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the voices in my head told me that...

dean winchester nsfw headcanons

content warning: nsfw, smut, all the dirty things bc dean winchester makes me slut out, dom!dean, praise/degradation kink, marking, eye contact obsession bc i said so, rough sex, possessiveness, dirty talk, mean!dean (oof), control/power dynamics, general filth

⛧ dean winchester is a control freak in bed → he’s not subtle about it either. he wants your wrists pinned, your hips where he puts them, your body following his lead. it’s not just that he likes being in control — it’s wired into his brain. default settings. and it isn’t just power for power’s sake. it’s about grounding himself in you, in the moment. it’s sacred. after all the chaos, the loss, the blood on his hands… having you beneath him, being inside you — that’s the only place he can actually breathe.

⛧ dean has a filthy, unholy mouth → he can ruin you without laying a finger on you. he lives for your reactions — the way your breath stutters when he leans in and murmurs, “look at you, dripping for me already.” the smirk when you whimper just from the sound of his voice. he’s always watching, fine-tuning what he says based on whether you flinch, melt, or moan. → the switch from praise to degradation? seamless. natural. default settings. he’ll call you a “good girl” in that low, husky drawl when you’re doing everything right, but he’ll also lean in close and whisper, “you just love being used, don’t you?” with so much affection it makes your chest ache. → and if you talk back? god help you. “mouthy little thing,” he’ll smirk, “let’s see how smart you sound with my cock down your throat.”

⛧ that man eats pussy for his own enjoyment → dean doesn’t just do it because you like it — he gets off on it. there’s something about being between your thighs, your fingers tangled in his hair, hearing you come apart because of him. he’ll stay there for hours if you let him, eating you out like it’s a full-time job and he’s angling for a promotion. there’s nothing lazy or casual about it — he’s relentless. he groans into you like he’s starving, like he’s tasting something forbidden. his hands keep you spread, his shoulders lock your thighs in place, and he won’t stop even when you’re crying from overstimulation. → he loves the mess. he loves when you tug his hair, buck against his mouth, whimper his name like you’re breaking. afterward, he’ll crawl up your body, kiss you deep, and make you taste yourself. he needs you to know how good you are — and when he rasps, “could live between your thighs,” he means it. every. single. time.

⛧ your body is a roadmap to dean’s favorite places → dean is territorial — not in a toxic way, but in that deep, primal you’re mine way. he leaves hickeys where he knows they’ll show: your neck, the swell of your chest, that tender spot behind your ear. he wants people to know. if sam or cas notices at breakfast, even better. he’ll smirk when you blush because yeah — he did that. → he grips your hips hard enough to bruise, bites your shoulder when he’s close, whispers “mine, mine, mine” into your skin like a prayer. and if someone else flirts with you? god help them. he’ll fuck you hard that night, growling “no one else gets to touch you like this” into your neck, needing to feel you’re his again.

⛧ dean lives for the thrill of maybe getting caught → you know that look he gets when you whisper something filthy in his ear at the wrong time? like you just ruined his night in the best way? yeah. that’s your ticket to being bent over the impala’s hood. → dean lives for that push-pull — you teasing him during a hunt, wearing something too short, brushing your fingers along his thigh while cas is talking. he clenches his jaw, pretends to ignore you — but the second you’re alone? he snaps. presses you against the wall, growls “you think that was funny?” and then ruins you for even trying. → semi-public drives him wild. it’s not about being watched — it’s about the risk. the way you look wrecked, trying to keep quiet. the power of making you lose control where you’re not supposed to.

⛧ grinding and edging? dean’s signing up → he loves putting you on his thigh, watching you grind against him like you’ve lost your mind. he flexes the muscle, holds your hips still, makes you work for it. “c’mon, baby, use me. show me how bad you want it.” and when you’re whining, close, so close — he’ll pull you back just to hear you beg. → and overstimulation? he’s addicted. he’ll fuck you until you’re sobbing, until you’re shaking and pleading — “please,” “can’t,” “dean, I—” — and he still won’t stop until he’s satisfied you’ve fallen apart completely. but he always knows your limits. he’s tuned into your body so perfectly it’s terrifying — he knows exactly when to push and when to soften.

⛧ dean loves — scratch that, needs — eye contact → dean has a thing about your eyes. not just looking at you — holding you there. he doesn’t let you look away when he’s inside you. one big, calloused hand cupping your cheek, thumb brushing your jaw as he rasps, “eyes on me, sweetheart. wanna see you fall apart for me.” → it’s devastating, because his gaze is heavy, hungry, and soft all at once. when your eyes roll back, he tightens his grip, almost pleading: “no, baby, look at me — stay with me.” the second your eyes lock with his again, he groans like it’s tearing him apart. → for him, it’s never just sex. that eye contact? it’s intimacy. it’s dean’s way of saying i’m here. i’ve got you. you’re mine. it wrecks him every single time.

⛧ he secretly loves when you play fight him → if you push back, try to wrestle control from him, dean lights up. he lives for the struggle — the way you try to flip him, the way you claw at him, the way your bratty little defiance makes him even harder. → he’ll pin you down, breath ragged, laughing low and feral: “cute. you really think you can win against me?” sometimes he lets you think you’re gaining the upper hand, just so he can slam you back down harder. → and if you ever manage to get on top? he grabs your hips, thrusts up deep, and takes control anyway — proving he’s always the one in charge.

⛧ baby is a sacred sex altar → the impala isn’t just his car — it’s an altar. and he’ll have you in it every way possible: backseat, hood, bent over the trunk. there’s something primal about it, something that ties sex to everything else he loves and protects. → he groans like an animal when you moan his name in the backseat, when your nails scratch the leather. afterward, he’ll grin like the devil himself and say, “hope you don’t mind ridin’ dirty.”

⛧ aftercare with dean is always soft → no matter how rough it gets — and it does get rough — dean flips instantly into soft mode the second it’s over. he’s pulling you into his arms, whispering against your hair, stroking your back. “you did so good for me, sweetheart. so good.” → he checks in, gets you water, runs you a bath if you need it. he has to make sure you’re okay — because underneath the growls and the filthy mouth, he’s still dean: the boy who carries too much and loves even harder. → sometimes you catch him staring at you afterward, soft and dazed, like he can’t believe you let him see you that way. like he can’t believe you’re real.

author's note: sooooo i tried not to make these too self indulgent. key word: tried. bc omg i need this man SOOOOOO bad... anyways, i'm working on a few requests and also more text messages bc you guys seem to love them a lot and tbh so do i ngl. as always, feedback is very much appreciated and make sure to leave any comments or thoughts down below, or in my asks! requests are open btw! love yall!!!!

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Hi!!! I just have to say I loved gone too soon and wanted to request if maybe you could write Leon going through the 9 months of reader going through her pregnancy or like how he would act, possibly think, or just the trimesters? It was just so amazing I'm starving for more!!!!

Oh my god, I love this! I immediately thought of Leon singing "You'll Be In My Heart" by Phil Collins to his wife's pregnant belly/ as a lullaby to the baby and how loving and caring he would be🥺💕 Also, I feel like he would be such a girl dad!

Forevermore

Leon S. Kennedy x afab!reader

Warnings: small mentions of smut and drinking problems.

A/N: This story is about Reader's pregnancy in "Gone Too Soon", so make sure you check that out as well! I also used the daughter's name from that fanfic as well.

Word Count: 2.5k -ish

Masterlist✨️

The bright lights bounce off the white walls and white vinyl floor, and the smell of the sterile room fills your nose. Your eyes look around the room while you lie on the medical bed in the doctor's office waiting for your OB/GYN to check you and the baby out.

Leon sits down beside you holding your left hand. His thumb rubbing your wedding ring before it travels down to your soft knuckles, then traveling back up. You feel a pair of warm lips and facial scruff hit the back of your hand making you look at Leon and smile.

"God damn, you're gorgeous." He says staring into your eyes.

"I'm in sweatpants and one of your shirts, my dirty hair is in a messy bun, and I've thrown up twice this morning. I don't think I'm winning Miss America right now." You say chuckling.

"No, you're not. You're Miss Universe." Leon says standing up to kiss your cheek.

"Get out." You say laughing while pointing to the door.

"Nope, I'm staying right here, Angel. You agreed to have me by your side forever once we got married. No matter how bad my jokes are. Sorry." He says with a Cheshire smile.

Leon moves a rogue hair off your face before gently kissing you. You hum into the kiss at the feeling of his warm hand slowly rubbing your belly. The heat of his large hand adding comfort to you. Your lips part, your noses touching. You smile as you watch Leon begin talking to your stomach.

"Today we get to find out if you're a boy or a girl kiddo." He whispers to the faint bump on your belly.

"Mommy thinks you're gonna be a boy, but Daddy thinks you're going to be a beautiful girl like Mommy." Leon says, tossing a wink at you, making you playfully roll your eyes.

You both hear the door open and your doctor comes inside.

"Good afternoon, Y/N. How are you doing?" She says" walking in, her red hair up in a bun and brown eyes squinting from her smile.

"Hi Erin, I'm doing well. This is my husband, Leon." You say smiling.

"Nice to meet you, Erin. Thank so much for taking care of her." Leon says putting his hand out to shake her hand.

"Of course. It's so nice to finally meet you, Leon." Erin says shaking his hand. "Well let's get started shall we?"

Leon stands beside you while holding your hand. Erin puts the gel on your belly, the coolness hitting your skin. Moving the transducer around, you and Leon both watch the screen.

"So, Leon, are you ready to see your baby for the first time in person?" Erin asks smiling.

"Absolutely." He says still looking at the screen.

"Right. About. Here." Erin says before pausing.

On the screen shows what looks like a little jelly bean with a head. Leon's eyes lock onto the screen, taking in the black and white image. His smile widens when he sees a little arm reach out. Leon kisses your head watching the life you two created move.

