#catherine x leo voronsky

[ticklishraspberries]

Soft and Sweet (Catherine x Leo)

Summary: A stolen moment between Leo and Catherine. (Happy birthday to my lovely friend @signinandgetkinky!! Sorry it's so short, I wanted to get it out on your actual b-day so I didn't have much time. You wrote me a Catherine/Leo fic for my birthday, so I’m very excited to return the favor!! Thank you for the years of friendship, headcanons, media recommendations, and our in-person hangouts. Love you Jay, have a great day!! xoxo) This work contains sexual themes, minors do not interact.

While Catherine could be crass, arrogant, stubborn, and even cruel, she rarely showed these qualities when Leo took her to bed.

In her apartments, wrapped in those sheets, with Leo, Catherine was not a scorned and scheming wife, nor was she an aspiring empress. She was simply herself, in all her wit and beauty, lost in him.

Of course, she did not always lose herself in the ways of pleasure. Often, it would be in his conversation, the way they could talk for hours on end, spanning a wide range of philosophical topics. She could get lost in the sight of him, watching his chest rise and fall as he breathed, as he slept.

And sometimes, she was lost in laughter.

“Leo!” she shrieked, her voice reaching a pitch she had not known possible before he learned of her sensitivity, and sought to exploit it.

“Yes, darling?” he asked, his smirk as attractive as it was irritating as his quick fingers danced over her sides. 

Catherine attempted to reply, but her words were drowned by giggles that bubbled up and flowed like water from her lips. She could not remember a time she laughed so hard, so freely, or a time in which she felt so safe in powerlessness. In her marriage, the bed was not a safe place, nor a fun one. With Leo, though, the bed was just one of the many places he made her feel loved, respected, cared for, and protected.

His stubbled cheek grazed her belly, only adding to the sensations that sent her nerves aflame, and her hips jerked from side to side, a lame attempt at escaping. Really, she didn’t want to. Although he had left her breathless, flustered, and prone against the mattress, she felt no desire to stop him. She would have gladly spent her day there, naked and laughing beneath him.

Perhaps he made her soft. Marial and Orlo both seemed to resent what they had, as it distracted her from more important matters, such as overthrowing her husband or ruling Russia.

But with all her ambition, she was still human. She still craved love, and touch, and sex, and connection. And, apparently, laughter. While the touch could easily be described as torture, Leo never overdid it. The moment she felt overwhelmed with a lack of breath, an ache in her middle, or a desire for it to stop, he somehow sensed it.

Leo knew things about her without her needing to voice it. He could tell when she was angry, on the verge of tears, and he knew how to comfort her. He knew when she wanted him, and always knew how to please her. 

And the first time he ran his fingers down her body and it resulted in a small gasp, he somehow knew that it had been different than her other noises in bed, and had easily deduced that she was ticklish.

He had grinned then, too, all smug and beautiful. He had taken his time discovering all her sensitive places, and she had whined and squirmed, yet loved every second of it. And although she never confirmed that she liked it, Leo just knew.

He knew and loved her when she ranted and raved, and he knew and loved her when she fell apart beneath his touch. He saw the strength in her aspirations, and saw the bravery in her surrender to him. After her marriage bed had grown cold and cruel, Leo had taught her that sex was pleasurable, good, and safe.

His fingers eventually slowed, and her laughter died down to heaving breaths. His lips came to meet hers, his hands grabbing with a purposefully not-ticklish touch, his intentions set on taking her apart in other ways.

Her giggling was replaced by sighs and moans of pleasure, and there was still a few hours until Catherine would be called away by her duties.

So yes, she was crass, arrogant, and stubborn. But she was also soft, sweet, and sexual. She was absolutely smitten with him, entirely in love.

And he felt the same.

[violetflowerswrites]

My Love

Catherine the Great x Leo Voronsky

Summary: Catherine vents out her frustrations about the Russian nobility on her lover, Leo. Pure smut, very little plot, no spoilers. Season 1 of The Great.

Disclaimer: gratuitous swearing, many many F bombs, very crude sexual humor, cannon jokes about beastiality, excessive drinking, consensual oral sex (male and female receiving), p in v sex

Word Count: 1.8k

Author’s Note: I’m a huge fan of historical fiction—the satire and sarcasm in this show is totally my vibe. But I also love how intimate it can get! I love Leo and Catherine and literally cried after I finished season one. Enjoy!

