#【 ° ☾ .:｡kennedy. 】

[crsssie]

silver and gold - professor!leon kennedy x reader

Professor Kennedy is marri...ed?

Well, perhaps a better term would be pining. He's relatively young, a survivor of Raccoon City, and a PhD candidate, so professor is a term he tends to steer away from. So, it's unsurprising to find him blinking doe-eyed at another professor, questions spilling past his tongue at his peer who's studying a similar topic, desperate to understand more from his... friend?

The issue lies in the fact that the two match rings, pretty silver and gold on their respective hands, carving exactly the same as the two of them wander around campus with similar books and discuss similar topics, so many of Leon's students really wonder if he's married or one of you are just... oblivious.

You entertain his questions, and he entertains yours, and the two of you bump shoulders while walking across campus, your bag sometimes on Leon's shoulder as you click through your laptop.

It's a term of respect, though, to call Leon a professor is more about respect than formality.

So, some students get a little nosy, asking during office hours if he's dating you, to which he always responds no.

Because he's not dating you, he's married to you.

Not that his students need to know.

[bambisafe]

also, may I request a meet-cute w/ leon? he goes to a book store, record store, or whatever and reader so happens to work there. he thinks they're so pretty that he acts lost as to attract their attention (he's such a loser)

bumping into you at a bookstore

leon kennedy / gn!reader

warnings : reader is an employee, mentions of barnes & noble (i’ve never been, apologies for inaccuracies), american dollars, leon is bad at romance and extremely socially awkward (funny), leon tells one bad dad joke, hinted that leon craves something long-term.

word count : 805

author’s note : yes i did put leon in a henley. specifically black or gray. if any artists see this i encourage you to draw him in one. also picture any version of him you want.

leon didn’t get many days off but when he did it was often dull in comparison to his usually turbulent life. sitting and lazing around was not an option. he couldn’t sit still and mindlessly watch tv to pass time.

so on a whim, he decided to stop by non other than a barnes & noble.

was he a reader? casually, yes but definitely not enough to go out of his way to browse bookstores. most of his copies are old, well-loved, gifts from friends. but why not try something new?

the evening was chilly— enough for a long-sleeve and a hot drink. dark. storm clouds threatening possible rain overhead. the atmosphere for a good mystery novel was perfect.

stepping inside, leon is immediately hit with the smell of fresh paper and coffee. he takes a careful scan around. lots of choices, he notes mentally.

“welcome in!” a voice calls from his left and the blond is quick to find its source.

and to his pleasant surprise, he finds you, looking awful friendly in a wool sweater and a smile.

“can i help you find anything?” you wonder, rounding the front counter and making your way toward him.

he takes notice that you smell really nice. and— wow, you’re much prettier up close.

“uh, yeah, actually,” comes his steady timbre, hands stuffed in his pockets, henley stretching deliciously across his broad chest. “i was hoping you could lead me toward the mystery, or thriller, section?”

you beam at that, pretty smile widening, displaying teeth. “absolutely. this way.”

waving a hand in a silent follow me gesture, leon follows you to the back where a wide selection of mystery and thriller novels sat, spanning from short books to long slow-burns.

“personally, i recommend this one if you’re into classics,” you grin, having plucked a copy of agatha christie’s murder on the orient express. “it’s a classic for a reason! snowy terrain, trapped-whodunit vibes. i think you’d like it.”

you’re rambling. and it’s precious.

the usual blank expression on his pretty face lightens up as the corner of his mouth rises in a very subtle half-smile. your spirit is refreshing.

“and if you’re into seasonal stuff, i’ve got halloween and christmas themed stuff. too.”

-

leon hadn’t even realized it until he glanced down at the bulky watch on his wrist but he stood in that mystery section talking to you for twenty minutes. not that he was complaining, but time sure does fly.

you’re already ringing him up by the time his hands touch the counter, gaze unmoving, watching you like a hawk.

“aaand that’ll be $45.19,” you beam, hands clasped in front of you.

he tilts his head, unimpressed. “you’re tellin’ me i gotta pay for all this?”

you quickly catch on to the joke, albeit the very bad joke, and chuckle warmly, like marshmallows melting over hot chocolate.

“unfortunately, yeah,” you nod, clicking your tongue. “good thing they’re worth the price.” you gesture to his newly purchased books, one of which was the christie novel you recommended.

“guess so,” leon agrees with faux reluctance, digging a leather wallet from his back pocket and pulling out a debit card that’d definitely seen better days.

after his transaction went through and you slid his bagged books over along with a receipt, leon found himself lingering by the counter, not yet wanting to leave. despite only knowing you for thirty minutes max— he doesn’t even know your name yet —he wasn’t ready to leave. to possibly say goodbye forever.

“listen—“ he glanced at your name tag, spoke it aloud before his eyes found your face. “this isn’t something i’d usually do, and i know we barely know each other, but…”

leon pauses, runs the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip. “i like you,” for someone who’s usually so confident on the field, he’s rather shy in the presence of someone so pretty.

“think i could get your number?” as soon as the question leaves his mouth, he feels the tips of his ears turn pink, quick to wave a hand. “you don’t have to—“

“i want to,” you butt in, eyes warm, welcoming. shimmering. filled with just the right about of domesticity he secretly longs for.

picking up a stray pen, you scrawl your number down and hand over a yellow sticky note.

“let me know it’s you—“ you trail off, realizing very suddenly that you don’t even know this man’s name.

“uh, leon,” he’s absolutely red in the ears now. “i’ll let you know,” he takes the slip of paper, fiddles with it. “i’ll text you?”

you nod, looking rather flushed yourself, but smiling all the while. “yeah. later tonight.”

phew, that worked out.

“alright, i’ll…” he picks his new purchase off the counter, backpedals one step. “see you ‘round.”

you do see him ‘round.

[miidnighters]

@lcngdays Kennedy said “ i got your shirt all bloody. ”

"I mean yeah, but you've got bigger problems." Sure, theres a big smear of blood over the sleeve of her shirt, but they had bloody palms from where they went down and they were both currently sitting on the pavement looking at each other. A bit dumbly, in Lulu's case.

"Are you gonna be fine to get wherever you're going like that? Or like, my apartments just there," She points to a building across the road. "If you're not too wary of stranger danger and wanna like, wash up. I'm not a murderer, I promise."

[crsssie]

HELP MY JAW JUST DROPPED IM GONNA ECPLODE AND WOAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH. MY GOADD AKSJHFDS FJDHG KSDGHDSKFJHSD FKSDHF WOAHHHUH OMG OMG OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG AUGHHGHHGHGHHGHGHG

F1 RACER LEON S. KENNEDY 🏎️🏁

Inspired by @idyllcy fic 😔🙌🏻 hands down one of my fave, credits to her also for his f1 uniform designnn🫶🏻

[0ctobres]

tag dump: leon

[vaarulv]

tag drop.

[secretlyazombi3]

omg i'm obsessed with your fics!! could you make a suggestive R4r sub! Leon? He's waiting for his girlfriend to come back to bed so he can finally sleep, but when she lies down, Leon feels needy for affection and touch :(( But he doesn't dare say it out loud, he's supposed to be the tough one in the relationship, so he just sticks to her body and lets his hands wander all over her. Now he looks like a complete pervert just sticking to her chest while Reader has to hold back from saying some mocking comment about his need (。>︿<)

Too Touch Starved ! ☾⋆⁺₊✧

leon kennedy x fem! reader

๋࣭ ⭑⚝word count:  1.5k ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ NSFW (not v explicit, very suggestive), alluding to more at the end, 2nd person, subby leon YAY, very fluffy, leon is a bit of a perv :3

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ summary: leon's desperate for physical attention, he gets touchy with his girlfriend as they cuddle, falsely assuming she's sleeping.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ a/n: ty for the requestt :33 this was actually rlly cute i liked writing this >_<

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Leon was curled up in bed, his body facing the side of the bed you'd normally sleep on, patiently waiting for you to finally finish getting ready for bed and just lay down next to him.

Leon normally didn’t like night time, he was an extreme insomniac. Most nights he spent staring up at the ceiling, lost in a sea of thoughts, unable to just close his eyes and finally get some rest. 

But with you around? At least you gave him company. He could spend the whole night happily thinking about you, admiring how pretty you looked while resting rather than spending hours reminiscing on Raccoon City, or Spain, or any other bullshit from his past. Your body beside him kept him warm all night, and hugging you was a thousand times better than hugging his pillow. 

Leon whined your name from the room to call you over, he felt pathetic but he couldn’t help it; he wanted you. 

“You’re so clingy.” you mumbled as you rushed out the bathroom, turning off the light as you left and entered the bedroom. 

“No ‘m not.” Leon grunted from the bed, his face hard to make out in the darkness of the room. 

You crawled on top of the bed and peeled back the fluffy comforters and crawled under, all the heat from Leon’s body trapped beneath the blanket.

“You are clingy, but it’s okay, I love that about you.” you said quietly as you settled yourself in bed. Leon didn’t reply fully, only letting out an incoherent mumble like a fussy toddler. It was too dark to see what expression Leon had on his face, but you’d guess he was looking all grumpy like usual. He hated when you called him clingy or anything like that. It made him feel emasculated. He knew it was stupid, but he couldn’t help it.

You leaned over and gave Leon a quick peck on the cheek. “Goodnight. Love you. Mwah.” You said to him with a smile before laying down beside him, facing away and toward the wall so you would be the little spoon. 

Leon wrapped his muscular arms around you, pulling you close to his body, pressing your back against his chest. He threw one of his legs over yours to keep your smaller frame completely trapped beneath him. He rested his head against the back of yours, his nose in your hair. He could smell your shampoo and conditioner still. You smelt so damn good. 

Your body was warm, like some sort of personal heater, and all those expensive shower products Leon spoils you with only made this better. You smelt heavenly. 

You reminded Leon of one of those stuffed animals you’d buy at the store, the ones that could be put in the microwave and used as a little heating pad, infused with scents for aromatherapy. Leon never owned one, obviously - those were for little kids and girls on their periods. But he still thought about them when he cuddled you. You were just as cute and warm and smelt twice as good. 

