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[frenchcoucou]

Leon and Carlos 🙈

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[d-a-n-n-y-y]

How every different Y/N’s getting ready to be featured in fanfiction across different fandoms rn:

[bruhhxiao]

Leon S. Kennedy re2 would spend hours watching you playing with the rescued kids to cheer them up. How patient you were.

Helping them with the food, avoiding fights for toys, when they cried for their lost ones…

Sure you two were more than co-workers, more than close friends. You made him find love, but what brought something back to life in him was when he saw you cuddling that baby to make him eat while distracting him.

“Babababa”

Was that toothless smile that gave him the courage to sit next to you and forget all the pain he went through.

There is now Leon S. Kennedy re4 coming home for you two.

He never expected to come home and announce him the news of you being pregnant.

He spent mostly of his free days watching video or reading book about pregnancy and how to take care of a child… since he had a pretty hard childhood.

He has double monitor. One on your side on the other on his. “what is going to happen if you’re in a deep sleep and I’m too far for the one on your side..” he tried to justify himself like the fact that he has cameras connected to the baby “zone” when he’s on mission, everywhere

But there was absolutely one thing, one damn thing that made his heart melt..

The baby, a perfect mix of you two, could never do something if she/he hasn’t both of his parents close. But you got lucky because when Leon is on mission the child is cooperative.

Just imagine falling asleep on you lap as she/he holds Leon’s hands while you watch tv.

just imagine bathing you three together surrounded by toys.

Just imagine playing together on the rug in front of the tv and if you fall asleep well… you’ll wake up to someone biting you.

And only god knows how he feels when he comes back from the store or from outside in general and hears you teaching the baby how to say ‘papa’ while he’s hiding behind the wall holding his chest.

But there are times when mothers give to educate their children. Like that time when Leon bought a toy that wasn’t the baby liking so she/he smashed it to the floor screaming, here you come while Leon was clam because he knew how children can be sometimes.

“You shouldn’t throw what is gifted to you. After what happened there are kids with no papa that can’t afford a toy.” You say calmly taking the toy away to another room.

The child otherwise was pretty smart for his age to understand that you were disappointed by his behavior, but he was still a child so of course he would have ended up crying holding onto Leon pointing towards the room you walked into calling his mama.

Once Leon stepped behind, you felt two tinny hands grabbing to your neck. You take him but of course he has to hold his papa close as well making Leon chuckle for her/his cute habit.

But what was the cutest was when the little one couldn’t bare his/her nursery and so they would whine till you take him/her to the big bed surrounded by his/her mama and papa arms. <3

[sidemari]

● Lethal need ●

A NSFW compilation of short texts about exploring some kinks with the Resident Evil characters.

Caracthers included: Ada Wong, Albert Wesker, Excella Gione, Leon Kennedy and Piers Nivans x AFAB/Fem!Reader.

Warnings: BDSM, biting, bondage, breeding kink, consensual non-con, creampie, daddy/little girl, exhibitionism, face sitting, marking, master-slave dynamics, oral sex, overstimulation, praise, public sex, unprotected sex, voyeurism. Let me know if I missed anything.

Ada Wong

Consensual non-con, exhibitionism (Fem!Reader)

The tension inside your abdomen was almost unbearable, your breathing was shaky enough for anyone to notice that something was wrong, your sweat-sticky skin made your expressions more vivid and your racing heartbeat made it harder to concentrate on anything else than her and the way she made you feel. 

"Ada... P-Please..." You swallowed, trying hard to suppress a moan that insisted on coming out, low but no less humiliating. 

The wet kisses she pressed against your neck as she masterfully altered the speed of the vibrator inside you helped bring you close to orgasm once again, only for her to abruptly cease all stimulation. 

"Anyone could see us... We are..." Your eyebrows furrowed as you felt the vibrator start working again, slowly but no less nerve wrecking. 

“We are...?” She urged you to finish your sentence, her eyebrow raised in defiance. 

"We're in an alley, Ada... We should go back to the department and report-" 

"Cut out the heroism for once" She captured your lips in a hot, urgent kiss, almost as if that night was a farewell for both of you, only breaking away from you when she saw that you were no longer returning the kiss with the same intensity due to lack of breath. 

Her hands then fingered the buttons of your shirt before stimulating your nipples covered by the thin fabric. 

“Ada, please, stop...” You begged, trying to push her away from you, but to no avail. She was already suffocating you again with her presence before you had even pulled yourself together. 

“You’d almost sound convincing...” She whispered in your ear, making you shiver from the closeness. "If I didn't know you want this as much as I do." 

"I don't want others to see me like this..." You whimpered once more, trying to hold on to your interpretation. 

“I think...” She unbuttoned the first button of your shirt, and then another, and another as she spoke. "That your body is begging you to accept how needy you are. Can't you feel how much your body needs me?" The icy air hit your now exposed torso, making your nipples harden in a matter of seconds. 

“Let me go...” 

"I will, love, but only when I get what's rightfully mine." Her tongue played with a nipple, circling it for a long time before engulfing it and sucking it with enough pressure to make you weak, your hands searching for support that was poorly found in the damp wall behind you as the speed of the vibrator increased abruptly, making you squirm and moan your girlfriend's name.

“We're...” You choked. "Co-workers... We can't..." You went quiet when you saw a passer-by appear on the horizon. “Ada, there's someone coming...” Your voice changed intonation from pleading to warning. 

“Let them see.” When she finally finished stimulating both nipples, she knelt down, her eyes fixed on you as her hands parted your thighs, and, pulling up your skirt a little, she exposed your sex completely: no panties, a quivering vagina with a vibrator stimulating the most sensitive spot inside you and an aching clit. 

"Let them hear what only I can do to you." And her mouth attacked your clit, sucking it with different intensities, while her hand every now and then pushed deeper inside you the vibrator that insisted on slipping out a little due to your intense lubrication. 

Your hands tried to push her shoulders as the passer-by approached, but she didn't budge. 

“Stop, please...” You begged once again as your orgasm approached once more that night. “Ada, listen to me...” Your body shuddered and your voice faltered and she understood the signals in seconds: her tongue increased the pressure around your clit while her other hand began thrusting the vibrator inside of you. 

“Cum for me, come on...” 

“I c-can’t...” You tried to resist the natural course of things, hating to give her the satisfaction of seeing you break under her ministrations. The pedestrian must have noticed that something wasn't right, but that whatever it was, it didn't deserve his attention when he swerved as soon as he got close enough to see what was going on in that dark alley. 

"Ada, I-I..." And your orgasm finally came: strong, intense, overwhelming. 

Your legs failed you, but your girlfriend was quick enough to get up and stabilize youtube holding your waist, slowly guiding you through your orgasm as she watched every expression you made as your walls contracted around nothing. 

And then her eyes changed expression, becoming worried, almost anxious. 

"Are you alright? Did I cross a line?" 

"I... I'm fine." You hid your face against her neck, inhaling her comforting scent, still coming down from your high. 

“You were so good to me.” She stroked your hair. “You almost convinced me that you really didn't want any of this.” You laughed against her skin, exhausted. 

"Let's go home, I'll stay with you until dawn."

"But, Ada, you..." 

"No work is more important than you, not anymore."

Albert Wesker 

BDSM, master-slave dynamics, praise (Fem!Reader)

His hands moved with a confidence that spoke of a man who knew what he wanted and how to take it. Wesker pushed you down onto the mattress, his body covering yours, your breath mingling with his as his fingers traced the lines of your body, mapping out every curve as if he wanted to memorize every single one of them.

His lips moved to your neck, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin the way he knew you liked. You could feel his arousal, hard and insistent, pressing against your thigh, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins as his lips claimed yours with a hunger that was as primal as the storm that poured outside.

His hand slid down, rough and warm, his fingers finding that sweet spot, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. You moaned his name like a plea, your hands gripping the silk sheets under your body as you arched into his touch, your soul craving more, your mind screaming for release.

“Good girl.” His eyes darkened as he took in your bare breasts, and leaning down, he murmured against your skin, “What’s your safeword, dear?”

“Red, Sir” You gasped, hands now tangling in his hair, holding him to you.

His lips found yours, the urgent and demanding kiss only ceasing when he could no longer bear to ignore his needs anymore.

“Spread your legs.” He commanded, his voice low and dominant.

He knelt between your legs, his hands pushing your thighs further apart, and, leaning down, his tongue started to savour you.

You cried out, your back arching off the bed, your hands returning to fist the sheets. He chuckled, the vibration of his laughter sending shockwaves through your body.

"You taste like heaven." He murmured, before diving back in, his tongue exploring and teasing you, driving you to the brink of madness.

“I need you…” You begged, squirming under him in restlessness. “Fuck, I need you inside of me now-”

Wesker paused his movements, chuckling - almost disdainfully - against the inside of your thigh.

“Are you ready for me already?”

“Yes, master! I’m s-so ready for you… S-So, please-”

Before you could say anything else, his hands found your neck, squeezing it with enough pressure to decrease the amount of oxygen you could take in without suffocating you. The pressure of his hand around your neck was delicious enough to make shivers of pleasure run down your spine, leaving you so lightheaded you barely felt his cock pressing at your entrance.

He pushed into you, inch by inch, filling you completely, stretching you the way only he could. You gasped in surprise, your nails digging into his back as he began to move, his thrusts fast and intense, his cock reaching so deep within you that you could feel you becoming one with him. His fingers found your clit, rubbing and teasing and each thrust pushed you closer to the edge.

