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Pairing: Vendetta!Leon Kennedy x Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: One week. You give Leon one week to prove to you he's serious about quitting his addiction. If he doesn't, you'll walk out the door and never come back. And if he does? Maybe there's a reward waiting for him... Word Count: 2.1k

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“I’m done,” you snap, grabbing your purse from the kitchen counter, looking around his apartment one last time as if to memorize it, fully prepared to walk out and never see it again. The sofa, where he held your hand and asked you to be his girlfriend. The kitchen counter, where the two of you would stand for hours, preparing dinner together. It’ll all be a foggy mist in your head one day.

When he approaches you to wrap his fingers around your upper arm, you’re met by the stale scent of alcohol that perpetually radiates from his skin. It always walks into a room before he does, and lingers on his bedsheets long after he’s woken up in the morning. So pungent, it makes your stomach churn. Rotten and spoiled. 

“Please.” 

It’s a quiet plea in the broken voice of a broken man, and you can’t help but sink into his touch as though you believe that if he holds onto you for long enough, you will somehow magically heal him. But you quickly sober once your eyes catch sight of the empty container lying on top of the trash can, a graveyard where liquor bottles go to die and be forgotten.

No matter how much you want to, how much you try, you cannot fix him. The A.A. meetings you drug him to (by his heels), the hollow ultimatums you would give and quickly retract when he couldn’t show up and you were too scared to walk away. 

Not anymore. 

Any!Leon Kennedy x Gf!Reader

Leon comes home to find you trying on dresses in your room

mature/suggestive but no explicit smut

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Your heart nearly leaps out of your chest when you see, out of the corner of your eye, a man standing in the doorway of your bedroom. He’s just a black blur of shadow at first, but once you spin around on your heel, your pupils adjust and the details fall into place. Blonde hair. Broad shoulders. A face that doesn’t belong on earth, specially crafted for myths and epics of old.

“Woah.” 

“Shit, Leon,” you spit. “You scared me.” 

With a palm placed over your heart, you begin to feel the beat slow as you catch your breath, reminding yourself that you’re safe, even safer now with him home. He lingers in the doorway, dress shoes planted on the threshold as he leans against the wooden frame, just watching, his eyes flickering over your form.

“What’s all this?” 

Leon Kennedy x Reader

Your friends forget your birthday. Luckily, Leon's there to hold you and dry your tears (all fluff)

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“You’re home early,” Leon says with a smile. He’s sitting on the sofa, legs propped up on the coffee table. He’s reading, with the television on but muted in the background. “Birthday girl,” he adds, grin growing to flash his teeth.

You furrow your brows, setting your purse and keys down on the kitchen counter, kicking off your shoes. “Yeah, I’m back.” 

“Uh-oh, what’s wrong?” He stands up, walking across the living room, making his way toward you wearing a concerned expression on his face. “Something happen? Are you hurt?”

You let out an amused breath. “No, nothing like that. I just–I feel like I’m in an episode of the Twilight Zone or something.” 

“How so?” 

It’s almost too embarrassing to say, and you’re at risk of breaking down into tears again if you try to put it into words. “Well, my friends and I were supposed to meet up for dinner…for my birthday, ya’ know…”

“Uh-huh.” He nods, begging you to continue. 

Your voice is already cracking, throat hoarse as you swallow down the lump rising in its walls. “I showed up and–and no one was there. I think they all forgot.” A sob breaks free from your chest, and Leon immediately rushes to your side, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his command. Fat, oily tears stream down your face, blotted away by the fabric of his t-shirt as you nuzzle into his chest. 

“I’m so sorry,” he soothes, a hand coming up to cradle your head, pressing you tighter against his pec as his grip deepens. 

“I thought we had it all planned,” you cry. “And that we were going to celebrate, and I don’t–I don’t know–” Another wail leaps from your throat, cutting off your inane blubbering. “It just hurts.” 

“I know, I know,” he says softly, praying with all his heart that he can find the words to comfort you. No excuse, no explanation, can mollify the fact that you feel abandoned and forgotten. 

It’s just another day on the calendar. No, it’s your birthday and that means something to you. 

Maybe they were all busy. Still a shitty thing to do, no matter what comes up. They could have at least let you know they wouldn’t be able to make it. 

