#leon is the mom/tired breed

[quotidian-oblivion]

All the knights of Camelot are Gryffindor.

[lipglossanon]

What You Do To Me (No One Knows)

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Stepdad!Leon S Kennedy x fem!reader-part 2

(Part 1)

(Part 3)

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, mean Leon, bully Leon, fem!reader, stepcest, unprotected sex, dirty talk, daddy kink, breeding kink, oral (f receiving), slight dubcon, pussy slapping, choking, spit kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation

Not proofread so ignore any mistakes! It’s straight up nasty from the get go, so be forewarned 😈 hope you guys like it 🫣

Title from the song No One Knows by Queens of the Stone Age

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Leon has fucked you dumb at this point. You don’t know how many times he made you cum on his cock, but he has yet to let up. 

“Such a pretty pussy and s’all mine right baby?” 

You nod tiredly, “Y-yeah daddy.”

“Such a good girl,” he groans, grinding his cock deeper into your cunt and settling. 

He pins you to his bed—your mother’s bed—, chest pressed along your back as he slowly continues to fuck into you. He presses a hot kiss against your neck, nipping at the skin before dragging his mouth up to your ear. 

“If you’re tired baby, you can go to sleep,” he nips the tip of your ear, “s’okay to just keep using you, right?”

You moan weakly, hips arching into him while your hands twist in the sheets. 

He laughs at you, “You like that, sweetheart? Yeah you do. Just let me use you whenever I want, huh.”

“We can’t,” you hiccup even as your pussy clamps down harder on Leon’s dick. 

His hands come up to slot his fingers in between yours, pressing your palms flat onto the bed as he ruts into your wet cunt harder.  

“Sure we can,” he coos, dropping a kiss onto your hot cheek, “your mom is gone all the time and daddy gets so lonely, sweetheart. Lucky for me, I got a wet little hole ready and waiting just down the hall.”

Your eyes roll back as an orgasm hits you out of nowhere, walls convulsing and clenching down on Leon’s cock. 

“Damn baby, that’s it, cum on my cock,” he groans, slowly circling his hips to grind deeper into your wet heat. 

You can faintly hear an alarm going off but you’re so dizzy on the comedown you’re not sure. 

Humming, Leon sucks a bruise into your neck.

“Guess it’s morning already,” he sucks another bruise next to the one he just left. 

He pulls out of you with a soft groan; the empty feeling makes you whine before you can catch yourself. 

“Baby, I’m coming right back,” he soothes, walking to the other side of the room. 

Picking up his phone, he turns off the alarm. The realization that you’ve been fucking Leon all night leaves you dizzy while you shakily raise up on your hands and knees. When you turn over to your front, his cum oozes out of your sore pussy and drips all over the sheets. 

You hiss in discomfort and slowly scoot to the edge of the bed. Unbeknownst to you, Leon watches your every move with sharp eyes. 

“Going somewhere, sweetheart?”

You pull your attention away from your throbbing lower half to look over at him. 

“I need to clean up,” you fidget under his dark stare. 

He walks back over and kneels in front of you. 

He rubs your calves with gentle hands, “I understand. Such a messy girl, but you’re my messy girl, right?”

You duck your head but give a shaky nod. 

“Then daddy needs to clean you up,” his voice deepens to a low rumble as he grabs your legs and pulls them over his shoulders. 

You gasp out as you find yourself flat on your back with Leon between your thighs, hungrily eating your pussy. 

“Nooo,” you whine, reaching down to push him away. 

Ignoring you completely, he grabs your wrists to pin them to the bed. You try to buck your hips but it only lets him dip his tongue deeper into your leaky cunt.  

“Stop,” your voice warbles, “it’s too sore.”

Leon pulls his face away just enough to speak, “I’m just cleaning you up, sweetheart. Stop being a little brat before I get upset.”

A broken gasp escapes your lips at the intense look on his face. 

“Now say sorry.”

“Sorry.”

“Please eat my pussy.”

“P-please eat m-my pussy,” your eyes water at the dull throb of arousal pulsing in your clit. 

His lips curl in a smile but it does nothing to instill comfort. 

“Good girl, now you gonna behave for me?”

“Uh-huh,” your breath shudders out as you agree. 

“Good,” Leon croons, eyes drifting from your face down the line of your body. 

