*giggles*

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notes ✮⋆˙ my hubby :)

char. ✮⋆˙ leon kennedy x gn!reader

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Aftercare - What they’re like after sex

he's pretty chill after sex; always making sure to clean you up and spoil you. especially if he went a bit rougher than usual on you

he always does the aftercare, even when he takes the bottom position. he just enjoys making sure you know how much he loves you and he feels like aftercare is a really good way

Body Part - Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners

on himself, it's his arms (and shoulders) bc of how obsessed with his arms you are. (don't deny it, i know you've stared at leon's biceps with goo goo ga ga eyes at some point.)

on you, it's probably your hands or your tummy (if it's toned w some 11-line abs he is down BAAADDD)

Cum - Anything to do with cum, basically

idk #eff0e6

idk anything ab cum ok

Dirty Secret - Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs

he secretly wants to fuck you during a life or death situation, like he enjoys the idea of it cuz of the adrenaline rush and all he would get

ALSO, has a police officer/criminal fantasy from when he was a cop that ge wants to play out one day but he's too shy to say it

Experience - How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?

he definitely has some experience. he had a gf before re2 and he's probably had a few one night stands. he doesn't really remember the hook-ups considering they usually occurred while he was drunk

however, that was when he was younger and didn't really try out kinks or toys. so he isn't as experienced with kinks and stuff

Favorite Position - This goes without saying

he's a bit basic. his number one favorites (bc he cannot choose one) is like missionary and anvil. and then cowgirl (and reverse), doggy style, lotus, etc etc

he's honestly down to try whatever as long as doesn't look more stupid than he already looks

Goofy - Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.

re2r leon is def a little awkward and unserious during sex

any peepaw leon (not vendetta or the other movie where he's a fucking emo) will be a little humorous

emo peepaw leon is not humorous at all bro probably wouldnt even care he's just like 😒 the whole time

Hair - How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.

yes, the carpet does match. it's dark like his hair color.

when he's younger, he really doesn't take care of it, like he'll let it grow wild but he does trim it like once in a blue moon. he does however, clean his dick so dw ladies and gentlemen. ofc as he gets older he does keep it trimmed.

he's hairy but in a fun sexy way

obviously has a sexy happy trail :3

Intimacy - How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.

this man does not fuck, this man makes love (ʃƪ˘⌣˘)

it's so obvious that during sex how loves you so much. like he will whisper in your ear "i love you so much"

he goes all out for special events; pedals, candles, brand new silk sheets, yk

Jack off - Masturbation Headcanon

his mind is trained and he is trained to not jerk off on missions

he still does sometimes

it's why he has a photograph of you and him during sex safely tucked away in his pocket during missions

he seldom jerks off during missions though and he doesn't see a reason to jerk off when he is home bc he has you :3

Kink - One or more of their kinks

praise kink: this man would praise tf out of you. literally could be absolutely destroying your guts and still being like "sucha good girl n all for me.. so pretty... all mine" like ommmgggg

degrading kink: he doesn't really degrade you harshly, buuuut he will sometimes degrade you. "aw my pretty lil whore can't handle this cock?" "ur so pathetic on ur knees like this f'me" (wow this dialogue is pretty hot) he love love loves when you degrade him though call him a slut and whore and say he's all yours to use

denial/edging: he really enjoys edging you especially when you're being a brat he'll say shit like "awh i know baby but brats don't get to cum" while edgin you. but he lets u edge him too what a good man :3

sensory deprivation: when he's subbin he likes when you blindfold him, makes him feel more sensitive and tense since he doesnt know wtf u about to do to him. he also likes to blindfold you when you're being the bottom, but he doesn't do it very often since he loves looking into your eyes

bondage: omfg this man has those pink fluffy handcuffs and will use them to cuff you up to the headboard of the bed. he also uses the ropes. he lets you tie him up and use him obviously :3

Location - Favorite places to do the do

he prefers to keep it inside of the house. his favorite spot is the bedroom, but he will fuck you in the kitchen, on the sofa, the shower or bath, maybe even in the pool if you have one

Motivation - What turns them on, gets them going

when he finds you cleaning or cooking, he gets turned on by the domesticity of it.

when you exercise in the living room, like you have a youtube workout on the tv and you're doing it while wearing some tight leggings/pants or nike pros or other exercise shorts (heavy on nike pros)

when you send him lewd photos while he's at missions or meetings

most of all, it's just you. he just needs to hear your voice or see your cute smile at the right time ˊᗜˋ

No - Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs

leon would not be into bdsm or anything that can cause your harm. leon is not going to spank you with a mf paddle with rusty 6 inch nails and whip your back with a rope like no tf?? furthest he's going is tying your hands up or letting you tie his hands up

hesitant to spank you or pull your hair and draw the line at slapping you

will not do any hard kinks like rape kinks, blood kinks, etc.

also no piss or scat or vomit tf

Oral - preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

he's a giver. he would literally spend hours between your thighs if he had the choice. he gets pleasure from you

he does love receiving of course. he does that hot thing where he runs his hand through your hair and he will throw his head back breathin heavily his pretty eyes closed n all. soso pretty :3

Pace - Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.

he's both. some nights he is slow and sensual; especially on nights after he returns from missions

when he's going slow and sensual, it's very passionate since he does positions where he is face to face with you and closer to you when he goes slower (∩˃o˂∩)♡

he typically does faster paces and goes rougher

Quickie - Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.

often occurrence, mainly because his schedule is usually very packed so he takes any chance he can to have sex. but he doesn't necessarily love them. he prefers taking his time with you

Risk - Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.

he will experiment after researching. he doesn't want to go into something blindly because hard kinks are sometimes very extreme and he just isn't comfortable doing anything that could harm you

i don't think he'd take risks, as i said for letter d, he has a fantasy of fucking you during a life or death situation. one fantasy he knows he would NEVER actually partake in because he doesn't want to take risks.

he also has a very important position. he works directly for the government; so is reputation is very important

Stamina - How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?

re2r leon would last like 1-2 rounds max, maybe 3 on a good night. he hasn't been through years of training or fighting zombies at all. so yea

however after his training, this mf can last soooo many rounds. he always lasts longer than you

Toys - Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?

he owns a variety of toys. mostly uses vibrators (owns a wand and a bullet) and a dildo on you. but he has a pair of handcuffs, blindfold and ropes obviously, as well as other items.

actually a little bonus: he will happily go into sex toy shops with you and buy you whatever toys you want if you are too shy to go in alone

Unfair - How much they like to tease

he loves to tease you, but sometimes he is just so impatient and he'll skip the teasing

teasing from him feels like HOURRRRSSS of torture cuz he takes his timeeee

Volume - How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.

very vocal, he whimpers and moans and grunts and GROWLS this mf GROWLS (re2r leon??) lots of dirty talk

re2r leon is so awkward during sex. the dirty talk is just very awkward

Wild Card - A random headcanon for the character

he is shy about voicing what he wants in bed. like he's used to not being in control over things so he is really hesitant b ut slowly he will voice his wants more easier

i feel like he would also prefer the top position in bed, because of this whole control thing

X-ray - Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes

#b7a38a tip is #b8t57e i guess

he's packing

he's a grower

he's prolly cut

Yearning - How high is their sex drive?

his sex drive is sorta dependent on your own: if you're horny, he's horny. he's trained himself to be this way so he doesn't get hard during missions cuz it gets annoying

but if he does he always has a picture of you soookjkhdsvsakma

however for re2r leon, i feel like his would be higher considering he's 21 and well a man in his early 20s, just put two and two together

Zzz - How quickly they fall asleep afterwards

he falls asleep soon after you fall asleep. so if you fall asleep fast, he falls asleep fast. if you fall asleep after a long time, he does too. however if he is very tired he will fall asleep as soon as you are all taken care of because aftercare and making sure you feel comfortable post-sex is always his first priority :)

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silly goofy man

I wanna see Witch Leon just holding a little flower in his long claws. It would seem so cute I think.

