groans into your pulsing cunt. shaking his head from side to side. he was relentless. 

the coil in your tummy was already on the verge of snapping, leon could tell by the way you were clenching around his tongue. he raised his hands to pinch both of your nipples, desperate to have you falling apart all over his mouth and tongue once again. 

you gripped his hair tight and bucked your tired hips into his face as you came, gushing into his mouth and all over his tongue. your screams filled the room, and the way you convulsed on his face just made him wanna stay like this forever. 

he finally moves his head, and you whine as he gets up. towerring over your exhausted frame. “relax, baby.” he smirks, pulling down his sweats and boxer shorts. 

your eyes travelled down his body, breath hitching as he revealed his cock to you. you gulped, it was very big. at least 7 inches, veiny and perfectly curved. you bit your lip, legs still wide open at his despair. 

“i’m gonna fuck that pretty pussy for real now, okay?” you whimper, nodding your head. making sure your thighs were spread open as far as they could go. he moves between your thighs, hovering over you, feeling his warm cock hitting your inner thighs. he captures your lips in a messy kiss, letting you taste yourself as he slid his cock up and down your dripping core until it was covered in your cum. 

he wastes no time, lining it up with your entrance and sliding it in slowly. it gave everything in his not to thrust it all in at once, but this was your first time. he may not have had self control, but he'd never want to scare or hurt you. he went in inch by inch, paying close attention to your gasps and facial expressions. since you were so prepared, needy and wet, he bottomed out in no time. 

once he was fully inside you, you couldn’t stop yourself from clenching around him so tightly. it felt so good being so full. full of him. the sting almost had you drooling. his eyes rolled back as he appreciated your tightness, stretching your delectable pussy open for the very first time. he felt so privileged.  

“feel too good… fuck. are you ready for me, baby?” he asks through an abundance of groans, and you nod your head. with that, he began fucking you. he started out with slow thrusts, moaning into your mouth as your tight walls sucked him in impossibly deep. he was able to control himself, but as soon as the words, “please, more leon,” fell from your pleading lips, it was over. 

he began drilling into you, hard and fast. you screamed for his repeatedly and your nails clawed down his arms. he was groaning loud as he abused your hole, he couldn't help but watch your pussy as he slid his cock in and out. god, it was sinful. he could've started drooling when he saw the ring of cream your cunt had left at the base of his cock. 

your hands moved to his back, scratching pretty marks into his skin as he kept up his relentless pace. 

“god... look at you, taking me like you were fucking made for me,” he says breathlessly, eyes still locked onto the sight of your cunt sucking him in. you tried to respond, but the pleasure was too intense, all you could do was pathetically whine. “you were made for me. all this time... I’ve known it. you’re fucking mine,” you moaned at his words, feeling the familiar tingles in your stomach once again. 

“yours... all yours... always,” you whine, and before you could think anymore, you were cumming around his relentless cock. your back arched and your torso pressed against yours as leon’s ears were met with the most sinful scream he'sever heard. you were convulsing and drooling. he came at the same time. how could he not? groaning loud as his hot load flooded into you. he couldn't stop staring at you as you came for him. he slowed his thrusts once you had finished, wrapping his arms around you once he had eventually stopped. his cock still buried inside of you. 

“oh my god, baby,” he laughs, pressing a soft kiss to your jawline. you smile, wrapping your arms around his neck. he held you close, feeling you shake in his arms. he was so proud of himself. 

“lost control again.... hm?” you mutter out with a smile. he laughs, nodding his head. 

“maybe a little bit,” he replies, a gentle blush creeping up on his cheeks. 

“mhmmm, me too,” you add, looking up at his. he leans down kissing your lips. this one being soft and delicate, not like the others. you smiled, brushing a loose strand of his hair behind his ear. before either of you could say anything else, he pulled out slowly. he kisses your head gently before moving off of you. you whine as his presence moves further away from you. he heads into the bathroom, grabbing a warm wet towel for you. he comes back and cleans you up, so gently and carefully. he grabs one of his clean shirts and you sit up as he pulls it onto your body. he smiles to himself, so different to the clothes you’re usually wearing. he moves his attention to your soft hair, fixing the loose strands. you blushed. smiling down at your lap. 

once he was done, he sits back on the bed and pulls you onto his lap. “gonna take you out to dinner tomorrow night,” he blurts out, and you smile.

“oh really?” you ask, playing with the hem of the shirt you now wore. 

“mhm, i need to do this right. without the temptation of a bed nearby,” he jokes, and you giggle. 

“sounds good,” you say shyly, which he notices. 

“oh come on, how could you still be shy after all of that? my cock was just inside of you for fuck sake,” he chuckles, his words making you hide your face in your hands. 

“leonnnn, stop,” you whine, laughing nervously. he grabs your hands and moves them away, kissing them both. 

“it’s okay, baby. don't you hide from me,” he says, fiddling with your fingers as he spoke. you nod your head softly, you look at his, his heart skipping a beat as he stares at your beautiful features. 

“i’ve fallen so hard for you, i hope you know that,” he adds, hearing the nervousness in his tone. you smiled, finally hearing the words you wanted to hear. your best friend liked you back, as more than just a best friend. holding in your excitement was almost impossible, but you did it. 

“i’m yours, leon. in every way,” you say as your eyes meet his. “i’ve always been yours,” you cup his cheeks in your hand, kissing his lips softly

he felt so lucky. you were his girl. his sweet, precious girl. always.

[blythedolly]

you have me, yeah?

—♡ leon has successfully been able to restrain his desires for you until you bent over in front of him, revealing a part of you that he deeply craved.

—♡ warnings: pervy best friend leon, reader is kinda bimbo coded, feminine reader, dom!leon, manhandling, teasing, oral sex (reader recieving), mentions of rough sex.

“why don’t you like my teddy bears?” you asked, arms crossed with a pout as you stare at your best friend. he stares back at you, his muscled body resting against your white bed frame.

