#LeonKennedy

[dismoondart]

Knight and prince

[leonature]

okay my last post wasn’t an overnight sensation but do you guys at least fw mpreg leon

[harpsinfinity]

hello! i hope you're doing well... can i request Leon gently kissing his SO's forehead while he's pounding her hard or something like that...

love your writings btw! take care!

Thank you have a blessed day anon

Afab!fem!reader !!

Nsfw below !!↓↓↓

A loud moan ripped from your throat as the fat tip of Leon's cock slammed into your poor, swollen pussy. Meanly hitting your sweet spot over and over until you were gushing and crying around him

"such a good girl, takin' me so well"

His groans and grunts were enough to have you clenching and pulsing around him once more, the sharp coil tightening in the pit of your abdomen exploding into pleasant blissful warmth.

"leon- fuck ! So good !"

A whine graced your lips, your body beginning to writhe and squirm in his hold as he roughly pounded into you. His calloused fingers attacked your overworked, puffy clit, making you cry out beneath him.

In the midst of your overstimulation, Leon's lips gently pressed to your forehead head, then another to your temple. A tender act in the middle of his rough pounding. It made your head spin and your pussy gush more slick.

"yeah? you feelin' good, angel?"

Leon rasped in your ear, while your gasp and moans are fed into his. All you can do is nod as you feel his hand press down on the bump he'd created in your stomach, making you sob in pleasure, blissed out tears following it.

Leon's lips locked with yours as you came around him, squeezing him tight and milking his cock for all it was worth.

With a grunt he followed you, filling you up with a fat load.

With one final peck to your forehead he whisks you away to the bathroom

[writingwisterias]

Deserved

Death Island! Leon kennedy x AFAB!Fem! Reader Warnings: SMUT, MDNi, Breeding Kink, Drinking, Depression, Alcoholism, Creampie, Teasing, Praise Kink, Mentions of body changes, Unprotected Sex, Missionary, Words: 3.4k It's finally here, one of the many breeding kink fics promised LMAO Taglist: @biohazard-4ever (Sorry it changed from damnation to DI)

Life was different now he had you, this angel saving grace that wormed its way into his hardened heart. He was never sure how you did it. How you actually made him excited to come home and see you. Or for him to allow himself to have a slither of happiness for once. Something that the government couldn’t rip him away from because no matter what happened it will always be there waiting for him. 

But he couldn’t do that could he? He couldn’t let the one thing that caused to be happy to feel the love he had for them. It was a curse he could never express the right thing. Instead, he had spent the last year allowing the words he wished he said come out in drunken slurs and sprinkled with arguments. He was ashamed at how he allowed the world to rot him, darkened his heart with walls he wasn’t sure neither him or you could break. 

The whiplash of him loving you to pushing you away was getting too much. Leon could see it in your face everytime you watched him stumble through the front door. It was getting too much for you and he wasn’t giving you the promises that he made so long ago. You tried, always tried. Gave him the space he needed as well as the love he craved when he came back like a wounded puppy. 

You knew deep down it wasn’t his fault, knowing that he didn’t force himself to turn out this way. The late night whispers of what he wanted the future to hold seemed to become far and few in between now spending most of the nights listening to his drunken snores. You would watch as his face released all the tension from his face as the alcohol allowed him that moment of peace. You knew he didn't want this future for the both of you, dreaming of giving you one in the form of little giggles with a living room that would always seem to be covered with childrens toys instead of beer bottles and takeaway. 

What kind a father would he be if he couldn’t break this cycle? The whirlpool of hatred he had formed instead of himself. That was until that one night. One where he balanced on the edge of life and death, memories of everything came back to him faster, your sweet smile as you kissed his scars whilst he moved above you. The nights he would press his palm into your lower stomach wondering what it would feel like to have something there whilst you slept. 

He had been a dick, such a dick it led him into this moment. Where death whispered in his ear as he stood up and forced himself to finish the fight not only for Chris and Rebecca but for you and all the innocent people who had lost their chance at happiness below him. That one night had changed everything, had built a new fire inside him to give up the drink. To will himself to give you everything he thought he couldn’t have just because you proved he can. 

It was comical that he faced death again a year later. The virus caused him to collapse against the cold bars as he struggled to fight it. However, Dylan's words struck him hard. Serving as reminder that will always be rooted deep within himself in a mental collection of how the governments fuck innocent people over. His body grew weaker as the man spoke every word, the cold bars being his only sense of relief. 

However, as the vaccine worked its way through his system, his body slowly repairing itself – he thought of you. At home, in the space you kept running for him through his rough patch. A place for him to come back to even when he felt like didn’t deserve it. 

The aches were still there; he felt them as he walked down the aeroplane steps, a reminder that he almost lost this chance. That you would have been met with two government soldiers instead of his arms at the airport. It made him sick, that he was so stupid to put this idea off for so long. You could have slipped away from him, out of his embrace and his life because of his actions. He didn’t deserve your kindness that you gave him in the past few years. It was only his chance to repay the favor. 

When he saw you the nerves settled in, his brain not quite figuring out if he was asking for you for a child or fighting another tyrant. His head raced with thoughts creating what seemed to be a never ending list of what if’s along with possible rejections that you could line up for him. Each would end up being a stab in the chest but He deserved it he supposed. It’s not like he had been the best partner in recent years. There was no reason for you to do this for him.

Your eyes light up at the sight of the slight spring in his step, rushing towards him as he opens his arms to greet you. The duffle bag landed on the floor with a loud thud. “Hi sweetheart” He whispered in the crook of your neck, his nose breathing in the scent of his home. You giggled at the small spin he gave you, his hand cupping your ass possessively. The fingers digging into the flesh not letting you forget his presence. “Hi” You whispered, pulling back enough to see the stubble that still coated his face, those plush lips curved into his infamous smirk. 

It had been a while since he had greeted you like this, guaranteed neither of you had thought the mission would have gone on as long as it did. The time apart allowed you to think about how much you missed him, the silence of the house unnerved you more than anything. One side of the bed is always cold. 

You almost left him, gave up on the man he was in favour of keeping the memories of what he used to be. Grieving someone that was still alive was hard, knowing that in their absence they were still suffering and chose to do it alone. His lips and the memory of his body becoming ghost touches as the time he grew apart increased. The idea of burdening you with his problems never stuck right with him, the horrors that haunted his mind didn’t need to haunt yours. 

“Finally home” He chuckled lightly as he placed you back on the ground. “Not just yet” You smiled. You knew what he meant, he has spent most of his time professing that his home was not in the walls you shared but in the slither of your heart you allowed him to remain. He followed you blindly, one hand holding the duffle bag and the other clutching on yours tightly as if he will lose you amongst the crowd. He didn’t care that people stared at the two of you as you passed them, weaving yourself through the other people greeting each other and slow walkers. Not when he was looking at you – the slight sway of your hips as you walked, the glance back to ensure he was still there. He would grin back at you, his eyes sparkling as the question swirling around his head like it was another drunken thought. 

