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glorysbox · 7 months

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your writing is so good??? how!!! i’m not sure how specific is too specific, but i would absolutely love to see your take on a nsfw one shot about reader who was recently broken up with and got super used to her ex bf being super selfish and stuff during sex and somehow that comes up with your friend Leon and he offers to show you how sweet sex can actually be with someone who actually cares about your enjoyment!!!

leon x afab!reader (female pronouns)

wc: 2.2k

warnings: explicitly 18+, college aged reader + leon, established friendship, pining from leon, leon is a lil jelly, oral (f-receiving), dialogue heavy

Your best friend, Leon, is a sweetheart. No matter what it is that you're going through, he's always there for you.

That extends to this very moment—where the both of you are sat on the couch of your one-person dorm, watching TV in attempt to drown the stinging feeling of your breakup. Or... trying to, at least. In reality, you've been venting to him about the sorry state of your now failed relationship. You have all of his attention, of course. You always do.

"I should've listened to you the first time," You mumble, head resting on the shoulder of your best friend, tone laced with sadness. Leon's warmth is comforting, a welcome reprieve to the icebox that is your dorm. "You were right. He was a jerk. A selfish jerk."

"Selfish?" He wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer. His chest is just as, if not more comfortable than his shoulder. You take the opportunity to shift closer to him, settling yourself in his arms... just like old times, really. He's lucky his hair covers the bright red of his ears at the feeling of you sitting on his lap. "L—like... how?"

"He was just... selfish," You mutter, sniffling for a few moments as you absentmindedly toy with the hem of his shirt. "It was always about him. He never bought me anything or made me feel special or..." He notes the way you trail off, icy blue eyes trained on the pretty features of your face as his heart squeezes at the sight of your frown. He really did try to tell you... he also wanted to tell you that you could do so much better with him.

"Or?"

"He never..." You pause for a moment, gnawing on your bottom lip in attempt to find a tactful way to tell Leon the truth. He's your best friend, though. You can tell him anything, right?

"Never...?"

"... you know. When we were... together, he never really... took care of me. Helped me," Your voice drops in volume. "finish."

"Oh."

There's silence for what feels like forever. With your head leaning on his chest, you can feel his heart rate picking up—matching the pace of your own heart. Leon is having an internal conflict right now. His mind feels fuzzy, his hands are clammy—and most importantly, he's as hard as a rock in his red-and-black checkered pajama pants. Go for it, He tells himself, The worst she could say is no. Be a man.

"S—so you've never..." He swallows, Adam's Apple visibly bobbing. "He never, uh... got you to cum?"

"I feel like you're making fun of me."

"No! No. I'm not, I swear. I was just asking. Well, I wanted to know because—well, I..." Leon swallows again, face turning red, as his eyes dart across your room. Posters, the TV, your bed, anything that's not your face. "I—I just... you know. I'm not selfish."

"...what is that supposed to mean?"

"I just... I know he was your first, and everything, but..." He wishes he was your first. "You know, sex isn't all selfish. I could, uh... show you, maybe—you don't have to say yes or anything. Just... letting you know that the option is there."

"O—oh..." The air of the dorm room is suddenly uncomfortably stuffy at Leon's offer—you find yourself no longer nervously playing with his shirt, instead playing with your own hands. He thinks it's cute. Not like he'd say that, though—in his mind, he's already fucked up too much.

"Just.... just forget it. Forget I said anything. Uh... sorry," Leon swallows again—a nervous tick of his—as he avoids your gaze after the nervous stuttered words fall from his lips. His mind is racing now—Was this a mistake? She doesn't even see me that way, does she? Did I just fuck up our friendship?

"No! No—it's okay. I'm not... mad or anything." You still avoid his gaze, face disturbingly hot at the prospect of your best friend since forever making you cum. "Um, actually..."

"Yeah?" It's hard to not notice the way he instantly perks up at your response—blue eyes widening and trained on you and facial expression akin to an excited puppy.