Did you tell them the wrong date? Then he’s blaming you and that’s no good, no good at all.

Scratch, veto, nix.

“Want cake?” Is what he lands on.

You sniffle. “What?” 

He pulls away, holding you by the flesh of your upper arms, brushing a trail of tears off your cheek with his knuckle. “Can’t have a birthday without cake,” he says, so adamant and serious it makes you giggle. “In fact,” he sings, scooting past you to open the fridge. You turn on your bare heel, watching as he pulls out a white box, bound with twine. “I have one right here.”

The smile on his face is so wide, so genuine, it fills you with an overwhelming sense of pure, unyielding affection. Tears–happy ones this time–trickle down your warm cheeks once more as you spit out a string of gratitudes and I love you’s, thanking Leon for never failing to pick you up when you fall, for always being there for you, rain or shine. 

RE4!Leon Kennedy x Reader

You can't help but attack Leon with kisses, whether he likes it or not (plot twist, he likes it)

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all fluff

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“You’re staring at me,” Leon says, not breaking eye-contact with whatever old-timey western is playing on the television. They’re all the same: black and white static, Cowboys and Indians, lassos and swinging saloon doors, women in boots and ruffles. You’re not sure why he likes watching them, but you don’t mind sitting next to him as he does. You have something far more interesting to look at anyway. 

“You’re cute,” you say, nudging his leg with your toe. 

His eyes narrow at the screen across the room. “Am not.” 

“Are too.” 

“I’m a man. Men can’t be cute.” With a shrug, he tilts his head, blinking, as though he’s stating a fact. 

Too much John Wayne.

“Not true,” you say, adjusting on the sofa cushion so you’re resting on your heels, knees facing his thighs. Those rosy cheeks are looking awfully pinchable. And that dimple in his chin? You could plant your lips there for eternity and be blissfully content. “You’re a man, and you’re cute…very cute. Adorable, even. Super-duper adorable.” 

“Nope. Impossible.” A smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth. “Can’t happen.” You kiss one cheek, pinching the other. Heat immediately rises beneath the gestures, opaline skin flushing a color akin to the feathers of a flamingo. 

“Cute, cute, cute,” you chirp, grabbing his jaw, cupping his face, smooshing those delectable cheeks between your fingers. 

“Stop it,” he says with little conviction, trying to shy away from your affection. “I’m trying to watch my movie, and you’re distracting me.” Like a petulant child, he sounds. 

“No can do, honey,” you say, smothering his mouth with your own before moving back to either side of his face, lips attacking him with a stampede of kisses all around. “You’re just too cute, I can’t help it.” 

He finally relents, letting you batter his neck, his chin, his jaw, letting you leave marks and love-bites and wet, sloppy kisses on any patch of skin you can find. 

“And you’re brave.” Another smooch on the cheek.

“Mhm,” he hums, unconvinced by your spew of compliments. 

“And so smart.” One on his temple.

“Sure.” 

“And courageous.” 

“Same thing as brave.” 

You giggle in his ear, nibbling at the lobe. “Honorable, then.”

Leon Kennedy x Reader

He's such a romantic...aftercare with Leon (suggestive? fluff)

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“You’re so beautiful like this,” Leon coos softly, brushing a knuckle against your cheek. 

“Like what?” 

His eyes flutter across the features of your face, bouncing from your eyes, to your lips, to your nose, to your eyes again like a tennis ball passed between two rackets. “All flushed and sweaty and out of breath.” 

You furrow your brows and swat at him, playfully of course, but you hope the dramatically fierce look in your eyes is enough to get your point across. “Ew, Leon,” you grouse. “That’s gross.” 

“Is not,” he retorts, blocking your attack, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer until you’re sharing the same pillow and the tips of your noses are touching. The two of you are completely bare, snuggled up under the blankets, skin married and melded with sweet sweat and the saliva left by roaming mouths, charting the territory of each lover’s form. “Now stop all that complaining and let me look at you.” 