He's confused but he'll spare ya for the lil gift

*giggling and kicks my feet*

This is so good !! Leon is so sweet I can't 😭😭

Heart to-go

Pairing: RE2Barista!Leon x GN!Reader

Summary: You hate coffee. Of course with your luck, you end up falling in love with a cute blushing barista.

Warnings: COFFEE SHOP AU, SUPER FLUFF, blushing leon, tooth-rotting fanfic, reader DOES NOT like coffee (i could never), reader/leon are clueless and shy, sabrina and gabriel are names used in this fic, image taken from google

Author's Notes: hey, im back (sorta?kinda?). i had this fanfic saved for a while and since i haven't been able to produce new material, i decided to edit and post some of my old drafts. i plan on posting the other coffee shop au - nsfw version, but from now i hope you enjoy reading this one!

If someone told you before that you would visit a coffee shop and actually order the same cup of coffee every day, you would laugh at their faces. You don't like coffee, period. There is something about the smell or taste you just don't like it. Warm, cold, sweet, unsweet, with chocolate, you tried it all. It just isn't your thing, which made some people look at you as an E.T. sometimes, but hey, to each its own, right?

Your co-worker Sabrina is the one who invites you out to a popular coffee shop nearby your work. Before you even attempt to say no, Sabrina explains that yes, there were other drink options and some delicious pastries, like "some of the best brownies" she had eaten her entire life.

So you agree, with the promise you wouldn't regret it.

There is no line when you enter, around 5 pm. You pass this coffee shop often going to work, the smell strong in your nose if the door is open. You never entered, of course, but now inside, you must admit it looked cozy. A lot of natural light comes from the big windows in the front, illuminating the entire space. There are tables and chairs, at this time empty, compared to how full and hectic they could get in the morning.

As Sabrina orders her long order, your eyes wander the menu, written behind the counter on a giant blackboard. They had other options, as Sabrina explained before, such as handmade Italian sodas and some juices. When Sabrina is done, you turn your attention to the very attractive cashier. The kind you see on the cover of magazines, like a model or something. And cute. He has innocent blue eyes, a soft face, and blonde hair under the black cap. Your eyes glimpse at his name tag, "Leon," as he waits for your order.

"What do you want?"

And the words come out of your mouth before you can even think, something you would never have ordered in a million years.  

"A coffee?" 

You can feel Sabrina's neck twist, shocked. You ignore her, ignore how your voice went two higher tones than it should, focused on Leon, who continues smiling, patiently waiting for the rest.

"Sure, which one?"

"Coffee?" Your eyes roam around the many, many names and sizes as if you know what all those names mean, and you decide to risk it all. "How about your favorite order?"

Leon's eyes widen briefly before a faint red tone rises to his cheeks. He chuckles, surprised, before placing the order on the computer. 

"Right, okay then, my favorite order. Anything else?"

"Nothing, that will be it."

You pay your bill without looking up. Sabrina looks semi-concerned and amused when you are done ordering, a strange smile on her face.

"Are you okay?"

"I panicked," You whisper, hoping Leon can't hear the panic in your voice as you pull her to a table before she can start asking more questions.

You sit to wait for your order, and you notice Leon and another young blonde lady behind the counter. He seems to be blushing about something she says, and you wonder if that wasn't the most adorable thing you've ever seen.

"You are staring," Sabrina warns, her voice denoting humor. Why does it sound like Sabrina is having fun with your misery? You look out the window to the traffic slowing down since it is the end of the afternoon. When your order finally arrives, you turn excited, expecting to see Leon but being greeted by Ashley's happy face.

"Enjoy!" Ashley exclaims before leaving. You grab your small cup of warm coffee with a top layer of foam on it. It smells like cinnamon and vanilla. You really, really don't want to drink it.

"Careful now, Leon is watching," Sabrina teases, making you turn to look for Leon. He is indeed staring at you, his blue eyes filled with expectation. When he catches you looking, he turns his face away, a deep blush on his cheeks, too focused on cleaning something behind him.

"I can do this." You tell yourself, taking a sip from the cup. Yeap, still bad. Still bad as the first time you tried it. You drink another small sip because Leon could still be watching before placing the cup on the table. "I don't think I can do this." You confess in a whisper to Sabrina, who doesn't answer. She giggles, drinking her coffee as water. She saves you the dignity to not tease you anymore, at least.

Noticing she wouldn't be any help, you take small sips while listening to Sabrina's news. It was easier to drink while she talked so that you could ignore the sour taste in your mouth.

When your cup is finally empty, you sigh in relief. You have done it. You are NOT disappointing any cute blushy barista today. Leon appears at the side of the table, eyes filled with expectation.

"How was it?"

"It was so good. My friend over here loved it, right? Right?" Sabrina smiles happily in your direction. You want to strangle her, but you nod, smirking instead.

"Perfect, Leon. Thank you."

Leon's eyes lock on you, and you stare back, starstruck. No one should be allowed to be this charming. His smile lights up his entire face, making him look even more special. The type you could fall in love with if you aren't careful enough.

"I will get those for you, then," He cleans the table, then leaves, nodding in your direction. When he is out of a safe distance, Sabrina sings low.

"I think he likes you!"

"Shut up, Sabrina!"

-x-

After that, you start to visit the coffee. Daily. You get to meet the rest of the employees: Luis, a handsome man with a captivating smile who constantly flirts with you. You already know Ashley, a young college student who is always excited to see you. And well, there is Leon. It is odd how you click so fast with Luis and Ashley; you could joke with them as much as you wanted, but things worked a little differently when it came to Leon. He made you nervous.

He always welcomes you with a warm smile and treats you with respect. You tried to tease Leon once, but it died in your throat when you watched his expression. He just looked so innocent, you just didn't want him to dislike something you did or said. What if he misinterpreted?

You also continue ordering the same coffee. Your newfound trick to not throw it away? Take it to work and give it to Sabrina. You know you are wasting money, but Leon's smile is worth every cent, especially when you place the money on the counter for "Leon's order". Like one morning, two weeks after your first visit, you enter the shop, and it is Luis at the register.

"Hello, pretty thing. Same order?" Luis asks, winking. 

"You know me, Luis, I am loyal." 

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Luis sighs, pretending to be disappointed. Ashley waves in your direction when she sees you, asking. "Let me guess, another Leon's order to go?"

"You know, it is my dream. One of those days, you will enter those doors and ask 'Can I get Luis's order or maybe Ashley's?" Luis teases, "No, it must always be Leon's order. I have started to wonder why."

"I like his coffee," You whisper in your defense. Luis smiles, knowing exactly what you like. He points to Leon's back, too focused on a coffee maker. "Your boyfriend is waiting."

You show off your tongue, rolling your eyes and going toward Leon. He guides a cup of steaming milk into a to-go cup, almost as if he is drawing. You don't say anything, watching his concentrated face as he finishes. Every inch of his attention to whatever he is drawing. When Leon is done, he turns toward you, opening a smile.

"H-hey. Here it is."

He puts the to-go cup in front of you, uncovered. You find it weird but don't discuss it.

"Morning. Thank you. My favorite, as always." You grab a lid nearby, closing it. Leon seems disappointed but doesn't say anything. You quickly take a sip, holding back a scowl. "Perfect as always, Leon. Thank you. I don't even know where I would be without Leon's every morning... Leon's order, I mean!"

