vera 🏔️ - on short hiatus

Sylus x gn!Reader x Valko

It needed to be done. Someone needed to peg that man and I decided it would be me. And also my husband. Because I can.

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

Warnings: smut, pwp, pegging, anal sex, first time anal, cumming untouched, grinding, biting, kissing, polyamory, established relationship, pet names, praise, teasing, tails, breeding kink, knotting, nipple play (just a little), dom Sylus, sub Valko, dom/sub, spanking, begging, whining, whimpering, aftercare, swearing, strap-ons, dildos, knotting dildos

Word Count: 2,119

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You never thought you’d see him like this. 

Pale skin so beautifully flushed; the rosy pink spreading from the tips of his ears all the way down to the sensitive peaks of his nipples. Sweat coats his skin, making the sheets stick almost uncomfortably to his body, overwhelming his senses. 

“Zaynie, eyes on me, remember?” You flick the vibrator off, smiling as his hips jerk upwards. Chasing after the stimulation that you removed all together. A beautiful mix of muffled noises slip out of his swollen lips, the lace of your panties now slick with his saliva. Some even daring to dribble down his chin as he struggles to drag his eyes up to meet yours.

“That’s a good boy, Zaynie.” You don’t turn the toy back on right away. Even though you can see the pure desperation shining in the watery depths of his hazel eyes. “Good boys who do what they’re told get to cum, remember?” A second passes, then two. No sound escapes him, he doesn’t nod either. Just stares at you dumbly… so cute… 

“I expect…” Your fingers wrap around the delicate chain connecting the two clamps, tugging hard on one just to hear the high pitched mewl struggle to escape his mouth. “... a response when I ask you a question, baby. Or else we just might be here all night. I dunno if your poor cock can handle all of that…” 

Copious amounts of precum covered his shaft, his thighs, your vibrator, and hands. He was making a mess, but you were far better at edging than Zayne realized. However, a rough shift at Akso didn’t really leave room for Zayne to ponder how much trouble he was getting himself into when he asked you to make him forget all his struggles. 

“So, I’ll ask again, and you’ll answer. Right, Zaynie?” You tug on the nipple clamp again, watching tears shine in his eyes as his cock twitches below you. You flip the vibrator back on prematurely, earning a sharp but eager nod from Zayne in response. 

“Good boy, Zaynie.” 

You press the dull whirring head to the underside of his cock, thighs clamping together to try and alleviate your own ache as Zayne whimpers helplessly at the sensation. His hands tug at the restraints he had so carefully taught you to tie, hazel eyes practically begging you to keep going as drool slips down his trembling chin. 

“Ohh, Zaynie is gonna cum, isn’t he? But has he earned it?” He’s so dazed it takes him a second to respond, nodding eagerly. His hair is slightly damp and sticking to his forehead as he tries so desperately to tell you something through the fabric of your underwear. 

“M’not sure he has. He’s been pretty slow on getting the hang of the rules. He’s made a mess of himself with his precum, oh and not to mention his drooling…” Your free hand reaches up, swiping at his chin and grinning as his blush turns crimson. 

“Oh, he hasn’t even bothered with saying please.” Your hand sinks lower, trailing along his racing pulse before dipping lower to his chest. “There are other ways to say please, you don’t need to say them verbally, Zaynie. I’m honestly not quite sure you’re all that deserving of an orgasm.” As you speak, you press the vibrator harder to his cock. Not stopping until it’s laying flush against his abdomen. 

The pleasure is dizzying. Zayne’s vision is blurring with tears of frustration and pleasure as he tries so desperately to keep his eyes open and on you. “Aww, don’t cry, Zaynie. S’okay…” But the sardonic tone of your words has his stomach clenching. He’s so close –, too close – that he fears what may happen if he doesn’t warn you. 

But the idea of release is far more tempting… if he can just keep you distracted long enough… “Ohhhh, Zayne?” A guttural sound is tugged from his throat as you yank on the nipple clamps, his body jerking towards you in the process. “Don’t try and play dumb.” 