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“Fucking idiots!”

Catherine the (not yet) Great storms into Leo’s apartment. The light blue fabric of her heavy skirts almost snags the corner of an armchair as she angrily sweeps by.

Leo leans back on a lounge chaise, sketchbook in hand. He wordlessly lifts up a clear glass of vodka that Catherine immediately snatches out of his hand in her tirade about the room.

She gulps the drink in one go and blindly throws the glass in the direction of the tree in the corner of Leo’s quarters. It shatters with a delicate crackle of broken glass.

“I am not a pretty, empty headed jewel for them to jape at as they please. I am a force to be reckoned with!” Catherine shouts, her cheeks and eyes alike inflamed with indignation.

“Shall I propose a toast?” Leo has already produced another glass to replace the one she destroyed.

“You may.” Catherine flops down with an audible exhale of air, still seething in frustration.

“Fuck the court.”

“HAH! Fuck the court indeed.”

They raise their glasses and clink them before unceremoniously shooting back the hard liquor.

“Huzzah!” Catherine shouts sarcastically.

Leo continues sketching a cartoon of Catherine with a large speech bubble that says “Fuck the court!” A quiet giggle escapes his soft lips.

“And what, pray tell, amuses my dear lover?” She settles into the soft cushions of her armchair, the drink and the exertion from her rant relaxing her long, graceful limbs.

“I was just thinking about how you used to be terrified of swearing, thinking us Russians a crude and improper people—which we are, mind you—and yet…”

“And yet here I am, a true Russian, swearing in every sentence I utter.”

“Fuck.”

“Fuck indeed.”

Leo then shows Catherine his cartoon and they dissolve in a fit of giggles.

“You get it now, my love. The world we live in is absolutely fucked so why not laugh a little. I don’t like to see you so upset. Although I have to admit, it does make me wonder…”

“About what?”

“I wonder if you would like to take your frustration out on me? Sexually?” Leo grins at Catherine, eyes twinkling through his mess of dark curls.

“You’re a naughty boy!” She gasps, blushing. The rosyness of her cheeks contrasts prettily with her ivory skin.

“Ooo do tell me more,” Leo winks and offers a hand.

Catherine takes it, and kisses his olive-skinned knuckles.

“My Lord.”

“Empress.”

“Are you inviting me to your bed?”

“No.”

“No?”

“I am inviting you to fuck me, Empress.”

Catherine barks out an unladylike laugh and covers her mouth in surprise at the ugly sound. It makes Leo look at her in amusement all the more.

She clears her throat to recover. “I accept your invitation.” Catherine bends down in a formal curtsy. “Undress me.”

Leo proceeds to undo the laces of the empress’ dress, gently pulling apart the ribbons at the back. He presses his soft lips to the back of her neck, sending a slight shiver down her spine, before turning Catherine around to unbutton the frock. Her breath quickens as Leo’s mere proximity to her milky white bosom makes her skin flush an aroused pink, a phenomenon that does not go unnoticed.

“Empress?” Leo whispers against her chest, his eyes glued to his lover’s beautiful body.

“Yes?” She responds breathlessly.

“Do I have permission to touch you?”

“If you do not touch me this instant, I may have to go to the stables and fuck a horse like all those fools think I did.”

“Then I shall be quite jealous of the noble steed you deem worthy of your pussy.”

The two of them share a wry smile at the ridiculousness of their conversation. But, the moment Leo’s lips press hot, tender kisses to her chest, Catherine’s expression morphs into a pleased moan of desire.

His affections continue across her supple skin as he pulls apart her clothing, revealing her gorgeous feminine form to him once again. Somehow, Catherine’s hands have already removed his tunic and they are now exploring every inch of his handsome chest. She runs her fingers down his curly chest hair, leaving behind the slightest of tingles everywhere she moves. Leo’s breath quickly comes in pants as her touch alights his skin, and his heart, and of course, his cock, on fire.

“Shall we try something?” Leo suggests, an amused smirk barely hiding just how aroused he is.

“What’s that?”

“Come here,” Leo gestures for Catherine to get on top of him as he lies on the bed, and she does, quickly pressing kisses to his soft lips. “Now, turn around.”