“Fuck me harder, master!” You choked, his other hand still around your neck. Wesker raised his eyebrows, taking in how sinful you sounded,

“Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, master” You moaned against his lips, giving in to the urgent kiss he initiated. “F-Fuck, I’m so close!”

“So cum, doll…” He took away the hand around your neck to intertwine fingers with you. “Cum around your masters’ cock like the good slut you are.” You obeyed his words, your body convulsing around him, your cries filling the room as he followed you over the edge, his body shuddering as he found his release.

He pulled you impossibly close against him and pressed a kiss against your lips before whispering in a husky tone “You’re mine. Every single inch of you belongs to me.”

Breeding kink, overstimulation, praise (Fem!Reader)

His hands slid over your skin, melting every point of tension, from your shoulders to the base of your back. 

You were painfully tense.

"What happened?"

"I just..." Your voice trailed off. "I just wish this madness would end. I wish our lives before the incident had never been interrupted.” He murmured encouragement for you to continue when you fell silent. “I feel like I can never go back to my old dreams, not when the world we live in is this hell. I wanted to be useful, I wanted to form a family…" You sighed when you felt him pressing lingering kisses to your neck, collarbone and shoulder.

"This is not a good time..." You tried to get out of his arms against your own will, you needed him more than anything, you were just lying to yourself. 

"You need this as much as I do." He turned you around, capturing your lips in a slow, intense kiss full of unspoken feelings. "Let me show you that we can still find happiness in this filthy world."

…

The wine and the caresses did justice to the beginning of a long and hot night. 

You were now under him, your legs trembling on your lover's shoulders as he sucked you hard. His tongue caressed your clit, sometimes sucking it, sometimes circling it with just the right amount of pressure to make you melt against the mattress.

"Baby, please..." His hands caressed the strands of blonde hair that were once neatly styled. "Just fuck me already..."

"Patience" He murmured, spanking your thigh before finishing speaking. "I want to taste you properly."

He only stopped sucking you on your third orgasm, that was when he decided that his needs should also be met. He was painfully hard, begging for attention, begging for you. 

“Baby, please…” You whimpered, looking at him with big pleading eyes, plumpy lips and uneasy breathing. “I need you so m-much!” Wesker finally entered you, slowly stretching your hole as your walls so eagerly welcomed him in.

Your hands found support on his biceps as he thrust inside you, reaching places inside you that you never thought possible. His precum and your own essence coated his cock, forming a layer of lubrication that made it easier for him to pound mercilessly inside your hole. He set the pace he pleased, without bothering to ask you if you could handle it - that night was all about fucking your frustrations away. His cock pressed against every crevice and stimulated every single one of the sensitive spots inside your walls each time he bottomed out inside of you. 

"Milk me, come on..." His thrusts were almost violent now. "Take it like the good girl you are" 

"It's t-too m-much" You gasped, pathetically trying to overcome the fact he wouldn't allow you to rest until you were carrying his child. 

"I know you can gimme one more" The grip in your hips was so intense you felt your skin ache, a whimper leaving your lips involuntarily each time your body jerked with every hard thrust of his. "Stop whining for once and keep taking this cock. Wasn't that what you wanted? To be finally useful for something?" 

"Wesker..." You gasped his name before another orgasm hit you without warning. You doubted you could even cum anymore, but your body masterfully managed to ride you towards another climax. "Please..." Tears of pure overstimulation and exhaustion left your eyes, making your vision blurry, his body above yours a mere figure.

“Beg for it” He squeezed your neck with one of his hands when you didn't answer him right away. "I told you to beg for it."

"Cum inside me!"

"You can do better than that."

"P-Please, baby, cum inside me. I promise I won't waste a single drop if you do, b-but please... I need it so bad-"

"Atta girl" His fingers kept circling your clit, overstimulating you so he could watch you break. He finally came after a few more thrusts, filling you up completely with multiple ropes of his hot, sticky essence. 

"Fuck, such a good pet you are, doll" He tucked a lock of hair behind your ear before finishing his reasoning. “You won’t leave this bedroom until I get to breed you properly.” He murmured against your ear, kissing your lips afterwards. 

Bondage (Fem!Reader)

"Wesker... It's too tight..."

“It's a shame it is” His expression was brimming with false empathy.

"What did I do wrong?"

"You didn't necessarily do anything wrong." He said, his voice stern. “I'm just frustrated.”

You sighed in defeat, knowing as well as anyone that he would take out whatever frustrations his plans had found on you.

His arrogance didn't allow you to be reasonable with him: arguing that his idea of a forced evolution of humanity as well as his narcissism were problematic would only bring trouble to your already exhausted mind.

The handcuffs were cold and rubbed against the sensitive skin of your wrists even with the slightest movement of your body, your arms were pinned behind you, and even though they were resting on your lower back, your muscles were sore due to the uncommon position.

“You know what to do.” He sat down on a chair before unbuttoning his pants and exposing his cock, waiting for you to take the initiative to satisfy him.

You wished you could see through those sunglasses, you really wanted to be able to read some emotion in those eyes; but anything other than superiority, ambition, manipulation and control were absurdly far from that man.

You teased the head of his cock with your tongue, taking small licks to collect and savor some of his pre-cum. Then you started sucking just the tip, slowly stimulating him at your own pace.

"Suck me off already." He demanded, one of his hands pushing your head down, forcing you to take him completely in your mouth. Your lips were already around the base of his cock when the first gagging reflex kicked in, but he forced you to stay in this position until you lost your breath.

You mumbled something unintelligible to him, saliva pooling around him as you fought nausea and breathlessness, and, flailing your arms in a failed attempt to free yourself from the cuffs, you were unsuccessful.

You were able to catch your breath for a few seconds when he removed his cock from your mouth - only to rub the slick tip against your lips and slam it against them. He then guided you into sucking him at an intense pace, the tip of his cock brushing against your throat every time he bobbed your head.

“Wesker, please...” You whimpered with your mouth full, clamoring for a break or even a slower pace.

“Save it.” And this scene went on for a good few minutes, with you completely naked, giving your own boss a blowjob while he used you the way he pleased.

At one point he abruptly stopped his movements, ordering you to stand up and lean on the table in front of him.

“You know, you're kind of good for something.” He murmured against your hair, pressing your restrained arms against your own back to adjust the angle of your body. "You're a good person to take out the pent-up tension on."

"And why am I the one who has to deal with your frustrations?" You muttered bitterly, only to feel him brutally pulling at one of the handcuffs on your wrists just to make you uncomfortable while two of his fingers invaded you without asking permission, collecting your essence and spreading it betweens your folds, so it would be easier to take him in.

"You always say the last word and..." You suppressed a moan as his fingers curved inside you, hitting just the right spot to make you squirm. “.... always wants to be in control.” He brought you close to an orgasm in a few minutes, without any difficulty. "W-Why?"

"Simply because I can." His fingers were replaced by his own cock and quick, deep thrusts began. “And you know it.”

Perhaps the thing you needed most at that moment, apart from being fucked raw by him was finding some support with your hands since his movements were so abrupt and violent that you could barely stay still without losing balance.

Involuntarily, your wrists continued to struggle against the handcuffs, bruising and marking your skin just as Wesker had envisioned long minutes before.

His self-created rhythm finally failed when you both reached your orgasms together, your bodies facing waves of pleasure as relaxation and satisfaction flooded your souls.

“Allow me.” He removed the handcuffs, discarding them anywhere in the room without further interest before offering his own jacket for you to cover yourself with. Checking your wrists, he smiled with satisfaction as he saw the marks stamped into your skin. "You really do serve to release pent-up tension and I bet you like it."

Consensual non-con, voyeurism (Fem!Reader)

His eyes watched you curiously, waiting for your next move. Would you resist and try to struggle when he touched you to examine you? Or would you cooperate with his objectives and leave behind the stupid idea of ​​postponing your own destiny?

"How do you feel?" His fingers gripped your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“I don't want to be a test subject for your damn plans.”

“Then don't, you can always be useful for something else.” His fingers traced the curve of your neck, shoulders and arms until they reached your hips, where he held your hips tightly enough to bring you closer to him with ease.

You shook your head, your breathing becoming ragged due to the minimal physical contact he imposed.

"Hm, what?"

"I don't want you to touch me." Your voice faltered as his hands pushed your thighs apart, exposing your sex to him.

“Don't you?” He murmured against your lips, before pressing a kiss against your clit. That simple gesture made you squirm, part of you wanting more than the little teases he offered. “I don't think you're in a position to demand anything at the moment.” He smiled against the inside of your thigh before marking it with a painful hickey that would take days to disappear.

You distinctly heard someone's footsteps approaching the room in the Arklay lab you and Wesker were in and that was enough to make your mind spin with possibilities: you had a reputation to uphold as a scientist, you couldn't just ruin your career because of a hookup.

"Wesker, there's... There's someone coming..." Your voice came out slurred due to the moans that insisted on escaping your lips. Said man was unbothered, positioned between your legs as he slowly ate you up, allowing you to feel every stimulus, from the steady sucking on your clit to his tongue fluttering against your folds in a delicious rhythm.

"Please..." You begged, trying to close your legs only for them to be parted violently.

The door to the room opened without warning, exposing your shameful situation to your coworker, Birkin. You tried to cover what you could of your exposed body, but your humiliation became greater with each passing moment.

"B-Birkin, please help me-" You whispered, a certain regret instantly washing over you when you noticed how shocked he looked.

"It's not like he's going to help you." Wesker stopped sucking you off for a few moments to stare at you. “What brings you here, anyway?” He asked, almost angrily. “Did you need to see what I'm doing to her up close?” But Birkin remained silent, an embarrassing erection becoming very present against the fabric of his pants.