A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he continues to drink up your features. A sight for sore eyes, as he always says when he returns home from battle and envelopes you in his arms. Like this evening, after a week and a half apart without any communication, and he couldn’t keep his gaze (nor his hands) off of you for long enough to set down his bag and take off his boots. You might have had something to do with it, planting yourself by the door as soon as you got the call, waiting patiently like a pup at the promise of a bone, counting down the moments until you heard the lock click and the hinges squeal. He took you in his grasp before the door could shut behind him, and didn’t let go all night, only retreating to stare at your face, like now.

Leon presses his forehead against your own, his eyes falling shut as he takes your hands in his, clasping them against his chest. For a man that battles bioweapons for a living, he’s truly such a romantic. A paradox wound in ribbons, and you’re the lucky one that gets to unravel them. 

“Hold me.”

Your hearts beat in tandem, his rhythm steady as he turns you around to cradle you from behind, his chest now flush to your back, said beat thumping against your shoulder blade. He snakes his arms around your waist, locking you in his grasp.  

“Don’t go,” you whisper. It’s just a sweet phrase to remind him how much his presence means to you. Perhaps there’s a plea spoken discreetly between the letters. Perhaps it’s just a wish, void of pressure for commitment, of command. Perhaps you just want to speak to make sure he didn’t steal your voice from you to lock away in his pocket, like the lullaby of a music box, wound and released any time the owner wants to hear its song. 

It is a plea of some sort, it really is. It’s your own discreet way of begging him to ignore that call, when it comes–and it will come–to stay here with you, just like this, in bed, bodies intertwined for eternity.  

Leon sighs behind you, and you prepare yourself for the same speech he gives any time you ask him to do literally anything else but leave your home for missions that never seem to end, and leave you with the gnawing worry that he may not come back when they do. 

“Maybe I will.” 

re9! leon × wife!reader

Leon's job was constantly following him home even on a friday night, but you knew exactly how to get your husband back.

warnings: suggestive, fluff, not proofread + i'm a beginner at writing

wc: 700

night was falling outside as it was finally about to be weekend, and the only soundtrack was the tapping of Leon's fingers on the keyboard, typing for what seemed like hours. lying in bed waiting for him, you were starting to get impatient. you understood your husband, really, but often he let himself be swallowed up by work, letting his duties follow him even inside his home, his only safe haven.

"honey, you're working too hard," you murmured, your head turning to look at him as Leon worked on his laptop, sitting in front of the small desk where he liked to finish and proofread his reports. his only company, besides the blue light of the screen that tired his eyes even while wearing glasses, was a cup of black coffee that he occasionally sipped from.

Leon didn't turn to look at you, but you could feel the smile in his voice when he replied in his deep, tired voice: "i won't be long."

"you can't fool me. if i didn't say anything, you'd stay there until you passed out from exhaustion," you retorted. “come on, love. come to bed…”

leon’s neck is the most fucking attractive thing in his body.

his moles are something you admire every time you cuddle him and the light catches every speck and freckle. you counted each and every one of them, telling him he’s beautiful despite all the scars.

he’s sensitive there, and you know it. when you breathe on his neck while your tucked under his chin, he feels its warmth and holds you a little tighter, trying to tether on some sort of self control.

when you’re riding him, you always went for his littered neck. the hickeys were a soft purplish red, and you kissed every mole you could see while his hands grip your hips.

every time you kissed a sensitive spot, a suppressed whimper hangs from his throat, his adam’s apple bobbing to hide just how good it felt.

when his breaths are hitched and broken, you can feel it vibrate in his throat, you couldn’t help but run a tongue over the base of it.

every time leon tops you, you always wrapped your arms around his neck while he relentlessly pounded into you like he’d die tomorrow. the feeling of his cock going in and out, feeling empty at one second and full at the next, it was a sensation worth the sweat and the ruined bedsheets.

you never failed to leave open mouthed kisses on his neck, one hand cupping his cheek while the other clawed at his back. his head would always dip low, his forehead on your shoulders, increasing the speed.

leon loved it when your lips were all on his upper body, going down from his neck to his collarbones to his chest. words that appreciated his moles falling from your lips, and he shudders at your voice in his ear before you start kissing his neck again.

god, he wanted everything from you.

