I'M CACKLING

Hello! I wanted to ask some questions about the requests if that's fine.

Can you do a male reader with a male character?

Do you have a list of fandoms that I could ask from? (I found your account on a "Hajime Hinata x reader" tag but I wanted to make sure)

Thank you!

Ooohhh I haven't written stuff in FOREVER but I would totally do requests, no matter the gender (may or may not struggle with gender neutral terms but that's not relevant)

Anyways I could totally attempt a mlm drabble/fic/head cannons! o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

As for fandoms, I'm in a lot of them. I suppose the current ones I'm willing/motivated to write for are:

- My Hero Academia

- Danganronpa

- Kingdom Hearts

- Resident Evil

- Genshin Impact

- Honkai Star Rail

These are all I can think of at the moment! I'm probably able to write for more but I'm drawing blanks so if you got a question, ask it! :3

I love sweet step dad 😭

Baking Treats

alcoholic/sweet stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - SFW

warnings: stepcest, kissing, slight heavy petting

not proofread ✌️

“You know we can make’em from scratch right?”

Leon steps up next to you as you finish placing the last cookie down on the cookie sheet and pop it into the oven. 

You roll your eyes at him but don’t stop the smile stretching your lips, “Yeah but these are classic. Kinda like you.”

He grins, laugh lines deepening as he presses you against the kitchen counter, hands caging you as they settle on each side of you.  

“Yeah? A classic, huh,” he murmurs, lips ghosting across yours making your eyes droop.

“Uh huh,” you whisper, hands skating up across his chest to wrap around the back of his neck, “vintage, even.”

He chuckles and presses a feather light kiss to your lips. Sighing, you tug him back in, mouths softly meeting in another kiss. Leon keeps his kisses teasing and light until you nip his bottom lip with a whine. 

“So sweet,” he mutters before licking into your mouth with a hungry groan. 

The hint of whiskey still on his tongue has you pressing your thighs together, a Pavlovian response now as heat rushes through your body. He pulls away to grab your waist and lift you up onto the counter. Standing in between your legs, his hands grip the fat of your thighs and he yanks you into him. 

You whimper as the makeout turns into heavy petting; Leon’s hands are everywhere on your body, caressing your soft skin and groping your tits. He’s slowly working your leggings down your thighs when the kitchen timer dings. 

Leon steps back with a sigh as he helps you back down onto your feet, righting your clothing. 

“Thanks,” you smile sheepishly, quickly reaching for the oven mitt. 

“Nobody likes burnt cookies,” he leans against the counter, dark eyes watching you pull the cookies from the oven. 

You set the pan gently down on the stovetop and spin back around, tossing the oven mitt on the counter. 

You step over to Leon and wrap your arms around his shoulders, “So, where were we?”

divider: @firefly-graphics

I pledge allegiance to the flag, to the United States of America-

God BREAST America!!! 🦅🦅

Have ya’ll seen this mans chest? I wanna suck his tiddies so bad. I wish men were real 👎👎👎

I want to take a small bite lord have mercy.

no pressure tags: @rouge-poppy-flower

And anyone who would like to join!!

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧 😅

Link: Little Guy Maker

Starting tags (no pressure) + anyone else who’d like to participate: @waxxl0ver @ninakuli @12gaugefalls @my-sanity-is-long-gone @loveandmurders @small-sinclair @ligrivvirgilcelestial

— it’s the small things with you that matter most

just some day-to-day snippets depicting how it’s like to be in a relationship with alhaitham.

CONTAINS : gn!reader, 4.4k wc, fluff, (attempts at) humour, slight crack, established relationship, idiots in love

A/N : HAPPY BDAY BELOVED HAITHAM !! smitten clingy sappy menace haitham is my lifeline huhu 〒▽〒 (this is also just me once again advocating cute/energetic readers with haitham TヘT)

(can be read as a standalone or viewed as the post-happenings of [how to woo the acting grand sage 101] ^^)

Navigating through a relationship with Alhaitham isn’t as hard as one might think.

The transition from friends-who-pined-for-years to lovers was a lot easier than you’d like to admit. While there were some significant changes to adjust to (read: Alhaitham’s sudden surge in displays of affection), your dynamic pretty much remained the same.

And while you’ve had your fair share of ups and downs, most of your more serious fights happened before you got together. Considering how long you both have known one another, it wouldn’t be an understatement to say you know the other like the back of your hand — understanding minuscule hints and mannerisms anyone else wouldn’t notice — and so, most disputes are settled before they can even surface.

