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RE: Vendetta

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Re2 Leon

-Leon eating his teacher for extra credit

-Leon loves when you play with his cock

-Leon sucking his mommy’s tits

-He loves ruining your panties

Re4 Leon

-bouncing on his cock after a mission

-15 minutes into a movie

-I know he has a breeding kink.

-he likes taking his time with you

Vendetta Leon

-this one just screams vendetta leon to me

-taking care of him while he’s drunk

-drunk and needy

-I just know he’s vocal

Death island Leon

-step daddy Leon after you come home from school<3

-you love it when he chokes you

-daddy leon is such a pervert

-his precious girl

Re9 Leon

-limp dick? He’s still got his hands.

-old man leon loves when you ride his face

-you’ve been a bad girl

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content: vendetta!leon x reader, gn!reader, fluff notes: i have a headache so you guys are getting a short sleepy vendetta leon fluff, that's a win for all of us right? this concept has been done a thousand times before but that won't stop me. as usual, proofread but things happen. enjoy my lovely people ♥

The room was quiet, lit only by the dim orange glow of the streetlamps filtering through the curtains. Every once in a while, a car would pass outside and the headlights would drag shadows across the ceiling. The digital clock on the nightstand showed a glowing red 2:14 AM, but the numbers blurred in Leon’s vision every time his heavy eyelids threatened to close.

Leon’s right arm was tucked behind his head, while his left one was wrapped securely around your waist, hand resting flat against the small of your back. You were sprawled against his left side, head comfortable right over his heart. With every breath he took, you could feel the reassuring rise and fall of his chest. The room was cool, the chill of a late autumn night seeping through the glass panes.

He needed to sleep, every fiber of his body was begging him to close his eyes and just let go. He had been running on fumes for days, the latest operation a week long dreadful nightmare.

But then, there was you.

You had become a quiet anchor in a life full of chaos and right now, he didn’t want to sleep. Because sleeping meant giving up this moment. Trading the feeling of your warmth, the fresh scent of your hair and the soft rhythm of your breathing for an unpredictable and often violent dream. He couldn’t bring himself to give up the time he got to spend with you.

So he fought it.

Leon blinked hard, his blue eyes glassy and unfocused in the dim light. He stared at the ceiling, watching another dance of shadows cast by a passing car. He flexed the fingers of his left hand, pressing his fingertips into the fabric of your oversized shirt. His oversized shirt, actually, the worn gray one he’d had for years and was forgotten at the back of his closet.

"You're awake," you spoke, voice muted against his collarbone. He felt you shift, your leg tangling further with his under the blanket.

He let out a low hum in response.

“Why?” You nuzzled your face closer into the crook of his neck, your breath sending a shiver down his spine. “You look exhausted.”

“M’not that tired,” Leon lied.

Your answer was a soft, breathy laugh. You didn’t even bother lifting your head to look at him, instead moving the hand that had been resting against his ribs up to trace the edge of a scar near his shoulder.

“Liar,” you whispered. “You’ve been blinking at the ceiling for half an hour, I know you.”

A smile tugged at his lips and he turned his head to press a kiss to the top of your head, his messy bangs falling across his forehead. “If I fall asleep, who’s going to make sure you don’t steal the rest of the blanket?”

“I don’t do that,” this time it was you lying. “Why would I do that when I sleep next to a radiator?”

“A radiator,” Leon repeated, his eyelids drooping dangerously low. He forced them open again. “You complain, but you’re the one clinging to me like a koala.”

“I am tactically utilizing available heat resources,” you joked, your hand stopping its tracing to rest flat against his chest.

Leon’s chest hitched with a chuckle. “Tactical. Right. You’ve been reading my mission reports again.” Back in the day, he used to not talk about his work, but you had insisted, wanting to understand what kind of nightmares haunted him in his sleep. Maybe you could help somehow. Gently joking about your relationship being a mission seemed to do the trick, at least a little bit.

“They are very educational,” you sighed and your body felt heavier against his as another wave of sleep crashed over you. “Teaches me… how to secure the perimeter.”

