LORDY

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. They’re siblings your honor

misc re4 remake stuff because im patiently waiting and normal about it

thinking about re4!vamp!leon who’s kinda maybe obsessed with your neck, you’ve called him a vampire jokingly, his response was nipping at the skin of your neck. you laugh, he laughs, and you of course don’t know what he truly is.

it’s always jokes and laughs, you call him a vampire and he playfully nips at your wrist or your neck, you push him away and scoff, telling him to be careful or you’ll actually bleed—and god, what he would give to get even a lick of your blood.

he slips up when he’s fucking you one night, you’re in missionary and he’s holding onto your wrist so tight you’re afraid it’ll break—he’s nudging his nose right in the middle of it, and when he feels your pussy clench around him, he loses it for a split second and his teeth sink in.

the very first taste of your blood has him whimpering and his hips staggering. ‘’Oh—oh—shit..fuck..ngghh..’’ he’s trying so hard to stop, but when your blood tastes like his very own drug he’s afraid he’s fucked, how is he ever supposed to be around you now? you’re still laying there, pupils blown wide and mouth agape—you aren’t even sure what happened.

but then you see it, the sharp point of his fangs, how he’s almost in a trance, licking your wrist and swaying softly, his skin somehow seems even more porcelain, and his eyes are the most deep shade of red—he finally looks at you and you’re not sure if you’re supposed to be aroused, or scared.

he’s looking at you as if you just stole every star in the sky and gave it to him in a pretty red box. ‘’fuck- leon, what?’’ he’s quickly shushing you, nuzzling against your neck now, ‘’shh..don’t worry baby..you gave me everything I needed, just..let me take care of you now, okay?’’ and when you look at him again, his eyes are their normal blue, and his teeth that were just fangs are ordinary, what the hell?

@ vulturni 2023

Leon, handing Luis a steaming cup of coffee: Blow.

Luis: *shrugs and gets on his knees*

Leon: THE COFFEE, THE FUCKING COFFEE!

Lovefool

Smut, dilfs, best friends hot dad trope

A soft trembling moan falls from your lips as your hips bang into the rosewood desk he has you bent over as each well-paced thrust lands deep within you. His whole body is warm and firm as he holds you close, squeezing you affectionately while you drown in the heavy scent of sex and his cologne. The sharp nips of his teeth along the sensitive flesh of your neck is a welcome pain, adding to the sensations overtaking your body. His arm across your chest pulls you flush against his chest as he leans closer to the desk, seeking a deeper angle within you. Moans tumble continuously from your lips, your mind too hazy to form words. You’re so close, god you’re so close. You push your hips back into him-

“Hey, hey, y/n- wake up.” You groan and roll over to face Jolyne. Your body is sweaty and your cheeks flushed with amor and embarrassment. “You were, you were uh, havin’ quite the dream from the sound of it.” “And I woke you up?” It’s dark, you can't see her, she can’t see you. That little bit of knowledge is the only thing keeping you from bursting into tears at the moment. “Yeah, no worries though, it happens to everyone. Soooo, who was it about.” “Don’t remember,” you lie, ‘God this is terrible,’ you think, rolling out of bed and heading towards the door. “Come on, dream like that you gotta remember who it was. I have dreams like that about Tom Cruise sometimes. Remember when he was in that vampire movie? Sooo fuckin’ sexy. Where you goin?” “To take a shower Jo, I’m horny and embarrassed,” you snap, closing the door behind you.

You lean against the door and let out a silent sob, clapping your hand over your mouth to silence any possible noise you could make. You’d die if your best friend found out you had a wet dream about her dad in her bed of all places. Fuck what was wrong with you? Even if you did fuck him, which you wouldn't, even though you were an adult, and it was legal sure, was it moral? You knew Jotaro held morals over the law. He’d kill a man if it was the right thing to do, hell, you were pretty sure he had killed a man. “I can’t just stand in the hall like this, what if he comes out? What if I look weird? What if I smell weird?” ‘Just go shower, jack off a little, go back to bed, and apologize to Jolyne for being a dick when she wakes up.’ Easy Peasy.

