#dom leon kennedy

[dmitriene]

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗢𝗙𝗧 𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗟𝗘𝗢𝗡 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨.

❝𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧❞ 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘹 𝘴𝘶𝘣 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ❝𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦❞ 𝘛𝘞: 𝘗𝘜𝘙𝘌 𝘗𝘖𝘙𝘕, 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍, 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘣 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳, 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘷, 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘴, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘦

 ✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

the light canvas of the sheets blurs before the veil before your eyes as leon fucks you with relentless eagerness, your swollen cunt sticky with his potent cum, and his shaft continues to fill you again and again, stretching your tightness with each powerful thrust, making your body shudder and fidget forward like a rag doll.

your ass is raised high in the air, the flesh is a little scarlet from the slaps of his muscular thighs, your face is pressed to the pillow, the moans of ecstasy are muffled by the fabric that becomes wet from the amount of saliva released from your mouth.

leon's dominance over you comes to the fore as he tugs on the leash attached to the collar around your neck, lifting your face up and forcing you to meet his gaze as he bends over your body, slowing his thrusts slightly to comfortably touch your lips, partly open in a silent moan, feeling their moisture from saliva, capturing you in a kiss that you can barely respond to, stupidly closing and opening your lips when he exhales raggedly into them in a scorching growling whisper — «such a good girl, my fucking adorable puppy, looking so sexy like this»

he openly revels in the sounds of your pleasure, the pure ecstasy escaping your lips in a string of mewls and moans, and it fuels him, pushing him even further into the depths of his rut, into the depths of you where the thick tip of his cock wiggles against your g-spot, causing your walls to clench, allowing you to feel every bulging vein along his length.

a room, filled with your moans, rhythmic sounds of his powerful thrusts mixing with the wet squelches that came from your loose wet hole, making a white sticky ring at his tip, firmly etched into the memory as he pulls and pulls, causing your neck to arch and your head to fall back, the collar scratches against your adam's apple, but he is careful, watching your reaction and how your body begins to tremble, your legs, with the last echoes of strength, fidget on the sheets when you squeeze his cock within the boundaries of your wetness more and more greedily.

short nails dig into the plush skin with a grip that squeezes your ass, groping, ripping a cry of mixed pleasure and pain from your lips.

with the other hand he wraps the leash around his knuckles, pulling it lightly but firmly, gently cutting the breath as if you were a small bird, he bends down slightly, rubs against the already sensitive, reddened skin to exhale into his ear, biting and pulling the lobe, teasing the tender flesh — «silly mutt, thought hiding this interesting thing will stop me?»

you shake your head intuitively, although it feels incredibly heavy as leon continues to pump into you, enjoying the extreme tightness surrounding his cock, a testament to your desire and arousal, and despite the sensitivity and quantity of your orgasm you don't let go of him, and he feels how close you are to edge, balancing on the brink of orgasm.

the sounds of your moans, random cries of pleasure and pain and the wet sounds of his merciless thrusts become gentle chirps in his ears, time seems to blur, just like your vision through salty warm tears, as the intensity of your connection increases, pushing you both to the brink of release.

the thrusts intensify as he plunge harder and more determined, he gives a light slap to your ass, making it wobble from the blow, the sensitivity of your already reddened flesh causes sobs of pleasure and pain from your trembling lips, your eyes roll beyond their limits and close with fluttering eyelashes.

when he lets go of the leash, your face falls into the pillow, muffling your screams of ecstasy, your body arches like one of an obedient animal, yearning for release, and your pussy spasms around his cock, tightening and convulsing in sync with your powerful orgasm.

the power of your climax is enormous, making you soak him down to his balls with your warm, gushing fluids, the slick liquid running down your trembling thighs, leaving your skin sticky and the sheets covered in dark drops as he keeps pounding in you from behind.

a sharp growl breaks against the walls and the familiar grip of rough finger pads sharply and tightly squeezes your waist, pressing you into the sheets with ease, with fear of harm, but enough to leave marks behind him, his movements become more chaotic and short, and the climax approaches with an undeniable intensity that makes him less precise, more sloppy.

with one last powerful thrust, he hits your cervix and the sensation runs through your body like electricity, his hips stop, shudder, releasing the weight of his hanging balls, filling you with his potent and warm sperm, pulsating streams of his seed pouring into you, marking you with his essence.

as he remains deep inside you, his hips still and his body trembling, his tip continues to drip with cum, every drop pouring into you as he slowly slips out, leaving the tip like a plug, his shaft sticky and wet from your slick, his cum slowly drips out of your hole as you lie completely limp, weakened legs slowly falling onto the sheets and his tip slips out with a loud pop, sliding along the curve of your ass before you finally sink into the softness of the bed, forming a puddle of mixed fluids underneath, and an inaudible whine escapes your lips.

leon's chest heaves as he takes the time to comb his dark locks back, sweat flows uncomfortably from the back of his head along his neck, his blue eyes soften as his hand traces your side with the utmost tenderness, going down the swell of your ass and running his fingers over your swollen pussy, and you twitch, emitting a half whimper, half a sob, from which he immediately coos, pulling back his hand — «shh, i'm sorry, darling, wouldn't touch you anymore, let's instead get you up and take a bath, yeah?»

he shifts his position carefully, based on the way the mattress jerks, before both arms wrap around your waist and lift you up as your weight keeps pulling you down, you barely keep your eyes open, trying to blink away the wetness of your tears as his fingers fidget against the back of your head, finding the latch and unfastening the collar, the attribute falls onto the sheets with a dull thud when he takes it off you with his second hand and throws it back on the bed, exposing pale marks on your fragile neck and kissing each side a couple of times, caring, apologizing — «that's it, no more collars, mhm? now let's go» ‹𝟹

you find yourself pressed against a warm and broad muscular chest in a matter of seconds and instantly melt, soft cheek pressed against his hardness in perfect balance as he wraps and presses you like a jewel and the most fragile of porcelain creatures, nuzzling the top of your head as you fleetingly notice his look of full adoration, and you smile tiredly, after which you completely switch off, falling asleep and leaving yourself in his grip with complete trust and confidence, registering only a quiet, elusive whisper — «sleep tight, my sweet, sweet girl»

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[thesleepysphinx]

"You Seem Tense" - Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Teacher!Reader

A/N: this is an entirely self-indulgent fic. It’s also my first time posting smut (not first time writing, but that dies in my drafts 🫠) so feedback is appreciated! I almost feel like I am too detailed and it goes too slow, let me know if that’s the case! (P.S. you can imagine whatever Leon you want for this, but I'm partial to RE4R Leon for this one)

Summary: You had no issues being Leon's roommate. You'd often have the house to yourself when he went on "special assignment" and would be able to focus on your own career as a teacher. But one day Leon is back home, and as you're grading papers, he decides you need to relax a little bit.

CW: 18+ MDNI - No pronouns used, but reader is AFAB and fem, has long enough hair for a ponytail. No use of y/n. smut, Leon calls reader "princess", "sweetheart", "good girl", and "pretty girl", oral (m and f receiving), throat fucking if you squint, spitting, fingering, Leon denies your orgasm, unprotected p in v sex, dom Leon is a wee bit mean, creampie, cum eating.

Word Count: 3,410

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Leon lounges on the couch, mindlessly watching whatever trash TV you happened to put on before you started grading papers. He can see you at your desk in his peripheral, leaning back in your chair as you hold a paper up to read it, occasionally setting the paper down to mark it. And when you aren’t using your pen to mark it up, it taps against your lower lip. 

Leon knows you should be off limits. You’re his roommate, a convenient addition to his life for when he’s away from home for weeks at a time. He shouldn’t be admiring where your pencil skirt stops on your thighs, tracing your crossed legs with his eyes, considering how they’d feel wrapped around him. He shouldn’t be staring at your lips or the way you hold the end of the pen between your teeth as you screw up your face, trying to understand whatever it is your student wrote. 

He shouldn’t be hard right now.

He tears his eyes away from you, trying to exert some degree of self-restraint. And he almost groans as he hears the sound you make you when you stretch, leaning further back in your chair. He lets his eyes wander back to you discreetly, and he watches as you straighten out your legs before crossing them at the ankles. He can vividly imagine the sounds you’d make as he kisses up your calf and thigh, biting the soft and sensitive skin. 

And then you basically ruin him. You pull your hair up high and tie it up in a ponytail before putting your glasses on. You look like a frazzled professional that needs to relax, and he wants to bend you over your desk as you keep grading. 

He’s now uncomfortably hard, and the rational part of his brain tells him he can’t let you see. With just one glance in his direction, you’d easily see how he’s straining against his jeans. But he’s not listening to the rational part of his brain. He’s hoping you see.

He averts his gaze then clears his throat before taking a swig from his hard apple cider. Though he’s not looking your way now, he can feel your gaze on him. As he takes another sip, he slowly drifts his eyes back to you to meet your eyes. He watches as your skin flushes and you turn back to your work, and he smirks. Now you can feel his gaze on you, and your shoulders tense from the feeling. You know he stands from his seat on the couch and you can hear his footsteps approaching you, but you refuse to take your eyes off your student’s paper. You know if you make eye contact with him again, you’ll melt. 

So when you feel his hands fall on your shoulders, you’re absolutely helpless. You freeze in his grasp. He brings his face down so he can say in your ear, “You seem tense.” He slowly starts moving his fingers, pressing them into your flesh from over your blouse. You let out a shaky breath and it only spurs him on. “You’ve been working hard. Relax for me…” He digs his fingers in a little harder and you slowly drop your hands down to the armrests of your chair. As you let him touch you and ease your aching muscles, you let out a half moan. You’re in such bliss that you don’t even realize when you do.

But Leon does. And it forces his fingers to grip you tighter on reflex. Every part of his body is hot, screaming at him to touch himself, or better yet, have you do it for him.

Not yet, he decides. He needs to break you down, make you want him as much as he wants you. And break you down he does.

You lean your head back against the headrest, eyes closed, and Leon can see pleasure in your features. He works his hands a little lower, just above the swell of your breasts, before ghosting them back up to your shoulders. You shudder at the feeling and Leon takes it as a sign to keep going. He dips his fingers below the high collar of your shirt and can feel the heat of your skin. Now, your body rolls just slightly, without your permission, savoring his touch. 

Leon steps closer to the back of your chair and feels it against his throbbing cock, the friction causing him to breathe out a sigh of pleasure. But it doesn’t reach your ears as you’re concerned with your own pleasure.

This is it, Leon thinks to himself, I’m thoroughly fucked.

His fingers glide down your skin, this time skimming the top of your tits, testing the waters. When you take in a sharp breath but do nothing to stop him, he gets a little bolder. His lips just barely ghost against your ear. “Enjoying yourself?”

All you can do is nod.

He smirks against you. “Always working so much. You should take a break. Let me help you…” His voice is low and sultry. 

You barely breathe out, “Okay,” before he’s gently slipping the left sleeve of your blouse off your shoulder. His fingers trace the strap of your black lace bra and you hear him let out a light sigh. He pulls on the strap and lets it snap back against your skin. Your body tenses up again as he does, and you can’t decide if you want to run or freeze.

“Don’t worry, princess,” he whispers in your ear. “Just relax…” And then he’s placing hot, wet kisses on your neck, and you feel like you really have melted into a puddle. His fingers begin to dance along your exposed collarbone and you shiver at the sensation. You want him to touch you more. You grab his wrist and pull his hand to your breast, wanting him to touch you there. But he gently pries your fingers from his wrist and continues to trace your collarbone and up your neck.

“Eager, are we?” he growls lowly. “You’re gonna have to be patient, princess. Hope you can forgive me for taking my time.” He goes back to kissing your neck, this time nipping at it and leaving the faintest of marks along your skin.

You whine at him. “Please, Leon… I need more.” Your finger nails dig into your armrest.

“More, huh? Would it help if I…” he drags his lips up to your jaw and kisses it sensually, “kissed you here?” His hand starts to drift around your neck. “Or what if I…” He wraps his hand around your throat and applies pressure to the sides. “Touched you here?” You start gasping from the feeling. “You like this?”

“Yes…” you whisper out. “Fuck, Leon, I–” you don’t even know what you were going to say and can’t finish your own sentence, already feeling dumb from the way he dominates you. 

“You what? Go ahead, sweetheart, you can do it. Use your words,” he says as the hand that isn’t holding your throat continues the dance along your collarbone. 

Your eyes are nearly rolling to the back of your head from his hold on your throat and you just barely process what he says. You muster out whatever words your brain can supply you. “I need to taste you…” Your tongue lolls out of your mouth, as if you’re trying to prove to him how much you mean what you say. 

He smiles down at you and moves the hand around your throat to grip your jaw. “And what were you looking to taste, princess?” He looks down into your eyes from above you.

You gulp down your nerves as you say, “First your fingers, then your cock. Please…” You make sure not to forget your manners as you tell him what it is you want. 

He smiles at your blatant want. “And why do you want that so bad?”

Here is where you swallow your pride and confess. “I’ve wanted to be on my knees for you for months…” you admit. “Wanted to jump your bones from the very beginning…”

He hums in satisfaction. “Why didn’t you just say so?” And then he’s spinning your desk chair around to face him, and he braces his arms against the desk behind you to cage you in. “Now tell me again… what you wanted to taste.” He brings a hand to tip your chin up, his thumb grazing your bottom lip.

Instead of telling him, you show him. You open your mouth and run your tongue against his thumb before taking it into your mouth. You gently suck and graze your teeth along it and moan. And you keep your eyes on his the whole time. 

“Very good,” he says as you slow down. “And what was the other thing again?”

You gaze up at him with pleading eyes, but his expression doesn’t change from the soft smirk he’s had for a while. So you reach out towards him and start fumbling with his belt, trying desperately to get it off.

“Need help, princess?” he asks before undoing his belt for you and popping open the button of his jeans. You watch as his hands work, and your mouth waters at the size of the bulge pressing up against the denim. You’d seen it when he’d been sitting, but it feels much bigger up close. Now it presses against his black boxer briefs and you almost drool at the sight. You dart your eyes up to his expectantly, waiting on his next words. 

He smiles down at you and runs a hand through your hair before gripping tight. “Get on your knees for me, princess.”

You comply with his request without hesitation and maintain eye contact. His hand is still in your hair, and he pulls your face so your cheek rubs up against his hard length. He smirks. “Well go ahead. Help yourself.”

You bring your fingers up tentatively to just below his navel, tracing the happy trail that leads below his waistband before you’re peeling it down and away. You swallow hard when you see just how big he is. You always figured he would be, but actually seeing it has you dazed and dumbstruck. 

A small chuckle drags your gaze back up to him. “What is it, princess? Too big for you?”

Knowing that trying to say anything will just result in a jumble of words, you lick your lips and bring a hand up to wrap around his cock, giving light and small strokes. Leon lets out a sigh of pleasure and drops his head back. When he does, you run your tongue along the underside all the way up to the tip where you wrap your lips around him, eyes raised to watch his face screw up in pleasure.

The hand in your hair grips tighter and pushes you forward, forcing him into your wet mouth. Your eyes water and roll back as you feel his cock press against your tongue.

“So fucking good for me,” Leon rasps out as he begins to pull your head back before pushing you even further, his cock hitting the back of your throat. “This what you wanted, princess? Wanted me to use you like a fucking toy?” He starts to buck his hips along with pushing and pulling your head, and you have to brace your hands against his thighs. He’s fucking your mouth like a man possessed, and you’ve never been more soaked. You pull a hand from his thigh to hike up your tight skirt just enough to touch yourself, tactlessly rubbing through your panties.

Without warning, Leon shoves you all the way to his base, and you fight the urge to gag. His body shudders as he moans, and you feel the hot ropes of his cum dripping down your throat. Tears stream down your face and you moan around him from the sensation. After a few moments, he lets you go and you reel back, coughing. And then his fingers are gripping around your jaw and forcing you to look at him. 

“Open that mouth, princess.”

And you do, lolling out your tongue on instinct.

Leon smiles seeing that you swallowed all his cum. Then he’s gripping your tongue and spitting on it. “Swallow.”

You whine, painfully turned on, and do as he says, opening your mouth again to show him.

He hums out a, “good girl,” and lets go of your jaw, once again bringing his hand up to grip your hair before commanding, “Up.” He tugs on your hair and you scramble to stand back up on your feet. The moment you are, he’s gripping your ass with his other hand and lifting you onto your desk. He pulls your hair to force you to lay back as he slots himself between your legs. The hand that gripped your ass is now bunching your skirt up around your waist and squeezing at your thigh. With one look at his eyes, you can see they are glazed over. 

The hand that squeezes your thigh slowly makes its way to your core and he grazes a knuckle over your wet panties. “You’re fucking soaked for me, aren’t you, pretty girl?” His words have you spreading your legs wider for him. He smirks and takes it as an invitation, pushing your panties to the side before running a finger through your slick folds. Leon leans in to whisper in your ear, “I’m going to ruin this pretty little pussy with my fingers until you’re crying for my cock.” He dips a finger into you, only down to the first knuckle. “So fucking tight for me, princess.” He pushes in deeper, all the way to the base of his finger.

