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needy catboy sanzu! who dry humps you until your panties are soaking wet 'cuz he can't just help it your adorable little cunny was just begging him to do so!~

needy catboy sanzu! who slids a hand underneath your panties to finger you teasingly then he brings his finger to his mouth to lick it off clean.

needy catboy sanzu! who begs on his knees to let him fuck your ridiculously big tits whilst also humping your right leg.

— ★ TR BOYS KINKS

sexual content , cussing , oral (male receiving) , nipple play , size kink , face fucking , role playing , cum eating , praising , ( tr boys x fem,reader)

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— ✧.* NIPPLE PLAY KINK

love loves LOVES your perfect breasts small or large and even medium any size he reaches up and cups your breasts, squeezing them gently before rolling your nipples between his fingers.

" mmm, such perfect tits. so perfect..." he leans down and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently.

he leans down and starts to lick your breasts, swirling his tongue around your hard nipples. he moves to your other side, sucking and biting gently to leave more hickeys.

he's marking you like an animal claiming his territory. he moves back to your breasts, sucking hard on your nipples to leave hickeys there too. " there we go... now it looks better.."

ׂ╰┈➤ mikey , chifuyu , naoto , rindou , inui , shinichiro , kakucho

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— ✧.* SIZE KINK

you're smaller than him and he likes it.. not actually he loves it he puts you down on his lap he shifts slightly, making sure you can feel his growing bulge against your thigh.

he squeezes your thighs, emphasizing his size difference but you don't really notice well.. you’re just used to it.

sometimes he hides your things just for the enjoy of you looking around, then asking for his help would never admit it though.

he purposefully takes his time reaching for the item, letting his hard cock press against your bare ass more firmly. he hovers over you intentionally to make you feel small and desired.

" you're so fucking gorgeous..." he says in a husky whisper, running his large hands down your bare arms.

ׂ╰┈➤ taiju , izana , hanma , ran , baji , draken , hakkai

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— ✧.* ROLE PLAY KINK

you brought up this idea to him he thought about it .. it wasn’t such a bad idea why not try it out?

he sits in the chair, stunned by your sudden movement and the sight of your cute, knee-high socks. as you unbuckle his pants, his mind races with excitement and anticipation. he grips the armrests tightly, his knuckles turning white as you reveal his massive, throbbing erection.

a deep groan escapes his lips as your kitten-like lick meets his sensitive tip. his enormous cock twitches violently, reacting to the teasing contact. He looks down at you, his eyes glazed over with lust, watching your tiny, innocent-looking form kneeling between his powerful thighs. " fuck..."

he couldn’t help it and also couldn’t lie he was enjoying the role play but fuck your were teasing him he snapped.

his breathing becomes ragged and shallow, his abs tightening as he feels the familiar tingling sensation in his balls. he knows he's close, dangerously close to losing control and filling your tiny mouth with his seed. " shit... shit... i'm gonna cum..."

with a strangled groan, he unleashes a torrent of hot, thick cum directly into your throat. his massive cock pulses violently, pumping load after load of his essence into your tiny mouth.

he holds you firmly in place, ensuring every last drop is swallowed. " fuuuuck..."

ׂ╰┈➤ sanzu , mitsuya , kazutora , kisaki , kokonoi

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genre: gn!reader. MDNI, suggestive... though it's not meant to be, it can be read as somewhat dubcon

"was my request not simple enough?"

somehow– and you couldn't tell if it was a good thing or not– sanzu's voice always made you shiver, especially when his words felt like they carried a thinly veiled threat, filling you with anticipatory fear of a punishment that never seemed to actually come– yet, you think. your eyes scan sanzu's as he stalks toward you like you're prey. you swallow the lump in your throat, then finally respond meekly, "it was... i'm sorry."

he sighs with resignation, clicking his tongue at you dismissively– or is it teasingly? he looks down at you, his long, pale lashes fluttering expectantly as he waits for you to explain why you've chosen to disobey him.

"i took the video. it just felt too... perverted to press send." you slump in your seat.