“I want to have a baby with you” 

He spoke allowed as the sound of your car door closed. He cringed at the silence from you that followed, your actions paused in shock. There were better ways for him to ask, ones that weren’t so demanding but at this point he was too far gone in this dream he had created for himself that he refused to think of anything else. 

His admission lingered in the air creating a tension that lingered between acceptance and rejection. It was a lot to take in, to consider since it had only been a year since he returned from New York stumbling and weeping about change. Spewing out promises of sobriety that to his credit he has kept. You gave a quick glance at him, his eyes filled with new found hope and devotion. Something you haven’t seen in a long time. 

He was being serious. 

“Look I know we have had a rough year…and it probably seems too soon but…I can’t think of anything else” 

Leon wasn’t sure his rambles were doing anything in his favour, the words almost seemed like a desperate plea for you to forgive him. His brain soured as he spiraled into how pathetic he sounded, that he even had the balls to dare to ask you for more after you already gave him so much. 

“Okay, If you think you are ready” 

You watched as light brightened in his eyes, the crows feet making an appearance as his smile grew. It was on his terms you wanted this, the stress in his life would only amplify with the new additions. You needed him to be ready. “It’s a lot to take on Leon, a child. I need you to be sure” you implied, your hand landing on his knee drawing his eyes back to yours briefly. Leon nodded, the smile on his face only grew. “I know…I’ve already wasted so much time in life. I don’t want to waste anymore” He whispered. The words felt heavy as they left his lips, finally speaking the true worry that bubbled inside him as he faced death not once but twice in the span of a year. 

The thought whilst seeming impulsive was one that he longed for. The world always seemed like you had enough time but he was only 38 and so much had happened. Whenever it was just simply old age or death the window for having children was closing. “Then let’s not waste anymore time” you smiled at him, squeezing his knee once again forcing his eyes away from the road briefly. 

Your fingers teased his thighs as you looked at him slowly inching up the muscle until you cupped him. You smirked as you felt his cock harden beneath your touch. “It’s illegal to distract the driver, don’t you know?” He joked, a low breathy moan spilling from his lips. “Must have forgotten” 

Those damn eyes were the death of him. Looking up at him with so much innocence, the smirk however gave you away though. The one that you attempted to hide away behind the bite of your lower lip. He always read you so well, not missing the subtle clench of your thighs as your body was turned towards him. Trying to ease the ache that slowly built up, your walls clenching around nothing. Each small adjustment you made in your seat had the seam of your jeans rub against your puffy clit. 

The idea of finding a motel was growing tempting, the traffic only adding to the tension that suffocated the two of you. You could feel him twitch, his cock thickening under your fingers. Small grunts escaping his lips every time you ran your fingers up the zipper – tracing the outline of him. You deserved better than some random motel, better than the needy fuck he was going to give you when he got home. You deserved the candle light dinner, the pretty dress that would accentuate the curves that would soon change. 

He wanted to worship you, thank you for sticking by him and then giving him this opportunity. You had lost count of the amount of nights he had spent with his head buried in your thighs praising you but it was never enough not for Leon. Not even when he would be drinking the sweet taste that he scooped out with his tongue. His hips lazily grind against the mattress leaving a smudge of pre cum on the mattress. Leon would never admit it but he deserved this as much as you. The chance for him to finally claim something for himself. Implant and trust a slither of his happiness for you to nurture it – grow it as you already did. 

The drive felt too long, the satnav being the only sound in the car as he focused, or attempted to focus on the road. Your heads suffocated with the throbbing need in between your legs. You barely got the chance to take your shoes off when you made it home, his hand clutching your arm tightly as he dragged you throughout the house. Mentally counting each stair like it was a countdown. 

You kissed him first, the cherry chapstick that coated them melting on his lips. His fingers entwined with your hair, tugging you closer craving the feeling of you pressed against him. The kiss was hungry, sloppy – filled with the desperation of his actions, the desire to give you a part of himself. 

His shirt was the first to go, discarded somewhere in the room landing with a thump. His abs now washed with a light layer of fat he had yet to shed, his drinking days hadn’t fully left him just yet. You felt the muscles in his arms contract as he lifted you with ease carrying you towards the bed. Your shirt was next, the lacy bra that cupped your breasts displaying them perfectly for him. 

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, watching your reaction or any change of mind. You had made sure he was ready, he needed to hear the words leave your lips. You watched as his eyes softened slightly, his head lowering to nip at the skin across your chest. He knew he was asking a lot, the decision wasn’t one to make randomly. What he didn’t know was that you craved it and wished that everytime he buried himself deeper inside of you instead of yanking his cock out and spilling across your stomach. A waste every time. 

“I’m sure” 

There was no point sugar coating your answer. It was enough to make his cock throb again anyway. His hands are already working on your bra clasp to remove the offending fabric. “Your body will change” he stated as his lips sucked on the hardened peaks he exposed. Cupping the mounds of flesh and groping them lightly. His eyes remained on your, watching as yours fluttered shut each time his teeth grazed the sensitive bud. “I know it will” You whined, arching your chest towards him, feeding him more of your breast. Leon smirked against the skin, his breath warming the area. You groaned as he let go, moving along to give the other one the same attention. “I just know you will wear it well” 

His words throbbed through you, the ache becoming unbearable at this point. “Please– enough teasing” 

You watched as he pulled away, a line of saliva connecting your breast to his mouth. The sound of the belt was sharp as he undid it. The metal landing on the floor discarded. You watched as his cock pulled the waistline of his jeans away from his lower stomach, the slither of his boxers you could see was already darkened in color. His pupils were blown out wide as his hands ran down your sides, the touch was barely there until he reached your hips. “Leon-” You whined, hips bucking to draw some form of attention to them. 

The air in the room cooling the salvia he had left around your nipples. If only you knew what was going through his head, the thoughts that swirled around in there which caused his grip to tighten. Your pleads and begs only fueled his desire as his eyes flicked back up to you. He undid your trousers with ease, the offending garments discards somewhere in the room. His fingers moved slowly down from your hips to that bundle of nerves that stood puffy and twitching for his attention. Normally he would have caved, too tired and sore for anything else other than devouring you. 

Not tonight. Nothing was holding him back tonight; not the bruises that littered across his skin, the scraps that still looked sore to the touch. His weight was held up by the same arm that supported the giant weapon he held up with Chris, he didn’t care if it hurt. It was all worth it, to prove to you his devotion. His need for this new step in life. 

Leon flinched as your fingers touched the front of his jeans, he hadn’t realised he was staring at your body. Practically salivating over the changes he already pictured in his mind, the possessiveness of your imaginary swollen stomach sinking deep into his brain. He whimpered as your hand brushed against the wet patch in his boxers, the fabric almost see through from how hard his cock strained against it. 