Leon would be the last person to say it aloud, but he was really touched and starved. He was always away at work, so these nights with you in his arms were few and far between. But if he were to be even more honest, he wanted to be the little spoon.

He wanted to feel your arms wrapped around his torso. To feel your breath against the back of his head. He just wanted you to touch him as much as humanly possible. He hated when you called him clingy, but goddammit was it true. He needed your affection, he needed to be touched.

Leon could feel your breathing slow against him as he hugged you, you were probably sleeping he decided. He was never one to be super touchy and affectionate, but he needed it right now, and you couldn’t make fun of him if you were sleeping..!

Leon moved his arms up a little, moving slowly to not disturb you, his hands moving to your chest. He’d kill to nap with you and just bury his face between your tits, use your chest as a pillow as you played with his hair. But he’d be damned if he found himself so pathetic that he’d ask for something like that. He was a man, a very tough one, he worked for the government, he wasn’t some little sub desperate for his girlfriend’s attention. 

Leon gently grabbed your chest, feeling how plump your breasts felt. Your plush body was so damn cute! He loved feeling you, touching you all over like this. He was staying gentle the whole time, horrified of being caught being so clingy. 

Worse than that, he didn’t want to be seen as a pervert. He just liked your chest, and liked touching you. Was it a little weird he was doing it while you were sleeping? Yeah, probably. But he didn’t mean it in that way. He just needed touch…

He felt on your chest in the silent room, just enjoying the moment quietly. Poor boy was absolutely unaware that you were wide awake. Yeah, you’d been tired, but not that tired. You didn’t fall asleep so suddenly. It’d be impressive if you could. 

But you didn’t say anything. You were waiting for just the right moment to tell him. He was only playing with your chest, nothing too outlandish, but you knew he’d be embarrassed if you called him out. You knew he thought you’d fallen asleep, he was never this touchy with you normally. 

Leon let out little grunts as he kept feelings on your curves. He was getting a bit aroused from this, a bit more aroused than he’d like to admit. He kept letting out quiet, breathy grunts as he felt himself get semi-hard in his pants. 

Leon’s hands moved back down, and for a moment you thought he was done, but then you felt Leon playing with the bottom of your top, slowly moving up to touch your bare nipples, and you knew it was time to call him out. 

“Leon?” Leon pulled back from a second, visibly a bit startled, you didn’t even try to be gentle when you said his name. “Shit, sorry..!” He stuttered out, clearly flustered, he was embarrassed that you’d caught him off guard like that. 

You turned your head to look at Leon, batting your eyes at him as he sat up in bed, back against the frame, feigning an innocent expression. You couldn’t see in the dark before, but now you could thanks to Leon’s bright red glowing face. He looked like a damn glowstick. 

“So, uhm… how long were you awake?” Leon asked, brushing his fingers through his hair. 

“The whole time.” you answered, stifling back a mocking laugh. 

“The whole time?” Leon repeated, tone slightly whiny before he cleared his throat and corrected himself. 

You sat up in bed beside him, giving him a look. You’d been holding back teasing comments for the past ten minutes now. 

“You’re such a perv.” You said, mostly teasing, but Leon couldn’t tell because of your tone.

“I’m sorry, I-I didn’t know what came over me. I should have asked you. I’m really, really sorry, my love-” “I’m just teasing, I’m not that upset.” you said as you gently patted his shoulder. He was looking at you like a dog that's been caught eating your food. He was such a pitiable creature. 

"Besides, I already knew you were clingy and needy. Even if you won't admit it. I just didn't know you were that needy." You teased. Leon looked down at his lap in shame, face still red.

Leon’s heart rate had skyrocketed at this point, he’d been caught red-handed, he’d been exposed as a complete pervert. The only thing that could’ve been worse is if you’d caught him with his dick in his hand. 

Leon just nodded in response. Your eyes traveled down and noticed the small bulge in Leon’s pants. Clearly being pervy got him excited.

Leon noticed you staring and quickly pulled the comforter over his lap to hide his little boner. Being this embarrassed only made him more hard. This was truly hell for him. 

“I…” Leon stuttered out before he pouted out his lip. His brain was fuzzy from the blood going down to his dick, so he couldn’t find a good excuse that he could mindlessly spew out at you. 

You just stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out if he was going to say something or not. But once he made it clear he wasn’t going to, you decided to speak up. 

“I can help you with that.” You mumbled. 

“You- wha?” Leon replied, cocking his head to the side like an innocent puppy. He watched you lift up the blanket and crawl under, fading into the dark beneath the comforter. 

It took him a moment to realize what you were doing, his mind only processing once he felt your hand on the waistband of his pajama pants. He sucked in a gasp and moved his hand to the back of your head. Leon had been desperate for some physical affection all night, and well, now he was getting what he wished for. (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Birthday Boy 🎂

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ────── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Leon S. Kennedy x reader

BOO, I'M BACK ✨️

You can find the request here -> 📜

Your need to spoil your boyfriend on his birthday with an elaborate celebration results in a misunderstanding with hurt feelings on both sides. But the pure love the both of you hold for eachother finds a way to mend all tears in the end.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ────── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ────── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Leon stirred, the sweet smell of something pulling him from his dreamless sleep. His nose scrunched at the strong aroma filling the air, a hint of stinging saltiness coming to join the delicious symphony of scents.

With a groan he turned to his other side, burying himself in the softness of your shared bed. The curtains did a surprisingly well job at keeping the bright morning sun out of the room, a pleasant dim making it easier on the eyes.

Though peace was far out of his reach, as were you. With furrowed brows and a clumsy attempt to feel for you on your side of the bed, he was met with cold sheets. Not even slightly warm from the heat your body emitted.

Not your soft form that he could mold to his hardened frame. An annoyed huff slipped past his lips as he begrudgingly opened his eyes, rubbing the sleep from them as a yawn took over his face.

"Sweetheart? Where are you?" He called weakly, cringing at the roughness of his voice.

But he made no attempt to move, limbs heavy with exhaustion. It seemed that no matter how much sleep he got, the tired feeling that sat deep in the marrow of his bones would never fade.

Leon surrendered to his fate, laying as if confined to the bed, resting his eyes but never actually falling back asleep.

Meanwhile, you were flitting through the kitchen, icing the cake you made and simultaneously flipping the bacon for a hearty breakfast. You hummed a tune, none in particular, with a smile on your face as you glanced at the table filled with wrapped gifts and birthday cards.

A candle sat in the middle, itching to be lit and used to send a wish far into the universe. With a last few finishing touches, you admired your work before cleaning up the inevitable mess.

A grin sat high on your cheeks as you quietly made your way to your bedroom, where the birthday boy was resting without a thought in the world and a grumbling stomach.

You couldn't contain the excitement bubbling in your own gut, the idea of finally spoiling and doting on Leon blooming in your chest like a delicate flower at the first spring rays. With a hand securely on the handle, you peaked in, seeing his peaceful and resting face. A smile cracked on your cheeks.

To see him without those deeply worried eyes and stressed crease between his brows, a soft jaw instead of the grinding of teeth made your heart swell.

The door swung open, and before Leon had time to register what was going on, you had already tackled him and were pressing sloppy kisses all over his face while mumbling something along the lines of happy birthday.

As much as Leon would like to love being smothered by your affection, right now, it was all too much. Exhaustion was still heavy in his limbs, and his eyelids felt like they were made of lead.

Your engulfing touch felt suffocating instead of comforting and warm, and your giggles that normally made his heartbeat rise along with the overwhelmingly nauseating smells of his favorite foods made his stomach twist.

Teeth grinding on teeth as he tried to keep the growing feeling of too much too much too much away.

"Stop.." he said quietly, tightly grasping your arms to stop the scratchy fabric of your shirt from brushing against his skin.

"It's your birthday, silly! I'm not stopping until the clock hits midnight." You giggled, somehow completely unaware of his discomfort.

"Please, stop." He whispered firmer this time, the feeling of your lips on his making him shiver in such an unpleasant way, he was wondering if he was broken.

You were too caught up in your own excitement to notice the crack in his voice or the tension in his jaw, instead peppering more kisses all along his face.

The thin string of his sanity that Leon was holding onto with his life was worn through and he snapped. His bones felt wrong in his body, his breaths were coming out all weird and an uncomfortable pressure in his nerves made him stiffen.

"Stop!" He snapped, roughly pushing you off of him.

You managed to grasp onto the bed so you didn't complete crash onto the ground, but the pain of his sudden rejection hurt more than your knees hitting the hard floor. You were shell-shocked, your eyes wide and your lips parted in disbelief.

For a moment, you just stared at each other.

Your eyes glassy, a pained expression on Leon's face as the discomfort in his body didn't ease. His breaths were ragged, and when he did open his eyes, his heart clenched so hard in his chest, he swore he could feel his ribs breaking.

With a sleep addled and exhausted mind and a body that didn't feel like his own, he turned away in shame and pulled the covers over his head, hoping all of it would go away for just a minute.

Eyes squeezed shut, and fingers pressed into his ears to limit the amount of outer stimuli.

With your heart cracked and sitting heavy in your chest, you swallowed the tears and wrestled yourself up from the floor.

"I... sorry.." was all you managed to get out as your throat closed up. The quiet patter of your feet faded before stopping at the doorframe.

"Happy Birthday.." you whispered, looking back, before leaving him be.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

He felt horrible. Physically and how he'd treated you.

How could he explain that you weren't the problem but the world preying on him outside of his safe sanctuary?

How could he explain the fucked up things that had broken him in so many ways, ruining every last bit of joy he had?

How could he explain that every single birthday of his had ended as another chapter for a therapist to write down instead of big smiles and memories on old polaroids?

He couldn't, because you were his voice, his breath with which he could speak, and now he'd chased you away, too.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

The obnoxious presents and decorations along with the elaborate breakfast platter and mile-high birthday cake seemed much more ridiculous and mocking as you sank into yourself on the couch.

It was like the sun had disappeared behind the clouds, and a heavy gloom settled around you, your own little storm of sorrow that made sure to keep you soaked and shivering.