"perverted?"

a choice word.

it fits nicely in your mouth, he thinks. he laughs amusedly, and you watch in quiet awe the way the diamond scars at the corners of his lips stretch just slightly. "you think i'm perverted?" he whispers, outstretched fingertips dancing along your jawline as he draws closer, lips just slightly grazing your ear. "i guess i'll have to force those pretty sounds out of you if you won't make them for me yourself," he hums.

Too Touchy for Just Friends

vivian hugo x reader

genre: smut , wc: 3k , slight ooc

contains: virginity loss, pervert vivian, no protection sex.

Hugo was your best friend. You two were inseparable, like peas in a pod. You’d been with him since the beginning of his career, long before the fame, before the cameras constantly followed him around, before women started throwing themselves at him every chance they got. Back then, he was just Hugo—your Hugo. The boy who’d walk you home after school, steal fries off your plate, and complain endlessly whenever training got too hard.

a/n: love at first sight is real y’all. 

ac from here

synopsis: hugo’s heart beating out of his chest when he sees you. 

vivian hugo had been told, many times, that he was strange. strange as in the "why did you just make laser sound effects while opening a soda can?" kind of way. not that he really cared at the end of the day. 

he liked weird things. he liked old sci-fi movies. he liked making little "beep beep" noises when backing away from people in crowded hallways. he liked staring at clouds and pretending they were spaceships. 

love, however? love was stupid. love was inefficient. love was the reason half his teammates made terrible decisions. 

then he saw you. and suddenly– 

badump. 

he stopped walking. 

badump. 

the world seemed to pause. 

badump. 

"... huh." 

you were standing outside a café, sunlight catching on your sunglasses as you laughed at something on your phone. that was it. you weren't doing anything dramatic. you weren't rescuing puppies or descending from heaven or whatever. you were literally just standing there, like a normal civilian. 

yet all hugo could hear was– 

badump. 

badump. 

badump. 

he stared. you looked up. your eyes met. you smiled. 

and hugo, in all his brilliance, immediately walked straight into a street sign. 

CLANG. 

the sound echoed down the entire sidewalk. 

for a second, everything went silent. then your eyes widened before your legs rushed over. 

"oh my gosh, are you okay???” 

before hugo could even process his own embarrassment, you were already hurrying over to him, concern written all over your face. your hand lightly touched his forehead as you checked for injuries, and suddenly the pain from the collision became completely irrelevant. 

because you were looking at him. talking to him. worried about him. 

BADUMP. 

BADUMP. 

BADUMP. 

his heart was going insane. he barely heard your question over the sound of it. in fact, he was pretty sure it was trying to escape his chest entirely. 

you were beautiful. kind. attentive. and you had rushed over to help a complete stranger who had just lost a fight against a metal pole. 

there’s only one logical explanation, hugo thought as he stared at you, completely dazed. 

ah. so this is destiny. 

that had to be it. there was absolutely no other reason his heart had chosen this exact moment to start screaming. 

BADUMP. 

BADUMP. 

BADUMP. 

yep. he was in love. 

yan! ethan winters who wouldn’t stop at anything for you. he’d chase you to the ends of the earth before you could leave him. it’s only you, don’t you know? you’re the only one for him.

yan! ethan winters has so much love in his heart, it spills into everything he does. he leaves notes by your lunch (which you never make yourself, it’s always made by him) with cute drawings and an inspirational message.

yan! ethan winters who’d let the world burn before he lost you. and he has. he’s gone through hell and high water to keep you at his side.

yan! ethan winters who has to be near you at all times. always holding you, caressing your face, always some form of contact.

yan! ethan winters who’d never let anyone get close to you. he’d allow your friends, sure, but god forbid someone flirt with you. they’d piss their pants and run screaming when ethan’s done with them.

“You know she can barely hold her head up, right? She won’t fulfill your wishes,” you answer, smiling as you watch Leon play with your three-month-old. Your husband, who complains that his daughter is growing too fast, is desperate for her to say her first words.