Words failed the two of you as you settled into position, giddy smiles placed on your faces. His cock twitched against your entrance, your hips bucked to meet the slither of pleasure. He swallowed your moan as his cock entered you, stretching the insides of your walls easily. Leon moved slowly at first, his head buried deep in the crevice of your neck, sucking sweetly on the flesh as his hips began to assault you. Each thrust harder than the last as the primal need overtook him. 

You only held him, clawed your nails deep into his skin as he hit your cervix again and again. He moved his knee higher up underneath your leg, gently folding your body in itself as he continued to get deeper. His brain is only focusing on driving himself further into you. You drew his attention away from where he entered you back to your face. Capturing his lips into a passionate and messy kiss. 

Leon moaned into the kiss as your teeth tugged his bottom lip. Fuck, You looked like an angel underneath him. The warmth of the lamp shining against your smooth skin. Your breasts were bouncing with every sharp movement of his hips. “You are so beautiful” He whimpered against your skin. His lips muttering every word between a kiss along your collarbone. “I’m so lucky” 

He felt your walls squeeze him with every praise, small inhales of air causing your chest to arch against his own as your orgasm drew closer. His hand moved to your thigh, hitching it over his hip as he rose. Leon’s form towered over yours, his head thrown back revealing his stubble coated neck. The groans of his desire soon filled the air. You looked down towards where he hammered himself into you, his chiselled stomach clenching at each stroke of pleasure you gave him. You itched to touch him, to be arched closer in a way that you kiss along his chest. Instead your nails scratched along his forearms, your own stomach clenching as you lifted your hips higher. 

Leon was deep, deeper than he had ever hit before. His groans turned deep and guttural as he felt you explode over him. Your walls are sucking him further inside, trapping him from pulling out. Not that he wanted to anyway. He moved your legs to your chest, pushing you up higher as he pounded into you, his balls tightening ready to spurt himself inside of you. “I’m ready baby” 

Your words broke him out of his trance, his lust blown eyes watching yours as you smiled at him. “You deserve this” 

The words were so sweet considering the situation, his chest tightened as you muttered the praises. Ones he didn’t realise he needed to hear.

“I want everyone to know what you did to me tonight. I want everyone to see who deserves my heart” 

Each sentence caused his head to spin, his brain unable to focus on anything other than the twitch of his eager cock. The pulsing tip that continued to brush so deep inside of you. 

“Please” 

Your final beg snapped him, his hips bruising your own pelvis as he finally slammed into you. You felt the warmth spread inside you, the feeling welcomed. His face hovered over yours with his signature smirk. The room was silent other than the panting you both gave off. Your chests meet briefly with each rise and fall. You could feel his cock twitch from where it sat snugly inside you. His seed plugged inside by himself. “Someone needed that” you chuckled as you kissed him, his stubble scraping your cheeks. Leon only chuckled deeply, pushing his cock further inside to remind you of his presence. 

“Oh we aren’t done. Not by a long shot” 

[rcttendolly]

how di!leon would treat his baby girl ૮꒰ ˶> ༝ <˶꒱ა

warnings ! again, pure filth with some fluff, you have been warned :3

we all know this man would be the most gentle person ever

like i’m talking barely touching you cause he’s scared he’ll hurt you :((

even in just normal, sweet scenarios, like if you two are out shopping or at a restaurant, he’d keep his touches featherlight and gentle because you just seem so breakable!!

if you asked him to though, he would be more rougher with his touches

always aims to please his baby :3

clingy

making food in the kitchen? he’s there behind you. cleaning? he’s got his hand on some part of your body he can reach and following you. out with friends? always has his hand interlaced with yours or holding your hips

loves the feeling of your soft, sweet body pressed up against his bigger and worn down one

reminds him that there is still a reason to keep going in the world

so so gentle during sex, doesn’t want to hurt his little baby!

however, he will be rough if you ask him to be, just like with his touches

if you tell him to let go and just enjoy himself, he will genuinely be fucking you like a rabid dog

won’t be able to walk for a few days after but it’s all good because he’s always there, doting on you and taking care of you!! :3

knows you hate it whenever he goes away for long missions so he’s always bringing back little presents and treats for you, aiming to make it up

fancy dinners are a regular thing

will spoil the heck out of you, whether you want him to or not

overall, he just wants a baby he can love and cherish!! and pleasure ofcofc :33

i’m finally alive 🙂‍↕️ ok love youse bye 💗

[sonelik]

✨ My boy ✨ is 100% ready for the ✨ New Year ✨ celebrations :3

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[mchmcal]

LOOK AT HIS STUPID SMILE AT CLAIRE, HE'S SO ADORABLE I LOVE THIS SILLY LITTLE GUY

[heyciry]

..baby, let's go home. 💙

[blue2jay]

“No One Messes with Her”

You sat at your desk, your hands gripping the edges of your keyboard as your boss loomed over you, his voice sharp and condescending. Every word felt like a slap, but you held it in, swallowing your frustration and biting your tongue like you always did.

“You can’t even handle the simplest tasks,” your boss sneered. “How do you expect to keep this job if you’re constantly screwing up?”

You flinched, heat rising to your cheeks as you stared down at your screen, unable to meet his gaze. Before you could muster up the courage to respond, a familiar voice cut through the tension like a blade.

“Is there a problem here?”

Both you and your boss turned to see Leon standing in the doorway. He leaned against the frame, his piercing blue eyes locked on your boss with an intensity that made the air feel heavier. Dressed in his usual leather jacket and jeans, Leon exuded a quiet authority that commanded attention.

“And you are?” your boss snapped, clearly annoyed by the interruption.

“I’m Leon,” he said, stepping further into the room. “And I’m here to pick up Y/N. But from the sound of things, it seems like I walked into something I need to address.”

Your boss huffed, straightening his tie. “This is none of your business. I’m her employer, and we’re discussing her performance.”

Leon’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as he crossed the room. “No, what you’re doing is belittling her,” he said, his voice calm but laced with steel. “And that makes it my business.”

“Excuse me?” your boss sputtered, clearly taken aback.

Leon stopped in front of him, his towering frame and calm demeanor making him even more intimidating. “You’re excused,” he said flatly. “Let me make something clear. Y/N works harder than anyone in this office. If there’s a problem, maybe it’s with your management skills, not her performance.”

Your heart swelled at Leon’s words, his unwavering defense of you making you feel stronger, more confident.

“This is a professional environment, and you have no right to interfere,” your boss said, his voice faltering slightly under Leon’s glare.

Leon stepped closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous tone. “Professional? Is that what you call berating your employees? You’re lucky I don’t report you for creating a hostile work environment.”

