Come On, Princess

Jason Todd x m!reader - Red Light

thinking .... mmmmm

smut below the cut

WORD COUNT : 1,983

Contains UNSAFE driving practices and some public play !! Read responsibly !!

You’d barely pulled up to the light before Jason’s arms tightened around your waist, and you felt the shift. Not just him scooting closer for warmth or balance—no, this was intentional. His chest pressed flush to your back, chin resting on your shoulder, and then there it was:

His hand, slipping under your jacket. Then under your shirt.

Cool fingers dragging along your stomach.

"Jay,” you mutter, adjusting your grip on the handlebars. “Don’t start.”

“M’not doing anything,” he says way too innocently, nuzzling against your neck. “Just keepin’ warm.”

But then the light stays red a second too long.

And his hand starts to wander.

You feel him undo the button on your jeans with a quick, practiced flick of his fingers. One second he’s warm and cozy, the next he’s in your pants, fingers brushing against your already half-hard cock like he knew what he was doing.

“Jay,” you warn again, more strained this time.

“What? Can’t help it,” he says, voice low and full of that smug, shit-eating grin you don’t even need to see to know is plastered across his face. “You look hot like this. All big and growly on your bike. Makes me wanna ruin your focus."

The light turns green.

You expect him to stop. To behave, at least until the next stop.

But instead? He tightens his legs around your waist and keeps going, fingers curling around your cock, slow and deliberate.

“Jason,” you grit, trying to breathe through the heat curling up your spine. “We’re in traffic.”

“Yeah,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss just above your jacket collar, where your helmet doesn't cover. “So don’t crash, babe.”

The little shit just starts jerking you off while you’re driving, like it’s nothing. The way he tugs slow and firm, fingers teasing over the head—he knows exactly what he’s doing, and he’s delighting in your struggle to keep it together.

Every bump in the road makes you jolt in his grip, and you swear he’s grinding against your back on purpose.

“You're gonna kill us both,” you mutter through clenched teeth.

“Guess that means you better finish quick, huh?”

He knows he’s fucked.

You don’t say a word as you step off the bike, but Jason knows. He sees the way your jaw’s clenched, the way your hands flex at your sides.

He doesn’t even make it past the kitchen.

You grab him by the back of his jacket, slam him up against the counter hard enough to rattle the spice rack, and then twist him around to bend him right over the table.

“Thought you were funny, huh?” you growl against his ear, already undoing his jeans with practiced, angry fingers. “Touching me like that on the road. Could’ve wrecked us.”

“Mmm, but we didn’t,” he says with a smirk you can hear in his voice, even as his breath catches. “You always drive better with a little pressure, babe.”

You shove his jeans down far enough to expose that ridiculously perfect ass and palm it roughly, giving it a hard slap that makes him jolt, the table creaking under him.

“Oh, you’re so full of it,” you mutter. “Bet you’ve been thinking about this the whole damn ride. Just needed to poke the bear.”

He doesn’t deny it.

Instead, he pushes his hips back into you, taunting, like he’s begging for it.

“Well?” Jason’s voice is thick now, low and fucked. “You gonna do something about it?”

You answer with your teeth.

Biting the back of his neck, pressing your hips flush to his bare ass, grinding against him slow and hard just to make him squirm. He gasps, hands scrambling for purchase against the table, because you haven’t even touched his cock yet, and he’s already leaking.

“Look at you,” you murmur, dragging your cock along his entrance, not even pushing in—just rubbing it there to drive him insane. “You wanted to ruin me, Jay. But now you’re the one begging.”

Jason’s voice is hoarse now. “Fuckin’ take me, already—”

And you do.

One smooth, deep thrust has him arching over the table, a ragged moan tearing from his throat as your hips snap into him. You don’t hold back. You don’t go easy. Not after what he pulled.

You ruin him.

Thrust after punishing thrust, hand in his hair to yank his head back, teeth at his throat, your other hand wrapped tight around his cock, stroking in time with every movement.

“So cocky,” you growl, biting down on his shoulder. “But you love getting fucked like this. Bent over, used. My pretty little backseat bitch.”

Jason loses it.

Moaning, gasping, body trembling as you work him harder, rougher, until his knees start to buckle.

“Fuck, fuck—I’m—” he chokes, and you stroke him faster, fucking into him so deep he screams into the crook of his arm, whole body convulsing as he explodes, spilling across the table in thick, hot spurts.

But you don’t stop.

Not until you’ve finished too, spilling deep inside him, groaning low against his sweat-slicked spine as you collapse forward, panting.

For a long second, all you can hear is the sound of your heavy breaths and Jason’s shaky whimpers.

