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silentcrowsilentravens · 1 year

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Mashing together some shorter requests for this :P

Relationship headcanons about Salvatore Moreau, Ark Thompson, Bruce McGivern, and Jake Muller.

(Gender ambiguous).

Warnings: n/a

Masterlists here!

Salvatore Moreau

Sal just fucking melts if you go and give him a lil' kiss on the top of his head. It almost always gets him giggling like a moron.

He likes to play with your hands whenever given the opportunity.

To what I'm sure is nobody's surprise, Salvatore is a huge fan of movie dates. He has lots of good ones to pick from, and a pile of blankets you guys could potentially snuggle under... It can get rather chilly down in that mine, you know.

He might try to find a nice spot around the reservoir to have a picnic with you. Maybe the piers, one of the rooftops, or on a boat...

He tells you that he loves you a lot.

Sal makes his own bracelets (also, bone crowns) and will definitely be making you something as well.

He gives you little trinkets and cool rocks he finds in the reservoir, and will barely be able to contain his excitement when presenting them to you.

He uses pet names like darling, love, my precious, and sweetheart.

The man loves to praise you and give you compliments.

(In case you were wondering, he does enjoy receiving those things from you just as much).

On occasion, you might find him affectionately bumping his head against you. Like a cat or something! :)

Ark Thompson

Know that if you want to be with Ark, then it's crucial that you get along with/like his kids, Lily and Lott. It's important to him that the most important people in his life have a good relationship with each other.

He's always trying to take you out to restaurants for dates. Usually hole-in-the-wall places since they, in his opinion, have the best food.

He also strikes me as the type of guy to take you bowling, mini golfing, or something in a similar vein.

You're one of very few people that gets to see his resting grumpy face change to a genuine toothy smile.

Ark owns one of those wallets with a big ass photo sleeve, and one side of it is literally just pictures of you.

He loves an excuse to rest his forehead against you or to have his head on your lap.

I don't think he uses pet names all that often. Most of the time he just calls you a nickname that's pulled from whatever you go by.

He can be a bit of a doting partner and is always talking about you.

If he can get away with it, Ark likes to pick you up. Most often it's that type of carry where he hooks his arms around your legs and slightly under your butt, but he also goes for the fireman carry on occasion.

He's a big fan of giving you single-lip and corner-of-the-mouth kisses.

Bruce McGivern

Bruce loves to sling an arm over your shoulders when you're standing next to him/walking beside him.

He also loves to come up behind you and hug you. Depending on your height, he might rest his chin on the slope of your shoulder or the top of your head.

His attempts at flirting with you are almost always... corny. Very corny.

Bruce is the kind of guy that likes to play fight/wrestle with you—if you'll allow him.

He uses pet names like honey/hun, darlin' sweetheart, doll, and stud.

If you speak more than one language, Bruce'll try and learn. He'll do it in secret and whip it out once he's confident in his abilities.

He enjoys making you nice home-cooked meals. Be warned, if you choose to help, he is the kind of person who will smear a bit of the ingredients on your face.

Bruce sleeps on his back, so if you're cuddling in bed, he likes to have you snuggled up against his side while he has an arm around you. Alternatively, draped over him like a blanket.

Please run your fingers through his hair. He's a sucker for it. Might just lull him to sleep.

Bruce is someone who hardly ever takes you on the same sort of date twice. Man's got a million ideas to try out with you.

Jake Muller

Jake might not always be the best at expressing himself with words, so he often shows his affection for you through actions. He'll get you little gifts every now and then to surprise you, and often does things for you without asking.

(You might find him doing stuff like this in an attempt to make up for doing something stupid).

He can be rather protective of you. This guy wouldn't hesitate to take a bullet—or bite from some undead motherfucker if it means keeping you safe.

When it comes to cuddling, Jake prefers when you're snuggled up against his side or straight up into his chest.

You'll often find him resting a hand on one of your thighs.

Or alternatively, both of his legs across them.

Once you get to know him, it's not too hard to fluster him. Despite often acting like a smug bastard, compliments from someone Jake genuinely cares about can make them that way. He just doesn't know how to process them.

Jake is the sort of partner that goes out of his way to annoy and tease you. Very, very rarely to the point of genuine frustration, though! It's all in good fun.

His ideal dates involve going out without having any real idea what you're going to do, and just doing something that piques your guys' interest when you come across it.

With his line of work, you either end up doing a lot of moving around or, unfortunately, go through periods where you only get to hear his voice. He calls often, at least.

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lipglossanon · 2 months

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When You’re With Me I’m Smiling

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Ark Thompson x fem!reader (one shot)

Warnings: cute fluff!, kissing, flirting, cheesy banter 🤭 Ark’s just a soft boy who I wanted to write ✍️

not proofread 👌 kinda came out of nowhere and wrote this in like an hour 🫣

Title from Lady by Styx 💜

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He’s quiet. Something you’ve come to appreciate the more you work with other agents. His friend Leon tends to be a smart ass on the best of days, so when Ark is the only one teaming up with you on projects (no sandy haired menace in sight), you can breathe a sigh of relief.

He works hard and keeps his head down, but also jumps into it when he needs to get his hands dirty. You tend to stick to the admin side of things, being the researcher and liaison for the missions you both take on for the agency. All in all (when you’re not able to work with Rebecca) Ark is your next choice on the roster.

It’s how you both end up working late nights, ordering Chinese takeout and comparing which 90’s boy band had the worst hair. This particular Friday evening is the great debate between 98° and LFO on who is least remembered.

“If it wasn’t for Nick Lachey marrying Jessica Simpson, no one would remember them,” Ark points out, spearing a piece of broccoli onto his fork and pointing it at you.

“Exactly,” you roll your eyes, reaching for the soy sauce, “they’re more recognized because of the association. No one in hell remembers LFO.”

Ark cracks a smile at you, tossing a fortune cookie at you, “Alright, I guess I can see your point. I only know the one song by them anyways.”

You gesture with your arm while closing your empty container, “Thank you. I deserve this win after you won against Justin’s ramen hair.”

“Two words: frosted tips,” he laughs as you flip him off and grab your fortune cookie.

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” you scrunch your nose, “why was that even a thing in the first place?”

He shrugs easily, leaning back into his chair, “Same reason tribal tattoos around the bicep were in style.”

You both make eye contact before cracking up loudly.

“God, I’m so happy some styles die out with time,” you giggle, standing up to toss your stuff into the trash.

Ark follows suit, walking with you out of the conference room to the nearby break room, recycling what needs to be and throwing away the rest.

“You doing anything this weekend?” He asks, stalling by the door until you’re finished as well.

You fall into step with him as you head over to your desks out in the bullpen.

“Binge some brain rotting television and clean my messy house,” you grin, shouldering him before stopping at your desk to grab your jacket and purse, “what about you?”