Your boss opened his mouth to argue, but Leon cut him off. “Y/N deserves respect, not whatever power trip you’ve been on. So, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to leave her alone, or I’ll make sure this office becomes very familiar with workplace harassment laws.”

For a moment, the room was silent, the tension thick as your boss glared at Leon, clearly weighing his options. Finally, he huffed and turned away, muttering something under his breath as he stormed out of the room.

Leon let out a small breath, his shoulders relaxing as he turned to you. “You okay?” he asked, his voice softening as his eyes met yours.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah, I’m okay. Thank you, Leon.”

He smiled back, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. “You don’t have to put up with people like him, you know. You’re worth so much more than that.”

His words warmed your heart, and you felt a wave of gratitude wash over you. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you admitted.

“Well, lucky for you,” Leon said with a wink, “you’ll never have to find out.”

And as you packed up your things and walked out of the office with him by your side, you knew he’d always have your back—no matter what.

[leonkennedyscumdump]

I’m not a waiter but I’d gladly take the tip 🤫

[dismoondart]

No no it’s bingo

[yourallie]

re6 leon is so slutty ｡･:*˚:✧｡

[harpsinfinity]

DON'T SHARE OR THIS MAN WILL APPEAR IN YOUR ROOM AT 3AM !!!!

[writingwisterias]

Ruined

Kidnapper!Leon Kennedy X AFAB!Reader Warnings: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, SMUT, 18+ONLY, Emotional Manipulation, Degradation kink, Kidnapping, Injuries, Isolation, Manipulation, Dub-Con, Rough Sex, Public Sex, Manhandling, Implied Abuse, Initial Carving, Blood Play, Unprotected Sex, Age-Gap Words: 5.9k

Part 2

Taglist: @rigorwhoring

You were pissing him off. You always did when you acted like that. His fingers twitched at his sides as he watched you beg beneath him. Another escape attempt. That just wouldn't do. Couldn't you see that he was just trying to help, to keep you safe from all the threats he had seen in the world? You were so perfect, always devoted to him. Always following every rule he had in place except for today? Yet now you are here sobbing at his feet in a ruined nightdress, an expensive one he treated you to after such good behaviour. What a waste. Of his time, his money. Your dumb brain clearly didn't understand. 

Your tears were fat and heavy as they ran down your dirty cheeks. He wasn't proud of the way he manhandled you to the ground, sighing at the sight of your face dirtied from the mud as you fought him off. Leon hated seeing the cuts and scrapes that littered your arms, the specks of blood on your lips from where he had bit down on it too hard in a kiss he forced you to participate in. "I'm sorry Leon...please...forgive me" you spoke in choked breaths, your chest rattling with each intake. 

You weren't sorry, you did it on purpose. He knew that. He wasn't stupid. You took him for granted, something you needed to be punished for. After all, he's only helping you, providing a life where you don't have to worry about anything but keeping your legs open when he is around. But you still ran away and tried hiding in that thorn bush. The blood on your skin was your own fault, you needed to understand that. "If you were sorry you wouldn't have done it. I'm trying to keep you safe" Leon said, his tall frame never faltering. His back is just as straight as when he shut the door. "I know...I'm sorry...please...I'll do anything. It was a mistake" you cried. Practically kissing his mud-coated boots. Your hands tugged at the hem of his jeans, holding onto them for dear life. 

Leon lowered himself into a squat, his fingers tilting your chin in the air as he looked at you. Your bottom lip was jutted out, a pathetic look for you. Feigning Innocence. "I thought we grew out of this baby" he cooed. "You were behaving so well" 

His presence was a false comfort, his tender touch was soon to turn sinister when he finally got you into the headspace he wanted. The easy pliable one that would just take whatever he gave you. Leon wasn't sure if he wanted to shove his cock inside your mouth. Maybe even shoving himself so far you couldn't breathe, only himself filling your senses. The thought of you on your knees made his cock twitch in his trousers. He would thrust deep inside of you, making sure you thought of nothing but his relentless thrusts. However, the thought of giving you endless creampies was also appealing. The options were limitless. 

“Leon…I'm sorry” you sobbed again. Your hands are now gripping his knees. “You’re all dirty after that honey” he sighed. You nodded, breaking his eye contact to look at the state of you. You weren't the presentable thing he always liked, the little doll he wanted you to be. “Please forgive me, I didn't mean to run away” 

It hurts him that you were lying. Of course, you meant to, you didn't hide your dislike for him very well. He had noticed the bathroom window suddenly opening wider and wider with each shower you took. He trusted you, trusted that you would change your behavior; to not run into the woods like you did today, but you didn't. He sighed, his knees clicking as he rose above you again. You watched him, never breaking eye contact. Leon held out his hand, your own sliding in it fingers brushing his wrist as you used it to help him stand up. “Let's get you cleaned up” Leon spoke as he dragged you away towards the bathroom. The only room you ever had privacy in, not that you would anymore. The privilege was now to be taken away, the window cracked open as a reminder of your escape. Of how close you actually were. 

Leon had to admit it was smart, he never noticed until one night as he pissed he felt the cold breeze. The window just above the toilet in front of him was open and the cause of the breeze. It wasn't enough for him to jump into action, he waited; baiting you into actually going through with it. It's like you forgot what he used to do for a living, the job that trained him to have the same set of skills that have kidnapped you and kept you hidden for so long. 

Leon turned the shower on – the steam combating against the winter chill. His hands were gentle as they stripped you, the dirty fabric pooling on the floor around your ankles. “Look at how messy you are” he sighed as he led you into the stream. Your knees ache as you bend them to get into the tub, the small scabs breaking allowing the blood to flow again. Leon tutted at the sight of you, at how desperate you were to leave that you didn't even care about your delicate skin. The white tub was soon filled with a brownish red.  You stayed silent, eyes flicking towards the door, window and Leon. He watched your brain tick as your thoughts began to outweigh the risks. Calculate an escape plan or think if it was worth it with him in the room. “Aren't you tired of fighting? Don't I do enough for you?” Leon sighed. 

You watched his features, his eyebrows curved upwards showing concern and sadness. Whether those were genuine feelings you didn't know. The occasional up turns of his mouth, a smirk waiting to be revealed, told you otherwise. You constantly fell for his tricks and that's what made you so mad. So desperate to run away. You hated how he loved you unconditionally no matter how much you kicked and screamed or plotted against him. His love and loyalty never wavered. You never understood why he wanted you to be so special, to feel this unwavering love he had for you. It hurts your brain late at night as you think about it, looking at the thin netting blowing from the tiny gap he allowed in the window. His arm draped over you, fingers grasping at your waist tightly. Sometimes you awoke to bruising. 