“Fuck!” you cry out, feeling like it’s too much and not enough at the same time. Leon smirks against your ear and starts fucking into you at a painfully slow pace. “Please, please, faster!” you beg and repeat some of his words back to him. “Ruin my pretty pussy!” 

He obliges, adding a second finger as he picks up speed. Your toes are already curling from the pleasure, but you nearly scream when his thumb starts circling your clit with the perfect amount of pressure. It has you stringing together curses, unable to form a coherent thought. 

A third finger sends you to the moon.

“I already fuck you dumb, sweetheart?” It’s mean, the way he says it. But it has you hurtling towards the edge.

“I-I’m gonna!... Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” you manage to spit the words out. You can feel the knot tightening low in your belly, getting closer and closer.

“Poor thing,” Leon teases, placing more pressure on your clit, bringing you right to the edge. Just as you’re about to cum, he wrenches his hand away.

Now you’re screaming and tears are threatening to stream down your face from your ruined orgasm. You can’t help but bring a hand of your own down to your core, needing to finish what he started. But before you can even touch yourself, Leon’s hand catches your wrist.

“You’re not cumming unless it’s on my cock, sweetheart.” He brings his free hand to your inner thigh, slowly inching up to where you really need his touch. “And you’re not getting my cock till you’re crying for it, remember?” A finger teases your entrance, not yet pushing in. You feel like if he did, you might cum right then and there.

You whine at his touch and feel a tear finally run down your cheek from how bad you need him. “Please… Please fuck me. Fuck me however you want, just please let me cum!” You surprise yourself with how clearly you beg for him.

The hand that was holding your wrist lets go, and he uses his thumb to wipe away the tear. He looks down at you with a fire in his eyes. “How could I say no to that?” Before you can even process what he’s doing, his hands are gripping your panties and ripping them apart, leaving your pussy completely on display. The instant they’re gone, his cock is sliding through your folds, collecting your slick and grazing your clit. His hands have a bruising grip on your hips as he holds you in place. Once again, Leon’s lips are at your ear as he whispers, “Be a good girl and scream.”

He buries himself into your pussy in one swift thrust. The stretch of his cock does make you scream as you find your nails digging into his biceps, the muscles flexed. He doesn’t give you any time to adjust as he sets a brutal pace, ramming into your pussy over and over. His hands eventually leave your hips to grip under your knees, pushing them up for a new angle.

Your eyes are permanently rolled into the back of your head and your mouth hangs open. You can feel your pussy clenching down around him and your orgasm is building again as he bullies your tight cunt. Moan after moan escapes your throat.

“Your pretty pussy belongs to me, isn’t that right, princess?” Leon asks without slowing down his pace. He wants to see you try to answer with his cock fucking you stupid.

It takes you a moment to realize he even asked you a question. Once your brain catches up, you mumble out, “Yes, s-sir…” The words have Leon’s cock throbbing and he moans at the feeling.

“Your pretty little pussy takes me so well. What a good fucking girl you are.” He slows down his pace just to make his thrusts harsher, fucking right into the spot that makes you scream again.

Again, you can feel the knot in your belly tighten. “Please! Please let me cum!” you beg him. “Want to cum on your cock! Please!”

“Good girl, asking for permission. Go ahead, princess.” He leans down to your ear one last time to command you. “Cum.”

With just a few more thrusts, you’re coming undone on his cock, pussy clenching down on him in quick succession. Your orgasm rips a wanton moan from you, so loud the neighbors could probably hear it.

Leon fucks you through your orgasm, not letting up. As your cunt squeezes him, he groans. “Want me to cum inside this sweet pussy of yours, sweetheart?”

You’re still riding the high of your orgasm as you chant out the word, “yes,” over and over again. And Leon happily listens. He buries his cock to the base as he cums, cock throbbing hard, and he swears it’s the best orgasm he’s ever had. He groans as he starts fucking his cum into you, reveling in the slickness of your cunt. After a few thrusts, he pulls out, still hard, and kneels in front of you.

You’re so blissed out you don’t realize what he’s doing until you feel his tongue against you. “Fuck, you can’t do that…” you say half-heartedly. “I-I’m too s-sensitive.”

Leon shushes you and you feel his hot breath against you. “Shh, I need to clean you up, princess. You still have work to do.” He drags the flat of his tongue from your entrance all the way up to your clit as you feel his cum leak out of you. You shudder at the feeling and twist a hand into his hair.

He hums against your pussy before fucking his tongue into you, intent on tasting the way his cum mixes with yours. He pulls back for just a moment to say, “Look so fucking pretty with my cum in you. Maybe I should fill you up a second time.” He doesn’t give you time to react before diving back in, his tongue pulling more of his and your cum into his mouth. All you can do is moan again.

You’re not sure how much time has passed before Leon pulls his mouth away, seemingly satisfied. You basically collapse back against your desk, trying to catch your breath. Leon stands and then bends to hover over you, planting his hands on either side of your head. He leans down to kiss you, and you can taste yourself on his lips, then on his tongue as he forces his way into your mouth. You suck on it and moan.

When Leon pulls away, he smirks at you. 

“Break’s over, sweetheart. You better finish grading those papers.”

[storiesandthingsofthatnature]

Cradle Snatcher Pt. 2

Pt. 1 Summary: Leon takes the lead this time around and you find out that he can be quite relentless when it comes to fulfilling both of your desires. Word Count: 2.0K

Pairing: RE2! Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader (afab) Warnings: Age difference (5 year age gap) breeding kink, biting, praise kink, unprotected sex, p in v, multiple orgasms, over-sensitivity play (is that a thing?) dom/sub dynames, cream pies, pet names, lemme know if I missed anything! Disclaimer: MDNI!!!! 18+ only! A/N: Finally! Part 2 is here! I apologize for the shortness but I hope that I wrapped up everything alright. So this time around Leon is more dominant in his role because classic dom Leon! If you like my writing be sure to think about popping up in my inbox for some requests :3c I do other fandoms such as JJK and MHA and will probably make a more detailed post on it soon! Thank you and enjoy! :D

Your position was switched now; Leon was on top with you being pinned against the cushions of the couch. At the mention of him taking the lead, his eagerness was renewed with vigor. He kissed you slowly this time, his body weight nearly completely engulfing you. “Leon, I’m not gonna run away.” You laugh and Leon huffed,”Just want to feel you against me. I’m not hurting you, though, am I?” He looked a little worried but you shook your head with a smile. “Perhaps a little bit of suffocation. Women’s breasts don’t really leave room for close encounters.” You say and Leon’s eyes found their way to your chest. “Um..” You roll your eyes. “I’m kidding. You’re taking the lead, remember? Don’t be shy, take what you want~” You invite. 

With your full permission, Leon began to roll your shirt up. You help him get you out of it, you being left in nothing but your bra. You reach behind you and unhook it yourself. “Lemme save you the trouble.” You tease and he chuckled,”I could have figured it out.” He declared and you gave a breath of a laugh. “I’m sure, after 5 minutes.” You stick out your tongue playfully. Discarding the bra to the side, you look at Leon and frown. “Why am I the only one naked?” You ask aloud and Leon realized that he was still wearing his shirt. Slipping it off in one motion, the ripple of his abs were more than enough to get you even more wet. You could feel your slick and Leon’s cum slipping from you and you couldn’t help but feel that it was a bit of a waste. 

He placed a hand atop your right breast, Leon softly squeezing. You give a sigh of pleasure, rolling your head to the side as your eyes flutter closed. Suddenly, you felt Leon slip into you once more. You bite your bottom lip at the sensation of being penetrated once more, the delectable electricity zapping throughout your body. Leon sucked in a breath, the feeling of your contracting walls like heaven to him. However, he did not move his hips. You wondered what he was up to, but when he started to play around with your breasts you realized that you were cockwarming him.

You wrap your arms around his neck, leaning upwards to give kisses of your own along his jawline and pulse point. He pinched, rubbed and squeezed your chest for a while, his pawing bringing a slow build to your orgasm. However, it wasn’t enough. “Leon, please move. Need more.” You coax and he groaned. “I would, sweetheart. But I’m taking the lead, remember?” He said and you whined. “Shhh, it’s okay. I’ll give you what you want.” He hushed as he reached down with his dominant hand. He rubbed circles into your over sensitive bundle of nerves, his other hand still cupped against your right breast. 

You let out a breathy moan, your walls clenching around Leon’s cock just right. He let out a hiss of pleasure and he began to rub the head of his dick against your cervix. The pressure was a little uncomfortable but it was something that was both erotic and somehow pleasurable as well. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum again already. Want me to give you another load, sweetheart?” He asked with piercing eyes and you let out a whimper. “Please, Leon. Wan’ it.” You were able to say, biting your fingers from the numbing pleasure that was Leon.  “Wanna get knocked up and have a baby with you.” You begin to mumble and finally Leon moves his hips. 

A high pitched groan left you as you felt your walls begin to spasm slightly. You hadn’t realized it but the tenderness and added foreplay had affected you mentally more than you had thought. This pleasure was far different from any other encounter you had and you felt like you were becoming addicted. “Leee~” You whimpered as another orgasm was ripped from you, your back arching almost painfully as your nipples rubbed against Leon’s own chest. His thrusts became erratic and sloppy, pleased that you had cum this time before him. Hungry for his own release now, his breathing hitched when he finally found it. He rammed into you harshly, thick strings painting your inner walls with intent. 

You felt your tense, heated body relaxing into the cushions below and you had the impression that you were done. But then you felt yourself being flipped onto your stomach, Leon pulling your ass up so that he had easier access to your entrance. You kept yourself balanced by your elbows, completely taken aback by the sudden change. “Wha-” “You wanna be a mommy right? I gotta make sure that it catches.” Leon said in a husky voice, leaning over you so that he could whisper it hotly into your ear before giving the shell of it a nip. 

You bite your bottom lip in anticipation, the dirty talk becoming far more real than you had anticipated. Was it the sex or the fact that you truly wanted it? What would- 

Leon roughly entered you once more, an eep being ripped out of you from the sudden intrusion. Your walls clench to the point that you can feel it in your abused clit. Leon’s thrusts started at a rough pace, the sound of slapping skin filling the air amongst you two. “My, my, lieutenant, what will your subordinates think? Finding out that you let a rookie knock you up like this. What would the chief say?” Leon wondered aloud, these questions awaking a feeling that shouldn’t have been so delectable as it was. 

“Mmmmm, noooo. I-” Leon chuckled in between haughty groans,”No? Then, what were you really asking not too long ago, hm?” He bit and kissed your shoulders, leaving marks along your flushed skin.  “Sorry, princess, but I think we’re in way too deep now to start feeling any regret.” Your fingers dig into the fabric at his words, a small moan leaving you. His hands found themselves next to yours, his body caging you in as he let you have it. “But that’s okay, right? You’ll let me take care of you, yeah?” He groaned. “God, you’ll look so pretty round with my kid; glowing and looking so radiant fuck-” He was starting to ramble now, too pussy drunk to really think about the consequences. “I would do the right thing, too. Marry you and give you everything you’d ever need. Ever since I saw you for the first time, that's all I’ve wanted to do.” His confession was heartwarming and it made you weak at the knees. You slumped forward onto your forearms, raising your hips even higher for him. With this he was able to reach even deeper and the extra pressure from his cockhead to your cervix was nearly unbearable. 

Finally, though, he came deep within you once more, his rutting hips gently stuttering from the intense orgasm that washed over him. He was feeling too over sensitive but he just needed one more. “Think you can go another round, lieutenant?” At his question you whimper. “Too sensitive. I don’t - ah!” He flipped you over once more and you couldn’t help but wonder where he was getting all of this stamina. He then pressed your legs against your chest, folding you into a mating press. “Just one more, okay? Promise.” He whispered against your lips, hungrily stealing kisses from you. At this angle you were able to steal a glance at where you two were connected and you never felt so dirty. White cream overflowed from your hole and glazed the inside of your thighs. Your slick was all over Leon’s lower abdomen and everytime he pulled out a layer of milky substance is what covered his member. You could only imagine how ruined you look inside. 

You could only lay there and grip at whatever was closest to you to try and ground yourself but you felt so light-headed. “Leon. It caught. Mmmmm, too much.” You had never felt this level of pleasure, your poor fucked out mind unsure of what to do with it. Your flight response was high but with the position you were in and how Leon pinned you down you were going nowhere anytime soon. You needed a break, time to adjust but Leon was being mean and rough with you. “Such a good girl for me, taking me so fucking well.” It didn’t seem that he was listening to you, a single mission on his mind. 

You threw your head back in defeat, eyes closing tightly as you tried to be good and take what you were being given. Your legs shook like hell around his head, your moans past the point of lewd. “Poor thing, not sure what to do with yourself, hm?” He asked with a smirk, his thrusts transitioning to gyrating as he accidentally came across that one spot that had you crying. “NOT THERE! I CAN’T!” Hot tears fell past your cheeks, Leon suddenly focusing on that spot. “I would be nicer if it weren’t for the fact that you sound so god damn gorgeous right now. Come on, princess, won’t you be good for me?” He was incessant with his thrusts and you went cross eyed. 

A sudden, heavy orgasm fell over you and you felt yourself squirt on Leon’s cock. You had never done such a thing in your life and you felt a wave of emotions flow over you from impressed to painfully turned on. “Mmmmm, we’re making such a mess, lieutenant. Not too sure how we’re gonna get rid of the evidence.” He licked along your glistening skin on your neck, ending his trail with a hard bite. You, on the other hand, were barely cognitive. A line of saliva left your mouth as you stared off into nothing. It felt like your soul left your body and you were experiencing some sort of outer body scenario. 

But he just kept GOING and you couldn’t help but sob. You went to say some sort of strung together words but what came out was just noises of pleasure and over sensitivity. “Poor thing.” Leon said in a condescending tone that made you whimper and he gently brushed his fingers against your blushing cheeks. “I’m almost there, just a little while longer.” You had no choice but to nod, Leon leaning forward to press butterfly kisses against your face. “Good girl. I’ll take care of you, I promise.” He whispered and his thrusts picked up brutally. 

Soon enough, you felt another handful of gooey cum joining the rest, it overflowing from you even more. But, true to his word he stopped and let you catch your breath. “C-can I stay in you?” He was suddenly back to his more timid side and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yes, please do.” You approve and he couldn’t help but smile gently. He maneuvered the both of you into a more comfortable position; you being spooned by Leon. He held you impossibly close, mouthing open mouthed kisses along your shoulder to your jawline. “Is it safe to say that this wasn’t a one time thing?” He asked, his voice a little on the hopeful side as you laughed. “Leon, I don’t agree to have a kid with someone unless I want them to permanently be by my side. I’m all in.” You say in an even tone and Leon gives a bright smile. 

“Good. So am I.” He said, and you gave Leon a loving kiss. “Good. Cause like I was trying to tell you, it definitely caught.” You were still reeling from the numbing pleasure that Leon had relentlessly given you, a sure thought that your hips were going to be very sore in the morning. He hugged you gently. “You really think so? I hope so. I’m being serious when I say you’d make an amazing mother.” He said, a warm feeling blooming within your chest from the words. “And you’d make a good father. But, you do have your faults.” You tease and he chuckled. “Yeah? How so?” And for the rest of the night you both laughed amongst yourselves, enjoying the moment of just you two. Until finally you both succumbed to sleep. 

[luverine]

Can you do more Leon Kennedy x reader smut plsss

18+ // blowjob // Leon is very in love // bad writing writers block brain :(

“Leon, let me,” you whisper out, your voice low and enticing as you tug at the waistband of his pants.

His breath quickens, heart pounding. He gazes at you, completely captivated.

With a mischievous smirk, you run your hands slowly down his waist, your touch sending a shiver through him. The tension between you is eager.

“Fine,” he rolls his eyes playfully, his voice betrays just how much he’s been waiting for this.

As you slide his boxers down, your eyes are immediately drawn to his stiff cock, a wave of heat flooding your body as you bite your lip in anticipation, salivating.

Leon shudders as you brush the tip with a teasing lick, the sensation sending a jolt through him.

Panting, he pleads, “more-“ his voice breathless. You widen your mouth and slide his length deeper down your throat.

Leon’s head falls back, eyes rolling as your wet mouth and teasing tongue work their magic. He’s already on the edge; you’re just too good.

Leon’s grip tightens on your hair as you moan, the vibrations traveling down his length.

You quicken your pace.

His grip becomes more insistent, trying to lift your head, but he’s too weak, lost in the intensity of his pleasure.

“I’m close-” Leon groans deeply, releasing with a guttural moan as he paints your face with his seed.

“You’re incredible,” he murmurs, his voice low as he swiftly pulls you up to meet his lips. His mouth claims yours, he can taste himself on your tongue.

He feels himself harden again. “Lie down, it’s my turn,” he orders, his voice low and teasing. Gently, he pulls your pants down, his hands sliding up and down your leg, each touch trailed by soft kisses.

[destroy-me-baby]

Leon Kennedy headcanons? (Please, Bitte, include Ashley somehow thank you)

Leon Kennedy NSFW hcs + Ashley

Requests are open, see pinned post.

Content Warnings: mentions of sub/dom dynamics, begging, orgasm delay/denial, edging, punishments, “mommy/daddy” and “sir/ma’am” used as a title, overstimulation.