He spits on your pussy and follows the line of drool down the puffy, abused lips of your cunt. Groaning, he buries his face back between your legs and eagerly fucks his tongue in your hole. He eats the mess he left inside, cum and slick dripping down his chin. 

“Such a sweet little cunt,” he praises.

You mewl, feeling a gush of wetness at his words. 

“C’mon, give me more, sweetheart,” he slips a couple of fingers into you, coaxing your hole to spread open for his mouth. 

Leon laps and sucks at your clit, moaning against the sensitive bundle like he can’t get enough of you or your taste. Your mind goes hazy from the overstimulation and pleasure and by the time your orgasm washes over you, you’re a boneless mess. 

You must drift off from sheer tiredness because when you come to, you’re lying on your side in the center of the bed—body feeling sore and used. Leon’s palm is covering your mouth, the other hand holding onto your rib cage, as his hips piston in your wet pussy. 

You realize he’s mumbling and panting into the skin of your shoulder. 

“Been wanting this for so long. Don’t even know how many times I thought of you when fucking her.”

He nips the skin then runs his tongue over the mark. You’re so sore and tired and yet you like how Leon’s cock constantly bullies into your cunt. He’s ruining your pussy… but you still want him to fuck you more—deeper, harder. 

“Pictured you under me, begging me to fuck you, crying cause you can’t take it,” he groans, “love when you cry, gets me so hard, baby.”

Your walls flutter around his cock as you moan a high whispery sound behind his palm. His quick thrusts turn into slow, deep rolls so his fat cock keeps your hole stretched out. 

“Finally awake, sweetheart?” he laughs meanly in your ear. 

His hand drags from your side up to tease and flick your nipples, “Been so good for me, baby. Keeping me all snug and warm as I fill this needy pussy over and over again.”

You clench down as he pinches and tugs on your nipples. He strokes his fingers over the hard buds as he sloppily kisses your neck and shoulder. He moves his palm away from your mouth to cup your neck. 

“S’too much,” your hands scratch at his forearms, “please.”

A slap rings out before you can register it, the sting of Leon’s hand imprinted on your pussy. Your legs kick out as he smacks your cunt again. He brings his hand back up to tug harshly at your nipples. 

“Behave,” the hand on your neck tightens, “and let me finish, sweetheart.“

The hand teasing your breasts slips down your body to softly rub your overly sensitive clit. Even as tired as you are, you thrash a little in Leon’s grip from the too much feeling his fingers are causing. 

He doesn’t stop or change, just keeps rubbing and stroking your clit as his cock fucks deep into your body. 

“C’mon, you can cum for me one last time,” he’s the devil in your ear, coaxing more from your spent body than you can give.

Tears drip from your eyes as you sob. 

“I’m gonna cum. You’re gonna make me cum again, L-Leon.”

Your orgasm is syrupy and slow, but it hits you so hard you can feel the muscles in your thighs seize. Your eyes roll back as you feel slick spill from your pussy, drenching everything below your waist. 

“Fuck me,” Leon gasps like he’s out of breath, “perfect, so fucking perfect baby. Squirting all over my  cock.”

His voice trails off into a low groan as he cums inside you, burying himself as deep as he can get. His hand moves from your clit to hold your side as he rocks his hips into you softly. The warm sensation of his cum spurting inside your cunt makes you weakly squeeze down on his dick. You feel hot all over. 

“Such a good girl,” he laughs, “you got me hooked, baby. Can’t wait to fuck you stupid again.”

You’re bone tired, body feeling like jello, so you only whine in reply. As he pulls out, you both moan at the feeling. He tugs your shoulder to roll you over on your back. 

He smiles down at you, eyes hungry and mean. 

“The way we’re going, might accidentally knock you up, sweetheart.”

Your eyes widen with shock even as your pussy thrums with sick want, “N-no. I can’t— it’s wrong.”

He mockingly pouts at you as he brushes a stray tear away, “I said might baby. ‘M not trying to breed your little pussy. It just might happen is all.”

He slips a couple of fingers into your used cunt and fucks the cum slipping out back into your sore hole. 

“Gonna make that birth control of yours work extra hard.”

You’re left speechless as he pulls away and stands up. 

