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[softmaki]

c/w; gn reader, he calls you doll once, choking but not really, manhandling, fwb dynamic, pent up leon, dry humping, a bit ooc so I’m sorry for that, some dirty talk, if I missed any lmk!

thinking about roommate!leon, who you’ve somehow found yourself in a fwb situation with. you’re still unsure how this situation came to be. but you don’t find yourself complaining about that when you have your roommate come home from work, all frustrated and annoyed, and knowing you’re in for an interesting ride.

his hands find purchase tightly on your hips as soon as the door slams shut behind him and he manages to find you in your shared kitchen, lazily reading the back of a box from which your snacking on. your eyes widen in surprise at his urgency, pushing the box further away from yourself and swallowing thickly.

you don’t say anything. his hips push you into the counter as his own come behind you, a huff escaping his nose as his hands knead the flesh of your hips in his hands. the edge of the countertop digs into your skin, the coolness of the granite top biting in a soothing way. your palms flatten out against the countertop, pushing yourself straight up to feel his chest against your back. your head turns to the side, and your eyes lock with his own blue ones.

you know the cloudy look in those eyes. fuck, you know what’s gonna happen.

“is this okay?” his voice is rough. he’s impatient despite being so close, and even despite his frustration he wants to be sure you’re okay with him doing this. his hands grab harshly at your hips as he rolls his hips into you involuntarily, lips rosy and bruised from how hard he’s biting at them.

“yes.” breathless. it’s always been okay if it’s him.

he doesn’t wait for anything further. his lips crash onto yours, the angle awkward as your neck strains to the side enough to make the messy kiss feel relieving. it’s urgent, animalistic, and sloppy. one of his hands disconnects from its rightful place, a meek escaping your throat shortly before he grabs your neck with the stray hand and gently squeezes. it’s not enough to cut off the flow of blood, instead he rests his hand on you as if you’d disappear if he’s not holding you tight enough.

groaning against you, his lips detach from your own. that earns a disappointment whine from you, though your caught off guard as the hand on your throat moves to rest on the back of your neck. his hand pushes your neck down to bend you over the counter. his other hand leaves your hips and finds itself grabbing your arms and pinning them behind your back.

“y’don’t even know how long I’ve waited for this, doll.”

his breath is hot on the shell of your ear, and his words earn nothing less than a wanton moan out of you as his hips roll into your ass. the friction you both finally feel is what you assume heaven to be.

he’s rough and demanding. the pace of his hips only picks up the longer your held in this position. from the corner of your eye you can see his rugged face as his teeth leave marks on his lips, jaw falling open every few moments to release a quiet pant that makes you envious of the air that drinks in his sounds instead of your ears. the hand from your neck snakes down to the hem of your shirt, lifting it up enough to grab at the soft skin below it instead, a guttural moan escaping his throat as his hips roll against you harsher.

“fuuuck, baby. need my cock in you now. fuckin missed this hole. can’t take it anymore, need’ya now.”

you’re tugged out of the hazy state the pleasurable friction left you in, finding yourself flipped onto your back on the counter with leon slotting himself between your legs. he doesn’t struggle with the belt in his fingers and the metal clanking of the buckle against the tiled floors reverberates in the kitchen.

your mouth salivates, hands rushing down to remove your own trousers.

a/n; long time no see! i’m so sorry for the year long hiatus. if it was a crime to be erratic in posting i’d be in for life. this is super rushed and not checked, so if there’s any spelling errors lmk! i’ve been super starved of fic ideas or anything of the sort and feel like my writings not up to par. feel free to suggest anything I could work with, and if I disappear for another year or so please don’t hold it against me 😭🙏

[softmaki]

LIKE A LITTLE PIECE OF HEAVEN

→ Sneaking around with your grandparents’ ranch hand during the summer!