"... it... won't change anything between us, right? Because I—"

"No! No, it won't. I swear... it can be a one and done type thing. Just... I can help show you how it's supposed to be done...?" Leon doesn't even really sound sure of himself. He can't even really think, actually—his cock is throbbing so hard that his mind is all jumbled. All he can think about is how you'd look under those clothes. Deep down, though, he really does just want to make you happy. He loves you, after all. As a friend. "Yeah."

You'd be lying if you said your panties weren't soaked through right now.

"Okay... well... show me..." And Leon wastes no time reaching for you, shuffling so that you're situated under him on the couch. His hands tug at the thick material of the sweatshirt you're wearing—his sweatshirt. He makes quick work of it, pulling it over your head and tossing it on the arm of the couch. Big hands run up and down your body, taking a moment to savor the softness of your skin. Something he's wanted to do for a long, long time. He pauses, looking you in the eyes. You feel vulnerable under his gaze.

"Just... tell me if I'm making you uncomfortable in any way. We could stop." His hands, then, continue to feel along your body. Leon hesitates for a few moments—but you feel his hands ghosting along the skin of your breasts. He's gentle. He always is with you. "Can I?"

He waits patiently, focusing on the expressions of your face, hands pressed on your ribcage. He's handsome like this, you realize. Leon was always handsome to you—and everyone else—but to see his face flushed, pupils blown, and lip red and bitten for you is... something else. You nod, and Leon takes the opportunity to give your breasts a tight squeeze. Another thing he's wanted to do to you for a long time.

"You're beautiful," He comments, absentmindedly, hand traveling to the hem of your matching blue-and-black checkered pajama pants. He fiddles with the hem of it, half teasing and half awkward fumbling. It's not long before he's pulled them out from under you, tossing them across the room in a subdued fervor. "That guy is really missing out."

"You—" A gasp slips from your lips as you can feel Leon's finger gliding along the cloth of your panties—light in pressure as he drags it down from your clit to the hole. "D—don't have to... bring him up."

"I want to," He leans forward, lips pressing on your own with certain softness. His lips are cool as they meet yours, and they taste like ice cream. You're sure yours do too, considering the fact that you were both drowning in it just a few moments ago and watching a movie that's long been forgotten. "He's a good reminder that you should listen to me more often."

You mumble a shut up that gets lost in the sea of kisses he places on your lips.

"Did he touch you like this?" Leon questions in a low tone. His finger drags over the cloth of your panties again, his eyes trained on the dark-colored wet spot that stains them. You watch him, eyes half lidded, noting the way his tongue darts out across his bottom lip with each motion he makes up and down your clothed pussy.

You nod.

"Were you wet like this for him, too?" You swear there's an undercurrent of jealousy in his tone.

You shake your head.

"Good." His tone is slightly clipped as he hooks a finger under the crotch of your panties. Once more, he drags up and down your folds—collecting the sticky slick that's seeping out of you more each minute. A needy moan slips from your lips. One that he's desperate to hear more of. His free hand pulls on the hem of your panties, slipping them out from under you.

"C'mere." He mutters, gripping the underside of your ass to pull you further on your back. Leon drags you closer to him, hands resting on the skin of your hips as he lowers himself down.

It takes a few moments in your horny-induced brain fog to realize that he's about to eat you out—the only thing snapping your mind out of it is the feeling of his cool breath fanning on your folds. You grab his hair quickly, stopping him from dipping into uncharted territory.

He hates to admit that he might've whimpered a little at the feeling.

"H—hey... Leon, you don't have to... I—I mean, it's... embarrassing—can't you just finger me or something?" You question, voice meek and legs threatening to close at the sudden wave of nervousness washes over you. You trust Leon. With your life... but still. Being this exposed...

"Embarrassing?" He questions, hands gripped around your thighs to prevent them from closing any further. One eyebrow of his is raised. "It's not embarrassing. You're hot."