Too much too much too much.

It was all too much. You were too much. Too affectionate, too happy, too excited, too big of a personality, simply too much.

An unpleasant feeling settled in your stomach as you stared at the colorful and patterned presents, a cruel reminder laughing straight in your face.

You were paralyzed, staring into nothingness with the feeling of a boulder on your chest.

Your thoughts spiraled deeper into depths you hadn't missed, and you'd wondered if soon you'd reach a land with a grinning cat, a white rabbit and a mad Hatter, ruled by a Queen that resembled wrath incarnate. Losing your head didn't sound so horrible, after all it would stop the thoughts at least.

You didn't know how long you'd sat on that couch, the cushions molding to your body. As if on autopilot, you managed to pry yourself from your seat and wordlessly started putting things away.

The breakfast that had stopped steaming was shoved into the oven, in hopes of keeping it from going completely cold.

The cake that you had decorated with so much love was gently covered and set into the fridge, residing between jams, cold cuts, and a jar of pickles.

The presents were gathered into a pile, a blanket thrown over them, and the balloons were rushed into the supply closet.

You'd decided it wasn't worth it to climb on the death trap of a ladder you owned once again to take down the garlands, so they just had stay there, out of your sight.

The only thing that remained was the lonely birthday candle, the flame flickering as the wax dripped onto the counter.

It had burned down quite a bit, and as much as its image was tearing into your heart, it wasn't yours to extinguish.

Not your wish to make.

Not your plumes of smoke that swirled like they were burdened with a purpose.

Not your fond memory of another year gone by with the people you love.

So, you watched. Followed the hot flame as it danced in that elegant way only fire could.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Meanwhile, Leon was still hiding away beneath the covers. Deep breaths as he tried to regulate his senses, the stiff and torturing feeling that had befallen his nerves fading. His brows were creased, his heart heavy, tears stinging in his eyes and his throat closing.

Why couldn't he be normal? React like any other human to such a thoughtful and sweet gesture?

Nevermind his discomfort, he hated how his feelings exploded onto you, pulling you down with him.

He knew you'd understand, you always did. You were patient and kind, never rushing him or trying to shove him into a box.

You had your own inner turmoils but treated him with such an open heart nonetheless.

With a deep sigh, he dragged himself from your shared bed with the intention of making the best out of this day.

And that meant begging for your forgiveness on his knees, like a lost and lonely follower desperately pleading for redemption from his deity.

Leon got himself ready for you more than himself. A pair of slacks that took every outfit from casual to chic, and that one shirt that fit him a little too well like you said. The silly police-themed socks that you'd gifted him one day just because they made you think of him. A touch of the warm and comforting cologne you loved so much and a quick rake through his blonde mop.

With a deep exhale and a hand on the doorknob, he was ready to reconcile.

You heard him before you saw him. The quiet commotion coming from your bedroom had already drawn your attention away from the candle, although your eyes were fixed on it still.

The opening and closing of a door, the soft shuffle of feet, and then, his tall frame in your peripheral.

Finally, you turned with a half-hearted smile, the hurt in your eyes still visible.

"Hey, you." You said quietly, watching as his expression softened.

"Hi." He muttered, a gentle but unsure grin on his face.

Without a word, he carefully pried you from the barstool you were seated on and pulled you against his chest into a warm embrace.

You melted into his arms, your eyes falling shut in comfort as the scent of his cologne invaded your senses, patching up the tears in your heart.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled into your hair, "I... it was too much. The sensations, the sounds, the smells. It isn't you, but everything else. I'm so sorry."

The confession came from his lips like a pleading cry, his voice trembling only to a degree you would notice.

Pulling your head from his chest, you cupped his cheek with a soft smile.

"I get it. I get overwhelmed, too, sometimes. I just... didn't expect that reaction." You chuckled half-heartedly.

"And I'm sorry. For not asking first, for not noticing how uncomfortable you were. Everything's a little different with you, and that's okay, I just really wanted to spoil you for once. But, now I know better and I'll do better next time, I promise."

Your heartfelt apology hit him right between his ribs, brows scrunching and lips trembling as he wrapped you up into another hug.

"Thank you. You just looked so hurt and I felt horrible. I didn't mean to do it, I swear, I just didn't know what to do and-"

you gently shushed his rambling with a sweet peck to his lips while wiping a few tears from his lashline.

"Take a deep breath, alright?," you began softly, earning a nod from Leon,

"it's all forgiven. Shit like this happens, okay? But we can't let that push us away from eachother, we're a team. I admit, I was pretty hurt, but that was the consequence of overstepping. We talk this out and everything's gonna be fine. Now, dry those tears, we only have reason to celebrate!" You smiled brightly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Leon chuckled wetly, wiping at his nose with the back of his hand.

"You're amazing, you know that?" He sniffled with a lopsided smile.

"Well, I've heard that once or twice, so it must be true." You teased with a grin, pulling a laugh from him.

"Thank you for being so patient with me. I know I'm not exactly easy to deal with at times, so I appreciate you putting up with me for this long."

"I'm not putting up with you, I want to do this, yeah? I'm here because I want to be, don't forget that."

A gentle smile graced your features caressing his cheek. He nodded silently, cupping your hand and leaning into your touch.

"Can I set all of this up again? I really want you to have a great birthday. But only if you want to." You offered softly. Leon started at you for a while, his eyes so soft and gentle like you'd never seen before.

"I don't deserve you." He mumbled, taking your hand off his face and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

"Yeah, you do! Now, is that a yes?" You grinned. He laughed, pinching your cheek.

"Yeah."

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

With the little conformation you needed, you ushered him back into your bedroom with a giddy smile on your face.

"It'll just be a minute!" He heard through the door, shaking his head with a smile.

There was some shuffling here and some clanging there, but at least you had arranged everything like before - if not better. The candle stood in the center of it all, almost snuffed out surrounded by a lake of wax.

Suddenly, the door ripped open and Leon was dragged from the bedroom, almost stumbling into you.

"Hey, slow down, angel." He snorted, slightly pulling at your grip.

"No, we gotta hurry!! Before the candle goes out." You urged, using all your strength to log your giant of a boyfriend to his birthday candle.

With an eye roll, he followed you, although his heart swelled.

"You could've just blown it out, you know." Leon chuckled, staring at the more than sorry excuse of a candle, resting his weight on the counter.

You gasped in shock, a hand dramatically clutching at your chest.

"And commit such blasphemy? Never! It's your candle and your wish. It's not my candle to extinguish." You replied, raising your hands in surrender.

"You're weird." He replied, a lopsided grin on his face.

"Eh, you love it."

"That, I do."

You stared at him expectantly.

"Are you gonna make your wish today or do you wanna wait till next year?" You deadpanned, although a smile cracked on your lips.

"Bossy." He scoffed playfully before leaning over and, at last, blowing out his candle, his eyes never leaving yours.

He squeezed them shut for a second while the smoky plume danced in the air. You clapped for him with a bright smile.

"So.... what'd you wish for?" You asked curiously, like the nosy thing you were.

"Ha, you wish I'd tell you. No pun intended. If I do, it's not gonna come true." He smirked, watching as a pout settled on your pretty face, followed by a huff.

"Fine. Happy Birthday, baby." You smiled sweetly, stretching over the counter to press a kiss to his lips.

Leon hummed in appreciation, his eyes fluttering shut while his hand found your cheek.

"Thank you, sweetheart." He smiled, twirling a piece of your hair between his fingers.

"How about-"

You were interrupted by the grumbling of his stomach.

"-Breakfast? Yes, please."

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

The rest of the day was spent with digging into the delicious and plentiful breakfast you made, along with a slice of cake, because when's a better time to have cake for breakfast than a birthday?

With a full stomach, the two of you sat in the sea of balloons, surrounded by all the presents provided by you and Leon's dearest friends.

"Jesus, so much for don't get me anything." Leon mumbled, looking over all the wrapped boxes.

"Yeah, I had to fight them off with a stick. They all wanted to come by today but we comprised on another time." You chuckled, Leon joining in.

"Thank you for protecting my sanity."

"Anytime, babe."

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

There were so many gifts, Leon had lost count of all the things he'd gotten. But the namely ones were a new motorcycle helmet from Claire, an ornately decorated lighter from Luis, a new leather holster for his Red 9 gifted by Chris, and concert tickets from Sherry.

"None from you, huh?" He smirked, crumpling the wrapping paper in his hands.

"Oh, don't worry. You'll get to unwrap that later." You quipped, followed by a smirk.

"I can't wait." He grinned, his eyes darkening while his voice dropped into a low timber.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

The day ended with the two of you snuggled on the couch, stuffed with cake and too much delicious food and maybe that bottle of scotch Leon had saved for a special occasion.

You were pressed into his side, contently dozing off in his arms.

"I've never had a birthday like this before." He said quietly, turning to brush some hair out of your face.

"Like what?" You mumbled, your cheek squished against his chest.

"A good one." He confessed, a small smile playing on his face, but the dim lighting illuminated the sad shine in his baby blues.

A soft look cracked onto your features, your thumb caressing his cheekbone.

"I'm really glad you liked it." You smiled gently.

"I loved it, angel. Thank you." He replied quietly, wanting to bask in the softness of this moment.

"I'd do anything for you, you know that?"

"I do. And I'm the luckiest man in the world because of it."

His lips melted against yours in a passionate kiss, soft breaths exchanged as you got lost in one another.

Leon pulled away first, to your dismay, eyes glassy and lips red.

"I believe there's one last present for me to unwrap." He smirked, trailing the tips of his fingers up and down your arm.

"You're insatiable." You shook your head, but couldn't help the smile that snuk its way onto your face.

"Hey, it's my birthday." He defended with a chuckle.

"Alright, alright, birthday boy."

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[spicerackofblorbos]

Patience? | Leon S. Kennedy x afab!reader

☾ summary ➼ mornings with Leon make the rest of your day better.

☾ content/warnings ➼ fluff, smut (MDNI), afab!reader, p in v (wrap it before you tap it bbys), head (f!receiving), praise, usage of the term "baby"

☾ a/n ➼ I want soft mornings with him and I just really want his mouth all over me. Also I kept this as an ambiguous Leon but I did visualize RE4R and DI Leon.