He hums and shuffles awkwardly as you slip your jacket on, “I was, uh, going to see if you wanted to meet up tomorrow sometime?”

You frown, “To work on the case?”

You watch as a blush colors the tips of his ears before sweeping down to his cheekbones. His brown eyes dart away and then back to you.

He clears his throat nervously, “Not exactly. I was wondering if you’d want to go out on a date?”

“Oh,” you draw up short, eyes taking in his flushed face and nervous uptic of his lips.

Nodding, you give him a shy smile, “Y-yeah that sounds nice. You have my number, right?”

His smile broadens until you can see a flash of teeth, “Yep, I’ve got it. I’ll call you tomorrow to hammer out the details?”

You laugh, “Maybe work on the sweet talk, huh?”

He flushes harder and rubs the back of his neck, “S-sorry, kinda nervous.”

Chest fluttering with butterflies, you link your arm with his and walk over to his desk.

“We can work on it.”

Stopping to grab some files from his work area, Ark walks with you out into the company parking garage.

“See you tomorrow,” you press a quick kiss to his cheek, “drive safe.”

Smiling bashfully, he rubs the skin you pressed your lips against, “You too.”

By the next afternoon, Ark calls and invites you to try out a new Italian place that Leon swears is the best. Much to your surprise, it’s actually authentic and delicious. You both spend the next couple of hours chatting over pasta and bread, work being completely off the table as a topic. After learning that Ark has never been to the local malt shop (who knew they even still existed!), you convinced him to make that your next stop.

Now, milkshakes in hand, you walk along the pavement to the nearby park, the late evening sun casting long shadows. Coaxing Ark to sit on a bench, you sit thigh to thigh, sharing bites of your cold treats until you’re both giggling and sharing sticky sweet kisses. Sitting your empty cups to the side, Ark takes your face in his calloused hands and presses the softest of kisses to your cold lips.

“I’m glad you agreed to go out with me,” he murmurs in the small space between your mouths, “I’ve been crushing on you for months.”

Your eyes light up, giddy excitement bubbling in your chest, “Really? I never picked up on it.”

Ark grins, thumb coming up to tug your bottom lip down, “Kept it close to the chest, didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

You melt into him a little, nipping his thumb before leaning in to kiss him more firmly than before. Losing track of time, the sound of cicadas alerts you to the late time when Ark finally pulls away from you, lips looking bee stung and swollen (you’re sure you don’t look much better).

“Let’s get you home,” his voice comes out rough, sending chill bumps skating across your skin.

Holding hands from the park to his car, he only lets go to help hold open the door for you to get in before climbing into the driver's seat and taking your hand up once more. He randomly kisses your knuckles as he drives, shooting you soft little smiles that make your heart beat fast. Making it back to your apartment, Ark walks you all the way up to your door.

“I had a really wonderful time,” you bite your bottom lip, feeling a little zing at the soreness you feel from your earlier make out.

“I did, too,” he rumbles, eyes dropping to your mouth before flicking back up to your eyes, “can I kiss you goodnight?”

“Please,” you breathe out, hands reaching around to tease the soft brown hair at the nape of his neck when he leans down into your space.

With a soft groan, he kisses you deeply, tongue licking past your swollen lips to rub against yours. You eagerly suck on the slick muscle as your nails scrape against the base of his skull. A deep hum echoes from his chest making you press the dough of your thighs together. He pulls away, resting his forehead against your temple as you both catch your breaths.

“I’ll call you when I get home?” The last word lilts upward as in a question and you smile, stepping back to your door.

“I’d like that,” you murmur happily.

He grins, boyish and charming, “Alrighty. Have a goodnight.”

He dips back in for a quick kiss to your cheek and leaves back to the elevators. You quickly unlock your door and slip inside. Once you’ve shut and locked it back, you slump against the hardwood with a sigh. Feeling as giddy as a schoolgirl, you laugh out loud and press a hand to your lips.

Seems like Ark might take the top spot as your favorite partner to work with from here on out.

#lipglossanon #lipglossmasterlist #ark thompson #ark thompson x fem!reader #ark thompson x reader #Ark Thompson x you #resident evil survivor au #resident evil fic #fluff #fem!reader #resident evil au #resident evil fanfiction #don’t ask what this is cause I have no idea lmao

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ave09 · 10 months

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Hiiiiii!!!!! I’d love an Indy x fem!Reader fic in which Reader (who is Indy’s wife) goes on one of his adventures with him (idk maybe to find the Fountain of Youth) and somewhere along the way, Reader is believed to be dead, which devastates Indy yet he keeps going until the adventure is completed and maybe he ends up drinking from the Fountain of Youth, and then eventually finds out that Reader is still very much alive and she also drank from the Fountain of Youth!

OFC!! i love the idea!

gone

indiana jones x wife!reader

note: i have been using the “i love you, i know” exchange way to much but it’s harrison ford, how can i not lmao

“are we sure this thing even exists?”

“y’know, you say that every time and we always end up finding it.” indiana pointed out. you glanced up at him, “i know, but, indy, this-this is a fairy tale, a myth!”

the foundation of youth. many knew the tale. a fountains that’s waters could make one young again. indiana had been recruited by a man who went by the name Alan Thompson, he was a rich man who had plenty of money to spare, he was the one funding this trip.

you and your husband now found yourselves in st. augustine, florida, in search of the lost fountain. and while indiana full-heartedly believed that the two of you would be able to find it, you were very skeptical. waters that could make one young? how could it be true!

but thinking back to all the adventures indiana had been on and all that he’d found: the ark, the sankara stones, the holy grail, so in theory, it was possible to find the mystical fountain.

but you always had your doubts. there was lots of greedy rich men with money, and there were the possibilities they had sent you out on this expedition on false hope, indiana had made quite a few enemies after all.

“alright sweetheart, we gotta move.” indiana said, beckoning you to follow him. you did so, stepping along his footsteps, refusing to stray away from the path.

“do we even know where your going?”

“do you wanna lead the way?” you fell silent. indiana was a stubborn man who refused to admit when he was wrong. if he was lost, he would be determined to find a way out on his own.

as you followed your husband, you caught sight of a thin string that he was approaching, it was far below eye level, but the way the light bounded off of it had brought it to your sight

booby trap.

“indy-“

the man yelped as a net came down from the treeline and scooped him up. you jumped back in surprise, “holy shit!” you took a step forward, trying to formulate a way to help, only to feel someone hold you back. you thrashed against their grip, trying to free yourself.

“let her go!” your husband snarled, trying to rip away the net. you heard the man or men holding you say something in a language you didn’t understand, before you felt a prick in the back of your neck, quickly slipping into unconsciousness.

the last thing you heard was your husband’s voice shouting, “hold on!”