CW: x Fem!reader with she/her pronouns, starts with fluff and turns into smut, switch!Leon, dry humping, cowgirl, butterfly (i think that’s the position name?), fingering, short hold the moan snippet, reader wears a sundress at one point, mention of a palm injury via a cut

WC: 1.8k

NOTE: written just for fun to entertain myself during an excruciatingly long car ride, sorry that it’s fast paced </3 title lyric is from ‘tulsa jesus freak’ also i tried my best at a southern accent for him okay

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You always complained whenever your parents sent you on your annual trip to your grandparents’ place. Mosquitoes ran rampant and a prayer whilst holding hands was mandatory before every meal. Summer was supposed to be a break so you could be lazy in bed all day, but now you had to go help tend to the animals.

Sure, farm animals are cute and all…but gushing over how adorable they are is much different from actually taking care of them. So much for that ‘Charlotte’s Web’ childhood dream of yours, none of the pigs are like Wilbur!

But you had a change of attitude when you went the summer after your freshman year of college. Upon your arrival, your suitcase was hauled by strong skin-kissed hands, like if your packed belongings weighed a mere pound.

Looking up, your eyes met irises that rivaled the beauty of the ocean.

Oh.

You almost had to physically lift your jaw back up to introduce yourself. Then you ran upstairs to bury your face into your pillow.

Leon Kennedy. Would his last name suit your first name? Or vice versa? Jesus.

That first summer was full of fleeting glances and flirtatious conversation. There was something romantic about being in a space far away from civilization. Like you were in your own little universe with him whenever the two of you snuck around. During dinners, you always nudged at his leg with your boot to mess with him, liking the way he cleared his throat to ward off a smile.

And maybe you relied on silly methods to see if your feelings for him were reciprocated.

Pluck.

He likes me.

Pluck.

He likes me not.

Pluck.

He likes me.

Pluck.

He likes me not.

Pluck. Last one.

He likes me!!!

Childish excitement coursed through you, an instantaneous smile on your face. You thanked Mother Nature for giving you the answer you wanted.

You also thanked the Sun every day for gifting freckles to Leon. One day, you held onto his face and tried to count them all. Squinting your eyes, you counted aloud, missing the way he looked at you with nothing but sweetness in his gaze.

The world around you was muted, as if the cows standing behind the fence had stopped mooing just for the sake of your concentration.

“Sure this is gonna work? Listen, I’ve always been an optimistic fella but—“

“Shh, you’re distracting me.” After a beat, you groaned. “Fuck I lost count. Okay, hold still for real this time.”

“Sure, doll.” She’s real cute, he thought to himself.

Or that one time when the Sun’s beams were too hot and made Leon take his hat off so he could pour a fresh bucket of water on his head. You felt so betrayed at the sight.

“You’re shitting me!”

“What?”

“Your roots…” Not very polite, but you pointed at his hair. “I thought you were blonde. Like, born blonde.”

“Sorry to disappoint.” He hid his amusement with a shrug, lowering his head to give you a better look. “Haven’t had time to dye it.”

And of course, you owed the Moon some gratitude for being an audience member to a memory you cherished. If said memory could be physically stored, you’d keep it on a frame so you could rewatch the moment your relationship blossomed.

The confession came when two heartbeats aligned, two bodies snuggled against each other on top of the roof. Leon gazed at you as if you hung up the stars and moon that were beautifully assorted in the sky, the same ones he had admired all alone prior to you coming here. He never thought he’d have a pretty woman wanting to get to know him.

“This is crazy…I can actually see the constellations out here.” Your words were a murmur, the glimmering dots above reflecting in your pupils.

“And ya couldn’t back at home?”

“Pfft. With all the pollution in the city? Not a chance.”

“Yeah? Mus’ be a special night for ya, then.”

It was. But not because of the view, rather, because of the handsome guy holding you close like you were his girlfriend.

“Yeah, it is.”

A hat was placed onto your head. His hat.

