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some-insomniac-writes · 16 days

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UGHHHHHHH I WILL NEVER MENTALLY RECOVER FROM THIS ONE

now playing: <the regular's special> 00:00/1:30:00

starring: hooters au!Chris, Carlos, & Leon x regular!reader

MDNI + tw: smut, dp, gangbang, oral (both receiving), facial, pure filth, nsfw

☆ star's note: major credits and thanks to @ghostsghoul who inspired this, edited, and beta read everything! ++ i hope it is everything yall have been anticipating since the fic was announced! love yall mwacks 🥰❤️❤️

☆ starlets: @cherubify @mrswint3rs @elihii @iixtsmee @admirxation @ressespearlz @shiawaseorii @rigorwhoring @sqiim @localkiss

one more hour. that was the only obstacle between you and the glowing green exit sign three cubicles over. your ass was hurting from how long it's been practically glued to the chair. you had even skipped your lunch break to finish the stupid last-minute assignment your team leader had dumped onto your overflowing plate of tasks.

daydreams of stepping out into the streets and finally returning to your house after a long day of gruelling office work filled your head. you could practically feel your soft couch under your back, taste the good food you were gonna eat when you reached home, and the selection of flicks you were going to have to choose from mundanely-

"hey, don't forget we're having team dinner and drinks at the new place downtown! stoked to have all of us gather again for a catch-up!"

your team leader's hand felt like the rough ridges of shackles weighing you down and dragging you further away from heaven (your home) down the jagged and fiery path straight into the depths of hell (dinner with your workplace) with its many demonic occupants (your colleagues and bosses). you plastered a smile onto your face like the perfect little employee that you were and gave an immensely enthused nod.

"yup. how could i forget?"

you say through a tight teethy grimace that everybody had accepted as your actual smile. as your team leader retreated back to her cubicle, the distance between you and that glowing green salvation of the exit sign grew further and further. you sighed heavily and began to type at your screen again.

when it was time to leave, your feet trudged numbly within the throng of your other colleagues. almost everybody looked just as miserable if not more miserable than you did, minus the bosses who were chatting everyone's ears off with talks about how company bonding was important, how it was nice to see everyone in such 'high spirits', and how we would absolutely love the place that we were headed towards for dinner.

when you arrived there, your jaw fell to the floor. pretty much identical to those cartoon scenes where the characters would have the most exaggerated shocked expressions being illustrated. what stood before you was none other than the latest establishment of Hooter's brother company. Tooters.

why Tooters? you don't know. maybe it's because men like to 'toot' their own 'longhorns' or something. but seriously. a company dinner at this place is basically an HR disaster waiting to happen.

you always knew your company was one of those quirkier ones who present themselves as a flat structured place despite the clear hierarchies and numbers and clear intent on exploiting their workers as slaves of capitalism. but you didn't know it was going to be this bad.

a tall server with curly hair, the prettiest eyes you have ever seen (which you were definitely focusing on despite how his tits were practically bursting from his cropped uniform), and a handsome smile came out to serve your group. your eyes met his and he flashed you a wink as he ushered everyone in. your ears felt hot as you returned his wink with a single polite nod before jogging to join the rest at the assigned seating area.

you sat next to your cubicle mate, chatting idly about everything and nothing at all. the hyped energy from your bosses was beginning to drain you. you had drinks, appetisers, and then their main speciality. the Tooters bowl. it looked like a regular seasoned rice bowl but god was it amazing. it was the perfect blend of spice, sweet, salty, tangy, and everything. the vegetables were crunchy and fresh and the meat was perfect. there was no way this bowl was being served at an expected 3-star diner chain that relies on the phrase 'sex sells' in its entirety.

everything else was a blur. all you could think about were the amazing flavours bursting in your mouth. you barely even drank, relishing in the taste. when you were done, your colleagues were practically hammered, chatter increasing in volume as everybody began going off on drunken tangents. and that's when your eyes met his.

a sturdy-built man whose cropped Tooters uniform looked painted on stood on the opposite end. he had a buzz cut and lines in the corners of his eyes. his huge arms were crossed over his chest as he stared at your table. at you. your heart raced. this man, just like the other server, was so handsome. if this was what too much testosterone did, you're not complaining. your eyes trailed down his perfect abs to his happy trail that disappeared beneath his tooters shorts which did not hide his huge package at all.

catching yourself, your eyes snapped back to meet his gaze. he had a small knowing smirk tugging on his lips. you felt your whole body warm from the tips of your ears down to your sore feet in your office pumps. you looked down into your empty bowl, carding your fingers through your hair lightly to soothe your nerves.

what hit the nail in the coffin was the fact that when it was finally time to leave, the server that cleared the plates on your table literally stole your breath. his hands brushed yours as you passed him your bowl out of instinctive helpfulness. he flicked his blonde hair out of his face with a light shake of his face and he winked at you.

"thanks, doll."

he says with ease, and a lazy smile tugging at his pretty lips. you wanted to trace it with your fingers. you blinked quickly and nodded, watching him let out a soft laugh as he walked away. he was buff in a leaner way. the kind that made him Eros where the previous two servers were Hercules and Ares respectively.

you cleared your throat and buried your face in your hands. was this place heaven? seriously? good food, hot men in skimpy tops, and cushioned seats that did not smell like marinated sweaty ass? you were on cloud 9 when you practically floated home that day. went out like a light too after such a long and eventful night.

in the coming weeks, your feet kept bringing you back to Tooters. their food was insanely good and after your gruelling office hours, it was the perfect boost. their food provided you with a balance to your mental health. food this good should be illegal. they had the shiniest wings with the most flavourful sauces, meals that tasted almost homecooked, and the servers were super nice to you once you got past the whole...uniform situation.

"sweetheart! i missed you!"

a familiar booming voice called out. you let out a laugh when you turn to see Carlos walking towards your table. he had the same grin on his face, his pretty eyes twinkling.

"sure, Carlos."

you rolled your eyes.

"no, 'i missed you too'?"

he teased, clicking his pen and readying his ordering notepad.

"hmm maybe if you made my wings extra fresh?"

you quipped back, ignoring how warm your face felt which made him let out a hearty laugh.

"sweetheart, that's a toughie. and you know i make dreams come true."

you shrugged nonchalantly.

"guess i don't miss you too."

you shrugged jokingly. he sighed in mock defeat.

"fine sweetheart. for you, i'll see what i can do."

he says before walking away. you physically tore your eyes away from the swell of his ass. as you waited for your meal, you realised that there weren't a lot of people during lunch hour. guess most of their patronage came at night when the drinks would start pouring out. you weren't a drinker at all. you began scrolling your phone when a few small taps against the wood of your table.

"hi, doll. did you order the Tooters bowl with a side of wings and...let me guess...an iced tea?"

a smooth huskier voice asked. you put down your phone and met his icy blue eyes.

"wrong. i ordered a soda this time."

he flashed you that model-like million-dollar smile.

"you don't even like soda, doll."

he says, quirking one of his brows at you.

"i know. i'm trying it out since you suggested one the other time."

your response made the blonde's smile grow.

"ah, you know how to win a man's heart, doll."

his comment made you blush. despite his usual amount of flirtatiousness, you couldn't help but feel your face warm.

"how much did you get tipped for that?"

you ask jokingly, face scrunched at him. he chuckles and shakes his head.

