Mrs Dostoevsky

Ygo redraw ♥️

You can't explain it. You tried once, but words didn't feel quite right.

Put simply, there's a constant, overwhelming urge to sit yourself in Leon's lap whenever the chance arises.

It doesn't matter that the couch can comfortably seat six people. If Leon's there? You're right on top of him. He's working late and hasn't come to bed yet? You're right there keeping him company until he (very quickly) decides to call it a night.

What can you say? His lap is just so comfortable and inviting. Not to mention, it's a good spot to be when you feel like yapping about your day.

Not that he minds. He thinks it's cute, comforting even (and very convenient when the mood strikes). For him, it means he has your full attention and vice versa.

If you happen to fall asleep? Fine by him. Either he'll stay right where he is or he'll pick you up and carry you to bed.

It's such a physical reminder that you're there and you're real. When he has you in his lap, where he can hug you and hold you and love on you all he wants, the rest of the world falls away.

I got kind of a prompt for a sub!vox x gn (maybe afab) reader ✨ Okay so what if, since we all know vox is OBVIOUSLY a bratty bottom, the reader fucks the brattiness out of him? And he goes from trying to be a dom, to resistant bottom, to bratty bottom, to just begging to come with all his life, maybe even crying cuz the reader won’t let him

TYSM!!!! im glad you think my writing’s good ❤️ALSO FINALLY A VOX REQ AGHH

i have like 50094949 drafts for like all of the other stuff in my inbox but i just have to write this vox fic first ok im self indulgent i apologize 😭

—vox x gn!reader

—includes : sub!vox, dom!reader, light bondage, edging

vox is so obvious.

he clearly has a thing for control. a need, a desire. it was practically his core personality trait. yet, he’s most certainly not made to wield it.

sure, he can try and sweet talk you, saying sultry things and bragging about his power in order to get you to feel below his level. but you know how frail that persona is. a single slip up, and it would all come crashing down into deafening static.

which, was almost impressively easy to do.

his claw-like fingers runs up your neck, one of them stopping at your cheek as he smirked. if he wasn’t careful, he could fuck up and draw blood. he was tip-toeing the small line here.

a small line that if he crossed, you’d switch up this silly little game immediately, taking the control of the show and making him the contestant.

live only for you.

but, you entertain his farce of dominance, a smile playing on your lips as you see what he has in store…if he had anything, that is.

“you’ve been waiting for me all day, haven’t you?” he asks, clearly rhetorical as he caresses your cheek gently, his voice steady as he speaks. he leads you down to the bed with teeth raking your neck as he crawls over you. there’s something fun about watching him try and fluster you, to get you to say the things he wants. but you were no people pleaser.

“perhaps. unfortunately i can’t say the same for you,” you respond, your smile forming into more of a smirk at the ends of your lips as your hands snake around his delicate waist, tightening around it like a corset.

you can already see the hesitation in his eyes, the brief moment of surprise at your sudden grasp. it was too easy to surprise this man. it’s a wonder he hasn’t exploded yet.

“what do you mean by that?” he asks, his eyebrows furrowing in both nervousness and curiosity, almost like he didn’t want to know. the fingers on your cheek seem to barely just get too rough as he looked at you.

“don’t act like i didn’t hear you in the office this morning, moaning my name like some prayer,” you mock, your knee slotting between his legs with ease. vox keels over at the sudden feeling, a sharp gasp getting punched out of his system with little effort.

“impatient.”

“what’s the big deal? am i not allowed to jerk off anymore?” he complains, bringing himself back up to his hand and knees over you as he glares with indignation.

“i told you to wait.”

“and i don’t remember needing to!” vox snarled, the grasp on your face tightening until you saw him pull it away, a droplet of blood adorning his finger.

simply unacceptable.

instantly, with a loud yelp of complaint and confusion, he hits the mattress with a thud, cursing in annoyance as he looks up at you. his face, once filled with irritation, shifted into one of almost astonished fear as he gazed upon your expression, cold and unforgiving.

“i’ll make you remember.”

his screen flickers before going back to normal, his face scrunched up in anger as he spat out his unwise words.