"We can also hear the baby's heartbeat now that you're 15 weeks pregnant.". Erin fiddles with the screen before the sound of a heartbeat comes through.

"That's such a strong heartbeat." You say smiling while fighting the tears in your eyes.

"Did you two want to know the gender?" Erin says smiling.

Leon and you both look at each other, and smile.

"Yes, please." Leon says for you.

Erin types away on the machine, pausing with a giant smile on her face.

"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy." She says while printing the pictures of the sonogram before handing them.

"You're having a little girl.".

Your jaw drops as tears flow from happiness. Leon is barely able to control his excitement as he cheers quietly before Erin leaves the room and you two check out.

Once you two were back home, Leon gently picks you up making you squeal.

"I knew it! I knew we were having a girl." He shouts excitedly, spinning you in a circle making you laugh.

Leon kisses you before he places you back down with a boyish smile on his lips. You laugh at his excitement. You haven't seen Leon with this much light in him since your wedding. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you.

"How does it feel to be a girl dad?" You say smiling.

"Its the best feeling in the whole fucking world.". Leon whispers pressing his forehead against yours.

"I promise to always keep you safe from those asshole boys. If any of them hurt you, Daddy won't hesitate to hurt them back." He says leaning down to your belly.

"Leon, she's not even here yet and you're already planning assault and battery on teenage boys?" You say smirking down at him, your fingers running through his golden locks.

"Hey, I'm planning ahead." He shrugs.

"You're a mess." You say making you both chuckle.

"C'mon, you need to sit down and drink your water. You haven't had any and now you need to keep you and our daughter hydrated." Leon says having you sit down on the couch.

"Ugh. Yes, Sir."

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You wake up from a well-needed nap to the feeling of an ache on your lower back. You were 21 weeks pregnant and you definitely felt it. Your back was hurting more frequently, you were more tired, and you had heartburn every so often.

You looked over to grab your phone and saw that it was 12:30 pm. Today was the baby shower and Claire and Chris were going to be over in two hours to help set up. You carefully set your feet down, and groaned at the feeling of your back as you sit up.

"Leon, can you come here?" You shout to the downstairs.

The sound of feet running coming downstairs from the office, followed by the skipping of every three steps on the stairs hits your ears as you sit on your shared bed. Leon quickly walks into the room. He kneels in front of you while cupping your face.

"Hey, what's wrong? Is it your back again?"

You give a pitiful smile and nod your head, looking into Leon's concerned ocean blue eyes. He gently grabs your hand to help you stand up. You feel his soft lips kiss your forehead.

"I have an idea." Leon says smiling.

You let him lead you over to the bathroom. You watch as he turns on the shower to a hot temperature and grabs a couple of your candles you use for when you take a bath and lights them. Once he's done, he grabs some of your body oil that you use to shave your legs. Leon looks at you and smiles softly.

"We," he says while pointing between the two of you. "are going to take a nice hot shower and I'm going to massage your back for you."

You slowly walk over and wrap your arms about Leon's neck, kissing his lips lovingly.

"Thank you, I mean it." You whisper against his lips.

"Baby, your growing a human inside you. This is nothing compared to what your doing." He says pecking his lips before you both strip your clothing.

You sigh at the feeling of the hot water hitting your back. The blissful feeling is only ten times more pleasurable when the feeling of Leon's large hands gently carressing your back and hips from behind you. You feel his hands go below your belly before you hear him whisper.

"Can I try something?"

You nod your head and Leon lifts up your daughter in your womb, holding your belly for you. You smile and let out a giant sigh of relief and lay your head on Leon's chest, him kissing your forehead. His thumbs soothe your soft skin while you gently rub the back of his neck, his hair damp from the shower.

After a few minutes, Leon lets go of your belly and grabs the body oil. He gently places the mint lavender scented oil on the skin of your back. You let out a quiet moan at the feeling of Leon's hands working your muscles, the tension leaving from all of them. Once Leon was done massaging you, he just held you in his arms, fingers gently caressing your belly.

"Come stop your crying it will he alright," you hear Leon sing. "Just take my hand, hold it tight. I will protect you from all around you."

You smile as Leon sings the song that he's been singing and playing in the car for your daughter since he found out you were pregnant. Your eyes begin to shut, the steam from the shower and the comfort of Leon's arms and singing making you relax. Before you're able to sleep, you feel Leon's warm lips on your neck.

"I love you" his breath hitting your throat.

"I love you too." You say with a smile.

A couple of hours later, the Redfield siblings and a small group of family and friends had shown up for the shower. There were little games like "Don't Say Baby", Guess Who: Mommy or Daddy, stroller race (Chris almost broke one for going too fast), and a bunch of others. Leon watches as you and Claire chat, your smile lighting up the room.

"You really do love her, don't you?"

Chris's voice breaks the silence, making Leon look at him.

"Of course I do." Leon says.

Chris takes a seat next to Leon, watching you and his sister bust out laughing. He takes a sip of his beer, looking at Leon. Chris notices it's not alcohol in his hand, but a soda instead.

"So... Claire told me that Y/N said you're not drinking anymore..."

Leon's face looks over at Chris. What normally would have started an argument, was now Leon smiling while looking over at you.

"Yeah... I'm not. I haven't since I found out she was pregnant."

"You stopped cold turkey?" Chris asked impressed.

Leon shrugs. "I had to. It wasn't fair to her or our baby."

Leon sips his drink.

"Not to get into detail but, Y/N and I talked that night before we... ya know," Leon says making Chris nod and silently chuckle.

"I didn't realize how much I was hurting her. The last time you and Claire found me at that bar was the last night I touched a drink."

Chris scoots closer, tapping Leon's shoulder.

"You're gonna be a great dad."

A few minutes later, you and Leon were opening gifts and Claire's present for you and Chris' present for Leon were next. Your best friend had a giant smile playing on her lips, blue eyes full of happiness.

"Oh my god, Claire!" You shout with a giant smile.

You pull the present out of the bag and it's a baby blanket. It's white and the accents are baby pink with your daughter's name in rose pink. Below her name was a pink teddy bear.

"Once Lennox is hear, I'll stitch her birthday in it too." Claire says walking over and giving you a hug.

"Aunt Claire and Mommy are going to show you how to annoy your Daddy and Uncle Chris."

"Hey!" Both men say at the same time.

Claire waves them off before giving you one more hug and sits down next to you. Chris stands up and grabs a wrapped box, quietly handing it to Leon. Leon's right brow goes up in question. The two of them never had the best relationship, but over the years it had gotten better. Chris sighs before sitting back down.

"I know we've never really been close or have seen eye to eye. But, we have gotten closer." Chris starts. "Now you're like a severely annoying younger brother I can't get rid of," Chris adds with a smirk making Leon quietly chuckle.

"And I'll always be there as a cover-up."

"What the hell are you talking about, Chris?" Claire asks raising her brow.

Chris shrugs smiling, watching as Leon opens the box. He smiles widely while laughing, his pearly whites adding to his beautiful face. Leon pulls out a shirt and turns it around, the shirt saying:

Yes, I have a beautiful daughter. I also have a gun, a shovel, and an alibi.

You can't help but laugh along with him and Chris, Claire smiling while shaking her head. Leon immediately throws the shirt over his other one, happily showing off his shirt. All of a sudden, you feel something in your belly making you gasp.

"Leon! Come here. Now!" You whisper.

Leon looks over concerned, walking towards you. You take his hands, placing them on your belly. Blue eyes bore into e/c ones before feeling another little pound of your belly.

"She's kicking!" Leon cheers with a smile.

He kneels down to kiss your stomach. You smile at him, watching the pure joy on his face while he talks to your belly.

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Clothes are scattered all over your bedroom trying to find something to wear. Leon wanted to take you out for a date, but every dress you put on, couldn't fit over you or your seven-month belly. You knew it was only going to get bigger, which upset you even more. Sit down on the ottoman at the foot of your bed, tears spilling into your hands. Leon walks into your bedroom, seeing the tears falling down your face making him walk quickly over to you.

"Hey, what's wrong, Sweetheart?" He asks softly.

You look up at Leon and see how he looks and how he's dressed. He's gorgeous like always. He's wearing a navy blue t-shirt that fits his torso perfectly, a pair of nice black jeans that are tight but not too tight, and his leather jacket.

"I can't fit into any of my dresses anymore... I'm too fat now." You say crying.

"Woah, hey, hey. First of all, you are not fat, and second, I'll find you something to wear okay?" Leon says bringing you into his chest.

"I just want to feel beautiful again..." you whimper against his chest.

"C'mere..." Leon says quietly.

He gently holds your hand and brings you over to the mirror. Placing his hands on your swollen belly, he kisses your head before speaking.

"What do you see?"

"A disaster."

"You know what I see?" Leon asks kissing your neck. "I see the woman I love carrying our baby. And to me, there is nothing sexier than that." He says gently rubbing your sides, your crying now stopped.

"I see the girl I fell in love with years ago, but now she's even more beautiful than she was before. She's strong, smart, loving. More important, she's mine."

You smile at Leon in the mirror before turning to face him. He places his hands on your hips.

"You mean that? You think I'm sexy pregnant?"

"You're driving me fucking nuts, baby. I can't even think straight." Leon says kissing you before you reluctantly pulling away.

"I have an idea. What if I take one of your button-ups and make it into a dress?" You say with a smile.

"I love that idea." Leon says kissing your forehead before walking over to the closet.

"Pick whichever one you like. I'll do downstairs and let you get ready."

Less than an hour later, Leon hears heels against the hardwood floor, pulling his attention away from the TV. His jaw dropping and his blue eyes wide. There you stand, where a navy blue button shirt. The sleeves are tied in the back, making the shirt into a halter button dress that hits your mid thigh. Your belly is beautifully shown off and there's a belt of his around your waist to show off your curves. Your heels are simple black chunky heels with a little sparkle with a strap that goes around the ankles. Your makeup is flawless and your h/c locks flowing beautifully.