He’s staring at you as if he’s never seen you before. Unbelieving that his sweet lover could harbor such a dominant side, that she could be so… sadistic. Though, she’s learned first hand from the best, has she not? The thought alone has him twitching, choking around the makeshift gag as his orgasm crashes down on him. 

The relief he thought he would feel is short lived, so short in fact that it really does bring tears to his eyes. Enough that they overflow, leaking down the flush of his cheekbones as his cock twitches pathetically. His release, now leaking from his tip in sad, throbbing waves, leaves him feeling completely unsatisfied. 

“You thought you could trick me?” You turned the vibrator off and tossed it aside the moment he started to cum, forcing a disapproving glare as he came. “Was a ruined orgasm worth it, baby? Was it worth the orgasm I would have given you?” 

Zayne can’t think straight, body collapsing backwards into the headboard and pillows. Staring at you in utter defeat as you pushed yourself off the bed. “Zaynie, what am I going to do with you?” Your grin has a chill inching up his spine, watching you disappear into the bathroom before returning with a warm cloth to clean him up. 

“I was going to give you head. But… only good boys get that. I think you need a nap, maybe think about what you’ve done, yeah?” Maybe he’s truly lost it, because a fresh wave of tears are brimming in his eyes. Enough that you can’t help but feel a little surprised as you carefully undo the clamps. “Tears won’t get you out of this, baby. Remember?” 

A special Masterlist for my interconnected Leon Kennedy × CIA!Reader stories. From briefing rooms to breakfast tables - now with a title to it, yay 🥰

♠ Plant E (2 Parts, Rated E)

[RE9!Leon / CIA Agent!Fem!Reader] Abstract: What was supposed to be a case of international human trafficking turns out to be far beyond your job description, so the DSO sends Agent Leon Kennedy – and your paths cross once again.

♠ Previous Engagements (Rated T)

[RE9!Leon / CIA Agent!Fem!Reader] Abstract: You answer a dispatch on your wedding day. Leon will understand.

♠ Bringing Home Hope (Rated E)

[RE9!Leon / CIA Agent!Wife!Reader] Abstract: You’re waiting for the call that will make you a widow. And then the front door opens.