This is nsfw, if you are underage or uncomfortable with the previously mentioned content, please continue scrolling.

Sub!Leon hcs:

- Oh you have no fucking idea.

- This man is desperate for affection and praise, I can practically smell it on him.

- Mostly an obedient sub, especially RE2 era Leon, but anything after that he will get a bit brattier.

- Mommy/daddy kink for sure. He loves it when his mommy or daddy is kind and gentle with him, and will pull him into their chest for aftercare as they rub his back.

- He’s a softie at his core, he wants to be taken care of and to care for others. Definitely giving me some service sub vibes, he will practically beg to eat you out or suck your dick.

- “Please, can I make you feel good? Please untie me, or sit on my face, or whatever you want as long as I can make you cum? Please??”

- Speaking of begging, when you overstim him he tends to go nonverbal, mainly just whines, whimpers, and the occasional “please-“ mixed in here and there.

- But when you edge him? Or G-d forbid straight up deny him? It’s a whole different story.

- “Please- please can I cum? I’ll do whatever you want, I promise! Please??“

- To the point that any soft dom would probably cave and give him what he wants.

- Hard doms though? I think Leon would prefer soft, but if he got around a dominant who’s a stickler for the rules, all that training will come in handy right away.

- “Yes sir/ma’am, right away sir/ma’am.”

- Like I said, RE4 and up Leon is more of a brat. His main recurring offense is back talking. Nothing crazy like outright insulting his dominant (unless it’s someone like Luis, let’s be honest with ourselves), but he’ll definitely argue.

- “Why do I have to be tied up so tight? I thought you just said I’ve been good?” “What do you mean I’m not allowed to cum? Why the hell not?”

- Takes his punishments like a champ. RE2 Leon not so much. Expect some crying and lots of aftercare, and he will be apologizing throughout.

- “M’sorry, I won’t do it again- I’ll be good from now on! Please stop!”

- “”hates”” being spanked. Heavy emphasis on those quotation marks.

Dom!Leon hcs:

- This man is a fucking TEASE.

- He’s not a hard dom by any extent of the word (once again, unless it’s someone like Luis who gets him all riled up), but he loves verbal teasing.

- “What’s the matter, princess? You want something?” “You wanna cum? Too bad, so sad. You’ll just have to wait.”

- You know all those dumbass one-liners? Yeah. He’s not above doing that to someone during sex. He will make puns, and he’ll do it shamelessly just to watch someone’s face contort in a mixture of laughter, disappointment, and pleasure.

- Will have his partner do little challenges every once in awhile. For example, keeping them stuck to a vibrator for a certain amount of time, and asking them to hold back their orgasm until he says so.

- Which brings me to toys. Leon is more than happy to do everything himself, but he will never be opposed to using vibrators, flogs, gags, whatever you want in addition to himself. He may be desperate for praise, but he’s not so insecure as to get jealous over a piece of plastic or silicone.

- As previously mentioned, he wants to take care of people so bad. Either sub or dom, he wants to feel like he’s doing a good job, and like he’s worth something to someone.

- No matter what type of scene it was, expect very soft aftercare. He’ll leave kisses on each sore wrist and ankle, and walk his partner through every step of the way as he gets them a water, cleans them up, etc.

- “You did so well, I’m so proud of you.” “Here, honey, let me hold you until you catch your breath.” “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.”

Bonus hcs - Ashley

- To be entirely honest, I’m not a fan of Ashley in a sexual context, nor is it something I think of.

- But she’s definitely not an innocent little woman like Capcom may have portrayed her as in the original.

- She may have a reputation to uphold as the president’s daughter, but let’s be real, this is a grown ass adult, and despite her situation in the fourth installment she had her eyes on Leon from minute one.

- Of course, when they first met she was more concerned with getting out of that church alive (as was her savior), but once they got a minute and she saw those muscles?

- Holy hell. That’s about all you can say.

- I don’t ship Leon and Ashley whatsoever personally, but if they were to be intimate I feel like it would be to blow off steam. Maybe calm their nerves for a bit while they’ve got a moment alone and momentarily safe.

- No BDSM dynamic, but Leon would definitely take the lead.

- “Let me take care of you, Ashley.” Whispered in her ear and she’s GONE.

- He would definitely eat her out, and they’d better hope there are absolutely no enemies nearby otherwise the whole village will be on their backs. She is loud.

- Leon likes his partner to be loud. It makes him feel accomplished. Win-win.

[hereisness]

"You have been such a bad girl" PT. 2

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, dom, dirty talk, wild sex, fingers.

PT 2. !!(You can read the PT 1 or not, even though it is not key for the story you will be able to read a great blow job) !! ;)

English is not my first language be good with me, Ily bratts thanks for the notes <3

♥♥♥♥♥♥ :) ♥♥♥♥♥♥

When you arrived to your house Leon was still in silence. Since he made you suck his dich he haven't talked. He just parked in front of your house together. Then, he just opened his door and came out.

You were just looking at him without a clue of what he will be thinking. Perhaps he didn't want you more, perhaps that night he will go to the bar or to his old flat in order to not be near with you, perhaps...

Suddenly, he opened your door too and took off your belt. You were paralyzed. He grabbed you like a potatoe sack and put you in his shoulder while he was taking care of your head in order to not hit with the car's door.

"W-what are you doing?" you mumbled.

"Using you, isn't that obvious? You are completely mine now"

While he was saying this he took off your panties, it was easy due to you were wearing just a short dress. He only used a hand for that while the order was in your waist in order to make you stay still in his shoulder. Then, he threw out in the garden your panties.

"LEON!" You screamed with shame "The neighbours".

"What's up with them? It's dark, plus, if they have seen me taking of your panties perhaps their night improves".

He took the keys and opened the door.

"B-but" You can't see the front, only his back and your black panties in the garden grass. "My panties! It is going to fly away".

The door was open.

"I will buy you another one even better. However, when you are near me you don't need such thing".

"OMG! I see a light in that house, perhaps they are..."

He spanked your ass.

"Shut up now, slut. You shouldn't be afraid of them or even think of them. You are with me now, do you understand? You are my slut".

When he finished his sentence he lie you in the sofa and put your dress a little up in order to see your pussy.

"Fuck. That panties should be pretty damp because you are so fucking wet right now. you like when I act like an animal, don't you?"

He put two fingers inside of you. You moan softly because of that while you try to keep your eyes open and just look at him, because of the fact that he was pretty hot.

"Do you like this, ahh?"

He started to move his fingers more quickly inside you. You were squeezing your legs because of the presure, and with the other hand he grabbed your leg.

"Be open for me, brat".

You were almost going to cum, but then he suddenly stop.

"N-no. Please no, keep going" You cried.

"You are so needy, aren't you? I will give you want you deserve, but not right now, you are soaked and because of that what you need is my cock, but before that... you need to learn to don't leave the house while I am arriving in order to fuck you like the slut you are.

He sit in the sofa and grabbed you in order to put you lie in his lap, he unzipped your dress. He was looking your butt while he was caressing it.

"Hmm...you are so tasty right now, I want to do all kind of things to you..."

He spanked your ass again very hard. You screamed.

"But you need to learn, babygirl, you need to learn..."

He kept spanked your butt until it was almost red, you were crying but at the same time that pain felt so fucking good.

"Leon stop it. I... I..."

"Oh. You want my dick inside you, right?" He put three fingers inside you this time. "Fuck you are more wet now than before."

You moan very loud this time you need that big dick inside you.

"Please" You beg.

"Oh fuck, I can't deny you anything when my slut begs for my cock."

He unzziped his jeans and put you lie in the sofa again. He took off his shirt too.

You were looking at him, completely naked and so needy of him. His dick was almost touching his belly button, it was so fucking hard because of you.

He grabbed your waist and put inside you his dick. You moan because of the feeling of Leon inside you. You couldn't notice it a lot more, because he started to move inside and outside of you. He was so fucking hard and rough and quickly that you barely could see nothing because of the pleasure. You just listen like someone were clapping very loud and heavy.

He moan. You moan.

You moan. He moan.

He called you slut and his whore and you moan even harder.

"I am going to cum inside you, whore" He claimed.

And he did.

PT 1: Found the part 1 here https://www.tumblr.com/hereisness

[cupidscrule]

Writing a new fic where Leon is super protective of you !1!1 n you go out drinking alone and get assaulted by an ugly man then Leon straight up tortures him!1! <33

[hurlingdown]

tags. dom top! reader, sub amab character. feminization (afab terms used), pet names (housewife, good girl), riding, creampie, slight breeding kink.

thinking about a big, beefy man who absolutely loves it when you refer to his asshole as a cunt. you have no idea how long he’s dreamt of this, owning a fat, creamy pussy that gets aroused so easily, dripping wet around your girthy length. 

call him your “pretty housewife”, or tease him about his huge tits while he bounces on your cock, and watch him shudder, eyes rolling to the back of his head. the first one always gets him. he’s always loved the idea of putting together a hot meal for you after you come home from work, soaked underneath his apron just from watching you enjoy your meal, ready to bend over the dinner table so you can enjoy a sweet, fulfilling dessert. 

“i-it’s soo big,” he’d whine, stuttering and panting while he continues to bounce hard and fast, “it’s p-poundin’ my pussy so- so good.” what a paradox, when his own useless, leaking cock is slapping against his tummy with every thrust, messily squirting pre every time you play along with his little fantasy. 

and don’t you just love it when he clamps up tight around you, desperate sobs spilling from his lips, begging, “puh-please, you’ve g-got to cum inside. want you to fill my- my cunt up. d-don’t you?” and who are you to deny your lover of his needs? 

stuff him up and pump him full of your cum while muttering praises of “what a good pussy” while stroking his cock or “my messy good girl”, and he’s hard again and ready to go. spoil him a few more times, and it won’t be long before he gets greedy and asks you to put a baby inside him. 

FUSHIGURO TOJI, suguru geto, ryomen sukuna, RORONOA ZORO, SHANKS, eustass kidd, CROCODILE, joseph joestar, LEON KENNEDY, USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, hajime iwaizumi, TENGEN UZUI, your absolute faves. 

[l1tw1ck]

Time to shamelessly self-promote again and announce that covid could not stop me from indulging in the Jiaoqiussy. (His name is absolutely perfect for adding -ussy to, even when spoken it just flows so crisply off your tongue)

Btw, if you want a request for a warm-up, why not have shy afab Leon S Kennedy lose his virginity to older amab reader (who is perhaps his senior or something)?

-⛩️

beautiful fic i love it 😻 everybody go read it

cw: age gap, power imbalance, cunnilingus, shower sex, squirting, afab lang

fell in love w the idea so i'm gonna expand this into a fic later. it'll be a bit different as i wanna get this done now 😭

Leon recently got assigned to your unit as a rookie and everything was fine until he actually met you. Your build, your voice, and your dominant but kind demeanor made him fall for you almost instantly. He felt ashamed for it, partly because you're his boss who's much older than him and mostly because he spends a lot of his free time jerking off to you. He wishes you would just bend him over and fuck him. He's too shy to make a move though. He's willing to risk his job over it but not willing to suck it up and confess. The only reason anything came out of it was when you entered the shower room late at night and heard him moaning your name.

"Leon?" You call out. He jumps and holds his breath. "I know it's you in there."

"I- I'm sorry.." He says quietly.

"Don't be. It was cute to hear you moaning my name." You walk over to him. "Can I help?" You look at his naked body and lick your lips.

His cheeks are redder than a stop sign. He nods.

~~~

Leon's eyes widen as you lift him into the air and bring yourself face to face with his pussy. You push him against the wall and dig in. "Ff- fuck~!" Leon gasps, wrapping his toned legs around your head. He throws his head back and lets out cute sounds of pleasure as you eat his pussy. He wasn't expecting you to want to eat him out. He thought most guys didn't, especially not ones that are full of hair. But it doesn't seem to bother you in the slightest. "Oh~ [Name]~!" He sucks in a breath.

"I'm already gonna—!" He squirts in your face.

~~~

Leon feels his body heat competing with the shower water's temperature as you roughly pound into his sensitive, previously virginal, pussy. "Ch- Chief~!" Leon moans, pressing his palms against the slippery wall. "I- I'm gonna come!"

You smirk and move your hand to jerk his t-dick. "Go on, sweetheart." You goad him on. He rolls his eyes back, his pussy squeezing your cock tightly, and squirts on the shower wall. You slow down to give him time to recover.

"I...I want you..." Leon breathes out. "To come inside..."

"It'd be bad if our best rookie suddenly got pregnant."

He whines. He wants to feel the warmth of your seed flowing inside his pussy so badly. He'll get you to do it eventually.

[syluscore]

I'll Never Feel Ashamed

~re6! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader~

i wrote this request back in december for @death-paint 's birthday. i never got around to sharing it here and i believe our daddy dom leon here needs to see the light of day. i love you lill <3 thanks for the constant support, love, ideas, and motivation you always give me. xoxo

Word count: 1850

Content warnings: established relationship, calls reader housewife/good girl/whore/slut/crybaby/bitch in heat, condescending leon, dom leon, daddy kink, breeding kink, creampie, p in v sex, unprotected sex, overstimulation

!!!!!!!!!MINORS DNI! GHOSTKENNEDY IS STRICTLY 18+!!!!!!!!!

You’re turning the heat down on the stove, reducing your homemade sauce to a simmer when his presence materializes behind you.

Your head whips around and a smile breaks out across your face. “Leon! You’re home early!” You place a quick kiss to the tip of his nose before turning back around and stirring your sauce. 

He nuzzles his face in your neck, gently nipping at the sensitive skin. It has goosebumps rising across your skin. You’re gently biting your lip, trying to keep yourself focused on the task at hand. But he’s the most distracting son of a bitch to ever exist.

“I think the sauce is done. All I gotta do is pour it over the chicken and toss it,” you speak cheerfully. He still doesn’t speak, just hums into your skin before lightly sucking on it. 

“Leon-”

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. Finish your chicken. Pretend I’m not even here.” He mumbles into your skin. He’s so close to you; you can feel the slight vibration from his throat as he speaks in that low timbery voice of his. 

All you can do is roll your eyes. Pretend he’s not even here? Right. As if he isn’t continuously breathing, kissing, sucking on the most sensitive part of your neck. As if his half hard dick isn’t starting to poke at your ass. 

You remove your sauce from the heat, slowly pouring it over the skillet containing your chicken. You’re trying to stir it, toss it, just anything, but he’s pressing himself so hard against you. He’s basically holding your body hostage where you stand. 

Another minute passes and you’ve successfully coated your chicken in sauce, turning the heat off. When you go to move–to grab plates to dish out the food–he stops you. Pulls your ass against his groin, forcing you to be hunched over and completely engulfed in him.

“Leon? You don’t want dinner?” You ask with a pout on your face and he can hear it in your tone.

“Baby. Not even gonna give me my appetizer? Tsk. You’re supposed to be my good little housewife.” He teases you and you have to force your eyes closed to prevent them from rolling back. You love when he talks to you like this.

“But I worked so hard on-”

“I know you did, sweet girl. Don’t tell me you’re not soaked right now just from a few kisses on this neck. How wet are you already for me?” He cuts you off, leaving you with your mouth gaped open subconsciously. Brain already foggy from him barely touching you. All you can focus on is his body heat against you and his dirty words. 

You whimper, “So wet. Throbbing so much it hurts.” Your cheeks heat up at the words leaving your lips, but it’s worth it. Worth him groaning into your hair, pulling both of your hands behind you and forcing your wrists together. 

He stands up straight and pulls you along with him. Walking you to the back of the couch, pushing your hips into the back of it and pushing your chest down. He releases your hands so that you can brace yourself, pushing your hands into the seat cushions to keep yourself steady.

“Just shut up and take it for me, yeah?” He pulls your pants and panties down in one swift movement. You moan out at his words and he chuckles at you. “What? Don’t wanna be a good little housewife for me? Wanna be treated like a dirty little whore, hmm? Or does it not matter to you? As long as you’re getting fucked, you don’t care what else I say or do.” His hand smacks your ass hard and your feet nearly leave the floor from how hard you jump.

“Nooooo, daddy. I’m your pretty housewife. I’m a good girl for you,” Your voice is super high pitched and whiny. And it drives Leon absolutely crazy. Such a sweet, shy girl completely flipping a switch and becoming a needy slut for him? Yeah. He’s going mad.

“You know how you can be such a good girl for me, baby?” His hands are caressing your hips and plump ass. Your body always sends him into a trance. He can’t get enough of you.

You look over your shoulder and hum in intrigue at him. His dirty blonde fringe falls in front of his eye as he smirks at you. “Let daddy pump you full of cum. Let me breed this tight cunt until I know my baby is in there. You’d be such a pretty mama for me. Stomach all round with the proof of how well I fuck you. Doesn’t that sound nice? Let me bury my cock so deep in this cunt that your body can’t help but take my child? You want that, baby?”

Your eyes gloss over as he continues to speak to you. Just when you think he’s done, he just keeps going. 

“Oh fuck. Yes! Want you to fuck a baby into me. I need it so fucking bad,” Your voice is pleading. Your mouth waters as his hands leave your body and he slowly starts to fumble with his belt.