"What do you think?" You say spinning around smiling.

"Wow... I think wanna forget about dinner and have something else." Leon says walking over to you, eyes still glued on you.

You roll your eyes at him before he places his hand on your belly and kisses you. You run your fingers through his soft locks, him deepening the kiss. Your hormones have been everywhere and your sex drive has been wild lately. Not that Leon mind. You break away from the kiss, catching your breath before Leon tries to pull you back in.

"Leon, we need to go. I'm hungry." You say smiling.

"Fine." Leon says smiling, kissing your lips.

"But when we come back home, I'm showing you how nuts you make me."

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The sound of crying wakes you up from your sleep, knowing it was your newborn daughter. You feel a shift in the bed beside you.

"I'll go get her." Leon says kissing your shoulder.

Leon walks into your daughter's room, the walls a pale pink and her name on the wall in bright pink wooden letters. Leon picks her up, cradling her in his arms. He sways her back and forth.

"What's wrong, Nyx?" He whispers to your daughter, his voice sleepy, kissing her little head.

You stand in the doorway to your daughter's room watching Leon who hasn't noticed you yet. You smile sleepily as you watch your husband holds your daughter against his bare chest. That's when you hear a deep soft voice singing, your daughter's cries now a soft whimper. You instantly know it's Leon sing Phil Colins again. Leon's eyes lock onto yours while he continues to sing, a smile forming on his lips.

You slowly walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning your head on his shoulder. Looking down, your daughter yawns, her blue eyes gently closing. You lean down and kiss her h/c covered head before Leon kisses her cheek, setting her down in her crib. You and Leon step back into your bedroom, you wrapping hands around his neck, his landing on your hips, and you peck his lips.

"You are such a girl dad." You say smiling at him.

"I love my girls. More than anything in the world." Leon says smiling back. "Now and forevermore.".

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very important info from Ethan's history

and they were roommates

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The Moment You're Gone

Ethan Hunt x f!Reader🔞

Masterlist✨️

Word Count: 4k

A/N: This isn't set in any specific Mission Impossible movie, but it was inspired by MI3.

Summary: A mission goes sideways causing Ethan to he held by an arms dealer, so you trade spots with Ethan to keep him alive. Full of rage, Ethan goes after the group to find you.

Warnings: ANGST, kidnapping (voluntary for Reader), use of a gag and being tied/chained up, mentions of torture, guns and knives, fighting, blood (the usual for Mission Impossible), mentions of SA if you squint (nothing happens, reader's brain just worries and Ethan just asks if it occurred which it doesn't), mentions of suicide to save the other (used as a threat against enemies), very small mention of smut (like three sentences).

You silently make your way down the concrete hallway, stopping behind walls to remain out of sight. Your eyes land on one man who was facing away from you and after waiting a minute or two to make sure nobody else is coming, you sneak up behind the man. You disarm him before tackling him to the ground, placing your hand on his mouth. The man lets out a pathetic whimper as you hold your gun to his temple.

"Where do they have him? You so much as even try to lie to me and I'll put a bullet in every limb of yours until you tell me." You whisper roughly.

The man nods silently, you moving until you hear him hum as you both are facing a door with a key card.

"Key. NOW." You whisper pressing the gun further into his head.

The man lifts his right leg, gesturing to the pocket where you see the key card. You bash the man's temple hard with the butt of your pistol, knocking him out before taking the key card and unlocking the door. You were close to finding your fiancé, you could feel it.

The mission went sideways quicker than any of you could have predicted. Somehow how while Ethan and you were in the middle of finding out where the location of an arms dealer was, a bunch of men showed up. Ethan told you to escape and that he would meet up with you. You were reluctant at first, not wanting to leave him behind. Ethan quickly kissed you.

"I'll be okay. I love you". He said before shoving you out of sight as the men busted in.

At that point, you had no choice. You ended up escaping and making it back to Benji and Luther but didn't hear from Ethan. Fast forward twenty-four hours and here you were. Benji found out where the group had taken Ethan and Luther hacked whatever he could to make it so you could get to him.

The door beeped and the green light flashed unlocking it as you made your way inside. The sight in front of you made your heart stop and your stomach drop. The room was barely lit and was concrete on all four walls and the floor. There was a table that seemed to have tools lying out on it, no doubt to be used as methods of torture. The whole room was sickening. But that wasn't the worst.

In the center of the room was a metal pole. Connected to it were metal chains that were near impossible to break free from. Sitting there on the floor with hands chained behind his back and dark hair covering his face was Ethan.

Thinking it was one of the men that had come back in, Ethan slowly moves his head to look at you only for his harsh eyes to soften. His shirt is ripped, face covered with bruises, lip is split open, one black eye, blood coming out of his nose, and his body is covered in cuts and bruises. Your breath hitches at how broken and beaten he is.

"Ethan..." you whisper as tears fall while you quietly walk over cupping his face.

"Its okay baby. I'm fine." His voice rough while kissing your hand.

You wanted to sock him in the face because he was far from fine. Instead, you kiss his lips, not caring about the metallic taste of blood that hits your tongue. You gently lay your head on his chest and wrap your arms around his waist. You feel Ethan relax under your touch while you soothe his sides.

"I'm getting you out of here... I'm going to do whatever it takes." You say standing up, trying to find a way to break the chains.

"Just be careful." Ethan says.

You look around the ceiling and beside Ethan, trying to figure out some way to get him out. Your concentration is broken by the sound of the door opening. You turn around and point your gun at a man who walks in.

"Put the gun down" he says dryly.

"Nah, I think I like it raised." You say bluntly.

"Fine." The man says bored.

All of a sudden two more men come into the room. One walks over to you while the other walks to Ethan. Both men have their guns pointed at you and Ethan, ready to shoot.

"Don't you fucking touch her!" Ethan yells, thrashing against his chains.

The man standing beside him bashes his head with the butt of his assault rifle, making Ethan groan in pain, causing another welt start forming. Your composer is strong aside from your eyes going wide. But your chest feels like your heart was just ripped out of you seeing Ethan writhe in pain, tears threatening to spill.

"That's up to you. Not me" he responds with his soulless eyes on Ethan.

The man walks over to you, your gun still on him. You watch every move he makes. He stands in front of you, before looking back over at Ethan who's breathing is heavy. The look on his face is one of pure fury, like Ethan was thinking of every possible thing to do to the man.

"How about this then." The man says with an evil smile.

"You tell me where you found out the location where the weapons are, and I'll let you go." He says crossing his arms before continuing. "You try to harm me or my men, and I kill him." Nodding over to Ethan.

Your breath hitches in your throat. You hear Ethan calling you. Telling you not to say anything only for him to be hit again, this time making him land on the concrete floor.

Your mind can't think straight. You promised Ethan and yourself you would get him out of here no matter what. But giving the location of those weapons meant making a terrorist attack happen yourself.

The sound of Ethan gasping for air as he's being beaten has you make one of the dumbest decisions you've ever had in your life. You take the gun off of the man and point it at yourself. The man and his crew stop what they're doing, freezing all movements.

"Sweetheart... Don't" Ethan says weak from pain, you not missing the broken sound in his voice. Tears quietly stream down your face.

"You kill him... You kill me..." you say strong. "You can't get those weapons if both of us are dead."

"It's not worth it baby... Please stop..." you hear Ethan say as his voice wavers.

But he knows you all too well. Once you have a plan, you stick to it. No matter the result.

"You're bluffing." The man says.

You look at Ethan as tears pour down your face. You hear Ethan shout your name as you cock the gun. You close your eyes and just like you predicted, the man yells at you to stop. Your breath gets caught in your throat, you shaking while opening your eyes.

"We let him go. You come with us." The man says as he gives a wicked smile over at Ethan.

"Don't do this..." he begs to the man.

"Its her decision. Not mine."

Your hand holding your gun shakes. You look between the man and Ethan. You see Ethan shake his head, his eyes full of sadness. You take a shaky deep breath.

"I love you... So much." You say before dropping your gun and raising your hands in surrender.

The man standing beside you kicks you down before knocking you out with his gun. Ethan screams full of rage as he kicks the man beside him down to the ground and knocks him out. The key to the chains falls out of his pocket and Ethan grabs them with his foot. Releasing himself from the chains, he gets up and sees the leader and the man who was beside you handcuffing and carrying you off.

Ethan grabs the assault rifle off the man beside him. He shoots the men that come through the door then starts running after you. He makes his way down to the parking garage, knocking out and shooting anyone who tries to stop him.

But it's too late, the one vehicle in the lot takes off with you and your captors in it. Ethan collapses onto his knees, throwing the gun on the ground. Anger and sadness overtake him, making him cry. The sound of a truck pulling up makes Ethan grab the gun and point it.

"WOAH WOAH HEY. It's just me and Luther."

Benji panics stepping out of the driver's seat.

Ethan ignores the worried look on his face, knowing that he realizes you're missing. The adrenaline running through his veins helps him ignore the agonizing pain his body is in as he quickly gets up.

"They have Y/N. We need to go and find out where they're headed." Ethan says getting into the vehicle. "NOW."

Benji starts the truck, Luther in the back as silence takes over the car. Ethan tries his best to calm down, but all he wants to do is tear apart the entire city to find you and kill anyone who stands in his way. He fidgets in his seat, grabbing the pockets of his pants to squeeze them to relief some of his anger only to feel something.

There's something in the front right pocket. Ethan frowns his brows before taking out a folded-up piece of paper. On the white piece of paper, he sees your handwriting.

Follow my tracker to find me. I love you. -Y/N

"She put a tracker on herself." Ethan says semi-relieved.

"Smart girl." Luther says smiling.

"Always one step ahead like you Ethan." Benji adds.

"I know."