roommates with benefits | @6x-x9

sucking & sounding choso in a lecture | 6x-x9

overstimulating choso | @gojosconsort

shopping for a new bikini is torture for choso | gojosconsort

wet frames (ft gojo) ⭐️ | @kamiflix

high for this | kamiflix

plug!choso | kamiflix 📖

pushing down on his slit (blurb) | @kill3ill

choso has a fat dick | kill3ill

choso hates your vibrator | @mimuju

refusing his princess treatment | mimuju

princess treatment with choso | mimuju

emo!choso | @pillsatoru

purposefully giving him a boner to leave him high and dry | pillsatoru

bullying choso until he cums | @revolvingsaturn

accidentally slapping choso | revolvingsaturn

good girls do it best | @sadisticslut666

choso whimpers so loud | sadisticslut666

choso's boner from hell | sadisticslut666

accidents happen ⭐️ | @stardustsatoru

down bad ex!choso can't stop watching your videos | stardustsatoru 📖

virgin loser nerd!choso ⭐️ | @toruuholic

how 2 make ur cute roomie cum! (ft gojo) ⭐️ | toruuholic

bad puppy! | @yoonsucks

nerd!choso x bully!reader -> pt 2 | yoonsucks

sex addict | @aeffecticns

if you wanna come, give my brother some! ⭐️ -> pt 2 | @angellude

choso and his oral fixation | @aquasprings 📖

edging choso | @berrylus 📖

playing with your sensitive tits | @evfers

i want you to slap me | @fricks

holds you while he games ⭐️ | @froggibus

sucking off emo!bf choso | @fushi6oro

hey emo boy! | @gracewinston

hole inspection | @grenadehearts

making out | @hervanillabby

bark baby bark ⭐️ | @indiewritesxoxo

backstage kisses (mildly suggestive) | @isetmyfriendsonfuckingfire

all the ways he wants you | @kashun

black lace panties | @kireampie

thinking about choso | @lastgirljuno

under the desk support ⭐️ | @lilikoiyu

pretty boy | @loverboykirstein

pretty please (ft sukuna) | @madamechrissy

his personal pacifier | @megumios

good boy | @onelime

overstimulating bf!choso ⭐️ | @polaroidsex

puppy hybrid!choso (hcs) | @preval-ence

after dark | @r0ttn

choso loves his pregnant wife | @rengoatku 📖

3 p's | @snanami

sensitive | @sugurusbeloved

cockwarming with clingy!choso | @sukuhands

choso can't tear his mouth away from your pussy | t0jisbunny

tokyo drift | @tonycries

choso likes to be choked when you ride him | @tootsuro

so needy | @vampire-luvr

title from lucky ones by lana del rey

based on this post I made a while back & someone told me to write a fic….heres a drabble instead lool

cw: 18+, dry-humping, inexperienced Leon, cumming, established relationship, not proofread

mdni || masterlist || likes and reblogs much appreciated

Sorry if this is too much it’s just I have thoughts and I think you’d share them 😭

a/n; oh, I will ALWAAAAYS share the thoughts 🤤 sorry this took me so long to get around to answering! I don't know if this was intended as a request or not, but im using it to get me back in the groove + just to write some DI!Leon because it's been a long while since I've visited Leon's DI era

sum; leon needs to fix his bad habits, and when he comes home late again to find his fiancé waiting angrily, he knows he needs to make it up to her.

content; oral (f!receiving), fingering, leon is highkey pathetic in this, leon gets off on giving head, implied smaller reader, size kink-ish, leon doesn't get a reward, reader gets a tiny bit mean? but the context makes it understandable, it gets softer toward the end don't worry (I need a happy ending im sorry, guys!!!😞)

wc; 2.3k

Leon had a bad habit of working late, but it's only gotten worse. Having been injured, he took a week off, and since then, he's been absolutely swamped. It was like he was being punished for needing to heal. It made you scoff. That week of healing was almost four months ago. Four months! You were tired of waiting up for him after you'd already been working all day yourself.

Tonight was the final straw. He'd promised tonight that he'd be home in time for dinner, at the very, very least. You made his favorite dish, and waited. And waited. And by the time the clock was striking midnight, you angrily stomped off to the bathroom to shower and do your nighttime routine. Twenty minutes later, you were getting brushing your hair when you heard the front door click open, like he was trying desperately not to alert you. You pulled your robe over your silky night gown, crossing your arms as you trudged out and meeting him in the hallway. He tensed as he felt your eyes burning into his back as he was hanging up his jacket.

"stop, stop fucking stepping on me." re9!leon groans drunkenly from the couch as you loom over him, one heeled foot on his crotch, rubbing him. he grabs your ankle, eyes moping up to yours, teeth gritting. you two just came home from a lovely dinner, and this is how you treat him?

"don't act like you don't like it, leon. i can feel you getting hard underneath me." you push your foot harder, earning a sharp inhale and a squeeze to your leg from him. he chuckles to try to cover up his noises. definitely can feel him getting hard now- especially with the way he can see your laced panties underneath your dress from this angle.

"it's- ngh- embarrassing, sweetheart. c'mon, god. you can't do this shit to me anymore," he tries to get up, but you push him back. he almost growls. “please.” he doesn’t know if he’s begging you for more friction, or to save him from shame.

"that's what you said last time. let me have fun with you, old man," you purr. “i’ll make it worth your while.”

"you're such a pervert. acting like i'm your plaything."

artist!choso x nude model!reader.

the sunlight was seeping away, the orange hues of the pretty sky slowly fading away into soft greys and blues while the students packed and left. all but one. the black haired man, his eyes sunk in, unmoving from his piece only occasionally glancing over at your naked form in the dull lights while his brush continued to move across his canvas in smooth strokes.

"choso…it's been enough time, don't ya think? at least let me see the painting, i'm cramping up here."

"o—oh! i'm sorry i'll just finish it—."