☾ wc ➼ ~1k

Morning sex with Leon is one of the best things in the world to you.

In every moment he spends with you, inside and outside of the bedroom, he never fails to make you feel loved.

Cherished.

Treasured.

Whether it was from quick temple kisses or gentle pinches on your ass as he walks by, he was there to remind you just how precious you were to him.

But there was just something so wonderfully different about a sleep-addled Leon. He was slower, more deliberate.

With his hair is all tousled, cheeks tinged pink with bleary blue eyes that hold so much warmth despite the cool toned color. He gives you lazy grins as he nuzzles into your cheek or your nose, whatever is closest to him at the moment. His lips meet yours with the gentlest care, moving against yours like you both had all the time in the world. Breathy sighs from you are swallowed up as his hands map your body.

Then he’s trailing open mouthed kisses down your jawline and the column of your neck, just as lazy as his grins were. There are a few nips, but nothing more than a simple love bite. He’s humming happily, inhaling your unique scent and relishing in the saltiness of your warm skin – a reminder that you were here and you were alive.

Soon those kisses make their way down your sternum and right in the valley of your breasts, not before clumsily tugging off your chosen sleepwear, of course. The shared sound of your sleepy giggles and his breathy chuckles had filled the room as you both struggled to undress in the warm glow of the morning sun filtering through the blinds.

His lips don’t hesitate to tickle down your soft stomach now, blowing a little raspberry into it before leaving another bite as you squirm under him with yet another laugh.

Then he gets to your hips, and your legs fall apart as if he held the keycard to your body. Those soft lips of his place a kiss just right above your most sensitive spot as he inhales what he’s done to you. You were a mess as soon as his mouth had connected with your own just moments ago.

You whine at him, telling him to stop teasing you. He just smiles up at you, his laziness now replaced with his signature cockiness.

“Patience, baby. Need you to know how much I love every inch of you.”

He can’t even take his own advice.

You’d laugh if you weren’t so busy moaning from his face buried deep into your cunt. The flat of his tongue slides up your slit, collecting the arousal that he had worked so hard to build up – not like it took long though. As his nose bumps your clit, your hands go flying into his soft hair, fingers tangling as you’re bucking your hips into his face in the hopes for more friction.

Leon aims to please, so he does just that. His lips, that godforsaken magical mouth of his, closes around your swollen clit and sucks gently as two of his fingers slide into your warm depths. The mewls that he can get out of you are as addictive as your taste.

“Fuck, baby. Can’t get enough of you.” He mumbles against your folds that drip not only with your slick but his saliva as well, and the vibrations of his voice are enough to make your eyes roll in the back of your head. As his thick fingers start to pump in and out of you, he groans at how responsive you are to him. His free hand splays on your stomach and pushes you down into the mattress, holding you as he devours your sweet taste.

That patience though, god Leon really needed to work on that double standard.

Because now, he has you on your stomach with a pillow right under your hips as he lazily ruts into your tight pussy while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

“Look at how well you take me, baby. So fucking perfect.”

Both of his thighs wall your legs together, his heavy body on top of yours as his hands hold yours on each side of your head. His calloused fingers intertwined with yours, holding you down as his hips slap into your ass rhythmically.

The sounds of your muffled moans in the soft sheets and his soft grunts in your ear grow louder, and it’s no mystery why. Both of you were so close. Those lips yet again trail kisses along your shoulders, and this time his bites aren’t soft.

“Cum with me baby, wanna feel you around me.”

He rests his sweaty forehead against your back, perspiration from both of you mixing together. His grunts have turned into whines as he fights to hold back – he was selfless like that. He wanted to make sure you were satisfied first before he’d let himself enjoy anything.

And of course he knew how to make you cum from this position. All it took was one rough thrust and a hard suck on the spot between your sensitive neck and shoulder and you were seeing stars. Your muffled cries and the tight spasming of your walls push him off the ledge. His erratic thrusts slow down with each spurt of hot cum he shoots into your depths, and after a few deep breaths later, he’s collapsed on top of you.

You can only take a few seconds of that before you’re squirming under him and laughing at him to get his heavy body off of you because you couldn’t breathe. He peppers playful kisses along your neck and back as he chuckles hoarsely.

“Why? If I do then you’re just going to get up and leave me.” He mutters with a grin.

Despite his banter, he slips out of your warmth before rolling off and onto his side. He wasn’t kidding about not letting you go though, because suddenly his arms are wrapped around your waist and tugging you into him so that your back hits flush against his sweaty chest. You heartbeats mirror each other, one on top of the other.

More kisses, more laughs, more lazy snuggles.

Morning sex with Leon meant the world to you, and you don’t think anything could ever top it.

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[saintgoths]

☾༺♰༻☽ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʙᴇʀʀʏ ☾༺♰༻☽

mdni - nasty sex. angry sex.

carlos oliveira, ellie williams, sim ghost riley, joel miller, leon kennedy, levi ackerman and will herondale.

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ᴄᴀʀʟᴏꜱ ᴏʟɪᴠᴇɪʀᴀ

Hot tears trickled down your cheeks as your face had been pressed against the soft mattress, his large hand had been entangled within your locks while the rough thrusting of his hips had aided you into an eternal pleasurable tunnel, your whines mixed and embedded with his soft grunts as he angrily fucked his cock inside your tight cunt, his width twitching between your hearth while mumbling strong words of affront.

“I’m sorry,” you grumbled, your chin wet with your own shameful saliva, yourself incapable of keeping your mouth shut in response to his lewd roughness, eyes blurred with gratifying tears while the thumb of his free hand found way to the tightness of your second hole, your legs spreading further apart in sensual apathy while your boyfriend continued to rip you apart.

Finding the strength to grip your fingers into the bed sheets you had clenched your sex around his size. “I---I can’t take it!” You cried out, “Too big!”

“Shouldn’t have tried to make me jealous, princess,” he sneered, nearing his lips to your ear, “Want me to stop?” He whispered, dragging the hand that had been tied with your hair to your waist, the heaviness of his chest pressing against your back and with desperacy you had shook your head. “Just as I thought, like the slut you are,” he gritted, the thrusts of his length deepening against the softness of your pussy driving you into a delirious ecstasy.

“Yes! Yes!” You chanted, crazed feeling your orgasm heat and peak around your cunt you had moved your hand to the swollen pearl of your sex, desperately rubbing and circling your digits around your bud while you had frantically moaned against your bed sheets, your tears slowly drying against your cheeks as you respired all the animalistic thrusts your partner contacted you with, your eyes twisted shut as your high pushed through your entire body, your juices leaking on outsides of your thighs as your figure inconsistently twitched.

Over-stimulated by the quickness of his pushes, you had allowed Carlos to take care of your body, milking his warm cum against the slickness of your back. “There, there,” he whispered as your body slumped against the mattress, you felt his lips go close to your face once more. “Now, you won’t do that again?” He questioned, his voice laced with cunningness that had caused you to throw a certain look his way.

“Maybe.”

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ᴇʟʟɪᴇ ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍꜱ

You knew you couldn’t stay angry at each forever, and you knew Ellie would give into you once you met her with bright deer-like eyes; she’d drag you into her small cabin and begin to kiss you, though you had still felt the irritation that had vibrated through her body, but what she hadn’t realised is that you had just been as angry as her or even more

Once your clothes had met the floor, the two of you had continued to re-discover each other’s bodies, your fingers slipping and circling places that would cause her figure to jerk, and the second you had found yourself on top of her, your swollen bud had pressed against her eager pearl, your body circling and thrusting against her slim but muscled figure, your paw finding way to wrap around her neck as your once slow motion had carried into a stronger and competitive rhythm.

“Fuck,” Ellie whined, her back deeply pressed against her mattress as she had wrapped one leg around your waist, possessively and greedily twirling her body with yours as her coloured eyes rolled to the back of her head, her body shivering in pleasure as your juices mixed with each other, the friction sending her into a crazed edge as she held back her cum, embarrassed with how quick you had made her ride to her climax. “Don’t stop!” She cried out and cocky, you had smirked at her, your other hand finding way around her neck as both of your buds humped each other.

“Not stopping anytime soon,” you lustfully smiled, tucking your bottom lip behind your teeth you breathed out a moan as you gently bounced against her swollen pearl, finding yourself wanting to squirt against her cunt you allowed yourself to orgasm against her sex, combining and fusing your nectar with her natural wetness, the view of the whiteness of your ambrosia stirred Ellie into an soaring climax, both of your cunts pulsing against each other as you both resumed to grind in sync, both faces red and covered with love-tears as you had mutually sent each other into a second climax.

With a loud sigh, you had pressed your forehead against Ellie’s, with the both of you exhausted you had rolled your body off her physique and landed beside her. “You looked so pretty fucking me like that,” Ellie worded out and confident, you had sat up with your arms, an encouraging smile embedded on your face.

“Do you still have your strap?” You asked and with a faux-offended look on her face, Ellie clicked her tongue.

“Of course, I do.”

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ꜱɪᴍᴏɴ 'ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ' ʀɪʟᴇʏ

“You love pissing me off, don’t you doll,” he flared, tightly wrapping his hand around the back of your knee, your arm wrapped around the back of his neck to aid you to be roughly fucked by the tall man who had possessively held you against him, you had a playful smile on your face, content on sending your husband over the edge, your eyes currently doe to his dignity and grace while your cunt had hungrily pulsed around his shaft, your lips snugged behind your teeth as you had loudly whimpered and moaned to his rough and coarse fuck.

Easily drunk off his sex, you had leaned your head backwards, your cheeks rosy and flushed with erotica as your spouse continued to pound his cock so deeply inside your tight cunt. Your closeness sending him into a beastly bawdy lust as he continued to thrust his length upwards, he commenced to tuck his lips against the skin of your neck and shoulders. “You drive me crazy,” he moaned, his dark eyes laced with romantic madness as you aided your fingers to the bud of your pussy, rotating your digits around your clit while your pussy had sweetly soaked his size.