Ethan let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He was getting you out of there and leaving no one alive.

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After showering and putting on new clothes, Ethan meets Benji and Luther to find out where you are. He quickly paces the floor, biting his fingernails. Even when your location was found, there was still the trouble of finding and getting to you without you getting hurt. Being without you drove him close to disaster. Ethan wanted to break everything in sight. Take his anger out by punching the walls and throwing equipment around. But he knew he couldn't. He needed to stay focused for your sake.

Thoughts of you start flooding his mind. Your smile, your bright e/c orbs, the smell of your shampoo. Ethan starts to remember the first day he met you when he recruited you. Your skills and brains made him recruit you. But the fire and passion you had in you and your sense of humor were what made him fall for you that day.

The day you both told each other how you really felt about each other and how it felt so good to finally kiss you. How good it felt to hold you in his arms and how he never wanted to let you go.

You two running around the house chasing each other after one of you pulled a small goofy prank on the other. It always ending in Ethan tickling you and your hysterical laughter being music to his ears.

Or the first time you both had sex. It was loving, passionate, and needy. Your bodies conversing like old friends. You both knowing what the other needed. The feeling of your fingers in his hair as he tasted you and scratching down his back while you both reached cloud nine together.

The memory that would be burned in his brain forever would be when he proposed to you. You two had a nice dinner and were walking around the Potomac River in Alexandria near your shared house. The sun was setting and nobody was around. Ethan had pretended to trip before getting on his knee and asking you to marry him and to start a family somewhere down the line when you both retired. You cried smiling saying yes. You then lovingly proceeded to call him an asshole for scaring you to which he responded saying he was your asshole before kissing you.

"I found her!"

Benji's voice breaks Ethan from his thoughts.

"Where is she?" He says walking over quickly.

"About 1000 miles away," Benji says. "They're located in a storage building."

Ethan grabs his jacket with out a word, his mind only focusing on you. Luther looks over at Benji while Ethan gets ready to leave.

"Guess we're goin' now then"

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You struggle against the zip ties wrap around your wrist and ankles, your frustrated sounds being muffled by the cloth gag in your mouth. The metal chair you sat in is cold against your sweating skin even though the room your in is humid. Sweat pours down your brow from the heat in the room.

Your ankles are each zip-tied to a leg of the chair, making it impossible for you to stand. Your limbs are sore from trying to get out of the chair. That and the bruises on your body from the men trying to get answers out of you.

You start thinking about how Ethan was in this same position for who knows how long. Were they going to torture you as badly as him? Maybe they would do something worse since you were a woman. Tears fall from your eyes, all you want right now is for Ethan to find you. He was going to find you, you knew in your heart he was.

You just wanted him to hold you in his strong arms. Have you let everything out and cry all your tears out while he placed those loving kisses of his all over you. Telling you that you were safe. You knew you would end up having an ear full for doing what you did. But you refused to let anything happen to Ethan like he did with you.

You jump when you hear the door open and see the leader with two of his guards, both of them wearing balaclavas. He walks over to you while smoking a cigar. Kneeling in front of you, he blows the smoke in your face. You move your head out of the way, your face full of rage and distaste making him smile.

"So, you gonna tells us where those weapons are?" He says removing the cloth from your mouth.

You spit in his face. "Fuck you.".

The man wipes his face before turning to the guards, giving them the que to take you back to rough you up some more. Both men walk over to you, one cutting the zip ties off each ankle while the other holds your legs together so you can't move. The one man who took the zip ties off ties a rope around you ankles, placing the cloth back into your mouth, before throwing you over his shoulder.

You try to thrash against the man, moving your body to break free from his grasp. The sound of your struggle is useless against the cloth and the others ignoring you. The man opens a door and locks it before placing you on the floor. He takes the gag out of your mouth and you headbutt him making him groan before he speaks.

"Y/N, its me! Its just me." The man says.

You look up and see a pair of emerald eyes boring into yours. The man removes his balaclava, Ethan's face being revealed.

"Ethan..?" You say in awe.

"Yeah, it's me, Sweetie." He says stroking your cheek.

He grabs a knife out of the waistband of his pants and cuts your wrists free and unties the rope on your ankles. You throw your arms around Ethan's neck and hug him tightly. He smiles down at you before he grunts in pain at you grabbing his chin and pulling on the skin harshly.

"Hey! What was that for?" He rubbing his chin.

"I needed to make sure you weren't someone wearing a mask." You say making him smile at you.

Ethan takes in the look of you. The bruises and cuts on your body prominent against your skin. His eyes turn harsh.

"God, what the hell did they do to you?" Ethan's voice full of concern and anger.

"You know. The standard 'I'm going to beat and whip it out of you' procedure." You say rubbing his still semi-swollen eye.

"I'm going to kill them all." He says gruffly.

"Hey. I'm okay. I knew it would happen." You say placing your hands on his face. "I'm just so happy you're here."

Ethan slowly presses his lips to yours, kissing you softly. You pull his face close to you, needing to feel him. He pulls away, leaning his forehead on yours, his nose brushing against yours.

"As much as I'd love to stay and catch up, we have a job to do." He says kissing your forehead before standing up.

You smile as he gives you his hand, placing yours in his and he pulls you up on your feet. He hands you an extra balaclava and takes off one of his jackets for you to wear. Once you're fully covered, you both head out of the room. Ethan takes out a guard, the suppressor on his assault rifle silencing the shot that hits the man in the head. You silently walk over and grab the rifle off his body.

Ethan and you make your way down the hallway. You both took out guards on your way to the room where the leader was. The door slams open as Ethan kicks it with his foot. The leader jumps up from his seat and yells at his two men to grab you two before running out of the room. You quickly kick the one man in the face knocking him down, leaving the two men to Ethan before chasing after the leader.

You quickly catch up to the man only for him to start shooting at you. You move out of the way from each of his shots. You suddenly feel one of the bullets graze your shoulder making you drop your gun and you fall on the floor. You remove your balaclava from your face before placing your hand to apply pressure over your shoulder. It burns from the pain as you see the man walk over to you.

"I shoulda just let you kill yourself from the beginning."

He points the gun at you only for him to be tackled to the ground. Ethan punches, kicks, and throws the man around. The man takes off Ethan's balaclava and headbutts him in the face making him stumble for a second before the man grabs a knife.

Blood pours down Ethan's face as he grabs the knife as the man tries to stab him, knocking him down to the ground. He throws the knife before he starts punching the man in the face repeatedly. Ethan gets lost in his own rage over them taking you that he doesn't hear you calling his name.

"Ethan! Stop! He's dead!" You yell.

It isn't until you're beside him and place the hand not covering your wound over his face that he stops. Ethan looks down at the man. His face is completely covered in blood, nose and jaw are broken. His eyes lock onto yours before seeing the wound in your shoulder.

"You're shot..." Ethan whispers as his green eyes soften gently grasping your arm.

"I know... But we need to go." You say.

His eyes stare at the blood pooling on your hand.

"Eth. They're all dead. We can go now."

Ethan nods his head slowly, leading you back to where Benji and Luther are.

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You sit on the sink in the room with your shirt off, Ethan cleaning the blood off your skin and around the area of the wound. Both of you are silent, just taking in the presence of each other. You hiss when you feel the peroxide hit your wound.

"I know Sweetheart. Hang in there for me." Ethan says rubbing your outer thigh.

The bullet didn't graze your skin so deeply that you needed stitches, but you did need to have laceration closures in it for it to heal properly. He grabs the closures and pain relief ointment along with bandages and a towel which he twisted.

"Bite down on this for me. It's going to hurt when I go to pull the closures on the graze." He says handing you the towel.

You grab the towel and place it in your mouth watching as he gently smoothes the ointment on your wound with a Q-tip. He takes the patch with laceration closures, hovering it over the graze.

"You ready..?" Ethan asks softly.

"Mhm," you mumble while nodding.

He places the patch over your wound, making sure it sticks. You bite down on the towel as he pulls on each of the fasteners. Your hand grabs hold of his wrist to squeeze as the pain hits your shoulder. You take the towel out of your mouth once the fasteners are in place. Ethan quickly grabs the gauze bandage and medical tape, covering the wound to keep it clean.

Ethan picks you up, carrying you over to the bed and placing you down. He gently grabs your face in his hands, stroking your cheeks lovingly.

"You've been quiet ever since we got back... you're scaring me." He says worried.

"I was so scared..." you start quietly breathing out.

"I couldn't stand the sight of you in that room. You looked so broken and I've never seen you like that before.

"I was so scared of losing you. Of those men killing you. All I could think about was keeping you alive. I didn't care what would happen to me. A part of me wanted to die to save you"

Tears fall from your eyes as you remember Ethan in the room. Ethan places your head carefully on his chest. He rubs your body softly trying to calm you down. His own eyes were threatening to spill tears. The thought of losing you driving his mind crazy again.

"I know the feeling, baby. Beating that guy's face in was only one-tenth of what I wanted to do to him. I wanted to torture him worse than he did to both of us."

You feel tears hit the top of your head as Ethan cries. You feel him shaking underneath you, the fear overwhelming him of what could have happened when you were held captive. You feel Ethan's hand cup under your chin, making you look up at him, more tears falling like a hurricane.

"I need you to be honest with me." He says his voice shaking violently.

Ethan places his hand gently on your hip.

"When they tortured you... did they-"

"Oh God, Ethan. No." You say, picking up right away what he was asking.

You place both your arms around his neck to hold him close, ignoring the pain in your shoulder.

"No, nothing like that happened. It was all mental and physical."

You feel Ethan relax under your touch, him pulling your body flush against his.

"I love you so much. I just wanted you by my side again the moment you were gone. Everything was wrong in my life." He says kissing your head.

"I need you to promise me. Please, that you'll never leave me. And that you'll take me with you if you ever leave." Ethan says as his lips brush against yours.