“What?”

“Let me taste your pussy, and you can lick my cock. A win-win, don’t you think?”

“Leo, that's quite—oh!” Her sentence is cut off with a gasp, followed by a pleasured groan. Her lover's mouth is now planted firmly inside her pink folds. His chin glistens with her slickness in seconds.

“You were saying, my love?” Leo lifts his head out of her cunt with a wet noise. Catherine slowly loosens her hold on the sheets that she didn’t even know she was gripping with white knuckles.

“Never mind. You may continue.” She acquiesces quickly, her gaze now locked onto the bouncing cock before her. She has only sucked him a few times, thinking it not much to look at, much less taste, but she felt it is only fair that he gets what he’s giving.

So, Catherine widens her jaw and attempts to swallow the thick log down her gullet.

And proceeds to gag immediately.

Leo pauses at once and calls out, “Are you alright?”

“Yes, do not worry!” Her voice betrays some embarrassment.

Leo realizes that she’s trying so hard to please him and it makes his heart melt in love for her all the more. “You don’t have to—“

“Stop. I want to. Just let me try at my own pace.”

Catherine ducks her head down, lips pressing kisses to the pink tip of his cock, the engorged shaft and its criss cross of veins, the heavy ballsack dangling underneath.

Men are truly an odd creature, what with this uncomfortable thing dangling about in their trousers.

Another moan rips her out of her musings, her mind forgetting for a moment that Leo is eating out her pussy as if it is a delicious piece of fruit, perhaps his favorite peaches.

So she relaxes herself and tries again, slowly accepting his length into her mouth, her tongue lapping up the underside of the shaft. A strong, salty smell fills her nostrils as she inhales, trying to suppress her gag reflex.

She hears a guttural groan escape her lover's lips, somewhat muffled by her soft core, but clearly a sound of pleasure nonetheless. Encouraged, she proceeds to suck his cock in more, her cheeks hollowing out as she adds pressure on his member.

Leo gasps and groans underneath her, his hips thrusting upward automatically, chasing his high. In response, Catherine spreads her thighs and settles on top of Leo’s face even more, letting his hot breath tickle her most intimate regions, and his tongue appreciatively pries apart the petals of her pussy.

And then, he finds her pearl.

In seconds, Catherine releases his cock and comes with a scream, her eyes screwed shut and her hands clawing at the bedspread. Her breath comes in messy gasps as her body shudders with the aftershocks of orgasm.

Leo calmly sits up as she crumples into a spent heap on the mattress.

“Well, that was nice.” He quips nonchalantly.

“More.” The word barely audible through her heady pants.

“What was that?” Leo smiles, his own breath unsteady, betraying how aroused he is behind his causal grin.

“I need more.” Catherine locks eyes with him fiercely, like a lioness staring down her prey.

“Of course.”

Catherine climbs atop his lap, his still erect cock pressed against her soft belly, and she devours her lover’s mouth ferociously. They exchange tongue and saliva and breath in a duel of passion, their lips interlocking as if they could never kiss each other again.

Catherine breaks for air first, her tender breasts rising and falling rapidly. Leo seizes the opportunity to suck her sensitive pink nipples into his hot mouth, eliciting a shout from her lips.

“Oh god—!”

“God should probably turn his eyes away right now, don’t you think?”

“Leo—mmph!— you never stop joking, do you?”

“I’m just here for the ride,” he laughs and Catherine joins him, her voice ringing across the room.

“Shall I, then?”

“With what?”

“Ride you.”

“If it pleases you, Empress.”

Catherine squeals with unbridled enthusiasm and quickly aims Leo’s cock straight for her pussy. She smiles into another kiss at the same time she sinks onto his length.

“Mmph!”

Leo’s moan is swallowed by her lips, just as her cunt swallows his cock. Her sunlight blonde hair cascades in waves around their faces, as if a private curtain hides the two of them from the harsh reality of the world around them. Her warm, wet inner walls squeeze him as he grips the flesh of her hips in ecstasy. In response, Catherine locks her hands behind his neck and into his dark curls and starts to bounce her plush ass onto his lap.

“Oh! Oh! Yes!” Her voice comes out in high-pitched yelps that can surely be heard by the guards standing outside their doors.