“She’s a smart girl, isn’t she?” he asks before blowing a raspberry on her tummy, earning a giggle from his little girl. Leon can’t help himself before pinching her chubby cheeks. “She’ll be speaking in no time.”

“Say dada, sweetheart. Dada.” He drags out the word, hoping that it’ll incite her to speak. As if the refined motor skill just needs some motivation from dad for it to get going. You let out a low laugh before deciding that you’ll let your husband be.

You never pictured Leon as this type of father. While he made it clear that he was overjoyed, you didn’t expect him to be so loving with the baby. It’s only natural though. And you can say that you’re overjoyed as you discover this new side of Leon. A side only you and your daughter get to see.

“Look she’s about to–” Leon’s eyes widen as she opens her mouth. He’s filled with false hope until he remembers that she loves to put her hands in her mouth. He sighs before he lets out a chuckle. He kisses her cheeks before saying, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Honey, she won’t speak any time soon,” you remind him and he shakes his head.

“Don’t listen to mama, love. She doesn’t know just how smart you are,” he says, eyes engrossed with the baby. He looks at her adoringly up until she sneezes– And even then he’s completely enamored. She has the absolutely cutest sneezes. 

“Backfire.”

MDNI. Taking Leon back probably wasn’t a great idea, considering you didn’t seem to be good for one another. That didn’t matter to him—as you find a not so composed ex boyfriend at your door step, begging you to take him back.

tags: light angst, leon has mommy issues, makeup p in v, subby! re2r leon, creampie, elusions to toxic relationships. || note: thank you for the req! i love subby leon. especially when he’s pathetic.

Your relationship with Leon was perfect at first. Maybe that was the problem. It seemed you set yourself up for a dream, not reality. He was picture perfect after all. Handsome as they come with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. Perfectly placed moles you kissed. A name that you found yourself cursing most nights.

Leon Kennedy. The cute officer that pulled you over one night. You ran into him by coincidence a few weeks later and he asked if you’d like to get dinner. A nervous, awkward wreck that had you head over heels in love. He was charismatic and sweet, a man right out a romance novel. He offered flowers and kisses. Long drawn apologies when he had to work late. It was smooth sailing until it wasn’t.

You were done with an off and on relationship. Sick and tired of arguing over small things and drifting apart. You weren’t good for eachother. But Leon didn’t care about any of that. He didn’t care if his friends told him to move on or to meet other people. It was you he wanted.

It was late, and you were taking time to collect everything your now ex-boyfriend left at your house. A half-empty bottle of wine sat on the counter beside your cellphone. “Do Not Disturb” blocked the missed phone calls.

You’d only broken up with Leon the week before, and he tried playing it civil. Mature. “If that’s what you think is best.” Or so you thought. Your doorbell ringing repeatedly made you groan and set the box on the kitchen table.

You made your way over to the front door, unlocking it with a pit in your stomach. You had an inkling idea of who it could’ve been. The lock clicked once, and you swung it open, met with the far less composed Leon you knew. You met his eyes, his cheeks red as if he’d been crying. The way he shifted on his feet, squeezing a bouquet of flowers in his hands gave the impression he’d been drinking.

“I hope you didn’t drive here.” You scoffed, looking past him for his jeep. He frowned when you said that.

“It’s not a long drive.” He didn’t take his eyes off of you for a second, looking like a stray puppy on the street. Begging someone to take him home. “I just had to see you.” He cleared his throat and held out the flowers. “Your favorite.” He tried to smile. “Can we talk .. Please?” His lower lip trembled with those words, baby blues eyes pleading.

You looked away, fighting your inner morality. It was stupid to let him in. You’d do the same thing as always—fight and make up. His insistent whining to give him another chance had you stepping away to give him room. “Fine. You can take your things while you’re here.” You dismissively held the door open for him.

Leon clamored inside, practically throwing himself into your arms. “Thank you, thank you.” He nuzzled into your shoulder, squeezing you tight against his shivering body. You caught a whiff of his breath, confirming your suspicions. “I missed you so much.” He whimpered, pulling away to look at your face.