"I promise, Ethan. And you do the same for me." You say stroking his lips with your thumb.

"Always." He says before gently kissing you.

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Post-Mission Intimacy (Leon Kennedy x Reader)

A/N- Hello everyone! I'm deeply sorry for being late. Vacation got the best of me and I was (still am) slacking so hard right now but you're all waiting for a smut so here you go! I kinda rushed it to be honest and I know it's not going to be the best smut you'll ever read BUT it's my first time writing smut soo yayy! I hope you like it and don't forget to leave comments and give me feedbacks 🙂💜

Warnings- Smut! MDNI! +18, tigh riding, no foreplay?, aftercare, feels of aftershock, sex without lube, softdom!leon, praise kink.

The clock read 12:43 AM. You were curled up on the couch, lights low, the faint hum of the TV playing a rerun of some show neither of you watched. A cup of chamomile tea sat cold beside you. You hadn’t touched it in an hour. Not since the last time you checked your phone for any message, any update. Still nothing.

Then the door finally opened.

You were on your feet before you could think. Leon stepped inside, shoulders heavy under his black jacket, hair sticking to his forehead, the weight of a mission lingering on every inch of his body. His blue eyes found you instantly. And softened.

He didn’t speak right away. He just stood there, breathing in the sight of you — small in his oversized flannel, barefoot, eyes red from waiting. You closed the distance first, hands curling around the back of his neck.

“You’re home,” you whispered.

“I’m home,” he murmured back, voice rough and low.

He kissed your hair, your temple, your cheek, before you finally pulled back and wrinkled your nose. “Leon… you smell.”

That made him huff a tired laugh. “That bad, huh?”

“Go shower,” you said, nudging him toward the bathroom. “I’ll wait.”

He didn’t take long, but every second felt stretched thin. The sound of running water was oddly comforting. When he returned, steam trailed behind him, his chest damp and pink from the heat. His hair was messy, curling slightly at the ends, his body wrapped in nothing but a towel low on his hips.

He looked like a dream — exhausted, but clean, real, yours.

“Still waiting for me?” he asked, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

You nodded, eyes lingering on the droplets trailing down his chest. “Always.”

Leon came to you slowly. The towel slipped to the floor before he even reached you. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close, skin-on-skin, his body warm and damp against yours.

You reached for the buttons on your flannel, but Leon stopped you. “Let me.”

He undid each one with deliberate slowness, exposing more of your bare skin with every pass. No bra, no underwear. You hadn’t been wearing anything beneath it. His eyes darkened.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You were just sitting there like this?”

You smiled and nodded.

He growled low and kissed you hard, backing you toward the couch, hands never leaving your skin. You dropped back into the cushions, and he followed you down, slotting his hips between your thighs.

“Need you,” he said, voice rough. “Been thinking about this since I left.”

You guided him in, no resistance, just slick warmth and the sigh of relief that left both of your lips as he filled you.

Leon moved slow, deep, deliberate. He wasn’t trying to fuck the pain away. He was savoring you, grounding himself in every kiss, every touch, every breathless moan you made. You clung to him, legs wrapped around his waist, nails in his back.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Take me. Let me feel you.”

Your orgasm built slowly, coiling in your stomach, heat pulsing behind your eyes. He whispered to you the whole time, telling you how beautiful you were, how perfect, how tight you felt, how much he missed you.

When you finally came, it was sharp and silent, your body seizing around him, head thrown back, lips parted. Leon held on as you broke, kissing your shoulder, your throat, your jaw. He followed you moments later with a deep groan, burying himself inside you.

You laid together tangled on the couch, your body still twitching from the aftershocks. One leg was draped over his, and Leon felt the slight pulse of your hips shifting.

“Still shaking,” he murmured, brushing sweat-damp hair from your face. “You need to ride it out, huh?”

You nodded, barely able to speak. He guided you, gently shifting your hips until you were straddling one of his thighs, bare skin against bare skin.

“Use me,” he whispered. “Come on, baby. Just let it out.”

You moved slowly, grinding against the solid muscle of his thigh, slick and sensitive, trembling as the last waves passed through you. Leon held you steady, kissing your cheek, his hand splayed on your lower back.

“That’s it… Good girl.”

When it was over, you collapsed onto his chest, breath ragged. He held you close, wrapping both arms around you, rubbing small circles into your back.

“I’ll always come back to you,” he whispered.

You believed him.

And in that moment, you didn’t need anything else.

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You can do that! 😈

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Happy Monday!

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Making Waves

Leon Kennedy x f!Reader🔞

A/N: I thought of this earlier today and had to write it. It is part two of "I Will Follow You" but you can read it as a stand-alone if you want to. Also, I found this picture on Pinterest and thought it was perfect.

Summary: Leon and you stay in Spain for a little longer after your mission is successful. Leon decides to make a fantasy of yours reality.

Warnings: SMUT, fluff, lovemaking, second time together (and in general), beach sex, oral sex (f), unprotected sex, fingering, hand job, squirting, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie.

Word Count: 3k

The sounds of the waves crashed against the rocks, the smell of sea salt hitting your nostrils with every intake of oxygen, and the feeling of the sand between your toes as you and Leon stand on the shore hand in hand. It was over. The job in Spain was finished. But you couldn't pull yourselves to leave yet. Both of you are alive and breathing while taking in the beautiful scenery in front of you.

The bright blue ocean looked more vibrant against the sky that was nearing sunset. Traces of gold, oranges, pinks, reds, and a tint of purple saturated the sky. Your eyes were fixated on the ocean while Leon's eyes were stuck on you.

The way your hair looked flowing in the salty breeze. The freckles and sunkissed glow your body had. The way your royal blue string bikini showed your gorgeous figure that you bought yesterday with the navy blue swim shorts he bought so you both could go to the beach.

The both of you had been out all day, Leon wanting you to take in Spain the way it should be. You both relaxing in the water, lying down and listening to the waves, and you finding seashells.You even made a necklace out of a washed-up shark tooth for Leon that you convinced him to wear that "matched" the hag stone necklace you made yourself. The smile on your face when he put it on made him love the necklace even more.

You felt Leon's strong arms wrap around your waist, you lay your head back against his broad chest.

"Much better way to spend our time in Spain right?" He asked his face your h/c locks.

You hum in response, relishing being in his arms. You close your eyes as Leon slowly sways you back and forth in his arms.

"I don't wanna leave." You say softly. "I want us to stay here forever.".

Leon chuckles and kisses your temple. You turn around and stand on your tiptoes, wrapping your hands around his neck.

"This has been the best day of my life." You say while playing with the hair at the nape of Leon's neck.

He touches his forehead to yours, his soft golden locks brushing against your cheekbones.

"Mine too." he strokes your sides lovingly.

You both lean in, your lips ghosting over each other's before Leon gently kisses you.

A lot happened during your time in Spain. The president's daughter, both you and Leon getting infected, confessing that you both were in love with each other and you two displaying that love physically for the first time for you both.

It made you both realize how precious days and moments like this were important. To live life to the fullest and take chances. To take action on things you only ever dreamed about. You pull away from Leon, looking into his bright cobalt eyes with a smile on your face, his mirroring yours.

"I love you Leon."

"I love you too, princess."

Leon feels you lightly grasp his necklace and begin fidgeting with it between your fingers. Your eyes focused on how beautiful it looked against his bare chest. His collar bone was prominent above where the piece of jewelry lay, his biceps naturally flexed when he was relaxed, and his toned chest and pecs led down to his abs where his navy blue swim shorts lay on his hips. Just a tug of the white string and you could slip the shorts down from his hips.

Nope. Bad brain. Bad horny brain. Bad idea.

You thought to yourself. You weren't about to have Leon fulfill your fantasy of making love on the beach.

Even though you and Leon wouldn't have traded how your first time was for the world, he wishes it could've been a little more romantic. But, the thought of dying was too high to think of that. You hadn't noticed you were biting your lip until you felt Leon pull it softly from your mouth, making you look at him.

"What's on your mind, baby?" Leon asks.

You would have missed the smirk on his lips if he wasn't so close. Your skin felt like it was on fire the way he was looking at you. You were at war with yourself at the moment. What should you do? Tell him? Joke around with him? Tell him you became possessed by a succubus and you wanted him to take you where he stood? Okay maybe not the last one, that was too dramatic. You take a deep breath before speaking.

"Can I... tell you something? Like really personal and not have you judge me?".

"Of course you can. When have I ever judged you?".

You give him a "we don't have the time to list them all" look.

"Okay okay. I meant on something serious." He chuckles moving hair out of your face.

"So... you know how we were talking about fantasies before we first had sex?". You tread carefully to see what his reaction would be.

"Yeah... Why are you thinking of one right now?" Leon asks.

His demeanor was calm and cool on the outside but he was dying on the inside to see where this was going. Leon noticed how your thighs rubbed against each other. You nod your head.

"I didn't think you'd be interested since we both agreed on our next time being more romantic."

He gently cupped your face, rubbing your cheekbones while looking deeply into your eyes.

"What is it, baby?" He whispers, voice lower but still soft while his breath hits your face.

You're not sure if it was because of how he was affecting you, how he wanted to know so badly, or if it was your confidence growing like it always did around Leon that made you tell him.

"I want you to make love to me on the beach."

You freeze at first when he doesn't respond. Yup, you shouldn't have said a word. Until you notice his smile at you, kissing you lovingly.

"I can't think of anything more romantic than that."

Leon laughs when he sees your eyes go wide and your mouth drop.

"Really? You mean it? I mean I always thought it would be romantic especially with this sunset in Spain. But hearing you say it makes me want it even more."

"What are we waiting for then?" Leon's voice is husky, making the want between your thighs grow.

He kisses you slowly and passionately while he picks you up. Your hands cup Leon's face and your legs wrap around his waist, feeling the tent in his swim shorts. You let out a soft whimper as Leon's tongue brushes against your lips, making you open your mouth for him.