Most of your fights wouldn’t drag on for long as you’re both pretty open to discussing the root cause and where you both were in the wrong. That and the fact it’s hard to be apart from each other under bad terms, as you’ve come to realise after the particularly bad argument you had two months ago (Kaveh demanded you both stay at your house so that he didn’t have to witness your intensified displays of affection after reconciling).

More often than not, your subject of disagreements are petty, typically resulting in revoked privileges of affection from the victim. That usually results in both sides being depraved and cranky (well, more so than usual in Alhaitham’s case) until the revoked privilege is, uh, unrevoked,

Well, it’s a good thing you both rarely argue!

Keep reading

I love you Lipgloss, thank you

Shoutout to 💭 anon for that casual re4r Leon look for stepbro Leon!!

Like ugghh, that bit of forearm that he shows off makes me go insane.

And he's very much a tease too, like 💭 anon said.

"Princess, why are you staring at me so much?" He asks when he literally knows why. He KNOWS what his arms do to us.

Flexing his arms doing casual things whenever he can because you're around and just wants to tease the living hell out of you.

And I remember reading this one fic where your grind on Leon's biceps and ughhhh I can't find it😔

But he'd definitely tell you "If you like my arms so much, why don't you just fuck them, hm?" or something along the lines like that.

And he doesn't fuck you stupid until you cum on his arms (which, let's be honest, probably not take that long).

"Aw, who knew I had such a slutty princess all to myself? So needy that she's willing to grind my arms."

"Bet you'd want your big brother to choke you with his biceps. Right, princess?"

Ughhh I'm so stuck on him calling me princess. No matter the situation. It's that mix of degradation and praise that makes me head spin like crazy 🤭

HAVE A GOOD DAY LIP GLOSS! *explodes*

Klee 😩 how you gonna drop this beautiful bombshell into my inbox 😫

And also if you ever find that fic about Leon’s biceps lemme know 👀

Huhuhu I love this sooo much

torturous fingers

Summary: It's an off day. Off fucking day, and Leon decides to use this day to edge the hell out of you. You hate it and love it at the same time. He'll always turn you into nothing but a whining and demanding mess whenever he does this, and you just find it so awfully embarrassing. Leon doesn't though. The asshole loves it.

(Leon edges you.)

afab!reader — death island leon

"Leon, you fucking—"

Your words are cut off when you feel your lover's slender fingers on the soft folds of flesh between your thighs once more, his fingers circling your bundle of nerves skillfully. Your nose scrunches up and eyes close, as a whine escapes your throat, a whine of both pleasure and dissatisfaction, because it feels so damn good but you know what's going to happen, again and again.

You buck your hips up to Leon's hand, and it certainly does help in getting more friction between his fingers and your clit. You swear you hear a chuckle from him at your action, and you feel him resting his other hand on your thigh, simply resting it there, and it helps to remind you of his presence, and the comfort that it brings as the pleasure was just starting to get overwhelming for you.

It's an off day. Off fucking day, and Leon decides to use this day to edge the hell out of you. You hate it and love it at the same time. He'll always turn you into nothing but a whining and demanding mess whenever he does this, and you just find it so awfully embarrassing. Leon doesn't though. The asshole loves it.

You start to pant, and all you can hear are the wet sounds from between your thighs and your own heavy, stuttered breathing. Your thighs are threatening to close, but the pleasure makes you keep them open wide, as if it'll help you to get to your release faster.

Then, you feel it. The familiar build up. A naive part of you think that, maybe, Leon is thinking how you look so pathetic right now and would finally, finally grant you this.

Your voice turns high-pitched when you get closer to your orgasm that you desire so much. Your hands grip the sheets and your back arch and—

"Not yet."

No! You want to cry out, but you can't find it in you, not when your orgasm is being denied once more, when you were so, so damn close.

You can only let out a whine, sounding like you're crying but no, at least not yet. You simply throw your head back and your face turns into a dissatisfied frown.

You manage to speak up, "I hate you..."

"Of course you do, baby," is all Leon says in return, and that just annoys you further, irritates you even.

"I do!" you exclaim, finally opening your eyes and looking up at him sitting beside your lying form on the bed.

And God, he looks beautiful. Handsome. Attractive fucking tease.

He has that smirk on his face that tells you what he's feeling about the situation. He finds this so amusing, so entertaining and you're just close to snapping and crying. And he definitely knows that.