“Well, of course, sweetheart. All you had to do was tell me. Daddy will breed a baby right into this hot pussy. I can see how fucking wet you are; all ready to be bred until you can’t take it anymore. Don’t you worry, baby. You won’t have a choice. Gonna give you all my babies.”

He frees his cock from his pants and you can see how fucking hard he is. He strokes his hand teasingly up and down the length of his shaft. “How bad do you want it, baby?”

You can’t stop yourself from whining. You’re so wet, you can’t take anymore teasing. You’re a minute away from reaching down and touching yourself. You’re so desperate for some sort of stimulation that all shame is leaving your body. All that matters is your pleasure.

“Daddy! Stop teasing me,” your voice nearly breaks. You want to cry from how much you want it. No. Tears are falling from your eyes; you are crying from how much you want it.

“Awe. Such a little crybaby. So pathetic–crying for daddy’s cock like this. Patience is a virtue, you know that?” You’re about to bite back at him when he finally shoves his dick into your hole, bottoming out immediately. “Oh fuck, baby. Cock slid right in. Even this pussy is a crybaby for me.” He chuckles at you.

But you don’t care, not at all. Your eyes are squeezed tightly shut as your pussy squeezes even tighter around him. 

You don’t mean to. You can’t help but slowly push your hips back and forth on his cock. You need him to move and your brain is so gone that you can’t even utter the words to ask him for it.

“Look at you,” Leon coos out as he removes his hands from your hips, lazily placing them on his own. “Go ahead, baby. Fuck yourself on my cock like a bitch in heat. Being such a good little slut–breeding yourself on my cock like this.” 

His words are making you work yourself faster on his cock. His filthy words only work you up more and more. You could cum like this. Shit. You might cum like this and he can feel it too.

“That’s it; fucking just like that. Show me how much you need daddy’s cock. Cum on daddy’s cock and I’ll fuck you like the slut you are. Fuck you as hard and as deep as you like.”

You’re pathetically moaning nonstop. All you can focus on is the pleasure; how fucking close you’re getting. 

Leon bends over, slipping his hand down between you and the back of the couch. His fingers immediately connect with your clit and the change in position has shifted the angle of his cock.

Your hips stop moving as his cock stays pressed firmly up against your sweet spot and his fingers quickly rub your clit in the exact way you like. The way that has you clenching around his cock and cumming hard around him.

Your head is thrown back as you moan out loudly through your orgasm. Your hips start to shake as the overstimulation hits and he removes his fingers from your clit. He straightens his back and uses his feet to kick yours even further apart, spreading your pussy even more open for him.

He stares at your leaking cunt with admiration. Your fluids are coating your thighs and it looks like fucking Heaven to him.

He doesn’t give you very much time at all. You’re still panting and shaking with aftershocks when he shoves his cock back inside of you, immediately starting a punishing pace.

“Oh! Fuck! Daddy, I-” You try to tell him how you can’t take it. How it’s too much and it hurts, but the words won’t formulate. They won’t string together and form any sort of coherent sentence. 

You're basically lying limp over the back of the couch, your head and arms laying limply over the cushions.

He grabs your throat with his hand and pulls you up, bringing your back to his chest. His other hand grabs your hip and pulls you off the ground. Your legs immediately tuck under yourself, but he quickly forces them apart. 

Your ankles are up against your ass cheeks and your knees are spread far apart on the back of the couch. Your hands shoot up, gripping to the forearm of the hand that’s wrapped around your throat. 

You aren’t holding yourself up at all. It’s all of Leon’s sheer strength holding you against him. And his thrusts never falter. The new angle has your eyes rolling back and drool dripping down your chin. 

“There you go,” His cheek is right up against yours. You allow your head to completely lol back and lay softly over his shoulder. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Gonna breed you, fuck. Gonna give you a nice cream pie, baby. You want that? Wanna be stuffed with my cum?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” It’s the only word you can think of. The only word you can force past your lips. 

His hips stop as he buries his cock deep inside of you, cumming with a loud moan right into your ear. And you’re moaning right back from the sound of him cumming and the feeling of his cock so deep in your tight pussy.

You stay like that for a minute, both trying to catch your breath again. 

You think he’s going to pull out of you when he shifts, but he starts slowly pushing his cock in and out of you again.

“Leon!” You squeal out as he starts to slowly and steadily pick his thrusts back up.

“Dumb girl. You think one cream pie is gonna be enough to get you pregnant? I told you I was gonna be sure, baby. Gonna be nice and thorough. Won’t stop until I’m shooting fucking blanks.”

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My Superstar

post RE4! Leon Kennedy x afab Musician! Reader

MDNI 18+

Description: Leon was a fan of you. It was a well kept secret, how much he enjoyed your music and watching you perform. A little bit of lying can get a man a long way.

Warnings: Not proofread, Porn w/ lots of plot, Unprotected p in v (stay safe), some minimal stalkerish behavior, vague mention of a PTSD-induced panic (it's very short), awkwardness

Tags: Strangers to lovers, post RE4! Leon, Dom! Leon, Sub! Reader, this can be considered slow burn (?), multiple instances of masturbation cause Leon is touch starved, praise kink, handjob, oral (m! and f! receiving), fingering, nipple play, inappropriate use of mama, grinding, cowgirl position, Leon manhandling the reader a bit, this man cannot keep his hands off of you!!

Word Count: 11k

Cross posted onto Ao3

Note: Spent days working on this. DAYS!! It's crazy that I can sit here at work all night, multiple nights in a row, and write smut.

Anyways, thank you for reading

ψ(｀∇´)ψ!

Leon Kennedy was one of the government's best agents; fighting horrors beyond the general public's comprehension like it was nothing at this point. He was only 28, yet he was rugged, stoic, and damn near emotionless. Every agent he's ever interacted with knew next to nothing about him. Outside of work, this man was an absolute enigma.

He stayed in a comfortable one bedroom, one bathroom apartment that was provided by the government. It was practically barren due to his line of work. What was the point of having anything if you're never there to enjoy it?

On the rare occasion Leon had more than a few weeks of quiet, he strictly kept to himself; declining invitations to go out and drink with his fellow agents, ordering in whenever he decided he was hungry, and even flat out ignoring anyone who approached him when he was performing his more domestic duties, like grocery shopping.

The blond had manners, sure, but he didn't want to entertain anyone's idea of him, especially the women. He was approached in that way often due to his muscular appearance and mysterious atmosphere. It was a bit of a pain for him to deal with. He just wanted to be left alone during his highly valued time away from agent work.

Leon looks and acts like the type of guy to just be a stick in the mud. He rarely ever indulged the other agents in his personal affects.

One evening while stuck doing paperwork from his last mission, the blond was dragged into a nearby conversation when one of the agents asked about his music taste. More specifically, if he preferred one music artist over another. All he did was shrug and said he didn't know the names, which stunned everyone involved in the conversation. When asked about not knowing two very popular artists, he even went so far as to say: "I don't listen to music."

Little did everyone know that Leon Kennedy was a filthy, dirty liar.

He listened to music, oh he did. This seasoned agent, who fought actual hellspawn, was a fan of you.

Actually, fan would be an understatement. He was a super fan.

Leon discovered your music a year ago while in a drunken stupor after he'd come back from Spain. He was in an incredibly tough spot mentally, physically too, and he just needed something to help with the constant feeling of dread clouding his thoughts. Amidst his drinking spree, he caught a glimpse of you when scrolling through TV channels.

The agent paused for a long moment before switching the channel back, his body lagging behind his brain. He was very wary at first, seeing as he really wasn't a music guy, but something about your voice drew him in further. Of course Leon blamed it on the massive amount of alcohol he'd drank, dismissing the tickling in his stomach with a shake of his head as he switched to a different channel.

From there, it spiraled.

Everywhere he went, he heard bits and pieces of you; the grocery store, in a car passing by that had its windows rolled down, even from the other agents occasionally when he got stuck doing paperwork late into the night. You were slowly taking over his thoughts, and though he seemed calm and collected on the outside, it was driving him insane.

Leon didn't understand why you were able to mess with him like this. It was so unfair. He'd managed to keep his personal life the way he wanted it, the one thing he had control over, and now he owned all of your CD's and even a t-shirt for god's sake...

He indulged himself in everything that was you; the way you smiled in the few music videos you had, the nervous habits you had when he was able to watch your interviews, old and new, and even the way you dressed. It had him almost browsing similar clothes at the store, his gaze lingering for just a moment too long as he wondered if you'd like something like that.

The whole thing made Leon feel gross, perverted even, especially when you crept into his thoughts late at night. Turning down other women's advances meant he never really got any action, never really feeling the need to touch himself either, so he found himself a little more pent up than he originally thought he'd be. The smallest of thoughts about you had him straining against his pants at work.

Yes, embarrassingly, he'd masturbated to the thought of you. Multiple times at this point. He felt terrible, but what you didn't know couldn't hurt you, right? He could live with the shame.

The agent made sure not a soul knew about his growing obsession for you and your sound, that much he could control.

Despite feeling incredibly emasculated, you did well by him. He didn't drink as much as he used to and he spent just a little more time each day off making his apartment cozier, though that's not the craziest part. That title belongs to the fact that whenever you were brought up at work, he rather subtly joined in on conversations willingly. He acted uninterested, didn't even add to the conversation really, but it was an opportunity for him to learn about you that he wasn't going to pass up.

From that, Leon learned that you were doing a concert in this city next month! That seemingly insignificant bit of information that was casually mentioned by one of the other agents nearly knocked the fucking wind out of him.

"Yeah, they're going to be in town for a week or something." One agent spoke up, shrugging before he tilted his disposable coffee cup towards their slips to take a small sip. Leon managed to collect himself internally to reply, clearing his throat quietly beforehand. "This isn't a big city. What're they doing here?"

In an attempt to seem casual, he rested his left arm rested on the back of a chair as he held his own cup of coffee in his right hand, taking a sip from it.

"Dunno." The agent responded simply, shrugging a bit. The topic quickly shifted after that, leaving Leon to mull over the simple tidbit he'd learned.

The next few weeks were grueling for the blond, feeling as if time was purposefully slowing down on him. His anticipation was growing by the minute.

He had managed to finagle himself a backstage pass along with a VIP ticket the second he made it home to his personal computer after that conversation with his coworkers, thank you special government access. The printed ticket and pass taunted him from where it sat propped up against the bottom of the computer monitor.

Leon kept the ticket and pass somewhere he would remember them, somewhere they couldn't get lost when he had to rush to work in a haste, which was a common occurrence for the agent.

The last week of the month was when you were going to be in town for your concert. Thursday, to be specific. It was relatively easy for Leon to play off his absence at work, having called out sick for the entire week so no one would suspect anything. Honestly, everyone was more concerned since he never got sick and even on the rare occasion he was, he never called out.

It made Leon feel just slightly guilty when a few of his fellow agents decided to send him get well cards... he'll worry about that later.

Every day until Thursday decided to roll around, Leon was practically vibrating in his apartment. He was so worried he would somehow miss the concert, so he decided to occupy himself by scrubbing the damn place top-to-bottom. It helped him release that ever-building tension he was accruing as he oh so patiently waited.

Wednesday night, he couldn't sleep, the anticipation of this one single event made it hard for him to sleep ever since he learned about it. But with the promise of seeing you tomorrow, he was actually trembling in his bed.

The man had tried his best to control his urges regarding you, but tonight was really getting to him. Just to relax, he thought, it can't hurt. A common thought in his mind.

Leon lost track of time and spent over 2 hours edging himself, the adrenaline from knowing he'd get to see you in person, be in the same building as you, had him biting down on his knuckles as he roughly fisted his cock. He at least still had the dignity to keep himself quiet, mostly not wanting his neighbors to hear how needy he was. He also didn't want your name to accidentally slip out of his mouth.

God, the things you did to him. All he had to do was simply imagine you were the one stroking his cock and he was gone, pathetically whimpering into his hand. You didn't even know he existed, but hopefully you would after that concert. He wished he could show you how much he appreciated you one day soon.

After the agent came with your name on the tip of his tongue, he decided to give up on sleep. He was wide awake, now needing a shower after making a sizable mess all on his hand, exposed abs, and the blankets that had bunched up near his groin.

Only 10 minutes later, he came again, this time in the shower.

Leon checked himself over numerous times during the hours leading up to your concert; dressing in a shirt a size too small to show off his muscles, spritzing himself with just the right amount of a cologne that he totally didn't buy because you said you liked those certain perfume and cologne notes once before, even going so far as to make sure not a single strand of hair on his head was out of place.

The anxiety got to him and, of course, he left almost 5 hours early to stand in line at the stadium you'd be performing at. He found himself felt awkward standing by himself in line, almost second guessing his decision to even be here. Almost.

Once the employees at the stadium started checking tickets and leading people inside, the blond began to tremble with anticipation. This once stoic, cold man was now reduced to nothing more than a nervous fangirl, his lips pulled tight as his ticket and pass were checked and he was lead through a set of double doors. Despite all his years living and working in this area, Leon had never been inside this place. Hell, he didn't even know there was a stadium here.

The VIP ticket granted him one of the best spots in his opinion. He wasn't right up against the stage, but he was close enough to where he'd be in the crowd that got to interact with you personally.

Once again, Leon was feeling awkward as he sat stiffly next to people he didn't know. Hopefully he can grow a pair quick so he doesn't make an absolute fool of himself in front of you.

The crowd waited for a good 30 minutes or so, probably to give everyone enough time to settle, before the lights dimmed, causing everyone to cheer loudly. The man tapped his fingers against his muscular thigh anxiously, attempting to get his breathing under control.

He did not like being crowded like this, but he had to put up with it for just a couple hours in order to see your entire concert. He could handle that...

No he couldn't.

Only a few minutes after you entered the stage, everything got to him fast. The screaming, the lack of any form of personal space, and his climbing body temperature caused him to flee as casually as physically possible. Leon never considered that he wouldn't be able to handle such a loud and crowded environment.

He pushed his way forward, flashing his backstage pass to one of the security guards standing in front of the temporary fencing put up. They moved the fence slightly to let him through, to which he speed-walked his way towards the bathrooms, following the signs that led the way.

Thankfully the bathroom was empty since the concert had just started. The man chose to go into the family bathroom since it the door had a lock and he didn't want anyone walking in on him while he calmed himself.

For fucks sake, he can do this! He knows he can, he has to. He bought the damn ticket and pass, he needed to see you.

After giving himself awhile to calm down, Leon eventually walked out of the bathroom, ready to go back in and claim his seat once more. The sound of music echoed through the large hallway that surrounded the area you were performing, causing his nerves to spike again for just a brief moment.

He took a deep breath and walked over to another security guard that stood by the set of doors he walked out of previously, using his pass once more to get back in since it led through the fenced off area.

The second the blond walked through, he froze, his eyes landing on you up on the stage. Your voice was so clear now, the way you moved and sang with a smile causing the corners of his lips to peak up slightly.

He just couldn't keep his eyes off of you, making his walk back to his seat incredibly drawn out. Seeing you at every angle possible at the moment was making his heart flutter, and shamefully, his dick twitch. He was grateful anything below his torso was obstructed by everyone jumping and dancing around him.

The lyrics to your songs resonated with Leon like nothing before, your proximity making it feel like you were singing directly to him. For him.

The concert lasted a little longer than either you or Leon had anticipated due to a random technical issue with the mic you were wearing.

It was funny to you, the slight and very short lasting hiccup caused you to joke with one of your bandmates, your hushed voice and laugh being picked up by their mic. God, Leon could listen to your laugh for hours.

Regardless of any mistake, your concert was nothing less than perfect to the man. To him, you could do no wrong, that much was clear by the way he zeroed in on you and you alone for the entire duration of the performance.

After thanking the audience with a grin and a wave, you exited the stage with your bandmates and retreated backstage to shed that post-concert adrenaline. All those eyes watching you? Yeah, that'll always be nerve-wracking, no matter how many times you do it.

You settled next to your drummer on a particularly uncomfortable couch, your guitar sitting propped up on a stand not too far away. The downtime after a concert was always very appreciated, considering you lacked any sort of energy after the adrenaline finally wore off. Your voice had grown hoarse, throat now sore, and ears ringing from the volume of the music earlier.

You wanted to have a chance to collect yourself properly before you met up with anyone that had a backstage pass, which was normally reserved for people actually working the event. You liked to keep it easy for you and everyone involved, which meant you only ever green-lit a very small number of them to be sold to the general public.

As much as you loved your fans, you wanted to keep your after-concert relaxing at a maximum. This kind of life was stressful, as fun as it was. You didn't want to come at your fans' throats because you were too exhausted to answer questions. The last thing you wanted was to get mad at people who were just excited to meet you.

Luckily for you, it doesn't seem very many people were able to acquire a backstage pass. Most were left to event workers, it seemed. A few stragglers had made it backstage with the help of security to get a picture and have you and your bandmates sign a poster or a shirt.

One final man wandered backstage an hour after the concert had ended, one you didn't notice as your exhaustion was really presenting at this point. Your bassist was the first to notice Leon, righting themselves from their spot leaning against the wall to greet him with a handshake.