It was in fact, not easy peasy.

The shower knobs were squeaky as hell, most likely because it was two in the morning and the only sound in the whole house, but still loud as hell regardless. You couldn’t get the water temperature adjusted, either burning or freezing you. You eventually decided hot was better than cold, it was bad enough you were busting a nut in their shower, the water bill didn’t need to be extravagant on top of that. Then it took you forever to get into your groove, almost certainly because of stress and embarrassment, and when you finally did, you couldn’t seem to shut up. Biting the back of your hand to silence your moans as you rode your fingers, you finally managed to get yourself to the edge. You came with a high-pitched whine, biting down on your hand hard enough to break the skin and slipping, narrowly catching yourself on the towel rack, but not before slamming your whole body weight against the back wall of the shower. The color drains from your face as you realize that Jotaro’s room is on the other side of said wall. ‘Oh god, he has PTSD, oh fuck he's gonna panic and kill me. I’m naked, shit. It's all over now.’ The door never slams open, and you’re left alive. Maybe he didn't hear it. You turn the shower off as quietly as possible and step out, toweling off and dressing before heading back to Jolyne’s room.

When you go crawl into the bed Jolyne rolls over, facing you. “So, did you enjoy your wank?” “Jo, what, why are you still awake.” “It must have been good, I heard you slip,” she giggles. “You were listening,” you hiss, staring at her in disbelief. “Not on purpose, I was trying to go back to sleep but you weren’t exactly quiet.” “Fuck, I hope nobody else heard. I’m sorry you did though, and I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier.” “It’s fine, I get pissy when I’m pent up too. We need to find you a boyfriend, and fast.” “Bitch,” you laugh, throwing your arm across her shoulder. “But you loooveee me,” She coos, throwing her arm over you as well. “Shut it and go to sleep, I’m still embarrassed.”

When you wake up in the morning, Jolyne’s not in bed, so you assume she’s already gotten up to get breakfast like the glutton she always was in the morning “How are you not fat,” you always asked her, watching in disbelief as she ate a bowl of cereal and four pop tarts. “Hard work,” she’d always reply around a mouthful of food. You couldn't find her. You poke your head into the kitchen and call softly, weary of waking Jotaro. “She had classes this morning,” a deep voice rumbles, frightening you. Jotaro’s leaning against the counter, a steaming cup of coffee in his hands, his face as unreadable as ever. “Good morning Mr. Kujo, do you uh, mind if I have coffee with you,” you greet softly, grabbing a mug from the cabinet. “Not at all, y/n. If anything you're my favorite out of all Jolyne’s friends, but don’t tell her that, she’ll never talk to you again just to spite me.” You let out a soft laugh. “She doesn’t really hate you that much, only a little bit,” you hum, pouring yourself some coffee and leaning on the counter across from him. It was just coffee, so why did it feel so dirty? “Are you alright, I heard you fall in the shower last night.” Because he had heard you, that’s why. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine thank you for asking, I just slipped.” He shrugs, your answer saiting his curiosity.

“May I ask why I’m your favorite out of Jolyne’s friends,” you ask suddenly, staring into the warm mug in your hands. “You’re just pleasant to be around, that’s all.” “You don't seem the type to derive pleasure from other’s company, Mr. Kujo.” “Most people are intolerable, yes, but I happen to hate you less than the others by a long shot.” “Not one to mince words, I see.” “Speaking of deriving pleasure, you’re a noisy one I hear,” he counters. You’re dumbfounded. Never in a million years would you have expected him to be so forward. “So you heard me?” “I’ve overstepped,” he murmurs, putting his mug down and turning to leave, but you reach out and grab his wrist. “Mr. Kujo, Jotaro, may I call you Jotaro?” “I’ve insulted your privacy, I no longer deserve your respect, why not,” he replies, looking as beaten as you've ever seen him.