Then, from where he’s still draped across the table, boneless and wrecked, Jason huffs a breathless little laugh.

“So... red light hand stuff’s still on the table, right?”

You spank his ass hard enough to make him yelp.

“You’re lucky I didn’t pull over and fuck you fucking side sadle.”

Jason’s grin is filthy.

“Next time… don’t hold back.”

Oh, you're the menace now.

Jason’s still draped over the table, breath hitching in his throat, legs shaky, whole body flushed and twitching from the intensity of it all. He’s sticky—soaked in his own release, glistening across the wood and his skin in creamy streaks. He hasn’t even recovered, still trying to catch his breath, when he hears your boots shuffle behind him.

“Stay still,” you murmur, voice thick, wrecked, but hungry. “Not done yet.”

Jason blinks, lifting his head just enough to look over his shoulder.

“The fuck else could you possibly—”

He chokes the rest off as your hands slide up his thighs, prying them apart again. His oversensitive cock twitches against his stomach, and he barely has time to react before your tongue licks a long, slow stripe across the mess he left behind.

Jason whines—no other word for it—his back arching, hips jerking from the overwhelming overstimulation as your mouth starts cleaning him up.

“Jesus—babe, you’re fucking filthy—”

"Mhmm..." You hum against his skin, not even pretending to argue. You are. Tongue dragging through the mess on his thighs, lips catching the pearly streaks dripping from his ass, his cock, the table—everywhere he and you spilled, you chase it, slow and deliberate, like it’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever tasted.

“Y’don’t have to—fuck—do that,” Jason mutters, but his voice cracks halfway through because your tongue flicks over the sensitive underside of his cock again, and he nearly crumples.

“But I want to,” you murmur, licking a drop off the curve of his hip, your hands holding him still when he starts to squirm. “You taste too good to waste.”

Jason lets out a shaky moan, knuckles white against the edge of the table.

“Fucking insatiable,” he gasps.

You just smirk, breath warm against the inside of his thigh as you suck the last of his release off his softening cock, slow and messy on purpose. You know it’s too much, you know it’s driving him mad—but you want to see him fall apart again, wrecked and trembling from just your tongue.

“That’s what you get,” you murmur between licks. “You start it in public, I finish it everywhere else.”

Jason groans, breathless and flushed, head dropping back onto the table as he shivers through another wave of overstimulation.

“You’re gonna kill me, y’know that?”

You press one last kiss to the inside of his thigh before standing up, dragging your tongue over your lips.

“Not till I’m full, babe.”

Jason’s still face-down on the kitchen table, legs trembling, skin flushed, and leaking just a little down the inside of his thighs—but you?

You step out onto the balcony like you just conquered a war.

The night air is crisp, cooling the sweat clinging to your neck as you strike a match one-handed, the flame flickering golden against your still-blown pupils. You bring the cigarette to your lips and inhale slow, the ember flaring hot as you lean against the railing and look out over the city, still half-hard and satisfied.

Behind you, you can hear Jason groaning faintly—something about being broken, maybe ruined, and absolutely not able to walk. You smirk to yourself and take another drag.

“You alive in there?” you call lazily, exhaling smoke into the dark.

Jason’s voice is wrecked, hoarse as hell. “Barely. You got a goddamn problem, y’know that?”

You chuckle, tossing your head back to blow smoke toward the stars.

“You’re the one who got handsy in traffic, baby. I’m just returning the favor.”

He grumbles something unintelligible, followed by the creak of the table and a thump as he finally slides to the floor. You imagine him sitting there, legs spread, hair a mess, probably still dripping.

You take another slow drag.

“Want a hit?”

“Want a hospital,” he mutters.

You hear him stumble to the doorway, leaning against the frame in nothing but his half-buttoned shirt, eyes hazy but starved. Even now, after you’ve wrung him out completely, he’s staring at you like he might drop to his knees again if you crook your finger.

You hold the cigarette out to him.

He steps out barefoot, takes it between his lips, and leans in close—close enough to still taste himself on your mouth. When he exhales, it’s smoke and a soft laugh.

“So... when’s round two?”

You cock an eyebrow, smirk curling at the edge of your lips.

“Whenever you can stand without wobbling like a newborn deer, sweetheart.”

Jason grins—teeth sharp, eyes dangerous.

“Then I better hydrate.”

That cigarette burns down to the filter, and the quiet between you settles soft, warm. The kind that only comes after you’ve really let go of everything—clothes, pride, tension. It’s the hour of sticky skin and whispered nothings, where every touch feels closer to the bone.