The drummer and keyboardist followed suit, slowly leading the agent over to where you now sat on the floor, back against the couch since it had grown too uncomfortable for you.

You were nudged by your bassist, causing you to grumble and open your eyes to look up at whoever decided to rouse you. Catching sight of Leon prompted you to quickly stumble upwards onto your feet.

Smiling awkwardly, you reached your hand out to shake his hand, which he gladly accepted with a tender smile of his own.

"Leon." he stated simply, his eyes lidded as he looked into yours. "Very happy to finally meet you and your band."

This man was fucking gorgeous and he had the voice of a pornstar. Maybe he was a pornstar? Who knows, you weren't one to judge, especially not someone who's looking at you like that.

You introduced yourself, rather breathlessly as you'd stood yourself up too fast. "I'm sorry, we're all a little gross from the show.." you laughed out nervously, pulling your hand back from him to wipe against your shirt after realizing how sticky from sweat you were.

Leon laughed a low laugh with you, his eyes quickly raking over your figure before making their way back up to yours. "It's no problem, I'd be a little confused if you weren't gross after that performance. It was amazing, by the way."

He followed you and your bandmates over to a circular table sitting near the corner of the room, accepting a seat after everyone sat down and gestured for him to do the same. The blond really wanted to talk to you alone, but getting to talk to you at all was a feat in his books right now, and getting to sit across from you was more than enough.

"Thank you, Leon. We're very happy you enjoyed the show." Your drummer spoke, giving Leon a quick smile. Everyone else agreed, including you with a quiet, tired chuckle.

Leon was surprisingly good at hiding his hard on, but your hoarse voice and tired, disheveled look had his thoughts leading a less than innocent path. It was hard for him to focus on anyone else.

The agent asked general, boring questions that the band was asked almost every time they encountered a fan, though he was a lot more casual about it.

He kept giving you these looks that you couldn't quite describe. It almost seemed like he was eyeballing you for a reason. You were used to getting a bit more attention since you were the main face of the band, but wow he was really giving you some questionable looks. Not that you minded, of course. Hell, you started giving him your own coy glances here and there.

After about 10 minutes of general chatter, Leon began to single you out in questions; asking about your guitar, how you come up with your lyrics, and how you learned to sing, all the while staring at you with those half-lidded eyes of his.

You answered as best as you could, taking note of a smirk tugging at his lips. He'd noticed you blushing, his low tone and staring effecting you in your tired state.

You couldn't quite place it, and as cliche as it was, he seemed different to you. Leon wasn't like most of the other fans you'd met over the years, he seemed so nonchalant about everything.

This type of behavior was obvious when it came from younger fans. You and your band mates have dealt with a fair share of teenage crushes, but having a grown man display the same kind of mannerisms was strange. Not in a bad way, though.

In your defense, it was a bit refreshing to know you were desirable in that sense. You'd grown so busy with music that you just haven't worked to put yourself out there. Plus, there's always that inkling that anyone who would try their hand at you was just out for the money and fame, not to mention that handling a relationship with the spotlight always watching is really difficult. It can wear on it.

As everyone stood up from the table, your bandmates shook Leon's hand and said their thank you's again before beginning to make their way to a door where a couple security guards stood ready to lead them out to the tour bus. You waved them on before walking over to grab your guitar from the stand it was on.

"You're not gonna go with them?" Leon asked quietly, watching you from where he stood next to the table. He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb as your bandmates walked out, his eyebrows furrowed slightly with confusion.

"Oh, I just have to put this away before I follow them out..." You yawned, grabbing the guitar case that wasn't too far away from you before sitting yourself on the floor, opening the case up. You began to examine the guitar for any damage that went unnoticed during the concert.

Leon nodded and moseyed over to you, standing a couple feet away before leaning over just a bit to watch you as you looked over your guitar, giving a small smile once more.

"You know," he started, voice almost a rumble as he spoke. His eyebrows raised as he turned his focus down a little further to look at you. "...you really were the star of the show."

You placed the guitar in it's case before looking up at him, having tilting your head upwards since he was currently towering over you. You smiled, huffing out a laugh through your nose. "Please, I wouldn't sound very good if it wasn't for my band.."

Leon clicked his tongue, bending over a little more to get closer to you. He was looking at you with those same half-lidded eyes from before, his voice lowering to a hushed tone. "I'm being serious. All I could focus on was you. And that voice of yours? Wow.."

He was now giving you a bit more of a serious look, though he still had the faintest smile. Your face relaxed with his words, smile widening ever so slightly. He spent the time to gauge your reaction before continuing to speak, moving next to you before crouching down.

"I know I'm just a fan, but I'd really like to see you again sometime." Leon turned his head away from you to look down at the floor, fiddling with his fingers nervously after resting his arms on his knees.

Now it was his turn to blush, his sudden proximity to you bringing out a more bashful side to him. He hadn't felt this way in years, so he wasn't quite sure how to act.

You followed him with your head as he crouched next to you, never moving your gaze away from him. Normally you'd never let a fan get this close to you for so long, but Leon didn't give off any sort of threatening energy. If anything, he just seemed like a nervous kid asking his crush to hold his hand during school. It was endearing having such a well-built, handsome man acting this way for you.

You averted your gaze for just a moment to zip up the guitar case before quickly looking back at the blond sitting next to you. "Do you have a pen?"

His eyes shot up from his lap to meet yours, his eyebrows raised up again. "What?" he asked, his voice a little too loud before he caught himself with a wipe of his palm across his lips. "Sorry- what did you say?" He must've been zoned out after admitting to wanting to see you again.

"Do you have a pen? Or a sharpie?" You repeated yourself with a gentle tone, eyes crinkling with your smile as he looked over at you. "Oh! Oh, yeah.. yeah yeah, I do.." He muttered, quickly standing up so he could dig through his pockets with both his hands. After a few seconds he pulled out a pen, clicking it a couple times before holding out the pen to you.

You nodded with a giggle, gently taking the pen from him. You grabbed his hand and flipped it so his palm was facing up, drawing a couple quick circles on your own arm to make sure the pen worked before carefully scribbling your number out onto his open palm.

Leon focused all his brain power on keeping his hand as still as possible for you, watching you intently as you wrote on his hand. He never thought it would've been this easy, imagining he'd have to follow you to at least a few other cities before even getting a chance at this.

Once you finished writing, you placed the pen back into the same hand. You held his hand with both of yours, closing his fingers for him before patting them. Every single nerve ending in his hand was tingling with your touch, his eyes wide as he turned his gaze from his hand and back up to your face where his eyes met yours.

"I have to go, but don't be afraid to call, okay?" You slowly slid your hands off of his and stood up, grabbing the handle on the guitar case. "I'm easily reachable."

Leon pulled his hand close to his chest, opening his fingers to sneak a glance at your number. He balled his hand right back up before shoving it into his pocket, like he'd somehow lose it if he didn't keep a tight hold on it. He started to speak, voice cracking a bit which caused him to clear his throat before attempting to speak again. "Yeah, okay.. yeah.."

The agent was reduced to nothing more than his nerves, taking a shaky breath as he gave you a crooked smile. You nodded in acknowledgement, blush dusting your cheeks again as you stood awkwardly next to him.

You pointed towards the door before starting to shuffle away from him, muttering out a quiet "It was nice to meet you, Leon.."

You take quiet note on how nice his cologne smelled as you walked in front of him to the door.

"It was nice to meet you too, sweetheart." Leon responded, his shyness immediately falling away as he watched you leave, allowing a security guard to lead him to the main arena so he could walk out to the main parking lot where his car was.

He slid into his car and sat for a moment before leaning his head against the steering wheel, arms above his head as he laughed. It almost felt fake, but when he angled his head to look at the number written on his hand again, he knew it wasn't.

The man almost crashed 3 times on the short drive home, getting honked at numerous times as he sat unfocused at traffic lights when they turned green. He even sat at a stop sign waiting for it to turn green for a whole minute until he realized that it was not going to be turning green.

At least he made it back to his apartment building alive, that's all that mattered to him right now. He wanted to enjoy this moment of euphoria before his own exhaustion caught up to him, calmly walking into his apartment in case any of his neighbors saw him. Once his front door was closed and locked, he scrambled into his office to write down your number onto a piece of paper. He wanted to make sure the numbers were at least legible, seeing as his hands were trembling.

Afterwards, he moved to his bedroom to sit on the edge of his bed, having taken off his jacket and shirt, leaving them both abandoned on the floor somewhere in his room. The entire night was finally setting in for him, his breathing turning ragged as he leaned forward to place his elbows on his knees.

The blond shared the same analogy you had, feeling like an awkward teen all over again with how he could barely calm himself from such a simple interaction.

Leon kept himself on the edge of his bed, sitting up only slightly to pull his cock out from his boxers and unzipped pants, rock solid and incredibly sensitive. You'd been so close to him, and god the way you looked and sounded after giving the concert your all made it so easy for Leon to paint a picture of what you'd look like after he got his hands on you.

He's been hard for hours at this point, not even caring to undress fully before jerking himself off with the same hand that you'd written your number on. He was so thankful his precum didn't stain through to his pants during that whole ordeal, he wouldn't have known what to do if you knew about his problem.

The pen smudged as he wet his hand with his precum, the liquid smearing the ink all along his hand and dick. He didn't care, it'll wash off, he just needed to take care of himself right now. He wanted you, and now he knew you wanted him too, to some extent.

Leon closed his eyes, moving his left hand down to fondle his balls as he stroked himself faster, doing his best to imagine it was you playing with him like this. Whimpering with every breath, he started to wonder how you'd handle him: Your hands were a lot smaller than his, would you have to use two hands to stroke him properly? Would you touch his balls like this? Bet you'd be so willing to suck his cock, fuck, you probably taste so good too. Eating you out would be so fun, hearing you moan out his name with that pretty voice of yours-

It only took about a minute for him to cum onto the floor, eyebrows furrowed and panting heavily as he gripped the base of his cock tightly, feeling it throb with each string of cum that pumped out.

Wonder if you're on birth control..

Leon had to return to work the next week, feigning the flu in its final stages to keep up with his little white lie. No one questioned him, only offering smiles and the occasional "glad you're feeling better".

He didn't really do his work to the best of his ability, his main focus being when would be the right time to call you.

Embarrassingly, the agent went out and bought a flip phone since he didn't have his own phone. He hadn't needed his own phone before, using only his work phone when anything work related came up.

He didn't want to risk putting your number into your work phone and he figured having your number was a good time to invest in a personal phone.

Now, Leon had to gamble with the idea of calling you. Obviously he'll wait until he's home, but it's hard to think of anything else when you're only a button away.

His aloofness was normal to his coworkers, even more explainable considering he was "sick" last week. He was incredibly thankful no one bothered him with extra work tonight.

After work, he was sat on his couch, staring down at his new phone while the TV was on, flashing only colors in his periphery since he'd muted it. It was only 5pm, he was contemplating calling you. He wanted to hear your voice again, but he didn't know if it was too late in the evening or not.

You said you were easily reachable, so it's all or nothing, he guessed.

He pushed through his nerves, pressing the call button before slamming the phone against his ear with a slight wince. Every ring caused him to tense up.

On the final ring you finally picked up, breathing out a quick "Hello?" into the phone. Leon sat there frozen, sucking in a harsh breath before letting out a cough.

"Hey-.. Uh, hey. It's uh, it's Leon.."

There was a bit of a pause on the other end before you responded, voice cheerful despite sounding out of breath.

"Oh hey! I was wondering when I'd hear from you! How are you?"

"Uh.. I've been alright... how about you?"

Leon patted his thigh with his left hand, mentally chastising himself for his voice cracking again.

"I'm doing good, uh, I'm fighting a spider, so.."

You breathed into the phone with a laugh, causing Leon to smile and relax a bit as you kept the conversation alive.

"Oh yeah, spiders are kind of evil. Need me to ward it off?"

"I mean, I would take you up on that offer, but I'm already about 100 miles away from your city at this point."

Leon cursed internally, turning his head away from the phone to sigh where you could hear it.

"I appreciate it, though. This thing is nasty."

Your voice pulled him back to the phone, bringing a smile back to his face.

"You should get uh... that drummer of yours to help you. Two against one."

"Everyone is out at dinner. I'm all alone in this, Leon."

Your dramatic tone made him chuckle, leaning his head back against the couch.

"Okay, well, I'm with you in spirit."

The laugh you emitted only egged Leon on further.

"How long are you gonna be in the next city? If uh.. if you don't mind me asking."

"For a few days. It's our last city on the tour we're doing, then we go back to LA."

The agent nodded silently with a hum, his confidence slowly coming back to him. He needed to put his intentions out there.

"Would you mind if I drove out and took you to dinner tomorrow?"

He's now sweating bullets. There was another brief pause before you responded, the silence causing him to tense up once more.

"...I normally wouldn't accept something like that... but, you know what, I'll take you up on that."

Leon let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, now leaning forward with a relieved look. You could hear the relief in his voice too.

"Uh- awesome! Okay, I'll find somewhere nice to take you."

You two said your goodbye's and hung up after you told the agent which city and hotel you were staying at.

He took it upon himself to go into his office and search up the location on his computer, easily memorizing the path to where you were since it mostly just involved following a freeway the majority of the way.

It took awhile for Leon to calm down after that call, now busy anticipating his journey tomorrow to see you. It'll be easy to call out of work again, saying the sickness flared back up or something along those lines. Anything to see your pretty face again.

He spent the night with himself, finding himself unable to fall asleep once more, just like the night before your concert. The man had never been or felt this desperate before, chasing some person he barely knew over a silly crush. Okay, it was more than a crush if he had to be honest with himself.

Planning on leaving early, he was more than frustrated when he finally fell asleep close to 4am. He wanted to scope out good restaurants and nice places to park, if it came down to that. The hopeful bastard.

Groggy, Leon got himself up only 2 hours after he'd fallen asleep, drinking the coffee he'd made himself on the stove days ago. It tasted stale, but it would have to do.

He definitely sounded the part when calling out sick again, which was accepted without question.

Wanting to make sure he looked his best even after a long car ride, he showered and shaved his stubble right before leaving, making sure to bring his cologne, hairbrush, and gum.

The drive was boring, traffic irritated Leon, but he eventually made it to the city you were in at around 3pm. He called you again, thankful you answered, and asked if 6pm was a good time, to which you happily accepted.

The three extra hours provided the blond with the much needed time to explore restaurant options and generally nice places to walk around. You probably weren't in this city often, if at all, so wandering like tourists seemed fit.

He eventually settled on a nice sushi restaurant since he hadn't had sushi in awhile. They had plenty of non-sushi options on the off chance you didn't like sushi. Or, you could pick the restaurant, he didn't mind, as long as he got to spend time with you.

Leon was nervous. He had to wipe his hands off a good few times since they'd grown clammy while gripping the steering wheel. He was parked outside the hotel you were staying at, having called you just a couple minutes before to let you know he was outside.

While waiting, the agent decided to get out and lean against the passenger door of his car. He wanted to be a gentleman and open the door for you, though he wasn't really sure people still held the door for others anymore.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw you walk out past the main sliding doors of the hotel, immediately straightening his posture while giving you an awkward smile. You looked absolutely amazing.

"Hey," Leon breathed out, frozen for a moment before suddenly remembering to open the passenger door for you. He just couldn't keep his eyes off of you.

"Hey." You replied back, almost just as winded as he was. "Sorry, I didn't expect the elevator to be so busy. It took a couple rotations before I could even get down here."

You smiled at Leon as a silent thanks, sitting yourself down in his car before he carefully closed the door once you'd settled. After getting into the car himself, he gave you a quick glance and a smile of his own before driving to the restaurant.

Although the conversation between you and Leon was airing on the side of awkward, the two of you slowly loosened up as the night went on. Your apprehension regarding going out with a fan quickly left once you realized how charming the man actually was.

The power dynamic was one of your main worries. You didn't want to feel like you were taking advantage of a man so eager to please, but Leon actually had the same worry, considering his work as a government agent gave him a lot of special privileges that aren't normally handed out to the common person.

Luckily for him, you didn't pry about his work. You gladly accepted his vague description about working for the government and that was that.

You also didn't pry about his interest in you as a musician when the topic came up. That was a given.

After dinner, the two of you wandered around the downtown part of the city for awhile, sightseeing while chatting about anything and everything. You felt oddly safe around Leon, something about him just screamed stability.

Leon felt the same way about you, but the way he described you was fluffy. You made him feel fluffy and warm. And the promise of domesticity and love only made him want you more.

You were so easy to talk to. He rarely ever indulged anyone about his personal life, but he found himself talking about anything he could remember about his childhood on a whim with you.

You were stopped a few times by fans that recognized you. The majority of them had driven up to the city to see your concert.

He knew it was going to happen, but Leon really didn't like how they so carelessly wandered up to you. Did you not look busy to them? Pretty disrespectful, if you asked him.

Leon made sure to make his presence known by placing a gentle hand on your shoulder which pulled you from the brief conversation you'd been so rudely dragged into. If he actually got an opportunity to be with you, the attention you receive will definitely take some getting used to.

A reserved, near isolated man with a popular musician? What a combo that would be.