The frown is gone, and Leon smiles timidly, blushing. Of course, you must embarrass yourself in front of him, but honestly, you don't mind. Your mornings always got much better after seeing his smile. You leave the coffee, waving bye to Ashley and Luis. When you are gone, Ashley and Luis surround Leon, too curious.

"Did they see it this time?" Luis wonders.

"No."

"Such a nice person, but so clueless," Ashley sighs, holding her chin. "Maybe you should just try writing your phone number on the cup, it would be more direct."

"Or maybe they don't like me that much..." Leon declares, making his co-workers groan.

"Not this again, Leon."

-x-

Three weeks pass like that. You go in, say hi to Ashley and Luis, get your coffee with Leon, smile at each other, and leave for work. There is some teasing here and there from Ashley and Luis, you tease back, and that is it. You wonder if you should get a different order, but Sabrina seems happy enough with the coffee, you are happy enough to see Leon, so it works.

The next morning, you enter the café to find Ashley organizing a casket of brownies. After greeting each other, you grab one from the basket. So those were the limited edition brownies Sabrina always talked about.

"Hey, Ashley, are those the famous delicious brownies?"

"Yeah. Made by an extraordinary chef, but I can't reveal his identity. It is top secret."

"Can I get one? And also a Le-"

"Leon's order? Yes, yes, I know," She groans, sounding tired. Leon appears from the back office, opening his usual smile when he sees you. You like to think it is your special smile, but it is probably how he smiles at every single client.

"Hey."

"Morning, Leon."

He starts preparing your drink the way he always does. You wonder if Leon is bored or if he can even make it with his eyes closed. Maybe you should ask him if his favorite order has even changed next time? As you watch Leon work, you give a big bite to the brownie. It is delicious. The perfect balance between chocolate and sweetness. 

"Ashley, those are so freaking good!" You exclaim, bringing her attention back to you.

"Oh really? Our chef will love to hear that!" Ashley says with a suggestive tone, giving a quick side look to Leon. You finish the brownie in a few bites as Leon puts your cup on the counter, his cheeks painted red. Again your cup is uncovered. You grab the lid and close it. It has become a ritual by now. 

"Thanks again, Leon."

When you look up at him, Leon has a different expression in his eyes. He blushes, no more than he usually does, his hand raised. Before you can ask what is wrong, he places his hand over yours on the cup lid. His hand is warm, probably normal for someone working with hot drinks all the time. You don't say anything, waiting. Leon seems to be waiting as well, for you to say anything. Neither of you does, and the moment is broken when the door opens, a huge group of women coming in.

"Sorry, I don't know—" 

"Bye!" You rush out of those doors, not looking back.

Well, that was certainly odd, you think. Leon has never touched you before. It seems that he wanted to tell you something, but at the same time, he was waiting for you to say something? When you get to work ten minutes later, the cup still warm in your hands, you search for Sabrina, not finding her. Gabriel, your other co-worker, explains she is sick.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Nasty flu."

"Oh, okay. I will message her later then."

You look at the cup in your hands to her empty table before asking Gabriel.

"Hey, do you want some coffee?"

"Free? Don't mind if I do! What has on it?"

"I guess coffee, milk, cinnamon? I don't really know."

"You don't know?" Gabriel asks, grabbing the cup from you. "You don't know what is in your cup? Here, let me smell it, I have an excellent sense of smell." He opens the lid to smell it and exclaims, "Awn, this is cute."

"What?"

"The heart."

"What heart?"

Gabriel carefully gets the cup to show you a heart drawing on top. You want to hit yourself in the head; is that what Leon has been doing? That's why he held your hand this morning to show the heart? No, it couldn't be. When Gabriel starts taking the cup to his mouth, you pull the cup back, placing the lid.

"Sorry, Gabriel, gotta go! I will return with another one!"

You rush back to the store, holding the cup firmly. Maybe, just maybe, Leon has been drawing those for you only, and you always close the lid? Maybe this is what he was trying to tell you this morning. What if Leon draws a heart for everyone? Shouldn't you be paying for that? What if—? No, no time to think of that. Perhaps this is your chance. You enter the shop, gasping for air. Ashley is nowhere around, and Leon is dusting around the table. When he sees you, his brows furrow, but he doesn't hesitate to get close to you.

"Are you okay? Something wrong?" Leon sounds concerned, his eyes scanning you.

You try to speak, still catching your breath. You pull the lid, triumphant.

"What does this mean?" 

When you two look at the cup, the drawing is gone. There is just a mess of brown liquid, smelling like vanilla and cinnamon. You can't believe it. You turn to Leon, pointing at the cup and him, your mouth opening and closing.

"Have you been drawing hearts in my cup this whole time?"

"I have." He admits, blushing. 

"Thanks?" Jeez, you couldn't come with something better. Leon nods as if understanding before starting to turn away. "No, wait, please, I mean, I like them. A lot."

His face lights up, and you wonder how someone can look so adorable. It is so unfair for you poor heart.

"Tha-that's good, then. I was wondering when you would see them."

"Well, 'cause the lady who drinks my coffee doesn't open the cups!" You try to explain to him, biting your tongue. Leon waits, confused. "Yeah, I don't like coffee," You finally confess your secret somberly, like a sinner talking to a priest.

"So wait. You don't like coffee and keep ordering it? Why?"

Well, now it is your turn to feel your face burning. Realization passes through Leon's face, and he starts stuttering something before three older ladies walk in, going directly to the cashier. He grabs your cup, his heart thumping as he rushes to write something. When Leon gives you back, you see his number written in black ink.

"Ca-can we discuss this better later tonight? If you want to, of course," Leon asks. You nod. "Then you can tell me all about your hate for coffee."

"I would love to."

I'm a sucker for bully Leon

Wicked Game

Bully!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, dirty talk, bully Leon (he's nicer in this one), perv Leon, bratty reader, bullying (obviously), begging, oral (f) mention, slight dub-con (reader is secretly into it), cheating, leon gets drunk hes REALLY thristy in this one

“No fucking way.” Leon’s smirk stretched his lips into a full blown grin when he spotted you. You had been avoiding him. So why are you back at the bar, princess?

Title from the song Wicked Game by Chris Isaak (*totally reccomend listening to the song here)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 of the Topless series

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“No fucking way.”

Leon’s smirk stretched his lips into a full blown grin when he spotted you. The crowd was unusually dense on the dark little dance floor of the bar. You were a smart cookie that’s for sure, going private on social media, springing out of your seat as soon as the professor said class dismissed. Leon was starting to get the feeling that maybe, just maybe, there were some hard feelings about what happened in the bathroom stall. You never stepped foot back in that club in fact, you left without a word. Not the only thing you left without that night. Besides your dignity, you forgot something else too. He fished his wallet out of his pocket, fingers slowly curled around the little plastic card wedged between his daddy’s credit card and an XL condom he was never going to use. 

Your ID card. He’d got it from the bartender, who figured you'd be missing it eventually, with the promise to return it to you. It'd be so so tedious to have to go about replacing it. Stuck in dmv hell, waiting in line for hours? Bummer. Your face Leon imagined when you had realized it was missing, ugh, he’d pay real money just to get a picture of it.. All wide eyed, panicked. Just how he liked you. He could pop a boner just from that. That and maybe a picture of your tits.

And now here you stand, in this smaller, shittier bar halfway across town. That old club was pretentious anyway, too close to campus so it was usually brimming with college kids. But not this bar. This was a locals bar, with grumpy middle aged regulars who came in at 10 am. Bikers and golf dads coexisted in harmony here. The barkeep was also the owner, he’d offer you free popcorn if you got too drunk. 