You stub it out in the ashtray on the railing, then tug Jason in by the waistband of his boxers. He doesn’t resist, just melts into you like muscle memory—arms slinging around your waist, nose tucked against your collarbone. You walk him back inside like that, bare feet on cold floors, hearts thudding in sync.

By the time you crawl into bed, he’s already half-asleep on your chest, one leg slung over your thigh and his fingers loosely curled in the hem of your shirt. But before you let yourself fully drift—

“Y’know…” you murmur, brushing your hand lazily through his hair, “you really shouldn’t be grabbing my dick while I drive, baby.”

Jason lets out a tired, little heh, muffled against your skin.

“Worth it.”

You pinch his side. “Could’ve crashed. Killed us both.”

“But I didn’t.”

“Because I’m a goddamn professional,” you say, exasperated but fond. “Next time you get that twitchy, at least wait till I park.”

Jason nuzzles in tighter. You can feel the curve of his grin against your chest.

“You love it.”

You sigh, kiss the crown of his messy hair, and mumble—

“I do. Even if you’re a little stupid.”

He snorts, and you feel the way his whole body relaxes against yours, like that soft little confession smoothed out every last knot of tension in him.

You wrap both arms around him tighter.

He doesn't say anything for a minute, just breathes slow and deep. Then, so quiet you almost miss it—

“Love you too.”

You smile into his hair.

Sleep comes easy after that.

BOTTOM JASON SUPREMACY

LORDY

DO I WANNA KNOW ? ~ LEON S. KENNEDY.

Summary: Leon just had to take the chance.

Word count: 3.814k / Warnings: stepcest, dddne, mild dubcon at first.

Contents 18+: unprotected sex, missionary, he eats your pussy thru the damn panties, he got a big dick (canon), praising, clit-slap (?), creampie, risky sex.

Pairing: Stepbrother! Leon S. Kennedy X Fem! Reader.

Author note: writing got a little rusty.... but!!! i had fun writing this （＾ν＾）stepbro leon is 2 die 4. kudos to the anon who sent the idea of stepbro leon into my inbox. ilyyyyy 🩷

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have you no idea that you’re in deep? i dreamt about you nearly every night this week. how many secrets can you keep?

You drive him insane. Literally. And it’s not even your fault, you were nothing but a sweetheart and Leon was nothing but a complete, degenerate mess when it comes to you.

You were the forbidden fruit that Leon desperately wanted to devour.

There’s a time when he’s left alone in his room after a long, exhausted day at work and all he could think about was you. It doesn’t help how he always had to come home late due to his late-night patrols around the city and all he can hear within the thin walls was your muffled moans and the sound of your fingers squelching and pushing into your cunt. You didn’t know about two things; One, Leon coming back home late because he always makes sure not to make too much noise when he’s downstairs. Two, Leon pressing his ear against the wall with his cock in his fist, furiously stroking up and down to the sound of your mewls. By the time you were done, all he can hear is the water running and splashing in the marbled sink of your bathroom as you washed your hands clean while he was reaching for tissues to wipe his semen off his sheets and abs.

It sort of become a daily routine for Leon. It’s wrong, he knows, you’re his stepsister and the thoughts he had for you in mind were nowhere near appropriate for someone who he should consider as his little sister. But he can’t just suppress the thoughts and feelings he had, the more he pushed aside, the more it grows and torments him, basically eating him alive. The fact that he lives under the same roof as you alone makes things harder for him, but he wasn’t complaining. Not one bit.

Leon gets to see you, a lot. He’d see you laying on your stomach with your shirt slightly ridden up on your back and your shorts hugging the curve of your ass, baby pink panties peeking thru its hem without you noticing it. And sometimes, his eyes would linger on you longer than he anticipated, his teeth biting the inside of his cheeks as his feet nervously tapped on the wooden flooring. You’d bend down in front of him to pick up the spoon on the floor and his breath would hitch seeing the outline of your pussy strained against your shorts. You were none the wiser, oblivious to the way his eyes flittered on your body and your lips but never directly on your eyes.

Because if Leon did look you in the eyes, he would feel guilty for thinking about bending you over the kitchen counter and fuck you stupid when you genuinely wanted to know how his day went at work.

“Leon?” You softly call out his voice, knuckles knocking on the door of his bedroom before Leon rushed to answer you. The sweat on his forehead was quickly wiped with the back of his hand, and his breathing ragged as he adjusted himself. “Yeah?” His voice was strained, exhausted from his work. “Can I come in?” Your fingers toyed with the steel doorknob, leaning your forehead lightly against his door. You heard the small ‘yeah’ before he opened it to you. Lips curling into a small smile, you looked up at him before you stepped inside his room. “Were you sleeping? I didn’t mean to bother.” You said to him, sitting on the edge of his bed before you crossed your legs. “No, no, I was just... Resting.” He replied, his eyes following your every move. Pushing the strands off your face, you tilt your head to the picture of you and him on his bedside.