The scientist's body was immobile, unable to move to avoid even more embarrassment for the three of you. The adrenaline of watching his quasi-rival fuck you was so addictive that he remained in that very same room while Wesker mercilessly pounded his cock inside of you, seeking the orgasm of both of you without a shred of shame.

"P-Please..." You whimpered, trying one last time to disentangle yourself from the iron grip Wesker had on you, but to no avail.

“Cum for me, come on.” Wesker smiled cunningly at Birkin as the man watched your body's every reaction. “Show him what only I can do to you.” Your orgasm triggered his: you felt him pulsing inside you before he marked you as his with his cum.

You shrank as Wesker stood up and fixed his own clothes, picking one of his lab coats to cover you from Birkin's hungry eyes.

“Get lost.”

The door closed hastily, leaving you and your fiancé alone in the room again.

"Should we tell him it was an act?"

"He'll be fine."

Daddy/Little girl (Fem!Reader)

His fingers gently stroked your hair as you rested on his chest.

Finding refuge in his arms, you snuggled even closer to him, your bodies impossibly close together as you enjoyed the warmth he offered.

"Why is my baby so quiet?"

You sighed, trying to ignore the wave of feelings that insisted on forming inside your heart.

“I just wish we had more time together.” You murmured against his body. “It's hard being away from you...”

“I bet it is, baby.” He kissed the top of your head before making you face him. “I promise I’m going to reward you for being a good girl all this time, okay?” You wriggled on top of him, a pleasurable anxiety bubbling inside your abdomen.

“Let me take care of you tonight, my girl.” He guided you to sit on his lap, pulling you into a slow kiss that oozed devotion and affection.

“Does your body need me?” He murmured against your lips before attacking the sensitive skin of your neck to leave a clearly visible mark. "Hm, does my little girl need to relax a bit?"

"Yes, daddy..." You whimpered, moving your hips so that you could feel how aroused he was. The bulge of his cock under his pants was big enough for you to hump your pussy against it, your aching clit finally getting the stimulation it deserved.

"Does that feel good, eh?" He teased, his ring and middle finger circling your clit with the right amount of pressure. "Keep humping against me, doll.”

"Y-Yes, daddy..." At this point you were pathetically obeying him, trying to get some relief. “... but I need you to be inside of me.” That made something snap inside of him.

You helped him unbutton his pants, lower his zipper and free his pulsing cock from his underwear, both of you hot and bothered by lust.

He stopped brushing his fingers against your clit just so he could open your mouth with them, making you taste yourself. He then stole a kiss from you, getting to get a taste of you on his own tongue.

Rising a little from his lap, you took him in your hand to tease your clit with the tip of his cock before wetting it with your essence as you pressed it against your folds. Without warning, his hands gripped your hips, lowering you against his cock, which hit the most sensitive spot inside you masterfully.

You melted onto him, initiating another kiss, this time sensual, slow and thirsty as you rode his cock, feeling every single inch stretching you enough to make you shudder above him and beg him for more.

His fingertips pressed a certain point on your abdomen that allowed him to feel how deep he was reaching inside you and that, together with the discreet bulge that formed every time you buried his cock inside you, was enough to make him want to break you.

It costed almost everything he had to stay in that position, leaving you in control while all his mind begged him to do was simply fucking you until you were too weak to say or do anything.

“I'm so close...” You whimpered against his neck, your trembling hands grasping his broad shoulders for support.

“Cum hard around your daddy's cock, come on.” Your movements began to falter and you threatened to stop them, but he finished guiding you by holding your hips so tightly it would definitely leave a bruise while he moved his own hips upwards, pounding your hole the way you deserved and wanted.

"W-Wesker!" Your orgasm hit you: violent, intense. Your mind went blank, the only thing you could think about was how well you fit together and how lucky you were to have him.

You still hadn't got off his lap when he returned to stroking your hair and asked in a husky voice:

"Better? Or does my girl need a few more rounds?"

Excella Gione

Bondage (Fem!Reader)

Your breath hitched as she reached out, her fingers brushing against your cheek.

"Fuck, I've been thinking about you all day..." She whispered, her voice laden with desire.

Excella's heart skipped a beat, her body aching with desire. She leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a soft, tentative kiss. Your lips were soft, yielding, tasting of the wine you had shared before as Excella deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring every corner of your mouth, her fingers tangling in your hair.

You groaned, your hands coming up to grip her hips, pulling her against you, your bodies so close together Excella could almost feel the heat between your legs, the aching need you felt there. She wanted you, wanted to feel you, to taste you, to dominate you.

And so, your exploration began. Excella started slowly, introducing you to the concept of safe words, of trust, of consent. She spoke of pain and pleasure, of the delicate line that separated them, of the beauty that could be found in pushing boundaries.

The first thing in those lines you both tried was physically restricting you. It was enticing seeing how responsive you could get if you had your freedom of movement taken away, even if not completely. She would choose to use ropes, delicate but no less efficient, to tie your wrists together, using one of her hands to hold yours above your head.

Her hands were firm yet gentle, her fingers tracing patterns on your skin that sent shivers coursing down your spine. She touched you everywhere, everywhere but where you ached most.

"You're so sensitive, love" Excella murmured, her lips brushing against your ear. "Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“Touch me, Excella. I need you so much…” You gasped, your voice carrying a plea.

Her touch became firmer, edging on pain. She pinched your nipples, making them hard, only so her mouth could attack them, sucking and licking them with the right pressure to make you see stars. She bit your shoulder, leaving a mark that you knew would hurt the next day, drawing out whimpers from your lips that you couldn't contain.

Excella whispered, her voice a captivating, seductive caress: she whispered about your body, your response, about what she would do to you and how she would do it.

You were lost in sensation, lost in her. You fought against the grip of the rope, your nails digging into your own flesh as you tried to hold her hand, as you tried to gain some control.

Her hand found its way to the place you needed her the most, circling your bundle of nerves, provoking your folds with her fingers. You could feel your body winding tighter with each stimulus, the pressure inside your abdomen ready to snap. You could feel the pleasure building, urgent and intense, an overwhelming feeling that was both addicting and tormenting.

"Please!" You begged, your voice ragged, your body shaking. "Please, I can't take anymore."

“Then cum for me, sweet girl.” Her lips captured yours as she swallowed your cries of pleasure as you came for the first time that night, your walls contracting around nothing as waves of delight washed over your body.

“This is… so frustrating…” You murmured, relaxation taking over your body. “So why does it feel so right and… so good?”

She chuckled at your reaction, finding the way you dealt with the flood of sensations precious.

“Because maybe you needed to experience this for a while.” She positioned herself between your legs, ready to savour you.

Face sitting (Fem!Reader)

The morning began slowly, illuminating your shared bedroom with some beams of light.

You were sleeping, your body naked due to the night before, but still covered by the sheets.

Excella watched you resting peacefully, with attention and tenderness, every now and then pressing a kiss against some exposed area of your body. She smiled when you murmured something unintelligible, knowing that was a sign you would soon awaken.

Pulling your body against hers, she inhaled your scent, finding shelter and comfort in you.

You moved a little and with that, allowing her to see some of the marks she left on your body the night before: some that seemed superficial while others would probably take some time to disappear completely. She smiled once again as she remembered what you had shared in the previous hours, wishing that time would stop - even if just for one day - so she could have you as many times as she wanted, without haste or other obligations in mind.

She climbed over you and returned to distribute kisses by your collarbones, in the valley between your breasts, in your abdomen... until she reached the place of her interest: spreading your legs gently, she paid attention to the inside of your thigh, whispering love vows between wet kisses.

"My dear..." You whimpered, opening your eyes slowly, and, getting used to the clarity of the environment, you saw your woman right there, ready to take you to heaven.

"Can I?" She asked, stroking your hips with the tips of her fingers.

You nodded, looking at her with expectation.

She then began to explore you with her tongue, sucking your clit and stimulating it with different intensities all while two of her fingers provoked your folds to then invade you, and, curving them, the most sensitive point inside your body could be stimulated.

Your hands caressed her dark hair, guiding her in her movements as your orgasm approached. The pressure inside your abdomen was about to break down when all stimulus ceased: Excella left her position between your legs to capture your lips in a slow but no less fervent kiss.

"Come here" She called, as she lay with her back to the mattress.

"Babe... I-" You understood right away what she wanted, but seemed uncertain. Seeing doubt in your eyes, she just nodded, reassuring you it would be worth it.

You obeyed her, climbing on top of her body and positioned yourself so you could ride her face. Your hands found support at the headboard and, at the slightest contact of her tongue with your sex, you were unable to control your sounds.

Her nose rubbed against your clit with every movement of your hips and her tongue eagerly explored every corner of your sex that the position allowed. Your orgasm was absurdly close again: your heart was racing inside your chest, your legs were trembling and your mind blurred.

"Love, I will..." You tried to warn her before melting over her as the waves of pleasure washed your body.

She tasted every drop of your essence before allowing you to change position: snuggling into her arms, your head rested on her chest as she stroked your hair.

"Thank you..." You whispered against her body.

"Any time, my girl."

Leon Kennedy 

Bondage (AFAB!Reader)

“Is it too tight?” He asked, moving your wrists gently. 

“No, it's fine.” You said, giving in to the kiss he pressed against your lips. It was as if time gave in to your desire as the kiss became deep, hot and rushed. 

His body was pressed against yours, like someone seeking shelter, his erection pressing against your lower abdomen with every movement he made over you. 