“And the perimeter is secure?” he asked, voice nothing more than a raspy whisper.

“Very secure,” you answered, thumb stroking his collarbone. “I’m the perimeter and you are now trapped.” You barely made sense with your brain half asleep.

"A tactical disadvantage.” His eyes closed for a second too long before he forced them open again. "I should have seen this coming."

"Too late. It’s just us now."

The words hit him hard and resonate in his head. It's just us. For a man whose entire adult life had been defined by what he had to fight, what he had to shoot and what he had to survive, the concept of 'just us' was still something to get used to. He thought of the endless nights spent sitting on the edge of a motel bed, booze in his hand, staring at the wall until the sun came up. The hollow emptiness that was consuming him. He was trying really hard now. The first step had been switching the bottle on his nightstand from whiskey to water.

His arm twitched and tightened around your waist and you felt the shift and the sudden rigidness in his body. Even half-asleep, you knew him too well. You propped yourself up on one elbow and blinked down at him, eyes half closed and struggling to focus.

“What?” Leon looked up at you and felt his body immediately relax again, his thumb rubbing small circles into the fabric of the shirt at your lower back.

You didn't say anything at first. You just reached out with your free hand and gently brushed a strand of dark hair away from his forehead.

"I can practically hear your brain working. Turn it off," you said softly in a gentle reprimand, “and go to sleep.”

"Easier said than done," he admitted. He shifted slightly, not to get more comfortable but to try and wake himself up. "Besides, if I go to sleep now I won't get to appreciate the fact that I'm actually home. In a real bed. With you."

You sighed and dropped against him, smiling against the crook of his neck again. If someone had told you that the dark, moody man you had met a year ago would be lying next to you, vulnerable and open with his feelings, you would have had trouble believing it.

"I'll be here when you wake up.” You pressed a kiss where your face was buried. "I'm not going anywhere. The bed isn't going anywhere."

“What about the blanket?” Leon countered, eyes closing as your thumb went back to idly brush over his scar.

"I will concede fifty percent of it," you answered, arm sliding further across his chest to hold him closer. "No more. That's my final offer."

"Tough negotiator."

“Go to sleep, Leon,” you tried to sound stern, but a yawn had other plans.

He took a deep breath, the air filling his lungs and lifting his chest, then let it out slowly, letting his whole body’s weight relax against the mattress. “I will. In a minute.”

“You said that two hours ago,” you were losing the fight to sleep again.

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Summary: You're struggling to climax, but when Leon hears his name being called he's eager to help.

Word count: 2,865

Notes: Not related to my other neighbor fics. The trope is just a guilty pleasure and I didn't know how else to make this work. Dividers by @cursed-carmine

Warnings: smut, fingering, female masturbation, pervy Leon, oral sex (female receiving)

You know this is wrong and stupid. You live in a tiny apartment, and the man you're thinking of lives next door. Not in a house next door. No, in the same freaking apartment complex. You've been so horny lately, and it's absolutely terrible. Usually, you have a grip on yourself. You don't know if it's because of the rugged, emo-looking man you're crushing on or ovulation. But something is definitely driving you crazy.

Your fingers are slick with your arousal in the private darkness of your bedroom. You try to focus on the things that tend to get you off. Images flash before your eyes, memories of Leon, his voice echoes in your mind, and it makes you whine. You're flushed with guilt and embarrassment over masturbating to a good friend. He deserves better.

You groan in frustration, reaching for the vibrator stashed under your bed. It feels heavenly, and it makes your moans grow louder. But it's still not enough. It's been hours since you started. Hands on all your pleasure points. Fantasies running wild. Different positions and still nothing. All you get is dizziness and soaked fingers.

Finally, you just flop on your back in defeat. A loud noise of frustration rips out of your throat. But then, you just curl onto your side and cry. You feel guilty, disappointed, and empty. You just want an orgasm. But no matter what you did, you couldn't get there. Maybe you're damaged goods. Maybe you'll never orgasm again.

Leon couldn't sleep. It was nothing new. The nightmares and waking up in a cold sweat were nothing new. What was new was hearing his name through the apartment's thin ass wall.