“Aw, you still kept this?” You hold up the photo frame at him, your thumb glided on the glass surface gently as you gaze at it. “Why wouldn’t I?” He shrugged before he takes a sit next to you on his bed, purposely grazing his fingers against your thighs as he bite back the urge to let out a content sigh.

“I was so cute back then,” Your lips slightly puckered out, pouting at the sight of your younger version in the picture. A warm spread throughout your chest, it’s nice to know Leon keeps this photo of you and him— it makes you feel special. “You’re still so cute now.” His compliment brings heat to your cheeks, your elbow finding their way to playfully nudge his ribs before a soft chuckle left past your lips when he nudged you back. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” You rolled your eyes, placing back the picture frame on the table before you leaned back and lay on his bed with a small thud.

“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.” He grinned at you, laying back next to you before he take a deep breath. He’d glanced at you, once, just one look on your face before he quickly avert his eyes away from you and glued them back on the ceiling. Leon knows he would end up staring at you, it’s a bad habit. He can’t help it, just the way your eyes drowsily looked up to the ceiling, your lips slightly parted as your fingers cling to his pillow. He wondered if your fingers would cling to the meat of his thighs if he was fucking your throat, filling every corner of your mouth with his cock until hot tears streamed down your wet cheeks— “They didn’t even tell me they were out of town.” The sound of your voice cutting thru the silence pause his thoughts before Leon tilts his head at you. “Why? You wanna go out or something? They’re just out attending my— our dad’s work party somewhere out of town in a hotel.” He stated.

‘Yeah, right, our dad. As if I wasn’t just thinking about fucking my stepsister.’ Leon thought to himself. God, he’s a sick, sick man.

“I know, I’m just really bored. That’s why I came here.” You said to him, completely oblivious to the fact that his eyes practically gleamed at your w. Leon sits up on his bed, his fingers pushing back the strands of hair on his face before he turned to look at you, a small smirk dawns on his lips. “So you come to me to have fun?” A small giggle left past your lips, the faint blush on your cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed. “Please, you make that sounds weird.” You shake your head, only to quickly shut down the fit of giggles you had when you feel his fingers brush against your thighs. Heat courses to your cheeks before a low hum emitted out of you, “Weird? I don’t know what you’re implying.” Leon does, he does. Fuck, this was probably the most he could do to you, just stroking your thighs as his fingers grow higher and higher as the warmth of your cunt radiates against his skin. He swallowed thickly, his fingers lightly squeezing the fat of your thighs before he leaned down to you. “Maybe you’re the weird one.”

Your eyes slightly widened, fingers quickly latching on his wrist before you stopped him from going further. “Leon,” You made a pathetic attempt to sound stern when you called his name when in reality, your voice sounded more like a whine as if you wanted him to keep going. “We can’t.” You didn’t say no, you would be lying to yourself if you didn’t want this too. You lose count of how many nights you spent, staying up watching taboo porn under your blanket with your fingers desperately stuffing your cunt and trying to relieve the ache between your legs while having Leon at the back of your head. You lose count of how many times you muffled out his name into your pillow every time you climaxes around your fingers during the darkest hour. And now that, Leon’s hand is practically inches away from grazing against your pussy, all you could do is looked away from his piercing gaze as you clench your thighs around his wrist. “It’s wrong.”

But it doesn’t mean neither he nor you wanted it less. Leon probably wanted it the most, his mind practically going haywire from how close your body is pressed to his.

“I can stop if you want, just say the word.” His voice was soft and you can’t help but look back into his eyes, before you lay there, contemplating if you should just go for it. Either you do it now, where no one’s home or never do it with him and to be honest, you would pick the first option in a heartbeat. “Keep going,” As soon as you let those words out, Leon leaned in to kiss you, his tongue pushing past your lips as explored every inch of your mouth. His hand resting on your cheek while the other is rubbing your clit thru your shorts with his index and middle fingers until there’s a damp spot forming on the fabric. Pulling away from the kiss with a string of saliva connected on the tip of each other tongues. “You’re so wet already,” He grinned, his face diving between the crook of your neck before he gently nibs your skin and sucked the fresh hickey he gives you on your neck.