“I’m sure you did.” You tried to squirm away, but he held tighter. He had always been clingy. Expecting you to be there each time he needed someone. “I swear, it’s like you need a mother, not a girlfriend.” You tilted your head away from his sad eyes and pout.

For a moment, he wasn’t sure how to respond to that. You were right, he looked for a maternal figure in you. Underlying mommy issues that he wasn’t about to unpack.

“Don’t you see? I need you.” His voice broke on the last word, shaking hands moved to cradle your face. “I don’t want anyone else, nobody understands me like you. Or treats me like you do.” He babbled, tears welling in his eyes. “I don’t care if we bring eachother down. I couldn’t stand it if you hated me.” He sounded pathetic, devotion laced words that came out with passion. Not regret.

“Leon,” You sighed, wiping away the tears than began to run down his pretty face. “No, no. I don’t hate you. I could never hate you.” You tried to soften your tone, rubbing his cheeks. “Hate is a very strong word. Maybe I wish you’d listen once in a while. Or say things I don’t mean..” You trailed off, the sight of his tears had you breaking down. Falling for his charms. “But it doesn’t mean I don’t want what’s best for you. If that means not being with me, then so be it.” You were honest, knowing it was better than stringing him along.

Leon stared back at you like you’d slapped him. A physical sting from those words had him finally letting you go. Only to walk over to the kitchen, spotting the box of his belongings. Upon closer look, it had gifts he’d given to you as well.

“Don’t say that.” He reached inside and pulled out a locket he’d given you. The date of your anniversary engraved on the back. “You can’t tell me this doesn’t mean anything to you.” He dangled it by the chain, then tossed it back on top of the stack of clothes and gifts. He rested his hands on either side of it, as if contemplating the past year together.

“Of course it does!” You were by his side immediately, hesitant to rest your hand on his shoulder. “Please, don’t think like that. Look at it this way.” You began while attempting to soothe him. It left you feeling like the mother he needed. “We had good times, and bad times.”

Before you could continue, Leon was cutting you off. “Good times.” He tilted his head up to look at you with a hopeful expression. “Weren’t the good times better than the rest? You can’t look me in the eye and tell me that you weren’t happy with me.” He took your hands in his, intertwining your fingers and squeezing tight.

“I wasn’t … unhappy. Not the whole time.” You met him half-way, failing to meet his gaze. It wasn’t a constant. Sure, he frustrated the hell out of you, but he was getting to you.

“I know.” He tugged you closer, fumbling to pull you into a clumsy embrace. You didn’t fight back, instead you reciprocated. You let him kiss at your throat and say he was sorry. You tangled your fingers in sandy blonde hair and said you were sorry too.

You were tipsy yourself, giving into Leon’s whims. There was no use giving up on something that was clearly in full force. He loved you, and there was nothing you could do about it. He stumbled you to the couch, draping himself on top of you with a groan.

“I missed you soooo much,” He drawled, kissing your chin to your lips. He groaned into it, licking into your mouth as he began to grind his hips against yours. “I love you, love you a lot.” He mumbled against your lips, scrambling to undress you beneath him.

“I love you too.” You panted out, tugging his shirt over his head. He glanced up at you with a pitiful pout. “Can we? Can I .. Please? I want you so bad. I wanna forget we ever broke up.” His words were a bit slurred from his emotional outburst.

You knew that it was a mistake. A no good, messy cycle to get caught up in. But with Leon, maybe you’d make it.

“Yes.” You gave in, letting him eagerly strip you down for his eyes only, peppering kisses over each inch of skin he exposed. When he sat up off of you, you lended a hand. You reached out to help unbuckle his belt, and he let out a breathy moan at your touch. He lifted his hands out the way to give you control.

“Please,” He whined, squirming as you tugged his jeans down his thighs. The creamy expanse of skin with darker blonde hair, and his aching cock twitched for attention. He let you switch your positions, hands on your hips as you straddled him instead.

The noise you heard was heavenly. “Please, please. I love you so much, I want us to be okay again.” Leon was babbling once more, eyes focusing on where your bare pussy hovered over his leaking tip. Precum blurted out, making his hips jerk up to graze your wet entrance.