"how much are you tipping me? you're the only i've ever said this to you know."

he teased, smiling at you. you rolled your eyes despite your increasingly warm face. however, the banter didn't last long as he was soon called away to serve another table. so you continued scrolling on your phone, willing your heart to stop racing so much. why did all their server hires have to look like they freshly stepped out of those hunky male magazines? you felt like a victorian man seeing ankles for the first time sometimes.

and then you smelled it. the waft of warm tastiness floating from the bowl of food. you felt your mouth water. you looked up and it was none other than Chris, the manager of the servers, coming up to you with your order.

"here you go, miss. Carlos says to tell you that the wings are made extra fresh. just as you requested."

despite the depth of his voice, Chris spoke it with a gentleness that made your chest flutter. you offered him a smile and thanked him to which he nodded. you would never get used to this hulking giant of a man whose voice, looks, smile, and overall energy would make you physically melt. he's so handsome and stoic in the manliest of ways.

"miss, are you feeling okay? you look flushed."

his voice asked and you felt your face redden further.

"y-yeah i am haha...don't worry about it."

you say awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck. he smiles at you, dark deep-set eyes filling with a look that made your knees all shaky.

"i see...okay then i'll be going now. call me if you need anything, okay?"

you nodded and he began walking away, leaving you fumbling with the pounding in your chest. 3 of the hottest waiters in Tooters practically knew you enough to hang around your table and joke around with you. wow. you must've been coming here too often, huh? you sighed and began digging into your meal, relishing in the bursts of flavour. the wings were extra crispy and succulent maybe you should have lunch somewhere else tomorrow, you thought quietly. you sipped on your soda and your face lightened up. you've never liked soda but this one? you can get behind. as always, Leon was spot-on with his suggestions. could you really eat lunch at another place when this is literal perfection?

so as the months passed, you became sort of friends with the three servers who strangely seemed to take your order and everything whenever you came for lunch. there were plenty of other servers but maybe it was just sheer coincidence. not that you minded. you even got close enough for them to sit with you on the diner's emptier days, exchanging small talk and whatnot. that was how you were currently in the situation of being convinced to participate in the Tooters' Regular Roulette.

"what even is that?"

you asked them, brows slightly furrowed as you munched on the chips on your plate. Carlos leaned back in the seat and stretched lazily.

"it's a little thing where regulars who participate get randomly selected for a special surprise, sweetheart."

he says. his long muscular arm was stretched over your shoulders comfortably, fingers ghosting where your sleeves ended and your skin began. usually, this is when the manager would be called but you felt comfortable with Carlos.

"hmmm, what's the surprise?"

you ask him which makes him almost snort.

"if i told you then it wouldn't be a surprise now, would it, sweetheart?"

you groaned which made him grin wider.

"then why would you even tell me about this?"

you whined jokingly. the seat on the other side of you dipped.

"is he bothering you, doll?"

you could practically hear the smile in his tone as he spoke.

"he actually is, Leon. tell Chris for me would you?"

you said which made Carlos frown a little in mock offense. you also missed the way the curly-haired man exchanged glances with the blonde while you were in the middle.

"ooh you know i would, doll but he's right you know."

you sigh.

"seriously, Leon? you too? what's with this surprise event for regulars anyway?"

before Leon could respond, a shadow loomed over your seated figure.

"i'm sure you'd enjoy it, miss. i planned it to celebrate our very kind regulars such as yourself after all."

the rumble in his voice reverberated throughout your body, sending tingles down your spine as your body warmed.

"you're too kind, Chris but i'm one of many regulars here! surely if i gave it a miss, it wouldn't make much of a dent in the plans?"

you tried to reason. you never really liked gatherings or events of any sort but the way they exchanged glances made you feel a little nervous. it seemed to tell you that you had no way out of this.

"but you're our favourite regular. it wouldn't be the same without you, doll."

Leon said, fingers warm against the side of your face as he tucked your loose hair behind your ears in an entirely Leon fashion.

"yeah, sweetheart, and i already miss you on regular days."

Carlos said, leaning closer. his soft deep voice gusted over your ears. your heart was racing impossibly fast, at how close they all were. thankfully, you were saved by the sound of loud glass shattering. everyone's heads whipped around towards it. turns out someone had dropped their drink glass as they were eating. you sighed in relief as they began to get up to help.

"think about it okay, sweetheart?"

Carlos says before he left. not without a smooth wink thrown your way. you finally managed to heave out a sigh of relief. you felt almost lightheaded with the way your blood pressure dramatically decreased. these men were out for blood. your blood. it was definitely an ego boost to have three of the hottest men in Tooters to butter you up the way they did but 'they're just doing their jobs', you told yourself as you shovelled the rest of your lunch into your mouth.

a week later and you went to Tooters for their Regular Roulette event. you were wearing your best non-office outfit that you had managed to scavenge from your closet. you didn't go out often after work so you had no reason to overspend on clothes. you had a plain knitted sweater that hung on you perfectly along with a skirt and some cute shoes you had been waiting to wear since you first got them. when you first arrived, you realised that this was only the second time you'd been to Tooters at night. it felt strange considering how you usually went there during lunch hours.

as soon as you arrived at the door, Leon was the one assigning tables. he smiled when he saw you, eyes trailing down your figure not so subtly.

"and here i was thinking that you actually meant that whole thing about not coming to events, doll."

he says in his standard drawl, a smirk tugging on his pretty lips. you rolled your eyes, lips curving as you stifled a giggle.

"Leon i will literally make a U-turn home if you don't assign me a table."

he snorts at that.

"alright alright, no need to kick up a fuss, doll. i reserved your favourite table for you. you know, just in case you showed."

he says with a teasing lilt to his tone, gesturing towards the table near the corner where the AC was at the perfect temperature and the seats were absolutely pristine. it was your favourite seat for a reason after all. you thanked him and began walking towards it. his blue eyes were practically trained on the way your ass swayed as you walked. he let out a sigh and cleared his throat before tugging on his signature flirtatious smile to tend to the oncoming patrons.

as soon as you sat, Carlos was at your table in a second, not to your surprise.

"glad you made it, sweetheart."

you smiled at him and continued ordering a per usual. everything felt relatively normal aside from how your three favourite servers seemed to be staring at you for longer than usual. their eyes seemed to study you almost hungrily as they trailed down your skirt to your legs. you folded your legs across one another and shifted awkwardly. you must have made the right decision with this outfit.

and then finally as you nursed your glass of iced tea, Chris's voice cut through the crowded diner. it was time for Regular Roulette. they had all of the regular's names placed in a box and a wheel next to said box where there were prizes listed. your eyes scanned the panels on the wheel and saw the standard vouchers, promotion codes, blank slates, and a panel with 'T👀ter's Regular's Special'. that slate was way smaller than the rest which probably meant that it was harder to get and entailed a higher level prize. what are the chances of winning that anyway? it was so slim compared to the huge empty slates and the rest.

so you watched Chris spin the wheel, over and over. each time, a regular would win a voucher, a promotion code, or even nothing at all. at this point, you were getting a bit bored. Leon nudged Carlos upon seeing you pick at your nails quietly, iced tea long gone. Carlos's eyes widened and he went up to Chris who was in the middle of announcing a prize. you watched as Chris gave a firm nod. he reached his hand into the box and lo and behold it was your name.

their whole exchange had piqued your interest and now it was your turn to win your prize. so you sat forward in your seat, eyes trained on the way his muscles flexed as he spun the wheel with the lightest of touches.

"and for the little miss sitting over there, you have won the 'T👀ter's Regular's Special'!"

Chris announced. you felt so awkward and embarrassed when all the other regulars turned to face you. there were light claps and cheers. there were also some envious eyes from some women and men as Leon took your hand.