“May I confide something in you, Jotaro, something deeply personal?” He nods. “I-I uh.” ‘You stupid fucking bitch spit it out or don’t, stop wasting his time.’ “The reason I was doing that last night is because I- um- I had a wet dream. About you.” He stares at you blankly. ‘Oh god, I’ve really done it now he’s disgusted. He hates me. I’m so fucking filthy. What’s wrong with me?’ “Really,” he breathes finally, bringing a hand up to rest on your cheek. “I know it’s foolish to think about you like that but I can’t help it and-“ ‘oh god he’s leaning towards me what do I do?’ “M-may I kiss you,” he whispers, his breath ghosting across your lips as he speaks. You answer by simply wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself into him, kissing him fervently.

“Is it disgusting that I touched myself when I heard all those sounds you were making? Am I a terrible man for jacking off to my daughter’s friend? The very fact that I kissed you- that I ever thought about you like that-” He looks genuinely disgusted with himself as he looks to you for an answer. You jump, bringing yourself to sit on the counter and pull him to you, his massive thighs resting between your legs. “You’re not disgusting,” you coo, stroking his hair soothingly. It’s surprisingly soft, making you bring your other hand up to rest in his hair as well. “You're a good man, everyone that’s met you knows that. Cold, maybe, but still good. I know that underneath whatever it is that you got going on in there,” you tug gently at his hair for emphasis. “There’s a man with his own needs and wants the same as everyone else, and who am I to deny a good man something we both want? Something we both need, hm?” “You’re smarter than this, stop being foolish. Why’d you waste your time on someone twice your age. There’s plenty of young people that’ll be able to give you what you deserve. Make you happy for a long time.”

You silently weigh your options as he speaks you can force yourself to leave now and let him spiral into self hatred, or you can hang around and fuck him. “But that’s not what I want. I want you. Don’t I deserve to be happy now too?” “You’ll get hurt,” he sighs. “Maybe I’m into that.” He lets out a laugh. “Was all that respect a facade?” Oh this was wrong. Really wrong. He was your best friend’s dad for God’s sake. “Maybe you should make me respect you again,” you giggle, pulling him in for another kiss. You’re surprised when he returns the favor, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his body. You pull away and lean against his chest, catching your breath. He rests his cheek on the top of your head and nuzzles into your hair. “Did you really mean that,” he whispers. “Yes,” you reply equally as quiet. You hold each other in silence for some time, just enjoying the closeness of the other. “Jotaro, I’m serious, please, even if it’s just once, I need to know.” “You’re sure?” You nod into his chest.

Jotaro’s room was simple, yet inviting. You observed the details of the space from the edge of his bed while he carefully removes his clothing, laying them across the black leather chair in the corner. The chair had one of those corny motivational posters from the 90’s hanging over it. Something about beauty, but you figured it was there because of the dolphins on it. It wouldn’t have looked quite so out of place if it was just the picture. You shrug the thought off and get up, shedding your clothes and moving to hug Jotaro from behind. You peek around him before slinking around him and pushing yourself into his chest. “Easy, I can’t get my clothes wrinkled, alright?” He was always put together. It would be more than suspicious if Jolyne came home and saw him looking frumpy. Jolyne. Fuck what were you doing? ‘This’ll be a one time thing, and she’ll never know. I just need to know how he feels then I’ll be happy. Just this-‘

Your thoughts are interrupted as Jotaro turns around with you and tosses you onto the bed. He’s wearing just his boxers now and God, is he hot. “Are you sure you want this,” he questions, crawling into bed next to you. “Yes,” you reply, pulling him into another kiss. He rolls onto his back, pulling you to straddle him as you continue kissing. His hands are large and warm as they roam over your body, gently squeezing all the softest parts. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips before taking you in another kiss. You’ve never felt so safe with someone like this. He’d already given you every opportunity to decline him, and you knew that if you told him to stop he would, without hesitation. You break the kiss, your lungs crying out for air as Jotaro’s hand traces up your spine and unclasps your bra. You slip it from your shoulders and toss it across the room, exposing your chest to him. He pulls you up so he can trail kisses along your breasts, making you sigh at the sensation.