"Come on," Leon then murmurs, his fingers finding their way to your clit once more, this time rubbing it up and down. His ministration is slower this time, really taking his time, and he adds, "This will feel so good for you later."

Oh, it feels so good. Your arousal is leaking so much that you can even feel it trailing down to your other hole, and your wetness probably hit the bed too. You don't care about that right now though, that's something to feel embarrassed about later.

Right now, you feel like sulking but you still want it more. Your pride is clashing with your desires, and you don't know what to pick. You're definitely not in the best state of mind, no, you're fucking horny and it's clouding your mind.

"You're just gonna..." you whine, voice wavering. "You're just gonna do it again..."

Leon snorts. "Of course."

Ugh! You're so mad! So angry at him! And so, so damn desperate.

Sulking, you turn your body to the side and press your thighs together, giving him your back. You press your face into the mattress and whine. You feel pathetic, and you probably look pathetic.

"Hey, hey now," Leon says softly, and you feel the mattress shifting, indicating he's moving closer to you. "Are you crying yet?"

"I'm not!" you whine, burying your face deeper into the mattress. You don't know how to speak your words without whining now. 

"You can't be sulking," Leon says and you hate that you can hear the amusement in his tone. You feel his hand on the side of your thigh, and then it slides towards your inner thigh, soon lifting it up. "That won't work, not right now. Even though you're looking real cute."

Your heart skips a beat, and you have to remind yourself that you're sulking. You think your heart just start to beat faster at how you feel the dip in the bed behind you, and how he's moving to lie behind you, his chest against your back and your thigh being rested on his knee so it stays open.

"I promise, I'll spoil you so, so good," Leon persuades you, murmuring in your ear as his hand squeezes your hip playfully. "You wanna be spoiled, don't you?"

"You're a liar," you remark, your voice slightly muffled by the sheets.

He laughs at that—a beautiful sound. "Not always."

He then leans his head down, wanting to take a look at your face. His hand has moved down from your hip to your inner thigh, just caressing the area.

"Kiss me while I play with your pretty pussy, won't you?"

He's saying it so nicely that you can't help but to lift your head, vulnerable to what he wants, always giving in. You let out a soft whine, leaning your face up to kiss his lips, needy.

"There we go," he whispers against your mouth, as his fingers come into contact with your pussy once more. He's so, so good to you.

His fingers are circling your clit again, that ever so familiar motion that you love so much. You lean your back more against his chest, eager to consume more of his kiss, pouring your love into the kiss alone, despite your earlier annoyance at him, and perhaps the tiny bit annoyance that is still present as well.

"You wanna cum?" he murmurs against your mouth, and your breath hitches in excitement.

Finally. "Yeah... I do, I do."

"Yeah?" Leon whispers, his fingers speeding up their motion. You spread your thighs more, hips thrusting slightly to enhance the sensation of his fingers. You're close, you're so close!

"Go ahead, baby," he urges softly, his breath hitching, growing even more excited himself. You're not even kissing anymore, lips just few centimetres away from each other, his mouth consuming your sounds. "Fucking cum."

You moan, your hand gripping the sheet and the other gripping the pillow above your head, and your body twitching occasionally, too sensitive from the amount of times Leon has edged you. Your eyes are not even open, while your lips are parted, panting softly as you're growing closer to your peak.

His fingers are so good. God. They're playing with your clit so fast and it just elicits more and more noises out of you, noises you didn't even know you could make.

"Cumming... cum—!"

Leon abruptly pulls his hand away from between your thighs, almost as if he had to force himself to pull his hand away. You hear his ragged breathing behind you, accompanied with the sound of your loud whine, one of annoyance and genuine disappointment.

He's such a goddamn liar, and you feel your tears start to prick your eyes.

You're just about to turn to face him, to whine, yell at him, curse him, but he's doing that for you first, his hand on your shoulder and pulling you so you're lying flat on your back.

You could hear his brief and quiet growl before he positions himself above you, his palms flat on the mattress with your head between them.

"You lied," you whispers, lips trembling and glaring up at him as best you can.

You receive a hasty kiss on your forehead which causes your eyes to flutter, and also helps to ease your annoyance and the unbearable need to cry and kick.

Those those urges seem to disappear almost instantaneously, as Leon lifts up your thighs and positions his knees below them. Oh.

"I know," Leon murmurs softly as response, positioning himself to your entrance. "I want you to cum on my cock, and you can do it as many times as you want, okay?"