“I love driving you insane,” you whispered before pushing yourself to his lick his tongue, both you hungrily moving towards each other, latching against each other as your mouths had quickly melded with one another, the roughness of the curve of his tip poking and licking the soft texture of your sex while he ardently guided his dick deeper your vagina whilst the heat of his impending climax heated his body, his cock twitching tightly inside of your cunt while your nectar graspingly coated his length.

“Y’know I’d do anything for you, luvie,” he whispered, his eyes potent with anger mixed with thirst. “You know I’d kill for you,” he moaned, his legs then twitching and shivering as he heavily cummed inside your cunt, his balmy semen seeping and coating against your cervix, careful to push as much of his load inside of you, the man had continued to thrust his hips upwards, your toes curling in response as your eyes watered with sex and intimacy. “You love driving me to that point.”

“I don’t know if I should hate that,” he moaned while tightening his grip around you. “Playing with my feelings like this---oh fuck!” He loudly moaned, his second orgasm pushing through, his cum filling your tight area while the bulge of his cock lightly imprinted your stomach.

Moved, you had licked your lower lips, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you gently moved your body with his. Your competitive tastes obsessed with driving you insane, the thought of him handling others in your name had lifted you, while the friction of your fingers guided you to your peeking orgasm, you had pushed your lips against him once more. “I love you,” you moaned, your nectar sheeting around his width, mixing with his juices while you continued to squirt and cum around his cock.

“Shit—I love you too, doll,” he moaned while pulling his length out of your body, you had quickly held onto the table he had fucked you near. Dizzy with the tight and intense orgasm he had put you through, you had sneery smiled at him as you had watched him get to his knees. “Now let me lick my cum out of you.”

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ᴊᴏᴇʟ ᴍɪʟʟᴇʀ

The drop-off had went to shit, Tess had been missing and within your thoughts you had believed she had committed herself to another side-quest while pushing both you and Joel to stay in the current crappy apartment you had all currently inhabited; and due to this, you could tell Joel was pissed.

Well pissed off was an understatement to how the man had currently felt but you had understood that your man had wanted a relief, thus you had your second hole roughly ripped open by his girth, your anus wet with your saliva that had once coated his cock after the intense dick-sucking you had gifted the bearded man which had sent Joel to an acute orgasm.

Though, Joel was a man of stamina, he had wanted more, and now he had wrapped his arms around the back of your legs, pressing your back against his chest while fucking you ruthlessly. “Take it like the good girl you are,” he groaned, “Good girl,” he repeated and with your moans over-lapping his comments, you had thorwn your head backwards, mouth opened with un-swallowed saliva as you had attempted to live through his passionate plows.

“Fuck, you’re being so rough on me,” you cried out, snaking your hand towards your untouched pussy, the dew ample and sultry enough for you to easily slip in three fingers, the heavy over-stimulations forcing you to roll your eyes backwards as your walls gripped and twitched around your fingers and his cock.

“Keep doing that imma cum,” he gritted, his voice hoarse as his length began to throb inside your anus while he continued to aid you to bounce on his dick, you could feel your cunt want to spit with your juices.

“More,” you had whined, “I want to feel your hot cum inside of me,” you whimpered while bucking your hips forwards in autopilot. “I want it!” You moaned and satisfied by Joel’s quick turning point, the heat of his load painted and capped your walls just in time before Tess’s knocks echoed on the front door. “Shit,” you had muttered ere slipping yourself off his length, you could then hear Joel scramble onto his feet to pick up his thrown garments.

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ʟᴇᴏɴ ᴋᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ

As much as you had been stubborn, you had known you always became somewhat of a tramp of Leon’s whenever he had wanted you, you the woman who had loved playing games and as much as you had told each other you were just co-workers, every second away from each other he had lusted for you, yearned for your wetness and touch

Though, as much as he had told himself he wasn’t a jealous man, the view of you being touched by someone else had driven him crazy to the point that, he had set up a faux meeting that had involved just the two of you, you on the other hand had thought you’d meet the rest of the members so when you had entered the meeting room to be met with an upset, Leon, you had taken the imitative to wonder what he had up his sleeve, and what had been the commodity up the fabric had involved the two of you naked.

Carried by his strong arms as he aided you to bounce up and down his thick and long shaft, involved you moaning shamelessly against his ear while your wet hearth had squeezed and throbbed around his size whilst his fingers gripped into the skin of your buttocks, you had felt the curve of his thick tip lick and press the softness of your cunt. “That’s it, baby!” You moaned, the high erotic sting pushing you into a lustful end while you had felt his soft lips press against the skin of your neck.

“Like that?” He reassured biting his lips. “Feel so good, so fucking wet---uh!” He moaned out, his size endlessly throbbing and solid between your warmth, “You’re gonna make me cum so fucking early!” He cried out, his legs weakly shaking as he could feel his cum want to spill and seep and paint the inside of your walls, but just as adamant as you, he had kept in his semen while roughly handling your cunt with his length, the curve of his cock brushing against your heat and pulling you into an obsessive cock-drunk state.

“Yes! Yes!” You moaned, your ambrosia reaching and peeking to its end and sheeting and finishing around his size that had resumed to buck upwards, greedy and hasty to find its own climax, Leon’s eyes dark with lust, he clenched his teeth, finding his strength to bounce your body upwards as he began to milk his cum inside of your body.

Relieved, he had pressed your body against the wall, lifting your figure off his dick as he watched the mixed liquid of both yours and his cum fall out of your body. “So beautiful,” he hummed before taking your mouth with his, deepening the dual passionate affection the two you both proudly and stubbornly shared for each other.

POSITION REFERENCE

ʟᴇᴠɪ ᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴍᴀɴ

With the vibrating of the toy that he had pushed inside your cunt working its way within you, Levi had lost himself with fucking his cock deep inside your anus, his thick size hastily humping backwards and forwards while the Ackerman had possessively wrapped his firm hands around your waist. With your mouth opened, you had looked back at him, your mouth wide as he continued to fuck you into his bed.

With the sounds of the slapping off his balls hitting your ass, you had watched his steel-like eyes examine how intoxicated you had looked by the help of his length. Teasingly, you had squeezed your hole around his dick, over-stimulated with the buzzing off the toy that hummed against your pearl, instigating you to roll your eyes back whilst you had felt his other hand snake around your throat, possessively pulling you closer against him. “Don’t hold it in---I want everyone to know you’re being fucked by me,” he growled and with his permission your mouth had opened wider, your high-pitched moans vibrating off the walls as the pounding sounds of the bedframe had continued to hit against the wooden walls.

“Oh—Captain!” You wailed, “you’re so deep inside of me, feel so---good---ah!” You moaned, feeling a wave of orgasm wash through you, the bustling of the small toy hopping harder against your overwhelmed clit, your body falling numb within his grasp as he continued to pummel his cock down your ass, his swollen sac pelting against the skin off your ass cheeks while the wetness of both of your sweats continued to meld with each other.

“Moan for me like that, brat---let them know!” He grumbled, “ass so fucking tight around me---brat---oh fuck!” He sobbed, his body shaking as his cock began to shoot out his load, his warm semen piling and filling inside of you, helping him move his body faster between you, his fingers leaving bruises against your skin as he had trouble with pulling his cock out, and when he did the rest of his load spilt against your back, leaving you shaking against the bed.

Your ass still up, you could feel Levi press his lips against your anus before giving it a long lick, cleaning up his mess, sucking and whipping your ass with his mouth and tongue before moving it down your clit, helping your toy send you through another intense and addictive orgasm.

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POSITION REFERENCE TWO

ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴇʀᴏɴᴅᴀʟᴇ

It must’ve been another run in by Gabriel Lightwood, Will was usually someone who won over his disputes, but this time, the Lightwood must’ve hit a sore spot which had Will knocking on your door when everyone was asleep, he was in one of his rare moments, silent, but there had been a look on his face that had granted him access to your room.

He must’ve taken a walk, a walk in the rain in fact, his dark curly hair had been stuck against his skin such as his shirt had clung against his body, without an utter, the boy had already been unbuttoning his shirt while you had closed the door behind the two of you, though, you had not wanted to do anything with him, not without having him speaking first, so you had leaned against your wall. Arms crossed and eyes with slight judgement. “What happened?” You asked as you had watched him peel off his white garment.

With a quick glance you had watched him throw his shirt against the floor, in thought that you would follow after but you hadn’t. Earning a short piercing look from his ocean eyes and as you had returned with a darker glare, you had tightened your grip around yourself. “I’m not going to take off my clothes and lay with you because you want to.”

“You normally do.”

With your eyebrows furrowed you had ended up clicking your tongue in disapproval. “You’re such a dick.”

“I just need you,” he breathed out. “Gabriel---he…he spoke about you---” without allowing him to say another word, you had grasped his face, melding your lips with his while tucking your hand beneath his trousers.

“This will be the last time you come into my room expecting me to fuck you this easily, understand?” You questioned and with a soft nod, the both of you had continued to passionately embrace each other, mouth tight and swollen by your heated combination, while the two of you aided each other to take off each other’s clothes, naked under the long moonlight that had gently seeped through the curtains.

Will, strong and fast had pushed you against the bed, using you to get into the position he had wanted you to be in the second he had left the drawing room he had once shared with Gabriel, his eyes currently furious with lust, the stiff cock of his had gently stroked against the skin of your cunt, the wetness of your hearth easily welcoming him inside of you, the soft yet fiery friction had commenced a moan from both of your mouths, thus you had abruptly squeezed around him as his arm had welcomed around the back of your knee, aiding himself to dive and thrust deeper inside of your cunt.

“Oh fuck,” Will moaned, “fit so well for me,” he moaned as he quickened his pace with his thrusts, each plow filled with anger and erotica and each thrust quicker and rougher than before, leaning your head back in auto-pilot while your moans resumed to sing in his room, aware to feel the embarrassment and walk of shame that would occur the next day, you helped yourself to grind your body against, the tip of his cock circling and embracing the softness of your sex while your juices heavily capped and painted his shaft, his length then slipping in and out carrying him to his orgasm. “Oh [Y/N]!” He cried in adoration, his swollen sac releasing his climax inside of you, his grunts mixing with your high-pitched moans as he continued to move his body forwards.