You lived on the other side of the concrete. You were one of the nicest neighbors he ever had and hands down the most gorgeous. He sat up, a little ashamed but not enough, as he pressed his ear to the wall.

He heard your pretty voice calling his name again, creaking bed springs, and the rasp of sheets. A groan slipped free from him and his fingers itched to ease the ache growing in his boxers. Like an absolute pervert, he continued listening.

His eyes closed as he savored the hushed whines and his name being sung. But it came to an abrupt stop and he was ashamed to open his eyes to see he'd slid his hand into his boxers. Frowning in disgust with himself, he let go and dropped his hand back down to his side.

He heard a frustrated growl and then crying through the wall. He slouched against his headboard with you on the other side and just listened. His heart ached to hear you cry, but he was also confused. Why were you upset? Why were you calling his name? Did you like him like that? Did you make a mess? Wait, did you even orgasm?

He racked his brain, trying to remember if he heard anything that resembled a release. Maybe you came quietly. But he doesn't think so. He shook his head and ran a hard through his disheveled hair. What difference does it make? It's none of his business.

Leon tried with every ounce of his self-control and strength to not think about that night. Yet, it was basically impossible with you living right next door. He'd see you coming back from work or hear the TV playing.

He knew at night that you were sleeping on the other side of the wall. He'd force earbuds into his ears because he was afraid of hearing your sweet moans again and facing how it affected his dick. Just recalling that night is bad enough.

The day had been extremely long, but today actually turned out alright. You sighed deeply in the elevator of your apartment and ran a hand through your tousled hair. It felt good to know you had the next two days off. What a relief. You still had a few chores on your mind, but maybe you'd treat yourself to a bath.

The large, thick elevator doors slide open with a rattling clang, and you stepped out as quickly as possible. A slight grimace is on your face when Leon appears in the corner of your eye. His hand is on the door to his own apartment space.

The sight of him knots your stomach and heats up your neck. Guilt gnaws at you because you've attempted more than once to orgasm while fantasizing about the man. It's embarrassing and lame. Plus, he probably doesn't even like you. "Hey," his talking brings an end to the weird staring contest you two were stuck in.

"Hi." Your reply is stilted and painfully awkward. You start walking towards your door, that's to the left of him. Your fingers fiddle with your keys, eyes locked on the door and not the fine specimen you wanna pounce on.

"Hey, I was wondering. You wanna get a drink or something?" His smooth voice reaches your ears. You bite your lip, considering your options before raising your gaze to him. You really just wanted to be alone and decompress in the comfort of your home. But. It's Leon asking to spend time with you. That's too good to pass up.

"Yeah, I'd love to. I just don't really do alcohol." You laugh softly, offering a friendly smile along with it. His perfectly defined shoulders shrug, "I got chocolate milk at my place." You laugh, slightly shaking your head. Leon just smirks, proud of himself, and opens his door wide as an invitation.

You slip your shoes off near his door, gently dropping your purse down next to them and slipping your phone in your pocket. Leon's already in his small kitchen, pouring you a drink. When you make your way over, he passes the glass to you. His calloused fingers graze yours, causing heat to shoot up your arm. His blue eyes are stuck on you, caressing, as they roam freely over your form.

You wore a skirt today and a deep cut blouse. It was just for work. But he seems to like it. You lick your lips before mumbling a 'thank you' for the tasty drink.

Things escalate from there. You both end up on his sofa, chocolate milk drifting into other drinks late into the night. The conversation becomes more deep and vulnerable. It's so late, and you thought you'd reward his opening up tonight with one of your most private frustrations.

"I haven't orgasmed in months." You blurt out, voice even before taking another sip from your glass. Leon chokes, and his body bends over from the weight of his resulting coughs. His cheeks and ears are bright red. When his eyes meet yours, he's rubbing his chest, hoping to recover.

Oh, so you hadn't come that night. He knows he shouldn't have been thinking about it, but it came to mind so frequently. "Um, I'm sorry." His reply feels so mediocre, but appropriate. When all he really wants to do is offer to help you. Would you say yes? Would you want his hands and mouth on you? Was he even good enough to take you there?