"miss, please follow our server into the back for your prize. thank you."

you heard Chris say as Leon whisked you towards the back. curiousity and anticipation gnawed at you but before you could turn to ask him any questions, he led you to a door labelled break room. he opened the door to reveal a jaw-dropping redecorated break room. there was a literal huge soft-looking couch and it smelled so clean. there were even snacks on the side. fully stocked. your jaw dropped. what the actual fu-

"so we redecorated it a little for the prize, doll. what do you think?"

he asks. it was only then that you realised your hand was still in his. he seemed to notice your lingering gaze but made no effort to let go. instead, he led you to the plush couch and set you down.

"your break room is amazing. my office only has like some plastic chairs, lame coffee, and-"

you trailed off as you realised how close he was. his eyes were glued to your lips.

"can i?"

he asks, tearing his eyes away from your pretty lips to meet your gaze. his hand cradled your cheek and his thumb swiped over your plush bottom lip. you blinked furiously, face feeling hot. he was getting even closer and your mind was racing. you let out a stuttered approval which was apparently the only thing he needed before he pressed his lips onto yours. you kissed him back, heart pounding out of your chest.

“looks like Kennedy’s got a head start with our special regular of the day, huh?”

Carlos’s voice caused you to jump back from the kiss. you saw how swollen and pretty Leon’s lips were as he looked at you through a half-lidded blue gaze. his beauty never failed to make your breath hitch. and then you looked at Carlos whose dark eyes seemed even darker as he looked at you.

“where’s my kiss, sweetheart? surely, you meant to share?”

he teased leaning in closer, his warm and rough palms cupped your face and he kissed you deeply, tongue swiping across your bottom lip as he deepened it. you felt Leon’s hands caress your waist from behind, lips peppering kisses to your neck. you moaned against Carlos’s expert kiss. you felt Leon’s hands trailing up your sides, fingers brushing against the side of your chest.

“tap your hand on my thigh if this is okay, doll.”

he whispers against the shell of your ear. his stubble prickled against the smooth expanse of your skin making you gasp against Carlos’ relentless kiss. you tapped your hand on Leon’s firm bare and muscular thigh. he smirked against your neck and his hands snuck beneath your knitted top. you felt him undo your bra hooks and he lifted your top, letting the cold of the room hit your bare chest.

Carlos’s kiss paused and he pulled away.

“shit…sweetheart. you’ve got the prettiest tits i’ve ever seen and trust me, i’ve been shown a lot.”

he says, hands reaching to flick at your cold hardened nipples as Leon continues to knead your flesh. you moaned softly, head tilted back and leaning against Leon as Carlos kneeled and took a nipple into his mouth. the feeling of the warm wetness on your nipple made you sigh, hands reaching out to tug into his mop of curls. the room began to feel warmer as your tits were continuously suckled, flicked, and kneaded by the two men. and then through your haze of contentment, you saw the door to the break room open. you froze, eyes widening. Chris stood there, arms folded across his chest.

“you couldn’t have waited for me to finish up the roulette?”

he asked in his deep authoritative voice. he sounded almost annoyed but the way his eyes darkened and zoned into your writhing form was enough to show his true feelings. he wanted you. badly.

and that was how you ended up in Chris’ lap, lips locked onto his as his tongue swirled around yours and slipped down your throat. his one free hand lifted one of your legs up, socked foot dangling similarly to the other leg that Carlos was holding up as he sucked and bit at your chest, marking you up. Leon was kneeling in between your spread legs, nose bumping against your clit bump through your panties. his tongue traced the outline of your soaked pussy. his eyes were fixed on yours as he licked you over and over. you mewled softly against Chris’ lips and your hands felt aimless. Leon grabbed your hand and placed it on his hair before he slipped aside your panties and began licking you bare.

your fingers tightened on his hair as he continued to lick and finger you, his other hand pressed against your womb. his tongue licked broad stripes down to your puckered ass. you squealed, jerking back away from his mouth. or at least attempting to but he held you in place.

“let me prep you well, doll. you’re gonna need it.”

he says, voice reverberating against your pussy which made your grip on his hair tighten as you let out a muffled gasp against Chris’ kiss. he continued to tongue and finger you open. the feeling of his fingers thrusting into your pussy and ass at the same time was overwhelming. and the fact that your whole body felt stimulated was not helping at all. your breathing began to grow quicker and your chest heaved.

“mmf- m'gonna-”

you whined and he pulled away for a moment, a strand of slick stretching with him.

“cum for me, doll. let me taste you.”

he says with his blown pupils gazing at you. he dove back in and you came. hard. your finger clenched and tugged at his roots while the other hand was held in Chris’ huge ones. your body jerked as he continued licking you and sucking your clit through your orgasm, seemingly uncaring of the sensitivity that struck you in jolts as your legs twitched.

and then, they began to strip and your eyes widened at the variety of cocks laid out for you.

“like what you’re seeing, miss? we see the way you eye us whenever we serve you”

Chris teased, hand wrapped around his huge cock as he pumped it a few times. your mouth watered.

“since Leon’s already tongued you so well, are you ready for your real prize, sweetheart?”

Carlos asked, grinning wolfishly with his blown pupils almost glinting. you could only nod, head turned to literal mush at the prospect of taking all the three men at once. the positioned you in such a way where Chris was laid down with you straddling him on all fours, Leon’s tip was pressed against your ass, and Carlos was sitting heavy on your tongue.

“you’re so cute, miss, can i put it in?”

Chris grunted with effort as he rubbed his huge tip over your folds, slit catching at your clit. you moaned against Carlos’s dick which made him groan softly. as soon as you gave him the greenlight, Chris began to slip in. inch by inch you feel yourself getting stretched impossibly bigger. you whimpered and your nails pressed into his pecs, littering the light patch of hair with mini red crescents.

“s’too big. m’gonna split.”

you huffed, tears burning in the corner of your eyes and your words muffled by Carlos’ length continuously pistoning into your mouth. Chris’s hands were almost bruising as he held onto your waist and sunk you down onto his fat cock. he began thrusting up into your deepest parts, dick spearing and scratching your gummy walls at a dizzying pace. you were babbling incoherently when something cool and slimy dripped onto your puckered asshole.

Leon’s fingers curled up into it, increasing in numbers as he scissored you open. his other hand was rubbing figure eights onto your puffy clit as Chris pounded into you and Carlos into your throat. and then he prodded his tip into the hole.

“you can take it right, doll? for me?”

he asks so sweetly which you nod at blankly, drool dripping down your chin. he slowly thrust into your tight asshole and you felt a fullness that made you feel like you were on the brink of either tearing into a clean half or falling down a pit of orgasm then you can never resurface from. your sounds grew louder as they thrust in unison, feeling their dicks rub each other through the thin wall separating your two holes. the textures made them more vocal as well, grunting and groaning.

you could feel your brain melting out of your ears and your senses going blank. you were pretty sure they had shifted you around effortlessly, holes taking a different dick each time. you felt the familiar coil tighten and release over and over, brain-melting even more each time. you even came so hard that you squirted onto Carlos’s abdomen, legs twitching and body trembling from the orgasm.

and then finally you were kneeled on the floor in a way that felt like you were starring in a literal porno as the main girl. your top was thrown off to the side, your skirt was coated in cum and so were your thighs, stomach, and the corners of your mouth.

Chris’s dick was pumping down your throat as your hands jerked off Leon and Carlos. the room was filled with soft hisses and moans before they came one after the other, showering your face and body with globs of their cum. Chris came down your throat with a loud groan, his thick fingers curling in your hair deliciously as you swallowed around him audibly.

he pulled out of your throat and slapped your cum coated cheeks lightly, making you giggle deliriously as you nuzzled their dicks. you were panting and coughing a little. your legs were numb and everything was aching in the best way possible. Chris whipped out a polaroid camera that had been sitting at the side table.