You were tired of fighting but it felt like it was just too easy to give in. Accept this as your new life, even if you didn't ask for it or work for it like you were raised to. A retirement fund sitting in your bank account that you no longer have access to. “Aren't you? Tired of fighting?” Leon repeated his question. His hand grasping your chin to bring your attention onto him. You wanted to answer, if you said yes; you would get everything you ever wanted without having to worry about the outside world. Maybe he would even let you wander the woods if you built enough trust. You could see the stream from the living room, maybe you would be able to touch it freely. Yet, if you said no, you would be here anyway. Your restrictions are tighter, rules stricter. A structured life inside the wooden walls. The air escaped your chest as you nodded, looking at the open window once before opening your mouth to finally speak the words. “I am tired of fighting” 

Leon’s grin grew. His laughter filled the room only to be silenced as he kissed you. Guilt flooded your system quickly, the shower didn't wash it away as you thought about everyone outside of these woods. All the people that loved you traded for a life of luxury and freedom. A life provided by your kidnapper. “I'm proud of you baby. You made the right choice” he spoke, his hair dampening as leaned into the stream to kiss you again. You enjoyed the taste of Leon, the feel of him as he thrust into you. You knew you wouldn't regret your choice to be with him forever, an unofficial marriage. But your family and friends cannot be a part of your life. You would soon become an unsolved mystery to them, their life filling with grief and mourning you whilst you lived perfectly fine. 

Leon fed you lies, and told you they didn't love you. That if they did they would have found you, but that one last group of brain cells that you clung into told you otherwise. Maybe one day you see them again, and beg for forgiveness for all the harm you caused them by agreeing to him. By living this life. You were sure an apology wouldn't fix anything, burning that bridge to them was a death sentence to that life. The final claim snipped away with the hand that now dragged you out of that shower. The ones that wrapped you in the fluffiest towel and led you into the bedroom. “Oh baby you are going to be so happy” Leon chatted mostly to himself as he led you. His words fill the emptiness of the cabin, echoing through the long dark corridors. “I'm sure I will be,” you spoke quietly. Your voice was strong, not letting your emotions leak out into the words you spoke. Never allow the turmoil inside you to become visible to him. 

Leon patted you dry and combed your hair with utmost care. Then he tended to the scraps, cotton pads with witch hazel, some coated in disinfectant. His hands were not gentle when he touched them, fingers pressing into the bruises watching your reactions as they flashed across your features. “Hurts doesn't it? This is what it felt like when I went to check on you and you weren't there. Only to find your footprints leading away” Leon spoke, looking up at you through your brows. “I didn't…mean to hurt you” you spoke bluntly, you even cringed after the lie left your lips. His head snapped up, eyebrows raised as he looked at you. “You expect me to believe that?” Leon chuckled, his hand pressing down on your knees earning another hiss. “You think I'm a fool, do you?” 

Your wet hat stuck to your face as you shook your head. “You hurt me too,” you said. Your voice was timid as you sank into yourself. “What I do. Is nothing compared to what I've seen other people do” he stated, his words were clipped. “I have only protected you. I will always protect you”

Leon lowered his head again, tending to your wounds once again. You nodded your head, words unable to form in fear he would just dispute them. You could feel his love, his claim over you in every word he spoke and yet you still defiled him, denied him of your own. 

“I want to be able to go outside…to see the stream” you whispered after a little while, breaking the silence. Leon's head shot up again scanning your face for any form of lie, a hidden meaning underlying your words. “Maybe I could – I could earn back your trust?” You spoke again. You cringed at his sigh and flinched at his movements to stand. Leon looked down on you, dominating you. Yet instead of talking to you or offering you an ultimatum to your request he just held out his hand. “Come on...before I change my mind” 

“I'm naked” 

“No one will see…there's no one for miles” 

He had told you this before, the words never settled easily in your stomach each time you heard them. You followed him out the door, goosebumps rising on your skin as it deflected the chill. The mud was cold as your bare feet walked alongside his boots. The footprints that left a trail back to the house symbolise how much bigger he was than you. Leon’s hand tightened around yours the closer to the stream you got, almost like he was afraid you would slip away. Like you would actually risk running through the woods stark naked with the impending promise of night. 

Leon watched you carefully as you approached the running water, as you crouched to touch the ribbons of the current as it went through your fingers. Despite the speed it seemed peaceful, you wonder if it ran into a peaceful lake with fish and other animals. He was leaning against a tree, lingering in your eyeline like a warning. A dangerous predator in the shadows.  You contemplated it, accidentally losing your balance and falling into the cold water. Hypothermia or shock would eventually take before he could. At least it would be by your choice, something you chose to happen. Then again, staying here willingly was also your choice. His promise of protection is too good to refuse in this world. His words will always manipulate you, twist your world to just be this woodland. 

To Leon in this moment you looked like an innocent deer, one so completely unaware of the dangers that lurked around you. Your attention solely on the river running through your fingers was just another reason why you needed him. You didn’t hear his footsteps as he crept behind you; attention never faltering when he accidentally stepped on the twig and snapped it. No, you were a useless deer, just a little fawn unaware of the dangers that surrounded you. This is why he was here, to show and protect you from these dangers. 

You didn’t notice him until he grabbed your wrists. Your body jolted against his as he pressed himself against you; his breath ghosting the shell of his ear. “Leon! I wasn’t doing anything…I haven’t done anything wrong” You gasped as he finally turned you to face him. Your expression is priceless as his eyes gloss over your face. “Oh baby, you didn’t even notice I moved. How did you even manage before me?” He chuckled darkly. It was only when he pressed closer to you that you noticed his belt was already undone, his body pressing you to fall back onto the ground. Your instincts wanted you to fight back, to kick and scream like you did the first time but you were tired and you promised not to fight anymore. 

His hands pressed you into the mud, smirking to himself as your just clean skin was dirty once again. Your fingers sank into the mud as he trapped your hands underneath his own. “Come on. I let you outside. Now open up, I didn’t have to after the stunt you pulled today” Leon groaned as he tried to pry your legs open to be able to sink himself into you. He wanted you to adore him, to worship him as he provides everything for you. To become some mindless hole for him, a little treat. You were already bare for him, for anyone. Perhaps he should leave a reminder and have his load dripping out of you for the rest of the day as the mud dries on your skin. Something for you to be reminded of who you belong to now. You listened to his command, legs spreading to make room for his form. Leon's skin never touched the ground nor was it ever exposed to the cold. His cock nudged the entrance of your pussy, sighing as he finally inches it in. Without any preparation, his stretch hurt, and whimpers began to leave your lips. Your frame squirmed in the dirt. 