Your fingers brush through his blonde locks that are surprisingly still soft after being in salt water all day. Leon gently lays you down on the large blanket you two had brought, lips still locked onto yours. You pull him closer to you, deepening the kiss and making him sigh. Leon pulls away reluctantly.

"Can I tell you something too? Since we're being honest here."

You chuckle "Okay, what is it?".

You feel Leon grab you by the hips making your back arch as you gasp as you feel how hard he was in his shorts.

"I've wanted this fucking off you all day." His voice rough.

You arch your back into him more as you feel his hands on your back playing with the strings of your bikini.

"Then take it off." You respond playfully with a smirk.

Leon smiles as kisses your neck, your body filling with need for him. Leon unties the bottom of your bikini, his lips ghosting over your neck as he licks your salty-tasting skin. You shiver from him lifting his mouth from your neck, his lustful but loving gaze on you.

His finger ghosts up your back and he unties the top string with one hand while the other traces an index finger down your sternum from in between your collarbone, to the middle of your bust. His index finger hooks underneath the string and lifts your top off, your nipples hard as they can be. Leon tosses your top to the side. He takes in the tan line on your gorgeous skin before he cups both your sensitive breasts and massages them.

You let out a quiet moan as his hot tongue travels between your breasts before finding home on your right nipple, sucking the supple flesh while kneading the other. You grip Leon's head and moan, making him smile against your skin. The heat in your core makes your arousal coat your bikini bottoms.

Leon lifts his head and places his mouth on your other breast, lightly tugging on your nipple with his teeth making you throw your head back. His large hands ghost down your body, rubbing softly against your stomach before he unties one side of your bottoms and rubs your soaked slit making you shake.

"Leon... feels so good." You whimper needing more.

You feel him untie the other side of your bottoms as he kisses down your body. He kisses your stomach right about your pelvic bone.

"I love you Y/N." He says as his breath his your already hot skin.

"I love you too, Leon." You say moving some of his hair out of his face.

Leon lifts your legs up and takes your bottoms from your soaked slit, seeing how wet your bikini bottoms were. They were soaked. He groans when he looks down and sees your arousal glistening on your thighs and lips in the golden sunset lighting.

Leon kisses and licks your inner thigh close to your core making you whine. His tongue caresses your outer lips before he slowly glides his tongue from your quivering entrance up to your swollen clit, repeating the up-and-down motions while sucking in between. You moan at the feeling of his tongue circling your clit before sucking it into his mouth. Your fingers tug on Leon's locks making him grunt, the vibration only adding to your pleasure.

Slipping his middle finger in, you whine at the feeling of him stretching you out with the feeling of him eating you out so intently. Your core feels like it's about to explode as Leon adds a second digit and moves them in a "come hither" motion.

"Gonna cum for baby girl?" Leon says against your sensitive heat.

"Y-yes." You say, your body is on fire, and the pressure in your core is about to break.

"Then cum for me." He says as his fingers move faster.

You walls clench around Leon's fingers as your orgasm explodes all over his fingers and mouth, soaking the fabric under you. Your body convulses while Leon runs his hand down your thigh, soothing you through your orgasm. Your breathing is heavy and you're trying to catch your breath. Leon takes in the look of you beyond blissed out. His hands softly move over your body while you catch your breath.

"Holy... shit... that... was... amazing..." you say between labored breaths.

Leon chuckles, his eyes on you seductively while licking his fingers and lips of the mess you made on him. He leans down and kisses you deeply.

"We're not finished yet, baby". His lips brush against yours as he unties the strings of his shorts.

You eye his abs and your hands reach down to the waistband, helping Leon free himself from the damp fabric as you kiss him.

You take his fully hard, warm, length in your hand. Leon groans into the kiss at the feeling of your small hand stroking him. His lips pull away from yours as he lifts your legs on either side of him.

You moan at the feeling of Leon rubbing his length between your soaked folds and clit before he slips himself inside you. You moan at the feeling of him stretching you.

"Okay for me to move, baby girl?" Leon grunts after a few seconds, trying to contain himself at the feeling of you squeezing him.

"Yes, I need you so bad, Leon." You respond.

Leon slowly pulls out of you to his tip before he pushes back in experimenting before he picks up his pace a little. You let out a shattered moan at the feeling of him stretching you out while his cock rubs repeatedly against your G-spot. Leon moves his hand on your one side to soothe you while he gently grabs your other hand. He kisses your hand while his thumb strokes your knuckles as he ruts his hips against you, your walls deliciously squeezing him. His hips move faster, your arousal soaking his length.

"I love you, Leon." You say as he thrusts hit deep inside of you, hitting your cervix.

"I love you more." He says kissing your lips before trailing his lips down your neck.

You arch into Leon's body making your breasts press against his chest, wrapping your legs tight around his waist while grabbing onto his hair. The grip he has on your waist tightens as he feels your walls quiver around him. Your core begins to ache, needing the euphoric high your body was chasing. Leon lets out a strangled groan as your walls grip him tightly like a vice, making him release inside you at the same time you reach your high.

Your body buzzes with feeling numb as you cry out in pleasure, your fingers raking down Leon's back as you come and you swear you black out from how intense your orgasm is. Leon continues thrusting into you, making sure both of your all's orgasms are ridden out before he pulls out.

You feel hot heavy breathing on your neck, as Leon lays beside you on the blanket, his hand soothing the ache inside your lower stomach as both of you catch your breaths. Ocean orbs lock onto yours and a smile spreads across his face, the now dark purple to magenta and orange sky making him glow. You turn towards Leon and gently place your hand on his cheek, softly stroking it. Leon's eyes flutter shut for a few seconds as he leans into your touch while you feel his strong arms pull you closer to him. You feel his hand reach out and move the messy hair from your face, taking in how gorgeous you are and how lucky he is to have you.

"Can't get any more romantic than that huh?" He says smiling making you giggle sleepily.

You kiss his lips softly, rubbing your nose against his.

"It was everything I wanted and more Leon."

Leon lays flat on his back and pulls you to his chest, both of you taking in the view. His fingers trace your stomach and he kisses your head. The feeling of being so worn out, wrapped him in his arms, watching the water hit the rocks and shore slowly lulls you to sleep. Leon kisses your cheek before shutting his own eyes for a bit.

"You're everything I wanted and more."

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If MI5: Rogue Nation has always been my forever favorite, then the Fallout Theater Visit Special in Korea will always be one of the most unforgettable moments watching these two dorks interact!

The TFR premiere events involved many more cast, and I genuinely love the whole cast—but there's a bittersweet feeling, knowing it might be the last time we see the two of them being so effortlessly sweet and close with each other. Even though I could see how much Tom was trying to keep Simon close and include him whenever possible, it still felt like a quiet goodbye in some way.

And I suppose this is just me saying how much I miss them already

—and here I go, starting to dig up all the good old memories again.

Along the way, I’m sure I’ll end up uncovering a few more moments I somehow missed over the years.

Just thought I should really start with my favorite (1/?)

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I think about ethan going "NOW PARIS, NOW! KILL HIM NOW, SHOOT HIM" a lot. like yeah. yeah! why didn't we let her shoot him. my baby spent the whole film wanting to kill him. well, fucking let her! I love you paris I love you so much angel I'm so sorry you didn't get to shoot gabriel

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pixels just do it better sometimes

and

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Father Material

Daddy!Dean Winchester x Mommy!Reader🔞

Masterlist✨️

Word Count: over 3k

A/N: I was trying to get this up yesterday for Father's Day but went to see Final Reckoning again last night😅 I'm a kindergarten teacher and we had my students make these for Father's Day and I immediately thought of Dean. Also, I saw another writer (can't remember who sadly😭) name Dean's daughter "Charlie" and I thought about how accurate that would be. This is both adorable and hot. Enjoy!

Summary: Your daughter makes a present for Dean for Father's Day. That night, Dean thinks of the perfect gift you could give him yourself.

Warnings: Dean being a major girl dad, cuteness, fluff, SMUT, oral (m&f receiving), cum swallowing and tasting, squirting, daddy kink, breeding/pregnancy kink, Dean pushes his cum back inside the reader to make sure she gets pregnant (I think that's so hot for some reason😅)unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation.

"Mommy, it's cold and tickles!"

"I know Charlie, try not to move so much so the paint doesn't get everywhere." You chuckle to your almost 4-year-old daughter.

Finding Nemo played in the background as you painted the orange paint on her tiny hand. It was Father's Day morning and while you were waiting for Dean to come back from his morning out with Sam, you and Charlie put on Finding Nemo and decided to make something for your husband. You place her tiny hand on to a piece of paper. After a couple of seconds, you have her raising her hand. You see a frown on her freckled face.

"What's wrong baby?"

"Thats notta fish momma..." her lips pouting.

You laugh before kissing her head, wiping the paint off her hand.

"Not yet, it's not. We have to put the googly eye on it. Then it will." You say picking her up and hugging her.

"When will Daddy be home?" Charlie asks with sad green eyes.

You hear the sound of the Impala pull up into the driveway making you smile.

"Right now." You say kissing her cheek before setting her down.

Dean barely gets the chance to get his shoes off before he hears little feet coming towards him like a pack of elephants.

"DADDY!"

"Hey, Princess." Your husband smiles at your daughter.

He picks her up and spins her around while giving her kisses all over her face making her laugh. The warmth in your heart and a big smile on your face from the two of them being together making you happy. Dean walks over to you, holding onto Charlie.

"Hey, baby." He smiles kissing your temple.

"Happy Father's Day." You say wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Thank you.", his forehead resting on yours.

"Daddy! I'm making you something!" Charlie says, her eyes full of excitement.

Dean sets her down smiling while holding your hand.

"Its not finished yet though, remember Charles?" You say giggling.