“You love getting your pussy played by big brother?” When did that innocent nickname you used to call him make you so flustered? The way it smoothly rolled off to the tip of his tongue and the way his voice slightly dropped an octave made it sound lewd. You hated how much it turns you on, your cunt dripping with your arousal just from his little teasing. “Leon, stop embarrassing me.” You huffed in slight annoyance at his teasing before you hide your heated face with his pillow which Leon was not too happy with. He quickly takes the pillow off your grasp and throws it behind him, “No hiding, princess. D’you know how long I waited to do this?” Leon whispered to you, his lips kissing your jawline. “Too damn long.” He grumbled, pulling away from you before he kneels on the floor. His hands easily dragged you to the edge of his bed before he parted your thighs. “All I can think about is fucking you stupid, do you know how much that tortures me knowing I can’t?” He groans, his fingers were quick to slip the shorts off your legs and let them fall to the carpeted floor.

Leon couldn’t be bothered to take off your panties, instantly latching his lips on your clit thru your panties as he vigorously sucks on it with sheer fervour. The suddenness illicit a sharp gasp past your lips, your elbows and heels digging into his mattress as you watched his mouth clung to the bundle of nerves like no tomorrow with your thighs clamping around his head. “Shit, Leon...” You curse under your breath, head thrown back as he slurped every drop of you thru the thin undergarment. A soft moan croaks out of you as Leon finally pushed aside your panties, his tongue flattened before he dragged a long line on your pussy. “Taste so fucking good,” He can feel his cock straining in his pants, causing some discomfort but that was the last thing he care about, not when he was nose-deep into his stepsister’s sweet cunt. He could care less about anything when his mind is fixated on the way you rolled your hips and rides his tongue, smothering him before he pulled away for air.

“You’re so needy, baby.” Leon littered kisses on your inner thighs, the tip of his tongue flicking your clit causing your hips to jerk forward. His forearms push your hips down to the bed before he lightly slapped your clit and chuckles when you wince from the slight pain. “Don’t do that.” You whine, biting your lower lip back as you let yourself relish back into the pleasure when he kisses your clit, giving it a little suck and pulling away with a small pop. “I know, baby. Just wants you to stay still.” He said to you softly, his eyes shifting up to lock eyes with you. He loves the way your eyes tear up, your cheeks growing hot as your fingers cling to the bedsheets. He loves prodding his tongue into your warm hole while his thumb rubs your sensitive clit until you throw your head back into the pillow with your back arching into his tongue. “I’ll stay still,” It’s surprising how you can still talk properly despite being so high from the pleasure he’s giving you. A dribble of spit already starts dripping at the corner of your mouth, your eyes rolled to the back of your head each time Leon flattened his tongue and dragged it slowly on your dripping cunt until your body shuddered in pleasure.

Your fingers interlocked with his brown hair, tugging and pulling him closer as you slowly reached your climaxes. He didn’t mind, he like the feeling of your nails slightly digging into his scalp while you desperately chases your high. God, Leon probably won’t even mind if his head is bleeding from how hard you're tugging onto him if it meant having the chance to get a taste of your pussy and your soft thighs wrapped around his head. A strained scream sputtered out of your throat when you finally come undone in his mouth, your hips stuttering into his lips as Leon licks every drop of your juices and drank it down with a content grin. His hand reached down to his pants as he palmed his throbbing cock thru his pants, his fingers rubbing up and down on the outline of his shaft before he stands up from his knees. Leon pulled down his shorts until they slipped off his legs leaving him in his black boxer. The bed shifted as his knees digs into the cushion of his mattress.

“Want your cock,” Your words were slurred but you manage to whisper the words into his ears when he gets on top of you. You bring your fingers crawled up and cupped his face before you pulled him into a sloppy kiss, letting his teeth clashes against yours without a care in the world as his hands grip your waist. “Yeah? Beg for it.” He pulled away from the kiss, his blue eyes back into yours as you tucked your bottom lip under your teeth. It’s clear he won’t give you what you wanted until you actually say it to his face. A heavy sigh left your swollen lips, “Please, I need you inside of me. Fuck..." You paused, nuzzling your face to hide your warm cheeks into his neck before you continues, “Fuck your stepsister.” Leon grinned at your words, his lips leaving a small kiss on your collarbone before he pulled away to push down his boxer. “You got it, baby.”

Your eyes watered up as you mumbled a low curse when you feel the tip of his cock pushed into your cunt. It brings immediate weight to your chest as your breathing grows ragged, a part of you still refuses to believe this was happening— you’re fucking your stepbrother, allowing his fingers to gently pinch your hardened nipples while he buries his cock inch by inch. Your fingers quickly pressed against his chest, stopping him immediately as Leon shoot you a concerned look, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek.