“I know, I know.” You hushed him, guiding the head of his cock to where it craved to be. You slid down slowly, taking every thick inch of him until your thighs were on either side of his. His head tilted back with another whimper, twitching inside of you.

The prettiest whines spilled from his lips as he thrusted up. “You always feel s’ good.” He leaned in to kiss you once more, gasping with your downward motions. It was rough and frantic, the way Leon humped into you, going on and on about how badly he needed you. You grasped his shoulders each time you were bounced on his lap, each time he throbbed inside.

“Please, ‘m not gonna last long.” He whimpered, eyes glazed over with tears. His hands grasped your hips, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises in the shape of his fingers.

It had you moaning his name, hooking your arms around the back of his neck as you grinded your hips down. He slid his fingers between your bodies, sloppily rubbing at your clit. You became much slicker around him, the wet noises filling the room.

Leon was noisy, sliding his free hand up to cup your breast. “You’re so pretty, I’m sorry I fucked up.” He panted, blinking up at you with puppy dog eyes. It was hard to resist an apology with his cock driving into you.

“You’re so stubborn.” You choked out, feeling your walls squeeze him tighter. “I-I can’t stand you sometimes.” You gripped his shoulders harder, unable to fight the pleasure of his rabbiting hips.

His whines became breathy grunts. “That’s when I want you the most.” He admitted, hips bucking up to meet your downward movements. “When you’re mad at me.” He smiled, a charming boyish look. You could’ve smacked the smile off his face if not for the sheer ecstasy he was giving you. It seemed you were proving his point by ignoring that.

His fingers were busy on your pulsing bud, slick from your arousal. “Shit, ‘m gonna cum.” You arched against him, bare chest pressed to his as he held you tighter. As your release washed over you, you felt him throb inside—no doubt close himself.

“Oh, oh, fuck.” Leon whined, bucking his hips up harder. “Inside, please..” He nuzzled into your neck. “Can I?” He mumbled, peppering kisses over your collarbones. You felt his spit on your skin, begging not to pull out.

“Yeah.” You nodded, squirming when his tongue ran over one of your nipples. It only speared him further into you, the overstimulation of him suckling at your sensitive bud. “Leon,” You whined, and he pulled off with a pop as he stared up at you.

“Mmm? s’ close. I love you so bad.” He was whining, fucking up into you with a few more rough bucks of his hips. He whimpered something breathy, as he stuffed you full of his load.

With a huff, he was wrapping his arms around your back to keep you close. “God, really .. I do love you that much.” He slurred, tilting his head back to press his lips to yours. A sloppy kiss, albeit sweet.

The words made you swoon.. and sleeping with Leon was amazing. You wanted to sarcastically thank him for making it worse. There was no way you could go through with leaving him .. again that is.

MDNI. Puppy! Leon was driven by sheer instinct and hormones. Asking him to slow down was asking the ridiculous .. the near impossible. (or he didn’t want to.)

tags: knotting, rough p in v, puppy hybrid! leon, breeding kink, established relationship.

Your cheek was smushed into the pillows as Leon rutted into you from behind. “Oh, my pretty owner.” He grasped at your hips, licked a stripe up your neck to the back of your ear. It made you shiver. “I’m sorry.” He whined, ears flat on his head. “It can’t be that bad, feels so good.” He hummed, his hips never stopping their relentless pace. rough and needy.

“Leon! It’s too much.” You managed to choke out, nails digging into the sheets. “You need to slow down.” You panted, bare chest dragging against the mattress with each jerk of your body. You knew it was a stupid idea, giving into your puppy’s whining and begging. He knew how to persuade you, knew how to get exactly what he wanted. It started with wanting to sleep in your bed, and barging in on your bath time to join in. It seemed Leon lacked the concept of personal space. (or boundaries.) Yet you let him get away with it.