You roll off of him and silently urge him to get on top, which he does with no fuss. His finger curls into the waistband of your underwear as he pulls one side down your hip. “Can I take these off sweetheart?” “Yeah,” you breathe, lifting your hips to help him. He sits back and takes you in, his eyes hungrily roaming your naked body. “You’re just so beautiful,” he sighs, before pulling you to the edge of the bed and settling his shoulders between your thighs. His warm breath feathers against your exposed sex, making you shiver. He rests his head against your thigh momentarily, his hair tickling the tender flesh there. The gesture is comforting in a way, easing some of your anxieties. You cross your ankles over his shoulders, urging him to get closer. He obliges, licking a stripe up your slit, making you gasp. “Please,” you whisper, tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as he eats you like a starved man. He simply hums against you in response, nudging his nose against your clit as he delves his tongue into you, urging you closer and closer to your orgasam. You moan and dig your heels into his back, urging him closer to you. Jotaro groans at the sensation, pushing you over the edge. You tug harshly at his hair as he works you through your orgasam.

He crawls up the bed and flops down next to you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Was that good? I haven’t done that in a really long time,” he chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “It was amazing. Nobody’s ever made me cum like that.” “That’s disappointing,” he hums, pulling you into his huge body. “You want me to do it again?” “Yes, God yes, please.” He grunts and rolls over. You can hear him rummaging around in the nightstand before letting out a pleased noise and rolling back towards you. “Hm, safety first,” he hums, tearing the small foil packet between his fingers open with his teeth. You giggle and tug at his hair with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. “Hng, god even your hand feels good shit sweetheart, keep going like that.” “What if I used my mouth instead?” His cock twitches in your hand and he throws his arm across his eyes, moaning.

You move down and settle yourself between his huge thighs, your mouth watering at the sight of his strong cock standing at attention between them. You lick along the vein at the underside of him. He shivers at the contact and buries his hands in your hair. His moans get louder as you kitten lick your way up his shaft, practically shouting as you lick the precum from his weeping slit. “Oh god, that feel so good shit, fuck!” He’s much louder than you had expected him to be due to his quiet nature, constant praise falling from his lips as he guides you over his cock and urges you to take him into your mouth. The head of his cock nudges the back of your throat as you take him into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks. “God sweetheart, you’re so good at this, taking my cock like this.” He lets out a guttural moan as you take him into your throat. He twitches in your mouth and you pull away from him, separating yourself from his cock with a wet pop, a trail of saliva leading from your swollen lips to his painfully hard dick.

You take the unwrapped condom from him and roll it onto him before flopping down beside him on your back. “Come on, sir, don’t you want to fuck me?” “If you want me you’re gonna have to beg for it sweetheart,” he growls, rolling on top of you and pinning your hands above your head. “Please, sir, I’ve been so good. Please use me.” Jotaro lets out a satisfied noise and moves his hand between the two of you, lining himself up with your entrance. You roll your hips, making the head of his cock catch on your clit and you gasp. He finally sinks into you, sheathing himself inside in one fluid motion. The stretch is both painful and the best thing you’ve ever felt, making you squirm under him. “You’re such a good girl, look at you taking all of my cock so easily.”

He rests inside of you for several minutes for you to adjust, occasionally giving just the smallest of strokes to keep himself hard as he waits. “Y-you can move now. It doesn’t hurt anymore,” you whisper, leaning up towards him. He leans down closer to your face and kisses you sweetly, beginning a moderate pace between your thighs. “You feel so good, so warm, taking me so well,” Your walls tighten around him and he groans, thrusting with more force than before. “So good, best I’ve ever fucking had hng. He’s still holding your hands above your head, so you stretch your fingers down to run along his hands. The rhythm of his thrusts becomes sporadic as he gets closer to his orgasam, jumbled praise and expletives falling from his lips as his cock twitches inside you and he stills.