He pushes in, and you think about how you'll be spending double the time he spent edging you, with him fucking you.

you guys know me as an author, but I'm also an editor! I have been editing for years now and I recently started a new editing account. zoreith :)

giggles

he's so cute, I love him

I'm going to start sharing my favorite Leon/Resi edits here because my moots ignore me on Twitter and here I have my favorites delulus moots uwu

MORE OF LEON VIEW IN FIRTS PERSON 😭😭😭

OMG OMG I LOVE CLIFF HANGERS LIKE THESE!!

Two's A Crowd

College Bully! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

(Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5)

Description: College is proving to be a lot harder than you imagined. You cannot fail this math class. So when you've tried everything else, a well-known student is recommended to you by your professor for tutoring lessons, not really leaving you with much of a choice but to work with him.

Warnings: Not proofread, No Use of Y/N, Dub-Con, Unprotected Sex, Bullying, Yelling, Cursing

Tags: College AU, Bully! Leon, Shy! Reader, both are in their early 20's, Leon is Rude AF in the beginning, Loss of Virginity, Oral Sex, Fingering, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Additional Tags to be Added

Author's Note: Forgiveness is requested but not expected. Downhill we go!!

Cross-posted onto AO3

Chapter 3:

Over time, you grew less and less worried with Leon’s nice behavior. Your math grade has gone up significantly, surpassing a low C which is a passing grade, but since the tutor sessions have become much more bearable, you haven’t felt the need to stop going. Besides, you have an A streak to fulfill.

Your friends stayed suspicious about the frat boy’s intentions, however. The way you’d become so unbothered with everything relating to him had them stressed, yet at the end of the day, “no asshole can hold up a facade like that for this long”, as per Sky’s words.

Easygoing is the best way to describe Leon at this point. A gentle soul, from what you can tell. He goes out of his way to hold the door for you, share his food with you whenever he brings it, and he even gets excited with you whenever you get an A on any of your assignments or tests. It makes you happy that you held out for him.

“And that makes sense to you?” Leon was standing next to you, leaned over with both his hands on the table. You were both in the study room, only this time you had finished everything math related. Thanksgiving break had come and gone so everything had shifted towards the finals before Winter break, meaning now you were using the space to go over the study guide for the final given by one of your other professors, though it would’ve been nice to have your math study guide to burn into your brain since it’s your biggest struggle.

“Yeah, this is easy for me,” you mutter, hand against your mouth as your eyes move back and forth across the packet of information in front of you. Having Leon leaning over you had been commonplace since mid-November. He turned out to be very nosey. “Shouldn’t you be focusing on your own classes?”

You didn’t need to look at him to know he was extremely confused by your study guide. “Uhh.. nah,” he stood upright and slowly made his way around the table, sitting down in front of you with a small groan as he relaxed into the seat. “I’ve made it through the past couple years here without ‘em. No need for ‘em now.” You nodded to the side at his, bringing the pen you were holding up to your mouth to nibble on the end of it. “Makes sense…”

It took awhile before you noticed his nervous fidgeting, looking up from your study guide to give him a worried look. “Are you bored? I can finish up in my dorm if you-”

“Do you want to get dinner with me tonight?” He cut you off, his eyes meeting yours before the room fell silent. The question was so sudden and you weren’t expecting anything like it, so it just had you confused. You must’ve looked it, too, since he moved his eyes away from yours while crossing his arms. “I mean-.. Y’know, figured I’d ask..”

Seeing him get nervous was always pretty cute to you, such a handsome guy getting worked up over you never failed to flatter you. “Oh, yeah! I’d like that, actually..” You giggled when Leon looked back at you, soon grabbing your few supplies to put back into your backpack. 

Relief spread across his face, moving to stand as you collected your items. “Good, okay, uh.. How’s Olive Garden sound?” To the average college student, Olive Garden was some high class fine dining. Anyone would be a fool to say no to an offer like that.

Just like your friend told you not to do, the absolute biggest no-no when it came to these types of college guys, you let Leon get even closer. It was just dinner in the beginning, but you started seeing him outside of study sessions afterwards with him going out of his way to seek you out and hang out with you and you the same. “Just going out to dinner” turned into dates real fast, faster than you even had time to process. 