“I need you...” You murmured, interrupting the kiss for a few seconds before resuming it. 

Futilely, you tried to move your hands away from the headboard, where they were tied, in an attempt to guide him inside you. You felt him pulsing, so painfully hard and bothered as a few drops of pre-cum spread across your skin. 

“Do you have any idea of the effect you have on me?” He asked, finally massaging your clitoris so thirsty for attention, coating it with your essence and his own. 

He put just the tip inside you, shallowly thrusting it between your folds until you were tired of struggling against the ropes, your wrists already sensitive from the restraint. 

“I want to touch you, please, Leon...” You begged, a few tears of desire gathering in the corner of your eyes. 

“I know you want to... but isn't it more exciting this way?” He murmured, penetrating you more deeply, but without reaching as far inside you as he could. “Isn't it addictive to have to deal with certain frustrations when you know you'll be well rewarded for it?” 

You agreed in defeat, wishing that would make him change his mind about bondaging you. 

“Fuck me harder!” You moaned, your brows frowning in pleasure as your g-spot was stimulated in a different way by a certain thrust, trembling legs wrapping around his hips in an attempt to bury him completely inside you. “Please, Leon, I’m begging...” 

He finally penetrated you with everything he had, almost reaching your cervix as the first tear ran down your cheek. 

You both continued like this, belonging to each other and getting to know each other and memorizing every detail of each other's bodies and souls with every thrust, kiss, plea, moan and tear. His fingers slid over your cheeks, drying the tears of pleasure with reverence, as if recognizing that each one of them told its own story. 

The physical restriction made you experience each sensation multiple times more intensely: all your senses were overstimulated, your body smelled like him and carried him in every inch of your skin - his touches, kisses and marks. 

You were about to fall apart completely. Any word from him and you... 

“Give it to me...” Your orgasm began as your heart skipped a beat, a wave of satisfaction and relaxation washed over your body, leaving it as heavy as wet cloth. He pulsed inside you before filling you completely, refusing to remove himself from you right after his peak. 

“Leon...” You hesitated because he seemed absorbed in thoughts above you, but you squirmed in discomfort under him. “The ropes...” 

“I'm sorry” He quickly got off of you, removing the ropes tightly tied around your wrists. The skin under them was red, irritated and with some small abrasions due to the force you had subjected it to while squirming during sex. “I'm sorry...” Leon swallowed, feeling guilty wash over him for having brought up that idea. 

“Hey, Leon.” You held his face in your hands. "It's okay, I enjoyed the experience” 

"It was good, yes." His lips kissed your wrists gently and lovingly. "But I missed your nails digging into my back."  

Piers Nivans

Orgasm control (AFAB!Reader)

Piers pushed the fabric of your shirt down, baring your breasts to him. He leaned down, his mouth capturing one of the hardened peaks, sucking gently. You cried out, your hands tangling in his hair, holding him close.

Your hands moved to his shirt, removing it with agitation, your nails scraping against the bare skin of his back as he lavished attention on you, his hands roaming, exploring, relearning and revisiting every single inch of your body. Piers shivered at the sensation, his body hardening even more as he captured your mouth again, his tongue fighting with yours for dominance as his hands unbuttoned your pants hastily before you slid them, as well your underwear, down your legs. He pushed your body towards the bed, pressing it against the mattress using the weight of his own body, his hands moving up your thigh, inching closer to your sex.

You gasped, your hips moving, seeking his touch, his caresses. He gave it to you, his fingers stroking, exploring, finding you wet and ready. You moaned, your body moving in rhythm with his touch as he slipped a finger inside of you, then another, his thumb circling your clit. He knew you were close: your body tensing, your breath coming in short gasps, furrowed brows due to the pleasure.

Piers swallowed your cries as he worked you over and over, touching you in a way that only he could. His mouth claimed yours, his tongue dancing with yours as he continued to thrust his fingers inside you at a slow pace, stroking the most sensitive spot on your body with just the right amount of pressure to make you completely melt beneath him.

You moaned his name, as a way of warning him that you were close to cumming, only for him to cease all stimulation, allowing your breathing to regularize for some seconds just so he could resume his movements, bringing you to the edge once more.

“Piers, please…” You begged when he denied your orgasm again, your hands gripping the sheets beneath your body as a way of trying to deal with the overload of sensations.

"I know, I know..." He kissed your lips quickly before murmuring against them, “But I've thought about this all day, I don’t want this to end so soon.” Finishing undressing, Piers stroked his cock, spreading some beads of pre-cum over his length as he took a deep breath, his eyes drinking in the sight of you, and positioning himself at your entrance, he looked down at you, searching for consent, his heart pounding. You nodded, your eyes still locked with his as he slowly pushed inside of you, his body shuddering at the sensation.

His lips captured yours in a passionate kiss as his hips moved against yours, the sound of your lovemaking as well the moans, the sighs, the vows of love resonated in the room, proving to existence itself that you were made for each other.

“Piers!” You cried, your core churning in desperation for release. You were almost afraid of having your pleasure denied once again.

“Look at me.” He demanded when he saw that you squeezed your eyes shut. “I want you to look at me while you cum, come on.”

“C-Can I…?” You asked for permission, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes.

“Yes, yes you can. Cum hard around me, love.” You came with a shudder, your body clamping down around him, pulling him over the edge with you. He groaned, his body stiffening, his release filling you, marking you, claiming you as his and his only.

“Please, don’t leave…” You whispered against his body when he collapsed on top of you, his body spent, his heart pounding. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close before reassuring you,

“I’m not leaving until I have you again, again and again.” He kissed your forehead. “And when you wake up, I’ll still be here, by your side.”

[lxzy-bxby]

Dessert First

Husband!Leon Kennedy × Fem!Reader

Summary/TL;DR: Your husband just cannot handle going on a gathering without a taste of your pussy beforehand. WC: 1,685 CW&TW: 18+ MDNI ♡ Cunnilingus (oral fem!receiving) ♡ Pussy pronouns ♡ Explicit language ♡ No proofread ♡ No use of Y/N Tags: @writingwisterias | Taglist

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“Do we really have to go?”

Leon literally pouts as you tighten his bow tie around his neck. His thirty-eight more felt like eight. It would be irritating—if it wasn’t so cute.

“What do you think?” You huff, making sure you tied it not too strong. “It’s your best friends’ wedding anniversary.”

He doesn’t even blink. “So?”

You give him a look—the one he calls ‘the look’. For all many years you two have been married, he got it often enough to learn how to soften you back to mercy.

And you know all his tricks, too.

So when he leans over, a picture of innocence that is seemingly trying to kiss you, you gently push him off. “No,” you say sternly, pointing to your lips. “That’s Dior Addict.”

Leon grunts at the way you warn him, as if that small tube worthy of fortune wasn’t bought off his money.  “Yeah right, I was the only addict on your lips before you even got this thing.”

You chuckle. “No, seriously, we definitely do not want to smudge it. So aim somewhere else.”

He grumbles some more, but eventually settles on pecking your cheekbone. Distinguished mix of foundation and blush, AKA perfect opportunity to be a pain in the ass once again, fills Leon’s nostrils.

“You’re overdoin’ it, don’tcha think? It’s not like it’s our anniversary. And, by the way, I doubt you put that much effort into it back then.” Leon scoffs. Frankly speaking, he’s just saying it to be a grump—he never minds you wearing makeup as long as you’re not doing it to hide your insecurities, the very same ones he has grown to adore. Because Leon absolutely loves your bare face. There’s nothing better than seeing it first thing in the morning, your eyes hazy and cheeks slightly flushed for whatever reason. Or last thing in the night before drifting to sleep, having the reason he wakes up engraved to his mind. Or seeing it somewhere in between—in between lunch and dinner and in between his knees, his cum clinging on to your cheeks, his cock twitching next to your lips, spurting off some more ropes of viscous salty seed, painting the corner of your mouth silver.

Thinking about it was a bad idea. The worst, actually. Leon’s cock twitched with interest, his suit pants initially being too tight. With semi, they are insanely tight.

Half-hard just from reminiscing. See-through dress you are wearing did not help, as well.

Okay, it isn’t see-through. Quite modest, actually—midi, crimson, zero body parts exposed.

But Leon? Leon is seeing right through it.

He, for a fact, does know that you aren't wearing any bra because the straps would be visible and you hate when that happens. So if Leon does as much as whisper in your ear about how bad he wants to bend you over and slam into your cunt from the back until your slick drips down your thighs, he will see the way your nipples will get hard with arousal. 

Leon also knows you got those white panties on. The ones that get wet especially fast and noticeable—something he learned from experience. As soon as he pulls your skirt up, he can see a big wet patch vividly, thin fabric soaked through with your slick and giving him so many ideas about what to do—rub his cock on your pussy, feeling your chubby labia part as his swollen head nudges it; spreading precum and mixing it with your lube, causing saturated gusset of your underwear to cling to your rotund cunt.

Or, best-case scenario—delve into your wet cunt and feast like it’s his last.

Leon throws a glance towards the clock on the wall. Seven thirty three. Drive to the restaurant would take like fifteen minutes.

And even though he wishes he could eat you out for eternity, he thinks that he’ll be done on time—or more like he thinks that you’ll be done on time.

The question is, how do you ask your wife to let you eat her out?

“Ya in the mood for a head to go?”

Like that, for example.

You blink three or four times, staring at him as if he told you he doesn’t wanna hit it raw—because he’s a Plan B type of person.

“You expect me to suck you off with this lipstick on?” You point to your lips for a millionth time, eyeing him annoyedly.