07.13.26 , 23:17

taglist : @aerisellesuchi , @animegamerfox , @girlwithadragonheart , @princesssugarplumm

you looked at yourself in the mirror this morning, in a sports bra and underwear, noticing a slight pudge on your belly like it personally came to make you suffer. you frowned at your belly.

leon was leaning by the doorframe, crossing his arms as if he’d seen this a million times over, each and every morning.

"leon, i’m gaining weight again…" you mumbled sadly. you were often insecure about that, and constantly thinking whether leon would leave you to be with some hotter chick, but he always made you feel otherwise.

leon sighed and went over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and rubbing his stubbled cheek against the curve of your neck. "you think i care about that weight crap?" he asked, running his hand over your pudge belly. you didn’t answer.

"i didn’t choose you just because you’re hot, though you really are, but because you’re you. you’re the one that decided to stay with me through it all. even when we fought, i still love you will all my heart." he kissed your neck, travelling up to your jaw. "that’s why i chose you as my wife." he said.

"but i’m still gaining weight…" you said under your breath, but leon didn’t have ass hearing for someone his age. "good. it means you’re healthy." he reasoned, but you thought otherwise. "but i checked myself on the scale, and i gained 6lbs in a week!"

leon didn’t care though, and he smiled, holding you tighter. "doesn’t mean you’re overweight, just means i have more wife to love."

07.10.26 , 0:40

taglist : @aerisellesuchi , @animegamerfox , @girlwithadragonheart , @princesssugarplumm

growing old with you was leon’s wish granted the moment he married you, and maybe even before that.

he retired from the dso, got a cute cabin in the middle of nowhere with a beautiful lake and silence. your kids visited sometimes, but it’s mostly just been you and him. it was supposed to be like that.

leon noticed it.

you were getting slower and often forgotten things. then you grew frail. leon helped you around the house to go to the toilet and other simple chores, and you mostly spent your time outside on the porch in a rocking chair with a cup of tea beside you that leon always prepared for you.

"do you need anything more?" leon asked, bending slowly just to hear you. you shook your head and smiled. "i’m… fine." you answered. he kissed your forehead and sat on his rocking chair beside you and enjoyed the view of the blue lake.

when you passed, leon spent the first few days crying on your framed wedding photo. you were younger, yet still beautiful. he missed you a lot. he didn’t expect to be alive right now, he thought you’d live on a little more than he did. his heart hurt, it was hard waking up with you not by his side.

he spent the rest of his own days still doing chores. his kids often visited to check up on him, but he smiled and tried to downplay everything, knowing full well that your death had affected him. he still prepared your cup of tea, still fixed the wool blanket on your rocking chair, and he left everything on your vanity untouched, like a museum of someone who used to live and love him just as much.

he kept a photo of you in his pocket until he passed. even when he started to forget your voice, his memory hazing the more he aged, he still vaguely remembered your smile. his final request was to be buried beside you.

at the empty wooden cabin that used to hold love, an empty cup of tea on your table and the wedding photo on his, on the porch where final days were spent in loving silence.

08.01.26 , 1:37

taglist : @aerisellesuchi , @animegamerfox , @girlwithadragonheart , @flutteringwingss

; ༊ character : leon kennedy ; ༊ fandom : resident evil ; ༊ notes : leon calls reader 'princess', based off that social media trend where one partner always opens the car door for the other

it's not leon's fault that his brain may or may not have short-circuited when you smiled at him like that. in any other situation? probably a 50% chance he would have caught you, give or take.

but anyway. you shouldn't have done that.

your grin meets his amused, slightly defeated expression through the passenger window before he opens the car door, shaking his head in feign disapproval.

"not your job. you know that." he says, though there's nothing but love in those words. you let out a laugh as he hooks his arms beneath your legs, the other wrapping around your back as he hoists you out of the car. "out you go, c'mon."

he shuts the door with his shoulder, then slowly puts you down, safely and sweetly as always.

yes, leon always opens the door for you. yes, he is removing you from the car and closing the door just so he can do this the proper way ( his words, not yours ).

is this a waste of time? for you, yes. a little bit. absolutely so. for him? no. it's about the principle of things, he'd probably say ( and you know this precisely because this has happened before ).

you just stand there, throwing him that knowing smile he's come to love more than words can express. always the shenanigans with you, he thinks.