The music from the dancefloor drifted to Leon’s barstool. The crowd of bodies surged and blew hot air. There was a jukebox, pool tables, darts, a coke shelf in the bathroom. It was great. Leon sat on a barstool, four asses down from a rowdy group of middle aged men. They raised their double shots of tequila in the air. One for a finalized divorce and another for scoring a new (albeit younger) girlfriend soon after said divorce. Leon snickered, lifting his empty cup with them. They tossed back liquid gold as Girl, You’ll be a Woman Soon kicked on to the jukebox. Sucking on limes they whooped and cheered. 

Leon didn’t have to look to see where their eyes had drifted. Your hips knew the song before you did, oblivious to the heavy stares. Leon’s fist squeezed his sweating glass. He wanted to grab those hips while you were on top of him, help you ride his cock like a goddamn mechanical bull, sweat pouring down the back of your thighs, screaming his- 

“Care for some popcorn, son? It’s on the house.”

Leon is already pushing his stack of empty glasses away, cutting through the crowd like a hunter’s machete in a jungle. That jungle being broads old enough to be his mother, and mothers hot enough they could make him a daddy. His pulse was pounding slow and hard in his ears. He was a man on a mission, stumbling through the crowd. Brain running half a thought and a whole lot of alcohol. Leon was going to ruin your night. Again.

He adjusted his already half chubbed cock in his pants,lurked in the crowd. He saw a double of you, shaking your ass with your arms thrown over your head. Moving to the music, while some guy behind you had his hands on your waist. Standing there like a jackass with a stiffy against your back, practically moaning into your hair from the way you rolled your hips. What a loser, Leon scoffed as he shouldered the poor sap aside and did the exact same thing. You didn’t even notice the switch as the next contestant stepped up, his large hands snaked around to grip fat of your hips. Pushing you around like warm wet clay, moving you with the music with his own hips. Dancing you on him, how you wanted to be danced with. Stupid thing you are probably wondering for a half second how the mystery guy behind you could step away and come back a second later with the balls to actually dance with you. Leon wanted to laugh, but then the jig would be over all too soon.

You felt the absence of the man panting like a dog into your hair instantly, replaced with self assured hands. They pulled you back with ease into a wall of plush muscle, You fit together like puzzle pieces. The thickening cock against your lower back, the smell of the leather jacket and cologne the man wore made you groan. You thought he was hard before, it felt thicker, longer against the curve of your ass. But somehow softer? Was there an opposite of a grower you didn’t know about, small when hard, hung when soft. The room was dark, but you danced with your eyes closed because it made your drunk head spin in the best way. 

It felt good, especially after the hell you went through all week. The world had swallowed up your ID, and couldn't find it anywhere. Then your vibrator died, never to bzztt! again. You laid her to rest in a shoe box under your bed. Nearly gave yourself a carpal tunnel to pick up her slack. And last but not least, you swear that prick’s jizz made your face breakout. 

Leon could see your previous dance partner giving him stink eye, but he could care less.You lolled your head against his shoulder while he manipulated your body like a dolly. Slowly swaying, leading your oblivious drunk ass around, his hands slid around your body. Wrapping you up in big arms, you had let out a string of heavier breaths, hooking your hand over the back of his neck to play with the fine hair there. 

“Guess who...” he whispered, disguising his voice in a deeper timbre..

Your eyes fluttered open, his fingers dragging up your ribs. Cupping your breasts. His thumbs smoothed over your hard nipples, they already were pebbled inside your dress. You whined softly, smelling the alcohol on the man’s breath. He yanked your hips back, flush against him.

“...princess.”

…wait, what? Your eyes shot open, you may have pulled a muscle with how fast your head whipped around. Your bully, you were face to face with who you’d been grinding up on the entire time. You didn’t know if the divorced dad rock playing in the background made it more mortifying or not. Leon didn’t let go of you, he grinned like a madman, you gave him the exact reaction he wanted. You tried to jump away, you’d never live it down. Humiliation burned in your skin, Leon snorted a laugh. “Guess you didn’t know it was me, did you?”

“Eewwww!” you squealed like a pig, your face screwing up tight. Ah there it was, mhm, good mood ruined. Leon groaned under his breath. You smacked his arm hard as he giggled when he had made you cringe. “You were totally grinding on me!”

“Ewww! You were totally liking it. Dancing with a guy you didn’t even know. getting all hot and bothered, tch.” Leon mimicked back at you, still mechanically pushing your hips to get them to give him what he wanted. Like you were a jammed vending machine. Hell no.”I think you wanted me to keep going? You seemed to like these hands on your hips a second ago.”

“Oh, shut up.” you gripped his hands to pry his fingers off, with a scowl. “Says the coward who couldn’t just ask me to dance, do you even know the word ‘please’?”

Leon pouted as you managed to slip away from him, he had sworn he just had you in his grip and suddenly you were a foot away from him trying to dance on your own again. His head felt slower on the uptake than usual, blinking at the empty space between his fingers where you had once been, wondering how you teleported. 

Oh. Oh. hello vodka, old friend, where ya been? Leon felt vodka rear back a fist and pop him in the head. He was drunk. Drunk, drunk. 

“What’s the big deal? I got you to dance with me didn't I? But if you want straightforward, I can do that.” he stepped up behind you again, crowding into your personal space. Leon threw an arm around you dragging you back by your hips, tucking you under his heavy arm. His body heat radiated through his clothes. You could feel him grab a handful of your ass to slot your leg between his. Puzzle pieces once again. His soft cock was heavy against your thigh, but he ground it against you anyway. And true to his word, he definitely wasn’t being subtle about the way he groaned into your neck. “You know what this song is about right? And you’re just dancing away, while all these old fucks look at you.” 

He squeezed your ass cheek. “S’like the song is talking about you, princess. You’ll be a woman soon, you’ll need a man.” he sounded ridiculous, this whole citation was ridiculous. Your nose scrunching up at your bully. You were getting second hand embarrassment, but Leon didn’t seem to care, in fact he kept going. Even with your own breath perfumed with coconut rum, even you weren't that drunk to find this appealing. His groping hands move your body to the sweet notes of the guitar. Leon moved his hand to yours, in his head he imagined you two locked in a steamy tango, faces inches apart. Your leg hiked over his, with a rose between his teeth. But reality was much less steamy and a lot more like everyone was beginning to stare and murmur. Your eyes darted around, your lips in a tight line. You could probably try batting an SOS with your eyelashes in morse code, Now was it dot dot dash? Or maybe 3 dashes, and 6 dots? No no, it was definitely dot dot dot. Then dash-

“I wanna eat that wet little pussy so bad.”

Leon’s forehead pressed into yours, he all but groaned into your mouth. Looking at you through his heavy lashes, blue eyes glassy and sparkling. Not a trace of decorum. You wanted to laugh in his face, you wanted to scoff, smack him, roll your eyes. But something in the pit of your stomach lurched when you saw how serious he looked. With some sick twist in your gut you raised your eyebrows at his horny confession. A sly smile spread over your face.

Time for a little payback?

You searched his eyes quietly with mock interest. He looked so serious, as if he had said it with his whole chest. You gave him nothing in return. No reaction, no wide eyes, and Leon actually whines. His grumpy eyebrows furrowed, crease deepening between them. Was he pouting? Because you weren't saying anything. It sent a surge of heat between your folds. His eyes dropped to his thick thigh between yours, then back up to your face. “I just felt your pussy throb.”

He dove in like a man starved, grabbing the back of your head and pressing heated kisses to your neck. Sucking harshly at the sensitive spot just below your ear. Nipping it with his teeth. Your nerves suddenly prickled with a sharp inhale. “O-oh my god,” you groaned nervously, panic setting in. Leon’s arms squeeze you tighter, before you could even begin to push him away  “You are so drunk.”