The grip on your wrists loosens and he drops down on top of you before rolling onto his side and pulling you into him. “Are you okay sweetheart?” “Yeah I’m okay, was that good?” His arms tighten around your waist. “Good? I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” He chuckles, nuzzling his nose into your cheek. He’s so pleasant, which was definitely not something you had expected. He had always seemed the type to go into the bathroom and tell you to get gone before he came back out, but he wasn’t. You took your time cleaning each other up and helping to straighten each other’s hair and clothes.

He drove you home afterwards and made sure you were safe inside before driving off. Jolyne was home by the time he returned, so he told her you had gotten up late and asked him to drive you home because you had chores to do before your classes tomorrow. She believed him and went upstairs without another question. You and Jotaro were sure you had gotten away with your little rendezvous.

Jolyne called a few days later and you were, as usual, more than pleased to talk to her. “Hey, I have a question?” “Shoot,” “So I’m doing laundry right, and is there any reason your underwear is in my dad’s laundry basket?”

Leon S Kennedy is 100% the type of guy to get drunk and have no idea what’s going on around him.

You lean in to kiss him and he pushes you away by the shoulder and tells you he has a wife.

When you try to convince him that you are his wife, this man deadass just goes “nuh uh” and continues declining your advances.

He finally decides he’s done and calls his wife to pick him up and when your phone rings he’s just like “no fucking way dude”

tooth gaps are soooooooo 🥴

This gotta be the last thing Damian said to Jason before being knocked in the head AT LEAST once

its because youre always on that damn autopsy table

All long-form fics will be linked to Ao3

My entire catalogue of fics are linked under the cut, if there’s no link it means I haven’t cross-posted it yet. (I’m still working on it, I promise)

Many Paths- Leon decides to put off joining the military for one very specific reason

Shifter- An illusion is the truth aka: Leon’s worst nightmare

Special Girl- You finally get Leon right where you’ve always wanted him. Your bed

Strictly Business- A Princess marries Kylo Ren for the sake of her planet (long-form)

Lead Me Home- Two spies fall for each other without realizing they’re on the same side (long-form)

Cool Water- When the outlaw Levi Ackerman gets captured by a handsome Sheriff, he has until the end of their journey to prove he’s really not that bad of a guy (Cowboy au, Long-form)

Winter Break- Your hot step-brother Eren comes home from college, shenanigans ensue

Fraulein- Reiner recalls a summer he spent with a farmer’s daughter (1920s Texas au)

Mister Right- The wondrous algorithms of Tinder lead you to the man of your dreams (Long-form)

Phantom Blood

Gentle Giant- Johnathan Joestar gets down and dirty (respectfully)

Battle Tendency

Stardust Crusaders

Stay With Me- After realizing how close he came to losing you, Jotaro comes clean about his feelings (Star-Crossed Crusaders pt 1/4

Remember Summer Days- You and Jotaro cross paths a few years later when your exchange program sends you to Japan (Star-Crossed Crusaders pt 2/4)

Diamond is Unbreakable

Never Meant- Jotaro tells you he’s married, you can’t take it anymore (Star-Crossed Crusaders pt 3/4) (wip)

Golden Wind

Science Fiction- Ghiaccio has a giant crush on the maid, good thing she’s a loser too

Science Fiction Double Feature- You and Ghiaccio decide to get serious

Antici…pation- Ghiaccio finds out the hard way where babies come from

Simple Solutions- Screaming babies are the worst

Run With Me?- Risotto has more secrets than Passione knows

Easter Sunday- Mista meets a pretty girl at Mass, and then almost fucking dies

Stone Ocean

Highlight of My Evening- Jotaro and his girlfriend smoke some pot and get horny

Lovefool- You knew hooking up with your best friend’s dad was wrong, but just once couldn’t hurt, right?