"now, princess. can you let me do this the right way?"

"are you sniffing me?" you asked with furrowed brows and confused gaze.

you moved your head to the side a little to look at the light tuft of hair resting on your shoulders. you blinked at leon who didnt move at your question but then he took a very deep breath to inhale your scent. you blinked at the gesture before your brows shoot up when he sneaked a hand under your shirt to cup your boob.

"what are you doing?" you chuckled as you just let him knead your boob with such gentle hands.

leon didnt reply but he stopped his hand and took another deep breath like he's inhaling all of you. he then buried his face closer to the crook of your neck and he wrapped his leg on yours.

you swore you could feel his body just melt into yours.

you cant help but chuckle and rest a hand on his soft locks before caressing it softly like he does to you when youre like this at times too. you continued caressing his hair as he rests half on top of you.

"you feel so good." leon mumbled but his words are a bit jumbled as his face is mushed against you.

"you flatter me." you chuckled as you let your fingertips bury under his locks and you massaged his head softly.

he lets out a satisfying groan as the stress and tiredness leave his body more as you continue your actions. he gave your boob an appreciative squeeze and you chuckled when you felt him tug you more closer to him, as if you both arent close enough.

"you deserve to feel good leon." you quietly said after a few seconds of silence and warmth as you moved your head closer to him and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

he's bigger than you but you still try to hug him as if youre trying to encase him in a small protective bubble away from the cruelty of the world.

"you deserve the rest." you added and you felt him take a shuddering breath before he then moved his head up causing you to look at him.

"i dont think ive told you how many times... youve given me such relief and comfort every time i come home." he said, voice like a whisper but you clearly heard everything what he wants to convey as his light blue eyes stared deeply into yours.

you raised your fingertips to sweep his bangs away from his face and his eyes fluttered shut, heart beating in ease.

he's experiencing something that he never would've thought he'll feel.

"im glad, leon." you gave him a small smile.

"cause you deserve every bit of good and relief in this world."

notes : this is my first time writing with re4r leon in mind, i hope it was okay 😣

Family man Valko headcannons

pairing: bf!valko x f!reader cw: none, fluffy fluff fluff, established relationship a/n: there's something so sexy about a man who's good with kids and respects/takes care of his parents. especially someone who's the eldest... valko bf headcannons! Valko masterlist

ᯓ★ family man valko who always thinks of his family when you two go shopping. no matter what you're buying or at what store you're at, he mentions them and buys things for them. "my cousins love these chips", "auntie said she needed a new one of these." etc. etc.

ᯓ★ family man valko who can cook pretty well. nothing extraordinary, but better than average. he learned from helping his auntie, mom, and grandma in the kitchen at family gatherings. but since he's so busy nowadays, he doesn't really have the time to cook proper meals apart from his prep meals for working out.

ᯓ★ family man valko who's really good at playfighting with his cousins. knows how to be rough enough so that they're amused, but never too rough to hurt. loves provoking them.

"really? there's four of you and you still can't take me down?" he scoffs mockingly, standing in the middle of the living room.

he holds an arm up, one child hanging from his bicep, swinging back and forth to try and make him fall. another is standing on the couch behind him with their arms around his neck in a chokehold, huffing and puffing to make him stagger. the other two are each clinging to his legs, trying to throw him off balance.

but nothing works, valko stands there unmoving like a statue. you watch in amusement with your arms crossed. he throws them another mocking comment, but you cut him off, pouncing on him and finally making him fall back against the plush couch.

his cousins shout in victory, finally getting off of him and running to their moms to go brag about finally "defeating" their eldest cousin. meanwhile, the two of you are still in the living room.

he stares up at you with wide eyes and parted lips, speechless. you make yourself comfortable atop his chest, grinning down at him. "shouldn't have spoken so soon, huh?"

"... you're crazy. what if I got hurt?" he asks, still bewildered.

"rub some dirt on it." you whisper teasingly before pushing yourself off of him and joining the kids.

but he's left lying there, staring at your retreating figure with dilated pupils like he just fell in love with you all over again.

tags: riding, unprotected sex, creampie, Leon damnation (or any older!Leon) x fem! reader.

Thinking about lazy sex with Leon.