"i'm playing, cho, relax a little." you laughed a little, watching him fumble over his brushes and his paints, the soft yellow cast on his face, while his brows knit together, his focus taunt like a string about to snap.

you moved away from your position, stretching your arms up while your joints slowly cracked, moving the silken sheets covering your legs off of your body, slowly sauntering your way to choso, with not a care in the world,

"w—what are you doing?"

"you're always so skittish, cho, i've always been naked infront of you, right? what difference does this make?" you moved behind his back, cooing the words into his ears while his neck and ears flushed, turning the brightest shade of red.

your eyes finally moved up to look at the canvas and it was—was that really you? your curves, your sunlit skin spanned the canvas, each brush stroke so deliberate and precise, each curve, each part of your skin painted to pretty perfection.

your breasts catching the sunlight, practically kissed in gold, the silk almost shimmering in your lap.

"and you're telling me this still isn't finished?"

"well, i really am trying to do you justice."

choso was never direct. always flustered and tripping over his words before you, his eyes barely meeting yours—but now he looked dead set on you. his dark eyes now set on your face while you turned your head, back facing him.

"do me justice?" you tiled your head, letting out the smallest laugh, expecting him to break character, to stutter, to just do anything that screamed of the choso kamo you'd gotten to know over lazy sunsets and one sided banter.

"what kind of artist doesn't do their muse justice?"

"muse?" 

"well, yeah. what'd you think you were to me?" his sincerity should've scared you off, the way his eyes now slowly raked down your form while you sat back down in position, covering your cunt with the flimsy piece of fabric while he picked up his brush again.

silence stretched between the two of you, only the sounds of rustling leaves from the outside paired with choso's brush strokes filling the room.

the sun had now since set, the faded yellow ceiling lights the only thing illuminating the room while you held your form taunt, breathing slowly, your chest slowly rising up and down while he looked completely focused, his ears now tinged pink again as he painted.

well, some things don't change, now do they?

"well, make your muse proud, kamo."

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satoru feels like a pervert.

a depraved, pervy boyfriend despite having acquired the pictures in his hold in the least perverted way possible. ones you'd gotten him to take during the act or ones you'd taken yourself.

you'd left with a long kiss pressed to his mouth and these pressed into his hand like it was the most normal way to say bye for the couple days you'd be on your girl's trip. a coy little "I love you, don't miss me too much!" like he won't do exactly that. like you don't know exactly what kind of reaction the polaroids will elicit.

he tries to hide it from himself at first, honestly. he knows you. didn't even have to look at the photos to know what they were, really. the mini photo album he'd bought the same day just to store them lays tucked in a box, box tucked under the bed. but they taunt him, calling his name every night he'd lay in your spot on the bed. snuggled up against your pillow to sleep like you're still here because no, video and voice calls don't cut it.

satoru lasts a grand total of 3 days.

3 days till he's dragging out the box, pretty images splayed all over silken sheets in a disorganized sprawl. you bent over the couch, you on your knees between his thighs with a grin and a messy face. you, you, you—beautiful in every single one and it's devastating. not good for his sanity.

back to the present, the image his eyes are locked on is more than enough to sustain him. to let the memory of the exact situation form and play out like a movie in his mind. 2 weeks ago, negligee the same shade as his eyes, bunched up above your hips. riding him with your palms braced on his chest to lift and drop yourself on his cock. necklace swaying like a pendulum, bouncing against your sternum. the broken, breathless sounds he'd gotten out of you burned into his mind.

he strokes himself slowly, lazily, like drawing it out will make the orgasm stretch twice as long. thumb swiping over his leaky tip, smearing precum all down his shaft. his hips twitch when his wrist twists just right, already painfully close after a few minutes of this. he has your face in his direct view, your voice bouncing around his head. that airy “feels good, 'toru?” from the last time in particular. another glossy droplet leaks from his angry head and wets his knuckles, sweat beading on his forehead.

you'd probably find this funny. possibly endearing. maybe ask him if he misses you that much—which he does. doesn't matter that you'll be home in the next 36 hours. he misses the way you smell, misses the way you feel. how your nails claw at his back and leave it all red when he pushes his cock into the right spot, how warm you are. how your laughter bursts out of you like sunshine. how you smile at him. 3 days and he's going insane. like a dog without it's owner. 3 days only and he's fucking his fist to polaroids of you like...like some sort of lovesick, perverted loser!

which, well, isn't too far off.