Leon raises his eyebrows. “You wound me, babe. If you think that by suggesting head I mean I’m wanting you to do it… then I treat my woman wrong.”

You scoff. “What, you mean you want to eat me now? Right now? Are you insane?”

“More like pussy-drunk,” Leon shrugs, smoothing an imaginary crease on the fabric of his sleeves. “Come on, wifey. You’re the one who’s insane for declining the offer. And I’m… very impatient, y’know.”

To prove his words, Leon’s hands start tugging on the hemline of your dress. Before you can tug him off, his head already disappears under the skirt.

“Ever had a standing orgasm?” Leon muffles against your skin, making you strain your ears to hear him and your legs to keep standing. “Wonderin’ if I can make you come just with my mouth.”

“Leon!” You squeal, looking down at the obscene bulge of the fabric in between your legs. The bastard just smirks—not like you’d see it anyway—and next thing you feel is a trail of kisses upwards to your inner thigh.

“Kennedy, we’re running late!” You all but hiss, biting on your lip.

He lets out a low chuckle. “Okay, okay. I’ll speed up. No need to get all fussy.”

So he does speed up. Leon clenches his teeth around the waistband of your underwear, tugging it down. And you’re too weak of a woman to miss the show that made your cunt gush relentlessly.

You lift the hem of your dress to your waist, exposing Leon who already successfully dragged your panties down to your knees.

“Peek-a-boo,” He grins smugly, nuzzling his head against your bare mound. “Pussy so sweet, gon’ have a sugar rush.”

You automatically spread your thighs a bit wider, making room for him. Leon fits there perfectly like he was made for worshipping your pussy, not wasting any more time and parting your folds with his calloused fingers just for the sake of it.

“Wet,” He states proudly as if it wasn’t obvious at this point. “I like ‘em wet.”

Leon doesn’t do any more talking. He licks a first stripe between your folds, slow and deliberate, smearing your arousal, savouring it on his tongue. You let out a moan, and so does he. Leon nuzzles your pubis; then presses a kiss directly to your swollen bud.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, the ones you spent so much time smoothing out half an hour ago. Now you forget all about it, pulling him closer, making him bury his whole face in your cunt.

“That’s right, baby,” Leon rasps, voice muffled against your pussy. “Suffocate me with her.”

And then he starts to munch so sloppy the sound echoes through the bathroom. Leon seals his lips around your aching clit, sucking it in, loud and messy with it as his prickly stubble only adds to the sensation.

You feel like every flicker of your tongue milks you for more juices. You look down to see his glistening chin, the view making you tug on his hair. He doesn’t stop, not for a minute, licking your clit like a man possessed.

“So sweet,” Leon mumbles into your clit, chomping loudly, “My favourite… dessert.” He accentuates the last word with a soft nip.

You moan stupidly and uncontrollably, feeling your thighs shake. You desperately search for any support, digging your fingers into the countertop, hoping it would help you to keep yourself on your feet.

And Leon does everything to keep those knees buckling, his tongue moving to your fluttering opening, delving deep inside your tightness. You hold onto his hair for dear life as his tongue fucks your gummy walls, pushing in and out, stopping plunging into you only to lavish your soaked cunt with wet kisses.

Your knees weaken at the feel of his tongue swirling and prodding that deep. Your hips buckle towards, urging him on while he eagerly laps up on your wetness and nibbles on your clit with redoubled efforts.

“Cream for me, baby,” Leon groans, flicking the tip of his tongue against your bud. “Need to feel that sweet pussy clench around my tongue.”

You need it as bad as he does as you keep mewling desperately, and by the time his tongue makes his way back into your hole, you fall apart.

With a modulating moan, you come right into his mouth, feeling him slurping on your juices, eager to swallow every last drop of your luscious essence.

He looks up at you, his whole smiling face shining with your nectar, stubble practically saturated, and can’t help the shakiness of your legs.

Before your mind registers it, Leon is already up on his legs, hands going to your waist to stabilize you, making you lean your back against the sink. You encircle his torso, waiting for the sudden dizziness to pass.

You suddenly remember that you need to keep a disapproving facade in front of him for pulling that stunt. Regaining what remained of your composure, you cleared your throat.

“My dress is all wrinkly now.” You frown, pulling the skirt down and attempting to smooth crumpled fabric.

“Mhm. And panties are all drenched.” Leon grins shamelessly, leaning down to tug them off you. 

With a roll of your eyes, you step over them, leaving them abandoned on the floor. He is right, of course—they’re definitely… moist. Just another day of being married to Leon.

That’s the exact thought chanting in your mind as you see the sudden devious glint in his eyes.

“Now that I think ‘bout it, hmm… You ever been out with no panties on?”

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[chroni-ixx]

he loves bratty girls.

multiple x fem!reader, mdni. tw: piv, doggy, rough sex, mild choking, oral (m receiving), semi-public, kind of brat-taming not really

wc. 978

your snarky comments and slick eye rolls when you don’t get your way. he thinks it’s bullshit, sexy bullshit, but he never calls you on it, not in the moment. it’s a little game you guys have, you get to piss him off with your attitude and pretty little mouth, he gets to fuck you into submission!

win-win if you ask me.

your boyfriend has been glaring at you for a while now, your hands all over some frat guy at his friends party. batting your lashes and sweetly giggling. before this you had gotten into a dumb argument with your man. something about him saying he only liked your new nails.

he lets you have your fun though. waiting ‘til you're done to stride over and drag you into the nearest room.

“mmfph–fuckkk!”

it’s a bathroom, you’re in, music from the party outside, phasing by che ecru, blaring.

you’re bent over, the cold counter roughly digging into your ribs, head resting on the space by the sink. your dress at your ankles, joined by your lacy black thong.

your boyfriend's jeans just low enough for his cock to slip out, shirt thrown somewhere across the room.

the wet sounds of his balls slapping against your clit, smack of your hips colliding with each deep thrust, filling the bathroom. your pussy pulling him in, the creamy white mess you’ve made on him, thighs slick with arousal. it’s too much.

“‘s too much. i c-can’t.” your soft hands reach forward, grabbing at anything really to be relieved of the intense pleasure your boyfriend is giving you.

“don’t run, take what i fucking give you” he breathes out as he harshly pulls you back by your throat. unoccupied hand gripping your hip so hard you’d be shocked if there wasn’t a bruise tomorrow. wanton moans can't help but escape your mouth. you hope the walls in this place aren’t thin!

“you like pissing me off, don’t you, brushing up on another guy ‘cuz of some stupid argument, yeah?” he asks through clenched teeth, fingers lightly squeezing at the sides of your neck. but you don’t make a sound, tongue lolling out, eyes closed. “come on baby, you had s-so much to say earlier. can’t talk with dick in you?”

a dumb smile appears on your lips. you shake your head ‘no i can’t’, you’re enjoying this too much. he scoffs, his frustration only makes your pretty pussy clench around him harder, dripping on to the tile of the bathroom.

he adjusts slightly, the fat tip of his cock hitting that spot is much too good, your eyes rolling back, mouth stuck in an ‘o’. one of your hands moves backwards to push at his sculpted abdomen, fresh pedicure scraping against him.

you must be trying to help him! the hand around your throat leaves to hold your hand firm in his grip, using it as leverage to fuck you harder. your cunt wraps his thick cock in a tight squeeze, leaving him grunting, plump lip between his teeth at the feeling.

head falling back towards the countertop, your legs begin to shake, a deep pit forming in your stomach. a soft chant of ‘ah, ah, ah’ leaving your mouth.

your’re close and he knows it, hand from your hip gliding down to clit, rubbing in small circles.

“please, pleas–i’m gon’ cum” words leaving your mouth broken as you sweetly reach for one of his hands.

he lets you hold one as you let go, “cum for me baby.” said far too tender for the way he’s destroying you insides

you swear you see stars when the pit deep in your tummy finally explodes covering you in head-to-toe ecstasy. cream covering his entire cock, small drips from your pussy falling onto the floor.

“fuck.” he groans, the scene in front of him making it hard not to finish right then and there as he fucks you through it.

when you’re limp and panting, he pulls out, making you whimper, and pushes you to the ground gently, aftershocks still flowing through you.

knees resting on the chilly tiled floor, you look up at your man through your lashes, his eyes already on yours, you know what he wants, you want it too. gaze moving to his thick, veiny cock. it looks painfully hard, covered in your cream, raging pink tip leaking precum. the sight making you drool.

you reach up, grabbing his cock, both hands barely able to close around it. opening your mouth, you let your plump lips slide over the tip. you stay there, suckling on the tip, hands moving slowly up and down his length.

he’s looking at you, your glazed over eyes looking up at him, expecting. “oh fuckk..” his eyes threatening to roll back from the sight of you below him. breathing uneven, a hand glides to the back of your head, caressing lightly.

he soon pulls out of your mouth with speed, dick hitting the plush of your lips and immediately releasing all over your face in thick white ropes, “shittt baby, look at you.” falls out of his mouth in a purr.

face covered in him, eyes still looking up at him, dopey smile back on your lips. he could nut again right now.

“you’re mine, you know that right?” he states, hand still gently smoothing over the back of your head in an act of tenderness.

looking at him with all the love in the world, you nod, “always.” you know you may not act like it sometimes but he really is the best you’ve ever been with, so a soft, almost innocent “i’m sorry” passes through your lips.

he responds with an ‘mhm’ and a shake of the head. his lips stretching into a sweet smile. he knows this will happen again, it always does, but he’ll always love you for it.

aot: EREN, porco, ONY

bllk: rin, barou, AIKU, kaiser

hq: kuroo, tsukishima, SUNA, aran, iwaizumi

jjk: toji, geto

mha: shinsou, edgeshot, DABI

re: chris redfield

+ all of your cutie favs ♡

i freaking LOVE brat!reader sm and this is SO chishiya coded bite me if im wrong!