He didn't care though, he just wanted you. He could feel the wet ground eating into his trousers. Only imagine how cold you must feel currently, your naked form so close to the freezing river. Your hands are trapped above your head elongating your frame. Your breasts bounced with every thrust he made “Fucking hell, look at you” Leon moaned in your ear. Your pain turned into pleasure, overstimulation creeping in as he continued his assaulting thrusts. Your nipples were sore and sensitive, the air making them harden and peak to extreme lengths. You forced yourself to look at him, watch his grin grow wider or his eyes darken as he gazed upon you. The twigs and mud scraped against your back and the squelches of your movements muted the ones that filtered from where he entered. It shamed you how turned on you were, how attracted you were to this man. Someone you should hate, fight, or do anything but accept his desire to own you. Yet, here you are underneath him begging for more.

“That's it, baby, cum around my cock…warm it up for me please it's cold out here. Didn't you know” 

Of course you knew, it was Leon's attempt at a teasing joke. Your skin was blotchy red, freezing to the touch. Your hands were ice cold, he made sure they never touched anything but his wrists. Your orgasm was impending quicker than you wanted to, his touch was possessive - greedy even. He was always anything but kind taking everything he could from you without giving anything back. The only reason why you reached that high each time was because he felt so good. His veins always dragged along your walls perfectly, hitting that spongy spot inside you that made your toes curl. His cock curved in such a way you could feel every single movement he made. He never touched your clit, only sucked on your breasts if he felt like it. Yet you still simply came from just his cock…and boy did it make Leon feel like a god. 

He felt your walls tighten, sucking him in as they refused to let him go. His balls tightened, groans leaving his lips and echoed throughout the vast woodland. You felt him flood you with warmth as his load exploded inside of you. His final thrusts caused your orgasm to flood through you a cocktail of the two of you spilling out into the mud. Leon didn’t stay inside of you long, his warmth was taken away quickly as he stood back up. Tucking himself back in his trousers to glance down at you. He was never one to shy away from a dominant display. His point was proven as you had lost your sense of surrounding to the stream, any dangers that lurked could have easily gotten you. He was one of them and he did. 

Leon had the courtesy to hold out his hand for you, watching as you shivered as you attempted to stand. “Thank you” You muttered to him, your head bowed as you avoided eye contact. Your hand tightened around his savouring the warmth that he gave off through his palm. Part of you wanted to lean in for a hug, to accept that he was the only one who was going to be able to give you what you needed. He could see your inner fighting, the refusal to accept that he was the only one for you, despite your claims of being tired of fighting. Leon decided for you as he pulled you into his embrace. His body folded around you, shielding you from the world for just a moment. Your shoulders shook as you finally gave in, your once stiff form now melted into his embrace. Your final need to fight is released from your body. This was your life now, this is what you were reduced to. 

You watched from the doorway as he lit up the fireplace. Your arms were wrapped around yourself picking at the dried dirt that was still on your skin. His seed dripping down your thighs. Leon’s eyes flickered over to you as he occasionally gazed upon your form. Part of him felt bad that you were so cold, tempted to wrap you up in the warmest blanket he could find and let you read a book until night fell. But you ran away today, he must not forget that. “Can I shower?” You asked him, your voice was barely above a whisper he almost missed it. He turned to you fully, still in front of the fire. “If I treat you nicely again you aren’t going to try and escape are you?” He asked, his question was blunt straight to the point. Guilt flooded your system as you remembered the trust he had placed in you. One that you broke. 

“Please, I know I broke your trust today…just the mud… it's irritating” You admitted. You watched as he turned to the fire to think; watching the flames lick at the wooden logs turning them into embers. The simmer of a fire was always the hottest part, the embers that lingered underneath the ash. You had yet to see this anger from Leon, the heat that made him so protective over you or the anger that simmered causing him to do hurtful things to you. You had never pushed him that far and you weren’t sure you wanted to. “Since you asked so nicely.” He nodded finally, turning again just in time to see your eyes light up. “But I have to be in the room” 

Despite his add-on to your request, the light never faded from your eyes as he continued to look at them. Perhaps you have had a change of heart. You waited for him to walk to the bathroom first, your smaller frame following his. The steam from earlier still lingered on the bathroom mirror. You looked at your reflection, the condensation dripping down your features as if you were crying. Leon turned the shower on his hand in the stream as he waited for it to heat up. Part of him wanted to leave it cold and come up with some bullshit excuse that you wanted to go outside again after the last shower. But your knees had turned purple, he could see nail tracks where you scratched against the flaking mud on your skin. 

The tub was again filled with brown as you watched it swirl down the drain. You closed your eyes and faced the stream allowing the water to methodically fall over your features. A sense of peace washed over the room, you could feel his eyes on you as his thoughts were loud but it felt right almost. Maybe you were just tricking yourself to make the situation more bearable. Leon however was watching his cum that dripped down your legs get washed away, his claim on you was never permanent. He didn’t want children, no he was too old for that now. Besides that would involve too much medical interference; outsiders would have to get involved if something went wrong. It was too risky, too many people for you to say what happened to you if they pried too hard. 

His mind swirled with ways he could mark you as his, a permanent solution. Something you would look at and never forget your place. It wasn’t until you had left the shower and wrapped yourself in another towel whilst waiting patiently to follow him that he got the idea. He walked you to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bedding as he watched you dry yourself off. It was unnerving you that he hadn’t said anything for a while. The corners of his mouth twitched upright occasionally as he sat there thinking about something. “A penny for your thoughts?” You asked shly. He blinked at your question. It was rare you initiated any form of conversation so it took him by surprise. “I have an idea…to make sure everyone knows you are mine” 

“You said no one will see me? Who are you proving it to?” 

You got him there he supposed, it was a valid reason not to do what he was planning. Yet, it wasn’t enough to stop him; he could already feel his cock stirring awake. He looked at you again before a large sigh left his lips. “I want to mark you as mine, permanently” 

His words confused you as you were unable to follow along with him. Silence filled the room again as you both waited for someone to speak first. He almost seemed like he was giving you space to object, offer an opinion to the situation or even a suggestion to his wishes. You however knew better than that by now, he didn’t care what you wanted, he was going to do it anyway. He just likes to make you feel in control. You nodded your head, wordlessly agreeing to whatever wicked plan he had formed in his head.  

Leon was giddy as he left the room, his attitude was suddenly diminished leaving behind a more lighthearted side to him. You wish he showed this side more often, maybe it would have made the past few months more bearable. You could have learned to love him instead of resent him but he didn't make it easy, he never did. Leon returned to the room holding a blade, the metal shone in the dim lighting. “This blade has been with me for years. It was given to me by someone…someone that is no longer with us” Leon began to explain. He went to hold out but hesitated, he watched your behaviour; scanning for any signs of disobedience as if you were really going to risk stabbing him. “I’m sorry for your loss” you whispered. His eyes remained on you, the change in your behaviour was weird and off-putting; he was used to the constant fighting and arguing. He could see the effects it had on your soul and body, your face now dull and diminished of any light and joy. 