Your daughter stops in her tracks before grabbing her father's hand.

"I forgot. I want to watch Nemo" she says pulling him to the couch.

Dean chuckles and picks her up and places her on his shoulder.

"YOU'RE GETTING TOO BIG. I'M GONNA FALL."

You hear Charlie laugh as he "falls" back onto the couch, her hitting the soft cushions with his head on her legs. You laugh at them before finishing the little project you and your daughter got started on.

A couple of hours later, you have Dean's Father's Day present wrapped. You walk down the stairs from your room where you were putting the present together and walk into the living room. You stop and look on the couch to see Dean asleep, his head resting on Charlie's legs. Her arms are wrapped around his head and she's awake. She puts her finger over her lips in a "shh" motion.

"Daddy's sleeping." She whispers while patting his cheek.

You hold back the chuckle over how cute the scene is, your husband passed out and your daughter cuddling him. You carefully walk over to the couch and sit beside Dean.

"Should we wake him up so you can give him your present? You whisper.

Your daughter nods her head really fast, about to wake Dean before you stop her.

"Only Mommy can do this, but do want to see how I wake him up sometimes?" You whisper.

"Yes!" Charlie whispers quietly.

You smile and carefully lift your hand, hovering above Dean's face. The smile on your daughter's face growing wider.

"Shh" you say before lightly squeezing Dean's nose. A loud snort erupts from him, causing him to wake up and hear the sound of the two of you laughing hysterically. Dean mumbles and shakes his head.

"I hate it when you do that." He groans throwing a pillow at your face, making Charlie fall on the floor laughing. Dean rubs the sleep from his eyes and smiles before you toss the pillow back at him.

"You need to open your present." You say laughing while placing Charlie on your lap.

You hand the present to your daughter and she crawls over to sit in Dean's lap.

"Thank you" Dean says kissing her head as he starts unwrapping the gift.

Dean smiles wide, the smile lines around his eyes prominent. It's a picture frame and in it is Charlie's orange hand print with a googly eye on it and a smile that makes it look like a clownfish. The background is painted blue like the ocean and it says "You're one FINtastic Dad!". Dean places the present on the couch and picks up his daughter.

"I love it!" he says kissing her all over her face and tickling her.

She gets up and runs down the hall making you both laugh. Dean wraps his arm around your shoulder and kisses you. He plays with your wedding ring smiling.

"Thank you, Baby. That's the cutest present ever." He says holding the picture.

"You're welcome" you say kissing his cheek.

The rest of the night is filled with you two chasing Charlie around the house and having burgers on the grill and pie. Dean kisses Charlie on the head good night once he sees she's fast asleep. He makes his way to your shared bedroom where he sees your back towards him, you tossing your shirt off. Smiling, Dean walks in and locks the door behind him. You gasp at the feeling of two large warm hands wrapping around your stomach.

"Jesus fuck you scared me." You said chuckling.

Dean let's out an airy chuckle, his breath hitting your neck.

"I really love what you and Charlie made for me." He says kissing your neck.

"I'm glad you liked it. I couldn't think of one to give you myself."

"Oh I know what you can give me..." Dean's voice drops.

You sigh at the feeling of his hands going into your jeans, rubbing your clothed heat.

"Let me get you pregnant again."

You whimper at the feeling of his teeth grazing your neck, the ache between your thighs acting up.

"You like that idea don't you, Darlin? You carry another baby of mine."

"Yes..." you gasp as his hands grab your breasts. "I want another baby."

You and Dean talked about having another kid and how great of a big sister Charlie would be. But, it didn't stop Dean from going feral over the thought of you being pregnant again. The pride that filled inside him knowing that it was his baby you were carrying and the mix of how hot he thought it was of him filling you up.

"Yes who?" Dean says while unclasping your bra, his hands kneading your breasts when your bra falls to the floor.

"Yes, Daddy." You say breathless.

Dean turns you around making you face him. His lips hit yours in a fiery passionate kiss while he picks you up. You feel his skin kissing yours, grinding against his jeans needing to feel him against you. It's been a couple of months since you two had sex and your bodies craved one another beyond belief. Dean tosses you on the bed, your eyes watch and darken as he takes his shirt off. Dean leans over on the bed, crawling his way to straddle you before unbuttoning your jeans and tossing them. Your lace thong only turning him on more.

"You mean to wear that one purpose, or am I just that lucky?" He says smirking.

"Maybe both." You say bringing him down to kiss you.

Dean sighs into the kiss, his hands roaming your body making you shiver. He undoes his belt and takes his jeans off. He's about to take your panties off until you stop him.

"Wait."

Dean freezes and looks at you worried. You sit up and push him back against the pillows. Kissing his lips, you ghost your fingers down his chest making him hum into the kiss. You break away from him.

"Let me give you the first part of your Father's Day gift." You say smiling.

Dean places his arms behind his head as you start kissing your way down his neck, pecs, and abs. He relaxes under your soft feather-like kisses. You give him one last kiss below his belly button before pulling his boxers down, his erection standing at full attention. You lick your lips before licking the palm of your hand. You bring it to his shaft and begin stroking him with both hands. Dean's eyes don't move, loving the sight and feel of you working on him. Your tongue swirls around his tip, sucking it before your lips move up and down on his length.

"Fuck..." Dean rasps throwing his head back on the pillows while cupping your face.

Your wrists begin twisting around his length as you pull him deeper into your mouth. Dean's hips thrust into your mouth, you gagging as his tip hits the back of your throat. Moving your head to meet his thrusts, Dean grips your hair tightly, a sign that he was close to finishing. The sting in your hair from Dean's grip makes you moan against his length.

"Shit baby..." Dean groans before you feel his hot cum hit the back of your throat.

You hum at the taste of him and swallow him. Dean lets go of your hair and pulls himself out of your mouth, spit still attached from your lips to his tip.

"You're so perfect" Dean says caressing your cheek affectionately. Without warning, Dean places you onto your back and slides your panties off.

"Now I get to thank you." He smiles rubbing his nose against yours. Your thumb strokes his cheeks while looking into his lustful green eyes.

"I guess I could take a thank you present." You say making him chuckle.

Dean pecks your lips softly before his lips attach to your neck. Your fingers lace through his soft brown locks as he slowly kisses down your body, making sure to kiss every inch of you and your scars from past hunts along the way. You moan as you feel his hands spread your thighs, the coolness of his wedding ring against your hot skin adding to the pleasure. Dean groans at how soaked you are, feeling himself getting hard again. He wastes no time in lowering his head, his hot tongue moving in circular motions on your clit making you whine.

"Need to be quiet baby." He says against your folds.

Being quiet while Dean made love to you was the hardest thing to do in your entire life. The way he went down on you and how he would fuck you always had you crying from pleasure. It was one of the reasons you two didn't have sex as often as you used to. The risk of waking your daughter was too high. But being without him for so long only made it worse. You throw your head back and Dean sucks on your folds while inserting two fingers. Your knuckles whiten from gripping the covers so hard. The ache in your core snaps as white-hot heat courses through your body. Your back lifts off the mattress and Dean's hand covers your mouth, muffling your moans as you cum hard on his fingers, squirting at how hard your orgasm is. Your body shakes from the aftermath of your orgasm as Dean removes his fingers from you.

"One of the quickest times you've cum for me, Sweetheart." He says kissing your cheek while smirking. "Ready?" He says lining himself up with your soaked entrance.

"Yes, Daddy" you say still catching your breath.

Dean's lips softly kiss yours while he pushes himself into you, grunting at the feeling of your warm, wet, walls gripping him. You moan into the kiss once he's fully inside you and stretching you out. Dean groans as starts thrusting into you, his hand wrapping around your hand while kissing your neck. You feel your wetness begin to leak onto his length, moaning into the side of his head every time he hits that sensitive spot inside you. Your body grows hotter as his thrusts become more erratic and your clit brushes against his pelvis with every thrust. The pleasure in your core makes you scratch your nails down his back.

"Cum with me baby." He groans into your neck.

Your walls flutter as you feel him twitch inside you, your body shaking violently as he cums deep inside you. Dean tries to pull away but you keep him there, needing to feel him soften inside you. He kisses your lips and strokes your messy hair.

"I love you." He says while his lips brush against yours.

"I love you too... Daddy." You say playfully with a tired smirk.

Dean smiles while shaking his head. He slowly pulls out of you, his seed beginning to leak out before he takes his index and middle finger and pushes it gently back inside you. You whine at the feeling of overstimulation, your hand on his wrist.

"I know, Sweetheart. Gotta make sure though." He says kissing you softly on your forehead.

Dean slips his fingers out of you and pulls you down to lay on his chest. You grab his wrist and lick the mixture of you both yours and his cum off his fingers. He places his hand on your stomach and starts to rub it.

"I can't wait to have another baby." Dean says looking at you lovingly.

You look into his bright green eyes and trace his brow bone.

"I can't either." You say kissing his lips.

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It was almost a month later and Charlie's birthday. Dean and Sam were setting up balloons and getting ready for her birthday party. Well, he WAS until he and your daughter started playing volleyball with them. You were upstairs in the bathroom. Your period was late and you decided to take a test. You weren't sure why you were nervous, maybe because you were worried that you weren't pregnant. But there was no way you weren't. Dean kept you up all night making sure he knocked you up. With shaking hands, you turn over the test. Tears welled up in your eyes and you smiled at the words on the test:

Pregnant 3+

You wiped your eyes and grabbed the test, your voice too shakey to talk so you text Dean. He stops playing with Charlie when his phone goes off.

Can you come up here real quick?

"Alright Charles, Daddy will be right back. Stay with Uncle Sam and Aunt Eileen." He says kissing her cheek. "Be right back" he tells his brother.

Dean walks into your room and sees you sitting with tears in your eyes. He panics until he sees the giant smile on your face.