“i don’t hate them i just don’t see why you care about them so much. they’re not rea-”

“leon!” you cut him off, a look of genuine terror on your face. which makes him chuckle.

you were too cute for words. your sweet personality making his heart gush. as it always does. 

you captured his heart so effortlessly. you were pure, so delicate. in every possible way. he couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander to the dark side. he felt so disgusting and tried so hard to keep them in check. but oh god, it was so fucking hard. especially when you were prancing around your bedroom in tiny sleep shorts, smooth thigh highs that hugged your soft legs in the most intoxicating way, white tank tops which were borderline see-through. showing the outline of your perky breasts and nipples. and here you were now, you kneeled next to him on the bed. dressed in exactly that. he felt like a fucking animal, wanting to destroy every ounce of purity that radiated from you. 

he wasn’t stupid, he knew you liked him more than just a friend. always finding himself enamored by the way your cheeks tinted pink every time he touched you, or called you pretty, or rested his large hand on your soft squishy thighs. just above where your cute little thigh highs sit. he couldn’t possibly help but think how pretty your pussy would be.

fuck leon, quit it. take your time with her. he’d think to himself.

he can’t quite recall when his forbidden feelings had exceeded a platonic level, all he knew is that he wanted you. needed you. the days would go by where he didn’t make a move and felt himself growing more and more sadistic towards you.

“well, you don't need to cuddle this little thing tonight. you have me, yeah?” he says, carelessly throwing your cute little plushie on the floor. an overly dramatic gasp escaping your mouth.

“leon, that's not funny. you're so mean. you have to be gentle with them,” you say softly as you move down the mattress to retrieve the beloved little bunny, bending your body off the edge of the bed. as the front half of your body disappeared, leon looked. wanting to get a glimpse of as much as he could without you noticing his devious gaze. but what he wasn’t expecting to see was your bare cunt on full display before his eyes. his breath hitched as his thoughts ran wild.

do you always forget to wear underwear when he's around? why hasn't he noticed this before? is this an invitation?

he couldn’t help but stare. you looked so so soft. eyes locked onto your entrance. swearing he could see it glisten. he gulps, saliva filling his hungry mouth at the thought of fucking you open with his tongue. 

“fuck…” he mutters a little too loudly, causing you to turn around. still bent over to retrieve your plushie.

“what’s wrong, lee?” you ask, your pretty doe eyes looking into his with wonder. “are you feeling ok?”

god, you really had no fucking idea what you were doing. 

“you… you’re a little fuckin’ tease aren’t you?” he hisses, grabbing your hips as if you were a rag doll and forcing you to lay down on your bed. hair splaying across your silky pillows. he was hovering over you now, you felt like you were drowning under his large frame.

“w-what are you talkin about, leon? i-” you attempt.

“‘i-… i-… what are you talking about, leon?’” he mocks, a sadistic smirk on his face. “you’re not fooling me, doll,” he moves his large hand down to your cunt, resting it over your thin sleep shorts. gasping as the warmth of his skin laid against your most precious area. “did you forget to wear your panties today like a silly little dits?”

“n-no, just wanted to be comfy. didn’t do it on purpose,” you look into his eyes as you plead, precious little pout on your lips.

oh god, he was going to fucking ruin you. 

“is that right?” he asks, biting his lip. you nod your head. he doesn’t say anything as he moves down your body, forcing your thighs open as he settles between them. his toned stomach resting against your frilly duvet. he then pulls your bottoms to the side, revealing your glistening pussy to him properly. “then why is your needy little cunt dripping for me?”

“i.. leon i just-” you spoke, being cut off by your own gasp as he pulls down your shorts and throws them carelessly to the side. you blush, nobody had ever seen you like this before. your legs instinctively begin to close, but he effortlessly pulls them open again.

“wanted to see this precious little pussy of yours for years, don’t even think about hiding it from me now,” you whimper at his words. recalling the countless nights you spent alone, whining his name into your pillows to the thought of his rough fingers touching you there. and now, it was finally happening.

your head was spinning.

you weren’t naive, you knew about sex. what your sexual preferences were and what you desired, but you’d never actually done anything before. he knew that, he’s your best friend.

of course he knew.

he leans in, pressing his nose to your clit and inhaling your essence deeply. taking in your scent. it was feral, but your pussy clenched around nothing at his action. he hums, saliva filling his mouth as he prepares to taste you for the first time.

he could no longer resist and licked a rough stripe from your hole to your needy clit, the unfamiliar feeling causing a small gasp to escape your lungs. but oh god, did it feel good.

“leon…” you whine as he kisses your clit softly, and then again, and then again. legs trembling pathetically with each kiss. the sound of you whimpering his name sent him into a feral state, his tongue messily tracing along each crevice of your cunt. his pretty nose poking your clit in the most heavenly way.

“oh… oh, leon,” you whimper out, your trembling back arching off the bed. he finally locks his slick soaked lips around your needy bud, aggressively sucking on the delicate bundle of nerves. he rests one of his large hands on your tummy, semi exposed as your little top rode up when he threw you down on the bed.

“taste so pretty and sweet, knew you would,” he speaks against you, thighs trembling softly around his face and head. he contemplated using his fingers, but concluded quickly that it was unexplored territory for you. he didn’t want to overwhelm you too much, so he decided that simply eating your pussy would suffice. for now.

his attention stayed on your puffy clit, sucking and nipping the bundle. anything to hear those desperate whines and pleas of yours. he could tell you were already about to cum based on the way your body shook in his grasp, the way your hips attempted to buck towards his mouth. not to mention all of the pathetic whimpers that fell from your sweet lips.

all it took was for his eyes to meet yours for the band inside of your stomach to snap. your head flew back as the intense pleasure flooded your jolting frame. limbs wildly trembling and sweet cries that only drove him to buck his hips against the mattress himself. leon collected every drop of cum that fell from your slit, groaning at the sweet salty taste that he knew he’d now be addicted to for the rest of his life.

he continued to lick your cunt until he decided it was enough, kissing up your tummy and torso until his face was hovering over yours. you looked so pretty and fucked out, all he could think about was how you’d look after he finally gets to split you open with his cock. like he’s been waiting for, for so damn long.

he couldn’t wait for that day, but he knew that’d be too much. he knew what was best for you.

he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. you whined when he abruptly moved back. not satisfied with the shortness of the kiss. you watched him as he moved off the bed, bending down to pick up your long lost stuffed animal before returning to his previous position.

“here you go, baby doll. think you’re gonna need his after that,” he says, handing you the plushie that he had carelessly tossed onto the floor earlier. that’s when you noticed the way his chin was glistening with your essence. the warm lamps light reflecting on it causing it to sparkle. you blush and clutch your plushie to your chest. you look up at his lips as you bit yours, hoping he’d take the hint and kiss you once again. and he did.

because he knew you so well.

[blythedolly]

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[blythedolly]

greenlight.