You're on top of him, your face hidden in his neck and your hands rested on his shoulders releasing little moans into his skin. His hands held your hips, helping your movements slowly.

Leon's eyes remained narrowed and his brows furrowed in pleasure at the feel of your wet walls sliding over and over him. You two hadn't even finished removing your clothes, because his pants were down his thighs and your underwear to one side.

"Come on, pretty girl... You-ah feel so good." He murmured against your shoulder, inhaling your scent and leaving occasional kisses on your soft skin.

"Are you tired-?" he asked, a low, husky laugh escaping his lips. He looked up at you through his lashes with eyes heavy with pleasure and sleep, bringing his lips to one of your breasts moving your strappy t-shirt up, ruffling it there. He began sucking on your nipple gently, watching your reaction before he began sucking harder. He caught the tender flesh between his teeth, tugging gently. When he hears your little "huh-huh," he smiled releasing your breast with an obscenely loud 'pop.' He padded his feet on the bed and held your hips tightly, beginning to lift you up and down his cock as if you were a sex doll.

"There you go. Feels good-?" he asked again, because it was hard to control his tongue when you were clenching so tightly around him and clouding his drunken brain with the wet noise of your pussy. Low moans escaped his lips, starting to move his hips upward so he could ram you and hit that spongy spot inside you that his dripping tip was obsessed with.

Little moans from you and breathless gasps from him quickly filled the dark room lit by the red numbers marking 02:42 A.M on the little clock next to you. It wasn't often Leon would wake up so needy, but it had been days since he'd laid hands on you and his cock was already screaming for release.

"Damn. Damnit." Little curses and breathless grunts came from Leon's lips that were always flavored with the taste of your liquor. His teeth dug into your shoulder futilely, trying to silence his pathetic moans. His cock began to jerk inside you, for it no longer had the same resistance it had years before. But it didn't matter, because his calloused fingers were always there to give attention to your cute little clit. Your walls tightened around it, starting to feel that familiar sensation in your lower belly. And Leon's careless lunges only turned you on more, because you knew you were the only one who could make a man like him go all messy and dumb for your pussy.

And it's almost funny the pathetic, broken moan he lets out when your walls finally squeeze him, letting your juices splash down his thighs and abdomen creating wet sounds. Your body immediately relaxed, letting Leon continue to mindlessly fuck your brains out. And in one particular lunge, he thrusts his hips up and yours down, letting his cum explode inside you.

You heard his voice saying something, asking something. But your brain was melted, shaking on his chest trying to cope with the sensations of your orgasm and Leon's cum beginning to seep through your folds.

"Are you still with me, honey? Huh-?" he murmured, giving you that typical smile of his. And you opened your eyelids heavy with pleasure, trying to focus your gaze. You let out a little moan, realizing that Leon was settling you face down on the sheets.

"One more time. Please." He asked, settling in behind you. He pressed his chest against your back, his fingers moving to finally slide your ruined underwear down your thighs.

Because lazy sex with Leon always ended in him fucking your brains out until you fell asleep again.

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── .✦Valentine's Day Special

Synopsis: Trying a special chocolate on a special day!

Tags: RE2!Leon x Fem!Reader, established relationship, attempt at humor, use of aphrodisiacs, unprotected sex, marathon and messy sex, creampie, slight mention of biting and tits slapping, missionary and doggy positions, overstimulation and more!

Note ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა: Happy Valentine's Day everyone!! 💌 I brought a post about my favorite boy. I'm a little wild for this hehe😋 Ignore any errors and just enjoy!

The two of you were sitting facing each other on the bed, having just returned from a special Valentine's Day date. It had been a lovely night, filled with long glances and knowing giggles. You both knew how this night would end, but Leon was completely unaware of your little surprise, as he'd been grinning like an idiot all night.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Lee. It's just...chocolate."

"Regular chocolate or—"

"Special." You murmured, taking out a small pink box and placing it on your boyfriend's clean sheets. You both stared at each other, and you let out a small giggle at his reaction.

"Special...Like what?" He whispered the last word as if he were sharing a secret. "Aphrodisiac, Lee." You said, playfully pushing him. You both laughed, still feeling the tension between you. "It's an aphrodisiac chocolate." You explained, giving him those sweet eyes with rosy cheeks.