“You okay?” He whispered to you when you let out a small wince, eyebrows knitted together before you looked down to where the two of you were connected. “It won’t fit, Leon.” You croak out a small cry, he’s stretching you apart and he’s not even all the way in. “It will, princess, just... I’ll take it slow, okay? It’s going to be okay.” Leon smiled after you weakly nodded your head to his assurance, your arms trails up to wrap around his neck before he slowly pushed himself inside of you. A low moan guttered out of his throat once he finally sheathed himself fully inside of your tight, sopping cunt. Cold sweats run down his forehead and body as he takes in every little noise you made underneath him.

He stayed in your arms for a few seconds before he retracts to prop up the back of your knee with his hand. Leon stared down at the way his cock formed a small bump on your pelvis before he moved his hips slowly, the pad of his thumb rubs your skin in a circular motion. “You’re taking me so well, baby,” Leon said to you in a hushed tone, his head slightly thrown back before he gulped down to the feeling of your inner walls pulsating around his cock. Leon averted his eyes from the ceiling back to your body, staring at the way your shirt pushed up over your chest, your fingers keeping your panties aside as he pushes himself in and out of your cunt at a slow, consistent pace. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He moaned eyes shutter tight before he exhaled a sharp breath. “God, you’re clinging to me,” Leon let out a soft chuckle, his lips finding their way to peck on your swollen ones. “Can’t help it... You’re too big. S’all your fault.” You mumbled, eyes dazedly looking up to him as drops of his sweat drips down to your body.

“I know, baby. It’s all my fault.” He cooed to you, his lips coming in contact with your forehead as he leaves a kiss. You didn’t even realise he had picked up his pace, his hips rocking back and forth faster than before as his balls slaps on your ass, filling the room with nothing but the sound of skin slapping and your wanton moans. “You’re taking it so well though, you love getting fucked by your big brother?” You hummed to his question, “Mhm, love gettin’ fucked by you.” You breathed out. Leon can feel his cock throb inside of you, the grip at the back of your knee tightening as his knuckles gradually whitened. The bedframe rocked back and forth, scratching the blue paint off his wall into straight, white lines as it squeaks under the weight of the two of you. You tried so hard not to glance at the picture of Leon and you on his bedside, almost staring back at the both of you with nothing but utter shame.

The two of you had crossed the line you knew you can’t back out from. Not that Leon cared, every logic in his head was thrown out of the window the second you told him to keep going.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the way you digs your nails into his shoulders made his breath stagger. The friction between both yours and his body sends your mind into a frenzy that you almost, almost, made you miss the sound of the front door being unlocked and the sound of your parents happily chatting downstairs. “Fuck,” That was all Leon had to say to put a small pause on what he was doing, his forehead leaned against your shoulder as he bit his bottom lips back. He stayed silent for a few seconds before he rocks his hips back, taking you by surprise, “Leon, we should—" You parted your lips to speak only for his hand to go over your mouth, “Just be quiet. Be a good girl for me, yeah?" He says. You nodded, letting his hand press against your lips, your eyes shooting wide when his thrusts became more and more fervent as you wrapped your legs around his waist tightly.

Leaning your head back into his pillow, he took the advantage to leave marks all over your neck, nipping your soft skin until it turns into a slightly darker shade from your skin. Leon moves up to your face, giving you a small peck on the lips thru his hand before he let out a low chuckle. Removing his hand from the back of your knees to hold onto your waist while his other hand is over your lips, you can feel he’s getting faster and faster. Leon can feel it, he was getting so close and he can feel you were too with the way your inner walls tightened up around him, sucking him in deeper and deeper as the squelching sounds fills the room. “Can I cum in you, princess? Please, can I?” He begs, keeping his tone hushed as he whispered into your ear, sending the back of your hair stand up.

You frantically nodded, muffling out a small high-pitched ‘yeah’ to him before you glanced at the way his cock pushing in and out of you, glistening with your arousals under his bed lamp as Leon pushed his hips towards you, burying his cock deeper into a rougher pace. A choked scream left your lips when the orgasm comes washing over your body as you shut your eyes close, the grip around his shoulders tightening before your body falls limp under him. A sharp breath left his lips when he feels you finish around him before he quickly did the same, shooting his cum deep inside of you before he removed the hand over your mouth and pressed it against his bed to support himself. His muscles flexed as you watched his cock throb inside of you, spilling his warm seeds into your sensitive cunt before he pulls out from you with a groan. When he finally rides off his high, Leon looked down at the way your panties were scrunched up to the side as they pressed against your inner thigh— he was so eager to fuck you he didn’t even bother to take off your panties. Not that he’s complaining, it keeping his cum from spilling out of you.