—♡ leon kennedy has been assigned as the personal bodyguard of a prominent popstar. as they spend time together, a strong connection develops and they both become eager to evolve beyond his protective roll.

—♡ warnings: bodyguard!leon, popstar!reader, slowburn romance, smut, rough sex, teasing, nipple play, oral sex (r!receiving), dom!leon, unprotected sex, size kink, breeding kink?, pet names, fluff, leon is a few years older than reader

—♡ a/n: i’ve been writing this for a while now, it’s quite long (5k words) so grab a snack! thank u for all of ur support <3

“please refrain from protesting this decision, it is essential and entirely non-negotiable at this point. we cannot afford to take any risks,” your manager stated, her tone both stern and maternal. you suppressed an eye roll and responded, crossing your arms against your butternut-colored corset top, 

“i wasn’t going to protest, please have a little faith in me, sylv. a bodyguard will enhance my sense of safety. so, why not go ahead with it?” 

“absolutely, i’m glad you’re on board,” she expressed, relief evident in her voice. you smiled at her. she consistently looked out for your best interests. you had been discussing the matter of hiring a bodyguard for several months now. since your recent surge in fame had arisen unexpectedly, the overwhelming nature of this transition had been significant. being a woman in the public eye added additional complexities, with every move being scrutinized and recorded. this was undeniably dangerous when alone. in hindsight, it seemed somewhat absurd that your ‘safety’ required a person to follow you at all times, yet the current world can be awful and unsettling. you absently twirled a strand of your soft hair around your fingers adorned with silver rings. 

“you mentioned that you are already familiar with him..? what is he like?” your gaze met hers, curiosity arose.

“he’s.. quiet and tends to be reserved. it is challenging to draw much from him in conversation. at least in my experience. however, what matters most is that he is strong and has been in the federal service since he was 19,” she replied. “he’s more than capable of protecting you.”

“does he even know who i am?” you inquired, your naiveté eliciting laughter from sylv, prompting you to roll your eyes. 

“everyone is aware of your identity at this point, my dear. that is precisely why we’re having this conversation,” she smirked. “now that you have agreed to my recommendation, i will arrange a meeting time for the two of you to become acquainted, so to speak, since he will be accompanying you consistently from now on. do you have a particular preference for the location?” 

“uh… here, i guess? i assume he will be residing here with me?” 

“that is correct. the house is quite empty with just you in it, so i’m sure you will manage. regardless, i believe you will appreciate his company,” she stated. 

“oh, is that so?” you raised an eyebrow, curious about her implication. “are you suggesting that he is attractive?” 

“i shall leave that for you to determine, it’s far more entertaining that way. but let's just say i know your type” she winked. “he will respect your space, so there is no need for concern.” leaning back against the plush cushions of your sofa, which were exquisitely suited to your taste, you gazed at your faint reflection in the window beside you. “i didn’t think it’d be like this,” you whispered, though your voice was audible enough for her to hear. 

“i understand,” she sighed. “but, we cannot afford to take further risks. this is for your own safety and well-being. i would not have recommended it if i did not believe it to be absolutely necessary,” she reasoned, and you nodded in acknowledgment.

 “yeah, i understand. thank you for looking out for me,” you replied with a smile, which she mirrored. 

“i will always look out for you, and so will he.” 

once sylv left, you realized that this was likely your last night spent alone. while it was an emotional awareness, there was a sense of relief that you would soon have someone with you. even if this meant sacrificing your solitude, safety remained the main concern. 

sylv returned the following morning, as punctual as ever. you approached the door to let her in, a hairbrush in hand, busily arranging your soft, bouncy locks. your eyes met hers, quickly revealing your confusion regarding his whereabouts. “do not give me that look, he will arrive shortly,” she replied, as you rolled your eyes while she closed the door and sauntered into the living room, dramatically sinking onto the couch. 

“are you feeling nervous?”

 “duh! i am about to meet the man who will essentially become my shadow for an indeterminate period,” you responded, your tone firm yet tinged with anxiety. sylv chuckled, finding your apprehension endearing. “

you will be fine, trust me.” a sudden chime from the doorbell startled you, eliciting a gasp. you glanced towards sylv, seeking reassurance. placing your brush down, you sat forward, observing closely as sylv walked to open the door for the man who would now be your protector. 

“leon, it is a pleasure to see you again,” sylv welcomed him as she opened the door, allowing him to enter.

“likewise,” he replied. you felt a lump in your throat as you processed his deep and gravelly voice, an unexpected reaction that caused your heart to race—how embarrassing. you took a moment, mentally gathering yourself. standing up, you shifted your gaze toward him, awaiting his entrance. 

and there he was. 

at an impressive height of around six feet, he towered over you. his light blonde hair was unexpected, yet it added a unique flair. however, your primary focus rested on his muscular physique. they were the most formidable you had ever encountered. the sight was intimidating yet prompted your imagination to wander. his biceps alone were prodigious, indicating that protecting you would not pose a challenge for him. “uh, hi i’m—” you began to introduce yourself, feeling flustered. he offered a reassuring smile, sensing your nervousness. 

“i know,” he stated. “i’m leon, leon kennedy.” he extended his hand toward you, positioned just above your waist, awaiting the contact of your hands for a cordial greeting. you met his hand with your own, offering a soft smile as warmth crept into your cheeks. his hand enveloped yours, emphasizing the size difference. 

“it is a pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard good things about you,” you said, glancing at sylv. “this is my house. i’ll show you around, and you can pick whichever bedroom you prefer. with the exception of mine, of course,” you added, flustered by the unintentional implication. “wait, that sounded rude. i didn’t mean it that way—” a deep chuckle arose from him, which was suddenly interrupted by sylv, who recognized your discomfort.

“relax, it’s okay,” sylv interjected with a teasing grin. “you’ve got this. just breathe.” you shot her a grateful smile, feeling your anxiety start to disappear. leon’s demeanor was surprisingly calm, and his warm smile put you at ease. “lead the way,” he said, his voice steady and reassuring. 

you turned to gesture towards the hallway, trying to avoid overthinking everything. as you walked, you pointed out rooms, describing each one with a hint of nervous excitement. “this is the living room where i spend most of my time watching stuff,” you began, a hint of pride creeping into your tone. “and that’s the kitchen, but i’m no chef, so don't expect any gourmet meals.” leon chuckled softly, nodding as he took in the cozy atmosphere of your home. “i’m sure we’ll figure something out if you ever need help in the kitchen.” 