“miss, on the count of three, say cheese for us alright? 1…2…3…”

the flash blinded you as you grinned. he took out the picture and shook it. as you watched it, your eyelids began to droop and you blanked out.

when you woke up, you were dressed in a comfortable hoodie and sweats that smelled of one of their colognes. your body and throat and head hurt. you tried to move but something heavy was matching onto you. you tried to turn but there was another heavy wall on your other side as well. you blinked groggily and let your eyes adapt.

“morning miss, i hope you rested well and enjoyed your prize. your clothes are at the dry cleaners’, special wash for your knitted top so it doesn’t shrink.”

Chris’s voice said. you craned your neck to see him smiling by the doorway, no longer dressed in his uniform.

“thanks, Chris.”

you said hoarsely. you felt Leon’s hair tickle the shell of your ear as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

“don’t go yet, doll. you’re so comfy…”

he says in a groggy voice that would get anybody’s panties in a twist (if they hadn’t been fucked to an inch of their sanity the night before). Carlos pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, stubble tickling your skin.

“he’s right, sweetheart. stay for a bit.”

Carlos’s voice rumbled throughout your body. Chris nodded and set down a cup of hot tea for your throat on the side table. your heart warmed at their gesture. it made you wonder, was this the regular’s special or were you just a special regular? hell if you knew. but all you wanted right now was to drink some hot tea and be cuddled by the beefy men around you.

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some-insomniac-writes · 20 days

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Kiss It Better

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!bunny-hybrid!reader

summary: on a day planned to be just for just you and leon, he gets called into work. it dredges up some old memories, and upon returning home, he wants to make it better by taking extra care of his baby bunny.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, cockwarming, daddy kink, size kink, breeding kink, hurt/comfort, reader copes with her past at the shelter

word count: 6.1k

a/n: yay leon and his baby bunny finally return. i hope this lives up to the first part lol which can be found here. i have another part planned as well if people are interested. as always reblogs and comments mean the world <3

“I could never say no to my sweet baby bunny.”

A statement Leon had said off-hand in the heat of the moment. Something he’d told you as a comfort, a way of warming you up for your first intimate moments together. He hadn’t put much thought into it before it rolled out of his mouth.

But damn, if only he’d known how true it would prove to be.

The words were ringing through his head right now as you dragged him through the mall on another Saturday he dedicated entirely to spending time with you. He’d already bought you a fair amount of stuff from cute frilly socks to pretty pink panties to some tiny t-shirts he knew he’d regret as soon as you used one to get your way. And now you were heading towards a shop tucked away in the farthest corner of the shopping center. His only hope was that the location meant it was the end of the line, the last stop on your trip.

From what he could see, it sold stuffed animals amongst other items that could clutter up his house. Luckily, the small plush toys seemed to be the only things drawing your attention. Your eyes scanned the rows before fixating on a specific one that sat on the bottom shelf. You crouched down to get and pulled it to your chest, standing up again so Leon could see your selection. His eyes soften as he notices your little cottontail twitching with excitement.

He can’t help the smile that spreads on his face at the sight. His sweet girl standing there with a small plush cow in her arms. The tufts of black and white fur jutted out the top of its head near a set of foamy horns. You looked up at him with puppy eyes, which he’d come to view as unfair since he’d chosen a bunny for a reason. But they worked on him all the same.

“Baby-” he starts, but you interject, predicting his argument.

“I don’t have a cow yet,” you plead, “It’s just one more.”

“Yeah, this one is just one more. And so is the next one, and the one after that, and the one after fifty more of these things,” he teases.

“C’mon, please,” you beg, stepping close to him to lean against his chest.

“Is this your way of telling me you want your own bed again? You’re just gonna fill the one we share with more and more of these until there’s no room and I’m pushed to the floor,” he jokes.

“No,” you deny, “Plus I put them away at night anyways.”

“Most of them,” he corrects.

“Cause I need my bear to sleep,” you say with a little pout.

He swears he almost swoons. You’re too fucking cute. He knows he’s spoiled you rotten. You’re treated better than the average hybrid to put it lightly, but he was past the point of paying that any mind. That shelter he’d picked you up from never let you have stuff like this. In his mind, he was righting their wrongs, burying those sad memories with as much cute shit as he could afford. And if other people didn’t approve, if they thought he should keep you silent and on a leash, he couldn’t care less.

Looking down at you now, playfully pleading with him for that stuffed animal, he knew he could never treat you like that. He rolls his eyes and messes with your hair, gently scratching the base of your floppy ears.

“Fine,” he says, “One more.”

You all but cheer with your excitement, bouncing up to give him a fat kiss on the cheek. He takes the stuffie from you and walks to the register to pay for it. You walk, lacing your hand with his and swinging your arms back and forth.

He looks over at you and instantly remembers why he always ends up giving in. Why he can never say no. Now that you had opened up, he couldn’t get enough of you. He’d loved you before that day a few months ago, the day when he’d caught you during your attempt at self-soothing with his pillow between your legs. But since that day, a whole new layer of you had been revealed to him. The sweet and shy bunny he’d met at the shelter touched his heart first, but the affectionate and needy girl you’d allowed him to see owned it now.

He pays for your little cow, adding another bag to the collection hanging from his arm, and leads you out of the store. You tuck yourself under his arm, clinging to his abdomen.

“Thank you, daddy,” you say quietly and press a kiss to his chest.

His heart throbs at the sound of the sweet name you’d attributed to him months ago. He has to remind himself that you’re in public before any other part of his body reacts.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he says and strokes one of your ears with his free hand.

Once the pair of you reach his car, he loads your stuff in before giving you a pat on the ass as you climb in the front seat. You’re all smiles, and he couldn’t feel better. He gets in the driver’s seat and switches the car on. Your hand goes for the controls to the music right away. He always let you pick when you were with him. Each song acted as a little glimpse into you and what you liked.

As you’re selecting one you like, he feels a buzz in his pocket. He fishes his phone out as you share some of the stuff you like about the song you put on. You then start asking him where you’re going next, but the plans slowly begin to unravel as he reads the message displayed over the picture of you he had as his screensaver.

“Shit…” he mutters to himself before looking back up at you. Your ears droop in tandem with his face dropping. “Baby, I gotta drop you back at the house. I gotta take care of some stuff at work for a bit.”

He sees the disappointment in your eyes, and it kills him.

“But… I thought you took the day off,” you say. Your mood rapidly depletes. It wasn’t his fault, but it wasn’t fair. This was supposed to be a day where he was all yours. Twenty four hours where the D.S.O. laid no claim on him.

“I did, but I’ve told you how it is sometimes. I can’t get out of it some days,” he says.

“But you already stayed late all week. What else do they even need you for?” you ask. It may be irrational, but you can’t help how your mind floods with a sense of abandonment in the moment. You knew Leon would never do that, but the years you spent in that shelter had done a good job of convincing you otherwise.

“Just some formality stuff. I’ll be as quick as I can. You know I wouldn’t choose working over being with you,” he says.

Now he’s the one pleading. Your ears are flat on your head, and your eyes are fixed on your seat below you. He knows you feel wounded now even though you’re holding it in.

“If you’re mad it’s ok,” he whispers and reaches out to stroke your jawline, “You can be upset, honey. I won’t get mad at you. I know you were excited about today.”

As much as you had opened up, he could tell you still shied away from showing too much negative emotion. He knew you’d gone through some punishments at the shelter you were still too scared to talk about.