“Fuck, baby..." Leon breathed out, a strained laugh falls past his lips before he leaned in to kiss you on the lips and pulled away afterwards. He stared back into your half-lidded stare, your chest heaved as you catches up with your breath. Your lips curled into a small smile when Leon brush the strand of hair off your face, “You should probably go back to your room, princess." He suggested, helping you sit up on his bed. His fingers played with the strap of your panties before he looked back at you, the corner of his lips curled into a playful smirk.

“Keep this on. I want you to go to bed with my cum inside of you. ”

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

Stars and Oblivion

After years of searching, you finally find her

Cw: teen pregnancy mentioned, postpartum anxiety, child abandonment

The sun beat down through the mouth of the cave, the sweat from your brow running down and burning into your eyes as you focused intently on the carburetor in your greasy hands. There was no fucking way this would be a surface repair. You let out a growl and grab one of your smaller wrenches to begin disassembling the part. You can feel boring holes into your back but you just roll your shoulders in an attempt to shrug off the sensation. The feeling goes and is soon replaced with a presence. You turn, prepared to shout off whichever Warpup had the audacity to bother you, but instead of stark white flesh you’re greeted with a small frame clothed entirely in light leather work gear. It was that boy again. He was still a child, probably no older than twelve, and certainly no Warboy. He never spoke, making you question if his tongue had been cut out.

“What is it?”

He brings his fingers level with his eyes and then turns them towards the carburetor.

“Do you want me to teach you how to do this?”

He nods and leans on the workbench, eyes locked on your hands.

“Okay. I have to rebuild it, probably replace some of the interior parts and clean it. Just try to look busy.”

He nods again, watching as you take the cover off and begin detaching all the inner workings. You send him for small parts of scrap from time to time and make sure he has his goggles on whenever you have to weld or cut the new pieces to fit into the mechanism. Finally you’re finished rebuilding the part and give it to him, telling him to go put it back in the truck it was from. Another nod, and then he’s gone.

You allowed the boy much more grace than any of the other mechanics. He was just a child after all, a foundling most likely, and starkly human compared to the Warboys, a whole life. He’d often come sit with you while you ate, but you never saw his face, he’d just slip his spoon under his dust mask instead of removing it. There were several occasions on colder nights that he would climb into your bunk shivering, and you’d just wrap your arms around him without question, pressing your lips to his forehead and smoothing down his cap.

In moments when your mind was loose, when you were unfocused at work, or too tired to properly hold your eyes open you saw in him glimpses of the child you had left behind. Close in age, and hopefully status of life, you saw her, darting around, almost playful in moments of ease, but reserved nonetheless. You had no real idea what your daughter looked like, you had gone when she was just a baby, leaving her with your sister and running into the wastes, too young then to be a mother or a wanderer, but your fear had driven you further than any car ever could.

You remembered her, blue and screaming when she came into this world, covered in blood and viscera, her tiny hands clenched into tight fists as she was handed to you. You’d barely had enough time to name her before you’d passed out. You were fourteen then, too curious for your own good, drawn in by the charms of a farmer’s son, and you’d ended up ripped in half for your stupidity. The bleeding wouldn’t stop, so the doctor had taken your womb to give you a chance at living, and lived you had.

It was three days before you had woken up, connected to your sister by a tangle of tubing while another woman held out the child for you to hold. You took her and brushed the wisp of hair from her face, smiling when she opened her eyes, looking up at you. You’d stuck around for a couple of months, but by the time you left you felt like you needed to claw your way out of your skin, like even if you never stopped running you’d still have gone nowhere, so you left your daughter with your sister and ran, taking a bike and going as far and as fast as you could.

Years later you had gone back, twenty four then, finally ready to settle back down, your wild urges sated, your body relaxed and your mind solid once again, only to find nothing. The women had told you that your daughter had been taken, and your sister had followed after. You’d lit out in the direction they pointed and rode until you came across the remnants of a camp, a pile of warm ashes and an all too familiar locket buried beneath the cinders. The metal had burned a crescent moon into your palm as you’d gripped it and screamed, but you didn’t care. You just knelt there in the sand sobbing until you had no tears left to cry, pathetically making your way back to your bike and continuing in the direction you’d been heading, despite the absence of tracks, no trace of your sister’s murderers or your little girl. Just riding into oblivion with no real care if you lived or not.

So you cared for the boy, as much as he’d let you, as if he were your own, the guilt deep in your belly driving your actions just as much as your compassion. He grew up under your mechanical guidance, loosening up around the workshop, forgoing his mask, and before long it became glaringly obvious that you had mistaken him. Long hair and bright eyes began to reveal “his” true nature, but it didn’t phase you. There were many reasons for a girl to hide in this world, especially around the company you worked with. She grew brawny as she aged and you gifted her with a knife to keep sheathed in her boot. She’d kept it close, pulling it on more than one occasion to escape the grabbing hands of the Warboys you worked with.