Leon had never told you about his past before, how he ended up the way he has. Maybe if he did you would have felt more comfortable as if you knew him on a deeper level. You possibly would have been able to connect with him better and understand why he did what he did. Your now curious nature was making him regret his choices, his approach to keeping you here. It was conflicting with him. “Come here” Leon commanded as he sat back on the bed. The knife still gripped in one hand, his other outstretched to you. You settled in between his legs, his fingers toying with the bottom of your towel, the soft fabric getting caught in his calloused fingers. He brought the black knife to your collarbone, teasing the tip of the knife against your clean skin. “What are you going to do?” 

He sighed at the weight of your hands on his shoulders, the action feeling strangely domestic. His eyes flickered at the shadows on the walls, the sight depicting a couple in love…maybe the two of you would develop to that stage. Just like he wanted. You hissed as he pressed the tip of the knife into the skin. A droplet of your blood ran down your chest and began to stain the towel. “Leon…that hurts” you whimpered as he continued to drag the knife down your chest. He didn't respond, only observing his work as he continued to move the knife. His kind nature was replaced as quickly as it appeared. 

He smiled when he was finished, ignoring the small strips of blood. He had marked you. His initials are now embedded into your chest. “Leon why…” you whimpered looking down at your ruined skin. The air exposed to the wound made it sting, you couldn't even forget about it. It would be visible in anything you wore when you showered or looked in the mirror. Leon just looked at it with a smile. His fingers swiped away at the streams of blood. “You'll never forget now” he stated simply. “Never forget what?” 

“That you belong to me” 

His words swirled in your head creating a fuzzy side to them. They were meant to comfort you, that's what he intended. To protect you to keep you safe but it felt wrong, to be kept here in these woods. With nothing to do but look pretty for him, you had no hobbies, no life outside this house now. “You always belonged to me, from the moment I brought you here you were mine” Leon added, his words unnerving you further. You watch his eyebrows pinch together, his expression turning darker. “you are my gift for all my service, all my pain” 

His eyes met yours again, scanning your features for a reaction to his confession.” you make it all worthwhile” 

If only you knew who he was deep down, you might have been able to sympathise with him. Soothe him from his apparent pain like a normal partner would have. If he was hurt in his life why would he repeat the cycle, why would he ruin yours the way he was ruined? Take away your freedom, and your choices. Leon watched your face contort as the problems circled in your brain, he waited for you to respond. To shower him in love, that's how it worked, wasn't it? He opened up and you accepted him? His breath hitched as you initiated another form of contact, your weight landed on his thigh as you sat on his lap leaning back into him. Leon's arms timidly wrapped around yours almost like he was afraid to scare you. To end this moment too soon. “What happened to you?” you asked. You felt him tense, his eyes falling back towards the wound he made on your chest. “I was forced to become a government agent after I survived an event no one should have lived through. I've been a pawn my whole life, experiencing nightmares one after the other.” 

You nodded at his explanation, his words were short and clipped. You took that as your sign not to pry anymore, to accept the information he gave you in the doses he allowed it. After all, he's been more than kind since your escape this morning. Even if the wound was now a reminder of the last time you attempted to. “I'm sorry the world treated you like that, but I don't understand how I fit into it?” You asked. Leon sighed, his hand forcing your head to look at him. “You are my chance to finally keep something and someone safe. To provide a happy ending when all I have seen are bad ones. A happy ending for the both of us” 

You understood where he was coming from, you were never opposed to the idea of living off the grid with someone you loved. But that was the difference with this situation, which Leon will never understand. You haven't optionally chosen to love him, to live this life. There will always be a part of you rebellious to him, demanding to be set free. You didn't object to his words, you didn't smile or frown. You just accepted them, accepted this as your new life. His kiss was tender this time as he brought yours to his. His touch was softer and more loving. It confused you how when you behaved he acted like this. That was until his finger swiped against your wound, drawing your attention back to it - reminding you that it was there. 

At the same moment, his other hand slid underneath your towel, instantly finding your folds. That was weird he never prioritized your pleasure, his fucks were only ever for himself. “I've been a dick, let me make it up to you” 

The towel fell around you both as he removed it, letting you stand up in front of him again. Once again this small second of standing in front of him was interrupted as he pressed kisses against his initials. You felt him groan as he licked against the dried blood before sucking against the fresh blood that began to pebble. It was a strange sensation when he kissed you again, tasting the iron of your blood on your lips. Spotting the darkened red tone of his own as it dried against them. He stood above you once more, spinning you both around and walking you backwards until you fell against the bed. His shirt was removed first, the light showing off the scars and his abs which were mostly hidden behind a layer of fat now he wasn't in service anymore. The clink of his belt was loud and sharp as it cut through the tension, you didn't miss his smirk as you flinched. 

His hands spread your legs, watching as your pussy glistened in the light. Perhaps he should do foreplay more often if you were greeting him like this. You watched as his cock sprung free, the length always intimidating despite only receiving it earlier. You flinched again as his body made contact with yours, ignoring the flash of hurt in his eyes that despite promising not to flee anymore you still had the instinct. His grip was still possessive as he tugged you closer, lining himself up before burying the length back into your warmth. Instead of the brutal pace you were used to at first he was gentle, as if he was learning the curves inside of your body. Enjoying each clench you gracefully gave him in favour of a particular movement. It was when you started squirming that his brain flicked a switch. The pleasure building up too quickly causing you to thrash and moan beneath him but to Leon you tried to get away. Again. 

His hands trapped you in a tight grip halting your movements bringing him closer to his moving pelvis. Your back arched in retaliation giving him the chance to go deeper. Leon stopped his movements as he watched you, the orgasm you had impending now fading away. Your whines were pretty, as were your flushed out cheeks. His body leaned over yours, his lips attacking your neck before moving towards your collar bone. Finishing his trail once again on the carving he had made. He sucked on it again as he began to move, pain flaring once more as it mixed with the pleasure he was giving you. “I have left such an imprint on you that if you escape…everyone will have to know about me to learn about you” 

He wasn’t wrong, the searing pain coming from your chest was proof enough, a scar would soon form. One you would never be able to cover up. His lips silenced your whines as he began to work on his own pleasure again. His balls tightening as he increased his onslaught. He felt you cum around him; your arousal now coating his length allowing his movements to become more fluid. His grip was bruising as he manhandled you into position. Your leg hoisted over his hip, “ Look at me” 

Your eyes flicked over to him instantly, you hated how obedient you were to him now. How willingly you followed his every command. You felt his warmth flood throughout your insides, his hips still working hard to thrust his final mark of the day inside you. Making sure you never forget about him. He quickly eased himself out of you, allowing your body to relax against the bedsheets. He watched his cum spill from between your legs, the large smears of blood over your chest. He had ruined you, ruined you for anyone else. 