“i’d like to see you try.”

so, try you did.

his hands were cuffed with plush handcuffs to the bed-frame—you know he wouldn’t be able to handle real ones—and of course since he was never good with self-control, he had a cock ring on as a ‘treat’.

you’re delighted by how much of a fight he puts up though. considering how fragile his ego is, you were sure that he’d melt into your hands the moment you bound him to the bed.

“this is your plan?” vox rolled his eyes, watching you pour lubricant on your fingers with an unimpressed look. “not very impressive. you’ll need more—ngh! shit! give a guy some warning—!”

“beggars can’t be choosers.”

“i don’t fucking beg—!”

“you will.”

there was no mercy from that point forth. one finger after the other, shocks of electricity would course through his veins, mouth agape as your quick hand inside kept making him feel sparks of pleasure through his entire body.

“let me—cum! ass—zz—hole!” he shouted, tugging at the handcuffs to no avail. he wanted to touch himself so bad, yet you were adamant.

“if you ask nicely, maybe,” you tell him, circling your fingers before pressing deep onto that electric spot again, making him cry out in frustration and enjoyment.

all he could do was shoot you a disgusted look before yelling once more, kicking the blanket underneath him in exasperation. his anguish crackled through his veins like a current, trying to fight the urge to just submit.

but it was all too much. he was weak, even if he convinces all of hell that he’s not, he wouldn’t be able to fool you. the bucks of your fingers were replaced with the movement of your hips, making him wail for more.

an hour had passed, and his indignant claims of “i don’t feel anything!” or “you’ll never get me to beg!” shifted into more pleasant glitching screams of “don’t stop!” and “please, more!”

finally, he was using his manners.

“let me cum—ple—zz—se! i c-can’t—!” vox cried out as you quicken the pace, thrashing underneath you with his legs now wrapped around your waist, holding for dear life as you drive into him.

“i—hic—mm! ‘m s—zz—sorry! ‘msorry-AH! sorry!” his back curves off the bed as he squirms, crying in earnest now. tears fell his face with broken pixels blinking in and out underneath, his screen cutting at random points to an error warning from the overstimulation.

“pathetic,” you spit out, your hands digging into his hips as you practically manhandled the man, making him move once he lost all the energy to match your movements. “you listen to me. you do what i say, and you don’t talk back.”

you hear him shriek desperately as you grab his cock, red and weeping as you overwhelm him with pleasure, but never letting him over the edge.

“do you understand? you’re mine.”

you run your finger underneath his tip, and you see him glitch out into an expression you truly loved.

his screen was tear stained and his were graphics broken, yet it was clear enough to see the hypnotizing hearts that pulsated in his eyes as he yelled in defeat, small whimpers leaving his ruined throat as he babbled on and on.

“yours! your—yours! ngh—! please! pl—let me cum! plea—zz—oh, FUCK!”

his whole body trembles from need like electricity burned his skin. his legs fall from your waist, too weak to hold them around you anymore, yet you catch them, pushing the underside of his thighs until he was folded in half.

“cum for me then.”

instantly, vox does as you say as you slip the cock ring off of him, his wails loud enough to shake the room as he finds his release. his screen completely blanks out for a second as a shock flitters around his wrists, frying the cuffs and making them break into two before slumping back down to the bed.

you can’t even scold him for letting his powers go rampant before he pulls you over him, wrapping his arms around you as he sniffles into your ear.

“thank you—hic—thank…thank…”

this big baby. you sigh, rubbing your hands on his sides gently as you kiss his cheek. “yeah, yeah. just remember this the next time you think about acting out, okay?” you said quietly, feeling him nod into your shoulder as he starts to slowly relax.

but as per usual, he apparently forgets what you taught him in the next week.

fortunately, you’re a patient teacher. and you’ll remind him again and again about the lessons he foolishly dismisses.

sorry that this is shit 💀 i tried my best but the writing juices arent flowing this week😭 hopefully this weekend i wont have writer’s block and will blast through all yall’s reqs!! trust me, im working on them <3