Eventually, you and Leon ended up back at the hotel you were staying at. The blond didn't want to leave, and it was clear you didn't want him to leave either, but he had work the next day and you were going to be extremely busy the rest of the week. So, as one does, you invited him into your hotel room anyways.

To hell with work, calling out again wouldn't hurt. He was good at feigning illness.

He followed you inside like a puppy, his chest practically pressed against your back the entire way up to your room. You didn't share a room with your bandmates, Leon thanks god for that, so he was able to settle a lot quicker once you led him into the room. You both took your shoes off, leaving them near the door.

As expected, the agent was awkward at first. The two of you just sat on the edge of the bed next to each other and talked for awhile longer.

"I'll admit, it's been a really long time since I've done anything. With anyone." Leon admitted quietly, his hands clasped together in his lap since he didn't quite know what to do with them in the moment.

You laughed nervously in response, almost mimicking his position. "Yeah, it's been a long time for me too. I'm very out of practice.."

He turned his head to look at you with a weak smile tugging at the corner of his lips, eyebrows furrowed upwards. "We don't have to do anything. We can just... hang out for awhile if you want to?"

You contemplated for a moment before responding to him again. "I mean, I'm totally fine with either or..?"

Leon really wanted to fuck you. He's been imagining this moment ever since he first discovered your music. He wished he wasn't so anxious, but he needs to power through that. He needs you.

"Can-" the man cleared his throat before taking in a small breath, voice hushed. "Can I kiss you?"

The second he heard you whisper out a weak "yeah", he quickly angled himself so his body was facing yours, tilting his head to the right as he leaned in and pressed his lips gently against yours.

It only took you a brief moment to bring your arms up to wrap around his neck, his hands moving to grip your waist, rubbing circles against it through your shirt as the kiss deepened.

He loved how vocal you were. You sang beautifully, sure, but he never would've guessed you'd be so sensitive to touch. The little whimpers you made just from being kissed and caressed were already driving him crazy.

Leon moved down to kiss your neck, nipping and sucking hickeys wherever he could. He tucked his fingers underneath your shirt, bunching it up partially before moving away from your neck to pull your shirt off.

He took some time to ogle at your figure, a low growl rumbling from his chest as he shifted himself on top of you, gently pushing you back against the bed to continue his assault on your neck.

Your breathy moans only continued to egg him on. Everything he's ever felt regarding you quickly came bubbling back up, leading him to leave a trail of hickeys down your neck, all along your collarbone, and on the tops of your breasts.

Leon had moved his right hand to grip the point of your hip, the left groping one of your boobs through your bra while keeping himself propped up with his knees on either side of your legs as he sat hunched over you.

The man couldn't keep his hands off of you, his hands dragging up and down your body as they swapped places every few seconds.

"Leon-.. god, please..." You moaned breathlessly, chest heaving. He groaned at the sound of his name leaving your pretty lips, dragging himself back up pull you into a heated kiss.

"My name sounds so good when you moan it." Leon growled against your lips, nipping at your bottom lip which caused you to gasp, allowing him to lick into your mouth. "You taste amazing."

Your hands moved from the sheets to wrap around his neck again, carding your fingers up through the that fluffy golden hair on the nape of his neck. When he pulled away so you both could catch your breath, he wasted no time standing up to shuck off his own shirt.

Leon smirked when you sat up on your elbows, watching your wide eyes rake down his sculpted torso.

"Glad you like what you see." He wiggled his eyebrows at you, causing you to scoff playfully and grab one of the pillows off the bed, tossing it at him. He laughed, catching the pillow to throw right back at you, albeit a little softer than you had. "Hey, hey, alright."

You laughed with him as the pillow landed on your chest, letting it slip off to the side as you sat up fully. You tucked your legs under your ass, sitting back on your haunches as you reached forward to rest your hands against his thighs.

Looking up at Leon with those doe eyes, he just couldn't resist. He knew what you wanted. "Go on, don't be shy.." he spoke in a hushed tone, moving his right hand to rest on your head to play with your hair.

He angled his head down so he could watch you fumble with his belt, wanting to let you set the pace now.

"Thaaat's it, there ya go mama..." Leon whispered with a gravelly voice, eyes half lidded as he watched you finally pull his belt from the loops. Your hands were shaky as they now worked to unbutton and unzip his jeans, glancing up at him occasionally to make sure you were doing everything right.

Once you were able to fully undo the agent's jeans, he moved his hand off your head so he could tug them all the way down for you, kicking them away which left him in only his boxers and socks.

As mentioned before, you were out of practice. You didn't have a very good frame of reference for men, but Leon's sizable erection straining against his boxers was more than intimidating.

The man could tell you were worried. He didn't want to scare you, no, that's the last thing he wanted. So he brought his right hand up to hold the side of your face, caressing your cheekbone his thumb. "Don't feel pressured, sweetheart. Take your time for me."

You looked up at him as you took in a shaky breath, leaning your head against his hand for a moment with a nervous smile. "Thank you... Just-.. just work with me here.." you huffed, moving your gaze back down to his bulge.

You lifted your head away from his hand to which he moved back up to stroke your hair, keeping his gaze fixed down on you.

You tucked your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, glancing up at him one last time, prompting him to smile in approval. You nodded, swallowing dryly as you slowly tugged them down.

His cock sprung out at you and you let out a quiet gasp as it stood directly in front of your face now, tip red and angry. "Oh wow... okay.." you whispered, mostly to yourself as you took in the size of it.

Leon gave a breathy chuckle as he watched you, moving his legs a bit so his boxers would fall the rest of the way down.

You let your hands rest against the tops of his thighs again, a bit closer to his v-line as you looked back up at him. "I like your uh-.. I like your happy trail..."

Your quiet admission dragged another laugh from the man, who was looking right back at you with probably the most endearing expression. "Oh, do you?" You nodded. "I'll make sure to keep it for you then."

The way Leon kept stroking your hair felt so nice, his voice was really encouraging too. You were incredibly thankful he was willing to take things slow and let you lead for the moment.

Speaking of taking the lead, you brought your eyes back down to stare at his cock, watching precum pearl from the slit. You gave yourself one last mental push before bringing your right hand up to wrap around the base, glancing up at Leon when he hissed from the sensitivity.

Your eyes moved from his dick to his face every few seconds as you began slow, languid strokes. Once the blond was able to get past the sensitivity, he was smirking at you again, those encouraging words beginning to slip from his mouth again. "Mmm~... that's gooood... just like that, baby.."

Your confidence in the whole situation was growing with every word of praise Leon directed at you, leading to your hand beginning to move faster. Slick was pooling into panties now, especially with the way he was looking at you with that blissed out expression.

You must've had your own look going since he felt the need to comment on it. "You like that, mama? Like the weight on my cock in your hand?" You only moaned out in response. "Yeah you do. If only you could see the way you look, fuck- I wish I could take a picture. Those pretty eyes lookin' up at me while you stroke it, pouty lil' lips- shit~..."

Leon let you stroke him for awhile longer before patting your head softly, pulling your hand away from him. "C'mon, love. You're a bit overdressed for this, aren't you?"

Damn, you hadn't even realized you still had your bra and pants on. You made quick work of the bra, reaching back to unhook it before letting it fall forward and off your shoulders.

"Ohh~.. There's my gorgeous girl~.." Leon purred, eyeballing your now exposed breasts, cock twitching as he looked over the hickeys that he'd covered the tops of them with. "Those tits of yours look a bit heavy, mind if I hold 'em for ya?"

The agent chuckled as you clicked your tongue at him, and though you didn't want to, you couldn't help but smile at his joke.

He gently pushed you down back onto the bed by your shoulder, letting you move your legs out before he climbed on top of you again. "At least let me love on 'em for a bit?"

The way he said that almost seemed like he was begging, and maybe he was, but regardless you nodded, blush deepening as he brought his head down to your breasts.

He resumed how he was before when he was on top of you, caging you underneath his broad form. Leon teased you, kissing all around the soft mounds before bringing his right hand up to grope one while he attached his lips to the other, licking and sucking your nipple. Your hands flew up to grip at his hair, needing some sort of register.

"O-oh... Leon- ah~! ..Pl-ease be gentle..." As much as he tried to hold back, he couldn't help how desperate he was to taste and feel all of you; your soft cries of pleasure, the way your voice broke when he rolled his tongue around the perked bud, he wanted it all. Soon he was moaning, nearly whimpering, eyes closed while his mouth swapped from one nipple to the other, making sure both got equal treatment.

Leon had shifted his legs up a bit more, almost sitting on your thighs as he sat hunched over you, hands tight on your waist as he centered his focus on using his mouth to toy with your nipples, cock laying right below your belly button as it weeped onto your stomach. He was soaking you in, in love with how responsive you were, in love with you.

Eventually, you tugged his head away from your tender breasts, his mouth wet with his saliva as he looked at you with a dopey smile.

Leon needed more of you. He needed to taste more of you.

Pulling you to the edge of the bed as he stood, Leon quickly yanked off your pants, tossing them to the side. He took a moment to drink in the sight of you; blush running down to your chest, hickeys covering your upper half, nipples swollen, that beautiful body, panties absolutely soaked. He really wanted to take a picture now.

After the agent finished taking in the scenic view in front of him, he slipped down onto his knees, pulling you by your hips so your legs dangled over the edge.

He sighed contently, placing his hands on the inside of your thighs as you attempted to close them. He wasn't really listening at this point, but he could hear you whimper something about 'not staring at it'.

Alright, Leon won't stare. He'll do you one better.

He planted his face right against your clothed pussy, breathing in your heady scent with a low groan, causing his cock to twitch again. "Ohh-ho hooo.. shit baby~.. that's good..."

You gasped, legs trying to close instinctively again which Leon didn't allow. He was so strong, barely straining to keep you spread wide for him as flattened his tongue against the gusset before closing his mouth around it. His nose bumped against your clit over and over as he moved his head up and down, taking in everything you had to offer through your panties.

Your panties started to irritate the man fast, growling as he had to pull himself away from you to tug them off. He dropped them next to where his knees sat on the floor, making a mental note to take those whenever he left your hotel room.

As soon as your panties were off your body, he threw one of your legs over his shoulder, using his right hand to reach up and spread your pussy lips. You whined again about not wanting him to stare which was cut off with a moan as he moved his thumb to press against your clit and rub in small circles.

"If I wanna look at ya, I'm gonna.. and you're gonna let me too..." Leon slurred slightly, eyebrows furrowing as he watched you clench around nothing with a whimper.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" He rumbled, now stroking his index and middle finger through your folds, spreading slick up to your clit so he could keep massaging it. "You like when I get a little bossy with you, pretty girl? Hm?"

You nodded, eyes shut tight as you balled your fists up in the sheets. "Look at me, mama.. Watch me..." Your eyes opened at his words, teary from the stimulation, and he laughed. "There ya go~.. Watch me devour this sweet little cunt of yours."

His words barely had a chance to register in your clouded head before his face was buried back into your crotch, immediately licking along your folds. He slung your other leg over his shoulder before sliding his tongue around your slit, moaning as slick ran into his mouth. You responded with slurred moans of your own, hands flying back to grip at his hair. You muttered out barely legible nonsense, words almost always cut off by moans and whines as Leon sucked on your clit, nipping at it ever so gently.

The agent hadn't experienced this in so long. You sounded so pretty, tasted so good. You were all his now and he had to make sure you knew that too.

"Taste so good. All mine." He growled into your cunt, wrapping his arms under and over your legs so he could place his hands on your hips, holding you steady to keep you from squirming. "This pussy's all mine." He repeated with a chuckle as he continued to lap at your folds, tongue dipping into your hole.

"L-Leon-! I-...I can't-!" You cried out, tugging at his hair as you tried to pull his face away from you. You were close, it was too much.

Oh he needed this. Leon needed you to cum on his face. He brought his still partially slicked up fingers to your pussy, pulling his mouth away for just a moment while he wet them again with a mix of your slick and his saliva.

Immediately, he placed his mouth over your clit, sucking as he pushed one finger into your dripping hole, drawing a breathy gasp from you.

His finger was quickly buried to the knuckle, wiggling it a bit inside of you before starting to pump it in and out of you.

The combination of feeling Leon's thick finger inside of you, curling to hit just the right spot while sucking on your clit had you tumbling over the edge, choking out a moan as tears spilled from your eyes.

It had been so long since you'd done this with anyone, and even then, no one really took the time to focus on you like this.

Your orgasm racked through your body, legs trembling as you gasped, trying to catch your breath. Leon eased you through it, pulling his mouth away so he could look watch his finger slowly disappear into you repeatedly. Once he pulled his finger out, he sucked it clean, leaning down just a bit to drink you up.

"Mm.. good job, sweetheart.." He sighed, taking the chance to stare at your glistening cunt for a bit longer before setting your legs back down on the bed so he could get up off his knees.

The man sat you up as he crawled onto the bed, holding onto your waist as he moved to sit against the headboard, legs out in front of him. He pulled you up onto his lap, making sure you were in a comfortable position.

"That good, mama?" Leon whispered, running his hands down your arms as his eyes trailed down to where your cunt sat right against his cock.

"Yeah... yeah that's good..." You whispered back, angling your head down a bit as you moved your hips experimentally. You did it again when Leon moaned, his hands moving down to your hips so he could grind you down his dick.

The agent harshly huffed through his nose, watching your puffy lips glide across the length of him. "Damn, that's it baby- grind on my fucking cock... god you're so wet."

You let Leon grind you down onto him, weak and drawn out moans being pulled from your lips every time the head of his dick bumped against your swollen clit. He was so focused on you.

"Lift up for me." He ordered, moving one his hands to pat your thigh. You mindlessly did as he told you, lifting yourself up onto your knees so he could line himself up with your hole.

"Gonna fuck ya good.." The blond grumbled, furrowing his eyebrows as he brought his hand back up so both were on your hips again. "Gonna have ya bouncin' on this cock, baby.."

He slowly pushed you down, both of you moaning in tandem when his head pushed past that tight ring of muscle. He gave you a moment to adjust before pushing you further down, mouth agape as your pussy sucked him in.

Once you were fully seated on his dick, you let out a shaky whine, placing your hands on his pecs for balance even though Leon would make sure to keep you upright.

Giving you more time to adjust, he tightened his grip on your hips, feeling your walls clench around him before relaxing a bit. His breathing was ragged, doing everything in his power not to pound into you right then and there.

Instead, he began to grind you on his cock, moving your hips back and forth. You gasped and moaned, nails digging into the taut muscle on his chest. He couldn't help but moan as well, just the sight of him balls deep in your cunt was enough to have him ragged.

"Okay..." You breathed out, causing Leon to hold your hips still. "Okay.. okay I-.. I'm good.." you nodded, looking down briefly where the two of you sat connected before looking up at his face.

Leon didn't need to be told twice, breathing out a groan as he slowly lifted you up. The head was almost pulled out of you before he sat you all the way back down onto his dick. Your lips made an 'o' as you felt him caress the inside of you, breathing still shaky.

After repeating the process a couple more times, he started to pick up the pace, even meeting you with thrusts of his own.

"God- shit baby-.. fuuuck~.." Leon breathed out, eyebrows furrowed as he focused on bouncing you up and down while timing his thrusts. "Bounce on my cock, mama.. Feel it deep in that pussy?"

He spoke breathlessly, eyes moving from your face down to where his dick drilled into you, almost drooling at the erotic sound of skin slapping and your pussy squelching.

"Uh-huh.." You moaned, moving your hands up to his shoulders so you could start to bounce yourself without Leon's help. "S'good.. ohhhh~.."

"Yeeeaahhh, it's good, huh?" Leon smirked, though it faltered a bit as you ground yourself down onto him again before starting to bounce again. "You love it, don't ya?"

You nodded lazily, tears starting to run down your face again while your legs trembled as they grew tired from the workout. The agent took notice of this, taking it upon himself to start bouncing you again since his hands were still firmly planted on your hips.

"Sing for me, sweetheart. Let me hear my superstar sing." Leon's thrusts turned hard as he felt you clench around him, listening to the way your voice rose again as your sensitivity grew. He filled you in all the right places, like you were made for him.

Your second orgasm made you scream, though it wasn't as loud as you thought considering your voice cracked. Your back arched, pussy clenching around Leon's cock like a vice.

He moved his arms up to wrap around your lower back as it arched, muscles flexing as he pulled you against his chest. He fucked you through your orgasm, thrusting up into you like it's the last thing he'll ever do. You were so overstimulated, tears now streaming down your face as choked out moans were forced out of you.

"Want me to cream this sloppy cunt of yours?" He growled into your ear, only getting a loud whine in response. "Words, use your words, c'mon."

"P-please-!" You managed to stutter out as he pounded into you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders so you could bury your face into his neck, tears dripping onto his exposed skin.

"Fuck- finally..." Leon rasped as he thrust into you for a few seconds longer before he held you firmly down on his lap. He came with a low groan, chuckling at your gasp when you felt him throb and pump you full of cum. "Take it, baby, fucking take it all..."

You both sat unmoving for a long minute, catching your breath before sitting up with a whine as your legs screamed at you and his cock shifted inside you.

The agent eased you off with a hum, watching his cum drip out of you and onto his stomach. You sat back once you felt him spread his legs for you, slotting yourself between them.