You broke your admiration of the stars, turning to look at him instead. The tip of his nose brushed against yours, suddenly his hand was cupping the side of your face. His skin was scarred and calloused against yours, a physical manifestation of how different his lifestyle was from yours.

Books always made it seem like butterflies would be swarming in your stomach at moments like these. But you felt calm. This was fate, it was supposed to happen. And who were you to deny the universe’s pull and Cupid’s arrow?

Leon was a gentleman first and foremost. “Can I…?”

“Mhm.”

Your first kiss was witnessed by the moon.

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You kept in touch through letters. Leon was old fashioned, and very rarely did he pick up his cheap flip phone when you tried giving him a call. Something about his phone always being stored away, he hardly used the thing anyway. He already had the task of picking up the mail, so it wasn’t like your grandpa or grandma would get it.

You didn’t mind much. There was something endearing about sending letters, running to the mail like you were a dog fetching the weekly newspaper. It was hard to imagine his voice sometimes when reading his letters because he wrote all properly, it didn’t match his accent.

“I’m sorry it took so long for me to send another letter. I accidentally cut my hand when fixing up a fence and it took a while to heal, it left a scar. I’m okay though, promise. Just don’t want you to think I forgot about you or anything like that. Your grandpa was real nice about it, he gave me some time off, he’s got a kind heart. And your grandma kept cooking up some soup…said it would help me heal quicker. Not sure if it’s true, but it left my stomach happy and that counts for something.

The entire time I was resting, I found myself thinking of you. Would you have patched my hand up if you were here? Kissed my pain away?

Every time I look at the moon, I wonder if you are too.”

You always traced over his handwriting with an unclicked pen before proceeding to leave a kiss mark on the corner of the page and putting it in your stored pile.

Summer became the highlight of your years. You actually packed cute clothes now, flowy sundresses and some matching undergarments you wouldn’t mind Leon seeing. Of course, you also bought some riding gear, wanting to partake in his hobbies too.

The instant you were back at the farm and the two of you were alone, Leon grabbed you by the hips and pressed you up against the outdoor wall of the house, smiling at you all coyly.

“Missed ya. Shoulda jus’ stayed here with me.”

“Thought you liked me for pursuing a higher education?” Your grin matched his. Maybe after you got your degree you’d join him more often.

“Mhm.” God, that intellect of yours was sexy. He could listen to you ramble about your ambitions for ages. “Wish that college of yers was nearby, though.”

“That makes two of us…I missed you too, by the way.” Your lips inched closer to his. “A lot.”

His cheeks turned roseate, his heart thumping as fast as the hooves of a bronco at a rodeo. “…Yeah?”

“Don’t sound so unsure! Need me to show you?”

“I’d appreciate that, y’know how I am.” Leon wasn’t the most self assured, having been worried you’d find some college guy to get with.

All it took was some more sweet talking and daring touches on your end before he hoisted one of your legs up with your permission, the fabric of your dress lifting and bunching around your hips, the plush of your ass pressed against the weathered down paint of the walls.

He let you set the pace, keeping you steady as you bucked your hips against him, your panties soaking from the friction of his rough denim jeans. Your mouths clashed messily out of pent up desperation.

It didn’t go farther than dry humping, though.

Leon made sure your first time with him was more planned out, not wanting it to be in some confined space or rushed. You rode him until dawn, your knees meeting the soft blanket he laid down against the grass with each roll of your hips.

“Ah ah ah. Slow, sweetheart, slow.” He pleaded in a throaty voice, you were killing him, milking him over and over.

“Fuck…okay.” You slowed your pace, your breaths mingling when you rested your forehead against his.

“That’s it. Like that.”

And after that, there were more spontaneous times.

You wanted to get dicked down on your mattress so that’s what Leon gave you, if only your bed wasn’t so fucking squeaky. He had to put pillows behind your headboard.

“Shh…gotta be quiet f’me.” His hand covered your mouth, muting the moans that almost spilled from your mouth.