“sure, if you can handle my disastrous cooking,” you laughed lightly, trying to keep the mood light. you showed him the spare room, which was sparsely decorated but held the essentials. “this will be your room,” you explained. “feel free to make it your own, if that helps. i want you to feel comfortable.” 

“thanks, i appreciate that,” he replied, appearing genuinely grateful. “i’ll make sure it doesn’t feel too much like a jail cell.” you both shared a smile, and for a moment, the nervousness dissolved into a pleasant camaraderie. as you moved back to the living area, your mind was racing with questions.

 “do you... um, do you have any experience doing this kind of work?” you hesitated but felt the need to know more about the person who would be by your side. 

“yeah,” he answered, his voice steady. “i’ve been in protective services for a few years now, mostly with high-profile clients and political families. i take it seriously, and i want you to feel safe.” the gravity of his words sunk in, and you nodded, gratitude washing over you. 

“woah, that gives me some peace of mind.” 

“good,” he replied, his eyes locking onto yours. there was an intensity in his gaze that made your heart race. “my priority will be your safety, always.” you had no doubt about it now. leon was not just someone playing a role, he took his job seriously. and despite the awkwardness of the situation, a part of you felt grateful to have him there. as the day progressed, you found yourself easing into the strange dynamic between you both. he was quiet, respectful, but clearly observant. it was comforting, having someone who seemed to genuinely care about your safety without invading your personal space. 

“you know,” sylv chimed in later, while the three of you caught a late lunch together, “having someone watching out for you might not be so bad after all.” 

“yeah, i guess not,” you agreed, stealing a glance at leon. “it’s just… different.” 

“change is always hard,” he said softly. “but i promise you, i’ll make this as easy as possible.” the afternoon turned into evening, and as you settled into a routine of light conversation and casual jokes, you found yourself surprised by how quickly you adapted to leon’s presence. maybe the arrangement wouldn’t be as difficult to adapt to as you thought. 

“thanks for being here,” you said genuinely, as the hour grew late. leon looked up to meet your gaze, the corners of his mouth turning upward in a soft smile. 

“thanks for giving me a chance,” he replied, and in that moment, something shifted—you realized that maybe this could be the start of something outside of his job.

as the days turned into weeks, you grew more accustomed to having leon around. his calm presence became a comforting backdrop to your new reality. the initial awkwardness of your arrangement slowly faded, replaced by an ease that surprised you both. you would often catch him stealing glances at you during meals, a curious spark in his blue eyes that made your heart flutter. his quiet strength was reassuring, but as time went on, you found yourself increasingly drawn to him in a way that felt new and exciting. 

one afternoon, after a particularly long day of interviews and fan interactions, you returned home feeling drained. you shuffled into the living room, collapsing onto the sofa. leon followed, “how are you feeling, doll?” you smiled, “i’m good,” you replied, smile growing as he sat down in the empty space next to you. 

the lightness of the moment felt like a shield against the pressures of your life. as you settled in, you couldn’t help but notice how the late afternoon sun cast a golden hue over the room, highlighting the sharp angles of leon’s jaw and the slight shadow of stubble that added a rugged edge to his appearance. you shifted your gaze, your heart racing as a new awareness began to settle. “hey, what do you do when you’re not protecting me?” you asked, trying to keep the conversation light, even though your pulse quickened at his proximity. 

“well,” he paused, contemplating. “i enjoy hiking, reading, and… cooking. i’m a decent cook, if i do say so myself.” 

“really?” you arched your eyebrow. 

“i’d like to see you prove that. maybe we could make something tonight?” he regarded you with a hint of surprise, a flicker of intrigue crossing his features. 

“are you sure? i wouldn’t want to ruin your dinner plans.” 

“i’m already planning on a microwaved pizza,” you replied with a grin. “so you’d be an upgrade.” 

“alright, it’s a deal.” his smile widened, and in that moment, you felt a soft flutter of excitement at the idea of being closer to him, sharing that time in a more personal way. you attempted to teach him how to make a few of your favorite comfort dishes, despite your own limited skills. he'd laugh at your fails and encourage you to keep going, and you enjoyed watching him take the lead, his focus and precision in the kitchen impressive. through flour-covered countertops and bursts of laughter, the line between bodyguard and friend blurred, and you found yourself stealing glances at him when he wasn't looking—capturing moments that sent butterflies tumbling in your stomach. one evening, as you bustled around the kitchen, chopping vegetables for a stir-fry, leon slid a bowl of marinated chicken over to you. 

“let me take over,” he offered, stepping closer. his hands brushed against yours as he reached for the knife. the electricity in the air was palpable, and you felt your cheeks warm under his gaze. 

“okay, go ahead,” you replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper. he worked with a deftness that was mesmerizing, you found yourself drawn to how his hands moved, strong and capable. as he cooked, he glanced over at you occasionally, his gaze lingering just a moment too long before he turned back to the stove, a hint of something unspoken hanging in the air between you both. after dinner, you decided to settle on the couch for a movie night, the remnants of your meal still lingering in the air. you picked a lighthearted romance film, something to keep the mood easygoing. as the movie played, you nestled into the corner of the couch, and leon took the seat beside you, a welcome presence that was both comforting and thrilling. 

halfway through the film, you found yourself leaning into him, feeling the warmth radiating off his body. he didn’t flinch or stiffen; instead, he gently adjusted his position, allowing you more room. with every shared laugh, every stolen glance, the electricity between you crackled like lightning in the warm summer air. as the movie continued, your eyes grew heavy. it certainly didn't help that the warmth of his bicep was pressed up against you. before you could even process, you switched off like a light. leon took it upon him to carry you to bed, your arms subconsciously wrapping around his neck as he moved you towards your bedroom.

as he gently laid you down on your bed, the softness of the sheets enveloped you, pulling you deeper into comfort. you felt a rush of warmth at the thought of him being there, watching over you as you drifted off to sleep. the last thing you registered before surrendering to slumber was the slight tension in the air easing, replaced by a sense of security that only leon’s presence could provide. he looked down at you, smiling as he admired how cute you looked. part of him just wished he could stay, but it wasn't right. this was a job, he didn't want to risk crossing any boundaries, potentially making you uncomfortable in any way. he took it upon himself to leave your room eventually, making his way to his own room for the night. 

he wasn't aware of the time, but he was suddenly stirred awake when he heard a soft knock at his door. obviously knowing it was you, he quickly got up to open the door. he saw you there, looking like an angel. your eyes and cheeks puffy from exhaustion. you stood there awkwardly in your nightgown, not being able to really read what he was thinking. 