"Is what it is." You laugh with a shrug of your shoulders. But he hears the hitch in your throat and the subtle way you wipe at your eyes. This has clearly been bothering you, and he heard you that night falling apart. No, screw being proper.

"I can help." Leon speaks up, placing his drink down and shifting to the edge of his sofa. His body is angled towards yours exactly where you're curled up.

"What?" You ask, wide-eyed and nearly choking on your drink. He takes in how flustered you appear and the way your body shifts. "You don't have to do that. We're friends, and uh . . .I probably won't come." An awkward silence falls, and then you freak out.

"Not that I think you can't make a woman orgasm! I'm not saying that. I'm sure you're great at . . ." You rave on, arms flying as you try you to explain yourself. You look so dang cute, the weak lamp painting your face in a warm glow. Your pretty eyes wide and set on him.

He should probably stop himself, but he doesn't want to. He can be selfish once in a while, right? His warm, calloused hand finds your burning cheek, and his lips land on yours. He holds it there before gently sucking on your bottom lip. "Let me help," he mumbles against your chapped skin.

Your breaths are quickening already, and your cheek has somehow grown ten times hotter under his palm. "Are you sure? It's not your problem." You whisper, timid and unsure. He wants to ruin you for anyone else. What kind of man does that make him?

He wants to see you go wild, lose all inhibitions, and only crave him. He wants to see what he only got to hear that night. The thought alone has him hot under the collar. "I've never been more sure about anything," he calls your name, causing you to shiver. "I'm not kidding. I wanna help. I want to see you come." He bites down on your bottom lip and pulls, a low groan escaping him.

You whimper in response, tiny and almost unnoticeable. Your hands are hesitant as they meet his chest. He deepens the kiss and nearly purrs in satisfaction when your hand slides up into his hair. It just gets better when he sweeps you up into his lap, and you gasp.

Your full weight on him is delicious, and his hands wander over you. Leon explores, learning your curves and studying every little jerk of your body. He's completely fixated on you and how to pleasure you. It's his own personal mission, and he's not sleeping until he's successful.

No moans or whines leave your lips. It's just heavy breathing and his escaped grunts. Both of you make out on his boring sofa, his hands trace your body and squeeze your hips. You give shy little hip jerks, obviously hungry for the connection, but maybe still fearing for the friendship.

His hands slide down and grasp your rear end. He hears your gasp, and it makes him preen with pride. "You like that?" Leon nuzzles into your neck, placing a disorienting kiss on your skin. "You just need someone grabbing at you?" His calloused hands start kneading your ass, teasing you further.

Your hands fist in the back of his shirt, seemingly scared to lose yourself. It's got him worried that he's doing this wrong. He pulls back, "I need you to look at me. Can you do that?" He asks softly with your name tenderly attached.

Leon hears a slight wince, and then those captivating eyes are meeting his. "Do you want this? Because if you do, I need you to trust me. You're still trying to stay in control, and that's not gonna do you any favors if you want an orgasm." You flush all over, burning up something fierce. To be fair, he's never talked about these things with you. It must be a bit much at the moment, but he's not playing. Not with something this important or someone as wonderful as you.

You take a deep breath and nod, a more determined light taking hold. "I want this, and I trust you." His chest swells, some manly primitive instinct to take care of you overtakes him. He stands up, and your legs automatically lock around his waist.

"You ready to have fun?" Leon teases with a pinch to your butt and a kiss on your cheek. You startle from the pinch and give him a disapproving look.

"I don't know. You're not a very fun person." You deadpan with zero emotion in your eyes. Now, he's the one frowning.

"I'm very fun." He states before throwing you on his bed with a slight grunt. Then, his lips are back to devouring yours, hands slipping under your top.

Your control slips as he gives you no chance to grasp onto a single thought. He's all in, sucking on your neck until he hears a moan that you can't hold in. Leon starts dragging up your blouse, nice and slow, just in case you wanna back out. Plus, it's fun to tease you.