Leon wouldn’t live to see another day if his boss found his sweet granddaughter’s ankles hugging his neck and her toes all curled.

You ran your nails against his scalp, turning his hair into a mess, taking advantage of the fact he didn’t have a hat indoors. He bit down on his lip harshly to prevent himself from groaning aloud. Yeah, he had to climb out your window after that.

You almost got caught once inside one of the rundown abandoned stalls that was in need of some fixing. You were sitting betweens Leon’s spread legs, his hand down your pants. His palm gently smacked your clit with every push of his fingers inside your cunt. Open-mouthed kisses grazed your neck, making you loll your head to the side.

If only your granddaddy hadn’t interrupted.

“Son, ya in here?” Some incoherent grumbles before he got to the point, thankfully giving you some time to smack Leon’s hand away, snickering at the expression on his face — like he was about to be put six feet under. “Need yer help with the pipe I was tellin’ ya about earlier.”

“‘m on it.” Leon called out after pecking your lips, but there was a crack in his voice that left you silently giggling as he got up and wiped his fingers on his pants. He seemed so embarrassed, sparing you an apologetic glance and then tipping his hat down to hide his flustered expression from his boss.

But who knows, your grandparents adored Leon. One day he’d muster up the courage to tell them he was sweet on you, or maybe they’d catch the two of you holding hands under the dinner table.

Either way, you were no mere summer fling, and he let that be known by adorning your finger with a shiny promise ring.

[softmaki]

ur leon fics r delicious C: he is vry hansome

kiss kiss mwah ilysm ty

ur posts about him were so delicious too I was eating them UP, he’s the best little pookie bear I’ve ever seen

[softmaki]

Hey bby!! I love ur writing n I was wondering if you have any current fics you’re working on???

sorry for the late response, I’ve been so distracted lately 😭💔

atm not working on anything but I do have two ideas for writing but they’re nothing sexual.

my requests are open tho so feel free to suggest anything :3

[softmaki]

Hey bby!!! Are ur requests open???

yes they are!! lately I’ve been pretty distracted so I’m really sorry if I take a long time to finish things up </33

my req rules are pretty standard just as a notice! character/reader, no extreme kinks except for maybe gunplay (safety on) or blood!

ty for asking!! I’ll leave it in my bio for easier access in the future :)

[softmaki]

cw; gn reader (+ no use of yn), oral (m. receiving), rough-ish leon, degrading(?), set somewhat modern, consensual picture taking! lmk if I missed any :3c + please read a/n at end for credits!

leon kennedy who has you on your knees at the edge of the bed, your mouth and throat stuffed full with his cock. you don’t know how long you’ve been at this, but you can let bring yourself to care much. the way his hands grip your hair n massage your scalp, the grunts n groans your ears are picking up on, the way his thigh twitches from time to time. it’s all so enticing and your only motive is to get him to the finish line he oh so deserves despite your hesitance for this to end. and to your disappointment, yet much to his pleasure, you can start to feel how his cock throbs in your throat, how his moans edge up in volume and how his pacing starts to falter.

a particularly loud moan escaped his throat as you feel the warm liquid start oozing in your mouth, a bitter and tangy taste resting on your tongue as he pulls out. you prepare yourself to swallow, but to your surprise he stops you when he grabs your cheeks with his hands and squeezes, forcing your lips to pucker and part open. he locks eyes with you intently before humming in thought.

“y’look so cute like this. want to take a pic of you, ‘s that okay?” he whispers, his eyes never looking away from your own. you can only give a half assed attempt at a nod, given his grip on your chin and how his cum is starting to dribble out of the corners of your mouth. “good job, knew you couldn’t disappoint me.”

he reaches for his phone, and a fleeting thought passes by you. what if you swallowed it just to be a brat? his phone comes into your vision much faster than you could actually act on your thought, so now you just leave it as another activity for a different day. and… you kinda wanted to keep the well-behaved streak for today, maybe you’d get a reward later…

“tongue out.” he mutters as he angles his camera and you do as he says. your lips part further and your tongue peeks out, the white liquid still there. however the small push also encourages other small parts to dribble out and down your chin. “mm, fuck… just like that.”

a shutter sound effect plays and you know he’s got the picture of you now. butterflies dance around in your tummy at the thought but you’re quickly brought back to the scene in front of you as you hear him speak again.