[ninibeingdelulu]

You really like them a lot, don't you ?

synopsis-> You just love your boyfriend’s arms

a/n-> new design, y'all like it ? CLICK ME

The soft patter of rain against the windows filled the cozy apartment as you snuggled closer into Leon's warm embrace on the couch.

His toned arm was draped over your shoulders, the sleeve of his snug t-shirt pushed up just enough to reveal those thick, protruding veins that never failed to set your heart aflutter.

You traced your fingertips lightly over the raised paths, admiring how they rippled underneath his pale skin with each flex of his powerful muscles.

Leon let out a contented hum, clearly amused by your fascination as he pulled you nearer.

"You're at it again, love." he chuckled deeply, the rumble vibrating against your cheek where it rested on his chest.

"When are you gonna get enough of these old things?" he added.

"Never." You murmured without a shred of shame, continuing to reverently follow the roadmap of veins along the underside of his forearm down to his large, capable hand.

Just mapping every ridgeline and groove with your exploratory caresses and committing them to memory all over again.

Leon was all sinewy strength contained in an appealingly rugged package - the epitome of everything you found irresistibly attractive in a man.

He shivered visibly when you traced the thick cords leading into the sturdy bones of his knuckles, seeming to shudder from the featherlight sensations dancing over such calloused skin.

With a sly grin, you began kneading into the tough musculature with your thumbs, relishing every twitch and flutter you could coax out of your buff boyfriend.

"Damn, you really do have a thing for my arms, huh?"

Leon's voice had dropped into a lower, huskier register tinted with growing arousal the more you lavished them with worship.

"Should've known keeping those guns on display was a dangerous game to play around you..."

You raised your gaze to find his stormy azure eyes already drinking you in with a molten, smoldering intensity that made heat bloom low in your belly.

His plump lips were quirked into that trademark lopsided smirk - the one that never failed to liquify your bones into pliant putty under the weight of his mere stare alone.

"Can you blame me?" you purred, purposefully flexing his wrist upwards and mouthing at the thick, flexed veins standing in stark relief against tawny skin and crisp blonde hair.

"With arms like these to enjoy whenever I want...who needs a tv show as entertaining as you are to look at, baby?"

The low gravelly groan that rumbled free was your only warning before Leon captured your lips in a searing, demanding kiss.

His free hand anchored itself in your hair to angle you deeper into his passionate onslaught while your nimble fingers continued their devoted ministrations along every rope-thick tendon and bulging swell they could find.

All thoughts of the show you'd been watching instantly fled your mind when the insistent press of Leon's arousal strained against your hip.

Leaving your mind deliriously empty of anything except worshipping his body like the muscular wonderland it was...

[all-theabove]

𝐹𝑙𝑎𝑠𝘩 𝑜𝑓 𝑆𝑘𝑖𝑛 - 𝑀𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑡

𝐼𝑛 𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑐𝘩 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑠𝘩 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑝 ( 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 )

𝑤𝑐: 𝟓𝟎𝟎

It started innocently enough.

You were standing in the kitchen, reaching up into the highest cabinet for a mug, your shirt lifting with the stretch and exposing a strip of bare skin just above your shorts. Nothing scandalous. But you didn’t hear him come in.

Not until you felt the shift in the air, followed by a low, rough voice behind you.

“Don’t move.”

You paused, hand halfway to the glass. “What?”

“Just... stay like that a second.”

You turned your head, puzzled. 

Until you saw the look on his face.

He was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, shirtless and wearing nothing but a baggy pair of sweatpants low enough to show the band of his calvin underwear. His eyes were locked on your back, that inch or two of skin, jaw tight like he was trying to rein something in. That hungry look, one you’d gotten very familiar with, was already in his eyes.

“You stretching for a reason,” he asked slowly, “or were you just trying to drive me fucking insane?”

You raised a brow. “It’s seven in the morning.”

“And?”

He pushed off the doorframe and walked toward you, measured and slow, like a predator who’d already decided there was no escape.

You smirked, amused. “You’ve seen way more of me.”

“That’s not the point,” he said, now behind you, voice lowering as one hand reached out, fingertips grazing the dip of your spine. 

His touch was featherlight, but it sent heat pooling low in your stomach.

“I wasn’t trying to tease you,” you murmured.

He dipped his head to speak into your ear. “You don’t have to try.”

Your breath hitched.

“Baby—” his palm slid flat over your stomach, pulling you back against his chest “—you could be wearing a damn sweatsuit and I’d still want you.”

You turned your head to glance up at him, and the corner of his mouth curved into a knowing smile. He was so confident, always, but not cocky—he didn’t need to brag. 

“You look damn good in those matching ones you make me buy you.” It was in the way he looked at you like you were something rare, something his.

“You’re dangerous when you’re like this,” you said softly.

“Like what?” he asked, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“All intense.”

He chuckled darkly, kissing the side of your neck. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It’s not.”

He smiled against your throat, both hands on your waist now, fingers squeezing with a kind of restrained need. “Didn’t think so.”

You leaned into him, warm and breathless now. He pressed another kiss just below your jaw before he pulled back, eyes heavy lidded but sharp.

“Finish your coffee,” he said, stepping away. “But next time you stretch like that, don’t be surprised if I bend you over the counter.”

You choked on a laugh. “You’re not even trying to be subtle.”

“Why would I?” he called over his shoulder, heading into the other room. “Might as well let the whole damn building know.” 𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠٫ 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑔𝑒٫ 𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑐 𝑥 𝑜𝑐 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 "𝐶����𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒"٫ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡ˊ𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑٫ 𝑠𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑!

𝑡𝑎𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 - @chroni-ixx @dork0valentinesss @lolsiesydkme

𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡٫ 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑛-𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 "𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔" 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑠!

[kaeyas-beloved]

small words, big meanings

Character: Leon S. Kennedy

— Leon feels too much and nothing at all, you're offering what support you can for him

cw: gn!reader, rev. comfort, i imagined more re4r Leon but really any leon post-rc would work <3 not proofread cause i really just wanted to let the words flow

Leon catches himself mourning the young man he once was more than he'd like to admit. For fleeting moments when looking in the mirror, he can see the boy who was much happier, who thought he had the whole world in front of him with so much to see and do and learn. Who was about to have his dream come true, have something finally go his way after pouring so much dedication during his time in the academy.

Leon breaks a little each day he remembers that time has passed and won't ever come back. He doesn't think he'll ever smile like he did when he was 21, won't feel the lightness in his chest when walking the streets of towns and cities he's staying in. While the world changed around him, he felt like a man frozen and unable to move, like his heart beat slower than anyone else's around him, like his body morphed and changed in slow-mo and other's appeared accelerated.

Even next to you this feeling crept up in his chest, and fuck did he hate it. He didn't want to think about all the shit in his life when he had you who made things just a little easier from time to time. But he did, so fuck him he guesses.

You're not entirely blind to this either, but you can admit it's hard sometimes. It's hard to catch the shift because Leon has that stoic look on his face a lot of the time as a default, leaving you to rely on his eyes and subtle movements to understand what he's thinking. It's hard to watch the little light he mange to hold fizzle from his palms like a spark that pops off a roaring fire - there one second and gone the next.

It kills you to know you can only do so much for him.

It's something you tossed around in your mind as you watch him grab what he needs to head to the store, ingredients needed for dinner missing from the pantry. You would've gone or joined him, but he... not so much insisted, but with the way he spoke you knew he needed this. You get it, you've been there, needing a moment out of the house that became so familiar it was suffocating. So, you relented. Anything for him, anything you'd give if it even had the chance of helping him.

You're pulled from your thoughts as Leon addresses you, going over what he needs to grab one more time.

You wonder if he knows you know, if there was an unspoken dark figure standing in the room with you both that's getting ignored, or if he thinks you don't suspect anything.

After reciting the store mental grocery list, Leon turns back to head out the door with a small I'll be back, but before the door even had a chance to open you were on your feet, swallowing in hopes to rid yourself of the sudden dryness in your throat.

Calling his name, you cross the small distance and wrap your arms around him, resting your head wherever you could just to feel a little closer to him. The stiffness of Leon's shoulders eases after a moment and he looks over his shoulder at you, a brow slightly risen.

"I love you," you murmur, soft, but in the quiet room it sounded and weighted so much more. Good, they're suppose to, because there were far too many things you're not saying yet definitely feeling.

Anything Leon may have had to say dies on his tongue and he's left with just looking at you. Things that made up you started to leave that heavy feeling in his chest, twisting before his very eyes - had you changed too? Of course, you weren't always like you are now, but his eyes play tricks and the you now suddenly doesn't feel like you from this morning, or even the you from mere minutes ago, even when he knew deep in his bones you were.

"I hope one day you can see the world as you've taught me to see it, beyond the scary things it shows us everyday," you say next, and all at once that pressure in his chest eases, just a little. He hopes so too.

Wordless, Leon turns, taking your hands into his and pressing a lingering kiss to your fingers before pulling you into his arms. You could feel the tender way his lips then met your forehead, see the tension leave the slope of his shoulders, hear the breathes he took - in through the mouth and out the nose - and in that moment all you could smell was him with every breath you yourself took.

When the man who holds your entire heart and soul pulls you a little closer to him, pressed flushed against one another and his face still resting against your forehead, you knew Leon was still here with you, still fighting.