“It’s not your fault,” you say and shrug, dejection all over your features.

He sighs and starts the car, pulling out of the parking space, and heading towards the house. “I know it’s not, but you can still let out some frustration. I wouldn't think you’re ungrateful if that’s what you’re worried about. You wouldn’t get in trouble,” he says, keeping his tone gentle.

You bring your feet up onto the seat and retreat into yourself a bit. With a simple shake of your head, he knows the topic has closed.

He lets out a quiet sigh as he drives down the road. It drips with the frustration that he’s letting you down. He can’t reach inside your head and pull out the negative effects of the shelter. He can’t tell the D.S.O. to fuck off and let him spend as many hours as he wants with his precious girl. All he can do is pull into the driveway and watch you get out of the car, your posture slightly slumped with the encroaching feelings of loneliness. You pull your shopping bags from the car. At least you give him a little parting kiss so he doesn’t feel completely emaciated.

He watches your sad trudge into the house before taking the car back out of the driveway and down the same road in the opposite direction.

Inside the house, the silence dominates you. You pad down the hallway to the bedroom that had once belonged solely to Leon. Dropping the bags of clothes near the door, you then hop on the bed and toss your new little cow up near your other pillows. Your eyes linger on the ceiling. You’d become familiar with the insignificant bumps and ridges above that provided a distraction on sleepless nights. Nights where you just needed to tune everything out and count them to avoid being haunted by the past.

Before Leon had taken you in, you always imagined you’d enjoy the quiet of a real home. The shelter always echoed with loud cries of sorrow, screams of anger, and whimpers of hopelessness. You’d lie on the thin mattress tucked in the corner of your area and try to dream of the days your bed would be lush with pillows and blankets, decorated how you liked and surrounded by the peace of you and whoever had chosen to love you.

And now those days have come. They’re real. You didn’t have to deal with the constant atmosphere of despair or the looming threat of punishment for acting like a human being. So why was it so easy for you to tumble into sadness like this? Why did the quiet no longer mean sanctuary but rather the absence of the person you loved most in this world? You could never work it out. It was too hard. Any time you tried you ended up spiraling into even more self loathing. Because there’s nothing to be sad about anymore. There’s no reason to feel like this. That stuff shouldn’t bother you; it’s nothing more than a collection of ugly memories at this point. Why couldn’t you be grateful for the life Leon had given you? The man gave you just about anything under the sun you could want, so why did one minor inconvenience have to throw you off this badly?

The bags by the door didn’t make you smile anymore. They only brought guilt. You didn’t deserve them. All the gifts and love he lavished upon you would never make you into what you were supposed to be.

Your thoughts consume you for longer than you notice. The sky darkens outside, tinting the room with a violet haze. You lie on the bed under your self-made cloud of gloom for hours, not noticing how much time has passed until you hear the garage door closing and footsteps getting closer. You glance at the bedroom door as it opens silently.

Of course, it’s Leon. His eyes fill with concern at the sight of you. He’d seen you down before but never so deflated. His face now resembles how he looked when he caught you humping his pillow all those months ago, but it’s also distinctly different. He still has curiosity in his gaze, not able to pin down what exactly is the reason for the present circumstances. Though the reaction this time is more worried than surprised. Your present state doesn’t shock him; instead he feels a protective instinct flare within him.

He approaches the bed and sits next to your limp form. His palm rubs up and down your arm slowly. “Hey baby,” he says softly, “You doing ok?”

You look up at him and nod. Sitting up, you scoot to him and align your side with his. Your legs extend out in the opposite direction of him as your head rests on the curve of his shoulder. “I just missed you,” you say softly, your arms encircling the circumference of his bicep.

He presses a kiss to the crown of your head and starts rubbing your back. “You do anything fun while I was gone?” he asks.

“Nothing special,” you respond, “Think shopping made me sleepy.”

You speak with a soft tone of voice, attempting to further the idea that this was merely a bout of tiredness. His eyebrows rise with suspicion. As cute as you look with your cheek squished against his shoulder, he pulls your body around and seats you on his lap. His fingers sweep down your jaw and guide you to look up at him.

“You sure you’re just tired? Nothing else? We weren’t out for that long. I just wanna make sure you’re alright,” he says, trying to show you with how he speaks that it’s not an accusation.

But you remain firm in your convictions and nod. “Mhm, I’m already feeling better. I just needed a little rest,” you assure him and tuck your face against his neck.

It’s not a lie. You were feeling better now that he had returned, each passing moment had little improvement for your mood. But he knew something still wasn’t right. He strokes down the silky expanse of your ears while his other hand massages the base of your tail.

“Well, I missed you too, y’know? Couldn’t stop thinking about my sweet baby bunny the whole time I was at work,” he says.

You were already melting against his chest from the physical contact, but now a smile graces your features. “Really?” you ask, looking up at him again.

“Really,” he confirms, “I felt pretty bad leaving you all alone when it was supposed to be our day.”

“Oh, you don’t have to fe-” you start before he interrupts.

“No, I told you the day was gonna be for us. So how about this?” he asks, rubbing his thumb back and forth over your chin, “How about instead we make it a night for us? I’ll give you a nice bath, put you in some of the new stuff I got you.”

He kisses your head again, then your temple, then your cheek.

“Maybe daddy’ll even give you a special treat before you fall asleep,” he murmurs before kissing your lips.

Taking in a deep breath, you nod. You’re helpless when he treats you like this, disagreeing doesn’t even seem like an option.

“Will you get in the bath with me though?” you ask.

He grins and rises off the bed with you in his arms. “Of course. Anything for my baby bunny.”

The two of you head to the attached bathroom. He sits you on the counter while drawing the bath. Steam drifts up into the hair from the hot water pooling in the tub. He lights some candles, dims the lights, and lets you pick out the scent of bubbles you want.

You sit on the laminate countertop, lazily swinging your dangling legs as you watch him. He checks the temperature of the water multiple times and stares at the clear liquid coming from the bottle of bubble bath. Once that’s taken care of, it’s your turn. He slips your shirt over your head and your bottoms down your legs like you’re the most delicate thing on the face of the earth. Kisses land on your jaw as he pulls your panties off too and drops them in the hamper with the other articles of clothing. So meticulous about everything, at least when it came to you.

He scoops you up again and brings you to the bath, setting you down in the water before twisting the faucet off and discarding his own clothing. Then he climbs in behind you, slotting his body between yours and the cool marble.

“C’mere, baby. Nice and close to daddy,” he murmurs as he pulls you onto his thighs.

You sink into his chest. The feeling of his skin against yours is almost enough to make it all better, enough to make you forget about earlier. You nuzzle into his muscular front, making him smile. He strokes your face and takes care to avoid getting your ears wet.

Both baths and showers used to make you anxious, and he knew that. One of the details you had shared with him about your life at the shelter was having to share the space with all the other hybrids, including the bathrooms. You’d told him how much you hated it, and he could only imagine. He tried extra hard now to make both as comfortable for you as possible, pampering you like an absolute princess.

Thinking about all this, him going above and beyond for you like he always did, makes you turn more into his body. Your arms loop around him, and you place your head beside his, obscuring your downtrodden expression from his vision. Your chin rests on his shoulder as he returns the embrace and holds you closer.

“My perfect girl,” he whispers.

The words are complimentary, but right now, the second in particular stings like a blade. You nestle your face against the warmth of his throat and tighten your limbs around him, trying to drown out the bad swirling inside of you with the feeling of his flesh on yours.