“I am so drunk.” he mimicked you again, with a slight snarl, his breathing spiking into heavier breaths. His fingers twisted into the fabric of your dress. Tongue swirling against the column of your throat til you were sure he was leaving marks. “And so horny.” he said between rough kisses. You swallowed hard as you felt him break tiny capillaries beneath your skin. His free hand squeezed your breast. Completely different from the soft brush of his fingers earlier. You squeaked in surprise. “Just know that little cunt is wet for me, bet you taste so good. Wanna taste it.” 

Leon didn’t seem to care about the sea of people around you two in earshot, dancing around you. His husky voice rumbling in his chest, and against yours. Kneading your boob, weighing it in his hand and groping it. “Jeez, you're even drunker than I thought.” 

“Please,” he breathed out, “ I want it so bad, princess.” he tucked his nose into your neck and inhaled your perfume like a bump of coke. Your bully was begging…to eat your pussy. Your mouth went dry. Leon was just so horny and handsy your goosebumps raced over your skin, sobering you. The song had ended. 

“Let’s just calm down.”

“Don’t tell me  to calm down.” He whispered, in a harsh tone. Lust dripping from his pores like sweat. “You wanted straightforward right? Said I was a coward. Well, here I am, even said please. I’ll say it again too, Please, let me bury my face in your cunt.” 

You felt shaken up, and frazzled. Mouth gaping open and closed like a carp. You forced out a laugh, “oho, you are going to feel so silly when you wake up tomorrow and remember this.” you felt like your throat was closing up around a piece of unchewed food. Your cheeks burning hotter and hotter, eyes flitting around the bar. Leon could feel your heart pound against his chest, he wanted to hike your dress up and sloppily make out with your cunt right then and there. To take you apart on his tongue right here on this dancefloor. 

He didn’t even feel the strange looks they were getting. He was so drunk, he was practically drooling and babbling into your skin, spit dripping down his chin. “Mmh, I’m gonna want to eat that cute pussy out tomorrow morning too. I want to wake up with my face buried between those thighs.” 

“Um, what? Leon-”

“You heard what I said.” He was leaning his weight into you, putting uncomfortable pressure on your lower back. Your core muscles trembled under the strain of having to hold him and yourself up. He rubbed his face against your collar bone, burying it in between your breasts. Your pussy was throbbing with how much she wanted attention, slit dragging against the rough material of his jeans. Your clit getting more friction then before. He humped your leg like a dog in heat. You whimpered a moan. You noticed his cock was still soft. “Don’t act like you didn’t hear how much I want to eat your pussy til you cry.” 

Who was this man and what has he done with the Leon you knew? 

“Want that sweet cunt waiting for me in my bed, waiting for me to kiss her all over. Wanna make you feel so good. You can sit on my face, ride my nose, grind that clit on my tongue. Wrap your legs around my head so I can’t get away, fuck- anything, please.”

You were starting to think now was the time to call him a cab. Despite the ache in your swollen bud, and the fact he was about to make you cum on his leg, he was slurring his words, hips rocking. Acting like he was pussydrunk before even getting a taste. His pupils were blown wide with a dark hunger. Leon’s large hands squeezed your hips firm enough you’d find ten tiny bruises later. 

“Woah, woah Leon.” payback be damned, you're not a monster. You pushed against his chest slightly and he bucked his hips, “Look, we’ve haven’t even had s-sex before, let’s, uh, let’s just head back to the dorm. Maybe get you some water, mmh- you want, uh popcorn? I can get you some popcorn?”

“Yet. We haven't had sex yet, princess. But I know you want to. I saw the way you stared at my cock before.” He crowded into your space further, somehow. But his hands began to stroke your hips where he had dug his fingers in. Soothing the welts, his tone turning softer, like he was trying to not be so rough. 

You’d never seen your bully act like this before. Or anyone for that matter. Well, expect that one time your friend went a little overboard and started crying about how pets can’t communicate to their owners. Because, what if they had a tummy ache or a headache?? How would you even know? You wouldn’t. Poor thing, they’d just be sitting there with a migraine listening to your screechy baby talk, boohoo. 

“Let me tell you what we're gonna do. We're gonna go back to my place, and you're gonna blow me.” Leon said with a frustrated huff. You swallowed a lump in your throat, nails digging into his pecs. It’s like he could read your mind from back them, how you had wanted him to slide home into your mouth, feel the weight of him stretch your jaw open. To feel him dump his cum down your throat. 

“Leon, you’re too drunk to even get it up right now, for starters.” you pinched the bridge of your nose, taking a staggering step back. Your hips stuttering, orgasm bubbling up. It felt like he was going to snap your spine under his dead weight. His rubbing was right on that swollen bud, you were going to cum right here, nope- You grunted as your lower back pinched, giving him a hard shove. Patience growing thin. If there was one thing you hated was having to take care of drunk, handsy men. 

“You’ll just have to work your mouth on me a little bit, I’ll get it up.” he nodded decidedly, like he had it all figured out. Doing the math in his head. Finally standing on his own and away from you just in the nick of time. Fingers curling at his sides as if he was resisting the urge to grab you again. He looked deep in thought, he had been feeling his cock fail to get past half mast for the last twelve songs. “Okay, maybe I can’t get it up right now, but my mouth still works.”

You rubbed your temples at his one track mind. He was thinking with his dick, and even his second head wasn’t working properly. “Oh don’t worry, Leon, I’ve definitely noticed that your mouth still works.” you snapped, your eyes giving him a pointed just shut up look. You hooked your hand around his bicep, “come on, whiskey dick.” you grumbled, tugging him away from the dancefloor. You couldn’t stand the weird looks you were getting from the dancers around you. You ducked your head, shielding your face with your hand. Leon on the other hand, had a big dopey grin on his face, letting you drag him away, prodding you in the side, tickling you.

“Mmm, you like that I’m not shutting up about it.” he tease, Leon was nothing if not a whore for attention. He two finger saluted the crowd, throwing up a ‘call me’ hand sign to the woman by the dj who was old enough to be his grandma. The eyes on him made his cock attempt to fill out, twitching in his jeans..* You lead him to the empty part of bar where the pool tables and little arcade was, far away from the crowd. The machines beep and played little electronic jingles. 

You parked his ass near a pool table, “sit. Wait here, okay?” His eyebrows raised, but he sat down on the lip of the table. Leon felt the table immediately tetter and sag under his bulk. You yanked a handful of darts from a board against the wall. You carefully press them into his grasp with a challenge. “Here. Bet you can’t get a bullseye.” 

It was like something clicked in his brain, a cocky smirk back on his lips. “I won’t miss.” God, it was like distracting a dog with treats while it got a shot at the vet. Leon lined up the first dart, for a moment. He turned and looked at you before he threw the dart without a glance at the board. Bullseye. The way your eyes bulged he didn’t even need to check. Leon knew. He took the second. Bullseye again. 

“I think you forgot to struggle there, bud.” you gave him a suspicious look, “You’re surprisingly accurate for someone who's supposed to be drunk out of his mind right now.”

“What can I say? Guess I’m just naturally skilled.” he threw another dart. Bullseye again. You tapped your high heel on the ground irritably. He lined up the final dart, making a big show of pretending he was going to throw it. He pulled his hand back, and-

“I'll let you hit if you make this one.”

The dart lands with a thunk! Off center, not exactly a bullseye. Leon’s shoulders sag, blinking at his mistake. You watch his expression morph into a sour look, he crosses to the dart board, squint at the missed bullseye. Missed by a hair. He yanks the darts out of the board one by one, grumbling. You take his seat on the pool table green. 