And when he pulled away after a long moment basking in your entirety, the tiniest of upturns to the edge of his lips and his own few quiet words were said, it solidified he got your message, both the one spoken and unspoken.

"I love you, too."

[niki-phoria]

NOT EVEN THE GODS ABOVE CAN SEPARATE THE TWO OF US

pairing: leon kennedy x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: hurt comfort word count: 731

notes: set in the re4 castle, leon cries (kinda), reader cries, not proofread so pls forgive any mistakes !!

summary: leon can't bare the thought of losing you for a second. so what happens when you disappear for four hours in a haunted, monster-filled castle?

four hours. it’s been four hours since leon found himself in this hellhole. four hours of mindlessly wandering through seemingly endless corridors of concrete and stone. four hours of agonizingly tracing and retracing a maze filled with monsters. it almost reminds him of the haunted houses you’d drag him to, all too eager to bring him along to experience some fake scares for once. 

it’s been four hours since he lost you. 

an unrelenting chill blows past him again, causing goosebumps to arise along his exposed forearms. monsters don’t care about the cold, he supposes, though it would be nice to have his jacket. with his adrenaline slowly wearing off with each step he finds himself more and more susceptible to the unrelentingly cold castle. 

studying the monotone bricks ahead, leon’s mind wanders. he’s distracted. you shouldn’t have even been on the island, much less this close to whatever monstrosities linger far too close for comfort. what if you’re hurt? what if those monsters have somehow gotten to you. what if… the worst has already happened?

leon sighs. his eyes flutter closed for a second as he sends a silent prayer to a god he isn’t sure he ever really believed in. please be okay. if anything happens… take me instead. please be okay.

his heart leaps when he notices a soft scuffle. it’s nearby. something - or maybe someone - is in the darkness. leon’s hand instinctively draws to his knife. his fingers dig into the handle as he grips the blade tightly against his side. ready. 

he moves like an animal. a predator - ready to strike at any moment. the stone bricks behind him are ice cold as he presses his back against the wall, silently waiting for his prey. 

there’s another step. then another. and then -

“y/n?” he can almost feel his heart cease its beating in his chest. he blinks once. twice. like you’ll disappear in the milliseconds it takes for him to open his eyes again. his knife clatters to the ground in his shock. leon’s fingernails dig into the thick fabric of his gloves. he has to resist the urge to pinch himself in fear of waking up from whatever fucked up dream this is. 

“leon.” your voice wavers. a second passes. then another. and another. 

and then you’re running at him, all but tackling the man as you jump into his arms. leon stumbles backwards slightly. his combat boots scrape against the concrete floor as he scrambles to maintain his balance. he’s unfortunately not fast enough; the momentum sends both of you tumbling to the ground. 

leon’s back aches from where you both slammed into the cold floor below. he’s sure your knees do, too. you’re both covered in dirt. a layer of sweat and grime stains the fabric of your shirt. your hands are bloody and bruised and your arms will be littered with a variety of new scars by next month - you’re sure of it - but it doesn’t matter. because you’re real. 

you’re really here. you’re really wrapping your arms around his shoulders. you’re really burying your face into the crook of his neck. you’re really here.

“y/n.” this time his voice is louder. his body moves before his mind does. wrapping his arms around your waist, he sighs, taking in the feeling of you finally back in his arms once again. leon slips his hands underneath the fabric of your shirt, tracing his fingertips along the ebbs and flows of your back. 

leon squeezes his eyes shut; his grip around your waist tightens. his heart cracks a little more with each new tear he can feel drip against his skin and stain into the fabric of his shirt. gently rubbing his hand against your back, he hopes that with enough loving touches and whispered reassurances he’ll be able to mend your heart back together. 

leon is desperate. dull nails dig into the skin of your hips, as if the lack of separation between your bodies now will make up for lost time. “you’re here,” leon whispers. he isn’t sure if you can hear him. he can barely hear himself over the noise of his own beating heartbeat and your quiet sobs. “it’s okay. i’ve got you.” stray tears escape his own eyes before leon has the chance to stop them. “i won’t let anything happen to you ever again. i promise.”

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʏɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ʙᴇɴᴇᴠɪᴇɴᴛᴏ, ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅᴏɴɴᴀ’ꜱ ᴅᴏʟʟꜱ, ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ꜱʜᴇ’ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ Qᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ

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The house creaks with memory.

Outside, the fog rolls in thick and low, swallowing the cliffs. Inside, everything smells faintly like lavender and dust. The dolls keep watch from every shelf, every alcove. You’re kneeling on the rug in Donna’s sitting room, a porcelain limb cupped gently in your hands.

She hadn’t come downstairs today. Not yet.

You didn’t want to intrude. You never did. But something about the way Angie had slumped crooked on the armchair bothered you. One of her arms was loose at the socket, a soft clatter every time she moved. So you set her on the table and got to work, careful as if she were living.

“There we go,” you murmur, tightening the joint. You look up to see another doll watching. Blonde curls, glossy blue eyes like raindrops. “You too, huh? Alright. Just give me a minute.”

You don’t hear her footsteps but the temperature changes, and the pressure in the room shifts.

When you turn your head, Donna is there.

Half-shadowed by the doorway, veil in place, black gown brushing the floor. You can’t see her eyes, but you can feel them. Not cold, not angry, just watching.

You sit up a little straighter. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to mess with them without asking. I just… Angie’s arm was loose. I thought she might get hurt if it fell off again.”

There’s a pause. Long and breathless.

Then: Angie’s voice. Shrill, bratty, sharp.

“Pfft. Like you know how to fix me. Donna, look at this clown— thinks they’re a real dollmaker or something.”

You half-smile. “You’re welcome to try walking around with one arm again if you’d like.”

There's a moment of silence before Donna moves.

Quietly, she crosses the room. The dolls stay still as she passes like they’re holding their breath. She kneels beside you, not too close, but close enough that her scent drifts toward you. Varnish and something faintly metallic beneath it all.

Angie’s mouth opens to speak again, but Donna lifts a hand, silencing her.

She reaches out slowly, fingers gloved in black lace and touches Angie’s newly mended shoulder.

You watch her, holding your breath.

The doll’s arm stays snug in place. Donna nods once, then traces a fingertip along the porcelain, soft and reverent.

“You did well,” she says, so softly you barely catch it.

You don’t expect her to reach for the other doll you’d placed beside you, the blonde one with the cracked iris. But she does, setting the doll gently in your lap.

“Would you…?” she starts but doesn’t finish.

You nod. “Of course.”

Your hands work slowly, smoothing cloth, checking joints, and readjusting the tiny beaded necklace. As you do, you feel Donna’s gaze on you again, curious, quiet, unreadable.

“You’re good with them,” she says after a moment. Voice low and timid. “Most people… they don’t understand. They see them as toys or threats.”

“They’re more than that,” you say without thinking. “You’ve given them life.”

She flinches slightly. Like she’s been hit with something softer than expected. You look up.

Her head dips.

“You don’t think it’s strange?” she asks. “What I do?”

You glance around. Dozens of little faces stare back, painted and lifelike, grinning or weeping or wearing an eternally blank stare.

“No,” you say truthfully. “I think it’s careful and kind. The sort of thing that takes love to do.”

The air between you shifts. Something delicate tilting between you two.

Angie huffs from the table. “You two are disgusting. I’m gonna hurl. Ugh.”

You laugh under your breath and return to the doll in your lap. Donna doesn’t say anything, but her shoulder shifts just slightly closer to yours.

You speak as you work. “When I was a kid, I used to take care of stuffed animals like they were real. Gave them names, and made little beds for them. Fixed their seams with sewing kits.”

She doesn’t reply with words, but when you glance sideways, her head is tilted down towards your hands, staring at them like they’re made of gold.

You hold the doll up. “There. All better.”

Donna takes it carefully from your grasp. Her touch lingers a second too long on your wrist.

Then, softly: “Would you… stay a little longer?”

It’s not easy for her to ask. You can hear that. The wavering behind each syllable.

“I’d like that,” you say, and you mean it.

So you do. The dolls sit around you like a silent audience. Donna doesn’t speak much, but she doesn’t leave either. She sits beside you while you tidy their hair, mend a hem here or there. Her hand occasionally brushes yours when she passes you a ribbon or tool.

The light outside begins to fade and the fog grows closer.

Inside House Beneviento, everything is soft and safe.

You wonder if Donna’s ever had anyone speak to the dolls like this. Treat them like they matter. Like she matters.

When you finally stretch, your spine cracking from sitting so long, she stands too. Hovering by your side.

Then, shyly, she lifts a tiny velvet bundle from a high shelf and places it in your hands.

A doll. Not one of the others. This one’s different.

Softer. Simpler. A little unfinished.

“She looks like you,” Angie cackles from the couch.

Your breath catches. She does. Your hair. Your eyes. Same shape to the mouth.

“I made her,” Donna murmurs, voice fraying. “But I… I wasn’t sure if I should show you.”

You hold the doll like it’s made of glass.

“She’s perfect,” you say, staring at the doll in awe.

Donna nods. And for just a second, through the veil, you swear you see the edge of her smile.

[xopinkroses]

Sleeping with the RE boys + girls (SFW)♥

Summary; How the RE boys (Chris and Leon) and girls (Jill and Claire) sleep with their s/o. Warnings; nightmares, insomnia, sleeping issues

MASTERLIST🌸

Jill Valentine

Jill hides how sleep deprived she really is well, she hasn't had a genuine good nights sleep since before that night in the Spencer mansion. More often than not you'll be gently shaking her awake at her desk to guide her into bed for the night. Her sleep is plagued with nightmares and she clings to you tightly through the night, seeking you out both for comfort and to reassure herself that your still with her. Sometimes her whimpering and crying in her sleep will wake you up, but you never tell her when it happens-- you simply wrap your arms around her and run your fingers through her hair, whispering comforting words into her ear until she settles down for the night.