“does my obedient cumslut want a reward? hm?”

a/n; rushed n a bit poorly written, but my own take based on one of the hc’s written by @hissmajestty (it’s not letting me attach a direct link, I’m so sorry!) in their leon post. credit to this hc is all theirs :3

[softmaki]

c/w; gn reader (no mention of genitals or use of y/n), tipsy/drunk leon, minor dirty talk, lewd thoughts, implied masturbation, if I missed any lmk!

leon kennedy, who knows it’s late but still reaches for the phone. he hums as his blurry eyes manage to focus in on your name in his contacts, his desire burning brighter as the rings start echoing in his ear. a few moments pass, and as he’s beginning to believe he should hang up you pick up the phone.

“hmm? what do you need?”, you murmur. he knows he must’ve woken you, yet he can’t bring himself to feel guilty. his chest tightens as he hears your raspy voice and he has to stop himself from imagining you waking up the morning after, voice the same but instead of asking about his needs you’re begging for him again.

“you.”

“its like… 3 in the morning, leon.”

“mm, i know. ‘m sorry.” he slurs. “couldn’t help myself, only thinkin’ of you...”

you can’t help but find the idea of it somewhat sweet but you’re also worried for him. you know he’s drunk, and all you can hope for is that he’s at home and not at a bar. knowing him, he wouldn’t dare do this in public, so your worries quickly die down.

despite you feeling tired from being woken up, you can’t stop yourself from shuffling onto your back and placing the phone on speaker beside you, your hands slowly moving below the covers. you give him a subtle moan in response to his words. its not loud, nor is it too quiet for the phone to miss it.

“good, baby. fuck.. i miss you s’much…”

a/n; very very loosely based on ‘whyd you only ever call me when you’re high?’ by am, but I didn’t stick with it. open ending; it can get more dirty as it goes on or you could go over, up to you! :3

[softmaki]

c/w; afab!reader (no pronouns, though use of word ‘clit’), car sex, p in v, hint of marking, if there’s any other lmk!

leon kennedy, whos hips have been thrusting into you for the past god knows how long. the cramped conditions of the car make the scene much hotter than you could’ve imagined as you feel his warm breath in the crook of your neck and a broken moan slip from his lips. your hand can only rest on his back, tightly fisting the fabric of his dull blue shirt between your fingers as you release small pants and gasps for air. sooner than you would’ve liked, his hips stutter in their rhythm. but leon can’t leave you unsatisfied so he quickly attaches his lips to the skin of your throat and starts nibbling on your weak spot, forcing a moan out of your mouth. his hand also slips between you two, his hand resting on your pelvis so his thumb can toy with your clit to drive you over the edge.

a/n; rushed. ily all sm tho ur comments and rbs are so cute omgg 😭😭🩷 also feel free to req! I’ll make a post about my do/donts, mb…

[softmaki]

a taken risk

summary; whilst luis was out, your boyfriend convinced you to giving him oral despite your fears of a certain someone returning and catching you.

w/c: 1.3k

c/w; gn reader (if there’s any gendered terms that slipped by lmk please!!), oral (m. receiving), facefucking, extremely tiny powerplay, some degradation + praise, one (1) singular whimper from leon, caught at the end. if I missed any tell me :)

a/n; no mention of y/n!! extremely poorly written, I’m so so sorry for that </3. I did have fun whilst doing this but I’m also sorry for any impending cringe/secondhand embarrassment. ending can pretty much be open; if you want to react a certain way you’re free to imagine it or maybe you’d even like luis to join!