RAAAAA IVE GOTTEN SM ASKS TO ELABORATE LMAO- IM MOSTLY GONNA TALK AB THE SOUNDING IN THIS ONE CUZ NONNIEEEE U READ MY MINDDDDD

🥀Cw: smut, sub!vox, sounding, overstimulation, dirty talk, slapping, master kink, humiliation kink, SOFT AFTERCARE!!!, you fuck him in front of his camera so he can watch himself, no joke yall fuck until he passes out

🥀minors dni

Love your writing btw (≧◡≦)💕

𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐩 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧! 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫

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⋆｡𖦹°‧★ The age difference is noticeable and often earns disapproval from others. After years of carving out his place in the city, people expect Alastor to choose a partner who reflects his establishment. Your youth and relative inexperience don't fit that expectation. He's aware of his reputation and never pretends otherwise. “If this unsettles them,” he says mildly, “that is their discomfort to manage, not ours.”

⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Alastor respects your autonomy and delights in the fire you bring to the relationship. “What would you like to do?” he asks one evening, genuinely interested in your answer. When you raise an eyebrow, he chuckles softly. “Experience teaches many things, but it does not grant authority over another’s life.”

⋆｡𖦹°‧★ The relationship is built on mutual admiration, and he stands by it. You admire his composure, wit, and command, of course. In turn, he cherishes your perspective and the way you challenge him. “You are not an echo of me,” he tells you once. “And I would never want you to be.”

⋆｡𖦹°‧★ During intimate moments, the age gap manifests itself in his patience. He's never one to rush or assume familiarity. He devotes himself to learning your body and earning your trust. His touch is gentle, meant to reassure rather than overwhelm. Alastor takes pleasure in pleasing you slowly. He worships you at an unhurried pace, allowing comfort to settle naturally between you both. “Tell me,” he gasps, positioning your legs apart. “Does this suit you?” His focus is unwavering.

⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Alastor would never treat the age gap as something inherently transactional or sexually gratifying. It's not your youth that captures his interest, but rather, your substance and soul. He offers guidance and protection, never ownership. “I know a thing or two,” he remarks once with an amused smile, “and I would be remiss not to put that knowledge to good use. Oblige me and do the same, would you, Dear?” Count on him to bring out the best in you.

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NSFW!

Kinktober Masterlist

pairing: trans (ftm) leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags: nsfw, smut, porn without plot, drunk, cunnilingus, reader is pussy drunk, vaginal fingering, suppressing moans, sex in a public place, degradation, multiple orgasms; no talking

a/n: i like to think of leon as a trans person (especially when he's an old, eheh) if you don't like it, please, don't read it! and the idea is from a very old bot with leon doing cunni in the club's restroom. if i find the bot, i'll definitely tag the author ^⁠_⁠^

Sub Death Island! Leon X Fem Top! Reader🕸️

Summary: Leon arrives home from Alcatraz Island, wanting nothing more than to enjoy his vacation with you properly. He’s lucky, because you knew exactly how to help him wind down.

CW:18+,PORN NO PLOT, NO MINORS, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, FULLY CONSENSUAL, CLOTHED SEX, FROTTAGE, BEGGING, HUMILIATION + DEGRADATION KINK.

A/N: You’re too sweet anon, that one is horribly written imo😭 but I LOVE me a good submissive older leon, the devil works hard but I work harder, so I’ll keep writing them. My NSFW isn’t the best, so I hesitate posting these compared to my SFW. I hope you like this improved version as much as I enjoyed writing for it🖤

Leon should have felt ashamed, really, or that’s what society expects a masculine, bulky, man like him to be. The agent’s morals lied elsewhere, he never believed a woman couldn’t please him any less.

Even when he was younger, if the experience felt good and ignited positive emotions, that was what mattered most, rather than the average stereotype. He and his first ex girlfriend also tried out other sexual acts, positions included.

He loved you as much as you loved him, during intimacy, if safe words and consent was established, it wouldn’t bother him whatsoever. Neither would Leon hold a grudge if you wished to withdraw halfway through, even if he was mid orgasm, he could take care of the rest himself.