"oh...nng—fuck." he whines lowly, breathless, pinching near the sensitive underside of his cockhead in hopes of staving off his rapidly building orgasm—2nd one, mind you, since the first came too quickly. it doesn't help at all.

the next picture his gaze falls to doesn't make it any easier either. it's a little blurry and he knows he'd taken it because you're on top of him again. head tipped back, straps hanging off your shoulders with your bra shoved below your tits. he remembers it so vividly. how wet you'd been, taking every inch perfectly. hands held behind your lower back in his hold, his feet planted on the mattress to pound up into you. how you'd tried to keep from being noisy and failed. how you'd nearly ended him in 4 measly thrusts.

that plan to last a little longer? gone straight to hell with that specific thought. it's that heat at the base of his spine that has him tugging his cock firmer now, frantic. trying to match the feeling of the silken heat of your cunt with just his hand. he never can, but this works fine enough for now. his breath punches out in little pants, abs flexing every time he jerks upward, chasing that dizzying edge of release.

"nng—pleasepleaseplease—" pearly droplets leak past his head and smear down the length of him with every paced stroke, like his cock is crying at the memory. like it misses you just as much as he does.

satoru's need borders on embarrassing at this point. he wants to bury his face in your neck and listen to you speak about everything and nothing at all. wants to let you just sit on his dick for hours just so he can feel your warmth. wants you on his face, cunt slick messy on his tongue till he no longer cares for oxygen—just the taste and familiar smell of you.

he's depraved at this point. wet thwacks loud with the tugs of his hand, toes curling, free hand keeping his favorite snapshot in his line of sight. a sound cracks from deep within him, high and helpless, losing his rhythm only when his abs tense and he's cumming—hard. cock throbbing between his fingers as thick, hot spurts spill over his knuckles, splattering across his toned stomach, over one of the photos he didn't even realize he'd had this close.

for a moment it's all heavy breaths and heat in the room, ivory strands of his bangs plastered to his forehead like he'd ran a triathlon, eyes fluttering. he fumbles for tissue to wipe his stomach and fingers, then the image all tenderly. a pink flush sits high on his cheeks like he's embarrassed about the mess, murmuring a soft sorry. though not entirely ashamed, not really.

then he's curling into your spot to stuff his face in your pillow again, setting aside a bit of time for this before he'd clean himself up. eyes shut like if he keeps them closed tight and stays still enough, it's like you're home already.

just a couple hours left, no big deal.

maybe.

author's note :: 𑣲⋆ post number 5! I was gonna post 𑣲nanami but I liked this one more, so here we are. he might be the next post instead ^^

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riding your boyfriend satoru for the first time (o^^o)

you're already halfway down when you realize you might have bitten off more than you can handle.

satoru's cock stretches you open inch by inch, and even with all the prep—his fingers, his mouth, the way he worked you open on the bed of his dorm room until you were dripping and begging—it's still a lot. he's big. you knew that from the way he'd felt against your thigh, from the way he'd groaned when you'd wrapped your hand around him earlier. knowing and feeling are two very different things.

"easy," he murmurs, and his voice is lower than usual, rougher. his hands are on your hips, thumbs pressing into the jut of bone there, but he's not guiding you. he's holding you steady. letting you set the pace. "easy, sweetheart. breathe for me."

you do. shaky inhale through your nose, slow exhale through parted lips. your thighs are trembling where they're bracketing his hips, knees pressed into the mattress on either side of him. he's propped up against the headboard, shirt long since discarded, hair a mess of white silk falling into his eyes.

he looks wrecked already, and you've barely started.

"that's it," he says, and there's a strain in his voice that wasn't there before, a tightness around the edges. "you're doing so good. just—take your time."

you sink lower. another inch. the sensation is overwhelming—full, hot, stretching you in a way that borders on too much. your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving crescents in his skin. he hisses, but it's not from pain.