“leon, we can’t,” you hiss. your brows furrow as you make eye contact with your boyfriend. “luis will be coming back inside at any moment, do you seriously want to risk it?”

he hums briefly, almost seemingly in thought until he follows it up with a smirk directed your way all too quick. and you know very well from previous experience what that expression meant.

“you can’t be serious,” you groan, crossing your arms. your hand finds it’s way to press slightly at your temple for a split second before grunting at his antics and walking towards him.

“made up your mind, doll?”, he teases. he leans back in his chair and turns his body to face you, moving his right hand to rest on his thigh whilst leaving his left on the table.

this is by far not an unfamiliar situation to you. what is, however, is the possibility of someone being able to walk in on you two so easily and catch full sight. and you suppose you should feel upset at the thought of getting caught, though you only find it strangely enticing.

you kneel down in front of leon and your arms quickly raise up to fumble with his buckle, feeling the familiar leather under you fingers and sighing to yourself. in your rush to get to his dick you find yourself struggling with the belt an uncharacteristic amount.

“slow down, doll. ‘m not going anywhere.”

you roll your eyes as you look up at him and give him an unamused stare, quickly focusing back on his belt. he chuckles at your dismissal but bites back a groan as you successfully manage to tug open his belt and zipper and palm him roughly.

“mm, i guess so. but i’d rather not have someone walking in on us, y’know?”

he gives you a lazy grin, finding amusement in your justifiable fear, though also harbouring a knowing glint in his eye that just screams ‘i know the idea of getting caught is turning you on’.

you huff at him before tugging down his boxers just enough to free him from his confinements yet you quickly get to work. your hand wraps firmly around his shaft as you start to give him some slow pumps, licking your lips at the sight. you admire the sight as you feel his warm skin beneath your fingers, and you find the pretty shade of pink that his tip has turned awfully pretty.

he releases a sigh of pleasure, so faint your ears barely pick up on it. you smile slyly at him before looking up to lock eyes with him. your hand doesn’t stop it’s rhythm, instead running your fingertip around his slit and rubbing some of the oozing precum down his shaft, subtly picking up in pace as his hooded eyes lock onto you.

“weren’t you the one insisting we hurry up, sweetheart? what happened to that, huh?”

“who knows,” you giggle, furrowing your brows briefly to imitate an innocent expression on your face. “maybe i’ve decided to take my time. is that so bad, mr. kennedy?”

he opens his mouth to retort something, yet he’s caught slightly off-guard as soon as he feels a wet warmth on his cock for a brief moment. you repeat the action, your tongue jutting out ever so slightly to lick at his slit and tease him as you lap up the salty and bitter fluid, rewarding you with a deep hum in the process. you feel somewhat bad though for going slow, so you give him a few preparatory kisses along his shaft along with a few more pumps before gently resting his tip on your tongue. you keep your eye contact with him going, and he whispers something below his breath before letting his right hand reach down to tug your hair up so he can hold it tightly in his hand.

you know what’s about to come next, and as you don’t want him to win in this imaginary competition, you bob your head down suddenly. you only reach about half way down, not because that’s your limit, but because you still don’t want him to get what he yearned for so soon. even if it meant taking longer than you would’ve liked. you keep your hand wrapped around his base and you give him a firm squeeze as you lift your head up.

yet you don’t fully lift your head. his tip is now resting at the back of your tongue and you can feel his hand now gaining control over you. the hair he tightly holds in his fist provides ample support in him tugging your head back to hold it in place as he slowly starts to thrust up into your mouth.

you lock eyes with him for the third or so time tonight and you let him thrust as deep as he’d like. your hands have moved to rest on either side of you on his thighs, grip tightening as his pace picked up.