Chris Redfield

Chris has a rigid sleep schedule that he follows religiously and never strays from, no excuses. Shower at 9pm, in bed by 9:30pm and asleep for 10pm-- wake up at 5am the next morning. During the night his burly arms will slowly creep around you, pulling you into his chest and burying his face into the back of your neck. He doesn't snore but you can feel a deep rumbling in his chest as he softly murmurs in his sleep. He's like a bear, holding you and keeping you warm and safe through the night. He has nightmares occasionally but tends to sleep through them, his grip around you tightening, like he's protecting you from the monsters in his dreams.

Claire Redfield

Claire is a cuddlebug and practically koala-bears herself to you at bedtime, watching a TV show or scrolling through yours phone and talking until sleep takes you both. She snores, and will deny it vehemently, and tends to toss and turn-- whining and grumbling to herself as she twists herself into a pretzel, getting tangled in the bedding as she cuddles into you. Sometimes she sleepwalks, usually only when she's stressed though, and will lumber around the apartment until she either comes back to bed on her own or crashes on the couch. If you wake up to her sleepwalking, she'll ramble incoherently to you as you gently coax her back into bed.

Leon Kennedy

Leon has to be exhausted to get a decent nights sleep so he usually goes for a late night run to clear his mind and tire himself out. By the time he's back and showered you are already half asleep in bed. He's a big guy but he's easily able to slip into bed beside you without jostling you too much and drapes one of his muscular arms over your waist and presses a kiss to your shoulder. It's late and he's tired, he has work early in the morning, but it'll still take him a while to fall asleep-- and when he does he's restless, nuzzling into you and loosening and tightening his arms around you, furrowing his brow as his dreams are infested by horrible memories. He talks in his sleep, usually quite clearly too, and you have sworn yourself to secrecy that you'll never repeat any of it. Sometimes he repeats past conversations, or say your name and tell you he loves you, or he'll just quietly ramble about whatever has been on his mind lately. He rarely wakes up during the night but when he does he's careful not to wake you as well.

~ 🖤

[lxzy-bxby]

Domestic

~ ♡ ~

If you had a dollar for every time people called you crazy for getting knocked up by a trooper a decade older, the trooper in question could probably leave his job. Well, if it was that easy to become noncombatant.

But honestly, you don’t give a shit. You are planning on doing it at least one more time in the future.

Those haters would totally understand you once they saw your baby daddy with his shirt off, your infant on top of his bare chest. Because that’s exactly the picture greeting you as soon as you open your eyes.

If it wasn’t for your still aching postpartum lower body, you’d pounce on Leon right away.

“You’re home…” You rub your drowsy eyes. “And I’ve been wondering why she has been so quiet.”

You still feel kinda guilty for allowing yourself to sleep in the first place. You knew it’d be tough with Leon being away half of the time, and you told both him and yourself that you would manage. But as soon as the baby girl dozed off, so did you.

Waking up to Leon finally being home is more than pleasant.

Leon raises his head, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “The best kiddo ever. Let me shower and eat before pooping her diaper.”

You smile slightly, scooting a bit closer. Your daughter looked up at Leon curiously, reaching out to grip his nose. Leon laughed, letting her and then squeaking in a high pitched voice, making her giggle.

“And you were the one to tell me that the battlefield must be way easier than fatherhood.” You tease, twining your legs with his, tufts of hair rough against your soft skin.

Leon just shrugs, engrossed in stroking the baby's onesie-clad back—she was having her daily tummy time, and she seemed to love to see the world from another perspective, currently mesmerized by her father’s stubbled face. “Didn’t expect for the little bean to cooperate. Y’know what they say about wailing and stuff.”

“Our kid is just different.” You huff arrogantly. “Smart and calm and pretty.”

Which is true, though. Your babygirl is way more quiet than average and definitely beautiful: how could she not be with Leon being the father and you being the mother? And even though you’ve been self-conscious throughout your life, seeing your drop-dead gorgeous daughter now feels like a self-esteem boost all the time.

Leon grins, glancing at you. “I bet she is. The real question here is if I can start calling you MILF now that she’s almost a few months old.”

“Just so you know, I’ll start thinkin’ that our marriage is falling apart if you don’t change my name to ‘DILF’ in your phone.” He declares nonchalantly, stroking the newborn's head. She makes a gurgling sound, her big wide eyes darting between you and Leon.

You force yourself to make a disgusted face and swat his bicep lightly. “You’re gross.”

You press a kiss to her downy temple, throwing a glance at the bedside clock. It’s been a few hours since she last ate. You frown in confusion. Technically, you have to feed her now. But it doesn't seem like she’s hungry.

Moments like these make you deeply and utterly despise being a first-time mother. Especially when your pushing-forty husband is as clueless as you are.

“So… the midwife told me that feeding time varies, but… it’s been like two hours. Should I… should I make her eat nonetheless?” You mewl to Leon, tucking into his shoulder.

He strokes your back soothingly. “We can try. If she latches on, then she must be alrighty with boob time.”

You mentally exhale at the absence of any witty tit-related retort.

Then Leon smirks.

“And if she isn’t… Well, I can replace her.”

Not like that surprises you. He always was a sucker for a good pair of breasts—pun intended—but now it's a million times worse. Motorboating kind of worse.

You wrinkle your nose in mock-disgust, snatching your daughter from him and praying for her to latch on. Leon pouts dramatically when you turn to face away from him.

“How low you think of me, baby. I do not salivate anytime I see tits.” He huffs, peeking over your shoulder.

Luckily for you, babygirl does latch on. You look at her content face as she suckles, feeling Leon squeeze your waist softly.

“Does it… hurt?” He asks obliviously yet with genuine concern, nodding to the nursing baby. 

You shake your head, smiling lightly. Finally, your infant pulls away, drool and milk in the corners of her mouth. You chuckle, handing her over to Leon, marveling at the way her small legs scrunch when she’s up in the air.

It definitely does not initiate any kind of heat in between your thighs when you see his veiny arms wrapping around her tiny body deftly to press her upright against his bare chest.

“Alright, here goes nothing.” Leon murmurs, holding her over his shoulder. 

He starts patting the baby's back softly, nuzzling her head. She looks up at him in the hell you my-mother-literal-fucker want me to do adorable way, and before her tiny brain processes it, lets out a loud burp which would earn her a dozen of sexist etiquette comments if she was a few years older.

“That just gave me a Raccoon City flashback.” Leon notes dryly, and you think that if this child makes him make jokes about his PTSD sponsor, then twelve hours of labor were worth it.

Truth be told, Leon really does look at least ten years younger and at least twenty years happier whenever your daughter is within arm’s reach.

He pecks her forehead and nestles her in the crook of his sinewy arm, oh-so-gentlemanly ignoring spit on his shoulder.

You curl up against his side. “And what the hell are we supposed to do with her now?”

Leon lets out a velvety laugh, playing with the ends of your hair. “Well, not now, but someday definitely… make her a sibling. That’s for one. As for now… No idea ‘bout you, but I’m turning into walking dead myself.”

You suddenly feel like a stupid fucking brainless dumb bitch for not even realizing that maybe he is tired as hell. “‘Course. Rest up. We’ll go chill downstairs.”

Before you can go and chill downstairs, Leon gently yanks you back onto the bed, pulling you closer to his side. “As if you’re going anywhere. I missed you and we’re cuddling until… I dunno, until I wanna go pee or somethin’ like that.”

Not like you want to protest, honestly.

So you settle with what he offers—even if that means him falling asleep within the next five minutes and you having to suffer through his snores with the restless kid on top of you.

Right now, you couldn’t think of anything better than that.

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[rabbidbunwy]

Cuddles with Leon (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶)

Contents: Leon x Anon! reader-cuddle-teasing-lots n' lots of cuddles cheesy

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

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P.s: i'm back baby,my life it's just full and not free plus i'm lacking with writing idea so i will post less,so sorry (」°ﾛ°)｣

i love my cop man (⸝⸝ ˊᗜˋ⸝⸝ ) 💕

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Leon held you close, his body practically on top of you as he cuddled you on his couch. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck—taking a deep breath in. You smelled so good. Just like he liked.

He was a heavy weight, but you didn’t seem too bothered by his bulk. He wrapped his arms around you. “I’m too heavy… I could crush you.” Leon mumbled into your skin. His lips brushed the flesh ever so slightly, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

“But you’re not complaining” Leon pointed out with a subtle tease.

"i don't want to complain..." you replied,your fingers idly playing with the tips of his soft locks. The strands felt like silk between your fingers. Leon melted into your touch immediately,his entire body relxing into yours.

His arms wrapped around you tighter,pulling you impossibly closer into his chest.Your entire body was now pressed against him,your head tucked neatly into his upper torso,his face still buried into your neck.

"I could stay like this forever." Leon mumbled against your skin,his breath warm and pleasant.He slowly inhales again,taking in your delectable scent,He's so close to you now,and you fit into his body so perfectly.

He starts to nuzzle his way down your neck-his soft dumb lips gently pressing against each and every inch of your skin.He slowly and lovingly kisses at your flesh,taking the time to show how much he needed you.Wanted you.How much he missed you.

He can't get enough of you.

[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