“Aw, someone looks disappointed.” you cross your legs, using a baby voice to mock him. 

Leon cracks a smile, he actually laughs at your teasing him. You look a little relieved, your distraction seemed to have helped him a little. His eyes aren't dark with lust, and he hasn’t said the word pussy in at least fifteen minutes.

“Wanna know something funny? I’m actually drunker than I was ten minutes ago.” he says proudly, like he’d accomplished something just by getting more smashed. 

“You know what else is funny? I’m not even buzzed, you cupped your hand around your mouth, pretending to wave at the bartender. ”I think, whiskey dick over here needs some water.” 

“Water isn’t any fun.” Leon smiles, he leaned down, putting both hands on either side of you on the pool table. Boxing you in. He was nearly straddling your legs. “I know just what you need though, what you deserve,” You can feel your heart skip a beat, his tone wipes that look off your face. He grabs your chin, tilting your head up. “Is that cute little pussy eaten out til you cry.”

“Are you always this eager to eat pussy?” you shrink away, an uneasy laugh, trying to sound casual. You shift back slightly on the pool table green, your hand smacking one of the balls into a cluster of them. Making solid clicking noises behind you as they collided with each other. Leon laughs, tone turning to his usual cocky lilt. 

“I can’t believe you just moved my balls like that.” he cocked an eyebrow, dripping with insinuation.

You snort an unexpected laugh, darting your face away to cover the real laugh that just left your mouth. Your shoulder bouncing with repressed giggles. “Oh, oops, m’sorry.” you swing your legs gently as they hang off the table. “Not like you were gonna use them anyway.”

“Ouch.” he ducked his head to one of the marks he had sucked onto your neck, that you'll probably be mad about later. He nibbles into your sensitive skin. Your shoulders hike up by your ears. 

“That tickles-” you gasp out, your warm cheeks say otherwise. Leon pulled back, eyes locked onto yours before he takes a chance, going in for a kiss. He seems to hesitate between chaste and real kiss at first. Before he’s putting his weight into it, his eyes slipping closed. His hand cups the back of your head, thumb running over the apple of your cheek. Your back is straight as an arrow, his lips are surprisingly soft, plush. Leon tastes like cigarettes,  your mouth goes slack. The first time he’d kissed you, he had his hand around your throat. This felt different. 

Leon felt it too, because he retreated slowly, like he didn’t really want to stop. He cleared his throat, straightening up and away from you. 

“I didn’t think I had it in me to kiss that softly, definitely have never done that before.” he rubbed the back of his neck. Looking confused at himself, His blue eyes flitted back to you like he wanted to lean in and do it all over again. Meanwhile you felt like you were being waterboarded. You gasped, eyes going wide in a completely delayed response. 

“W-well never do it again.” you hopped off the pool table, smacking your cheeks. Trying to get some sense in your brain, it felt like your heart was hammering in your chest. You swipe at your mouth with the back of your hand. “I think it’s time for me to go home.”

Leon’s small smile drops, his brows knit together. That softer side of him snapping closed like a clam. He recovered with a defensive scoff, he didn’t think after all you two had done a little kiss would be such a big deal. It was a huge deal He stamped down the part of himself that felt slightly hurt down deep. Leon crossed his arms, “it was just a little kiss, don’t be stupid. It’s not like I’m getting you pregnant, princess.”

“I have a boyfriend.” 

He got that look back in his eyes when he heard that. That look he gave when he wanted to bully you, that look that meant you arent going anywhere. He wasn’t done with you yet. Leon grabbed your arm. “Your boyfriend isn’t here, and I don’t see why a stupid little kiss should would set you off like this.” he heaved a sigh, sounding annoyed. His grip on your wrist was surprisingly gentle for someone usually so rough. Leon didn’t yank or tug. He just held it. “Please, don’t leave.” 

There it was again. The p-word. You’d never heard him say it until today. Until you’d brought it up earlier. You felt your heart was being quartered and drawn. You took your arm back.

“I know you like to bully me, and make fun of me or whatever it is you do. But this,” you made a vague gesture, voice level. You wrung your hands, looking at the floor. “This is going too far, okay? I’m not here to kiss you or hang out or any of that other stuff. You're my bully, for god’s sake, and i have a boyfriend-”

“Do you always have to be so dramatic?” Leon shut you down, rolling his eyes. “One stupid little kiss and now you can’t even look me in the eye? That's really some bullshit, you know that?” He ran his hair through his hair, hissing out a breath. Maybe he was drunk, maybe that's why the next words out of his mouth were something you’d never expect him to say. “Look, okay, I'm sorry…for kissing you. I got carried away.'' He didn’t even mention the other times he got ‘carried away’ like the club bathroom…and the hallway…and the first day of the semester… it sounded like pulling teeth, like he wasn’t actually sorry for all the trouble he caused. You could hear the attitude in it. It only sounded like he meant half of it. He sounded like a child.``now are you gonna hang out with me or are you gonna leave?”

You turn to walk away, only making it to the bar before he’s calling after you. But he barks a laugh, chasing after you like always. He whines,“Where ya goin’ princess?”

“Home. I don’t want to hang out with you. I just want to go home.” 

“We literally live in the same dorm building, you realize that right?” he snorted, “even if you leave now, I’m going the same way home.”

“You sound like a creep, I’ll have you know.” 

“Come on, after that great kiss, I think you ought to buy me a drink.”

“I think you’ve had enough.” you shoot back, god your feet were killing you, the strappy high heels digging into your ankles. Leon scoops you up under the armpits, dumping you on a barstool and sliding into the one next to you with a look of triumph. It’s only when you're off your feet the pain really sets in, your toes are pinches, a blister brewing. Your arch feels stiff as a cadaver. Leon orders you a drink, and you reach down to check the damage. 

He grabs your ankle, propping your foot up on knee. You hiss, even though he was being uncharacteristically gentle, it’s a little jarring. “Watch it! Jeez, what are you a caveman?” He ignores you in favor of popping your shoe off your foot, setting your pump neatly down on the ground. WHile he pulls your foot into his lap, his fingers and thumbs working to take the soreness out of your foot. Leon is staring at your face the entire time. 

It’s almost unfair how good it feels. Your eyes ping pong from the floor, to your foot in his hands, his face, your new drink on the bar top. You rest your chin on your palm, leaning resigned on the bar top. 

“So…I noticed you’ve hardly been calling me princess all night. What’s up with that?” you laugh but the words fall flat.

“Are you complaining? Do you want me to call you princess again or something?” he chuckled softly. He ran the heel of his hand up and down the arch of your foot. His hands were so warm. “I mean, you can always just call me daddy from now on, ill allow it.”

You scrunched up your nose. “Gross, absolutely not…” had you said that too defensively? Nah the daddy thing was not your cup of tea…unless? No, no! get it together, girl. “You know what I meant.”

“I know, I know, I’m just messing with you, princess.” 

You sip meekly at your sweating glass of vodka cranberry. These are probably what got Leon so drunk earlier, they tasted like pure candy. You turned your face away as he said the nickname. Leon caught the hint of a smile on your lips. He lifted your other foot now, pulling it off slow. “Why do girls wear these things anyway? Just like the way your legs look in them or?”

“They're just shoes, Leon.” You bit your lip as he dug his thumbs into the sole of your other foot. Letting out a little breath of relief.

“Mhm, I know they're just shoes, princess. I was just saying, don’t they feel better off?”