Right Enough for Me- It was always Joel, no matter what problem you had, he would take care of it.

Calander Girl- You meet Johnny when he accidentally walks onto your modeling set. What could happen?

Come on Princess- Hawks invites you to go out with him and his boyfriend, you end up being their third

Candlelight- In which Eli Sunday is more than happy to consummate his marriage

“Bible Study”- Father Sunday lies to protect your reputation, after all, how would that make him look?

Stars and Oblivion- after years of searching, you finally find her (a Mad Max fic)

Many Paths

Set a little while after graduation. Leon and Reader are both almost nineteen.

Warnings: unprotected sex, slight degradation, mention of pregnancy, Leon is fucking *built*

“You’re not really going to go, right Leon,” you ask, tucking your legs under you as you settle into the couch cushions.

He sighs and flops down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you towards him. “I… I’m not sure. I feel like it’s the right thing to do, but I feel like leaving is wrong too.”

“Then stay. You can wait another year before going to basic. You just graduated, you’re young, you’re free. Just spend the summer with me Leon, please?”

“Then what am I gonna do for work until then, huh?”

“You scored great on all your tests, all you have left is boot camp. You could come be a host where I work, it’d be nice to see you every day.”

He sighs and kisses the top of your head. “Yeah, I guess I could do that. It would be nice, but think of where we could go if I joined up now. We could go to like, Europe or something.”

“We?”

“Well, yeah, of course. Course I’d take you with me.”

“Wouldn’t that be…expensive because I’m a civilian?”

He chuckles and pulls you into his lap, draping his arms around your shoulders. “Not if we got married.”

“I- You- Le- married,” you splutter, turning to look him in the eyes. You’d been together since you were sixteen, almost three years, but you were still surprised by his forwardness. It was simply in Leon’s nature to joke about serious things like that, usually because it made him uncomfortable to wear his heart on his sleeve like that.

“What? You don’t want to marry me? I thought that’s what you wanted,” he asks, throwing his hands up defensively, feigning hurt.

“Well, yeah, I want that, but I thought you’d wait a long time to ask.”

“And risk losing a girl like you? No way,” he chuckles, bringing his lips to yours. “My parents aren’t gonna be gone until Thursday. Do you want to go to my room and, y’know,” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Only if you carry me,” you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck, making it easier for him to scoop his arms under you and carry you up the stairs.

“Anything for my Princess,” he jokes, untangling your arms from him and tossing you over his shoulder, making his way up the stairs to his room.

He tosses you on the bed and steps back, noticing how you watch him pull his shirt off and toss it into the hamper in his closet. His muscular back ripples as he moves, and his sweatpants rest low on his hips, allowing you to see the trail of blond hair that trailed down his belly and disappeared into the waistband, the sharp v cut of his muscles, God, he didn’t have on boxers either.

“You like what you see,” he taunts, stretching his arms above his head just to show off some.

“Mhm,” you whine, your hand trailing down your body and between your legs, gently touching yourself through your panties.

He leans forward, resting one hand on your thigh, using it to bear his weight while the other wraps around your wrist, pulling your hand away from your pussy.

“Come on now, you know that’s my job,” he chided, kneeling at the foot of the bed, throwing your legs over his shoulders and pulling you towards him. The sensation of him ghosting his fingers along the gusset of your panties before pulling them to the side is enough to make you shiver.

Leon’s breath fanning across your exposed flesh tickles as he pushes his face between your thighs, making you instinctively squeeze them together. His tongue is pleasantly hot as he presses it against your dripping sex, your taste making him salivate. He pulls away for a moment, spitting on your clit before grabbing your thighs and shoving his face into your pussy, kitten licking at your clit before dragging his tongue through your folds and burying it inside of you.