"That's—" You pinch the bridge of your nose. "I'm just... he never—"

"I thought you didn't want to bring him up anymore." It's hard to miss the hunger that burns in his gaze, evident in the way he looks at you. You think maybe, just this once, it won't be so bad to let Leon be right for once. Loosening your grip on his hair, you very slowly and hesitantly open your legs for him once more.

He settles, bringing his head further in the valley between your thighs. Leon even goes as far as to pepper kisses along the soft skin of your inner thigh—which only makes your hips uncontrollably squirm at the feeling of him teasing you. You don't even realize the way you're holding your breath.

"So pretty," He mutters again. Your face only just feels hotter at this—not even from the fact that his face is buried in between your thighs, but from the genuine way that he's complimenting you. You're aching, by now—your arousal leaving little trails where it drips down onto the couch. "I'm the only one that can do this to you."

You mean to question what he means by that, but the words escape you at the feeling of his tongue dragging along your slick folds. The words you want to say come out as a whiny moan—something you would've been far more embarrassed about if you were cognizant right now. You're not. Too focused on the feeling of his tongue languidly working over your folds; collecting the wetness that now dribbles down his chin. Your hand unconsciously reaches for his hair again, tangling in the dirty-blonde locks as an anchor.

Leon's tongue laps at you, prodding at your needy hole—lips wrapping around the bud of your clit and sucking lightly. His fingers are dug into the meat of your ass, keeping you in place—pulling you closer as he drowns himself in your pussy.

There's nothing that compares to this, truly. The feeling of Leon's tongue on yours, the sight of him in between your thighs, the eye contact you make with his eyes half lidded and pupils dangerously blown.

His tongue is merciless against you, breaching the tightness of your hole one time too many; your hips bucking against his face and moans freely falling from your lips at the sensation. Your best friend is really, really good at this. Of course he is. He's only imagined doing this to you about a thousand times.

"L—Leon, I can't—feels good, 'm gonna—" Each thought is cut off by another, your hips writhing under him with no escape. You're hovering on the edge of something, vision going spotty and body trembling and shuddering on it's own. The taut grip of your fingers tighten in his dirty brown strands—earning an especially hard suck from his lips to your clit. Leon's motions grow needier, tongue rubbing sloppy circles on your clit as your thighs clamp around his head. He's not even using his fingers and you're this close to cumming. It's too much.

It's not even been five minutes, and you're already tugging on Leon's hair as you cum on his face. Pulling him closer; pushing him away—you don't know what you want. You can't think—the feeling of your aching pussy throbbing too much as it clenches around nothingness and spasms on his tongue. You cum hard, and it washes over you in waves. You moan something that sounds similar to his name and an oh god please—unintelligible as his hands dig into the fat of your ass.

Leon laps at your folds through your orgasm, desperate to collect any of your slick arousal left. It's only a few moments after that you're really pushing him from the place between your legs.

"You're..." He's dazed. His face is covered in your wetness—his tongue darting out to collect what's left on his lips. "You taste amazing." He really wants to tell you that he'd live in between your thighs if you'd let him... but for now, Leon decides to take it slowly.

And you? You've forgotten all about your ex-boyfriend.

#kinda sweet kinda awkward everything all at once #hope u like!#leon scott kennedy smut #leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy #nsydfw #re #resident evil #leon scott kennedy x reader #resident evil smut #resident evil 2 #writing

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starwarsyuri · 4 months

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velcinta / i’ll be your mirror - the velvet underground

for: @helsingvania

#hope u like!#by mod sabe #velcinta #vel sartha #cinta kaz #andor #star wars edit #andor edit #velcinta edit #vel x cinta #star wars femslash #sw femslash #star wars

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omiisangel · 2 months

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@minnaci x toji fushiguro *·˚ ༘♡ | reference | do not repost without permission

#hope u like!#toji x self insert #toji fushiguro #toji jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk art #jujutsu kaisen #jjk toji #𐐪𐑂 — toji #jjk fanart #jjk x you #toji fushiguro x you #iyns.art

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moonlightsmasquerade · 9 months

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i would like to request da spooky guys, vampire cesar and dhampir mark. let 'em have some fun, they deserve it :]

Two spooky dudes just hangin out!