You’ve almost completely forgotten about just how nasty he was towards you not three months prior with how he doted on you. Leading up to finals week, Leon made sure to bring you food after noticing your long study habits. He wouldn’t even give you a choice, just a simple “whaddya feeling tonight?” over text. He’d hang out in your dorm with you while you ate, much to your roommates dismay, and sometimes he’d just show up for no reason other than to see you. You’d blush and shy away from his flirting, he’d tease you, and you’d get mad at him for distracting you in a playful way. Even if you wanted to be actually mad at him, you couldn’t, not with that cheeky little grin he’d give you.

You never questioned his nosiness as he familiarized himself with your dorm, rummaging through your drawers as you whined at him from the bed to stay out of your stuff. Honestly, you’d probably look through his stuff too if you had the chance.

Having a boyfriend during your first year of college wasn’t exactly a goal, and you don’t know if this is even a relationship or not, but you weren’t complaining. It was so nice having someone care about you like this, especially when it’s someone who’s, to you, way out of your league in almost every sense. Though he wasn’t the most outgoing, he was very well known, and being seen with him meant the attention he received was spilling onto you. Hell, you didn’t even know he played football until he passed by you with his friends, all in their football get-ups. He never bragged about any practices or games to you, maybe you should’ve asked about the various bruises and scuffs he’d show up to the study sessions with. Oh well.

Every night during finals week, Leon would take you out for dinner under the guise of “destressing from the long day”, not that you minded, of course. You were growing increasingly anxious about your last final, the big one; math. The two of you were sitting in his black Jeep Wrangler as it idled out in the parking lot of McDonald’s, snacking on what was left of your meal in a comfortable silence. The combination of the heater blowing on you and the food in your stomach was settling you, if only a little.

Leon kept his eyes on you the entire time, hand rubbing soothingly up and down your thigh. His hand was so warm. “You’ll pass, I know you will.” His soft touch barely had you cracking a smile, looking through the windshield as large snowflakes quietly fell, lit up by the streetlights surrounding the parking lot and by the headlights on his car. The snow had accumulated an inch on the ground already, the sun having set nearly two hours prior. Winter and its short days, a blessing and a curse. “I don’t know..” You could feel his eyes on you, yet yours were stuck staring out at the falling snow. “My nerves always get me. I’m gonna make the stupidest mistakes and then once the final grades are in my parents’ll wanna see and then I’ll be surrounded be disappointment and shame and guilt.”

You closed your eyes and slumped your shoulders when you felt Leon squeeze your thigh, finally able to turn and look back at him. “You know that’s not how it’s gonna go.” He let out a breathy laugh when you raised an eyebrow. “Oh come on, you’ve got it down! Plus, you had an amazing tutor~..”

With a dramatic groan, you rolled your eyes as he wiggled his eyebrows at you, unable to hide your smile. “I guess, but you weren’t that amazing..”

Leon moved his free hand and brought it up to his chest, holding it there with a strong pout to feign hurt. “You wound me.. Was I nothing to you?” His smile quickly returned when you clicked your tongue at him, chuckling through his nose. “Seriously though, I’ve never met anyone as smart as you are. You learned how to do that kind of stuff incredibly fast, so I don’t have a single doubt in my mind that you won’t demolish that final.” His compliments always left you blushing and at a loss for words, playfulness giving way to a more heavy air. “Thank you, Leon. Really, thank you...” 

You were too wrapped up in watching the snow fall through the windshield to notice when his hand pulled away from your thigh, or just how guilty he looked as he silently watched you.

The math final was easier than you were expecting. You understood basically everything that had been put on it minus a couple things that you scolded yourself for not brushing up on last minute. Grades weren’t put in until a week or more after the finals were turned in, yet you were confident enough in how it went to feel good leaving that room afterwards. 

This first semester had really tested your limits, but you were lucky to have your friends, lucky to have Leon. It didn’t feel strange having him around anymore, it felt natural, real. There weren’t enough ways to thank him for all that he did between tutoring you and taking care of you overall. 

You yelped with laughter as Sky picked you up, their arms around your midriff, waving you side to side as they yelled how proud they were of you. Ella only stood by and laughed along, making sure to take a picture of the moment as keepsakes. “Guys, I don’t even know if I passed yet!” You pushed away from Sky and they placed you back down on the ground, smoothing out your shirt which had you swatting their hands away.

“But! You survived and that’s always cause for celebration.” Ella pocketed her phone and took a couple steps forward so you were all standing in a small circle now. “You really pulled through these last few months.”