“is everything okay?” leon asks, his tone as soft as butter. 

“i.. uh… i just don't wanna be alone right now, is that okay?” he smiled softly, his heart picking up the pace as he thought of the fact that you want to be with him right now, while you were clearly feeling quite vulnerable. 

leon stepped aside, allowing you to enter his room. the dim light cast a warm glow across the space, and he could tell you were hesitating, unsure of whether to enter or retreat. 

“you’re always welcome here,” he reassured you, his voice low and steady. you stepped in, wrapping your arms around yourself as if seeking comfort. the vulnerability hanging in the air was palpable, and for a moment, neither of you spoke, simply stealing glances at each other. “would you like to sit?” leon gestured toward the edge of his bed. you nodded, feeling slightly shy about the uncharted territory, but the comfort of his presence was undeniable. as you settled onto the bed, he perched himself beside you, maintaining a respectful distance, yet the energy between you buzzed like static electricity. He was shirtless, adorned in nothing but a pair of grey sweats. you were mesmerized by his body… his muscles… his abs.

“i didn’t mean to disturb you,” you whispered, breaking the silence as your fingers fidgeted with the hem of your gown. “i just—i don’t know. i don’t like being alone when i’m feeling this way.” “it’s okay,” he replied softly, a gentle smile playing on his lips. placing his large hand on the small of your back

 “i get it. i’d rather you feel safe than be alone.” he paused, turning a bit more toward you. “do you want to talk about it?” you shook your head, letting out a small laugh that held more than a hint of nerves. 

“not really. i think i just need some company.” 

“then that’s what we’ll do. i’m here for you,” he said, his sincerity washing over you like a warm blanket. as the minutes passed, you shifted slightly closer, drawn in by the tranquility he offered. his hand instinctively found its way to rest just beside yours, and you felt an almost magnetic pull to bridge the gap. 

“i feel like we’ve been dancing around this,” you said softly, a tinge of boldness creeping into your voice. “this is…different. us, i mean.” leon’s brow furrowed slightly in thought, and when he met your gaze, the intensity in his blue eyes made your heart race. 

“yeah, it is different. it shouldn’t be, but it is.” your breath hitched, as you took another leap of faith, allowing your fingers to brush against his. “i never expected to feel…like this. you know?” 

“i did,” he responded, his voice husky. the space between your bodies felt charged, with unspoken words hanging in the air like a spell waiting to be cast. you shifted even closer, emboldened by the undeniable chemistry that had been building since day one. “since the day we met, i felt this feeling,” he spoke honestly.

“what if we stopped pretending?” you murmured, partially afraid of where this could lead but needing to express the feelings that had blossomed in your chest. leon’s breath hitched as he processed your words, his gaze flickering between your eyes and lips. 

“are you sure about that?” you nodded, your heart pounding as you leaned into him, emboldened by a mix of trust and yearning. 

“i really am.” in an instant, the space between you vanished as he reached out, cupping your cheek with his large hand. the warmth of his palm ignited your senses, and your breath caught in your throat as he leaned closer. his lips brushed against yours softly at first, hesitant, searching for any sign of discomfort. when you responded with a gentle move forward, deepening the kiss, a wave of relief and desire swept over both of you. leon’s kiss was tentative at first, filled with an intoxicating mixture of tenderness and passion. he pulled you on top of him, wrapping an arm around your waist as the kiss deepened, his lips moving against yours with a delicious urgency. every worry, every moment of doubt dissipated as electricity coursed between you. when he finally pulled away, breathless, you were left in a daze, still feeling the warmth of his mouth against yours. his forehead rested against yours, and you could see the flicker of emotion in his eyes—a mix of surprise, excitement, and relief. 

“i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he admitted, his voice low and intimate. you smiled, a weight lifting off your shoulders. 

“you could never make me uncomfortable. only safe.” his eyes softened further, and without losing that connection, he gently caressed your cheek with his thumb. “i don’t want to rush anything, but i also don’t want to hold back from this.” 

“neither do i,” you whispered, feeling a sense of clarity wash over you. in that moment, you realized you were not just two people trying to navigate an unusual arrangement anymore. you were two souls intertwined, bound by circumstances yet drawn together by something so much greater—an undeniable connection that felt both thrilling and tender. leon leaned in again, capturing your lips in a deeper kiss, exploring the rhythm of this new dance together. the world outside faded away, and all that existed was the sweetness of your connection—the laughter, the whispers, the warmth of shared laughter and the fragility of those soft moments. as time faded, you discovered an uncharted territory filled with romantic possibilities, trusting in him completely to navigate the vulnerability and excitement that lay ahead. and you knew, in your heart, you were no longer alone.

“i need you, leon. i want you,” you whined against his lips, feeling moisture seeping through your soft cotton underwear. he nodded his head, groaning subtly. internally thankful that you had given him the greenlight to do what he desperately desired.

“i need you. every sweet inch of you” he emits a low groan, the resonance of his voice producing a tangible effect that traverses through your body.

the tips of his fingers caress the skin underneath the straps of your nightgown, slowly peeling them down to reveal your soft, plump breasts. he swore his heart stopped beating at the sight. your nipples hardened at the exposure of the air, before you could process anything else, leons soft lips had latched themself onto your left nipple. your fingertips created crescent shapes on his chiseled biceps as his lips made contact with your sensitive, hardened bud. your heart raced as you finally experienced the touch that you had long desired. 

it wasn't long before his soft lips detached, quickly moving towards the other and latching on as if it was his life source. his desperation was so sensual, and you couldn't help but grind your hips against his, creating desired friction as pleasure shockwaves entranced your body. his hand slowly crept its way between your plushy thighs, his rough fingertips feeling like heaven against your delicate skin. 

“need to feel you inside, leon. i'm aching for you,” you whine, finally pushing his slow moving hand to the place you desired his touch the most. your aching, dripping cunt. 