#tmc mim au #cesar is a showoff he can fly higher than mark #hope u like!#my art

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aurathian · 4 months

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3 sentence fic request: Link and Zelda drinking tea together

Though Link and Zelda had many things in common, the one thing they did not compare in was their ability to fall asleep.

Each exhausted in their own right, Zelda struggled the most as her brain never seemed to quiet: prayers, studying, reports, she'd run through them word-for-word in her mind as she tossed and turned under her blankets; Link, on the other hand, loved to sleep and was usually snoring in five minutes.

When the knight discovered his princess's sleeping troubles, he consulted with Impa what the best remedy was: tea, brewed with the finest leaves of a blue nightshade, so now each night Link sat on the edge of Zelda's bed as she lay against her pillows, each sipping their own cup of tea and falling asleep together.

#zelink #zelda #link #botw #pre botw #pre calamity #age of calamity #3 sentence fic #request #hurricane105 #hope u like!

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bichelangelo · 4 months

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Genderqueer Leatherhead for @clowngolfersclub !

credit appreciated :)

#working on icons again 👍#I HOPE THESE ARE ALRIGHT. i can't wait for when the show comes out so i can work with the 2d style. i hope we see more of her #she is so cute...#mutant mayhem #tmnt mutant mayhem #leatherhead #pride icons #hope u like!

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oh-snapperss · 2 years

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9. fruity / delight for ethubs ◠‿◠

9. fruity / delight

“You ever gonna take that thing off?” Bdubs grins over at Etho from the ground. “Doesn’t it get weird, wearin’ it all the time?”

“Not really,” Etho hums. “It’s just there, you know? You get used to it.”

“I mean, yeah, but… has anyone ever seen you without it? I’ve never even seen you eat!” Bdubs frowns slightly, but seems far more invested in the blueprints on the ground than anything else.

“Nope, nobody,” Etho confirms. Honestly, he wouldn’t… he wouldn’t mind if Bdubs saw. In fact, he almost wants him to, wants him to remove the mask… trace his lips… kiss hi–

“You can remove it,” Etho blurts out, and for a second he can’t believe himself–he’s never let anyone remove his mask, let alone get close enough to touch it. And yet–he knows he’s ready to let Bdubs see. He also knows he could never make himself take it off.

Bdubs’ mouth hangs comically open for a few seconds before snapping shut again. “What?”

Deep breath. Etho nods, moving forward slightly towards Bdubs. “I… I want you to,” he admits quietly, and he hears Bdubs’ breath hitch slightly.

“Are y-are you sure?” Bdubs doesn’t move from his spot on the ground, hands fidgeting in his lap.

Instead of responding Etho moves the rest of the way over to Bdubs, kneeling next to him. Gently taking hold of Bdubs’ hands, he pulls him to his feet. Then he moves Bdubs’ hands up to his mask, even taking the liberty of curling Bdubs’ fingers just under the edge of it.

They stay like that, Bdubs’ gaze flickering between Etho’s eyes and the mask, until Etho groans in half exasperation, half fondness. “Please?”

Bdubs finally nods, shakily exhaling before moving fully into Etho’s space, hands unmoving from where Etho placed them. There’s a tenderness in his eyes Etho has only seen a few times previously, in the quiet moments between them (which are few and far between, given they both tend to joke around rather than be serious). Etho moves his arms around Bdubs, pulling him against him.

Bdubs’ hands stay where they are for a moment, resting just on top of Etho’s mask, fingers crooked under the edge. Neither of them breathe for a moment, instead waiting for Bdubs to move. Eventually, he does, thumbs gently dragging the soft fabric down below Etho’s nose, then his mouth. It’s achingly slow, and with every inch revealed Etho can see Bdubs lighting up with nervous excitement.