To his credit, Leo is no quiet lover either. His relentless groans reveal just how much he enjoys being ridden by the Empress of Russia.

She pauses to catch her breath, rolling so that her clit rubs against his hard body. Leo marvels at her shameless chase of carnal joy, and quickly sucks his fingers wet and finds her sensitive nub between their connected bodies.

“Leo!” Catherine grits out his name and catches his hand, her fingernails digging into his wrist. His mind goes wild with equal parts pleasure and pain and he doubles down, rubbing even faster.

He thrusts upward to match her eager rhythm, which only serves to make Catherine scream louder.

“Fuck!”

“Yes, my love! Give it to me!” Leo encourages, his girth stretching her deliciously. She can feel him bottoming out, his length completely disappearing inside her with every bounce.

“Ohhhhh!” A particularly violent push elicits a long moan from the empress, her orgasm apparent to her lover underneath her. He can feel the throbbing of her cunt squeezing his cock, and he cums inside with an equally long exclamation.

Completely spent, they both roll onto their sides, facing one another with silken sheets covering their sweat-soaked, heat-driven bodies.

She sighs contentedly, her face adoringly searching his.

“I do love it when you call me that.”

“Hmm?”

“Empress.”

“That is who you are, is it not?”

“Indeed. But perhaps I like it more when you call me something else.”

“And what’s that?”

“ ‘my love’ “

Leo melts instantly and presses a soft kiss to her lips.

“My love. I’ll follow you forever.”

“Even if I make a fool of myself?”

“Oh, especially then.” Leo smiles with good humor, and quickly adds on, “my love.”

“I love you.” Catherine whispers, her gaze soft and pure with emotion.

Leo simply kisses her forehead and holds her tightly to the warmth of his beating heart. A heart that beats only for his love.

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[elfie4306]

Don't rewatch The Great, because you have to watch the beauty of Catherine and Leo's relationship unfold, all the while knowing how it ends for them, and it hurts.

[marquisoforder]

low quality memes for a high quality show

[feylla]

am i the only one who like shipped catherine and leo

[onscreenkisses]

THE GREAT, 1x06 - “Parachute”

[rhcenyra]

THE GREAT ⇢ 1x04

[elyjm1313]

I'm rewatching The Great after watching season 2 and I'm on S1E4 and Leo really is a great match for Catherine. He may distract her a bit from the whole taking over Russia thing, but on a personal level he's exactly what she needs.

[meliorn]

All I wish is to hold Russia in one hand and you in the other.

[timeandspaceandstars]

Elle Fanning as Empress Catherine in The Great (2020)

[ladyxmacbeth]

Sometimes I wish we never met...

[colorofmymindposts]

Watching Hulu’s The Great right now and y’all really are sleeping on how fantastic Leo Voronsky is huh

[violetflowerswrites]

Finally posted a fic a wrote a while back for Catherine the Great!

Some excellent gifs that didn’t make it in but make my heart go 🥹

And a favorite:

[constellationclarke]

"I never thought being doomed would feel so pleasant." Oh man this fucks me up

[carsontheleft]

All is well in the court of Peter

Summary: What to do when your tsar is the root of your problems?

Pairing: Georgina x Peter (mentioned), Georgina x Grigor, Catherine x Leo (mentioned)

Comment: I wrote this after watching 1x07 of The Great and found my musings confirmed in 1x08, haven’t watched the last two episodes yet, though.

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The burning of betrayal hits him hard when he sees them; Georgina and Peter blatantly fucking on a random desk, not a care in the world.

Although he’d love to, Grigor doesn’t interrupt them, confronts them (her). It’s not his place. What the Emperor wants, he fucking gets, even if it’s his best friend’s wife.

He closes the door quietly, they didn’t even notice him, and stands, waves of hurt crashing over him. The moans and Georgina’s enthusiastic calls eventually drive him away, into the dark hallways of the palace to spend the night on his own once again.

Grigor really thought things would change with Catherine’s arrival. He hadn’t been as naïve as to truly believe Peter would let off Georgie, but he had hoped with the duty of producing an heir he’d be engaged elsewhere more often.

Instead, with the ever-growing frustration over his wife, Peter turned to them, and Georgie in particular, more often, robbing them of almost every second of time alone they had.