Thanks to Leon. “I did, huh?” You looked down with a bashful smile, shrugging before pulling the strap on your backpack further up so it wouldn’t slip off your shoulder. “You know,” Sky started, resting their elbow on your other shoulder while pursing their lips as they slowly turned their head to look at you, “you’re not very good at hiding your love for Leon..” 

You weren’t trying to hide it, it's just that even the vaguest thought about the man had you flustered and stumbling over your words like a fool. All you could do now was glare at your friend, who just raised their hands up in defense. “Hey now, not poking fun, just making an observation.”

Ella placed her entire hand over Sky’s face and pushed them away from you, ignoring their muffled complaints as she looked at you. “We’ll always be suspicious because we’re your friends and we care about you, but as long as you’re careful, we’ll keep our distance.”

Sky pulled Ella’s hand off their face, making gross-out noises while wiping their face off. “Blegh, anyways, yeah. Keeping our distance, but still watching from afar.” They pointed their index and middle finger from their eyes to yours before smiling.

You hung around in their dorm as Ella finished packing up her suitcase. She’s had her plane ticket back home booked for a month, constantly expressing her need to leave as soon as finals were finished during that time. Sky was leaving the same day you were, which was in two days since you both drove or were driven here. Leon stayed at his frat house all school year, so you were thankful to have two people sticking around so you weren’t left all alone.

Unfortunately, this meant you had your own packing to do. Thankfully though, your roommate had already left, sparing you from their menial chit-chat. Packing was almost cathartic in a weird way, almost as if you saw going home as a reward for working yourself to the bone at this university. Quiet music was playing from your phone as you gathered the essentials, you’d be coming back in three weeks so there wasn’t any need to pack up everything.

A gentle knock knock knock at your dorm’s door startled you from your thoughts, causing you to blink a few times to make sure it wasn’t just coming from the song that was playing. Slowly, you made your way over to the door, and before you’d even opened it fully, Leon slipped his way through, side stepping into the room with a cheeky smile. 

You scoffed as you watched him weasel his way in, hand stuttering away from the door handle to allow the heavy door to shut. “You could’ve waited until I opened the door all the way.” 

“I knocked, though.” Mischief was evident in his tone as his eyes landed on the suitcase sitting on your bed. “Getting ready to leave?”

“Not for another couple days. Just.. wanna be ready.” You walked past him over to your suitcase, continuing to fold the last few pieces of clothing you wanted to bring back home. “Perfect, got some extra time to spend with you then.” Leon chuckled, now standing next to you to watch you get back into rhythm.

Having him admit that so casually had you nervous, cheeks heating up as you glanced over at him. “Wouldn’t you rather hang out with your friends?” The eyebrow raise he gave you made you stumble as you tried to elaborate. “N-not that I don’t want to hang out with you! I just feel like you’d have more fun celebrating the end of the semester outside of a stuffy dorm.” You tried to laugh away the embarrassment, moving your focus back to the suitcase as you zipped it up.

“I can celebrate with those slobs any time, but for right now, I would really like to be around you.” Leon carefully lifted your suitcase off the bed, placing it near the door for you. “You’re nice and quiet. They’re not.” You sighed after lifting yourself up onto your bed, sitting criss-cross right in the middle while meekly smiling to yourself, watching him walk back over to stand in front of you.

“By the way,” he said, turning his head to look out your window for a split second before looking back down at you, “I haven’t had the chance to tell you how proud I am of you for coming out of that math final. I know results take awhile, but you seem pretty pleased with yourself.” He crossed his arms and bent forward a bit with a teasing smirk as he not-so-subtly looked you up and down.

You covered your face with your hands and laughed into them, a poor attempt to hide your ever increasing blush. After letting your hands fall away, you bunched the end of your hoodie up in them, fiddling with the thick fabric as you replied. “Yeah, uh.. I think I did alright.” You were going to say more, but you stopped when Leon’s hand found its way under your chin, tilting your head back so you were looking at him. “C’mon, don’t downplay this, baby. You did amazing and you know it.”

Your mind went blank at the pet name and you were finding it hard to breathe with the way his hand felt under your chin. The air in your dorm was a tad tense before, yet now it just felt heavy. Stifling. All you could do was stare up at him with wide eyes, eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as you tried to think of something, anything to say.

“Did I catch you off guard?” He said with a breathy laugh, gently tilting your head side to side as he studied you. And you let him. Your mouth felt dry, face hot as he leaned in closer. “You’re so beautiful..” His voice dropped an octave and his eyes were lidded as they stared into yours. “So smart, so brave..” Soon his lips were brushing against yours, whispering out a final “So perfect..” before pulling you into a gentle kiss.