Your body ridden stiff as you could sense your own climax attempt to spill against your mattress, your eyes locked with his, signalling your turning point, lustful to his encouraging look that had influenced the peak to your capstone, and thus you had relieved yourself, your amrita glazing and layering around his girth and once you had been done, you had rested your body against Will’s, an embarrassed and breathy laughed emitting from the back of your throat as you could feel Will leave your body.

“Charlotte is so going to be mad tomorrow,” you laughed.

POSITION REFERENCE

masterlist

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[misfits-in-motion]

pluck my strings

(ray toro x reader)

☾ — not proofread, not word counted, this is RAW everyone. first public story in years. crazy guys. trying to keep it gender neutral for my folks but,,, i am but a molar — ☾

summary: you're a guitarist coming into the 2000s emo scene. much like many others, you have just a basic knowledge of guitar. thus, feeling a little bold, you contact your friend with the most knowledge. and,,, yeah, maybe you just wanted an excuse to see him. when you finally do make it to the studio, you can't help but let your mind wander. can anyone blame you? he's just so close....

tw?: uhhhhmm not that i can think of. sliiiiight smut if you squint. really just suggestive and tense.

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⠀Your band had come in with a fever. One second, you were working job to job, trying to desperately cram your hobbies into your free time whilst also managing friendships and your ever-crumbling dating life. Then, one half-slurred, half-mumbled, half-thought hangout idea spewed by one of your close friends led to this moment. You had a show in exactly two weeks, and still only knew maybe five or so chords. Sure, you could switch between them pretty fast and come up with decent riffs and progressions, but nothing that would sound like more than a dead kennedys knock off on stage.

⠀While my chemical romance was making their way up the ranks, they still held you and your band in close regard. You and the guys had been tight since early 2002, and you even witnessed a lot of bullets being made. which, to say the least, showed off their talents. Out of the bunch, you tended to lean toward Ray for a number of reasons. He was quiet, but not terribly quiet. Quiet outwardly, but not in an introverted sense. Ray just reserved his words for when they mattered. You could appreciate that, along with his utterly charming smile, insanely good taste in movies, appreciation for music, among other things.

⠀It seemed everyone but Ray knew you had a total thing for him. Even when you called him up in the middle of your friend's mom's house, they snickered and made obscene gestures toward you deserving of a middle finger from hell, that of which you gave to them in full.

⠀Now, standing outside the recording studio, your previous idea felt a bit more ominous. Just as you were heading in, Frank was heading out. You bumped shoulders, that unmistakeable little laugh coming from the other guitarist.

⠀"Gotcha!" Frank grinned, turning to face you as you turned simultaneously. "Knew you were coming. Ray won't shut up about it."

⠀"Oh?" He'd piqued your interest. You couldn't help the smile on your lips, your head tilted a bit to the side as you watched Frank. Maybe you'd entertain this. "How are you so sure?"

⠀Frank playfully glanced off into the sky, hands in his pockets as he rocked on his heels with an excited little smile. "Oh, you knoooow," He shrugged, "Just the way he instantly got up and started making sure everything was juuust right for your arrival. I can recite it verbatim, dude. 'you know who called-? yeah! yeah. gonna help 'em with some guitar stuff- hey, do you remember where that one amp is-?'. Gay." Frank shook his head with a laugh.

⠀The image in your mind brought some warmth to your chest. He was that excited just to see you?

⠀"You guys are so gay. Look at that fuckin' smile on your face. Unbelieveable. Well, don't let me keep you from your date."

⠀Before you could protest, Frank had already turned and raised a hand in goodbye, leaving you outside the doors of the studio in the brisk air.

⠀You turned, looking at the doors with slightly wider eyes than a few moments before. Figuring the last thing you wanted to do was keep Ray waiting, you pulled open the door and walked inside.

⠀As usual, the smell hit you first. Wood, metal, a bit of sweaty musk, and a certain "clean" smell, but clean the way carpets are. It was warmer inside, but only warm enough to keep everyone from shivering considering the instruments and equipment were top priority. You walked down the hall, finally finding the recording room Ray was settled in. As if on cue, he looked up to see you through the window in the door. You smiled, and waved enthusiastically.

⠀Ray returned the smile, and you opened the door to realize there was no one else but him. Well of course there was no one else but him, but still it was a bit jarring to be alone with him. It was always a bit difficult to come to terms with the fact that you had the fattest crush on Ray. It was obvious to a pathetic point, hence the embarrassment.

"Glad you could make it. I mean, I was getting a little worried, y'know."

"Oh- pff, yeah. I had to walk here... No car, and all..."

"What-!?"

⠀The way Ray's jaw dropped made you nearly shrink.

"You walked here? Dude-! I-..." He let out a small laugh of disbelief, "I could have come picked you up. It's way too cold outside to be walking. Besides, what if someone kidnapped you?" Ray shook his head as he pulled two chairs close together, facing each other.

"I mean, I didn't want to bother you-"

"Oh shut up! You can always bother me. Always. Takes only a little gas to get to you. And if it meant you were gonna be warm, then that's what I would have opted for."

⠀Again, that same little smile crept up your lips along with a certain warm flush to your face. It was nice for him to worry so much. For him to care. It almost gave you a liiiiittle spark of hope that he felt the same.

⠀You pulled off your jacket, which Ray was quick to take. Just for a moment, his finger tips brushed along your biceps. The ghostly sensation was enough to raise instant goosebumps along your arms. And oddly enough, you couldn't help but think about how warm his touch was despite it being barely there. You wondered what it'd feel like for him to hold you with purpose. With his hands placed strategically, with meaning. Just for a second, you wondered what that warmth would feel like on the more private areas of your body. How would his hand feel clasping the back of your neck? Cradling the underside of your thighs snaking further up until he could cradle your ass in his palms? Would he be gentle? No. No, Ray would be gentle in theory. But he'd want to grab you. Hold you. Make sure you fit just right in his hands, slotted together like pieces of a puzzle.

"You ready?"

⠀You turned quickly. "Yeah! Yeah, sorry. Lot on my mind, I totally zoned out."

"All good... You okay? Do you want to talk about it?"

⠀You could have laughed if you weren't so tensed with both embarrassment and anxiety. Paralyzed with the realization that was now setting in: the man you had dumbly imagined a future with, sex with, dates with, and intimacy with was now going to be mere inches away from you while your mind strayed and tried to come up with every last sexual situation this moment could lead to. What a set up.

"No! No, it's nothing like that!" You gave a nervous laugh, waving your hand as you finally convinced your feet to move and walk you to the chair beside him. "Just... Nervous I guess. It'll be my first time playing on stage like that. I don't think high school band and choir count." You laughed again, softer this time. What you didn't see was the way Ray's lips curled up slightly at your more genuine laugh. The sound was sweet, no matter how much you tried to deny it. He loved it.

"That's okay. Here, we'll start simple? Okay? Just nailing down some scales and stuff? You gotta remember scales from band and all, right? These'll be your base blocks."

⠀You gave a few nods and desperately tried to focus on the guitar he placed in your hands. It only took a few seconds to realize it was one of his personal electrics. Ray carefully reached forward and guided your fingers into position. Again, you felt that same rush of heat. His hands were larger than yours, and now closely studying them, you wondered what they'd feel like in your hair. Running through it, or perhaps holding it tightly. Maybe even tugging on it.

"My fingers go here?" You quickly tried to end run your thoughts by paying attention, which was most likely important considering these lessons were meant to help you get ready for being in a proper band.

"Yeah. Just like that. See? You're already catching on."

⠀The little amount of praise nearly made your stomach jump into your chest. It was practically like he was trying to give your mind ammunition to fluster you with.

"Alright. You've done picking before, right?"

"Just some. I'm not too good, if I'm being honest."

"Don't say that. I'm sure you're great, but don't put yourself down. Try picking top string to bottom string. That's your low E to high E."

⠀You did as he instructed, and for a little while it was just that. Ray told you what to do, showing you little tips and tricks along with some position corrections and adjustments while you desperately tried to fight everything off in your mind. Now wasn't the time to debate whether Ray was into you. Now wasn't the time to question if Ray found you just as attractive as you found him. Attractive didn't even cut it.

⠀It seemed everyone knew about your 'thing with Ray', so you had spoken to your friends about it in the past. And boy, could you gush. Between his eyes that seemed to twinkle and shine whenever he was interested in something, to his smile that creased up his eyes in the most adorable way, and then there were his lips which were so plush and perfect looking. They paired perfectly with his cut jaw, which led down to an oddly hot-looking neck, and don't even get started on his broad shoulders-

"Are you really okay?"

You nearly jumped three feet in the air.

"Fine! Sorry, I'm so sorry... I think I'm just ready to move on. If you think I'm ready, that is."

"Yeah, I'd say you're pretty good on scales for now. I mean, if it comes down to it I can just give you another lesson. Meet back here again and polish everything, you know?"

"I... I'd really appreciate that, yeah."

"Great. Then we'll meet again for lessons. Until then, why don't we move on to some chord progressions?"

"Sounds good to me."

⠀Ray explained a few shapes, but it was a bit difficult considering he didn't have a guitar in his hands, too. He was moreso explaining them to you, guiding your fingers, and then having you strum. And for the simpler chords, it worked. But as they grew more complex, you could feel the gears slowing in your brain. Not to mention, being able to smell Ray's shampoo, deodorant, and cologne didn't help. You were growing desperate. Fast. You wanted to smell like him. Be so close, so enveloped in him, that your skin took to his cologne. Your skin smelled like his skin.

"Okay, this obviously isn't going amazingly, so let's try something a little different. I'm gonna move you, okay?"

⠀You nearly got up before you felt your chair move with you on it. Ray had tugged your chair over directly in front of his. So close you could see his shoes beside your chair. Then, his arms came from behind you. One of his hands settled on your waist, the other wrapped around your hand on the fret board. You could scream.