“Go get cleaned up, sweetheart. I’m gonna order some food,” he grins at you, eyes crinkling and fond. “Then we can finish that movie we started.”

You raise up and nod, still feeling unmoored. 

“Don’t look like that, honey,” he murmurs, tilting your chin up. 

He kisses you, soft and slow, slipping his tongue into your mouth to tease alongside your own. He pulls back and drops a kiss on your cheek. 

“I’m gonna take good care of you, okay?”

You nod again, feeling shy. 

He tsks, “Words, baby.”

“Okay, daddy.”

His eyes sweep down your body, taking in all the teeth marks and bruises. He kisses you again, harder and insistent. He cups your breasts and squeezes. 

“Lay back, sweetheart,” he whispers against your lips, “gonna eat you out one more time.”

You moan, “I’m so sore though.” 

“I know, I know, baby,” he shushes you with more kisses, “just let me eat you out and I’ll let you go get cleaned up.”

You sigh into his mouth, “O-okay. Last time?”

He hums, “Yeah, just want you to cream all over my tongue one more time, sweetheart.”

You reach up to run your hands through his hair, “‘kay, thank you.”

His eyes soften for a moment, “Of course.”

He kneels on the floor and brings your legs over his shoulders. Leon drags the broad flat of his tongue across your hot, soaked pussy. 

You sigh out in pleasure as he places sloppy kisses to your clit over and over making your legs twitch. Your hands come down to tangle in his messy hair. 

He grunts and moans, pushing his mouth further into your pussy. His nose rubs against your clit, tongue flicking and stroking in and out of your hole. You grip his hair and ride his face, shaking and moaning. You can hear him jerk off while he tongue fucks your pussy and it makes you even wetter. 

Twisting your head to the side, you can see him fisting his thick, swollen cock. His knuckles are shiny with precum as he fucks his hand in a tight grip. Your clit throbs with want. You tug his hair harder, trying to get his attention. 

“D-daddy,” you mewl, “in me, in me please.”

His eyes are barely blue when he pulls back from eating you out. 

“What is it, baby?” He rasps, voice husky. 

“In me, please. Want to feel you,” you arch your hips. 

He doesn’t stop pumping his hand, but he slows to soft teasing strokes on his dick. 

“Hmm but I thought you were sore, baby?”

You nod but grasp at his shoulders, trying to pull him up. 

“I am, but it looks like it hurts”, you bite your lip. 

He huffs a laugh, “It does, but I don’t wanna hurt my sweet girl.”

“Go slow,” you bargain, clit pulsing as you watch him stroke his cock. 

“Yeah? Okay then,” his voice is low and wanting, “s’what my girl asked for after all.”

Leon raises up and presses your knees to your chest; his cock nearly bottoming out as he sinks into your warm, welcoming hole inch by inch.

Your hands scratch and claw at his broad shoulders, head tossed back with how intense it feels to be fucked again so soon. Leon pulls out and slowly sinks back in, never changing tempo as he buries himself in your pussy over and over. 

It feels so good, but it’s not enough. 

“Please,” you whimper, legs twitching against Leon’s hands. 

“Please what? Is it too much?”

You shake your head back and forth, “Daddy, please.”

He bottoms out, cock so deep you’re gasping for air. 

“Like that?” He smirks down at you.

“Yess,” you whine, “more, please”

He slowly pulls out and presses in deep; he does it again and again, getting quicker with his thrusts until he’s railing you into the bed. 

You’re openly crying now. He’s rubbing and pinching your clit as he fucks his cock deep into your pussy. He has you squealing every time the head presses against your cervix. 

“Right there?”

You only choke on a whine, eyes rolling back in your head. 

He groans, “‘m really gonna breed you deep this time, sweetheart.”

You moan, mind completely whited out by pleasure. 

“Breed me, daddy, please,” you’re babbling, not thinking at all of what you’re saying. “Want you to cum in me.”

One of his hands moves from your leg, to wrap around your throat. 

“Say it again,” he squeezes your neck. 

“Breed me,” you’re drooling, spit leaking down your chin, “want daddy to breed my pussy.”

“Yeah? Want me to knock you up? Cum all in this sweet little pussy?”

Your cunt spasms as your back arches. 

“Want it, want you to cum in me, please!”

His hand tightens on your neck. 

“Open up, sweetheart.”