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indiana jones had never felt more lost in his entire life. after taking ages to escape the stupid net he’d been so careless to fall into.

from then, he had followed the footsteps your captors had been so careless to leave, but it worked in his benefit.

anxiety clawed at the man. he was beyond worried, never in his years of taking you on expeditions with him had he ever lost you like this.

he’d always been the one with his life on the line, you were his knight in shining armor, always swooping in to save him at the last second.

but now you were gone, and it was his turn to save you.

he followed the footsteps for what felt like hours. he wasn’t one to believe in religion, but he was praying for your safety the entire time.

a specific scent filled the air which made him stop in his tracks. smoke. fire. it was close. he broke into a run, hearing the crackling of a fire as he drew closer and closer.

indiana broke through the tree line, his eyes widening. a small hut was burst into flames, the very men who had taken his wife away were standing a few feet away, cheering loudly.

you weren’t with them.

being fluent in many languages, he listened to her captors shouts, “dead! the bitch is dead!”

dead.

fury pulsed through his veins, indiana glanced at the men, glaring harshly, retrieving his gun from its holster.

two shots.

they fell crumbling to the ground.

he then rushed toward the flaming building, shouting your name. it had just burst into flames, you could very well still be alive. he called your name again, the only sound being the crackling flames. he searched the exterior, willing himself to enter the building.

but were you alive… you’d have called by now.

indiana waited hours for the flames to die, completely numb. you couldn’t be gone. it wasn’t possible. this wasn’t the way he lost you.

he walked among the ashes, in search for any sign of you. anything left.

nothing but ash.

he took another lap.

and then he found it, his sign. one the ground, hidden in the dark soot, was a metal ring.

your wedding ring. never would you have taken it off. not deliberately.

with a heavy heart, he accepted the truth. you were gone. and it was all his fault.

for the first time in a long time, indiana jones cried.

he sobbed over his lost wife, he cursed himself for letting you go with him, he would bear this weight for the rest of his miserable life.

but he knew that you wouldn’t want this for him. you’d want him to go on, explore, find lost artifacts, to keep being the man she knew and loved.

so he dried his tears, stood tall, and continued on.

— — —

days had past, but he’d finally found it.

the fountain of youth.

just as beautiful as in the stories. if only you could’ve seen this. you’d have loved it.

the man slowly approached the fountain, a metal canteen in hand. this was what he’d been paid for, to bring back some of the enchanted liquid for a dying rich man.

and look at what he’d lost just to do so.

as he filled the canteen, he thought of Alan Thompson. he’d sent them out, requesting to bring his wife along.

he was the root cause of his loss.

why should he give the dying man such a special find?

so indiana did what any sane person would do, he chugged the contents of the canteen. the liquid coursed through his veins, and yet he didn’t feel any different.

he heard footsteps close behind and whipped around.

“indiana?”

was he dreaming? he had to be dreaming. or dead. this water surely was poisonous. he couldn’t be seeing you.

“is it really you?” he choked out. you nodded, “yeah, it’s me.”

he rushed toward you, practically tackling you in an embrace. “oh my god, i thought you were dead.” he whispered, hugging you close, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

“you can’t get rid of me that easily.” you chuckled, pecking his temple lightly. he pulled away, gazing at you were teary eyes, “i love you.”

you smiled, brushing dirt from his cheek, bringing your lips to his, “i know.”

#spn family #harrison ford x reader #harrison ford #indiana jones #indiana jones and the temple of doom #indiana jones x reader #harrison ford movies #indy #indiana jones and the raiders of the lost ark #young harrison ford

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silentcrowsilentravens · 2 years

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Gender ambiguous reader

Cuddling HCs about Ark - (RE Survivor)

Dating HCs - (RE Survivor)

#resident evil x reader #resident evil survivor #ark thompson #ark thompson x reader #ark thompson x you #re survivor #x reader masterlist #resident evil masterlist #biohazard survivor

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silentcrowsilentravens · 2 years

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You know when you’re touch starved and-and you—

Cuddling headcanons about Ada Wong, Alcina Dimitrescu, Alex Wesker, Albert Wesker, Ark Thompson, Bela Dimitrescu, and Barry Burton.

(Gender ambiguous).

Warnings: n/a

Masterlists here!

Ada Wong

Ada will only cuddle with someone she’s truly and completely comfortable with.

She fluctuates between days where she doesn’t really want to be touched at all and ones where she’s the exact opposite.

She likes to hold one of your hands or have her arms wrapped around your waist when cuddling.

Be prepared for her to potentially fall asleep because her busy ass is tired, and now that you've got her in a position where she can't (doesn't want to) move? Holy shit, it is hard to keep her eyes open.

If you try to get up after Ada’s fallen asleep, she will immediately wake up.

After she’s been away for a while because of her work, that's often when the desire to cuddle with you is the strongest.

Alcina Dimitrescu

You think Lady Alcina Dimitrescu enjoys cuddling? Please. She’s one of the village’s lords, spoken about in frightened whispers between its residents. None who come to work at her castle ever leave again. She’s killed an innumerable amount of people with little to no thought, bathed in their blood, had them turned into wine, scarecrows, or monsters—

Alright. Yes. Fine. She does enjoy cuddling.

Please drape yourself over her like a (small) blanket. She loves when you do that.

When it's time to sleep, she simply enjoys spooning you. Your back against her front, of course.

Alcina does occasionally want to be the one being held, but not until after you’ve been together for a while. Will you allow her to rest her head on your chest? Will you put your arm around her as best you can?

Alex Wesker

Probably doesn't come as a big surprise, but Alex isn't much of a cuddler.

She doesn’t necessarily dislike it, she's just sort of indifferent?

Like, sure, it can be nice, but she's unlikely to initiate it herself and won't be upset if she's deprived of it.

You want to cuddle, though? Alex might just indulge you. For a short while.

She definitely prefers to be doing the holding.

You can expect an arm loosely draped over your shoulders or waist.

Maybe you can rest your head on her lap while she works.

Albert Wesker

Cuddling? What is that? Wait. Let him step away and discreetly look it up.

The first time you cuddle this man, he’s very much like, “Disgusting. You may do it again.”

He’s also a bit stiff at first, but he relaxes after a minute.

He’s usually not one to initiate the cuddling. When he wants to give you affection, physical contact just isn’t what his mind jumps to first.

Generally prefers to be in positions where he gets to be sitting up.

Albert’s got some ice-cold corpse hands so I hope you’re prepared to deal with that <3

Ark Thompson

One might look at Ark’s resting grumpy face and think, yeah, that man doesn’t cuddle.

Wrong! Physical touch is one of his love languages and he’s all about cuddling.

Loves spooning and prefers to be the big spoon.

Ark’s legs will get tangled with yours when you sleep.

Also enjoys it when you’re both sitting up and you sit with your back to his front, nestled in his arms.

After a long day, he likes to rest his head on your lap.