⠀He was so close. You could feel the heat radiating off of him. Hold me. Hold me, not the guitar. Say whatever you'd like, just hold me, please. I want your arms to squeeze me.

⠀You decided to royally fuck any mental restraint now. You wouldn't feed into it physically, but there was no point restraining your thoughts now. God, this had to be purposeful. Friends don't hold each other gently by the waist, thumb absentmindedly stroking back and forth along the fabric of your shirt. He had to be moving in on you, and you weren't complaining a bit.

"Here. Your index, or first finger, goes here, second here, third here, and your pinky goes here. Hold that, and strum a few times."

⠀His voice had dropped lower. Slightly softer, but richer. He was speaking just to you. Just for you. Saying words he only wanted you to here. The way his fingers tightened ever so slightly around your side made your breath hitch slightly. You assumed it was because you strummed the chord beautifully.

"Sorry, is this okay?" Ray asked gently, his voice carrying a slight gravelly undertone from being lowered.

⠀Realizing what he meant, you flashed a reassuring smile. "You're okay." You nodded a few times.

"Good."

⠀Ray's hand shifted a bit lower, his grip hugging the side of your thigh as he moved in closer. His head was over your shoulder and you could feel his chest pressed against your back. If it weren't for the stupid fucking chair, you'd be able to be perfectly snug against his figure. And, fuck, did you want to be.

"Let's try another chord. You're doing great."

⠀Ray's lips nearly brushed along your ear. You could feel his breath warming your skin, even feeling his chest rise and fall. If you paid any closer attention, you would be able to tell that his heart was racing the same way yours was. Being so close to you was a blessing for Ray. One you didn't exactly know about, but could guess by now. His fingers guided yours again, and made a different chord. You strummed, and and a string buzzed obnoxiously, as if wanting to be seen.

"That's okay, I think it's your pinky. Shift it a little to the right. Strum again?"

You did as he directed.

"Perfect." Along with his praise, he gave a small rub and squeeze to the side of your thigh. There was a small, trapped sound that caught in your throat, whether out of surprise or enjoyment. Either way, you didn't see the smile plastered on Ray's face.

⠀Just as Ray was about to say something else, his phone buzzed in his back pocket and played a Bauhaus song.

"Shit- sorry. One second."

⠀Just as his warmth had wrapped around you, it was gone twice as fast. He had pulled away and gotten up, answering the phone in the corner of the room. If you listened close enough, you would be able to make out whatever he was saying. You opted to pluck mindlessly at the guitar, even practicing a few of the picking patterns Ray had taught you.

"Okay, sorry about that. Gerard called, wanted to know if I would be down to practice with everyone else. Which, in Gerard talk, means everyone else wants to practice and needs me too. But, uh, I wanted to ask you, first." He stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"Ask me..?"

"If you didn't mind ending this lesson here. But not forever-! Just... For now. How does same time tomorrow sound?"

⠀You stood, leaning over to switch off the amp before you unplugged the cable and guitar. You handed the guitar over to Ray with a sweet smile, that of which he returned. It wasn't hard to see you were both seeing each other as newer people.

"It sounds perfect to me."

"Perfect. So I'll... Come pick you up, too?"

"I dunno. Maybe I'll... Walk here again. Just so that you'll have to do whatever you did back there to warm me up."

⠀Ray faltered for a moment, then laughed as he registered you addressing the moment. "Right. I'll do you one better. I'll pick you up a little early and make sure you're nice and warm in my car, yeah?" Ray took the guitar from you and put it away, safely in its case. He then grabbed your jacket, and held it open for you to slip your arms into.

"I don't think I can argue with that one." You grinned.

"Good. It's settled." Ray helped your coat on, then rested his hands on your biceps. He leaned down beside your shoulder again. "See you tomorrow?"

⠀Your face flushed again, this time, you turned slightly so that your lips were a few inches from his own.

"See you tomorrow."

☾ — mueheheheeeee i hope this was good. any comments are greatly appreciated, positive or constructive critcism, either way i'm down. ermmm debating a part two?? but idk it feels kinda finished to me ',:|. either way, hope u liked ittttt tags n shiz below but yeah :3 — ☾

[crsssie]

Dreaming of College Roommate!Leon

college roommate!Leon who dorms with you because the two of you happened to have selected to be okay with co-ed dorming and the university wanted to test it out

college roommate!Leon who tries his best to stick to his own, polite nods sent in your direction as you send the same back, nodding back when you give him a little wave when you get home

college roommate!Leon who catches a glance at the upper skin of your thighs when you tiptoe to reach for something, flushing red immediately as he snaps his neck to turn the other way, trying his best to stay respectful of the shared space. He'd hate to ruin it for you

college roommate!Leon who is forced to pick you up at the strike of two because you got hammered at a party — stealing you away from whatever fratboy was about to get his hands on you

college roommate!Leon who would rather die than admit that the warmth of your skin and breath was enough to have him lose his mind and flush red

college roommate!Leon who holds both of your wrists with a hand as you reach to pull him in, certain that you should be sober to do anything with him even if you were muttering about how much you needed him

college roommate!Leon who receives his thanks from you rather... kindly.

"Can't believe you're letting me... do this." Leon whispers, hand spreading over the small of your back as he pushes into you, breath caught in his throat as he sinks into you, heart racing in his ears as you exhale with him.

"Mm... least I can do to thank... you." You mumble, voice coming out muffled from the pillow you've decided to cling to. "As long as you don't tell the RA."

"Oh, of course not." He mutters, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you flutter around him. "You just feel... so... good."

"Good." You mumble, lips parted as you shift slightly to get used to the feeling of him inside of you. You wonder if he knows just how full he's making you feel, the sensation resting at the tip of your throat as you catch your breath. "Go ahead. Go ahead."

Leon starts slow, hand on your back forcing you to arch further, string of curses slipping past your lips as he eventually drunkens himself with the feeling of you around him, hips snapping to meet yours quicker and quicker, desperation reeking off of him as his fingers slide down the skin of your pelvis to brush at your clit. Theat earns him a reaction from you as you tighten around him, gasping as your body shakes from the intensity of the orgasm, Leon following shortly after.

"You think they'll separate rooms for us now?" You grin at him coyly as he forces his eyes away from your back to meet yours.

"God, I hope not." He mumbles. "Even then, they couldn't stop me if I tried."

"Wow, Leon. You're not even going to ask me out? How cruel of you."

He lifts you by the hips, turning you around as you yelp, pressing his forehead to yours as his brows furrow.

"I was getting there."

"They're going to ban co-ed dorming because of us, just watch."

"Then it can be our little secret." He mumbles, lips pressed to yours as you lean back to get comfortable. "Would you like to get breakfast?"

"At the dining hall?" You raise a brow, lip quirked up in amusement.

"Unless you'd like something better?"

You pretend to think, running your hand through his hair, giving it a gentle tug as he tilts his head to blink at you.

"Please?"

"Since you asked so nicely." You hum. "Sweet boy."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." You pinch his cheek. "Mine?"

"Mine." He mumbles back, sighing as he rests his head in your collar.

His.

[girlokwhatever]

‧͙･༓☾⋆୨୧˚.ೃ࿐ੈ✩˚ the proposal,,

(part two of the meet the martins series)

kate martin x fem!reader

it’s been a year since you first met kate’s family. since then, you’ve seen them more times than you can count, each one leaving a lasting impression on you. you’ve grown impossibly close to each one of them, especially her mother and sister. you were even there when kennedy gave birth to carson, your most favorite person ever.

your relationship with kate has also grown exponentially. you spent almost all your time with her, attached to the hip. you were there for her senior night, there for her loss against south carolina, there for her draft night, and there when it was announced she made the final roster.

you both knew now was the time to make big decisions for your relationship. kate was moving across the country and the big question was whether or not you’d go with her. you were only dating and moving so far away from home was scary. kate brought it up a few times, but the conversation always ended up being more uncertain than it was before.

the first time she flew out you stayed behind, still needing the last weeks of school to finish your degree. it was hard for you to be without kate for an extended period of time, always so used to being in her presence or having the option to drive five minutes just to see her. she struggled all the same, wishing she could snuggle into after a hard workout.

kate was granted a few vacation weeks before the tryouts started and decided to take you, your family, and her family to a lake house. everyone packed up, leaving their lives behind for a week. you were beyond grateful to see kate again, not knowing when you were going to see her again after the time was up.

you were basking in the early morning sun of the lake house, reveling in the feeling of kate’s sweet kisses on your shoulder. her warmth seeped through your skin, warming your own skin and flushing your cheeks red.

“g’morning kate,” you mumble into the pillow sleepily, not wanting to disturb the peaceful silence of the early morning.

“morning baby.” she continues peppering kisses on your bare skin, dragging her hand up and down your leg. she missed being able to hold you in the morning, to pepper you with love before having to leave.

in those long mornings without you, kate began to question if it was even worth it. sure, she loved basketball. she loved the opportunity she was given to tryout for one of her favorite teams, but what good was it without you by her side to cheer her on. she needed you.

“lets get you some breakfast sweet girl,”

kate pulls you out of bed, guiding you down the hall as you wipe the sleep from your eyes. she pulls out a barstool for you, quickly making your breakfast and returning to you.

she refuses to leave your side, draping her arms over your shoulders while you eat. you don’t mind, leaning into her touch and letting it consume you whole. you let you steal a few bites from your plate, knowing she’d still do it whether you protested or not.

your moms walked into the kitchen, dressed to go out. they were talking as if they were best friends and honestly, at this point, they may be. everyone from both of your family’s got along so well, which you and kate really appreciate.

“hey, me and the moms are gonna go out today and get some things. you can stay here, just relax okay? you can sunbathe like you’ve been wanting to do.”

you nod, not thinking anything of it. kate secretly sighs in relief, thankful that you didn’t question anything. your girlfriend needed this time to sort out some plans without you knowing what she was up to.

as soon as kate was in the car with your mom and her own, she pulled the red velvet box out of her pocket and displayed it in her hand. she felt like she was holding the most valuable possession in the world, and in some ways she was. it was a symbol of her future with you and a reminder of every moment leading up to this.

flashbacks of a year ago in her room decorated her memory, recalling the moment when she said she wanted to marry you. she meant it then, and now has the opportunity to act on it now.

your mother’s eyes gleamed, completely fixated on the box. kate pried it open, revealing the dazzling gem held together by gold and silver. your mom’s eyes dared to spill a tear, not believing she’s looking at her daughter’s engagement ring. it was absolutely and undeniably beautiful, a perfect fit for you.