It didn’t take long for you to relax into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut as you tried to mimic Leon’s movements. His hands cautiously slid down to grasp at your waist while yours moved up to cup his face, pulling him closer. He slowly crawled onto the bed with you tugging him along, leaving you laying down as he hovered over the top of you, knees planted on either side of your legs while one of his arms moved up to support himself. 

He was doing his best to be careful with you, noting your nervous tremble as his right hand slid under your hoodie. “M’gonna take care of you, ‘kay?” He hummed against your sensitive skin, kissing along the underside of your jawline. You only nodded as his lips trailed down your neck, stopping when your hoodie got in his way of the rest of you. “Need you to say ‘okay’ f’me, baby.”

Nearly whining when he stopped, you nodded again a bit more vigorously this time, voice barely a whisper. “O-..Okay..” You propped yourself up slightly when Leon pulled his head away from your neck, his eyes meeting yours as both his hands were now playing with the end of your hoodie. “Y-Yeah, okay…” You repeated.

First it was your hoodie, then it was his jacket, and before you knew it, he had you in his arms, chest pressed against yours as he reached around to unclasp the hooks on your bra. You immediately brought your arms up to cover your breasts once Leon leaned back after pulling your bra off, self-consciousness suddenly settling in. “Hey hey, no need to hide from me..” He cooed, eyes raking down your body as he grabbed your hands to pull your arms away, thumbs rubbing circles onto the tops of your hands as he stared with a crooked smile. 

You took the opportunity to take in his form; muscular, a couple old scars and freckles standing out to you. He was gorgeous, through and through, no doubt about it. He took notice, craning his neck to look down at his exposed chest before looking back up at you. “Looks good, huh?” That got a small giggle out of you, at least.

He slowly guided you back down onto the bed, his hands firmly rubbing up and down your sides. “You look even better, though. Layin’ pretty beneath me~..” His right hand found its way to your panties, running his fingers along the band before trailing further down to press his middle finger against the gusset. You gasped at the feeling while he laughed quietly, leaning back a bit further to catch a glimpse of the wet spot he was feeling. “You’re soaked.. Lil’ bit of touching got you all worked up?”

Your hands flew up to hide your face again as he rubbed his finger up and down your clothed pussy, letting out small gasps and whimpers all the while. You shakily nodded, subconsciously spreading your legs further apart as he slotted himself between them. 

“Tell me something, babe.” Leon paused his movements to look up at you, huffing a chuckle through his nose when he noticed you’d covered your face. “You seem real nervous, so I’m jus’ wonderin’...” Dread settled in your stomach at his implication, you were hoping he wouldn’t ask this. “Yes..” You whispered, parting your fingers over your right eye so you could look at him. “Don’t make me say it, please…”

He hummed low in his chest, eyes darkening as they moved back down to your panties. “Juuust wonderin', is all..” His finger started to caress you over your panties again while adding a bit more pressure. “There’s no shame in being a virgin. Only means I gotta make this extra special for you~.” You moved your hands to shoot him a weak glare and he smiled in return. “Didn’t say I couldn’t say it.”

Once he felt your tremble start to dissipate, he brought his hands up and hooked his fingers on the band of your panties before slowly tugging them off, letting out a low groan as a string of slick stayed connected to the gusset from your leaking pussy. “Fuck, that’s hot..” He breathed in sharply through his teeth, taking your panties into one hand before grabbing his hoodie, stuffing them into the large pocket in the front.

Leon didn’t waste any time putting himself back between your legs, languidly dragging his middle finger up and down through your folds. He relished in your every noise, even as you tried to hold them in. “You ever finger yourself before?” He asked, voice gravelly as he repeatedly pulled his finger back to watch your slick cling to it by a string. 

“... no..” Your innocence had him groaning to himself again. He could ignore the guilt eating away at him long enough to handle you the way you needed to be handled. “Let’s give it a try then, yeah?” He hunched over some more so his face was hovering above yours, middle finger now gently circling your clenching hole.

“P-Please be careful..” You whimpered, slightly panicked at the feeling of his finger nudging your entrance, one of your hands grasping the bed sheets while the other held onto his bicep that was closest to you.  “I’ll be so careful, baby.. I promise I’ll be careful.”

And he was. What would’ve normally been a relatively quick process turned into ten minutes of Leon tenderly stretching you on his fingers. He studied your face the entire time, whispering sweet words into your ear, even letting out deep moans to encourage your own timid ones. You needed the time. There's no rush.