Bela Dimitrescu

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again: Bela prefers to be the one that’s being held. Won’t put up a fuss if you want to switch things around, though.

Completely buries her face in the crook of your neck. She likes to feel your pulse there, for your scent to completely fill her senses.

She also really presses herself against you in general. Hand over some of that body heat!

Will melt into a relaxed puddle if you comb your fingers through her hair.

Sometimes likes to rest her head on your stomach while she reads or writes.

Often traces random patterns, shapes, and words onto your skin while cuddling with you.

Barry Burton

One of Barry’s favorite ways to relax is cuddling with you.

Preferably on the couch and in front of the tv.

Likes when you rest your head on his chest.

If your hair’s long enough, you can expect Barry to tangle his fingers in it.

He gives you little squeezes while he’s holding you. Little nonverbal I love yous, if you will.

He’s very warm. Like a heated blanket.

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lipglossanon · 8 months

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You’re All I’ve Got Tonight

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙ ███████▒▒▒ 70%

part i

office exec!Leon S. Kennedy x personal assistant fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, dirty talk, kissing, nipple/breast play, grinding, unprotected sex, creampie

Actually looked over with a second pair of eyes by the ever lovely @rex122303 ✌️ you have my unwavering devotion 🙇‍♀️

title from You're All I’ve Got Tonight by The Cars

⋘ 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠…⋙ ████████ 100%

You’ve been giving Leon the cold shoulder since that scandalous night in his office. You know it’s not his fault he was suddenly called up by the CEO to handle some business altercation out of state.

But he could have called you or left a message or, hell, he could have emailed you. So when he shows up a week later, you’re short and to the point, never staying late and always disappearing if it looks like you’ll be alone with him.

If he’s frustrated with you, you don’t really care (you do, but you’ll never admit it). He’s still cordial, still touchy feely when he can get away with it, like when brushing past you in the boardroom, but you stay firmly polite even if his touch makes you press your thighs together.

It all comes to a head a few weeks later when an overnight trip to a business summit’s announced for the small team under Leon’s advisement. This small team also includes you, much to your chagrin. So you prep and plan, making sure all the emails are filled with the correct dossiers and agendas for each individual person and marking off the calendar accordingly.

Leon tries to corner you time and again as you get everything setup, but you’re able to duck out of it every single time. You know it’s not very mature of you to avoid him, but you still feel embarrassed about the reaction you had when he ghosted you, even if it wasn’t entirely his fault. Your pride took one hit already, so now you’re just trying to avoid another.

The date for the summit arrives far too quickly and you’re all holed up in the rental van to drive out of the city to the nearby retreat that’s hosting. You make small talk with Ark, a really sweet guy who works in IT. He’s friendly without being overbearing so the drive passes by comfortably although not quickly.

Arriving at the retreat, everyone piles out of the van, grabs their luggage, and makes their way to the front desk. Bad luck on your part lands you at the end of the line standing next to Leon. Surprisingly, he doesn’t try to chat you up or anything, just scrolling on his phone with a little furrow between his brows. You stare ahead watching as the rest of the team grab their room keys and disappear further into the foyer.

“Hi there and welcome! Checking in?”

The perky brunette behind the desk smiles at you, making you smile back, but before you open your mouth Leon steps in front of you.

“Hi! Checking in for Kennedy.”

Your smile tightens as you side step so you’re standing a little behind Leon now. The lady sends you a quick sympathetic look as she types in his name.

“You’re all set, sir,” she hands him a keycard, “if you need anything whatsoever please don’t hesitate to contact the front desk or the concierge. Please have a wonderful stay!”

She turns to you and repeats the same greeting making you internally wince in sympathy as she types in your information. Her smile falters and eventually drops into a confused frown.

“I’m terribly sorry, but it seems like your party has all checked in and there are no more rooms available,” she types for a few more seconds before turning back to you with an apologetic smile, “and seeing as we’re fully booked, you can check and see if one of your colleagues—“

“She can room with me,” Leon offers flippantly, giving the brunette another smile, before turning back to his phone, “it’s not a big deal.”

She turns to you, eyebrows raised in question and you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“It’ll be fine,” you plaster a fake smile on and look over at Leon, “I appreciate it, Mr. Kennedy.”

He gives you a smarmy little grin, “Not a problem, madam secretary.”

You roll your eyes at him and turn back in time to grab the spare keycard.

The young woman rattles off the same spiel as you grab your luggage, “If you need anything whatsoever please don’t hesitate to contact the front desk or the concierge. Please have a wonderful stay!”

You follow Leon through the foyer and over to the elevators, thanking your lucky stars no one from your office will actually see that you’re bunking with the boss. Butterflies threaten to flutter in your chest but you tamp them down, not letting yourself get swept away like last time.

Leon lets you stew in your own thoughts as you enter the tenth floor, leading you down the hall to the room you’ll be sharing. He unlocks the door and holds it open, gesturing for you to enter first. You nod and roll your luggage case in behind you only to stop dead in the little hallway into the room.

“There’s just one bed,” you blurt out, disbelief sweeping over you.

Leon walks up next to you, letting the door swing shut.

“Oh wow, that’s really unfortunate,” he shrugs, sounding a little too blasé.

You squint at his side profile, “I’ll see if they can send in a roller bed—“

Leon scoffs, “Look it’s a king size bed, we can share like civilized adults.”

You purse your lips, “Mmhmm, and it’s not just awfully convenient we ran out of rooms for everyone and now we just happen to have to share a bed?”

Leon grins at you, the one that always makes those damn butterflies flutter.

“Just really weird co-winky-dinks,” his grin widens when you fight the smile wanting to slip out, instead giving him another eye roll.

“Okay,” you throw your hands up with a sigh, “it’s only a short weekend trip.”

One of the reasons you’ve been avoiding Leon is it’s so easy to slip into the comfortable back and forth you’ve already built up. So it’s next to no time before he’s already weaseled a laugh out of you with his shitty one liner jokes. You’re a little nervous now that you’re kinda back on friendly terms, especially after you explained yourself.

Now, he’s ordering room service for you both while you jump in the shower, letting yourself spend some extra time on shaving and primping before leaving the bathroom. Not for any ulterior motives or anything you think to yourself as you finish putting on your moisturizer.

When you come out of the bathroom, Leon slips past you and shuts the door. You see that he hasn’t eaten yet, deciding to wait on you to finish up, which makes you feel warm and fuzzy at the thoughtful gesture. So you wait in turn, drinking some water as you channel surf, settling on a show about an elderly mystery writer who always stumbles upon a murder that needs solving.

You’re pretty engrossed with J.B. Fletcher’s hunt for the killer, but when Leon steps out of the bathroom he draws all of your attention. His face is obscured as he dries his hair with a towel, leaving you to ogle his bare chest and toned stomach with his low slung sweats sitting on his hips, his happy trail catching your eye last.