“Can’t.” He growled, fingers squishing into the fat of your hips. “S’ close already, gotta fill you up.” His breath was warm on your ear, his tongue running over it. You could only whimper, feeling his drool run down your cheek. “Give you my puppy knot.” He nuzzled into your shoulder, his hips snapping with increased intensity. It was frantic, chasing his high.

“Leon, please slow down. I-I’m serious,” Your words came out in slurred mumbles, the pleasure became hard to resist.

“Fuck, I-I can’t, gonna pop my knot s’ fast.” His chest was pressed to your back, humping you faster with every thrust. It was overstimulating to take him so deep and fast, over and over as his cock teased your cervix. “Gonna give you alll of it, make you a mommy.” He babbled, sliding his hands to grip your tummy.

“Leon,” You moaned, feeling his fluffy ears nudge your skin as he nuzzled close, as if he could rub his scent all over you. Claim you. If he wasn’t so needy, that is. He wasn’t typically the dominant one.

The metal name tag on his collar was cold when it brushed against your shoulder, reminding you of who owned who. Even if Leon acted spoiled and took what he wanted, he was yours. The very name you scolded and whimpered.

“Owner, my sweet owner.” He was drooling down your neck again, lapping at your skin and panting as he throbbed inside. Twitching and aching to knot your pussy. “Oh, F-Fuck.” A breathy whimper was spilled against your ear as he felt even thicker and bigger, grinding his hips as he stuffed you full. “Couldn’t help it.” Leon sounded a little embarrassed, panting as he kissed your cheek.

“You just wanted to.” You corrected, eyes fluttering shut. You were helplessly pinned beneath his sweaty body, not going anywhere for a good while.

Synopsis: Pop the cherry, rookie!

Tags: RE2!Leon x Fem!Reader, no apocalypse AU, smut, loss of virginity (Leon), mentions of public sex (blowjobs), masturbation (male), fingering (f), cowgirl position, unprotected sex, creampie, and more!

Note: Hey!! It's me again, and I've finally brought y'all something from our beloved rookie Leon. I missed y'all so much, i hope u like it! >.<

Leon sometimes felt like a bit of a failure. I mean, he wasn't that bad. He'd managed to graduate from the academy, landed a job at the R.P.D. station, and his superiors were so kind to him that he finally felt like he belonged somewhere. Until those conversations came along.

He always felt that pang of jealousy when he heard his colleagues talking about celebrating their anniversaries or how their beautiful girlfriends welcomed them home with open arms after long days at work. And all he got was a secondhand bed in his tiny rented apartment.

The truth was, Leon Virgin Kennedy had never touched a woman. Not even in his teens. He'd never gotten beyond an awkward, tongue-tied kiss at some drive-in theater in his hometown because the girls quickly lost interest when they noticed Leon's shaky hands.

And now there wasn't much time for dates. His behavior was too clumsy for flirting, and he wasn't one of those tough guys who attracted girls easily. He just sucked. He sucked, until he met you. Ah, God had finally answered his prayers because you'd agreed to go out with him after his attempt at flirting in the station's copy room.

"Are you, uh—are you free Friday night?" The words had slipped out with a hint of confidence, despite his hand slipping on a stack of photocopies. You laughed, of course, but agreed. Leon was going to have his first date since arriving in Raccoon City (loser).

The night had passed easily with silly conversation and easy laughter, ending with both of you sitting in his Jeep eating ice cream after a cheesy horror movie. After that, you gave him a good, wet make-out session in the back of his truck. The date ended with a sweet wave from your door, and Leon went home with a painful erection, pink cheeks, and swollen lips.

But you didn't stop there; you were on a mission to ruin him. You'd steal glances at him whenever you crossed paths at work, shamelessly rub your ass against him as you walked past, and he'd fall for it every single time because he had to run to the station bathroom with an erection in his blue uniform pants.

You even gave him a blowjob in the station bathroom. His first blowjob, at his damn workplace. Poor Leon came too fast, one hand tangled in your hair and his free hand to his lips so as not to attract the attention of his coworkers. After that, he walked around with unfocused eyes, as if he'd been high for the rest of the day.