“what do you guys think?”

jill reaches out to touch her daughter’s shaky hand, offering support and affirmation. “kate, she’ll love it. it’s beautiful.”

kate’s looking at your mom for the same response, eyes pleading for her to say something. your mom is wiping her baby tears, trying to calm her own overwhelming nerves.

“it’s.. it’s amazing kate. i know my daughter is in good hands with you.”

it has been a few hours but kate had finally returned. the first thing she did was search for you, eventually finding you sunbathing on the lake dock. she silently admired you for a moment, noticing you were in her favorite swimsuit of yours.

memories of you wearing that come back to her. she remembers the first time she saw you in that it made her absolutely feral, taking it off of you in the middle of the hot tub. her face grows red at the memory, refraining herself from repeating history.

“hey baby,”

“hey kate! did you have fun?”

“yeah, we got some baking stuff so we can make brownies tonight.”

“double fudge?”

“double fudge.”

you smile, turning your body to face her. she’s sitting next to your chair, running her fingers gently through your hair. she’s staring right at you with a big smile on her face that never waivers.

“what?”

“nothing. i just really love you.”

she leans in and pecks your lips a few times, not giving you time to answer. she’s growing more nervous by the second, anticipation for later growing an uncontrollable amount. when you pull away you can tell something’s off, noticing the way she’s pulling on her own fingers numerous times over.

“kate? are you okay?”

“huh? yeah- just thinking. nervous about tryouts and everything.”

“i know you’ll do great, i’m cheering for you one thousand percent.”

“and that’s all i need. hey also, i got you a new dress while we were out today, you should wear it for dinner. i think you’ll really like it.”

“really? thank you k, i can’t wait to see it.”

you kiss her once more, letting it linger this time. you want to bask with her and never let go. she welcomes the kiss and reciprocates, gingerly holding the sides of your face.

eventually you pull away, instantly feeling the ghost of her presence on your skin. it leaves behind her body warmth, skin tingling from her touch. needing to shower before dinner, you collect your things and head back to the house with kate.

it isn’t until after your shower that you get to see the dress. it’s beautiful, not too fancy but definitely more than casual. it’s one of your favorite colors too, loving the way it compliments your skin tone. you put it on and feel too beautiful, reminding yourself to thank kate later.

by the time you finish your hair and makeup it’s time to set the table for dinner. you walk out and see kennedy, finding her through the crowd of both of your families.

“hey ken,”

“hey- oh my goodness you look so beautiful!”

you’re about to tell her the same, but kate approaches the both of you looking frantic. “hey kennedy, can i please talk to you for a second?”

“sure- we’ll be right back.”

you wave them off, kate’s behavior sparking some anxiety inside of you. she’s been acting off but she says she’s fine. you’re just worried.

out of your sight, kate pulls her sister into the nearest room, completely panicked and on edge. she thinks she might go crazy, nothing helping to calm her nerves.

“ken, i’m so nervous. what if she says no? or she’s not ready? or what if this isn’t how she imagined it? i want everything to be perfect for her.”

“kate, it’s okay. calm down- please. you’ve done so good with the planning, i know it’s going to be everything she’s dreamed of. just be happy!”

kate nods, taking deep breaths towards the ceiling. her sister is right; you and kate talked numerous times about your dreams of marriage and proposals. she planned all of this around what you’ve described before from your dreams. part of kate, deep down, is just consumed by the fear that you’re not ready for this yet. you might not be ready to move across the country for her.

“go out there and show your future wife how much you love her.”

you sat next to kate during dinner, both of your families surrounding you. her hand stayed on your thigh throughout the majority of the meal, squeezing every now and then. she knew it was to calm her nerves but it passed off as simple affection. she just hopes her sweaty palms didn’t leave a spot on your dress.

after cleaning and tidying up, kate takes you down to the dock. she holds your hand tight, the hold buried deep in her pocket. your and kate’s family follows behind quietly without your knowledge, pulling out camera’s and tiny party horns.

“i love you.”

“i love you too kate.”

she’s holding your waist, swaying you around to imaginary music. the dress she bought you flows gently in the wind, wrapping around kate as well.

she turns your back to her chest, letting you both face the water as the sun sets over the trees. it creates a beautiful scenery, painting pinks and yellows through the sky.

she pulls away from you, taking a deep and heavy breath. now was the moment she’s been preparing for. it’s been weeks in the making, probably more than that. she’s having a hard focusing on anything other than you in this moment, your history and future counting on this moment.

she feels in her pocket for the box, pulling it out as she gets on one knee behind you. usually kate is so calm and collected but right now she’s shitting bricks waiting for you to turn around. when you don’t, she leans forward, gently nudging the back of your thigh. it’s enough to get your attention, wordlessly turning around to the sight of kate on one knee.

she peels back the lid of the velvet box, revealing the ring she showed to her mom and yours only hours ago. you’re at a loss for words, mouth falling agape.

“i know we’ve only been together for like, two years. but even more than that i know that i love you more than anything else. i’ve thought about this moment everyday for a year. i don’t need an eternity to know i love you, i just need you. i can’t do it without you. will you please make me the luckiest, most grateful person on the planet, and marry me?”

you’re crying, tears streaming down your face. you swear this is the happiest you’ve ever been, basking in the moment and committing it to memory. you’re so thankful for kate, nothing but love and admiration in your heart when you look at her.

you’re crying and nodding, chanting yes over and over hoping and praying this isn’t all happening in your head. she’s standing up now, pulling you into an earth-shattering embrace and refusing to let you go until she remembers she hasn’t even put the ring on your finger yet.

your fiancé pulls back, sliding the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen onto your finger. you’re both shaking, crying, and laughing. you break out into a huge grin, pulling kate into a passionate kiss with haste.

you know one thing for certain, you love kate martin. not only do you love her, you know she’s your soulmate. you know you’d move across the country for her, and move you will.

las vegas, meet the martins.

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KATE AND READER ARE GROWING 😊😊

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[with-my-calamitous-love]

MRS DOT KENNEDY ・❥・🧸

pure leon kennedy smut because i am scratching at the walls waiting for re9 info. f! reader

@crushmeeren leon content 🫧

leon kennedy, who is the most gorgeous man you have ever seen. who keeps his muscular figure for his job, but mostly because he loves the way your eyes wander over his biceps. who picks you up effortlessly, who can throw you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. who is aware of his good looks and more aware of how wet it gets you.

leon kennedy, who is lets you set the pace. who is rough or gentle, depending on what you want. who makes your cries sound like an angel singing, the chorus being his name and the him being the composer of your climax. who can just as easily make the mascara fun from your eyes, pulling your hair and pushing your pretty little face into the pillows. “like that, babygirl? hah, i knew you would.”

leon kennedy, who likes experimenting with handcuffs. who, being an officer, knows how to use them and knows where to hide the key. who presses a kiss to your hand, hazy brown eyes looking at you before gathering both your wrists before securing them to the headboard, or behind your back, or wherever you want them, really.

leon kennedy, who keeps a photo of you in his wallet, and in his pocket. who is reminded of everything he wants to protect when he sees you. who smiles to himself, seeing your smile as his wallpaper before continuing on with whatever bastard he’s tasked to deal with. who also likes carrying dirty photos of you, whether its videos of you obediently sucking his cock or photos of your face when he’s going down on you. anything that reminds him he has someone to go home to.

leon kennedy, who can be mean. who bullies orgasms out of you over and over again. who handcuffs you when he’s in a really bad mood, just letting his tongue barely graze your clit while you’re whining to grab his hair. who laughs like an asshole when he sees your desperation, knowing he’ll eventually give in, but wanting to drag it out.

leon kennedy, who is loves how you feel around him. who groans as he slips into you, thinking he could cum solely from how tight you feel. but who holds himself back, lost in the way your chest bounce and your eyes roll back. who takes you in every position he can think of, all those years of training his stamina coming in handy.

leon kennedy, who is the king of aftercare. who knows well how to deal with bruises and bites (he’s had quite a few himself) and who doesn’t tell you about that bite mark on your neck. you’ll have to tell people it was leon to avoid others thinking some zombie bit you <3

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mmnnn just finished hardcore mode of leons campaign in re2 remake and about to play 3+4 when i find the time! got inspired by re9 leaks hehe, maybe i’ll write for carlos next <3

[miidnighters]

Hmm.

That wasn't exactly the enthusiastic yes she'd been hoping for. In fact, it sounded like they weren't acting in their own interest at all. They seem to be focusing on if she wants to - will do whatever she wants, Kennedy wants to make her happy. She wasn't expecting complete confidence, of course, but Hartley at the very least wanted them to sound less unsure.

Maybe she'd made the wrong choice, at the bar.

"What about you, darling?" Hartley's hand drops, and she offers it for them to tangle fingers in, if they want. "I very much want to, but I want to make you feel good, too." A pause. "It's okay if you've changed your mind or you just want to kiss - I'll happily just come sit in your lap and make out for a while, if that's all you want to do."

Kennedy almost flinches back when he hand reaches out towards them. They aren't scared of her, at least not.. Extremely scared of her. But they are intimidated by her. How could they not be? She was more than pretty, she was beautiful, and here she was somehow finding interest in them? It didn't make any sense to them. But maybe it didn't have to? Maybe... Maybe this was just. How it was sometimes?

They weren't sure. They were only sure they were happy they'd come home with her, even if they did feel sort of like they were going to die just looking at her.

"yeah, um. yeah, i'm good, i just..." They trail off, offering out a tiny, nervous smile. "not. great at this sort of thing. but we can- i mean. um. if you want to we can. do whatever you want." They nod. "i'd like that. to make you... happy."