You make sure to be looking away by the time he drops the towel around his shoulders.

“You should’ve went ahead,” he nudges your side, sitting down next to you on the bed.

“Eh, just thought I’d wait,” you smile at him, nudging him back as he grabs one of the food containers.

You grab another container and you both watch the rest of the show as you eat a late dinner. After tossing the trash away, you brush your teeth side by side at the double sinks, and find your way into bed.

After settling underneath the blankets, Leon rolls over and props his head up on his palm.

“So no goodnight kiss?”

You roll over to mirror him, eyes taking in his half smile and damp fringe.

“What makes you think you should get a goodnight kiss?”

“Lots of reasons,” his hands shoot out to grab your waist, yanking you into his body.

“I think you owe me a lot of making up, honey,” he murmurs, dropping a kiss to your cheek.

One heated kiss leads to another and before you know it—

“Oh god,” you whine, grinding slowly against Leon.

His cock is trapped in your panties, rubbing all along your dripping slit as he ruts against your cunt. His back rests against the headboard of the hotel room bed with you straddling his lap.

You’ve been like this for an hour already; his lap and your thighs are soaked in slick and precum.

“S’good,” he mutters under his breath, dilated eyes watching your tits jiggle, “wanna stay like this for the rest of the weekend.”

Goosebumps trail down your arms as you shiver, body completely bare except for your panties.

“What about the presentation, sir? The actual summit?”

Leon grins lazily, dragging his eyes up to your face, “What about’em? I’m just trying to hump this little pussy.”

You whimper and rock against him harder.

The grin on his face widens, “Yeah, you like it too, like my fat cock rubbing all over this soaked cunt.”

“Leon,” your nails dig into his shoulders, eyes clenched shut.

“I wanna slide it in, but this feels too good,” he grunts, feeling your clit catch on the tip of his dick, “c’mere and let me suck on those tits, know you like that.”

You rock forward, pressing your chest out as his mouth leans up to suck on your hard nipples. He groans low in his chest as his lips and tongue work one hard bud while his fingers tweak and pinch the other. Your hips give short little thrusts as sharp bolts of arousal buzz in your clit.

Sloppy sounds of sucking fill the room along with your pants and whines as Leon lathes your breasts with his attention.

“Leon I want it, want your cock in me, please,” you gasp out as he bites your nipple and runs his tongue across it over and over until you’re squirming against him.

“Think you deserve it?” he kisses across your breasts, teeth nipping at the skin as he swaps to the other nipple.

“Please, want it, I’m so empty,” you whine.

“You've been ignoring me, honey,” he mockingly pouts up at you, lips swollen and hair messy, “outright avoiding me, I’d say.”

“You were mean,” you whine and he pinches your nipples hard making you buck against him.

“I’m being sweet now, aren’t I?” he grunts, sliding his fat cock into your pussy making you squeal from the stretch.

He’s so much bigger than you remember, making your back bow, head tipped back and mouth open, panting while he bullies his dick deeper and deeper into your pussy until he’s bottoming out.

He shushes you as you sink down on his dick with a low cry, “Such a good girl for me. Damn, missed this tight little pussy.”

You shove your breasts into his face making him growl, hands tightening on your hips, sinking you fully down on his cock. Leon’s mouth hotly kisses across your tits, sucking bruises into the sensitive skin. Groaning, he suckles your nipples eagerly until you’re bouncing on his dick.

You let your hands sink into his soft hair, rocking your hips down hard onto his lap. Mewling, you tug on the silky strands as Leon’s tongue laps across your swollen nipples making you squirm. His hands move up to your waist as he humps your hot wet pussy, burying his cock deep in your throbbing cunt.

Feeling over sensitive, you try to pull his head away from your chest but he only groans, suckling your hard bud deeper into his mouth. His cock kicks and throbs as you slump forward, smooshing your tits into his face.

“Leon, they’re g’nna be so sore,” you gasp as he nips at the swell of your breasts before pulling away.

“But you like it, squeezing down on me so tight,” he grins, shaking the hair from his face as he tilts his head up, “now kiss me, sweetheart.”

You whine in the back of your throat and drop your mouth down on his. You feel as Leon scrapes his teeth against your bottom lip. He moans, licking into your mouth, tongue running along yours teasingly.

He tugs you closer and closer, the kisses becoming more sloppy with spit dripping past your swollen lips. He chuckles when your fingers drop from his hair to cup the back of his head, pulling him forward til there’s no space between you.

Pulling away for a breath, Leon just tugs you back in for another messy kiss, his hot tongue licking into you again and again.

“Been driving me up the wall, wanted to talk to you so bad,” he lets his head fall back to rest against the headboard as you grind dirtily against him, “had the best sex of my life and when I came back you pretended I didn’t even exist, honey.”

“‘m sorry, sir,” you whimper, eyes fluttering as his cock grinds just right against the spongy spot at the front of your pussy, “just got into my own head.”

“S’okay,” he coos up at you, letting one of his hands drop down and tease your swollen clit, “just gonna let this sweet pussy milk a nice thick load outta me.”

“Yeah, yeah, gonna milk your cock so good,” you slur, arching your back so your breasts brush against his mouth.

He snarls and bites at your soft tits, “That’s it, squeeze my cock.”

You whine, body jerking as he pinches and rubs your pudgy clit, sucking each of your nipples between his teeth to run his tongue across them. The coil in your belly’s winding tighter and tighter as Leon teases your nipples and clit at the same time.

“Oh,” you gasp out, “g’nna cum, Leon—“

A low cry spills from your mouth as you clamp down on Leon’s dick, pussy walls fluttering and milking his throbbing cock as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“So sexy,” Leon’s hips thrust up into your squelching pussy, “so fucking sexy. Gonna make me cum, baby. Y’ready?”

“Yes, yes, please,” you moan, digging your nails into his chest making him curse under his breath and bury his cock into your sopping wet hole.

You feel rope after rope of hot, sticky cum spurt inside your cunt, stuffing you so full that it leaks out around his throbbing cock.

“Beautiful,” he places open mouthed kisses across your clavicle up to your neck, letting his tongue tease across your skin, “such a good girl for me.”

You sigh, feeling blissed out and utterly satisfied. He tugs your head down to kiss you softly at the corner of your mouth.

“If you want, just relax and I’ll bring a cloth in to clean you up.”

You smile at him sleepily, “Wanna snuggle.”

He returns your sleepy smile with a small one of his own, “You got it, sweetheart.”

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Bound For The Floor

dogman!Leon S. Kennedy x puppy!fem reader (one shot)

Dedicated to 🍁 anon! I hope you enjoy it!! 💜 😘

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, reader is mid 20’s with Leon being older, appearances from Ark Thompson and Chris Redfield, jealous Leon, masturbation, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, knotting, biting, aftercare

looked over a smidge 🤏

Title from Bound for the Floor by Local H

It’s raining the day you’re brought home. To your new home. You’ve been chosen by a man with kind eyes to keep his other hybrid company while he works. He smells nice and he’s gentle when handling you so you’re more than amenable to joining his little family. Ark is his name, kinda funny but you think it’ll be super easy to remember since it rhymes with bark— something you’re very good at when called for (not that good pups bark a lot).