He felt like a horny teenager again, unable to control the thing inside his pants and desperately jacking off after every date, thinking about your lips around him. And finally, the day came when you decided to take pity on this man. After a date at his apartment, few glasses of wine, and a delicious dinner, you decided to pounce on him. He simply thanked heaven that you made the first move, because he could barely maintain eye contact. But there was no time to think when he had you on top of him, moaning softly against his mouth.

You both stumbled into Leon's room and collapsed onto the small bed, which creaked a little too loudly. Your fingers tangled tightly in his hair, arching your back beneath him in anticipation as you felt him settle between your legs. Your clothes quickly became just a pile on his bedroom floor. His sweaty hands didn't know where to begin, so he chose to touch your tits first, feeling his fingers tremble against the tender flesh as he timidly squeezed them.

Then you guided one of his hands to your pussy, letting him feel the wetness blossoming between your open legs. He looked at you in surprise, as if he couldn't believe you were like this for him. After showing him how to touch you properly with his fingers, how you liked it, and what rhythm, you pushed him down so he was lying back. You climbed on top of him, stifling a giggle at the sight of his eyes wide with anticipation and his eager hands exploring your sides.

"You're...woah—perfect." he whispered with devotion, reverently caressing your thighs. He gazed at you as if the stars hung before him, his eyes shining beneath those thick lashes. He swallowed loudly as he watched you take him in your hand and guide him to your entrance, rubbing the tip first between your wet folds. He could feel the tip becoming completely wet with your arousal.

The mere provocation made his eyes close and he let out a low, almost trembling moan as he reflexively lifted his hips. From this angle, you could see his Adam's apple swaying and his arms, large from workouts, tensing as he gripped your hips tighter. He had no idea how incredibly sexy he looked like this.

With a smooth motion, the tip of his cock slid easily inside your hot walls, which swallowed it with equal eagerness. "Oh, hooly shit—" He groaned, his mouth opening at the sensation, his gaze fixed on where his cock was slowly disappearing inside you. His body trembled slightly with pleasure as the thick head of his cock reached its deepness point inside you.

His fingers dug into your hips, unsure whether to pull you closer or further away for the hot sensation of your walls tightening around him, letting him feel how wet you were, practically dripping all around him. His lips moved, but no words came out. He was already fucked just by being inside you.

You started to move, rubbing against him and teasing him before giving him what he really wanted. Although he was already breathing heavily, his cheeks flushed pink and his hair plastered to his sweaty forehead, as if he'd run a marathon. But he was just trying not to come too quickly.

"You feel like fucking heaven, I swear..." he whispered as his pretty face crinkled in a grimace of pure pleasure as he felt you begin to bounce on him. You leaned back, placing your hands on his thighs as you continued to ride him slowly, letting him see how his cock was buried to the last inch inside you and how your breasts swayed.

His thumb moved closer to gently lift the hood of your clit, beginning to make slow, careless circles as you rubbed against him, making you moan and throw your head back in pleasure.

When the friction wasn't enough, you leaned forward to place your hands on his chest and begin to ride him for real. You rode up and down every inch of his member, letting him see how wet you were getting him before he thrust deep inside you again. Having him inside felt so good that, combined with the way your clit was rubbing against his pelvis, you started to feel like you could come in record time.

"Wait, slower—" he whimpered, a real whimper, as his impotent hips lifted to chase your greedy pussy. "I'm gonna come, please…" He whined again, as if he were about to cry. His balls were full and tight, ready to empty at any moment. He was so adorable trying to hold on for a few more seconds, but the wet squelching of your pussy and your sweet moans weren't helping at all.

"it's okay, I want it inside—Give it to me." You murmured, your voice heavy with need and your face hot from bouncing on his cock as if you wanted to squeeze out every last drop of semen he had. All he could do was chase your lips, trying to kiss and hold you as he came completely, his hips contracting to push until every inch was inside, his balls buried deep. The sensation of his cock throbbing and shuddering inside you triggered your own orgasm, making you come around him with a small, muffled sob.