A deep rumble sounds from his chest as he sees you. Your gorgeous skin and curves that he's never laid eyes on. "Shit, you look good. What should I take off next?" His heart is pounding with excitement. It's been too long since he got to enjoy a woman, and he's been dreaming of you too damn long.

Your breathing is weighed down, chest rising and falling in a hypnotizing rhythm. He sees anxiety in your eyes but also intense lust. "All of it," you whisper in a sultry tone Leon didn't know you had.

He curses under his breath, dick coming to life in his jeans. He dives right in, ripping off the rest until you're naked in his bed. He hears you breathing hard, legs close together, and hands inching towards your feminine assests to cover up.

"That won't do." He growls, long fingers wrapping around your wrists.

"Leon," you whine in clear irritation. He tsks at you and pins your wrists down above your head.

"You wanna come, don't you?" His body sinks into you slowly, his teasing words hot on your ear. Leon doesn't wait for a reply. No, he goes right back to sucking on you like his favorite dessert. Filthy mouth on your neck, shoulders, and tits.

"I'm gonna let go of your wrists. No hiding. You hear me?" His pretty head is tilted, and his sharp blue eyes seek yours. You nod, but he ain't having it. "I need to hear you."

You roll your eyes at him, and a grin breaks out over his handsome face. "Yes, sir." He hums in delight like the cat that got the cream. His dick twitches, obviously liking the title.

"Good." He gives a firm nod and slides down your body. His hands run all over you, and his sinful lips meet yours. You clasp onto his back when his fingers inch towards your sweet cunt.

Leon groans, and you gasp as he explores your folds. Rubbing along petals and seeking out heat. "You're so perfect," he mumbles before his lips drift off to your jaw. "Can't believe you've been hiding this from me."

It goes on like this, his fingers becoming bolder. They slip inside you, two nimble fingers, while his thumb brushes over your pretty little rosebud. You're shaking under him, hands fisted in his shirt, and arousal soaking his hand. But no noise from you.

He finally comes up for air with furrowed brows. “Are you stifling your noises? There's no point. I already heard you.” Leon states plainly, fingers slowing yet trying to get deeper.

"What?" You stammer in a question, and he's happy to see you enjoying yourself.

“Yeah, you were calling my name.” He rumbles, smug with a little smile.

“Leon,” you call out. First, in annoyance, but then it eases into bliss. He must have hit a very special spot inside you. His free hand comes up and begins kneading your breast.

“Yeah, just like that." He rasps, dark and arousing. He keeps it up, drowning you in pleasurable sensations. This time, you're extremely vocal. But still no release. You weren't kidding when you said you were struggling to orgasm.

"Leon, it's not working. I'm so close, but it's not happening." Your chin is wobbling, and tears are sparkling in the corner of your eyes. You're grasping at him wildly, hips arched off his bed.

He kisses your forehead, "it's alright. Let's try something else, baby." He spreads you open and readjusts. He's planted on the bed with your legs on his shoulders. He nudges into your folds, breathing you in and groaning.

A whimper escapes your kiss-swollen lips. You prop yourself up, fingers threading through his lush hair. You cry out his name, panting as he makes out with your cunt. He's digging into your thighs and his tongue is making love to you.

Fingers slide into your scorching center and your back bows so beautifully. His stubble is scrapping along your inner thighs and his nose hitting your clit. His name becomes a chant and your hips rock into his face.

You finally orgasm, back arched gracefully, and head thrown back. You flood his mouth, and he nearly comes in his pants. You sound so goddamn good and taste like nirvana.

There's no way this will be the only time. And if he has any say in it, no one else will ever be tasting you but him. He sits up, breathing hard and wiping at his mouth. Leon smiles, seeing you flushed with a gentle look in your eyes.

"Hold your applause, baby." You frown at his smugness whether it's warranted or not. "I wanna get one more from you." And it gives him an even bigger ego when, later that night, you're coming on his tongue once again.

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So, uh . . .Yeah, this happened. I feel like this one's a bit out there. But I hope y'all vibed with it. This took me weeks to write. 😅