He talks to you on the drive from the adoption agency to his home, explaining his routine and describing the dogman you’ll be living with from now on as well. Ark even shows you a picture of Leon on his phone while you’re stopped at a redlight, making your tail wag in excitement at meeting the rugged looking hybrid.

In shy, halting words, you tell him about your short stint at the adoption agency. Raised with only caretakers, they finally gave you over to the agency fairly recently in the hope of finding you a forever home. You’ve experienced nothing but kindness and understanding with the outside world which might make you a little naive; however, it does nothing to dilute how happy you are at the opportunity to have your very first owner.

“Leon, we’re home!” Ark calls out into the empty foyer as he sets all of your things down on the floor.

Your eyes are comically big as you take in everything around you, nose scenting the air and picking up a delicious smell that has you drifting further into the house. A gruff hum pulls your attention to the hybrid Ark had called Leon.

You smile at him, tail wagging nonstop, “Hi!”

His lip curls in distaste but he only stares you down without saying anything.

“Leon,” Ark’s voice lilts in warning, “be nice.”

Leon rolls his eyes with a snort, but walks closer to you.

“Hello,” he grits out and your tail wags harder.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” you smile even bigger.

“Get along, okay?” Your owner ruffles your ears and you turn your bright smile to him.

Nodding, you hum in agreement. Ark shoots another stern look to Leon and walks off further into the house.

“You smell nice,” you offer up to the serious dogman in front of you, “I’ve never smelled anyone as good as you before.”

A red flush bridges his nose and cheeks as he shrugs, “Yeah, right.”

You pout, “I mean it. Can I scent you?”

His body stiffens in place as his look shifts from disbelief to sheer surprise.

“Uh, I guess—“

“Great!” You walk forward until your chests are nearly touching, “I’ve only ever done this with my litter mates, so I’m unsure on how to scent someone else.”

You can see Leon swallow as he tilts his head, “Oh? You smell like a kennel.”

You laugh, missing his gaze raking down your body, “Yeah, I’ve been waiting on our owner for a day and they keep us in a kennel so nothing happens before the adoption.”

Leon nods although you’ll come to find later that his adoption was much rougher and less pleasant than your own experience.

You lean forward and bury your nose against his neck, whimpering when you can smell him unencumbered. You breathe in freshly mown grass and a spicy musk that has your mouth watering. Snuffling against him, you don’t realize you’re rolling your hips against his.

Leon hands grip your hips but he only helps you rock yourself against him in a way that makes you whine and pant against his skin. Distantly, you feel his nose press against your neck and breathe in your own scent. He growls and you whine, tilting your head so he can nip and lick at your soft skin.

With a low growl, Leon pries himself away from you even as you chase after the pleasurable feeling coursing through your body.

“Behave, pup,” he murmurs in your ear and you let him pull away.

“Leon,” you whine at him, pawing his chest as you watch him close his eyes and take a steady breath.

“I need to go find our owner, stay here,” he walks you over to the couch and presses you down on the soft cushions.

When you go to rise as he steps back he holds his hand out.

“Stay. Be a good girl for me.”

You go hot all over, “Okay.”

His eyes darken but he turns and leaves the room, bringing Ark back after a few minutes.

“I feel hot,” you slur out, eyes pleading up at the men in front of you.

Leon stands behind Ark, stiff as a board while he watches.

“Poor thing,” Ark soothes, softly rubbing your ears, “looks like Leon may have triggered an early heat.”

You sigh as Ark gently massages your ears and temples.

“Leon, can you take the rest of her things up to her room? I’ll carry her up and we’ll let her rest,” your owner says over his shoulder and your eyes track Leon as he leaves the room.

“I want—“

“I know,” Ark sighs, “but let’s get you settled in and some meds in you. Tomorrow you’ll feel better.”

“M’kay,” you mumble, slumping into his chest as he picks you up bridal style.

You feel him set you on a soft bed and coax you to swallow some icky tasting medicine before allowing you to drift off to sleep. At some point in the night, that delicious smell from earlier seeps into your brain and has you maneuvering until your face is buried in a warm chest. A low pleased rumble makes you press the dough of your thighs together as you sink deeper into sleep.

The next morning you wake up to the door opening.

“Leon,” Ark’s voice sighs out, “I thought I told you to let her rest.”

Arms snake out to wrap around your back and pull you further into the warm body in front of you.

“I was here in case she needed something,” the dogman’s rough voice sent goosebumps skating across your skin.

Ark’s palm brushes across your ears and you giggle and turn in Leon’s arms to look up at your owner.

“Are you feeling better?” His brown eyes pinch with worry.

“Much better,” you smile, “just a little tired.”

Ark’s eyes crinkles when he smiles in relief, “Good. I’ll let you rest some more. Leon can help you if you need anything.”

Your owner ruffles first your ears then Leon’s before slipping back out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Feeling shy, you shimmy away from Leon and climb out of bed.

“Thank you for looking out for me,” you tug on a loose thread on your shirt.

He grunts in acknowledgment and you look over into his face. His blue eyes stare you down for a split second before he climbs out of bed as well.

“Yeah, well s’only the right thing to do,” he mutters, “make sure to take those meds.”

He jerks his head to the nightstand behind you and you see that Ark must have brought up medicine and water when he checked in on you.

“I will,” you nod, smiling at the grumpy dogman as he brushes his hair back, “thanks, Leon.”

“Don’t mention it,” he waves you off, following in Ark’s footsteps as he slips out of your room.

You quickly take the heat suppressants and smile to yourself. It’s nice having a friend. Crawling back into bed, you shove your face in the pillow Leon used and sigh happily. He just smells so good! Your tail thumps against the bed as you breathe in his scent more. A small whine parts your lips as your cunt grows hot and wet, clit throbbing as the smell of fresh grass and spice fill your nose.

You can’t help yourself as your fingers slip beneath the band of your underwear to tease across your slit. Panting against the pillow, you hump your fingers and let yourself pretend they were bigger and thicker. It doesn’t take long for you to cum, slick coating your hand along with the gusset of your panties. A yawn overtakes you and before you can get up to change, you fall asleep with your face buried in Leon’s scent.

After that weird welcome home, Leon pretty much keeps to himself. When Ark’s around, he’s nearby, but acts aloof and distant if you try to befriend him. You’re really bummed out, and you don’t want him to snap at you like he did at the neighbor’s hybrid, a nice boy named Steve, so you just try to be polite and stay out of his way. You’re pretty much glued to your owner’s side anyways. He smells almost as good as Leon, like fresh coffee and leaves, so you’re constantly trying to sit in his lap.