The tension felt stronger, vibrating beneath his skin and yours. Until he opened his mouth again.

"What if my dick falls off or something?" There was Leon again. "God, Leon—" You said, horrified, before laughing, rolling your eyes in amusement at his words. "I'm trying to test something special here, you know?" You mumbled, protesting with a small pout that made Leon throw up his hands in surrender. He always said yes to everything, wanting to make you happy as much as possible. Ah, he was such a sweet, sweet boy.

"Okay, baby. I'm just playing," he replied, leaning in close enough to kiss your temple. "Let's do it." he said with a small smile, then you both took half of the small chocolate bar (which smelled way too sweet) and put it in your mouths.

And well, that was an hour ago. Because now you were both completely sweaty, panting like animals, and Leon was on top of you without giving you a single break, fucking you like a dog in heat. You'd never seen him like this, bending you to his will, so wild.

"God, baby, god—" He moaned breathlessly, his mouth open and his brows furrowed with the overwhelming pleasure that seemed to be melting his brain. His hips had a life of their own, thrusting into you again and again, as if he couldn't breathe unless he was inside you. "I love this pussy, fuuck." His words made you squeeze tightly around him.

Leon didn't think like this at this point, he never said things like this, always so shy and proper. But now? He was fucking you senseless.

His cock was still hard after coming twice, and the perfect curve of his member pounded relentlessly against that spongy spot inside you, making you writhe beneath him in an attempt to withstand the overstimulation coursing through your body. Hot tears clung to your cheeks, sweat glistening all over your skin. You were a mess.

"K-Keep going, don't stop—please, please." You were loud and whining at this point, creating an orchestra of moans alongside his groans. Your eyes were blurred with pleasure, admiring how drops of sweat trickled down your boyfriend's chest and his blond hair clung to his forehead.

Leon's hands held you wide open, slowing the pace for a few seconds to simply rub his hips against yours, his cock slid against your sensitive walls. His heavy eyes lowered to observe the ring of semen that had formed at his base and how your fluids from your previous orgasms clung to his pelvis. You two were fucking like animals, really.

"Turn around, baby, c'mon..." he ordered breathlessly, raising his hand and gently slapping one of your tits to get your attention again. You barely registered his words, nodding and turning onto your stomach. You lifted your ass, a perfect arch, and buried your face in the pillow.

His lips parted at the sight of you like this, wide open and filled with his previous loads, dripping. It was obscene, and his cock, throbbing with sensitivity, twitched eagerly again. He brought his fingers to the lips of your cunt, gently rubbing them to feel you tremble, then thrust back in. Fucking deep.

"I'm not gonna survive, I swear..." he murmured, letting his sweaty forehead fall onto your shoulder as his hips began to pound into you again. His hands roamed over your body, caressing your tits and playing with your hard nipples before he straightened up to start fucking you properly.

His hands gripped the cheeks of your ass, using it to pull you closer and meet his thrusts mid-stroke. The noise was loud and wet, like slaps echoing through the room along with the sound of the bed groaning beneath you both.

"So hot, baby," He whined, his gaze drifting to where his length disappeared inside you. "I wish you could see yourself." His words floated aimlessly, but you could barely hear him as you felt yourself about to come again, if that was even physically possible. Your walls began to close rhythmically around him, as if trying to etch his shape inside you.

"Don't—Don't do that or 'm gonna come again." He warned you, letting his forehead fall onto your back and wrinkling his face with pleasure as he felt his balls tense again, ready to give you everything until he was empty.

His rhythm became even more frantic as he felt you squeeze around him, your hands flailing against the headboard in a desperate attempt to grasp at something. "I'm coming, I'm coming—" You moan louder, your sob muffled by pleasure, pressed against the pillow, feeling the air escape you from the overwhelming sensation.

Leon was no better, biting your shoulder to stifle his moans and whimpers as he felt thin, wispy threads of semen escape his slit, possibly giving you the last of him. His hips continued to rub against you, trying to cope with the sensation, his eyes rolling back in his head in pleasure.

You deflated beneath him, and he collapsed on top of you, both of you a tangle of limbs and sweat. You two lay like that for a few seconds, trying to recover some sense of self.