His moans were muffled in your mouth as he tried to hold you still, feeling you tremble from the aftershocks of your orgasm and catch your breath after filling you completely, feeling his hot load begin to overflow even with him still inside.

"I think I died and this is heaven." he whispered breathlessly, drenched in sweat, holding you tightly in his arms and inhaling your tousled hair, as if he needed you like he needed air. And maybe he did, because this man was already addicted and he wasn't going to let you go soon.

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he was trying so hard to look serious and that was what made it impossible not to smile.

leon kneeled between your legs on the couch. fresh from a shower, his damp blonde hair fell over his forehead in soft, uneven pieces. no tactical gear, no gun holster. just an oversized gray shirt and pink ears because you had been kissing him for the last five minutes and he didn’t know what to do with himself. 

his hands held your waist awkwardly, as if he hadn’t earned the right to touch you yet.

you kissed the corner of his mouth. then the other.

then right over his smile that he tried to hide.

“you’re so needy,” he teased, his voice quiet but playful.

“you’re cute.”

he scoffed.

you leaned in again, pressing another kiss to his lips. this time, it was slow, sweet, and lingered for a moment. when you pulled back, your noses brushed and you could see his pupils dilating.

“pretty boy.”

leon blinked. “what?”

you kissed him again before he could question it. soft and warm.

a kiss against the edge of his jaw.

“my pretty boy.”

his whole face flushed a bright red.

“c’mon,” he muttered, trying to look offended and failing miserably. “don’t call me that…”

“oh?” you kissed the tip of his nose. “then what should I call you?”

he opened his mouth to protest, but you caught it with another kiss. he smiled against your lips.

“pretty boy,” you whispered again.

it was almost unfair how easily you could make him melt. he looked at you with those wide rookie eyes. “you really think I’m…pretty?” he asked quietly.

you answered him by cradling his face in both hands and kissing him once, twice, three times in a row. 

“pretty” kiss

“very pretty” kiss

“prettiest boy I’ve ever seen” kiss

leon let out a chuckle, leaning up to envelop you in his arms. he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, groaning playfully. 

“you’re making fun of meee..”

“noo,” you pulled back to look at him. “I’m appreciating you.”

your thumb brushed over his cheek, tracing the constellations of scars and discolored skin. “look at you,” you murmured. “soft hair, big puppy eyes, your mouth-”

leon groaned, embarrassed and flushed by the compliments. he tried to hide his face again, but you caught him with a kiss before he could. 

“my handsome rookie,” you giggled.

he was beaming at this point, a bright smile on his face. then, he unexpectedly gathered the courage to lean forward first. 

he kissed you. it was clumsy and filled with nerves, but it was tender. it was his way of pouring out his emotions. when he pulled back, his cheeks were a soft pink.

“c-can you say it again?”

you grinned.

“what, pretty boy?”

his ears went red.

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My request it's pretty stupid lol basically how would re2r Leon react when you reject him after him proposing over and over and over again? Maybe a little bit of non con and crying of his part 🥺

Just know he's a pathetic awkward weirdo about his feelings

❥ If you rejected Re2! Leon’s proposal ..

MDNI. DEADDOVE.

When you continuously rejected Leon’s marriage proposal, saying it was ‘too soon’ or you ‘weren’t ready.’ He decided to find another way to convince you. cw: coercion, dubcon elements.

tags: p in v, breeding kink, established relationship, emotional manipulation/guilt tripping, mentions of mommy issues, religious guilt, (leon is kinda a crybaby..)

note: thank you so much! :) i meant for this to be a short, but i got a little carried away .. I hope I understood your request ^^

If you rejected Leon after he proposed over and over, the answer always being no, he would be pretty torn up over it. Surely you didn’t mean that. If you gave the excuse you “weren’t ready” or it was “too soon.” He might take the route of convincing you instead. Deep down he felt a bit guilty for playing your emotions.

He’d give you those pitiful blue puppy eyes, maybe whine and shed a few crocodile tears against your neck when you turned him down again. He couldn’t understand why you didn’t want what he wanted. That’s what a relationship is about, isn’t it?