Trailing the hallways, Grigor knots his fingers together to keep them from shaking. He’d been so close, so close, to killing the brat. The fucking dog died, but the Emperor survived, what a miracle! While the fear of being found out usually drives Grigor to seek out Peter’s presence, it gives way to anger and frustration in moments like these, when he’s the third one out in his own bed, so to speak.

There had been a glimmer of hope with Peter’s ‘new me’ and his suddenly found sympathy for his wife and her ideas, and where he first enjoyed the fact that it took pressure from Georgina and him, he only realized today that he was the only one in his marriage who reveled in that circumstance.

Oh, how blind he had been to think Georgina needed to be saved from Peter, that she was being a martyr here. Her entertaining Peter wasn’t the rouse, it always had been their marriage.

The only reason Georgina had actually married him was his lawful place in Peter’s court, whereas she, were she to approach Peter on her own, would only be his concubine. But through Grigor she’s Countess Dymov, sporting that well-respected name like a string of pearls.

Sure, if Peter were to die, his place in court wouldn’t be virtually untouchable anymore, but Grigor believes that he could get into to Catherine’s good graces if he’d want to. He could stop being such an asshole to Orlo, since the Count is the ever-present voice in her ear, and that could save his position. He could be useful to her, engage in her outrageous ideas and the ridiculous goal to turn Russia into a second France.

He knows the people here, is as inherently Russian as the next servant, he understands politics and society, and more of military than Peter, which isn’t a real accomplishment, but still.

Grigor is about to turn another corner, when a slurring voice rips him out of his thoughts.

“Grigor!”

He stops and backtracks to the open door on his right.

It’s Leo, sitting on the ground of his quarters, propped up against a shelf and waving with a decanter of vodka.

“Another lonely soul traveling a cold, dark night. Join me, my friend, and let us be lonely together!”

Grigor doesn’t know Leo Voronsky particularly well, safe for his cock of course, but the prospect of walking the hallways until his feet bleed or the sun rises, depending on whichever comes first, isn’t more inviting than drowning his sorrows in alcohol. He’s Russian after all, and if there’s one thing they’re good at, it’s drowning stuff in alcohol.

He joins Leo silently, takes off his coat before sitting down beside him.

“The Emperor takes our hearts like he takes the heads of the Swedes”, Leo takes a long pull and looks at Grigor expectantly.

“Don’t be so fucking dramatic”, the Count takes the decanter, “He’s finally pleasuring his wife, like he was supposed to do all along.”

“In contrast to pleasuring your wife?”

Grigor isn’t sure what Leo wants to provoke with this jab, it’s not like Peter fucking Georgina is news to anyone in court and their horse. He just takes another swig.

“Was your marriage one of love, Count Dymov?”, Leo asks eventually when the decanter is more than half empty.

“I was under the impression it was, yes. As much love as you could hope for in court.”

“Then you might just know how I feel with all the sympathy the Emperor holds for his Empress.”

Despite the amount of alcohol in his veins, Grigor is on his feet in the blink of an eye, hauling Leo up at the lapels of his jacket and pushing him backwards into the bookshelf.

“Know how you feel? How you feel?! How long have you known her, huh? Two months? I’m married to Georgina; I took her when I could’ve had almost any other woman in this fucking country. And Peter? I’ve been at his beck and call all my life and he thanks me by taking my wife, marking her up like she is his and stringing me along on fucking leash!! Voronsky, you don’t have any fucking clue what heartache feels like.”

As sudden as the anger appeared it leaves his body again, leaving swaying against Leo.

“I had promised her my heart long before she said she loved me. Just looking at her sets my body on fire. I was her home, her confidante before the Emperor lived through this change of heart. And now? She shushes me and promises me her love, even though her mind and heart are elsewhere, she tells me she can’t when she thinks about how the Emperor took her breath away and set his lips to her pussy. I’m being cast away like a used-up toy. I think I do know what heartache feels like, my friend.”

When Grigor loosens his hold on Leo, the latter slips down to the ground, resuming his earlier position. Grigor does the same.

Leo reaches behind him and pulls yet another decanter from the shelf and offers it to Grigor as a truce. Grigor takes it.

“All is well in the court of Peter”, Leo mumbles when they clink the vessels together.

“Huzzah.”  

[rhcenyra]

THE GREAT ⇢ 1x04 | MOSCOW MULE