He tucks your second shoe with its sister and works hard at the tension in that problem area. You were seeing a lot of sides of Leon tonight. It was like he’d flipped off the bully part of his brain and somehow decided to care about your comfort. Even your boyfriend didn’t do this for you and Leon was here doing it in public at a bar. “Uh huh, I think they're going back to the store after tonight, I think I got the wrong size or something. I need to return a few things to the mall anyway.” you mentioned off handedly, the sweet vodka and cranberry washing easy over your tongue. You started to roll and stretch the ankle in Leon’s lap. He looked down at your poor foot. 

He seemed to consider something for a few beats before he nodded. The mall hmm…

He patted your foot, with a smirk.

“Yeah, probably for the best.” 

You lull into a quiet conversation.

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE THE COLOR PINK AND HOW MUCH PINK CLOTHING AND SHIT I HAVE.

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗟𝗘𝗢𝗡 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗞 𝗚𝗙.

❝𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧❞ 𝘣𝘧 𝘪𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘹 𝘨𝘧 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ❝𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦❞ 𝘛𝘖𝘖𝘛𝘏 𝘙𝘖𝘛𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍, 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘛, 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘚𝘜𝘎𝘎𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘝𝘌 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘺, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘺, 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦?

 ✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

leon's life, let's say, is devoid of all pink shades and carefreeness is almost complete,wherever he is, he is haunted by grayness, and the tones of his usual clothes are also not selective in brightness but rather lean toward black and blue, not to mention the fact that the events in his life as such are also not rosy, not at all.

but all the missing pink shades were added to him by you, and he damnably adored you, your pink clothes, cosmetic accessories, elements of home comfort, you instantly colored his life with your presence, starting with the image and ending with the details that gradually formed in his apartment — pink pillows, plush toys, sheets, brushes, shower gel with some incredibly sweet scent? everything he didn't have.

leon himself did not notice how the gentle shade began to attract him, although to be more precise, he was attracted to you, and the color was just a pleasant coloring of his everyday life, he treated you as he saw you, with a funny insistence that because of all this you reminded him of a princess, that’s why he behaved appropriately with you, gentle kisses, gentle touches, carrying you in his arms and trying to keep you from any danger, like a porcelain doll, afraid that an extra word, action or movement — would break you.

he looked with adoration when you bought some new clothes with him, a bunch of frills on blouses and skirts, some charming stockings and shoes, and not necessarily something open, sometimes it could be long sleeve shirts, jeans, with some particularly cute print and pink color, showing him things and trying them on yourself, listening to the approving hums, looking into his burning blue eyes and listening to how he continually, unable to restrain himself, showered you with compliments, asking you to twirl — «have a best girlfriend in the world, hmm? such a pretty dollie, such a gorgeous girl, twirl for me darling, would you?»

there were times when you both sat in the living room on the weekend, you on a soft sofa with your legs apart and with some kind of cosmetic mask on your face, while leon sat on the carpet between your spaced plush thighs, his dark strands collected with a soft bandana as you carefully placed the same mask you wore on his face, despite the fact that his skin was usually incredibly clear, you wanted him to relax with you, even if it meant listening to his mumbled complaints — «sweetheart, i don't think it's.. uh.. for me»

but you just frown in response, pouting a little and muttering with feigned resentment in your voice — «want you to be pretty with me» and how can he say no to that? a slightly rough laugh immediately sounds under your ear and he waves his head slightly, still allowing you to carefully and evenly place the fabric mask on his face to get into the cutouts, when he looks into your eyes and slightly stretches out his lips like a tube, beckoning you to kiss him, to which you immediately smile and softly peck him on the lips, fidgeting with your nose against his with a pleased look, carefully holding the mask on your own face.

leon also loved to take warm baths with you, he never thought that bathing in aromatic oils and pink foam with the scent of cherry could relax so much, and how wrong he was, because as soon as he settled into a ceramic bath and your warm body pressed against his, settling between his legs, he immediately wearily buries his nose in the back of your neck, causing you to giggle lightly from the tickling as he squeezes you like a plush toy, feeling how the tension in his muscles gradually seems to dissolve.

he allows you to rub fragrant oils into his shoulders, massaging in circular motions and watching as his eyelashes flutter, closing his blue eyes that practically roll back when you move along his arms, sitting to face him and allowing him to soon hide in your damp shoulder, going limp and making relieved moans every time you massaged the knots in his muscles, devoting all your time to caring for your beloved man, wash his dark mop of hair for him, scratching and massaging, knowing that he will definitely return everything, as soon as he'd regain a little from complete relaxation.

leon will feel guilty if he doesn’t return the favor, so don’t expect that you will leave the bathroom until he washes you in return, his warm calloused palms covered with pinkish foam gently fidget over your soft body, gently massaging your shoulders and shamelessly going down to your tender breasts, squeezing and not hesitating to tease, running over your slightly erect and hard nipples, lightly squeezing them and rubbing them with his pads, making you let out a slight whine and jerk your legs, murmuring — «l-lee! mmh, n-not fair, i wanted you to relax!»

he just laughs, finding your words and desire to take care of him charming, as if it seems to you that he will fall apart if he overexerts himself, and how can he restrain himself when you are sitting between his legs so beautiful, with wet shiny skin, he can’t restrain himself while being next to you, always touching, kissing, and in the end it all ends in slow sex, but your desire is the law and he doesn’t want to upset you, so with a short kiss on the curve of your neck, he removes his hands from your body so that instead wash your hair, he can do at least something, right?

he knew that after the bath you would definitely go to bed where dusty pinkish bed linens, fluffy blankets and a couple of your plush toys would be waiting for him, a wide contrast to how his bedroom used to look, two pillows and some gray or blue sheets, but now everything smelled of comfort, as well as the soft notes of floral laundry conditioner, he loved what his life had become, he loved falling asleep and waking up in this bed with you, holding you close to him every night, like hugging a plush toy.

usually he sleeps buried in your chest or neck, the closer the better, happy when you lay in his arms as if curled up and he could snuggle closer to your warmth and scent, and be that as it may, his sleep next to you is like a baby’s, he wakes up much more relaxed and cheerful, he’s really damn grateful to you for embellishing his life, and, well, he can afford a little whim in honor of gratitude, right?

especially when you're lying there in one of your adorable nighties, the soft fabric flowing over your body, and underneath there's definitely an adorable pair of panties just for him, so you won't mind too much if he settles between your soft legs and pulls them down, maybe just pushes them away to the side, making sure to find the wet folds and twitching clit bud, letting your fingers bury themselves in his fluffy strands, as baby blues eyes look at you with a slight smile on his handsome face and he whispers softly, making you clench and gush around nothing — «let me take care of you, pretty girl? wanna thank you properly for all your care»

of course you agree, spreading your legs wider and letting him wrap his arms around them for comfort, briefly lifting up to kiss your lips and rosy cheeks, before delve in ‹𝟹

how do yall GET these responses *sobs*

Compilation of Leon being a bit too horny

I've got ya bb

You and Leon decided to go to the mall for today. You've already gotten some cute drinks from the food court and decided to walk around the mall for a bit. And of course, you found something you really liked. It's what you've been wanting for months. Leon (obviously) noticed you run up to it like a child. "Oh my God, Leon can we pleaseee get this?" You asked, excitement in your eyes. Leon chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully.

"Alright, alright. Let's check out the store, princess." You both went inside the shop and you looked around, overjoyed at anything you liked. Leon made sure to take note of this. Soon, a few minutes had passed by and Leon was already about to exit the store. "You coming?"

"I didn't get what I wanted yet!"

"Don't worry about it, just come here."

You slightly pouted and walked over to Leon. "So we gonna go?" And the moment you asked, Leon had pulled out a bag with a few things you really wanted.

That excitement Leon saw in your eyes was totally worth buying the items for you.

I hope this was to your liking. I literally wrote this on the spot.