"I think... I think I'm hard again, babe." he whined, resuming the lazy rocking of his hips inside you, too eager to pull out.

That night, you learned two things. One, Leon could have a big mouth when he wanted to, and two, no more special chocolates for a while.

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Rookie!Leon being a pervert.

Rookie!Leon being a pervert pt.2

Giving your boyfriend a blowjob in his car.

Leon comes needy to home from work and fucks you on the couch.

Trying raw for the first time with your boyfriend!

Have a special Valentine's Day with your boyfriend!

He has no experience, but let him surprise you anyway.

Pop his cherry!

Pop his cherry! pt2

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Headcanons and boyfriend material (soft)

Headcanons and boyfriend material pt2 (soft)

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Leon comforts you while he fucks you.

Plagues!Leon acts strange, especially during sex.

Priest!Leon has a small obsession.

Cowboy!Leon shows you how hard he works.

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Headcanons and husband material (soft)

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Lazy sex with your boyfriend.

Taking vacation with your older boyfriend.

This is how your night routine with Leon always ends.

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You let your boyfriend cum inside you for the first time!

Sitting on your boyfriend's face.

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fatherhood with your husband (soft)

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Jealous!Leon fucks you hard.

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You help a older man with his loneliness!

Let him handle everything, he's older!

You're a total cheeky, but he adores you!

Who's going to match your freak? Yep, Leon.

Dry humping with Leon.

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You find a picture of your older boyfriend! (soft)

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No nut November, Kennedy! Pt.1

No nut November, Kennedy! Pt.2

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"angel- please, if you keep moving like that...," valko hisses out. he's still extremely sensitive, with the way his knot is keeping you locked in place.

"not my fault! I didn't realize a knot meant... you know...," you mutter. valko raises his brow, in a way thats both exasperated and endearing.

he's got you on top of him, your chest against his, one arm firmly around your waist with the other drawing lines up and down your spine. right after you came, he made sure to adjust you both, whispering to get comfortable, since you'd be stuck like this for a while.

just an hour or so earlier, you'd asked him if him being a werewolf came with the, well, perks, of being a werewolf. you've seen the way he acts- the way he bites to nip and bite you with those fangs of his, how he's utterly obsessed with your scent, and while he'll forever deny it, you've heard the little yips he makes when you brush out his tail.

and well, it's safe to say that valko is more bite than bark (though... you experienced a lot of both with the way he was pumping you full and making you see stars).

"you didn't think I was serious when you asked me if I had a knot?" he's saying it a bit to smug for your liking, so you retort with shifting just a bit- clenching just enough for him to groan out, both hands finding your hips and gripping.

"so,"

"so."

you both stare at each other, before letting out a small laugh. the kind of giggle that comes from that post-sex bliss. valko's tail curls from underneath him, lazily grazing the back of your thighs. it's a content state of being- close in a way that you literally couldn't be closer in.

"hey val? how long does your... last anyways?" you ask, your own hand reaching out to softly scratch the base of his wolf ears. valko hums softly, head moving to the side to lean into your touch. his nose rubs against your wrist, a spot that he's once said is really strong with your scent.

"the swelling can go down from anywhere between 15 minutes to... an hour I think?" your hand stops in his ears, eyes going wide at the revelation. sure, you might've read about it, seen it in books you've read, but the daunting reality of it all?

valko smirks at your flustered reaction, his hand reaching up to yours and bringing it back to pet his ears.

"give or take, by the way," he says casually.

your head plops back down, right in the crook of his neck. valko's laugh- deep and breathy and so him rumbles from under you. he wraps his arms around you once more, getting rid of the already nonexistent space between you two.

in his arms, you both talk about everything and nothing. you give him small updates from your life, books you've read, that new show you're watching. he listens- really listens- and tells you stories about his family, how he needs to get his glasses adjusted, about the new tech piece he's working on.

it's sometime it the depth of night when his knot starts to slowly soften up. he kisses you, gently and soft in ways that go deeper than i love you, though he means that just as much.

his knot slips free eventually, but neither of you make haste to move. he'll prep a bath, the sheets will be remade. but right now, all that exists is the wolf and his dearest love.