“fuck,” he muttered deeply under his breath, his puffy lips still hovering against your nipple. however, it wasn’t long before his lips reconnected with yours again, delivering a kiss that felt intensely passionate and fervent, surpassing anything you had previously imagined. in that moment, you were fully present with the man who would go to great lengths for you, ready to fulfill any request you made. even if it killed him. his fingers trace small shapes against your lower slit, before raising them directly onto your clit. you moaned against his mouth, and that was all it took for something to awaken inside of leon. he flipped you onto your back, propping you up against the pillows to make sure you were comfortable. he peeled your soft nightgown down your legs and discarded it somewhere behind it, then followed the removal of your panties. he removed them quicker than he would've liked, but he needed you so bad, he didn't care anymore. he lowered his frame to rest in between your open thighs, his action causing you to spread them wider. you looked into his eyes as his admired your cunt. 

“fuck, look at you. is this all because of me, baby? did i do this to you?” you nodded your head, your fingers moving between your legs to nest in his soft hair. with that simple action, his face dove between your soft thighs, his tongue painting a thousand poems on your most delicate crevices. “oh, leon,” you moaned, feeling his firm tongue swirling around your slit, before licking around your bud and sucking with all of the power he seemed to have. “fuck!” you screamed, pulling his hair which caused a deep growl to vibrate against your aching parts. his entire mouth was on your pussy, collecting every single drop your body had to offer for him. you tasted heavenly, he wouldn't forgive himself if he wasted as much as a single drop. it only took a moment for you to begin unraveling on his tongue, your desperate hole clenching around his relentless tongue. “leon… m’gonna cum,” 

“good girl, cum for me. you’re all mine now, baby. always gonna be all mine,” his words sent you right over the edge, your frame vibrating against the mattress that smelt of his delicious cologne. leon didn't stop abusing your cunt with his tongue until he was sure there was nothing left. “how was that, baby? 

you were so blissfully fucked out and satisfied, but you craved more. you craved him. the feeling of him inside of you, the feeling of his hot seed filling you. drool began to pool in your mouth at the thought. your eyes travelled down to his sweatpants, a huge, prominent bulge poking out of the soft grey fabric. you reached out, finger tracing over the tip. 

“need you inside me, leon. s’all i need, to feel you cum inside me,” you whine, leon smiles. 

“oh yeah?” he clarifies, you shook your head in a yes motion. leon slipped his sweatpants down his legs, letting them fall to the floor. you moaned as his cock bounced up, hitting the patch of blonde hairs that adorned his navel. you didnt know what you wanted more, for him to fuck your pussy or for him to fuck your mouth. he gave himself a couple of token strokes, before placing his tip at your swollen slit. before you could process anything more, leon grabbed ahold of your trembling legs and threw them over his shoulders, before slamming his cock into you as deep as he possibly could. you were sure people 10 miles away would have heard your earth shattering scream. leon leaned down and kissed you passionately, wasting no time to set an unforgivable, brutal pace. 

your fingers scratched down his back, undeniably leaving marks that would require some tender love and care once you’d finished up. his thrusts were ravenous, animalistic even. the sweet leon you knew had become something else in this moment, and you weren't complaining whatsoever. he was tearing your delicate pussy apart, but that didn't matter. it was his pussy now. only his. he uses one hand to grip your face as he holds himself up with the other. “keep your eyes on me. don’t look away and don’t close your eyes,” he says. you immediately obey. 

“yes, leon,” you reply, and with that, he began thrusting even faster. hard and with no remorse. you never would have expected him to be rough like this, but you loved it. you were struggling to keep your eyes on him as he tore into you, moving his hand from your face to rest on your delicate neck as he kept his brutal pace. the headboard of the bed bashing against the plastered wall.

“leon.. leon!” you whimper as his divine cock abuses your g-spot in the most heavenly way imaginable, fucking your cunt within an inch of your little life as tears of pleasure falling down your soft, red cheeks. “so deep… feels so good… oh my god, leon,” your nails dug into his bare shoulders as you felt the familiar orgasmic sensation impending, walls clenching around his cock as your body prepares to let go. leon couldn't believe he'd managed to last this long, feeling his orgasm threaten to occur at any given moment with every little whine that spilled from your pretty lips. the delicious sounds only fueling him to fuck your perfect pussy more brutally.

“cum for me, baby. god, you’re so goddamn fucking tight,” he says, moving his hand that squeezed your throat between your warm bodies. as his fingers made contact with your clit, you were unable to hold off the pleasure. so you came around him, hard.

leon watches you closely in awe, the way you convulse under him, the way your eyes rolled back despite your desperate attempt to keep them on him like he’d asked, the way your pretty mouth flew open. that was more than enough to make him cum with a deep grunt, spilling his hot load directly into your cervix. his desperate grunts only seemed to prolong your heavenly orgasm.

both of your bodies were glazed with sweat, hot breaths meshing together as your faces remain only half an inch from each other. his breath smelling like the toothpaste he’d used to brush his teeth with moments before you came to see him, and the essence of your pussy. he moves his hand up to your face once you’d come down, his brutal demeanour completely vanishing as he cups your face, thumb sliding across your cheek to comfort you.

“you’re so perfect, holy fuck i’ve wanted you since the moment we met,” he broke the short lived silence, a smile gracing his face as he watched one form onto your own.

“you and me both,” you admit, heavy eyes locking with his once again. he leans down to kiss you, his hair tickling your glistened forehead. he chuckled and shook, causing you to smile. “what’s so funny, hm?” his eyes meet yours, holding you impossibly close to his body.

“i wanted to fuck you like a princess for our first time together, but you truly awakened something in me. i'm impressed,” he smiles, kissing the side of your neck. 

“why not indulge in both, leon? time is our playground,” you say with a playful smile, gently running your fingers through his tousled hair as the warmth of the moment envelops you. “i’m completely yours, leon—every beat of my heart.” 

“and i’m yours in every way that counts, angel. always,” he replies, his gaze locking onto yours, hinting at all the adventures yet to come. “just imagine what mischief we could get into together…” the possibilities linger in the air, leaving you both with a shared thrill for what lies ahead.

“i don’t think that’s something we have to imagine anymore, hm?” you tease, arching an eyebrow. “with us, reality is clearly bound to be far more entertaining than any daydream.”

[blythedolly]

my man my man my man, where’s my maaan 🤭🥰

[blythedolly]

spent an hour just looking at his arms him ♡

[blythedolly]

leon scott kennedy, resident evil 4 remake (2023)

[blythedolly]

Faust, F. W. Murnau, 1926.

[blythedolly]

[blythedolly]

let me hear you.

—♡ you’re a famous popstar and leon kennedy is your beloved bodyguard. between the public eye and having to keep your relationship private for your safety, leons professionalism is once again tested.