"fuck," he breathes, head falling back against the headboard. "fuck, you're tight."

you pause, breath catching. "is that bad?"

"no." he laughs, but it comes out strangled. "no, it's not bad. it's—" he grits his teeth, jaw working. "it's a lot. in a good way. keep going."

you push down further, and finally, finally, you're seated fully in his lap. his cock is buried to the hilt inside you, and you feel impossibly full, stretched around him, your body struggling to accommodate his size. you stay still for a moment, just breathing, just feeling.

He’s massive beneath you — broad chest, thick arms, powerful thighs that could easily pin you down if he wanted. But right now he’s on his back, letting you ride him however you want. His hands rest on your hips, not guiding, just holding you steady as you sink down on him.

You lean forward, bracing one hand on his chest, and bring the other down hard across his cheek. The sound is sharp. His head snaps to the side with the force of it. A low, guttural groan rumbles out of his chest as he twitches hard inside you. “Fuck… do it again,” he rasps, voice wrecked.

You slap him again, harder this time, watching the way his eyes flutter and his jaw clenches. His hips buck up sharply, driving deeper into you. The sting on his cheek blooms red against his flushed skin, but he doesn’t stop you. If anything, he looks drunk on it. “Harder, baby,” he begs, voice hoarse. “I can take it.”

You ride him faster, grinding down on him while you slap him again and again. Each hit makes him groan louder, his grip on your hips tightening as he lets you use him. His eyes stay locked on yours the whole time, dark and hazy with lust.

When you finally come, clenching hard around him, you slap him one last time, right as your orgasm hits. That’s what breaks him. He groans deep and filthy, hips stuttering as he spills inside you, thick and hot, pulsing with every slap you land.

Afterward, he’s breathing hard, cheek bright red, but he pulls you down against his chest and kisses you soft and attentively. His hand strokes your back gently, almost apologetically, like he’s the one who should be sorry.

“Again next time?” he murmurs against your lips, voice still rough.

You smile and kiss the reddened mark on his cheek.

it always starts heated, hungry, almost borderline feral when you get your hands on each other. the rough yet gentle way his voice echoes in your ear at every promise he tells you he’s gonna do to you: knows it makes your knees weak and pussy wet.  

his touch always traveling around your body, knowing it like the back of his hand, knows what you like and don’t like, knows which buttons to press to have you trembling and shaking. whispers the dirtiest things in your ear while he’s got this finger stuffed in your cunt and you can’t do anything but grip his wrist tightly and moan into his mouth when he kisses you.

but there’s also times when it shifts, the entire bedroom becomes soft all of a sudden, like now; sat back on his knees, thumb rubbing the slowest circles on your clit while his can’t take his eyes off the way his cock eases in and out of you with one leg pushed off to the side and the other bent over his shoulder. “baby,” he murmurs, deep and low in his throat, his lips littering wet kisses against your leg. “you’re so pretty, baby.”

your eyes snap open at his words, dazed and confused. “huh?” through tears welling up in the corners of your eyes, you catch sight of him, but he isn’t looking at you. he’s fixated on your pussy. your lips part with another string of soft whines, hand loosely pressed against his chest when he’s slowly grinding into you; the thickness of his cock stretching you out perfectly. “what did you say?”

if he hears you, he choses not to say anything, not yet anyway, too entranced with how he fills you up, eyes hooded and breath stuttering at the warmth of you wrapped around him. doesn’t seem to register the way your nails sink into the skin of his chest each time he pulls out just enough to have you whimpering in protest before pushing right back into you. each thrust knocking your breath out of you.

it’s when his eyes flicker up and meet yours finally, lowering your leg from his shoulder, that he smiles; the lazy and giddy kind, before he’s leaning over you. his body, made up of pure muscle and strength, cages yours beneath him. “you’re pretty too, sweetheart,” his face is instantly tucked into the crook of your neck, hot breath against your skin, causing you to shiver and clench around him. “so pretty, my pretty lady,” he continues, hands running up and down your thighs before he’s wrapping them around his waist for you, body lowering more onto yours.

