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[leonkennedynendoroid]

DID U DELETR UR FIC☹️☹️

NO 😭 !! it got a community label or smth for maturity like a week after i posted it though but it should still be there…….

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LOL UR HEADER PIC IS SENDINGB ME ☠️☠️

why the link notworking? PLEASE I NEED IT OR ILL DIE I NEED TO SEE LEON COOCH I BEG

he’ll have one by the time we’re done with him. trust😈

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ur literally the funniest person on this app

GAHHHHHHHH that’s highly debatable but thank you<3

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JUST HIS FEET IN THE FRAME HAS ME FUCKING CRYINGGGGG omg no but ur so right i hate that i find it endearing

LMFAOO getting to rewatch it and his pale ass feet are all you can fucking see for a full 5 minutes…. my eye starts twitching

it’s either that or he’s hanging onto the camera with BOTH hands. theres no in between

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leon would make the shittiest home porn ever if he was in constant control of the camera FJRRHKSJF like he’d be responsible for several minutes of footage where it’s somehow just his feet in the frame, the camcorder motion picture is shaky as hell too and the audio sounds water damaged. the memory card would be filled with videos like these tens of minutes in length but leon refuses to delete them bc he thinks it’s so intimate, regardless of the intelligible sound & low resolution #DamnINeedToKillMySelf

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NO I can open the header pic the see my pussy link don’t work tho 😑😑😑 where the pussy at??????? can u put the link? drop the link…? Please? .? I want the link?!.

ENOUGHH. BEGGING FOR PUSSY LIKE THIS ?

TBH. i’m different. could never be me. (i want the link too i want the link too i want the link too i want the link too i want the link)

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I clicked ur header that shit don’t work 😕

no pussy from leon for you 😜 tricked you!! unless you’re saying it doesn’t work bc you cant see the imagekdkrjfj

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me leaving capcom.com with Separate Ways up my ass

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carlos eats it so good i just know he does

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i just wanted to say your writing is SO GOOD like omfg😍 like i've literally seen only one of your works and i already love your blog <3 also your header has me DEAD EVERYTIME💀💀

AHQHTNJFNSSTGHR THANKYOU OMG <3 TYSM

when i was making my header i couldn’t remember if his lines mentioned wanting breakfast or dinner (#fake fan) so i just picked LMFAOO

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SEEING STARS

leon kennedy x afab!reader | 700 words

everyone says they want leon to choke them with his biceps. i actually wrote it. you’re very welcome.

warnings: 18+ (choking, breath play, fingering, rough sex, praise kink, dom!leon)

A few days ago, you divulged your love for Leon’s arms, and it might’ve been the best decision you ever made.

He’s got you pinned against him, back to chest, feet balanced atop the muscle of his thighs. Spread wide open, bare and exposed, helpless in the way he traps your throat between bicep and forearm.

“This what you had in mind?” he asks, circles a wet finger over your clit, a ghosting touch that leaves your hips canting upward. Almost frantic, a silent pleading, but he traps you steadfast.

You’re a little light-headed, blistered beneath the skin, needy and fidgeting. Maybe you want him to hold you still, to fit you tight against him, to fight against your struggle—something carnal deep down that gets off on his strength, the power you know he can wield over you.

The button of his jeans digs into the curve of your ass, and you’re desperate to grind against him. You clench around nothing and the emptiness gnaws at the base of your spine, horrific in its yearning.

“Leon, come on—“

He wishes to tease tonight, but he isn’t heartless. Proven when he heeds your begging and slides two thick fingers into you, slicked up, lewd in sound. He squeezes tighter around your throat, presses a kiss to the top of your head, and curls hard against sensitive nerves. Over and over again in perfect rhythm.

“Like this?” he asks, but he already knows the answer. When you squeeze tight around him, stretch a hand over his forearm, whine low in your throat. “More?”

“Please.”

Your vision begins to speckle and fizz, and pleasure coils blinding hot in the pit of your stomach. At his mercy, desperate for anything he’ll give you—the helplessness breaks you apart, soaks you between the legs. The sound of his pumping fingers is filthy and slick, and your cunt sucks him in. Begs more than your mouth ever could.

“There you go,” he says, half-groan half-soothe. Makes room for the fingers you circle over your clit. A delicious overstimulation that tenses your thighs and leaves you arching your back against him. “There you go, baby.”

You meet each thrust of his fingers with a tilt of your hips, exhale a stuttering moan when he begins to grind the bulge of his cock against the curve of your ass. When he pulls you hard against his chest and whispers a string of praise into your ear.

So good for me.

So tight.

Feel that? Feel what you do to me?

Look how pretty you are.

You cum with a pitiful squeak, and he squeezes tighter around your throat, and you wish to die exactly like this: ruined and choking and deprived in a way that still feels like he gives you everything you need. Only him, though. God, only him.

“Up,” he says, tone jagged at the edges.

You’re still wracked with aftershocks, but his breath has turned heavy and low and you know what comes next. Pray that you’re right.

When you rise off of him and hear the zipper of his pants, you almost collapse. Knees weaken further—yes, god, yes yes—

The head of his cock slides over the sensitive swell of your clit, smears precum over hot flesh, and you fight to regain your bearings. Your ears ring, a muffled cotton fill that quiets his groan when you sink down onto him. A hand finds your hip, keeps you still while the other arm fits your neck inside its bend.