—♡ warnings: bodyguard!leon, jealous/possessive, men being gross, oral sex (reader receiving), unprotected p in v, choking, size difference, pet names.

leon never used to be the possessive type until you landed in his grasp. even though he knew nobody could ever steal you from him, it was a quiet fear of his. the thing is, to the public eye, leon was nothing but your bodyguard. your protector. although, most people were afraid of him based on his physique. standing at 6ft tall with arm muscles the size of the average human head tends to scare off weak insecure men, he would constantly have to witness these men lusting over you. his girl, and it made him seethe. It was hard to continually remind himself that this was part of his job, and you were a famous popstar. obviously, you're going to get a lot of attention, and he was ashamed to admit that it still bothered him. 

like today. he overheard two men talking about you, he didn't recognize them. which was quite rare, considering most of the time these award show afterparties were full of other extremely popular musicians. but no matter who was in that room, and how famous they were, you always stole their attention and lustful gazes. 

“just look at her, god. the things i’d love to do to her…” the man says to his friend, shaking his head in what appeared to be disbelief as he watched you speak to one of your friends. 

“i know, did you see her new music video? leaves very little to the imagination for sure” the other man chuckled. before the two could say anything else, you finally spotted leon standing behind the two and a delicate smile graced your face. the boys then turned around, finally noticing leon standing there. they went pale in the face as you approached. knowing that he’d definitely heard every word they said based off the angry look leon was giving them. he could truly be terrifying when he wanted to. you’d seen that side of him many times, but never aimed at you of course. leon was a powerful man, able to get rid of them with a simple snap of his finger. you stood next to him, not realizing his displeased expression until you’d tilted your neck up to look into his eyes. he was still staring at them.

“leon, is everything ok?” you asked, tone worried as you followed his gaze and set your eyes on the two men you hadn’t even noticed before. he didn’t respond, his large hand wrapped around your arm as he led you away from the area. not questioning a single thing as it was crystal clear something was bothering him a significant amount. once the two of you had made it back to your hotel room, you turned to look at him as he closed the door.

“are you mad because they were looking at me? because you know i’d never even think to-” you began to explain.

“i know you wouldn’t.” leon interrupted, and your gaze softened.

“then what’s wrong?” you ask once again, approaching him slowly, looking into his eyes. he eventually met your eyes after a moment. “what were they saying?”

“nothing that you need to worry about, doll.” he reassured, resting his forehead against yours. never would you have imagined leon could be so soft.

“alright,” you say, a soft smile reappearing on your face. “i’m just gonna freshen up a little, ok?” you add, pressing a kiss to his lips before approaching the bathroom. leon sat down on the couch, hands rubbing his face as he tried to forget about what he’d heard earlier in the night. which was almost impossible, considering he heard those exact voices outside of the door. the familiar anger began to rise once again as he got up from the couch and passed towards the door, opening it quickly and immediately spotting the same smug faces he was mentally murdering moments ago.

they both gulped, eyes wide as they stood in front of the front door a meter from yours. they quickly entered the room to avoid confrontation. leon stood there for a moment, wondering what the fuck they were doing in the room next to yours. before he could do anything else, your voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

“was someone at the door?” you ask, he turned his head to face you. looking at you adorned in one of his large shirts. quietly admiring the way your body drowned in it.

“two boys just went into the room next door. I assumed they’d reserved this floor for… other famous people i guess.”

“the ones that you were giving the death stare to earlier?” you ask, a cheeky smile on your face. “baby, they are famous.” you chuckle as you stared at your boyfriend. he shook his head, trying to hide his displeasure to the information he’d just heard.

“well, excuse me for not being up to date with pop culture, i dedicate all of my time to protecting you”

he says, you loved when he’d get sassy like this. their words from earlier kept repeating in his head as he approaches you, placing his large hands on your waist, kissing your lips delicately. “they don’t look like the famous type,” he says as he places his mouth to your neck, the feeling of his lips tickling your skin in the most delicious way. you whined softly. and that’s when he got the idea. the idea that would show those stupid guys who you belong to. who really gets to fuck you.

he smirked against you, lips abusing your skin and his hot tongue trailing over your sensitive spots. his hands found your ass, squeezing your cheeks sadistically which caused a sudden gasp to escape your throat. normally, leon would place his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet when you weren't at home, just in case people were around. the hotel was unreasonably fancy, but the walls still seemed paper thin, but this time he didn’t. you didn’t question it. you never questioned him.

“that’s it, let me hear your pretty sounds,” he says as he lifts you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you to the pristine king-sized bed. 

he dropped you onto the mattress and hovered his frame over yours. his lips found yours once again, and you whined as his tongue slipped between yours. he’s all too familiar with how vocal you can be. even with his hand over your mouth or your head buried into the pillow, he can hear you crystal clear. he knew anyone nearby would be able to hear if he didn’t hush you, and that’s exactly what he wanted. for those stupid little pricks to hear how good he makes you feel. over and over.

his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing the soft skin. you whined louder this time. you were so goddamn submissive under his touch, it drove him crazy.

he raised his stolen t-shirt up your body, exposing your torso as he lowered his head. trailing kisses all over your soft skin. you were addicted to the feeling of his stubble against you, he’d barely done anything and you were already a whimpering mess. his head trailed lower and lower. licking the skin above your panty line as he hooks his fingers into the edges of the fabric. effortlessly peeling them down your legs and throwing them off to the side.

he began peppering kisses to your inner thighs, feeling his hot breath against your dripping cunt was driving you wild.

“leon…” you whimpered loudly, legs trembling in suspense of the act that he was about to do. you were expecting him to respond. something like “be patient” or “good girls know how to wait” but he didn’t, he latched his lips onto your clit, causing your back to arch off the bed. your hand flew to your mouth, biting down on the side to muffle your moans. but leon stopped.

“no, baby girl. let me hear you,” you nodded your head, staring down at him between your legs. noticing the glistening shine of your wetness on his chin under the dull lighting of the room.

“good girl,” he said before diving back in. aggressively eating you out as he’s done many times before. your moans were quick to fill the room. your hands flew down to grasp at his blonde hair. you spread your legs wider, giving him as much access to you as possible. to say he was addicted to your sweet essence was an understatement. the way you shivered with every delicate swipe of his tongue against your sensitive crevices. his tongue studying each and every one, torturously slow, with enough force to send you into oblivion.