you gasp into his shoulder, the action of his body pressing down onto you causes his cock to sink deeper. “baby,” you whine, biting his shoulder, hands running up and down his back, moving to his sides just to feel the hotness of his skin before they’re moving back up and around his back; the muscle is hard beneath your touch.

his thrusts are slow and gentle, the thick vein on the underside of his cock throbs against your walls, rough hands slide down your legs and over your hips. his ragged breaths and groans vibrate against your neck and the sharpness of your nails sink into his back. “my pretty baby, so sweet and soft,” he murmurs once more, teeth nipping at your neck. “you’re so perfect, so mine.”

he’s gone, that much you realise, and you also realise he’s not even phased by the way your nails continue to rake up and down his back each time he grinds into you, his mind and body focused on how good you feel wrapped around his cock, how you feel so pliable beneath him. those same hands that make you feel safe no matter what, grip your hips tighter once his pace gets more faster. 

“m’yours,” you choked out, the sound a mixture between a moan and a sob; either way it goes straight to his head, panting into your now sweaty neck. “all yours, honey please.” 

“you’re so perfect, m’so lucky to have you,” he can’t stop, his fingers sinking deeper into your hips and nose sliding up and down your neck.

the plap plap plap of skin slapping echo the room, your ankles locked tightly around him, heels pressing into his lower back each time he drags his cock out, enough to make you whine, before sliding right back in, the tip of his cock catching onto the spot inside you that has stars behind your ears and toes curling. “feels ‘shoo good,” you moan, hips moving on their own accord to meet his thrusts. 

your arm wraps around his neck, holding him close to you and you moan, gasp and whine into his ear softly. his sweaty body sticks to yourself like glue, if anything his grip on your hips tighten, lips attaching to your neck hungrily. “so warm, holy shit” his voice slurs slightly, one hand quickly moving between your bodies where he finds your throbbing clit. “so wet,” his fingers work slowly, drawing figure eights on the bud, groaning each time you clench around his cock. “you’re so fucking perfect, fuck honey.”

his words melt your heart, makes your eyelids flutter closed just for a second; or longer, you can’t tell anymore, basking in his love and affection. “mmm love you,” you gasp, nails sinking into the skin of his shoulder. 

“love you more,” he pants, lifting his head from your neck and pressing his forehead to yours, eyes hooded. “love you so much, my best girl, pretty wife.” 

you cry out against his cheek, walls fluttering around his cock once again at his words, never fails to make you shy and happy no matter how many times he says it. “more, need more, please, honey—”

“wanna feel you, need to feel you, just for a little linger—ohmygod,” another particular thrust of his hips has your legs tightening around him and a deep rumble from his throat causes his pace to falter for just a split second. “pussy was made for me, you were made for me, baby, hm? yeah? lemme feel you for longer, need to, mmmm, that’s it.”

“can’t, need you to move faster.”

Thinking about re4r!leon coming back from a mission, roughed up and exhausted. You walk in on him after he’s just taken his first shower in weeks. He didn’t mean for you to see of course; but it was hard to miss with his back to the door you came in through and nothing but a towel around his waist. It was inevitable but he still inwardly cringed when he saw your face, staring at his back.

It looked awful. A whole rainbow of blues and blacks and yellows. He sees your hand freeze on the knob and your eyes go a little bit wide, and you know he’s cursing himself out for not locking that damn door. His hands, flushed from the shower and trembling from the pain, grip the tube of ointment he’s got, fumbling to close the cap with his palm like he’s been caught doing something shameful.

A smaller, softer hand catches it before he can discard it onto the counter.

“It’s no big deal.” He says, but it doesn’t matter, because you’re gently nudging him to face the mirror and popping open the ointment cap yourself. You squeeze some onto your fingers and rub it so gently into his back, it almost hurts worse than when he was trying to do it.

He winces, knuckles growing white as he grips the counter. It always hurt worse when it was all over and he was home. He grits his teeth, but everything melts away into nothing when he feels the featheriest flutter of your lips against his shoulder blade.

And then his spine.

And he twitches when he feels it on his lower back.