Leon always snarls his lip when he sees you snuggled up to Ark, letting him pet your ears and tail while he watches tv or reads. The first time you offered to move so Leon could get his ears rubbed, he turned his nose up and sat on the other side of the room; since then, you ignore him and happily enjoy Ark’s soft head pats.

But, every now and then, Leon does something nice that makes your heart flutter and leads you to think he likes you more than he shows. Falling asleep on the couch and then waking up in your bed, seeing your favorite food already prepared for lunch, or even simple chores being done before you get to them. Those little things have you seeking him out in thanks, but he always waves you away with a gruff word paired with a small blush on his cheekbones.

One day, you come home from your walk with Ark only to smell someone new. Your ears perk up as your owner chuckles and gestures for you to walk on into the house while he takes off his shoes. Quickly beelining to the living room where the smell is stronger (a nice blend of sandalwood and vanilla), you stop in place to see Leon laughing at something another dogman is saying.

“Oh, hello,” you give a shy wave to the two sitting on the couch.

Leon glances over at you, eyes darting from you to the hybrid next to him. The stranger gives you a wide smile, drawing your eyes to his heavily stubbled jaw.

“Hi, I’m Chris, you must be Leon’s new pup,” he grins over at the quiet dogman.

You feel a flush of warmth spread throughout your chest from his words.

“She’s not my pup,” Leon mutters under his breath, but you still hear it making your smile a little dimmer.

Chris ignores his friend and pats the spot open to his left, “Sit next to me so I can get to know you.”

You nod your head and walk a wide half circle to avoid being in Leon’s space to sit on the couch beside Chris. Quickly taking in his appearance, your tail wags when he smiles at you again.

“I’ve been meaning to come over for a while. If I’d have known Leon had such cute company, it would’ve been sooner,” he angles his head to wink at you and one of his ears tilts back.

Smiling, you shrug, “Well maybe you can visit more now. I love making new friends.”

Chris laughs and it causes your tail to thump against the couch. Unbeknownst to you, Leon tenses and elbows Chris in the ribs.

“Well, as much as I’d love to stay, I’m pretty sure my owner is looking for me by now,” Chris lumbers to his feet and you have to crane your neck to keep eye contact.

“I’ll see you to the door,” Leon stands next.

You wave while Leon practically steers Chris out of the room.

“It’s nice meeting you,” Chris calls out before rounding the corner.

“You too!” You move from the living room to watch Leon close the door behind his friend.

“He’s nice,” you offer, smiling at the dogman.

Leon grunts, “Chris is okay.”

You pause, not really understanding why Leon seems upset with you.

“If-if you want to hang out alone with him, I can ask Ark to take me for walks when he visits,” you fiddle with your shirt hem, “I don’t want to get in your way or anything.”

Leon doesn’t say anything and you nod, slipping off to your room. Your chest hurts with disappointment leading you to curl up in a ball in the center of your bed, falling into a fitful sleep. Later the snick of your door shutting has you raising your head up, eyes slowly adjusting to the figure walking to your bed.

“Leon?” Your voice rasps with sleep.

“Yeah,” he whispers, kneeling on your bed before shifting until he can lay down, pulling your back to his chest, arms encircling your waist.

You stiffen against him, confused as to what he’s doing there.

“I’m sorry,” he presses the words against your ear, “I’ve been pretty rude to you and it’s nothing you’ve done. From here on out, I’m gonna treat you better.”

You hum happily, “Thanks, Leon.”

“Can I sleep in here tonight?”

“Sure,” you yawn, sleep already tugging your eyelids closed, “‘m happy we’re friends.”

“Friends,” he laughs to himself, “right.”

Weeks go by and Leon is true to his word. He’s more friendly and hangs around you even without Ark being around. He’s also way more touchy feely to your delight. Constantly scent marking you before you leave the house on your walks, going so far as to let you borrow his clothes if Ark is taking you to the park or even out while he shops.

It makes those butterflies in your chest swarm and your heart beat fast whenever he does those kinds of things. And since he never asks for his shirts back, you wear them to bed, hands tucked into your panties as you breathe in his scent and get yourself off. You would feel a bit bad, but you see how Leon stares at you the next day—like he can smell the effect he has on you and it makes your skin buzz.

There’s no telling how long this would have gone on, but luckily for you, Ark forgot to refill your meds and he’s out for the night, leaving you and Leon home alone. You truly only meant to tease the handsome dogman, make him feel as out of sorts as you do when he’s around; however, you didn’t realize how much being off of your medicine would affect you.

Just being next to him on the couch as you watch television is making your palms sweat and your nipples hard. Trying to sit still is impossible. The more you shift around, the more uncomfortable you are until Leon’s hand comes down on your thigh like a hot brand on your skin. Whimpering, you press the dough of your thighs together, squishing his fingers in between the soft skin.

“What’s gotten into you?” His low voice rumbles through your ears making your cunt leak into your panties.

Not thinking it through, you sit up into a kneel and clamber onto his lap.

“It’s hot,” you whine, grinding yourself down onto him, “want you to make me feel better, Leon.”

“Wha—“

You swivel your hips and feel his cock thicken underneath your ass, pressing against the seam of your shorts and making your eyelashes flutter.

With a groan, Leon grabs your hips to stop them from bouncing down on his bulge.

“Sweetheart—“

His voice dips out into a low moan as you lap at a sensitive spot on his neck before licking the shell of his ear. You feel his cock twitch and kick against your clothed pussy and it makes you whine.

“B-bad girl,” he hisses, head falling back against the couch, ears flopping, “bad girl, bad p-puppy, oh fuck.”

You nip his bottom lip before messily licking into his mouth, grinding down on his thick cock as he leaks enough precum to stain his sweats.

“Puppy, stop,” he groans, “we can’t, oh god, you need your meds and Ark—“

“He’s out with friends,” you pout, rocking your hips just right so your clit rubs against the seam of your shorts sending a sharp zing through your body, “and I don’t have any more medicine.”

“You never listen,” he growls and your tail droops.

You let out a surprised squeal when Leon shifts off the couch to press you down into the floor.

“Need me to stuff your pussy, huh?” he bites your ear, making you whimper, “‘m gonna be the only one sniffing around your greedy little cunt.”

Your eyes roll back when he dry humps your pussy, grinding the thick outline of his cock right against your wet slit.

“First I wanna see if you taste as good as you smell,” he kisses you heatedly before moving down your body.

He slips your shorts off and tosses them across the living room. Leon buries his nose between your legs, sniffing across your soaked panties. The fabric sticks to your chubby pussy lips allowing Leon to lick at your clit easily.

“Oh, oh,” you moan, hands reaching down to tangle in his hair, softly rubbing over his fuzzy ears.