He knows you’re still acting a little unusual. Maybe your heat was right around the corner and it had you feeling extra needy. Maybe you were just still a bit sad about missing out on a day with him. He wasn’t totally sure, but he just wanted to make it better. And the way you were starting to press against him, breasts flush against his chest and the warmth of your thighs pressing against either side of him had his cock starting to stiffen up.

“Sweet thing… you wanna feel a little closer, hm?” he murmurs, fingertips rubbing tiny circles into the small of your back.

You weakly nod.

“Is this close enough? Or should daddy get even closer? I think being inside would feel even better,” he whispers.

You nod again, this time with more motivation. “Please daddy,” you mumble.

“Of course. All you had to do was ask,” he says. He lazily strokes himself a few times beneath the water, getting himself a little harder before he lifts you slightly and slides in.

A soft moan drifts out of you as he lowers you again. You put your head back down on him and sit with the comfort of being full.

“There’s my baby bunny,” he coos in a low voice.

He also takes in the feeling of your tight walls sucking him in. The feeling of your warm, wet embrace wrapped around him.

The two of you sit quietly for a while more, the bathroom silent except for the occasional trickle of water when one of you shifts. Flickering lights from the candles paint the walls in dim orange as the scent of the bubble bath takes over the air completely.

But to Leon’s dismay, your mood doesn’t seem to be brightening up. You don’t start squirming with the need to ride him like you normally would. You don’t get extra sappy with him and start going for more kisses or longing looks.

He reaches for the wash cloth resting on the brim of the tub and soaks it in the water. He squirts some soap onto it and gently rubs it up and down your back. He can feel your muscles losing some of their tension, but you’re still withdrawn. He continues tenderly cleaning you off while you sit with him inside you.

After a few moments more, not knowing becomes unbearable. “Honey, what’s wrong?” he asks softly.

“Nothing, I’m-”

“You’re not just sleepy,” he interjects. His voice is still loving despite the confrontational manner of the conversation.

He gently guides you away from his body so you’re kneeling straight up in the bath. His eyes scan you over, trying to make this easier by figuring out what it is, but he can’t. He brings the wash cloth up to your chest and starts brushing it against your chest, between your breasts, and down your belly.

“I know something’s wrong, and I know you’re scared of talking about things like this. But I would honestly prefer you telling me what it is, even if it comes out harsh, to sitting here and trying to figure out what’s bothering you,” he says as he rubs your skin with the soft cloth.

“I don’t know,” you say timidly.

“I’m only asking because I care. I can’t help you if I don’t know what the problem is. Seeing you hurting hurts me too, baby,” he responds.

“I’m not lying. I don’t know,” you say again, some defensiveness seeping into your words, “I don’t know why I feel bad. I don’t know how to tell you what’s wrong. I just- I felt sad earlier, and I know I shouldn’t feel sad which makes me more sad.”

He sees the panic rising in your eyes and hears your words becoming more rushed. In an effort to keep the situation controlled, he pulls you back to his chest, hushing your worries by engulfing you with his arms. You reciprocate the motion, eager to retreat from your emotions. He takes a pause to grapple with what you had just said.

“What do you mean you shouldn’t feel sad?” he asks.

“Because… because there’s no reason to be sad,” you answer.

“If you’re sad, then there’s a reason to be sad,” he says and looks down at you with growing concern.

You shake your head. “No, there isn’t,” you whimper. You start to feel tears collecting in your eyes while your throat feels like it’s constricting. “You make everything so perfect for me, and I can’t do the same for you.”

He’s beyond confused at this point. He feels a couple tears fall against his neck, and all he can do is hold you tighter.

“Woah, woah, baby, c’mon,” he says, trying to prevent more tears, “What are you talking about? Perfect? I don’t expect you to be perfect.”

“Yeah, exactly because you are perfect. You never push me. You never ask for too much. You never do anything bad, and I still get like this,” you cry.

“... Is that a bad thing?” he asks, still lost.

“No, but I just wanna be perfect for you too. You work so hard all the time at your job, and then you come home and you have to deal with me,” you weep and cling onto him more, “I don’t deserve you.”

“Don’t say that,” he says in a hushed voice, “You’re exactly what I want. I couldn’t ask for anything more than you.”

“Yes, you could. You deserve someone who can give you what you give. You deserve someone who’s not fucked up by stupid stuff from the past,” you cry, “I’ll never be a perfect pet, and I don’t wanna disappoint you.”

His chest aches and tightens up when he hears that. He starts to pull out, figuring this wasn’t the time to be balls deep inside you, but you stay locked around him so he stays put.

“Sweetheart, you’re not… I don’t see you as…” he starts, being careful with his words.

You continue your quiet crying against him.

“You’re more than a pet to me,” he decides, soft but firm, “You don’t disappoint me ever. You can’t disappoint me because I don’t have expectations of what you should be. You’re not some dumb animal that I want to mold into a fantasy. I know you were treated like that before, but that’s not what you are to me. You’re my baby bunny. My little love.”

More tears spill out onto him. The bathwater ripples with the shaking of your body.

“You’re not fucked up,” he whispers, “That stuff you went through at the shelter, that’s a big deal. I don’t expect you to just be able to move on from that like it’s normal. You need some extra care, and I’ve known that since the first day you came home with me. It’s not a bad thing. It’s something I love about you. I’m not dealing with you when we do things like this. You’re not a burden to me.”

“Promise?” is all you can choke out right now.

“I promise, baby. Cross my heart and hope to die,” he murmurs and kisses your temple. He sighs and squeezes his arms around you before saying a little more amidst the quiet of the bathroom. “I’m not gonna pretend I know exactly how you feel. But I know how it is to get shoved into a life you didn’t ask for. To get expectations put on you that you can never meet. I don’t want you to feel like that with me. I love you, and I’m gonna love you whether you’re a perfect ‘pet’ or not. That’s not what’s important to me.”

You know he’s being genuine. You hold yourself closer and press a few faint kisses to his throat. “I’m sorry,” you cry.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” he whispers, “Just try and calm down for me, sweet girl. Take some deep breaths.”

You do as he says and work towards settling down. Your breathing slows, and the tears slowly stop. He grabs another washcloth and wets it. He guides your head up and gives you a small kiss before dabbing at your cheeks and cleaning your face of any remaining sadness. Your eyes flutter shut and relax under the loving care of his movements. He tends to your hair next, caring for it how you need.

Once your bath is done, he pulls out of you. You give him a little pout, bringing a smirk to his face.

“Patience, little one,” he teases before standing up with you in his arms.

He taps the stopper with his foot, draining the bathtub as he steps out. He sets you down so he can wrap a towel around his waist and then bundles you up in a big fluffy one. He dries you off and brings you in front of the mirror. He applies some product to your ears, something he’d gotten to keep them from drying out. You can’t help the smile on your face as his fingers gently rub down your long, fluffy ears. You can feel his love through his motions. He follows it with your hair routine, going through each step with precision and making sure to do it just how you like.

Before he takes you to the bedroom, his arms curl around your waist and he slots his head next to yours, gazing into your eyes through the reflective glass of the mirror.

“My baby bunny,” is all he says before pulling you out to the bed and laying you down on it.

He gets some of your lotion, a scent he’d become so familiar with. He rubs it all up and down your legs, taking time to lightly massage as he works. His hands glide all over your body, over your hips, up your sides, across your chest, and down your arms to your hands. Every inch of you was going to feel soft as silk if he could help it. The soft sighs of pleasure that come from you are enough to keep him thoroughly invested in the process.