Someone help, give me a prompt so I can make a small drabble and get motivation for writing

specifically for Leon Kennedy. from RE2 to DI

Hey klee!! I just finished RE4R but somehow I can't stop thinking about RE2 Leon!!! Help!! Got any ideas for some fluff (or smut hehe) surrounding college-boyfriend!Leon?? It might be a little niche but it's consuming and rotting my brain I can'ttt I have a couple thoughts but I'm wondering if you have any headcanons or drabbles on how he'd ask you(or reader) out, would you get to see him between classes (maybe he's in the academy, or maybe he's in college w/ you), hmmm maybe what it'd be like if you were sharing a place... idk something wholesome!! (or maybe a lil spicy but I don't really have any ideas about that besides Leon being a switch/sub)

Omg I'm so into Leon being a switch leaning towards sub :3

Here are my takes/headcanons about Leon Kennedy being your silly college bf!!

Afab!reader

SFW:

-We're most likely talking about RE2R Leon so I could totally see him doing something super cheesy like bringing you roses, face masks, and hugs from behind

-He's 5'8" aka 172cm so he's a pretty tall guy. So hes just 10x taller than you but is such a softie.

-This man can cook!!! Not much to really work with in a college dorm (I'd say so at least but I'm not a chef) but Leon would definitely have a few cooking tricks up his sleeves that are simple and easy to do

-The typa guy to stay up with you to cuddle and watch movies. Depending on the day he might not even pay attention ;)

-Might be a slight self insert, but if you're in a performance arts major/in the school's plays, Leon is definitely there to support you and would go to every show you're in.

-he gives off "beauty and brains" kinda guy. He definitely played some sort of sport in high school. Probably baseball or lacrosse. And he definitely has mostly As and Bs. This man is just so damn good in school--and he looks good? Dream come true

NSFW:

-Since he's in college, he's younger. And since he's younger Leon, he's definitely a sub-leaning switch.

-He's most likely not a virgin but he practically has no experience. So you could definitely pretend he is one

-Just imagine him whimpering and whining on the bed in your dorm room. His poor pink tip leaking precum while he waits for you to stop teasing him.

-"F-fuck--please please please! I-I need-i need you so so bad..." He says as you're kissing all over his body except the thing that needed the most attention

-and when you actually do touch it? Oh the pretty boy is so relieved. You're giving the head of his cock kitten licks as you jerk off the rest.

-but when you start giving the sloppiest blowjob or begin riding him? He's on cloud nine. His cock twitching from the warmth wetness if your mouth--or he's whining and gripping onto your hips and thighs from your tight, wet pussy as you ride him.

-This man probably has the best cum shots. After you climax, you pull off of him and immediately begin to jerk him off. That alone has him gripping at the bed sheets and bucking his hips into your hand as cum spills all over his torso.

-Since he's inexperienced, you either fall asleep next to each other after, or you help clean him up for aftercare

-did I mention he makes the more prettiest noises and cutest faces when you dom him? His little mouth hangs open, his face is flushed and hair sticks onto his forehead

(I would do some for when he's top but I'm in a femdom mood)

Someone stop me from reading Leon angst at 3am

"Was It Worth It?"

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Leon S Kennedy x F!Reader

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Warnings: Heavy Angst, Death, Alcohol Mention, Older!Leon (Pictured Vendetta Leon), Hurt + No Comfort

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He's made mistakes plenty of times- he's only human. Yet he carries them endlessly in the back of his mind, always yet another corpse lining his path through the world.

You get used to it.

At least that's what he tells himself and others. Is it really true though? Can anyone ever actually get used to something like this?

Sometimes he finds himself running after things he should probably let go- but how could he? Searching for the pieces of him that went missing in all the wrong places.

You looked at him gently and handled him as though he was an injured dove rather than a damaged man. It was something he wasn't sure he could truly get used too.

Fearing the rapids of his own mind may drag you under with him.

I need to let you go.

Isn't it true that- if you love something you set it free? How could he risk clipping your angel wings with his sharp edges. Surely you deserve better.

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Your fingers dance along his skin tracing little shapes up his arm, a simple smile on your face as a soothing silence hangs in the air.

It's nice sometimes to just be quiet and let the sense of safety wrap you like a cozy blanket. It's true when you first met Leon it was his corny sense of humor that caught your attention- then those captivating blue eyes that sucked you in like a whirlpool.

It wasn't long though before you truly got to know him, the more you learned the more you craved his presence. His roughened edges and pain didn't frighten you- the dark cloud hovering over him didn't make you shy away.

You stuck around.

The peace you brought him only made him question even more though how the hell he could ever be worthy of someone so wonderful.

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A harsh tug on his heart as he stared at the few small things left behind. His home wasn't a home anymore, the warmth you brought to it now gone.

You came and lit up his life and now that light has fizzled out leaving an even darker void in it's wake.

Blood.

He sometimes could still feel it on his hands, the texture and warmth of it... The way your eyes met his and it looked almost as though you hated him.

Hated that he was the one that came to save you.

"I don't need your fucking help!!!"

Your words echo inside his head as he vividly remembers the way you yanked away from his touch... You were in so much pain yet you had acted as though his hands were what burned you most.

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Your eyes are locked onto the newly bought bottle of whiskey, his voice seemingly more distant now.

"It's just not going to work."

Your gaze cut up to meet his.

"And why not? Are you still in love with her?"

"No. Of course not."

The insinuation truly stabbed him deeply, how could he ever think about anyone else while he was with you? Then again... He wasn't exactly telling you why he was dumping you either. Giving you no choice but to come up with your own conclusions.

"Then why, Leon?"

"This relationship just isn't right."

"Bullshit."

There was a certain venom in your tone as you abruptly stood up, his stance immediately tensing up more as he wasn't used to your anger being aimed at him... What made his throat tighten and him look away from you though was the undeniable hurt in your eyes.

"God as my witness- I never want to see you again."

Did you really mean that? He wasn't sure and neither were you. Rage and hurt boiling over into tears and harsh words. You bumped into the table sending the bottle of whiskey to the floor- in complete honesty you didn't give a single shit as it spilled.

After all- this isn't home to you anymore. He has to clean up the mess.

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He laid down on the couch while holding your sweater, the scent of your perfume lingering on the fabric.

The guilt he felt over everything that happened wasn't like anything else. Every part of him just wanted to scream- yet he didn't.

Instead he stayed in place feeling hollow, past events haunting him at every turn.

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You were weak- there was no way you'd make it. Not in time.

Limp in his arms as he carried you- adrenaline and pure desperation fuelling him. He couldn't let go of you, he just couldn't. He couldn't leave you there even though in the back of his mind he knew.

"Leon... I have to ask you something."

"After I get you out of here."

Those words irritated you as you felt the impending end closing in on your soul.

"Was it worth it?"

You just asked anyway- no time to waste as death wrapped its unforgiving arms around you. He glanced down at your face as you grew further away- heart in his chest felt as though it had stopped as well in that moment.

"Was what worth it? Keep talking. Hey- stay with me. Come on. We're almost there just-"

At some point you have to learn to let go. Stop running after something you will never catch. Don't search for your missing pieces in the wrong places.

How does one learn though? Trial and error.

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Even now thinking back on your question as he attempts to drag himself back into life- force some form of normalcy to take place again.

He doesn't fully understand- doesn't know why those had to be your last words. Why he couldn't save you. Why he couldn't give you a proper answer then in there. Why-

Stop torturing yourself.

But he can't- can he? Deep down he knows the answer to your question. Perhaps he can finally give it to you one day.

'Was it worth it?'

'No. Of course not.'

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{Guys I was gonna finish some fluff but finished this instead I'm so sorry lmao enjoy a random angst Leon one shot}

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