[rcttendolly]

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬

Re4!Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Reader

summary ! you wake up from a nightmare and are plagued with your own insecurities, but luckily, your boyfriend is right there to help lull you back to sleep + also show you how much he loves your body!

warnings ! NSFW, cunnilingus, praise, slight body worship, soft dom leon, slight hair pulling, pls tell me if i’ve missed any

wc ! 1.3k

notes: sorri for being gone so long ᡣ ︠ 𓈒. .𓈒 ︡𐑠 a sweet n short fic to get back into writing :3

sweat. that’s the first thing you notice when you’re suddenly jolted awake from your… not so lovely slumber.

your body is completely soaked in sweat, and your clothes are slightly clinging to your body as your chest heaves from the recurring memories playing in your head. well, they weren’t memories, per se, more like figments of your imagination that had made up a horrific nightmare about leon and you, so horrific it had jolted you awake at it’s climax.

speaking of leon, ever the light sleeper, he woke up the minute you sat up with a dramatic gasp, and his eyelids fluttered open as he glanced at your sat up form.

“sweetheart?”

you heard from behind you, and you swallowed before turning your head back to him, “mhm?” you asked quietly, watching as leon’s larger arm enveloped your waist and tugged you to lay back down next to him.

his head laid next to your ear as he spoke, “what are you doing awake?” he asked quietly, his voice no more above a whisper as he gently played with your hair, ignoring how sweaty it was.

suddenly, he speaks, “did you have a nightmare?”

ah, ever the perceptive one.

well, it wasn’t exactly hard to figure out what happened—you were covered in sweat and hyperventilating just a little.

“yeah,” you mumbled, turning to bury your face into his broader, warm chest.

god, he smelt so good.

leon hummed in response, wrapping you up securely in his embrace as he continued to gently play with your hair, yet after a while of you barely calming down, he decided he needed to at least do something.

small sniffles came from you as you laid in his embrace, yet you glanced at him as he gently laid you on your back, his own form moving to gently trace a hand along your side.

you just continued to watch him, your breath slightly hitching at the way his hand slowly slid up and underneath your shirt, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

in response to your breath hitching, a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips and he looked down at you, “just let me take care of you,” he whispered, dipping his head down to gently—so gently—attach his lips to your own.

immediately, you reciprocated the kiss, your hands coming up to gently play with his hair as you sniffled slightly, feeling his warm, calloused hand slowly trail its way up to the underside of your breasts.

you hummed in response, goosebumps rising on your skin as his hand moved, and you whined quietly into his mouth when his fingers gently played with your sensitive nipple, tugging slightly at it as he rolled it between his fingertips.

you squirmed slightly, “leon—”

“shh,” he shushed you, breaking the kiss to look down at you, his own gaze holding a hint of desire and something more… something deeper.

“just let me take care of you,” he whispered again, featherlight kisses trailing down from your jaw to your neck as his fingers continued to work on your breast.

you let out a shaky sigh in response, tilting your head up slightly to allow him more access to the column of your neck, yet your stomach instantly clenched when he responded with a small, “atta girl.”

you arched your back slightly against his hold as he trailed his kisses lower, both of his hands coming up to tug his shirt a little higher off your body.

consequently, he trailed his kisses lower down the valley of your breasts, mumbling small, quiet words of affection and praise as he did, “you’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, his kisses trailing down to your stomach as he his free hand came up to gently tug at the little lacy, pink panties you were wearing.

“so cute,” he hummed, looking down at the growing wet spot on them, as his other hand continued to work on both your breasts.

“leon, please,” you whined, and he paused before looking at you.

“tell me how beautiful you are,”

“what?”

“tell me, or i won’t continue,”

“leon, im not—”

you whined as he slowly began retracting his hands, “okay, okay! i’m really pretty,”

“i thought i said beautiful?” he grinned, yet you could tell he was satisfied with your answer when his hands gently tugged down your panties.

leon was well aware you were quite insecure sometimes, and he had an inkling that your nightmare had something to do with that, so he was determined to show you just how beautiful you really were to him.

gently, he pressed a calloused finger against your clit, watching you intently as you arched your back slightly and whined, his finger trailing down to your entrance to gather some of your slick on his finger.

“already so wet, and so impatient,” he mused before moving to sit up and take his own shirt off, haphazardly throwing it somewhere on the floor.

he loved to lay back in between your legs, his larger hands cupping your thighs and throwing them over his shoulder as he looked up at you, and you swore you could’ve came just from the sight alone.

your boyfriend, laid in between your thighs and looking like he was about to devour you whole.

-

“leon!”

your name rolls off his lips like a prayer, a mantra, to any god out there for your boyfriend to take mercy on your poor, aching—yet totally drenched—cunt.

he’s been between your thighs for a good hour, his large, warm hands wrapped under your thighs and digging into the plush fat of them on top, forcefully holding you against him.

he doesn’t want you escaping.

not when he’s devouring you so deliciously.

he groans quietly against your cunt, the sound reverberating throughout your entire bones as you squirm slightly under his hold. your body feels on fire; the heat from his tongue creating an inferno of pleasure that threatens to burn you alive.

then, that lovely thread of pleasure begins to weave and coil within your abdomen, your muscles contracting and retracting rapidly as you choke out whines.

“good girl,” he groans and instinctively, you reach your hands down to fist your hands through leon’s hair and tug him closer, eliciting a small groan from him as you sob.

“leon— leon, ‘m close—” you hiccup, thrashing a little underneath his intense ministrations.

“come f’me, pretty girl,” he murmurs against you, his tongue flicking and devouring you so nicely, it makes your back arch and your eyes roll into the back of your head.

then, you tumble head first over the edge; your orgasm engulfing your entire body and tensing your muscles as you cry out babbles and incoherent sentences, yet, you don’t miss the way leon groans loudly against your cunt, and his body also tenses.

was he—?

your answer to that question is quickly answered as he rises up from the place between your legs, and you can see an obvious dark stain on his boxers, along with some cum slightly leaking out.

oh.

leon just chuckles at your reaction before leaning down to capture your lips in a gentle, soft kiss, pouring all of his love and appreciation for your body into it.

“love you,” he murmurs against your lips before laying down next to you, a small, satisfied smile on his face as he spoons you from behind, an arm lazily wrapping over your waist.

you hum in response, “love you too,” you mumble back before squealing quietly at the feeling of his soiled boxers pressing against your ass.

“leonnn,” you whine before huffing and shuffling away slightly, to which leon just lets out a low chuckle, tightening his hold around you as he pulls you closer.

“i’ll clean up in the morning,” he whispers, leaning over to gently kiss your shoulder, “right now i’m more focused on getting my pretty girl to sleep,”

a lazy smile spreads on your face as you sigh and just lean back into his embrace, his body heat slowly soothing you into a peaceful slumber.

before you fully drift off, however, you hear leon whisper a small, “sweet dreams, gorgeous.”