“Hey, what are you-“

He feels another kiss against his tricep, and before he knows it he’s turning around and catching your lower lip between his own. Shamelessly.

And then it gentles. And he pulls away, and your giggle is the sweetest thing he’s ever heard. He gathers you up in his arms, and you squirm like a fish. The laughter is better than ibuprofen.

Your hands curl, crushed against his chest. Your eyes meet his, and your laughter dissolves gradually. You cock your head, fingering a smaller bruise on his shoulder.

“Doesn’t it hurt?” You mumble quietly, saddened by the thought of how much pain he must be in.

Leon’s nose nudges your own, and your forehead rests against his as your fingers settle against the ball of his shoulder.

Tags: Leon (RE9 or RE4R) x F!reader, established relationship, smut, dry humping, cumming inside pants (Leon), titty play and more!

Your hips swayed lazily against his, rubbing your clothed pussy against his erection with every movement, torturing you both. Tonight was one of those nights where neither of you needed to take your clothes off, you were simply seeking some relief in something as simple as this.

His calloused but warm hands caressed your thighs, which rested on either side of his body, enjoying watching your shoulders relax and you release small moans of pleasure. Your head was tilted slightly back, and he could see your chest tremble with each breath. He was happy just to be able to appreciate every detail from below, where his head rested on a pillow.

"Look at you, like this that much?" he asked, a small smile forming on his lips as he heard you moan in protest. "you gonna come just from this?" His words might have seemed mocking, but the light slap on one of your thighs only encouraged you to continue because he could feel your hot pussy starting to soak his pajama, leaving a small stain on his pants.

You were wearing only panties—already soaked—clinging to you, catching on your clitoris every time you rubbed with a little more enthusiasm. The thin fabric allowed you to feel his erection perfectly, feeling it contract through the cloth every time you brushed against its sensitive, dripping tip.

You opened your eyes, heavy with pleasure, to meet his gaze, appreciating it in the most intimate way. You watched as his cheeks flushed with heat, as his Adam's apple swayed with each breath, as his chest rose in sync with yours, and you couldn't help but smile. And he smiled too, both of you understanding each other without needing to say a word.

"Fuck, I love you..." he whispered as he pulled you in for a kiss, his hands tracing your back, trying to draw you closer. His tongue danced with yours, both of you devouring each other in the most primal way. "You drive me absolutely crazy—" he confessed breathlessly against your lips, his breathing heavy against the warmth of yours. It was intimate, he was simply yours.

Motivated by the passion in his words, you placed your hands on his chest and began to rub against him more intensely, back and forth or making small circles that drew attention right to your needy clit. His hips rose with the same need he had been controlling, trying to get more of that friction, and his equally needy hands slid under your shirt to caress your tits.

His thumbs brushed against your hard nipples, and his palms massaged them perfectly, making you moan a little more sharply. All you could feel was him and his gaze, his hands, his love. And he was no better than you, feeling that vibrant heat growing in his belly each time his balls seemed to clench with the need for release.

Your orgasm was perfect, the kind that makes you tremble slightly and blurs your vision, sending sparks throughout your body. You continued the friction, riding the waves of your orgasm and helping him along with you.

"Hooly shit—" he groaned beneath you as his hands moved to your hips, guiding you to his pleasure to achieve that longed-for release. The friction of your soaked panties and your soft moans made him explode in his pants, his hips rising with futile thrusts and his brows furrowing sharply.

When the burning heat began to subside, he sighed in relief and let his head fall back onto the pillow. When you relaxed against his chest, he quickly pulled you close and kissed your temple, still slightly breathless.

"feel better?" he asked softly, gently stroking your back. "Uh-huh." You answered, feeling your heavy eyelids begin to close and your limbs relax completely, falling asleep on top of him because you knew he would clean you both up.

And in the silence of the room and his own thoughts, Leon felt heat rush to his cheeks as he realized he had just come all over his pants. "Shit." he whispered, a flicker of embarrassment flashing through his lips, reflexively hugging you tighter.

Simply a perfect night.

litte post because i have to study but i couldn't stop thinking about thiss 😩 and credit to @/cursed-carmine for the dividers!

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