“just like that, huh. relinquished all your control like that,” he moans. “what a fuckin’ whore.”

you try to retort something, though it’s proving futile as he currently has reign over your mouth. the chair squeaks below him as his thrusts pick up in vigour, and you can start to feel him reaching the back of your throat and the feeling of his balls slapping against your chin is noted somewhere deep down in your brain.

“mmf!”, you manage to get out. the vibrations of your pitiful attempt at speech on his dick left him gasping for air for a second, though he soon regains himself and tightens his grip on your hair further.

a mix of your saliva and his precum started leaking out of the corner of your mouth, and unbeknownst to you his heart soared at the sight. his pretty partner on their knees, his dick in their throat as they drool around him. a true sight for sore eyes if it was up to him.

you quickly realised the effect both your attempted speech and believably outward appearance had on him so you started moaning around his dick more, now also flattening your tongue against him and hollowing your cheeks to provide him with more suction. as according to some plan, his thrusts picked up further in pace, which is something you didn’t even know was possible at the moment. what was shocking though, was the small whimper that left his throat.

his tempo hiccups slightly, though he stabilises himself and releases a deep moan. whether it was an attempt to cover up the whimper or a genuine outlet of his pleasure, you wouldn’t know. either way, between the ways his rhythm started becoming erratic, the longer and louder moans, his head falling back and his eyes screwing shut as he panted, you knew he was reaching his climax.

“fuckin’ slut. look at you, so pretty with my dick shoved down your throat,” he spews. “bet you want my cum down your throat too, huh.”

you couldn’t nod as he held your head tightly in place, so you release a particularly loud hum around him in response. he groans once again, and a smirk covers his handsome face as his pace starts becoming more twitchy.

only a minute or two after that does he actually release, his hand shoving your head down until your nose is buried into his neatly trimmed hair and you can feel his warm cum fill your throat as he releases a particularly long moan of relief. his grip on your hair finally loosens, and you splutter around him trying to contain all of the fluid.

it’s also at this time that the door swings wide open. your eyes widen as you look above the table between you and the door and see luis standing in the doorway, bewildered. leon’s release was far too much for you to hold it all in, and some ends up spilling out of the corners of your mouth, trickling down your chin. leon seems indifferent, his left hand that remained at rest on the table waving up in some half-assed attempt at a wave to luis.

“guess i’ve interrupted something important then, eh?”

a/n; I’m apologising again. not proofread properly either and for him being a bit ooc D:

[softmaki]

c/w: lewd thoughts, mentions of oral (m. receiving), if i missed any others lmk!

re4!leon whos fisting his cock to the thought you as you’re sound asleep in the room next door, wishing it was you. he had to take watch for the few hours you guys chose to rest for at one of the abandoned cottages in the area, and you couldn’t blame him!! you’ve been teasing him throughout the time you’ve been there with lingering touches in situations where things were calmer, drawling his name out lazily whilst taking a rest to restock some supplies, and so on. he’s trying so hard not to moan your name or be too loud, but whenever the thought of your lips encasing his tip crosses his mind he can’t help but get a lil louder <3 his hands would speed up as soon as he lets out a particularly loud moan, trying to reach his climax before he eventually wakes you :((

[softmaki]

a soft evening

summary; the setting sun provides a small moment of comfort before you fall asleep with your beloved

wc: 1k (on the dot!)

warnings; none, besides not being proofread and some minor suggestive commentary

character(s); written w leon kennedy in mind, tho open to imagination! might not fit energetic or cheesy romantic types, though :,)

a/n; first time writing or posting in years, hope u like it 😭 if I need to change anything lmk!!! and my requests are always open :)

The only source of light in the room was the stray rays of the sun coming through the window, casting a soft orange glow that made the small room feel cosy. The blinds were yet to be closed, but given how heavenly the warmth made his features look you didn’t want to move from your current position.

He hums softly as he feels your gaze lock on his face. You place every small detail of him into your conscience; the small birthmark that decorated his left cheek, the way his brows furrowed even outside of a professional environment, and the soft look in his usually steely eyes once he opens them.