However, any time you laid a hand on him, he shamelessly would subject himself to anything you had in mind or wanted to experiment with. Besides, he’s not embarrassed to admit he loved being taken care of, instead of constantly being the one in control.

You had taunted him continuously through text on his way back from San Francisco. Leon was forced to hide the way his boner popped out from the rest of the team. If he was found out, he’d never hear the end of it from that point on.

Though, the risk alone of being accidentally exposed by the others sent blood pumping south even more. He was on his best behavior, making sure not to touch himself, since your hands felt better than his large, much rougher ones.

It was worth the wait because there you were, awaiting his arrival with an expectant gaze, tapping your thigh, a clear sign of an open invitation.

Leon hadn’t even bothered to change out, far too aroused just by looking at you. Other than his bulletproof vest carelessly tossed aside to the floor, he was more than desperate for your sinful caresses where he needed it most.

So that’s exactly why he was was currently straddling your thigh, hands on your shoulders, rocking his hips back and forth, the bulge of his straining cock evident beneath his tactical pants.

“Please! Please! Stop teasing me… that’s enough—just fuck me already!” Leon whimpered, crumbling with only the soft flesh of your leg. “I need your big cock inside me honey—I can’t take it anymore!“ Leon moaned, his glossy lips parting.

Leon wasn’t afraid to admit he had a guilty pleasure for your strap pounding deep inside him if he was particularly bratty. He didn’t mind sucking your strap off either, if he gagged on it , he convinced himself that it was entirely his fault, not yours.

He pressed your foreheads together, shoving his lips against yours sloppily, his teeth accidentally gnashing and clicking right into yours. Whenever it came to you being on top, he felt like a horny teenager all over again.

You could feel the way his light stubble scraped against your face with each desperate kiss. Your fingers dug into the scarred muscle beneath his shirt, as he rut into your leg, with more feverish intensity than before.

“That’s it babe. Go ahead and use my leg like the filthy bitch in heat you are.” You panted in between kisses, equally hot and bothered as he was. Your panties were fully soaked, getting high off every loud noise he was making.

“It’s not— I need more—baby please, I’m begging you— Oh god 'm gonna— oh god, oh fuck, fuck, fuck—“

Leon whined, pulling away from your lips, rubbing his erect groin against your clothed cunt, a wet spot appearing in the front of his jeans, searching for the friction you refused to give him. He already soiled the inside of his boxers, all sticky and warm with precum.

Beneath his blue shirt, which reeked of previous gunpowder and perspiration, your hands ran over the old lesions, faded away with time. It never failed to make him shudder under your touch.

The familiar scent of his musk had you bucking your hips forward against his dick, the stiff rock hardness a soothing relief to the throbbing pulse between yours. You twisted and turned a tight little bud, rubbing your index finger over it.

“Wanna show me how sensitive your cock is?” You whisper lifting the base of his shirt up, trailing downward kisses, then nibbling the bud with the front of your teeth. You began sucking like you could milk his pecs completely dry.

You toyed around with his spit-laced nipple so well he tossed his head back, voice cracking with shaky moans. You used your hot breath, exhaling, flicking your tongue side to side. You could see the smallest traces of goosebumps littering his skin each time your wet muscle moved.

“A-ah, that feels so good! Ngh—I’m gonna need so much more than that to cum for you honey—“

Leon gasped out, his back arching at the sudden stimulation to his bud, quivering above you. His thighs were trembling, as he tried his hardest not to squeeze them together. His testicles practically ached each time you denied his orgasm.

His hands weren’t a secondary option to touch himself and you’d make sure of that, swatting them away if deemed necessary.

You detached your swollen red lips from his upper body, satisfied at all the love bites surrounding him, the teeth marks littering the skin.

You pulled his shirt back down harshly. It filled you with immense amount of pride knowing that only you got to undo his usually stoic and cheeky self this way. Along with seeing his physique underneath all his clothing.

“What was that? You gonna come in your pants for me, sweetheart?” You purred against his chest, as if you were a succubus meant to corrupt him.

To be fair even if you were, he’d let you, anytime you wanted, if he was feeling a little more risky, he’d love nothing more than to be in a public space where you two could potentially get caught love making.