You knew nothing of her but what you’d seen, but you could still say you loved her. All these years, watching over her, protecting her, teaching her. There were times, even now, that she, maybe seventeen now, would crawl shivering into your bed and you’d hold her and kiss her forehead as you always did. She would never object to your affections, just worming her way closer and sighing as her eyes fell shut.

Years later she’d disappeared, and you’d worried for her, fearing the worst, but after a month she returned, staggering, weak, a crudely stitched stump where her left arm once was. You’d tended to her without a word, cleaning her wound and dressing it without question as she sat on your bunk that night. She’d been through hell and you knew she wasn’t one to talk. The girl, no woman, before you was alive and that was all that mattered right now. Before you could think your hand was at the back of her head and your forehead was pressed to hers, with your eyes squeezed shut, fighting the tears of worry that threatened to fall. She’d been strong, wherever she’d been, and it was your turn now, for her sake. She mirrors your actions, pressing her head to yours so hard it almost hurt.

“Stars bless you,” she whispers, her voice shaking with the same tenacity you were exerting.

You pull away from her sharply, shocked not only by her voice but the words it carried. Her eyes are wide and wet, her hand trembles against the back of your head and you know now what your heart had secretly known for years. You look at her in the torch-light of the bunk room and see your own eyes staring back at you, your own hair falls over her shoulders and down her back.

“Furiosa,” you breathe, pressing your forehead back to hers, finally allowing the sob to wrack your body, pulling her tightly into a hug and she reciprocates it. She’d learned to love and trust you, completely unaware of the fact that it was your immaturity that had gotten her here. It was all your fault and she was none the wiser. It was too late now, to be her mother. She was twenty three years old and had mourned for the mother she knew for all those years now. It was not your place to try to claim that place, to fill that void.

“How do you know my name? You’re not from the green place, I’d have known you,” her voice is sharp and demanding despite the low volume.

“I am, I left when you were a baby, and only went back after you’d been taken.”

“Then who are you?”

You silently reach behind your neck and unclasp your necklace bearing two pendants, a sun and a crescent moon, and give them to her.

“She was my sister. I’ve spent years looking for you. I needed to see you again, even if it was just for a moment.”

Your answer was incomplete, but still truthful. It was all she needed to know. Too much would do more harm than good, and she was already fragile. Maybe when you finally got her back home safe you would come clean, but now, just having her here in your arms, knowing she was alive and as safe as someone could be in the wasteland was enough for you.

Just got RE4 (original) and TotK I’m so essited

realizing i have. two settings when it comes to leon

1. tie me to a tree menace levels of horny. need him so bad i could kms why isn’t he real

2. forty two page dissertation dissecting every line of dialogue he’s ever said and how each relates to the complex facets of his personality, the extent of his trauma, and expands upon his backstory. my screen is wet because i’m crying. he’s literally a real person

I’m so fucking toasted but I hope this makes sense

Idk if this too specific but could I request some hcs of Jotaro (part 3, 4, or 6 whichever) with an SO who doesn't want to have a child themselves but is open to the idea of being a parent? (They either would like a surrogate to carry or adopt, how would Jotaro take that?) [I need some validation in my life man 🥲] thank you 💗

note: you're so valid anon. this is a bit short, but i feel like this is really good. also you're my first anon yay!

based on adultaro's personality, he'd think that adoption and/or surrogacy would make complete sense

he's a very rational man and after all he's went through he'd like the ones he loves (that's you🫵) to be happy and live as much of a painless life as possible

maybe you'd assume that he would have some questions and concerns about your decision, but you'd be wrong

he's so understanding you mistake him for being nonchalant about an important life choice

it's as if you just told him it was raining outside

"i understand."

at your look, he continues

"i've done some research about pregnancy and i fully understand why you wouldn't want to put that sort of stress and imbalances on your body. i understand and support your decision. even though i would never have to give birth, so perhaps i shouldn't have an opinion on this, but i think this is a good choice. i will support you in either way you'd like to have a child."

you're in awe

he just gets it

you didn't even have to explain anything

he understands you and your thinking perfectly

he hugs you close to his chest and holds your head

you didn't even realize you had started crying

"it's okay."

and you believe him because he'll always make sure you're okay

fuck sitting on leon’s face HAVE HIM SIT ON MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHEN I TELL YOU TO SIT ON MY FACE LEON DONT JUST PUT 10% OF YOUR BODY WEIGHT DOWN. FUCKING SIT ON IT. SIT. LIKE A CHAIR. don’t ask if i can breathe. just. sit. down.

REBLOG IF ITS OKAY TO TALK TO YOU.

Please.