You use one hand to pull your skirt above your waist so you can watch him devour you, and the other slides into his sandy blond hair, cradling the back of his head while he mercilessly fucks you with his tongue, his nose bumping against your clit from time to time, making you squirm and tug at his hair.

He releases one of your thighs and replaces his tongue with two of his fingers, curling them inside of you as he pulls away, moving his other hand from your thigh and splaying it out across your belly, keeping your hips in place against the bed.

“I want you to cum on my face, I know you can do it,” he teases, curling his fingers into you, brushing against you with his thumb and smiling to himself when you whine and buck against his hand. “Can’t even speak, how pathetic, I haven’t even fucked you yet.” He returns his mouth to abusing your pussy, sucking harshly at your puffy clit, savoring every sound that comes out of you, holding himself back from just pouncing on you like an animal.

Your thighs quivering around his head only urges him to eat you with more frevor than before. His tongue laps at you softly while your cunt squeezes his fingers as they slow their pace inside you, easing you through your orgasam. He pulls away and admires the way your thighs glisten and your weeping pussy flutters around nothing as he pushes his sweatpants down his hips and stands before you, completely naked.

Leon is an absolute sight as you rake your eyes up his body to meet his. A mixture of his saliva and your juices drip down his chin and he wipes it away with the back of his hand, giving you a small smirk. You grab at the bottom of your shirt and begin weakly trying to pull it off of you, eager to get to the main attraction of the evening. He comes around the side of the bed and wraps an arm around you under your arms, pulling you up the bed so your head rests on one of his pillows. His scent fills your nostrils, making you sigh and relax. He makes quick work of pulling your shirt off you and is pleased to find that you didn’t bother wearing a bra when you decided to come over.

“No bra,” he teases, hooking his finger in the waistband of your panties and pulling them down your legs, tossing them somewhere behind him. “Whore.”

You whine at his degrading choice of words and spread your legs, reaching between them and spreading yourself open for him to see. He just laughs condescendingly and climbs onto the bed over top of you, wasting no time in lining himself up with your entrance and pushing his engorged head into you. You try to roll your hips against his, trying to get him to push deeper into you, but he just holds your hips down and stares at where the two of you are joined, relishing in the fact that he’s the one that gets to use you like this, that it’s his name that falls from your lips when you touch yourself, that you belong to him.

The very thought is enough to make him consider finishing inside you, but then again, you were already enrolled to start your college courses in the fall. It would be cruel of him to take that from you, but by God did he want to fuck a baby into you. You just looked so damn good, and took all of him so well. He never said it but he knew that if you ever left him he would be a lost man, indeed.

Finally after what felt to you like ages he bottoms out inside you, not even bothering to let you adjust to being full before he’s pounding into you relentlessly. You just felt so fucking good around him, and the way you moaned? It was heaven to him. He grabs your ankles, pulling them to rest on his shoulders, making him groan when he hits a deeper place inside you, turning his head to kiss your ankle.

You’re a whimpering mess under him as you reach your second orgasam, squeezing him so well that he’s not sure if he even has the willpower to pull out, but he does, finishing all over your tummy as you lay there trying to catch your breath.

He chuckles and unzips your skirt, pulling it off of you and using it to clean up his mess before tossing it aside and falling into bed beside you. “That was nice,” he murmurs, pulling you into his chest and pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.

“Mhm,” you agree softly, lacing your fingers with his.

“I love you.”

“Love you too, Leon.”

“I’ll stay here until you go to school if it’ll make you happy.”

“You mean that,” you question, releasing his hand and rolling over to face him.

“Of course baby, the military can wait another few months to get ahold of me,” he whispers, pressing his lips to yours softly. “You need anything?”

“Nap.”

“Looks like we can agree on that too,” he chuckles, resting his forehead against yours and letting his eyes fall shut. Before you can even think of a response he’s snoring softly beside you.