“N-No! Not without your permission!” He whined, his face crinkling with tears and pleasure.

You were sat on the couch, thighs spread out for him to use. Each time he’d protest, you’d reassure him you’d be fine beneath his much heavier weight. It always grounded you, a constant reminder that he came home alive once more.

You weren’t some fragile, petite individual who needed someone to step in. You hated that shitty label, who the hell set that up for women? In fact, you’d much rather portray yourself as a heroine instead.

Leon admired that independent trait, he didn’t have to worry so much knowing you could handle your own skin should anything occur if he wasn’t around.

"Should I touch my favorite whore? When you look so pretty like this, I might not be able to restrain myself.” You teased, using the back of your hand to brush the part of his bangs that stuck to his temple. He shuddered with a soft moan, nuzzling against your hand.

“Y-Yes! Honey—Ah, touch me— over here please.” He panted yanking your hand in his, shoving it against his covered groin, with every roll of his hips. “I need your hands on me.”

In response, you began palming him gently, your thumb tracing the needy head over the fabric tent. You pushed against it, releasing a few spurts of cum beneath your fingers into the front of his pants. You squeezed, playing with his balls just right.

“Christ— Hng—ahh, you feel amazing, treating me like that— turns me on every time.” He said choking on his own words halfway.

It caused his knees to buckle inwards as you lifted your thigh upwards the best you could, emitting a higher pitched whine. His face crinkling with ecstasy.

Your previous partners always shut down your suggestion to be the dominant one, crushing your self esteem. As a result you were far less willing to take your relationships to the next level in the bedroom after that.

So when you met Leon, you were expecting to receive the same backlash like the others. Only this time, he was your first boyfriend to be open to it, hell, grateful wouldn’t even begin to describe the way you felt, so you’d show him just how much through your actions instead.

"Shit, Leon you're so hard right now—-making a dirty fuckin’ mess all over my jeans." You groaned letting go of his dick, rolling your hips upwards, the heat from the fabric and the familiar pressure in your gut starting to coil.

“Only you turn me into this mess, fuck— not that anyone needs to know.” He grinned, with a heavy breathless chuckle.

“No one will— it’s just us.” You moaned lightly. “You’re all mine to for me to keep, so don’t forget it.”

You said as you scoffed lightheartedly in response, since Leon was practically bouncing against your thigh now, so close to his own release.

The couch was groaning beneath the repeated motions, the older man met his lips with yours, while he humped faster. Leon loved when you were on a possessive streak, made him feel like he had a sense of belonging.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna cum—most definitely like the whore I am—“ He grunted, huskily, his mouth parting for a bit. “No regrets about that.”

His hands met your nape, yours hands now on the muscle of his ass, squeezing hard, the friction began to almost burn the quicker he went. You utilized the opportunity of his open mouth, slamming yours into his, swirling your tongue around, exploring the inside.

You sucked hard on his tongue as he gasped, trying to come up for a slip for air with your ruthless kisses. Upon orgasming Leon pulled back with an shudder, a string of saliva connecting your parted lips as he finally came hard into his boxers, heaving heavily from the post bliss.

You came at the same time, pressing your thighs together over his, clawing into Leon’s back, leaving a trail of red.

Leon hissed at the sting, hips twitching, the puddle in front of his jeans even larger now, riding out the last of his release. He finally came to a slow stop, resting his head on your shoulder, fucked out of his mind without being inside you. You could feel the moisture from his previously shed tears into your shirt.

“Thank you.” He croaked out, voice hoarse from all the sounds he was making, your poor neighbors. “You make it worth my while, knowing I have a reason to keep going, and possibly to get my brains turned to mush instead of eaten.” He said with an airy laugh, like he just ran a mile.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, I’ll run the shower for us. I hope you know, I ruined my favorite pair of jeans all for you.” You snorted in disbelief, equally worn out, if not worse. You couldn’t even bring yourself to be upset right now.

You could practically feel the shit eating grin spreading across his face, acting like he wasn’t begging mere seconds ago. Leon sighed contently at the softness of your hands intertwined in his dark brown hair, his body relaxing in your embrace.