"Oh you're just perfect, aren't you? Gonna clean me off?" Leon chuckled when you nodded, sighing when you pressed your face against his cock after laying yourself on your stomach.

You licked a lazy stripe up the length of it, eyes closing as you tasted a mix of your juices and his cum. He placed a hand into your hair, gently combing through it as you sucked the head into your mouth with a soft whimper.

Leon watched with hungry eyes as you sucked on his cock, fitting what you could into your mouth before pulling away to lick him

clean, even going so far as to lick the cum off his stomach that had dripped out of you a minute prior.

"Perfect.. So good for me." Leon muttered out bits of praise for you, petting through your hair once you'd finished and just had his dick pressed against your cheek while you stroked it with your right hand. "My perfect superstar."

You smiled weakly, sitting up and crawling to the side so he could lay down, pulling your back flush against his chest the second you laid down.

The both of you were up early the next morning showering, Leon helping you clean by holding you against the shower wall so he could eat you out.

You had to go in to help your bandmates and crew set up the next stage you'd be performing at, so you gave Leon a tender kiss goodbye, reminding him to call you.

Oh he'll be calling you, right after he calls his boss. He forgot to call out and he already had a couple missed calls from them.

[hereisness]

"You have been such a bad girl" Pt1

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, dom, dirty talk, oral.

PT 1.

English is not my first language be good with me, Ily bratts <3

♥♥♥♥♥♥ :) ♥♥♥♥♥♥

You have gone out with friends that night. But that night wasn't like the rest, you knew very well that Leon was coming home from a mission and you were supposed to be at home for him. But, you didn't. That is why, when you heard your phone ring and saw his name in the screen you felt the adrenaline.

"Yes...?" You said with innocence.

"Where the hell are you?" He growled.

"Oh...Leon it's you. What do you mean?" Chase Atlantic was playing in the background very loud.

"Have you gone to a party knowing damn well that I was arriving today?"

"No way...Were you coming today?" You loved to be playfull and a bratt with him.

He didn't say nothing more and hanged up the phone. The things is that you expected that when you arrived to home in the morning he will be worry about you, like you have been worried about him all those days without him.

You smirked while you were putting your phone back in your purse in order to keep dancing with your friends.

A few minutes later, someone grabbed your arm. You looked at the person, it was Leon, a very mad one.

"H-how? How did you know I was here?"

"I know everything sweetheart. You can't hide from me" He laughed "Plus, your friend isn't able to lie me".

"Rebecca! I'm going to kill her!"

"Don't blame here, I would be scared of me as well. Plus, you're not going to do nothing we're going home" He came closer to your ear "Such a bratty like you are have to pay for her actions".

You felt shivers, you weren't able to think straight while he was walking to you to the street, leaving behind the disco. He had parked in front of the door. He opened the door for you and you felt how everyone were looking at you two.

Once you had put your belt on he closed the door very hard. You thought for a moment if he was doing things like you as hard as that. He get in the car too and start the car. He was driving too fast and he only was able to look at the highway, you were afraid when he didn't say nothing.

"P-please say something".

Nothing.

"Leon?"

Nothing at all. Just the rush.

"Leon, c'mon I perfectly knew that you were arriving today, I just wanted to make you feel the same I feel when you are in your misions".

It was too dark outside. He had to reduce the speed because there was a red light. He stopped the car and started to unzipped her trousers.

"Oh really?" He started to say "You wanted me to feel hard and rigid. Because you are a slut".

He taked out his dick of his boxers.

"And you are just a bratty slut who need to understand how to behave properly".

You were just seeing his dick so long and fat for you. Then you realize that perhaps going out was a bad idea when you could just stay at home and fucked him all night long.

"L-leon" you started to say.

"Shut the fuck up" He said.

He grabbed your hair and put your mouth in his dick and made you suck it. He was taking the lead that he wants. Using you as the toy you were for him. You shouldn't forget that he fucked you whenever and whatever he wanted. Always.

You loved to suck his dick, but he was so strong and needy right know that you put your hand in his thight in order to separate from his cock and took some fresh air. But, he didn't allow you to do that you were just feeling how you started to have tears in your eyes.

"Take it all, slut... You are my slut...Ahh..." He started to moan softly and that was all you need to keep going.

"Holy fuck" He said.

He grabbed your hair even stronger and pushed you more. You were sucking all his dick. His dick was only yours. You were fucking his dick with your throat. The light was already green but he didn't care he wanted to cum in your mouth.

"You have been such a bad girl" He said softly. He stopped to grab your hair. "Now. Show me. Show me how desesperetly you are for my dick".

He wasn't pushing you anymore. That dick was completely yours. You took some air, grabbed that dich with your hand and started to suck like you have wanted to suck those days before. It was so fatty for your small mouth but you could handle it. Plus, his moans were incentives for you.

"Fuck. Yes. Such a good girl sucking my dick like that".

You started to go up and down very quickly. Then, he cummed in your mouth. You swallowed it for him and looked at him in his eyes while you were trying to sit back in your seat.

"Your such a beautiful slut" He clean the saliva in your chin "That is why you have to wait for me at home".

You nodded wanted more from him. Needing his dick inside you.

"But this is not over yet. At home I will put you my cock so inside of you that I will see how it crash against your stomatch".

[cupidscrule]

UNGGH JEALOUS LEON IS SO ^_^

[thepunkranger]

Resident Evil Men: Would They Let You Peg Them?

(18+ only. Shared from my Reddit because Tumblr deserves these headcanons too)

Chris Redfield: No. Chris strikes me as a stone top. Even if he were to agree to bottoming, I doubt it would involve anything going inside of him.

Albert Wesker: 100% no. Might just disintegrate you for even thinking of asking. Despite his leather daddy aesthetic, I think actual penetrative sex with Wesker would be missionary and nothing more.

Billy Coen: Yes. Owns multiple Bad Dragon toys and can take them all. Has lost his taste for the Cuttlefish after the mansion incident, though.

Leon S. Kennedy: 100% yes. Might even buy you the strap-on for it. Super into it. Secretly likes it even more than traditional PiV sex, but you didn’t hear it from him.

Carlos Oliveira: Yes, but he takes a bit of warming up. Didn’t even realize it was an option until he saw a harness at a sex shop. Winds up absolutely loving it, though.

Luis Serra Navarro: 100% yes. Is already bent over for it. Did you want the J Lube or the Gun Oil this time?

Piers Nivans: Yes, but he’s super shy about it. Can’t even handle you mentioning it while out of the house. Also gets super flustered when you grab his ass.

Jake Muller: Surprisingly yes, and is a size queen about it. Will boast that he can take the gaper toys and actually can. If he doesn’t have a belly bulge he doesn’t want it.

Ethan Winters: Yes, but it takes a while. Starts out super uncomfortable with the idea of having anything “up there” but eventually gets curious enough to try. Winds up loving it for the intimacy.

Karl Heisenberg: Yes. Brings it up first and winds up basically heckling you the entire time. Probably makes increasingly improbable dildos out of metal as well.

[jojissalsa]

The Perfect View

leon always notices the little things about you, especially when you hint at wanting something. and if you want a better view, he’ll give it to you.

Warnings: established relationship, dom!Leon x sub!reader, fem reader/gendered language (girl, pretty girl, you get the gist), choking, breeding kink if you squint, praise, filming during sex, a little bit of condescension, basically Leon being a sweetheart and a smug little shit. So just normal Leon.

WC: 2.6k (proofread as well)

hey y’all!!! this is my first leon fanfic/smut i’ve written/posted soooo i’m a lil nervous but hope you guys will like it!! critique, reposts and requests are always welcome <3 (also minors do not interact, go touch grass.)

Leon always loved the little heart to hearts you two would have, or the late night confessions, even if they got a lil horny. It was like talking to your girl-friends, TMI didn’t exist between you guys. The reason was simple, really. He just loved talking to you, loved hearing every thought that swam in that gorgeous head of yours. Tonight was no different, sitting in bed finishing the brownies you baked because he finally came home after a long mission. And because you’re bored without him. “Hold on, elaborate-” His muffled voice came through as he finally swallowed the bite he took, giving you that look. Like he knew you were about to divulge some info he would never let you get away with. Always loved to tease you about everything, remembering little things you tell him because you just have no shame and can never keep a thing from him, just so he can see the blush on your face as you giggle and get all shy. He can’t help it, it’s too cute. “What do you mean I get the best view? Am I not pretty enough for you?” He watched as you rolled your eyes at his dramatic tone, setting down your brownie folded into a napkin in your lap. “No, that’s not what I’m saying, I’d have to be blind to not think you’re gorgeous~” You say it in that lovey dovey voice that makes him wave his hand in an ‘Aww, you~’ kind of way, making you laugh every time, cause he picked it up from you. Typical Leon. “I’m just saying you have the best angles, there’s a difference. Like, when I’m bent over, I have to crane my neck just to look at you, and plus, I can’t even look at the action. I get lucky if we’re in front of a mirror, but usually I just get the view of the floor or the bed.” You chuckle at his intrigued expression, always so eager to learn how you think.”I dunno, I just think it’s hot, watching you move inside me..” You look down at the brownie in your lap with a sheepish smile, a pink hue on your cheeks accompanying it as you look back up to Leon’s raised eyebrows. “What? Too much?” Raising your own eyebrows, hoping you didn’t say something too down bad. “No, no, I get it. I mean, obviously I’m biased, but I do have the perfect view.” He teased, throwing his hands up nonchalantly which makes you playfully swat his arm before going back to whatever you were talking about before.

As per usual, Leon had a hard time forgetting what you said. Well, it’s not like the information was anything new or groundbreaking. He already knew what you liked, you would always look down while he towered over you, watching with bated breath as he stroked his cock, his other hand spreading you open before sliding him over your slit, gathering slick on his cock before slowly stretching you out. So needy, he’d think to himself as you finally inhale and moan as he bottoms out, tilting your head back in bliss. Again, this was nothing new. So when he had you writhing beneath him, lips parted with each sigh and hum, plump and glossy with saliva, he pulled the final piece of clothing off you and smirked at how you spread your legs instinctively. Such a well behaved girl, he praises you in his head, especially when you listen to him as he asks you to flip over, kicking his jeans off as you arch your back and push your ass up and towards him. Now that makes Leon say it out loud, tugging his boxers down and letting them fall down his ankles and onto the floor before getting on his knees behind you. He always takes a second to admire you, how pretty you look as you gasp when he presses his hard cock against your slick cunt, whimpering as you grind against him. But this time he takes another second to look at the nightstand, praying to god he remembered to keep his phone there. He can never think straight when he’s like this, and you’re always to blame, not that he’s complaining. The moan you let out as he slowly pushed himself inside you nearly made his mind go blank, though, that didn’t stop the soft whimper he lets out from the feeling of your wet walls, keeping his cock so damn warm- Focus, Leon. During the small window of letting you adjust to his size he grabs his phone, your closed eyes and blissed out expression telling him he doesn't have to worry about you noticing him slightly leaning to pick it up or why both of his hands aren't on you. Leon, who’s always the perfectionist, making sure the angle is perfect while fucking into you unbearably slow before going at that unrelenting pace you both love, feeling his strong hand move from your hip to your hair as you start to scream into the pillows. "Aww, don't hide, baby, you sound so pretty like that.. Mhm, there you go, let it all out..” And you do, and he swears it’s the most beautiful thing his ears could be blessed with. "Shit, so fucking tight, always make it so damn hard not to cum." It's his favorite thing to do, tilting your head to the side so he can hear how good he makes you feel. "Loosen up a little, that's it, I'm right here.." He just loves to make you go into that syrupy, fuzzy space in your brain where you have no shame or worries, just him, and him alone. Cause that's really all he wants, for that pretty little head of yours to be empty and happy with thoughts of him.

That's when he finally starts recording, letting out a low chuckle as the sinful sound of your whines and gasps mix with his heavy grunts, skin slapping against skin filling their shared bedroom, making the room feel hot and smell of pure sex, continuing to overpower your senses. Everything about Leon overpowers you, he just makes you weak, and it feels so safe. Like a lovesick puppy, always nuzzling against him to smell his musk when he comes home from a long day at work, or wearing his shirts to get a whiff of that cologne that definitely costs more than 2 years worth of your salary. It smells even better when he’s so fucking deep inside you, the scent of his sweat and cologne mixing with the hot air as your ears take in the sound of his downright dirty moans, and the little whimpers he lets out that get louder when he slows down, the tip of his cock kissing your womb so perfectly.

And while you’re under him, babbling about how deep he’s fucking you, completely cockdrunk in a matter of mere minutes, he can't stop thinking about your reaction to his cute little gesture. How tight you'll clench around him when he finally shows you the incredible view you wanted to see. You weren't wrong when you said he gets the best view- sorry, angle, as you so delicately put it. The way your hips instinctively move to meet his, how the fat of your ass jiggles every time it meets his pelvis. Always such a good girl for taking him so deep, and the best part, of course. Your cute cunt milking him dry, he can see how perfectly your pussy molds around his cock, even if he's the biggest you've ever had (and will have) it's still the best sight in the world. It looks even better when you cum around him, your body shaking as you scream his name loud enough for the whole block to hear, pussy gushing on his cock and practically swallowing him whole with how tight you're milking him, like he might leave if you don't hold him tight in your pussy.

So when he feels you getting close, instead of the usual hand between your legs to rub circles on your clit, pushing you over the edge, he just stops recording and grabs a handful of your hair, pulling it from your roots to make into a makeshift ponytail in his fist as he raises your head and moves his phone in front of your face, the sight of his cock slamming into you over and over again playing like it was on loop. Holy shit, was all you think, and say for that matter as you watched the scene play out in front of you, your wide eyes staring straight at where you two connected, watching as you coated his cock with every stroke of your walls. It didn’t take long for you to feel that familiar burn in your stomach, and it showed in how pathetic you looked, and sounded.

Honestly, the thought of him listening to that little thing could've made you cum on its own. The conscious side of your brain saying “Aww, he cares that much to do this for me? I'm the luckiest girl in the world” but what’s really gonna make you cum is the way he's showing you. "Look at that, doll, watch that sweet pussy suck me in, so fucking greedy you just needed to see it while you feel it, hmm?" His growling and whispering in that smug fucking tone that drives you crazy and makes you so wet it’s almost uncomfortable, just envisioning his stupid, signature, cocky grin widening as you clench tighter around him makes your head spin. His hips are still slamming into your cunt, but instead of that sound of skin slapping skin it's somehow even more erotic. That wet, squelching sound just reminding you of how good everything feels, even as your eyes fixate on Leon's phone you can start to feel him hit that sweet spot deep in your velvety walls and it makes you so goddamn weak that all you can muster to do or say is groan and cry out as your eyes roll back momentarily, before you looked at his phone again. “Hear that? Oh, yeah you do. Got that needy cunt so goddamn wet. I did a good job, huh, babe? Yeah I did..” The way he coos at you makes you whimper his name as you get closer with each thrust, coupled with the fact that he went out of his way to time his thrusts with the video sent you right over the edge, not daring to squeeze your eyes shut the way you usually do before cumming hard, screaming and growling until your throat goes hoarse and dry, not even having the energy to thrash and squirm. Just sit there and take it.

Oh, and Leon noticed how much you loved his little gift, he took in everything about your reaction. The way your eyes went wide, your pupils blown out with lust, and the delicious feeling of you tightening on his dick. He twitched as he watched you groan and practically sob about how good it feels, yet no thank you? He wouldn't have that. "Did you just cum? Feels that good, huh? Can't even babble fucking nonsense in my ear, you like it that much? Thank me." He throws his phone somewhere on the bed, leaning down to whisper closer to your ear, his grip leaving your hair to wrap his bicep around your neck. He’s really pulling out all the stops tonight, hmm? "Thank me, 's all I wanna hear from that dirty mouth. You spout all that nasty shit, the least you could do is thank me." And you do, chanting it like a mantra, like he's God himself saving you. "Thank you, fuck, thank you Leon, thank you, oh god-" your voice is just as broken as your sobs and nearly pathetic whimpering and you're rewarded greatly, his arm tightening around your neck, cutting off your air for a few seconds. "Good girl, so sweet, aren't you? Always so grateful, that's why I treat you like the princess you are. So damn pretty, show me how pretty you are, baby.” He makes sure he can see your face as you cum again, a deep groan from his chest rumbling against your back. “There you go, there's that pretty face I love." A pretty face indeed, that cock-drunk expression as you smile and bite your lip until it bleeds, groaning before the knot in your stomach comes undone again, the gasp and moan coming from your lips pornographic. "Le-Leon I'm cumming, fuck, fuck, cumming-" cutting yourself off as you sob and squirm under him, brows frowned as you pout and whimper while he fucks you through your orgasm.