“There you are, sweetheart,” Bdubs murmurs, eyes drinking in every part of Etho’s face. Etho starts to shy away at the sheer adoration in Bdubs’ expression, but Bdubs stops him, moving one of his hands from where Etho’s mask now hangs around his neck to move a strand of hair out of Etho’s face.

“You’re beautiful,” Bdubs breathes out as he traces Etho’s scar. His fingers come to rest just under Etho’s chin, and it’s no effort at all for Etho to close the distance between them. The kiss lasts just a few moments before Bdubs pulls back, grins for a moment, then leans back in to pepper kisses all over Etho’s face–cheeks, forehead, nose, everywhere. Etho’s face flushes bright red.

“Bdubs!” He manages, flustered at the affection Bdubs is giving him. Bdubs laughs before he presses his lips against Etho’s again.

“I’m memorizin’!” Bdubs presses another kiss to his face, this time just on the side of his lips. “Don’t wanna forget this.” He kisses the other side, hands resting on either side of Etho’s face.

Etho finds himself smiling giddily as Bdubs continues, and he leans into Bdubs’ touch. Eventually Bdubs pulls back, looking altogether too pleased with himself. “I’m the only one who gets to do that!”

Etho laughs and nods, and pulls Bdubs back for more.

#ethubs #hermitshipping #they're in gay love idk what to say #sorry this is so short btw!#honestly the scene was complete and i didn't wanna force it #hope u like!#etho #bdubs #my fics #and now i write resistance au...

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superbellsubways · 2 years

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attack for @versussashimi ! silly cq gijinka ^_^

#he looks like he got cat ears its funny #idk if that was intentional but LOL #hope u like!#art fight 2022 #splatoon #octo expansion #digital art

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hotluncheddie · 3 months

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not here about autistic steve but i am here about gator…..

that man could make me do anything he wanted waving a gun around like he does. like yes sir anything you ask and it’s done, no questions asked. gator really is for the girls and gays with a gun and spit kink 😳

-🦇

hello lovely 🦇 anon!!

oh? my wet little guy? my lizard puppy??

i don't really have a gun thing (respect to the girlies who do) but oof yes gator and spit is v v v good, likes getting wet and messy and sloppy all over

something about him tho, i think its just how his bravado and masculinity feels like such an act, hes always having to pretend and show off and be this 'man' (bc of his father.) that it just makes me imagine him as like, someone who would get horny or want things and imagine things and thats the only time he lets himself be soft.

just needy and desperate and drooly and flush.

it’s like, the moment he gets a warm body inviting him in he just melts, he aches. he’s touch starved and traumatised and when he gets a little bit of tenderness and care he falls apart a little. even if it’s usual foreplay, flirting type touching, he can’t help his pupils dilating and his brain going fuzzy. mouth filling with spit and breathing getting slower. fingers twitching to touch, just wanting to be good and be guided and be told. and sometimes that’s going fast and deep and a little rough, but that’s always based on the other person, how they’re moving and what they’re saying and how they’re getting off. because if they like it, they’re moaning and saying shit, it usually involves ‘good’ and ‘just like that’ and that’s what he wants. wants to be a good boy.

and then it’s the same when he’s alone, the yearning and the ache. so he tries to give himself what he needs, fantasy and ideas and maybe there’s one with a gun, wouldn’t be too hard to be in a situation with one. maybe he likes the power but maybe he likes giving the power over, likes doing that but having it be something he’s rewarded for, not ridiculed, a nice give and take, exiting. (and maybe ridiculed a bit but in a good way, a way that makes him light up. burn.)

and he can process these things he’s been taught and ways his dads raised him but they can be good now, can be a place for him to be cared for and held and healed for being obedient and submissive - without the ‘need to fight back’, ‘am i pushing back too much or not enough?’ ‘not being man enough or not respecting my elders enough?’ kind of dule thing, like constant internal war. that i think would be there around his father and the relationship there.

ye idk, he’s my fucking sad little guy. i think he’s interesting and cool! (sry if this is too character study lol i just idk i guess i can’t really see him as a dom really - not without it being more of him acting)

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