He grunts and laps up the slick leaking down your thighs before pushing your panties to the side to lap at your hole.

“Taste so good,” his muffled voice causes vibrations that make your toes curl, “mmm could eat your little cunt all day.”

“Leon, please,” you hump against his mouth, eyes locked on his blown out gaze.

He hums and the vibrations make your clit tingle as more slick drips onto his tongue. The thick muscle slides in and out of your hole before he licks his way back up to your clit, softly sucking the swollen bud into his mouth. Your thighs tremble as his rough sandpaper tongue swirls around your pudgy clit before sucking it gently.

“So good,” you whimper, thighs falling open as far as they can go while your tail wags, “Leon.”

He growls, tongue fucking your pussy until sloppy wet sounds fill the room. His broad hands grab underneath your knees to shove your legs up to your chest. Pulling back, you moan as he spits on your cunt quickly followed by him burying his face against your soaked pussy. His rough stubble makes you squeal and pant while he licks and sucks your pussy lips.

“So soft and wet, pup,” he grunts, pulling back to finally shed himself of the rest of his clothes.

He strokes his cock to take the edge off and your mouth waters at the precum beading at the tip. With a groan, he notches the tip against your hole and glides the fat head up to smack against your clit. He presses his hips flush against you and you whine, the feel of the blood hot skin of his cock pulsing against your pussy.

“Look how deep it’s gonna reach, pup,” his voice rumbles low in his chest, making your nipples ache.

He uses his thumb to press his tip down against your skin as your bleary eyes take in how far his cock will be inside your needy cunt.

“Oh god, Leon, s’too big,” you mewl, ears lying flat against your skull.

With a warm chuckle, he pulls his cock back to slide across your pudgy bud, grinding the head against your sensitive clit until you’re whining and dripping slick onto the carpet. His cock presses into your pussy making you moan reedily, voice breaking into a gasp.

He chuffs and gently bites the side of your neck, rocking his cock another inch into your clenching hole.

“Pussy’s just small, honey,” he coos softly, sandpaper tongue licking up to the shell of your ear, “gotta stretch her out so you can take my knot.”

Your walls clench down on his dick making his hips stutter. His eyes darken and he pulls completely out.

“How about we make it easier for this soft little cunt?”

Without letting you answer he flips you over into your hands and knees, one palm pressing down in the middle of your back and the other gripping your hip to raise your ass up. He slides in much easier in this position, bottoming out with a loud groan as you claw at the floor.

Mewling, you press your ass backwards, working more of Leon’s thick cock into your dripping pussy.

“Wan’ it,” you slur, nails digging into the plush carpet, “want your knot, Leon.”

He growls and buries his cock to the hilt inside your cunt making you cry out from the sudden stretch. Your walls clamp and pulse around his fat dick while you catch your breath.

“Good girl,” he whispers into your ear, making you shiver all over, “such a good pup for me.”

“Leon,” you whimper, pussy walls fluttering around his thick length as he slowly ruts into you.

He groans and pulls halfway out before bullying his dick back into your sopping wet hole.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he bites your shoulder, canines digging into your skin, “perfect pussy, made for me aren’t you, honey?”

“Uh huh,” you gasp out your agreement, voice not wanting to work as Leon pounds your cunt hard enough you’re getting rug burn on your knees.

He grips the base of your tail and pulls, making you scream— pussy fluttering and pulsing around his dick as your orgasm takes you both by surprise.

“Good girl,” he coos, dropping your tail to grip the fat of your ass with both hands, “so good, gripping me so tight with that little pussy, working for that knot like a good pup.”

Shuddering, your body trembles as Leon keeps thrusting his fat cock right against your g-spot as the tip kisses your cervix. Drool spills from your mouth as you heave in deep breaths.

“Want you to cum one more time, pretty girl,” he lightly spanks your ass making you whine, “one more and I’ll knot this pretty pussy til she’s nice and full. Don’t you want that? For your hot cunt to be bred til you’re stuffed to the brim?”

“Please, please, Leon,” you mumble, ass bouncing back against his thrusts, “want your knot, please, want it so bad.”

One of his hands dip below your abdomen to circle the swollen bundle of nerves coated in your slick. Your pussy clamps down on his dick as he softly teases your clit.

“Oh that’s it, right there,” he kisses your neck, tongue lapping against your sweaty skin, “can feel you getting tighter. Cum for me, let me feel it.”

As Leon keeps hammering into your pussy, his fingers circle and tease across your pudgy bud until one last thrust has your orgasm whiting out your vision. Your ears ring so loud you don’t even hear as Leon curses against your neck while he snaps his hips against your ass before burying his cock deep in your spasming pussy.

You wail when his knot locks you together, stretching your cunt even further as you feel his hot thick cum spill inside.

“So good for me,” Leon groans, hands smoothing over your sides and back, “perfect, so fucking perfect.”

You sigh gustily, body going limp as Leon continues to fill your pussy with load after load from his thick cock. He shifts until you’re both able to lay on your sides comfortably, hands petting your body gently.

“Feels nice,” you mumble, relaxing even further against him.

“Good,” he kisses the back of your head, “once I can pull out, wanna run you a bath. Gonna take care of you.”

Preening, you smile although he can’t see it, “That sounds so good.”

It’s quiet and relaxing as you bask in Leon’s soft touches and praise. As soon as he slips out of your sore cunt, he scoops you up into his arms and carries you into the bathroom. Setting you down on the edge of the tub, Leon works the taps and fills it with comfortably warm water.

Once he settles down in the basin, he maneuvers you to sit with your back to his chest. His warm hands rub at your arms and shoulders.

“Let me know if you’re sore anywhere,” he kisses your temple.

His softness is making your clit throb, loving how Leon treats you.

After he works your arms and shoulders, he shifts down to your thighs. You moan low in your throat.

“What if I’m sore here?” You bite your lip and grab one of his hands to shift it to your clit.

He chuckles causing goosebumps down your body.

“Oh? Need this fat pussy rubbed?” he slips his fingers down your slit before circling back up to your clit, “is she really sore, honey?

“So sore,” you mewl, slumping against his chest as he teases across your swollen clit.

It doesn’t take long for his rough fingers to work another orgasm from you, pussy clenching around nothing as your clit throbs underneath his fingertips.

“So fucking good,” he turns your head to kiss you messily, tongue licking into your mouth as spit drips down your chin.

Leon finishes washing you both off before helping you stand, wrapping a fuzzy towel around you before emptying the bath. Feeling extra sleepy, you don’t put up a fuss as Leon guides you into his room. Helping you slip under his covers, you sigh as Leon’s scent surrounds you.

“Goodnight,” he kisses the side of your mouth making you turn and pout your lips for a kiss.

Chuckling, he kisses you gently, running his thumb across one of your ears.

“Goodnight, Leon,” you smile sleepily, snuggling into his chest.

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