When he’s finished, he plants a kiss on your lips and gets up. He heads to the door where you had dropped the shopping bags from earlier. He’s rifling through them, pulling out some new items you could wear to bed. He fishes out a cute t-shirt and some smooth panties when he hears your voice call to him.

“Wait, daddy?” you say.

“Yeah, baby?” he responds immediately, looking over his shoulder at you.

“Come back,” you request.

He looks at you curiously but stands up and walks back to the edge of the bed where you were sitting. Looking down at you lovingly, he holds your jaw and squeezes your cheeks. “What is it?”

“I don’t wanna get dressed yet… Maybe I could still have my treat… if you want to,” you initiate timidly while grabbing the hem of his towel.

He smiles and breathes out a laugh. “Yeah? You’re feeling better and need daddy again?” he asks teasingly, letting you tug the towel loose. It crumples to the floor behind his legs and unveils his cock to you.

“Always need my daddy,” you say, looking up at him.

“Don’t I know it,” he teases.

He pushes you back on the bed and crawls on top of you. Leaning down, he kisses and nips at your neck. His hands squeeze your hips. You nuzzle the side of his head affectionately. Out of the corner of your eye you see him swat away the plush cow that sat nearby on a pillow from when you’d thrown it earlier.

“Hey,” you say, feigning protest, “That’s mean. He didn’t do anything.”

“I’m sure he’ll forgive me,” he says with a grin.

Your body is already exposed from the bath, and he takes advantage. He kisses down along your collarbone towards the valley of your breasts. His palms cup them at the sides as his lips coast over them. He always took his time with you when he could. He’d get to rush when you were in heat and soaked just from being in the room with him.

Your fingers lace through the strands of his hair as you draw in a sharp breath. He laves at your nipples and the sensitive flesh of your breasts. His tongue caresses along the curves slowly, building your anticipation and causing your tummy to start fluttering.

His hand slides down your body, dipping between your legs to seek out your center. His fingers brush against the velvet folds and feel how they’re beginning to grow slick with your arousal. He swirls around your clit before pressing down on the sensitive nub and rubbing. Your lips part as you mewl.

“Is daddy already making you feel good, baby?” he coos.

You nod as your face starts to morph into that pouty look you get when you’re worked up. He loves every second of it and continues flicking his middle finger against the bud.

“You gonna let me show you how perfect you are, hm?” he asks.

You simply whine in response and tilt your head back against the pillows.

“That’s my girl. So fuckin’ pretty when you get like this,” he says.

He swipes his fingers up and down some more until he feels you're wet enough and ready to take him. He was certain you could take it without as much prep. Over the last couple of months, you’d you’d shown him the phrase “fucking like rabbits” was true after all, but he liked making you feel like you needed it. He like dragging his tip against your entrance, teasingly prodding the head of his cock at your hole. He savored the way you whine and squirm for it. Just like you were doing right now.

He pushes it in you, a deep groan coming from him as he sinks in all the way to the hilt. The way your eyes flutter and droop drives him crazy. His arms cage you down on the mattress as his knees sink into the plush blankets for leverage so that he can start thrusting.

“Perfect fit, that’s for sure,” he grunts, “No one else can take my cock like you can.”

You nod, whimpering and holding onto him. “Made for my daddy,” you say before gasping.

“Yeah you were. My perfect angel bunny. Sent down just for me,” he says and starts rocking his hips.

You writhe within the confines of his arms. Your breasts push up against his chest as your back arches. He fucks into you deep as he can, just how he knows you like it. Gripping your wrists, he pins them on the mattress, keeping you secure and in place so that he can piston his hips against you without interruption.

His own head tilts back, eyes shutting and lips separating the smallest bit. You gaze up at him like he’s the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen. Every bit of him makes you clamp around his length.

“Such a good girl,” he mutters, “This is just what you needed. Just needed daddy to breed you and get you nice and calm again.”

That word makes your fuse burn faster, and you nod vigorously. “Can’t help it daddy,” you whimper, “I’m just a bunny. Don’t know any better.”

“Oh, I know, baby. Sweet little bunny like you needs to be bred. You need daddy’s cock to function, don’t you? Nothing feels right if you haven’t been bred,” he says, picking up more speed.

“Mhm,” you squeak.

Your legs start trembling hard as he hammers into your sweet spot over and over. To stabilize you, he lets go of your wrists and places his palms on the back of your thighs. He’s pressing you so hard into the mattress it feels like you might drop through straight to the floor. You cry out for him again and again, spurring him on.

“Good girl. I gotta breed my perfect little bunny. Fuck you nice and full like you deserve,” he grunts. The bed creaks with the force of his movements.

He pants as he drills into you. His head eventually falls forward to your shoulder again, but his hips don’t stop rolling.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum so hard, you’re gonna end up with a whole litter,” he moans.

Your eyes roll back and your legs lock around his waist. “Need it, daddy. Please,” you whine and clutch at his shoulders.

“I need it too baby. Need to knock up my sweet baby bunny. Gotta get you nice and full so everyone knows you’re all mine,” he says.

You’re both almost at the peak, gripping each other as tight as possible, sucking in air like there’s a limited supply. Both of you are moments from snapping when Leon’s eyes screw shut, his mind clouded by images of you pregnant with his babies. It’s too much, and he’s snapping into you like he’ll die otherwise.

“You’re gonna be the prettiest mama to our perfect babies,” he moans against you before his body starts sputtering.

The feeling of his cum flooding into you is enough to throw you over the edge with him. You seize up, back arching off the bed like you're possessed. You babble out some words of love, but all of it gets lost. You’re so jumbled up from the high, you both can only cling to each other as you ride it out.

You’re still breathing heavy as you come down, and so is he. Puffs of his breath come out right next to your ear. He lazily kisses below the lobe as you come back to reality.

“You see how important to me you are? See how much I love you?” he murmurs as he carefully rolls over and brings you to rest on his chest with him still buried inside you.

You nod and peck his jaw as you settle against him.

“Good. I never want you thinking like that again. If you ever need a reminder of what I think of you, I want you to tell me, and I’ll give you this same reminder.”

“I will,” you agree softly as he strokes your back.

You’re both exhausted from the exertion and the long day. He’s content to just melt into the bed while tangled up with you.

“Gonna keep you plugged up for a while, baby. Gotta make sure it takes, my sweet girl,” he mumbles as his eyes start drooping.

You gaze up at him, pretty sure you have hearts in your eyes. Your doubt and sadness had been abated for now. You nuzzle him and kiss his chest before trying to get some rest yourself.

“Love you daddy. So so much,” you whisper.

#As someone who struggles with feelings of never being enough for a partner #this shit HIT #Like you gonna patch up my heart?#and then ALSO rail my brains out?#Chef’s kiss #beautiful #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy smut #resident evil imagines #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #resident evil x you

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18+ mdni

Older Joel Miller would be the type to hold you by the back of the neck and tilt your head down to make you watch while he fucked you.

A heavy hand keeps you trapped while fingers prod at the sensitive tendons under your skin, forcing you to watch every devastating thrust as he buries his cock between your soaked folds.

“Look how wet you’re gettin’.” He’d brazenly drawl while eyeing your messy thighs and the syrupy slick that stains a creamy ring around his girth. He’d grind your pelvis, torturing your clit with the damp, wiry hairs that litter the base of his cock. “Suckin’ me right in.”

He’d hook his free hand under your jaw, content with your submission when your eyes go glossy and dumb, and tip your ragdoll head until he’s penetrating your soul with a hooded, possessive stare.

“Got you right where I want you.” He’d mock as a dark smirk tugs at his lips. His ominous tone slithers around your heart, and it makes your cunt anxiously clench. “You’re gonna be achin’ for days.”