He moved down to pair his fingers with his mouth, tongue running through your wet folds as his fingers stroked your walls. The noises you let out when he sucked on your clit were intoxicating. You were intoxicating.

Once Leon pulled his mouth and fingers away from you, you knew what was coming. And when he paused for a moment after standing up, hands hooked in his boxers, eyebrows tightly furrowed together in thought, that only served to make you more nervous.

“..Leon?” You managed to say, propping yourself up on your elbows as you watched his shake himself out of his head. “Yeah, sorry, just… thinking about the best way to go about this. Don’t wanna scare you.”

“You-... I’m not gonna be scared..” You looked from his face down to his boxers, eyeballing where his fingers were still hooked in them. He just clicked his tongue, nodding his head to the side with a soft “if you say so”. 

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were scared. There wasn’t much frame of reference, but Leon was… sizeable, for lack of a better term. And it wasn’t just his size that was intimidating to you, it was the idea of sex itself. Sex has always been made out to be this big grandiose milestone by everyone around you, so now that you’re about to actually do it is giving you the same sinking feeling that public speaking does. 

“You’re scared.” Leon had pulled his boxers all the way down without you noticing, letting them lay abandoned on the floor as he took the small step back towards you. “No.” You were quick to object, eyes still glued to his dick. He chuckled and tilted your head back by your chin once more. “Yes, you are, and it’s okay. I’m not gonna kill you with it.”

“You might…” You muttered under your breath, eyes lowly making their way back down to his dick as he got back up onto the bed and in between your legs. “I promised you I’d be careful, right?” Leon grunted, his hand squeezing the base of his cock before giving it a few slow strokes. 

You swallowed dryly, pulling your eyes away and back up to meet his. “Yeah…” He nodded, giving you a wobbly smile as he teased his thumb across his tip. “Right. So don’t worry, I’ve gotcha..”

You only nodded, doing your best to keep your eyes up and focused on his face as he lubed himself with your juices. Your eyes widened once you felt him line himself up with your hole, body jerking a bit at the slight pressure.

“You gotta relax, sweetheart..” He used his freehand to stroke your thigh before pulling your right up over his shoulder, hand moving back down so his thumb could rub your clit. “Just breathe and focus on what my hand’s doin’, alright?”

The two of you were lucky that a lot the people in your dorm building left already, cause when his tip finally pushed past that ring of muscle, you let out an embarrassingly loud yelp. It hurt, but it was also such a new feeling that it simply startled you. “Okay, okay, that’s the hardest part. You did it.” You panted, hands tugging at the blankets beneath you as he stilled. “Okay…” You copied him, nodding your head once you felt you were ready for him to move.

The sting of the stretch was the hardest to get by, however it was easily masked by just how full you felt after Leon was fully sheathed inside you. So new, yet so good. 

You let out a shaky sigh, eyes closing as you rested back against the bed. Your heart was beating and your body felt hot. It was actually a nice feeling. “You- ugh.. You can move.. a little..” You breathed out, grunting softly when you felt him twitch.

“Mhm..” Leon agreed with only a hum, not trusting his mouth enough to speak. He pulled back an inch before thrusting just as slowly,  eyes darting around your face for any sign of discomfort. A minute or so of taking it slow led to deeper thrusts, following your command as you asked for “harder”, “deeper”, “faster”. All with that sweet voice that he couldn’t say no to.

You were eating away at him and you didn’t even know it; wrapped around him so perfectly, that delicious honey of yours dripping down his balls, moaning his name, looking at him with those glassy eyes, fuck. He fits you so well.

He kept his eyes closed, unable to look at you any longer. Ignoring the guilt was harder than he thought, even with him thrusting into you like he owned you. You weren’t his, he can't have you the way you want him to-

“Shit-!” He gasped, too lost in his own thoughts to notice you’d grown close until you abruptly clenched around him, sloppy cunt milking his cock. His thrusts stuttered to a stop as he buried himself deep into you, cumming with a whine of his own. Looking at the wall with bleary eyes, he furrowed his brow again, chewing on the inside of his cheek while he caught his breath.

Clarity crashed into him when you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a weak hug. He needed to go, but how could he leave you like this? God, he was so fucked.

He should’ve just stayed an asshole, that would’ve kept you far away. And he should’ve never taken that stupid bet. All this for a pair of panties to wave around like a trophy.

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