You could die like this. Happy. Content. Sated. Bless this man and his willingness to indulge.

He steals your breath and fucks up into you and steals your breath even more. Muscular hips pound against your ass, and he sighs and moans and whines into your ear, and all you can do is sit and take it and fuck you’ve never loved anything or anybody more in your entire life.

You reach for his hand, desperate in your longing, and he laces your fingers together over the swell of your hip. A bit of tenderness, an I love you amidst the rough treatment—a treatment you begged for.

He gives a wet kiss to the curve of your cheek and god, you love him, too.

Might love his arms the most.

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HAIIIIIII Omg i already love u ur writing is so <3__<3 !!! i hope u have a good day ^_^

$&@&#%HELLO

stopm im bls ushing 😝😖

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does anybody see my vision or do i have to do everything myself

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yes i have considered/taken into account that wesker is described as misanthropic, manipulative & sadistic, but i’ve also considered something far greater: the need to sit on his lap while he uhhhhh does uhhmm his um villainous schemes? the less taxing ones that don’t put everyone’s lives at risk- like reviewing documents & paperwork at his desk as he strokes your head, tugging on your hair absentmindedly when he wants you to stay still or be quiet. he rubs your lower back too. hell, he’ll do it for hours. anything if it means getting to shut you up so he can work in comfortable silence <3_<3

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I NEEEEEED HIM

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SCREAMS I JUST GOT MY FIRST LIKE

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NSFW/GN READER. idk what this is sorry if it doesn’t make sense at any point(s) i just kept pressing keys until words appeared on the screen….i need to have es E. ex with leon :P

grrrrr i need my sweet little bf leon losing his mind the first couple of times he has sex. i’m talking about him biting his knuckles with every inch he slides in deeper, groaning low in his throat when he drops his head forward to watch the movement with wide eyes and— fuck, no more. that’s a lot. he needs to look away, somewhere- anywhere else if he wants to hold back.

his eyes travel up your body quickly, chewing on his bottom lip in desperate concentration as his gaze lands on your face. it feels as if he’s walked straight into a trap; your eyes on his, although unfocused, every open-mouthed breath, even the gentle rise and fall of your chest makes heat pool low in his stomach… he needs to cut himself short, again. he can’t catch a break, so caught up in you he’s nearly embarrassing himself. you deserve so much better, he thinks with a rough swallow. in an attempt to pull himself together, he opts to quickly shut his eyes. just for a second.

it’s always the first thrust- slow and controlled that makes him hiss through his teeth, knees going weak when he sinks back in. he has to fight to keep his eyes open now, repeating the movement with a long, shaky sigh. if you had the cognitive capability at this very moment in time, you’d be able to notice the prominent strain of his abdominals present each time he plunges into you. it’s still so new for him, yet addictive enough to have his body screaming more. a kind of pleasure that runs up his core and spreads down his thighs.

only momentarily is he aware of his grip tightening on the back of your thighs, sweaty palms and thick fingers digging into your skin acknowledged in but a passing thought. it’s getting harder, so much harder to keep his pace gentle and sweet like he believes you deserve, leaning forward and dropping a little more of his weight on top of you to plant a chaste kiss on your head in apology, eager hips meeting yours in a syrupy grind he could revel in for hours. it’s a rhythm he could get lost in and deliciously impatient with, his dick throbs at the idea. he’ll need to find another time to explore it.

knowing you’d probably kill him— maybe not kill, just a slap to his shoulder, calling out his name in a harsh complaint of embarrassment— if he confessed to taking it easy on you melts the guilt right out of his system as his body continues to perspire. the shift in angle has you crying out as he begins hitting even deeper now. seeing, hearing, and feeling you like this has an airy moan leaving his lips, shuddering against you hard in unison.

leon absolutely does not have it in him to stop now- the intensity of the ache in his pelvis growing impossibly difficult to ignore with every sloppy, wet thrust. seeing you arch underneath him with a whine, feeling your fingers encircling his wrists tightly as he pumps into you, is dizzying. he’s growling with it, the power behind his hips sending hot licks of pleasure right up your spine. god, he never wants this to end.

the state of you right now- and the sight too, he thinks, is the closest he’ll get to heaven. to feeling heaven. it makes his strong hips stutter, rhythm faltering as he begins to give in. it makes his whole body jostle above you, his eyes clenching shut with a long drawn-out whine, and it makes him cum. it makes him cum, over and over, and over again. how has he gone most of his life without this? without you? he thinks deliriously, collapsing against your thighs still lifted and folded at your chest as he ruts into you insistently a few more times, in hopes of prolonging his orgasm. greedy.

he did better this time, with holding off and all. leon’s sure of it. he definitely lasted longer than last time, right? he opens his eyes back up with a content sigh to scan your face, looking for reassurance and a confirmation on that thought. he’s immediately met with the sight of a stupid grin plastered on your face instead, lips trembling gently as if you’re biting back a hard laugh. ugh, was he that far off? he must’ve gotten ahead of himself. maybe next time.

who is he kidding? this is going to take a lot of practice.