#IRGGGGGHHHH #HHHHHHHH #FUCKS HIM FUCKS HIM F UHHH #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller drabble #pedro pascal

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leon sadandemotionallyunavailable kennedy :<<<

#moans #eats this art with a knife and fork #resident evil #leon kennedy #ada wong #resident evil fanart #resident evil art #leon kennedy fanart #leon kennedy art #corukant #corukant art #digital art

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Hiiii Bee, I was scrolling through and found the aftercare subspace headcanons but I’m thirsty af, so could I get a drabble or hc of subspace-y reader in the moment? Love your writing ❤️

Sat down and SPED through this request I LOVE sweet syrupy subspace reader URGHHHHHH bangs my fist against the table

Little drabble of reader in subspace while Leon ‘takes care’ of them.

NSFW OBVIOUSLY!!! AFAB (but gender neutral) reader, p in v, sweet talk and praise, soft dom Leon, descriptions of subspace, very fluffy sex!

(Word count: 1090 est.)

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It’s a true privilege for him to see you like this. To have pounded, ground and fucked you well enough to send you sinking down into such a soft state of mind. It’s the best type of quicksand, not that awful stuff dramatised in films. Slow, slow, sunk. To the bottom where your feet rest at the end of the bed, and your back arches from the blankets so your chest may kiss the cool air of the bedroom. Embrace the cold with the heat of the moment.

It’s plush where you lay right now, how you feel lightweight. Clouded with the pleasure being thrusted upon you, open lips drinking in the security your boyfriend offers you. Your brain’s slowed down to nothing but honey, stuffed with fluff till you’re as cottony as a pillow. Something to rest that weary head.

And it’s all thanks to Leon.

That fogged over haze in your eyes told Leon enough, the way you stared so longingly at him. As if he were out of reach, so close yet so far. You couldn’t help but whimper at the cruelty of it all. How unfair that you can’t crawl into his skin and live within the warmth he’s created for you. Take shelter in his existence. But this? This will most definitely do.

“Shh, I know sweetie. I know.”

It’s a coo. A gentle shush, like someone would a whining puppy. Whimpering, gasping, mewing every time he rocks down into your soaked through pussy. You were a sweet thing but oh so sloppy. Truly adorable.

A scratched over palm holds your cheek between the grinding of his cock into you. Something sickly sweet despite how rough his fingers are. But he’s never rough with you. Not in the ways he’d find wrong, at least. Can’t stand the thought of ruining this for his angel. Especially when you’re like this. Eyelids fluttering closed, butterfly wings beating to a restful stop. Taking a break from drawing the nectar from his heart with those round glossy eyes of yours. How generous of you.

He’s raspy. Not smooth and silky like you, but rather like that of gravel on country roads and whiskey on the rocks. Burning taste to linger in your throat when he caters to your every need like this. Sipping at his lips every few minutes to take in that tang.

The gravel in his voice churns, like that of tumbling rocks to turn mud-covered stone to crystal. “Feels real good, doesn’t it?”

He knows the answer. Leon always does. But how is he supposed to resist when sweet and milky sounds trickle to your chin. “Mhm..” He’d drink you in a million times more, and then some.

“Yeah? That’s good, sweetheart.”

He’s got your legs thrown over his shoulders, keeping you spread for him. Such vulnerability beneath him, out in the open. Something that can’t be put back. He takes care of you in ways many people just couldn’t. Understands that this goes deeper than flesh and bone, deeper than just sex. You chew on the knuckle of one of your fingers just to suppress each weak sound that trickles from your mouth. Drooling every syllable down onto his ego so he might clean it off with a washcloth once you come back down from this high.

And god how he loves it.

“Where’s my baby?”

Fuck, those words. It draws you in like the promise of something rich and raw, of lusting and loving only ever spoken of in those overpriced novels. But he makes good on that promise once you meet his eyes. Gives you that lazy half-smile that screams pure adoration without a pluck at his vocal chords.

“There they are. Hi, darlin’.”

It draws a quiet gasp from your spit-soaked lips when Leon changes the angle, rather choosing to roll his hips in long, hard motions. Makes sure you can grip onto him in some way, this time it’s his arms. He’ll always do that for you. Be your anchor. You need it in your current mindset, where everything floats atop the clouds. Strung up on coloured balloons your mind dare not pop. Be gentle, be tender. Lay beneath your love and take what he gives. You’re so blissfully unaware of everything else in the world. And yeah, this brings tears to your lash line. All of this, every inch of his care and every centimetre of his love. Hard to tell if you’re crying from the drowsy euphoria of subspace or from how his dick rubs over your g-spot on every stroke. Leon really does know you inside and out. The feeling has you squeezing him in short bursts, as if even your cunt can’t keep up with what’s going on. You’re just feeling far too slow. Too comfortable in your dumb, syrupy state.

He is safety. Even as he picks up the pace to hump nice and deep into your squelching pussy, making you whine and moan. He’s filling the hole in your head, your heart, and your body. Drawing the sweetest string of noises from your throat. If he had the time he’d hang that twined melody above the bed frame like polaroid pictures, look up at them every night before sleep so he can cherish every aspect of you. Especially this one. The one you only entrust him with.

It’s such an overwhelming sense of bliss to go mindless, to bestow all of your trust in another human. But you hand your heart and soul to Leon and in return he cradles and kisses it, presses his lips to your forehead. He goes on to take your finger from your mouth, holds your hand iin his own. He’s careful as he pushes the back of your knuckles into the cushioned mattress. You’re porcelain to him in this condition, worried if he makes one wrong move you may crash and shatter. So he rubs every scratch and crevice, Kintsugi level stuff. Takes your wounds, your insecurities and worries, and traces them with gold so he might help rebuild you. It makes your head lull back against the frilled edges of your pillow, every ruffle outlining your silhouette. Forms a few points in all the right spots, curves to form such a shape.

“Mmph.. Leon..”

A crown. Maybe even a halo. Resting against the pillows like something out of a storybook.

Don’t worry honey, he’s gonna rewrite your brain for you. Make sure the clouds know your name and presence for the next hour.

“Shh, puppy. I’ve gotcha.”

You’re safe with him.

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Hiiii Bee, I was scrolling through and found the aftercare subspace headcanons but I’m thirsty af, so could I get a drabble or hc of subspace-y reader in the moment? Love your writing ❤️

Sat down and SPED through this request I LOVE sweet syrupy subspace reader URGHHHHHH bangs my fist against the table

Little drabble of reader in subspace while Leon ‘takes care’ of them.

NSFW OBVIOUSLY!!! AFAB (but gender neutral) reader, p in v, sweet talk and praise, soft dom Leon, descriptions of subspace, very fluffy sex!

(Word count: 1090 est.)

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And it’s all thanks to Leon.

“Shh, I know sweetie. I know.”

The gravel in his voice churns, like that of tumbling rocks to turn mud-covered stone to crystal. “Feels real good, doesn’t it?”

He knows the answer. Leon always does. But how is he supposed to resist when sweet and milky sounds trickle to your chin. “Mhm..” He’d drink you in a million times more, and then some.

“Yeah? That’s good, sweetheart.”

And god how he loves it.

“Where’s my baby?”

“There they are. Hi, darlin’.”

“Mmph.. Leon..”

A crown. Maybe even a halo. Resting against the pillows like something out of a storybook.

Don’t worry honey, he’s gonna rewrite your brain for you. Make sure the clouds know your name and presence for the next hour.

“Shh, puppy. I’ve gotcha.”

You’re safe with him.

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