The sounds that leave you makes it impossible for him not to cum, cooing and shushing you as his arm leaves your neck so you can lay that pretty empty head on the soft pillows, stroking your waist in the most tender way, his thrusts becoming sloppy. "I know baby, shhh, it's okay, you can take it, I'm close.. fuck-" you feel his cock kick inside you, the warm feeling of his cum coating your walls. "Fuck, you take it so good, your pussy was made to take my cum.." His filthy words and heavy panting keeps your brain in that hazy state as he slowly pulls out of you, sliding both hands down your waist and to your ass, thumbs sinking into the meat of your pussy as he spreads you open. You try to catch your breath as his cum makes its way out of you, but the air in your throat is swiftly taken from you as you feel his thick fingers push his cum back inside you. “God, I’ll never get tired of seeing that. Seeing my cum leak out of this pretty pussy. My pretty pussy.” His possessive words never fail to make you blush and smile like a madman, because it makes you too happy. You could die happy knowing you’re his.

You finally come down to reality, finding comfort in his arms as they wrap around your waist and gently lay you on your side, keeping you close to his chest. You get that warm, lovely feeling as you hear his string of praises. "Such a good girl, took me so well.. love my sweet girl so much, you deserve the world, don't you, princess?" His soft kisses on your shoulder make your heart flutter, taking a quick look at his smile over your shoulder. The warm feeling in your heart at his loving embrace doesn't last long when you hear him chuckle softly. "Y'know, you're terrible at asking for things.." you shoot him an annoyed glance, rolling your eyes. "Maybe I wasn't asking for anything." You huffed, tilting your head away from his smug look and crossing your arms. You’re also terrible at lying. "Sure, like you don't do that thing where you're just mentioning something in passing, totally not hinting at wanting it." That one gets you, because no one has really noticed that but him. Maybe you were always being subtle, or maybe people didn't care enough. It could be that Leon just sees every little thing you say or do, because he's just so observant. You like to think it's because he's just sooooo infatuated with you. "Fine. I'll give you that one, if you help me to the bathroom." You could barely hide the smirk creeping on your face, clearly happy at the prospect of him caring that much. "Deal." He says sweetly, kissing your cheek before getting up and walking over to your side of the bed to help you into the shower. Count that deep seeded want crossed off the mental bucket list.

[zombiekillerbiceps]

Hide and Seek

Note: I saw Scream 6 last night and remembered I'm attracted to men who want to kill me, beware ye who enter here etc.

Contents: NSFW, 18+, 3k words, LeonxReader, knife kink, home invasion roleplay, cnc with enthusiastic consent, Dom!Leon, ambiguous era, masochist reader, very slight blood, bdsm, hair pulling, choking, rough sex, degradation, threats, crying, insults (bitch, slut, whore), glove kink, boot kink, primal kink (adjacent?), spoilers for Scream 2, no y/n.

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"Yeah okay, so basically she's the mom of one of the killers from the first film," you told him, grabbing another hand full of popcorn, "and what's really fun is their last name Loomis is a reference to the doctor in Halloween, anyways, their whole purpose as killers is to make a point about how people are violent by nature and not because of movies, and how people are more likely to kill because the media glorifies murderers."

"You really like these movies, huh?" Leon asked.

He was, admittedly, a little bit bored. Slasher flicks never did it for him. But what he had was an opportunity to cuddle up on the couch with you and watch you get passionate about something.

Passionate was definitely one way to describe it. The way your breath quickened during the chase scenes and the way your mouth hitched up into a smile whenever Ghostface caught a victim didn't go unnoticed by him. When Ghostface was taunting the victims over the phone, your eyelids got a little heavy, your face a little red.

"What's your favourite part about them?" He asked, watching for your reaction.

You take a long moment to ponder it. The way they act as a mirror to the cultural zeitgeist of the time, reflecting fears, values, and cinema of the era was up there. The kills were always legendary too, just really brutal. But if you were being honest with him?

"The chase," you admitted, your cheeks reddening just a bit.

You two finished out the movie, and because it was your turn for Movie Marathon Night, you put on Scream 3. Leon waited until the moment when Ghostface was stalking a victim through their home before leaning close to you.

"I could do that to you," he said, his voice a low roll.

Your breath hitched in your throat, surprised and immediately turned on at the rumble of his voice. You looked up at him.

"Yeah?"

"If you wanted me to."

You thought about it. Leon's heavy boots on the hardwood floor, his strength contested against yours, the glint of a blade against your throat...

"I definitely like the sound of that." You agreed, and then, sheepishly, "I like the knife too."

"I know," he said, and you burned in embarrassment.

It was a few weeks later that you were putting groceries away, the whole conversation (disappointingly) forgotten, when your phone rang.

Unknown Caller

Your eyebrows cinched together in confusion. Who could be calling you? You propped the fridge door open with your hip and answered the phone.

"Hello?" You ask, reaching over to the counter to grab the carton of eggs.

"Hello, sweetheart." The voice on the other end was deep, a little raspy.

"Leon?"

"Wouldn't you like to find out," Leon the Caller responded. "Do you want to play a game?"

"That's Jigsaw," you teased, excitement bubbling up in your stomach.

He didn't answer for a while. Long enough to make you double check the call wasn't dropped.

You pulled the phone back from your ear.

Still on. Full bars.

"Did I ruin the-"

"You didn't answer my question," he said, slowly, sharply.

You grin. "Okay, I'll play."

"Excellent. How about hide and seek?"

"What?"

"I'll give you ten seconds to find a place to hide, and then I'll come find you."

"Are you home right now?" You ask, straining your ears to hear anything in the house.

"Ten."

"What if I find you first?"

"Nine."

A prickle of fear slid up your back. His voice was sharp, serious. You'd never heard it like that before, and it made it so easy to believe that he wanted to hurt you.

You leave the kitchen, pace getting quicker as you scan for places to hide.

"Eight."

The coat closet was too small. The linen closet where you kept the board games too obvious.

"Seven."

Was he in the house? Do you lock the door to keep him out or does that just trap you?

"Six."

You start up the stairs at a creeping pace to keep quiet, thinking you could probably slip into the bathroom unnoticed if you were quiet enough. The stair creaked under your weight.

"Five. You'll have to be quicker than that, sweetheart." The taunting in his voice was unbearable. Smug, confident, and a fully loaded threat all at once.

A spurt of adrenaline. Your body is bolting up the stairs before you can think better of it.

"Come on," he groaned. "Too loud. You're making this too easy for me."

Your hands turn the bathroom knob and he chuckled over the phone.

"The bathroom? Really? A second-story dead end. You're smarter than this. Three."

"Shut up," you sputter out, pulling the door open defiantly.

He's standing there behind the opaque shower curtain. He tears it open, prying it off the bar entirely. He's wearing a tight black t-shirt and tactical cargo pants, tucked into military boots. You don't miss the knife holster on his shoulder, or the black gloves on his hands. His icy blue eyes meet yours and he feigns disappointment.

"Two," he says, over the phone and to your face. His voice is ice cold. He steps out of the shower slowly. Purposefully.

You expect the heavy boots to make some kind of noise, but he moves like a fucking ghost.

"One."

He drops the phone and charges.

You slam the door just before he meets it. His body slams into it and you feel the force shudder through the door and into you. You hear the doorframe crack. He didn't even have a lot of time to gain momentum, that was just his raw strength. Real adrenaline is floods your brain.

You turn tail and run faster than you've ever run before. The bathroom door swings open behind you. He's catching up with easy, effortless strides.

You make it to the bedroom and slam the door behind you. Your hands shaking as you go to turn the lock.

The doorknob moves under your hands. It won't lock if it's half turned. You struggle with it, fighting with both hands, your sweaty palms making it hard to get a grip.

You manage to wrestle it back just long enough to lock it.

Silence.

You back away from the door, your hands shaking. Your breath comes in quick, harsh breaths. Just when you start to relax, hard pounding at the door kicks you off again. Again. Again. Again again again again - he's going to break the fucking door down!

Silence.

You hear something metallic touch the doorknob. Something pops. It starts to turn.

You do the only think you can think of and dive underneath the bed.

The door swings open. You watch his boots, massive and impossibly fucking quiet cross the threshold.

"Sweetheaaart," he coos. "You don't think you can really hide from me, do you?"

You gently put your hand over your mouth and nose to muffle the sounds of your shaky, terrified breath.

You watch as he crosses over to your shared closet. He opens it. Then, with the unhurried confidence of someone who knows they'll get what they want eventually, he turns. One step, then another, he walks towards your hiding place.

His boots stop just shy of the bed. Just inches from your face. Impeccably polished, but undeniably beat up.

You hear the rustle of fabric. He tosses the blankets on to the ground, blocking your view.

This was bad.

You could just barely hear him cross over to the other side but, from the angle you were at under the bed, couldn't see it. For a painfully long moment, nothing happens. You debate bolting for the door.

A hand wraps around your ankle!

He begins to pull you out from under the bed, the leather of his gloves giving him grip against your bare skin.

"No!" You cry out, instinct taking over. You kick at him and he releases you.

You scurry out from under the bed, fighting against the blankets in your way. You hear him step up onto the bed as you come out from under it. You half- crawl, half- run towards your escape, looking back to see him jumping down, completely unbothered. Your legs are unsteady, everything in your body just trying to get away without really thinking about how.

You brace yourself against the door frame and use it to propel you forward.

His hands are on your shoulders, yanking you against him.

You struggle in vain, a massive arm wrapping around your waist. Your hands try to pry his grip off your hips but his gloved hands don't move. You try to find purchase on the ground but he lifts you until your toes can just barely touch.

He isn't even breathing hard, you realize.

This is easy for him.

"Let me go!" You are try to sound defiant but the high pitch of your voice betrays your fear.

"Let me go isn't our safe word," he says in your ear. You feel him relax against you a little, only just enough to hold you in place.

"Fuck you," you take advantage of his kindness and work your way out of his grasp. You dash for the stairs again but don't even make it a couple of steps before there's a sharp pain in your skull.

A gloved hand is gripping the hair at the base of your head. Electricity echoes through you. You whimper, body freezing up at the pain.

He's almost dragging you backwards. Your body hits another wall, hard enough to make your head spin.

Leon's hand is on your throat. His eyes are wild and dark, and you can tell by the way his gaze rakes over your body that he likes the chase just as much as you do.

His free hand reaches up to pull his knife from it's holster on his shoulder.

You forgot about that.

Your pulse roars in your ears, your body squirming against his grip on your neck. He tightens his grip. For a few seconds, everything becomes light and airy. Then he relaxes, and the oxygen floods back into your brain with a rush of endorphins.

"If you keep squirming like that, I'm going to really hurt you." Fuck, his voice so low and threatening... It genuinely scared you, and the fear just made him hotter.

Sharp, unforgiving features tower over you as he brings the knife point to your abdomen. He traces the hemline of your pants before tucking the curved blade under the hem of your shirt. He pressed in enough that the skin bends beneath the blade, threatening to slice open if you move.

"No," you whimper. "Please don't."

He pulls the knife away, eyes softening and meeting yours.

"No isn't our safe word," he says, but this time there is no mocking tone. His gaze is gentle, genuine, asking a question without asking it.

The fear settles in your brain as you meet his eyes. He would never hurt you if you didn't want him to, you trusted him with your life. The vulnerability is given willingly, as much as you act like it's being taken.

This makes you bold. You spit in his face, trying to turn your thrilled grin into a snarl and failing.

"Fuck. You."

Your spit runs down his cheek. His features harden. He looks like he could fucking kill you.

"You little bitch," he mutters through gritted teeth.

The knife is there against your skin again, a cold pinpoint threat. And then it's gliding up your body, tearing your shirt with it. He pushes the knife back into its holster and stares at you, exposed and cold.

Then he's wrestling you to the ground. You try to resist until your muscles ache with the effort. He does it easily anyways. If his combat training didn't tell him exactly how to manhandle you like a doll, he would still easily overpower you.

One hand pins you down by your back, while his other tears painfully at your denim shorts. You struggle against him, lifting your hips and "accidentally" making it easier for him to drag them off you.

"You're making it too easy for me," Leon taunts you. You try to get to your knees but he pushes you back down with a mocking tsk.

"Oh, look at this," he says. You feel the leather of his gloves pressed against your hole. He drags a finger down your slit, smearing the slick with ease. "Act like you don't want it, but this tells a different story."

Two fingers push into you. Hard. You're wet enough that it's easy for Leon to pump in and out of you, whimpers spilling from your lips. Usually, he would curl his fingers inside you, hitting the spot that made you white hot. But this time? Nothing. He pumps his fingers in and out of you almost intentionally avoiding making you feel good. He was just making a show of you. Playing with you like a toy. Taunting you with every wet push inside you.

Then his fingers are gone. He releases his hold on you to adjust his weight. You hear his zipper.

You wonder how far you can take this.

You drag yourself forward, actually managing to almost get to your knees this time. He lets out a noise of surprise before you feel two hands on your thigh, dragging your bare skin against the hardwood floor. You whimper in pain, and then he's on you again.

"Stop it. A bitch should know when she's been beat," his voice was heavy in your ear. He wrapped an arm around your neck, choking you and using your shoulders as leverage all at once.

You could feel his cock against your ass, so hard it must hurt. His free hand lines it up with your cunt, the tip just dipping into you. He groans with self restraint.

"Ready, sweetheart?"

"Please," you beg quietly, as if asking for it too loudly would break the scene.

He thrusts in one, smooth motion. His cock pushes into you, painfully stretching your cunt around him. His bicep flexes next to your face, using your body to pull himself deeper.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me." He buried his face into your shoulder, whimpering into the torn fabric of your t-shirt. "Such a little slut."

He sets the pace hard and fast at first. Your high builds quickly, legs shaking beneath him, biting into his arm hard enough to leave marks. The pain only makes him rougher with you, fucking into you hard and sharp.

"Such a fucking slut, you like when I take you like this?" You whimper a response, nodding against him. "Yeah you do. Fucking whore."

He adjust his position, fucking you faster. His breath is hard and heavy, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, you take me so well. Fucking." His babbling became almost incoherent, a sting of curse words and praise and humiliation, but you didn't care. It was enough just hearing him talk to you, grunting words between thrusts and moans, pushing into you. Closer, closer.

"Fuck, you about to come for me baby?" He can feel you tighten around his cock. "Stop fighting it. Come on, come on me like the little bitch you are."

It's enough to send you over the edge, whimpering as you come so hard it almost fucking hurts. He rides it out with you, slowing but never stopping. You try to catch your breath.

"Fuck, Leon," you manage. "That was so good."

"Don't think I'm done with you yet," he mutters, driving his hips into you a little harder.

You cry out, body over stimulated, the adrenaline crash rendering you weak and shaky. He keeps a slow pace, but he pushes into you as deep as he can go, almost threatening to push through you.

"It's too much," you whine.

He laughs at you. Then you hear the knife unbuckle again. You're too exhausted to even pretend to fight back, the cold tip tracing your back.

It bites into your skin, sharp and painful. And then it drags up, the sensation like fire on you. It traces your ribs, up to your shoulders. You can feel a thin line of blood drawn from its tip in the round of your shoulder while Leon keeps fucking into you at that slow, tortuous pace. You're too sensitive, the pain too much. Tears start to collect in your eyes. Tension starts to build in your abdomen again.

Leon switches to the dull side but digs it in enough to make you whimper. He keeps fucking you slow, deep, coaxing you deeper and deeper with his sultry voice.

Your cunt starts to tighten around him again and even that hurts. You sniffle, fat tears rolling down your cheeks.

Leon works the dull side of the knife against your throat and that alone is enough to almost drive you over the edge. His body hot and heavy on top of you, both of you sweating and moaning.

"You still with me, sweetheart?" He asks, his voice shaking slightly.

"Mhm. Are you?"

"Ohh yeah," he confirms. He ducks his head closer to the other side of your neck, and you work a hand up into his hair, holding him close. You surprise him by pulling his hair, some part of you hoping it will get a rise out of him, but it doesn't. The same slow, deep pace. Pain danced with pleasure, arousal and discomfort tightening in your stomach, threatening to overcome you.

"Cry all you want baby," he groans in your ear, "it's just going to make me fuck you harder."

It's a promise. His hips snap into you harder, dragging out another climax so hard you're left breathless.

He doesn't stop. He doesn't even let you catch your breath this time. He's stopped talking now, his breath hard and fast in your ear. You try to tell him it hurts but you can only stutter pathetically beneath him.

He pulled himself into you, threat of the knife ever present against your throat. Your body felt like it was on fire.

"I can't, I can't, Leon-" you manage to plead, your body working up to another orgasm.

"I didn't fucking ask if you could," he groans in your ear.

That sends you over the edge again, crying out as your cunt clamped down around his cock. Your body shakes uncontrollably, tears fall down your cheeks as your breath comes in moaning sobs.

You can feel his cock spasm inside you, spreading you more with each pulse. His cum is so hot it feels like it could burn you, his hips fucking it deeper into you as he rides through his high. Eventually, he slows to a stop.

You lay there like that on your hallway floor for a moment, before Leon released the knife with a clatter and rolls off of you.

Still shaking, you curl up to him He wraps his arms around you and you feel undeniably safe. Of course you do, you couldn't do all that with just anyone.

"Got a little carried away there," he admitted with a soft laugh.

"Yeah, I think you liked it more than I did," you joked back with a shaking voice.

He peppers the top of your head with gentle kisses.

"Are you still doing okay?" He asks. You nod against him.

"Sore. Overwhelmed."

"Let's get you into a bath, then how about we watch some TV together?"

"Yeah," you agree, kissing him. "That sounds good."