"Happy Father's Day baby." You say handing him the test.

Dean takes the test gently and smiles wide as tears form in his eyes. He carefully picks you up in his arms and spins you around. His lips hit yours in a soft kiss when he places you back on the floor. You feel Dean's hand softly lift your shirt before pressing lightly on your stomach.

"We're having another baby." He whispers excitedly.

You nod your head, your fingers running through his soft locks. Dean pulls you into a tight hug and kisses your temple. You wrap your arms around his waist, rubbing his back.

"Let's go tell Charlie" his smile wide.

You two walk back into the living room hand in hand and see Charlie dancing on Sam's back while Eileen holds her hands laughing. Dean wraps his arm around your shoulders, yours around his waist before he clears his throat making Sam and Eileen look up.

"Charlie, are you ready for your first present?" Dean asks smiling wide.

"Yes!" She says jumping off of Sam and making him grunt and laugh.

Dean picks her up and sets him on her hip.

"Baby, you're gonna be a big sister."

Charlie smiles and cheers loudly wrapping her arms around Dean.

"Mommy's having a baby!"

"When did you find out?" Sam asks getting up off the floor to give you a hug.

"Five minutes ago," you say smiling while pulling away from Sam.

"Congratulations you guys!" Eileen says excited squeezing you.

Dean places Charlie on the ground, kneels in front of you, and lifts your shirt.

"If you're careful, you can touch mommy's belly and say hi to the baby." Charlie looks up at you, eyes worried.

"It's okay Charles, you won't hurt me." You say softly taking her hand and placing it on your lower stomach.

"Hi, baby. I'm your big sister. I love you." She says making you and Dean smile.

"You can kiss the baby too. Watch" Dean says before gently kissing your stomach.

Your daughter copies him and hugs your waist carefully laying her head on your belly. You run your fingers through her soft h/c locks smiling at Dean. He stands up kisses your cheek, happy at the life that you two created together.

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Kinktober Day 17 - Edging

pairing: ethan hunt x f!reader

cw: fwb to lovers?, mentions of drinking, drunk sex (kind of), brief description of injuries, imf agent!reader, edging, nipple licking, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), penetration, overstimulation, crying, cum marking

word count: 1613

kinktober masterlist here.

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

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Ethan was not typically one to tease. It was nice sometimes, but for the most part, he just liked to please you. There was nothing more satisfying than to see you unravel for him from start to finish.

It was different tonight, however, after a few drinks with the team for a well-deserved post-mission celebration. Ethan’s body was aching; he’d taken the hardest hits, as he usually does. The difference about this particular mission, though, was that it was you by his side. Until the very end. You’d limped back to the safe house together, arms around one another, blood still dripping from the various cuts and lashes on your bodies. None of it mattered anymore, though. None of the cuts and bruises and aching pains could take away from the fondness between you and Ethan, the way your relationship—which had started as just a simple dancing among your feelings for one another—blossomed immediately after you helped him save the fucking world. 

You’d been sleeping with one another. Not frequently; the nature of your jobs did not allow that, but at any chance you both had. You kissed, too. Passionately, fervently, like lovers do. But there wasn’t any sort of label, nothing to go by in terms of what you were to one another. You guess you could still just call him your co-worker, who you substantially had feelings for and occasionally made love to. 

Tonight, though, as you fall into bed together, tipsy and giggly, there’s something very different. You’re not quite sure what it is. 

Ethan’s hands aren’t as gentle as usual, his touch eager and almost demanding. His mouth is sweet from the alcohol you’d been drinking, teeth nipping at your bottom lip. 

“Can I try something?” he husks in between kisses.

“Mhm,” is all you mumble against his lips, entranced by the alcohol in your system, his mouth on yours, and his warmth.

He pulls apart, grins, an excited little glint in his eyes. He momentarily looks around, and then visibly gets an idea.

“Can you hang onto the headboard?” he asks softly, guiding you up the mattress. 

You scoot up the best you can until your head hits the pillows, relaxing your body as Ethan settles above you. His hands immediately roam, reaching for your clothes. You aid him in taking them off, and then eagerly reach for his own when you’re completely stripped. He stops you, moves your hands away with a small smile, and takes them off himself. Slips off his jacket, his t-shirt, and then wriggles out of his jeans. 

You giggle, amused, and do your part in holding onto the headboard instead. You’re wondering what it is he’ll do, the uncertainty thrilling. Sex with Ethan was always the same stupor of hot, hungry passion. Lips numbing, tiring each other out. Usually not many words exchanged. It’s different tonight. Your connection to one another feels deeper, more trustful.

Ethan has always respected you. Even the first time you had sex, it was always about you and what you needed. It wasn’t just a need to blow off some steam, to finally give in to the tension; it was his infatuation with you. He was instantly obsessed with pleasing you, and it remained that way every time you had sex. He wasn’t gentle by any means, but he wasn’t rough, either. It was the perfect passionate pace every time. It was like making love. 

The way his arms wrap around your legs to pull you to him is not at all like the usual. You squeal in surprise at his strength, and watch as he brings your core to his middle. Your legs momentarily wrap around his waist as he leans down above you, mouth closing around one of your hardened nipples. He kisses and sucks, eliciting a high pitched moan out of you. One hand comes off the headboard to cup the back of his head as he sloppily kisses at your chest, moving onto your other breast, to your sternum, and back and forth.

You relish in the pleasure that courses through your body, eyes closed, a little smile on your face. Even more so when Ethan’s hand slips in between your bodies to touch your slick center. 

“Ethan,” you gasp out, the thickness of his fingers slipping through your folds.

The pleasure builds up quicker than you can process, your breathing getting heavier against the top of his head as his tongue swirls against your nipple. You squirm when his thumb swipes over your clit, body jerking at the sudden contact, eyes widening. 

It continues to build, your body tensing more and more, and you’re sure you’re seconds away from cumming when Ethan suddenly pulls back. Mouth off, hand off. 

“Fuck,” you whine breathlessly, lifting your head in surprise as he backs away just enough so that your legs untangle from his waist. “I was just about to—what’s wrong?”

He grins, hands still lingering on your legs. “What do you mean?” 

The pleasure floats around in your body, diminishing. Ethan settles on his stomach, spreading your legs apart to face your dripping cunt. You gasp as he places soft, tender kisses to your inner thighs, traveling as close to your center as he can and then trailing them the other way, teasing. 

You realize what he’s doing. 

It’s almost dizzying. Just the thought of getting to do this with him. 

When his mouth slots against you, your entire body goes slack. You try not to thrust against his face, but the orgasm you almost had just a minute ago is still lingering, still on the verge of spilling. Your grip on the headboard tightens. 

Ethan’s mouth is gentle, but you can feel the tip of his finger prodding at your hole. When it slips inside just a little, he pulls back, lips shiny and parted. “Can you hold it for me? Just a little?”

Fuck. 

“H-hold it?” you repeat, feeling him stretch you on his finger. “What do you mean?”

“Try not to cum. Can you do that?” he asks tenderly.

Just his request almost sends you over the edge, but you nod. You grimace when he leans in to swipe his tongue over your clit, the feeling almost too much to hold onto. 

The good thing about having had sex with Ethan multiple times before, is that he grew incredibly accustomed to your body, what reactions he could get out of you, when you were close to cumming. That’s why, when he feels your body tense, and you’re sure you’re really not gonna make it, he pulls back again. 

A frustrated cry comes out of you, loud and whiny. Your fingers slide into his hair, pulling slightly in impatience. 

“First time you do this to me,” you pant, your breathing erratic.

“Just wanted to try something new,” he murmurs against your inner thigh. He presses a firm kiss there, and then sits up. 

Your hand returns to the headboard again, and you watch with hungry eyes as Ethan grasps himself in his fist, cheeks flushed. It’s earth-shattering when he leans in and pushes inside of you. You feel your legs shake, your toes curl, as he sinks in with ease. 

Ethan doesn’t prolong it. He gets right to it; languid strokes at first, and then he increases his pace the more your expression calls for it. It’s still a challenge to hold on but you do it just because he asked. Above you, Ethan admires the pleasure painted on your face. He looks dazed, too, enthralled by how tight you feel around him. 

Your cries get louder as it gets harder and harder to hang on, mixed with the sharp sounds of skin on skin. Ethan suddenly pulls out the moment he feels you clench around him, getting a sob out of you.

Tears well in your eyes. “Ethan—fuck—please,” you plead, sniffling.

He cups your face, leans in to kiss you sweetly. He distracts you for a minute, mouth moving yours gently, and then slips inside of you again. 

It happens a few more times. You lose count after the second time, too intoxicated and overwhelmed with pleasure to even grasp anything but the sudden loss; how you get right to your breaking point and he knows exactly when to pull back. It’s so unlike him. It kind of makes this whole thing hotter, if you didn’t have the very sickening, very urgent need to cum once and for all. In the moment, you’re sure you’ve never needed anything more.

You nearly scream out when it finally tips over the edge. The pleasure crashes against you like a wave, wringing your body against the mattress. Ethan holds onto you, lets you thrash underneath him. He presses kisses to your face as you feel it, his thrusts momentarily slowing to let you breathe. He’s chasing his own high, however, and soon enough resumes his movement. He fucks you through your orgasm, sloppy and untamed, sensitivity immediately clouding your senses. Tears slip down your cheeks as his pace quickens, until it soon crashes for him too. 

He pulls out instantly, spilling his cum all over your abdomen, and his fist. 

Tired and sore, he immediately slumps beside you, trying to catch his breath. Your head rolls over onto his shoulder. 

He glances at you, floating in his high. His brows furrow; he touches your face. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.” 

You wipe at your cheeks. Waves of pleasure continue to swim through you, your body glowing in ecstasy. “No.. that was great, actually.” 

He breathes out, smiling.

You lean your head back against him, sighing happily. “Where did that come from, though?”