“l-leon, i’m about to… i can feel it-” you whine breathlessly as your orgasm approaches. hitting you fast before you could continue your stuttered sentence. loud whiny moans filling the room as you rode out your high.

he didn’t halt until your legs began twitching, licking up all of the cum you provided for him in exchange for an orgasm. he climbed back up your body slowly, leaving sloppy kisses up your stomach along the way.

he was proud of himself knowing how good he could make you feel with little to no effort. enamored by the way your body reacted to his touches. he know the boys would’ve heard everything he’d just done, but of course, he wasn’t satisfied just yet. his hand wrapped it’s way back around your throat once his face aligned with yours, his chin damp with your cum.

“all wet,” you said, smiling as your hand raised to his face. tracing along the wet area of his face. “wanna make somethin else wet too,” you added, moving the same hand between your bodies and palming his hardened cock over his pants.

“where did you ever learn to be such a dirty girl?” he grunted, a slight smile on his face as he moved your hand and pinned it beside your head.

“we both know the answer to that,” you bit your lip as his hand tightened around your wrist, looking up at him through squinted eyes. he moved back to remove his shirt, and you bit your lip as he did so. you followed his steps and removed your own. clothes thrown carelessly to the floor.

he unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and underwear down, not bothering to completely remove the articles of clothing. he was getting impatient. he hovered over you once again, his large hands separating your thighs as far as they could go and lined himself up with your dripping entrance. he wasted no time, thrusting forward and impaling you with his cock with no warning. you screamed, hands flying to grasp his shoulders as he quickly set a brutal pace. your back arched off the mattress, pressing firmly against leons as he pounded into you. legs wrapping tightly around his muscular body.

“oh, f-fuck. leon!” you moaned, the head of the bed clunking against the wall with each of his intense thrusts. he grunts into your ear sadistically, fingers leaving crescent shapes on your thigh as they dig into your skin.

“wanna feel you cumming around me, baby. think you can do that for me?” he asks, you nodded your head. tears dripping down your cheeks as the pleasure because too much for your body to cope with. it didn’t take long for another orgasm to pulse through your body, legs trembling around leons torso as you chant his name. before you could process anything else, he’d flipped you onto your stomach. shoving his cock deep inside you once more as he held your hips to him. despite being extremely sensitive from your previous orgasms, you still craved more of him. your loud moans echoed off the walls as he took you from behind. clenching your walls around him to coax his orgasm out of him. craving the feeling of his cum flooding into you. 

you felt another orgasm approach as his thrusts became sloppy, indicating that he was also moments away from finishing.

“leon!” you moan, clutching the bedsheets below as the two of you came together. leon eventually stopped once your highs had subsided. he tiredly flipped you onto your back once more, tracing his rough fingers along your damp cheek.

“mm… leon… y’think anyone heard us?” you ask, voice breathy as your tired body rests comfortably beneath him.

“hard for em not to,” he replies, tracing his finger along your bottom lip before placing a soft kiss there.

and it was safe to say they’d definitely heard based on the looks they were giving the two of you the following morning. leon smirked proudly, hand resting on your waist as the two of you walked past them. and even if they'd somehow not heard leon fucking your brains out, your obvious limp would easily give it away.

[blythedolly]

OH MY GOD

Resident Evil 4 Remake (2023) Leon S. Kennedy [ 1 / ??? ]

[blythedolly]

what, too big, sweet thing?

cw: mdni, fem!reader, drabble, size difference, breeding kink, mention of birth control, aftercare

note: he could crush me. not that he would because he’s a sweetheart, but omg pleaseee i wanna be lovingly smushed by him ૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝<꒱ྀི i cannot describe the positions well, hope you guys understand

umm anyways, yes <3 thinking about how bulky he is.

him kneeling back on the heels of his feet and shoving his cock inside you while you straddle his hips, one of his hands splayed against the plush of your ass while his other arm is slung around the small of your back, keeping your back arched so you’re pressed against him all nice and snug.

you reach back to hold onto one of his hairy forearms—the one whose hand is fondling your ass. your nails leave indents on his skin, the slight tinge of sharp pain only making him slow down his pace so he can focus more on deep thrusts and making sure he buries himself to the hilt, until his balls are pressed up against your bottom.

or when he’s prone boning you, rutting into you from behind and making the mattress shake. your hands clawing at the sheets so hard your knuckles turn white. it’s only natural to need to clutch onto something when a hunk of a man is making your vision all blurry and rearranging your insides. right?

“leon…so big…fuck.” your sentences are all chopped up and spoken through high-pitched gasps, all you can do is say whatever words come to mind first.

“i know, i know i’m big. feels good, doesn’t it? you love this dick?”

geez, what a bastard. you nod eagerly.

one of his hands leaves the side of your hip, instead reaching over to slide his hand on top of yours. massive, of course, his fingers spread yours apart to accommodate the size of his. and god, you’re sure your fingers can’t spread anymore than that.

or hello? when he has you in a mating press, murmuring false promises of getting you pregnant against the shell of your ear. “c’mon sweet girl, you’d look so pretty with your stomach all swollen. what do you think?”

yours hands settle on his biceps, squeezing the built up muscles. so beefy. the headboard is slamming against the wall so aggressively you’re scared the wood will chip and break. okay, actually, no you’re not. you’re not even worried about that. you have better things to be concerned about, like whether leon is going to break you in half or not.

leon’s very aware of how big he is compared to you, even with his mind all clouded with thoughts of how good your cunt is and how much he wants to make you gush around his cock, he still manages to keep some rationality and keeps some of his weight off of you.

“mhm, want it. wanna get knocked up by you.” you whine in response, acting as if you weren’t on birth control and way too fucking unprepared for such a thing. not a problem, a girl can fantasize, can’t she?

it’s always so cute to him when you cum, the way your entire body writhes around while he cages you in entirely, the way you babble his name out endlessly, and he has to kiss you to shut you up. “so noisy.”

he always takes care of you afterwards. cleaning you up, massaging your entire body because yeah, being manhandled into different positions as if you’re a soft pretzel is taxing!

“here?” he asks, his hands on your hips, kneading away the discomfort that had built there. you’re just glad you didn’t get a cramp while he was fucking you.

he can’t help but laugh a bit (a lot) when you try to get up and your knees buckle. what an ass. but he’s also nice, so he carries you to whatever destination you desire until you tell him you’re completely okay.