You shake your head and mimic his hum in response. Your neck was starting to feel uncomfortable leaning on his shoulder and looking up. Shifting a bit, you feel one of his arms graze around your torso and then tighten at your hip.

He lets out a small grunt, one that almost passed by you, as he looks at you somewhat expectantly. You pause for a second to look at him and try to figure out why he paused his movement until it clicked.

You placed your hands on his shoulders and quickly pushed yourself up and onto his lap.

Unlike other times you were in this position, this felt much more intimate. You’re not sure why, though you chalk it up to the setting sun and quietness of it all.

With your frame slightly taller than his now, you get the pleasure of looking down on him and staring warmly into his eyes. You’ve already memorised his features, not only from earlier but also from all the countless other times you two shared such a close proximity, but you choose to look over and admire him again. And you’ll keep doing it as long as he lets you.

He hums again as you make eye contact, his arms that rested on your hips curling around your waist entirely. He trapped you in a tight embrace, pushing your face closer to his.

You knew he didn’t have any ulterior motives with that move tonight, and if you were being honest you much preferred the idea of simply admiring each other tonight than anything else you could’ve passed time with.

Your hands slowly creep up from his shoulders to gently hold his face, your right thumb caressing over his cheekbone calmly.

You note how his eyes close at the feeling of your hands.

Your left hand slowly shifts lower to hold his chin and tilt his head up more. His eyes open slowly at the feeling, taking a moment to focus on your face.

You smile at him and he returns it, subtly, with a twitch in the corner of his mouth. Though you know he’s too tired to fully form a smile at the moment.

You slowly lean your face down a bit, both of your eyes half lidded as your eyes flick to his parted lips. You don’t notice, but his eyes linger on your lips, too.

You smile again as you get close enough to feel his breath on your lips, and without a second pause you connect your lips. His thoughts turn fuzzier than they were when he feels your smile in the kiss, and a small tug at his heartstrings is duly noted by his brain at some point. You remain still for a few seconds, then lean in and deepen the kiss a bit. You hum out in satisfaction, though it’s so quiet that you both barely even notice it. Now he’s the one smiling as you tilt your head a bit, though the smile is quickly gone when you pull back just enough to disconnect the kiss, yet not far enough to remove the faint feeling of your breath on his cupid's bow.

His thoughts become clearer as his eyes open for the nth time tonight, and it’s now his turn to note your features into his memory. And it’s the same story as with you. Despite having memorised all the distinct features that make you uniquely you through your time shared together, he so greatly appreciates being able to just gaze at you and note it all to memory. Time and time again.

You both just stare at each other for a few minutes, your hand starting to caress his cheek again, though this time you simply lean your head down into the crook of his neck instead. Your right hand follows suit, but instead it places itself on the right side of his chest.

You feel comfort at the feeling of his constant and strong heartbeats. It reminds you he’s safe and it helps ground you and your thoughts each time. He feels your paused hand movement as you just feel his pulse, and he so strongly wants to say that it only beats for you. The thought of saying something so cheesy tugs his lips into a smile unwittingly, and he stops himself only because he deemed it too embarrassing to say such a thing.

And maybe he thought it would ruin the moment, who knows.

Your left hand drops down to rest at his side, fiddling with the fabric of his shirt and tugging ever so slightly as your eyes close slowly.

You start to doze off ever so slightly, and your ears perk a tiny bit at hearing his breathing slow down, too.

His grip on your waist hasn’t relented though, and you safely assume it’ll carry on like that into the night. You mentally chuckle a bit at the idea.

And after a few more minutes, you both fall unconscious. The last thought that crossed your mind was something along the lines of ‘God, our backs are gonna be SO sore in the morning.’

Although you didn’t find it in you to care, be it now or when it does happen. Because no matter what, you’d always choose his presence and warmth over your own short-term health.

[softmaki]

donate to an abortion fund rn <33