Your bleary eyes look into his face as you drop your mouth open. He spits directly onto your tongue. Moaning, you swallow and quickly open your mouth again. 

Leon’s hand clenches around your throat and he drools into your open mouth. Moaning, you swallow his spit down your throat. 

“Knew if I fucked you good enough, you’d want it,” Leon groaned, “now you’re just a cock hungry little slut, huh.”

You barely hear him over the roar of blood in your ears as you shake apart from the longest orgasm of your life. He squeezes down on your throat as your nails dig into his shoulders to the point of breaking skin. It’s a kaleidoscope of feelings as your walls clench rhythmically around Leon, urging him to spill inside you. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants under his breath, “gonna drain me dry, sweetheart.”

You gasp what little air you can and Leon releases your neck as he fills your pussy again. His thrusts stutter into your pliant body as rope after rope of hot cum fills your squelching cunt. Your walls clench repeatedly around the thick cock splitting you open. His dick throbs and kicks inside you as your hole keeps milking him for every last drop of cum. He lets out a low moan as he continues to finish inside you. 

Your throat feels raw as you try to catch your breath. Leon drops his forehead onto your clavicle, panting into your skin. A sharp sting followed by wet suction makes you tense as he leaves another bite mark. He lifts his head up to look at you. 

“So good baby,” Leon kisses you, nipping your bottom lip, “I’d say you earned a break.”

You feel floaty, thoughts drift in and out with no purchase in your mind. You smile at him and bring him down for another kiss. 

“Thank you, daddy.”

[pokemontrashfics]

Hey, I really like the stuff you write and I wanted to know if you have any personal headcannons for the gym leaders + leon??? They don’t have to relate to anything in game I just thought it would be cool to see what you think of them! :)

Headcanons for the gym leaders and Leon

This is pretty open ended so I decided to list five headcanons for each of them 

Milo:

Has a blog dedicated to his wooloo 

Names every wooloo in his gym and loves them like his own wooly children 

The trainers in his gym also help out on the farm

He started weight training in his early teens. That coupled with working on a farm means he’s buff as hell 

Has a beautiful garden in his backyard separate from the farm. Donates the fresh produce to food banks. 

Nessa:

Workaholic, she’s married to her jobs 

Spends so much time on the trains she could navigate them asleep 

Also Galar’s regional swimming champion

To de-stress she goes out into the wild area and doesn’t let anyone contact her for a week 

She’s been dying her hair since she was thirteen 

Kabu: 

Misses Hoenn a lot, but loves his new home in Galar

Got into Pokemon breeding when he was younger, but never made a career out of it

Received his first Pokemon at birth, his parents wanted someone to help babysit so they got him a torchic and it grew up with him. 

He was really sad when he had to leave his Blaziken behind when he moved, but he still gets to visit sometimes 

He may or may not have smuggled it across the border and it may or may not be living in his house 

Allister: 

He’s understandably, not too focused on school at the moment so his grades aren’t the best. He has a gym to run.

He used to be scared of ghosts when he was a baby, but his parents had a ghastly and it helped babysit him so he got used to it pretty fast 

Bea is his best friend, they have a lot of common interests and he doesn’t find her company to be too stressful

His Gengar lets him ride on its shoulders when he gets tired 

His Pokemon are very protective of him 

Bea:

Has been learning various martial arts since she was old enough to walk 

Her favorite is Jiu Jitsu it’s one of the arts that requires the most care to not… accidentally kill your opponent. 

She’s really good at poker, her tells are very subtle and she’s aware of them so she can repress them 

Someone was stupid enough to try to pickpocket her once, she didn’t hurt them but the fire in her eyes was enough to send them running. 

She’s a straight A student 

Opal: 

She was an incredible actress in her youth, her films are considered classics in Galar (think audrey hepburn) 

She has an incredibly high alcohol tolerance. Don’t challenge Opal to a drinking contest she will win. 

Despite having nostalgia for the music of her youth, she has an affinity for Panic! At the Disco

She goes all out for Christmas (or the Pokemon universe equivalent) 

She treats Bede like the son she never had 

Bonus: she smacked Rose in the face with her umbrella before he went to prison. Bede told her about vibe checks 

Melony: 

When her children were in school, she was on the PTA and she wasn’t having any of the bullshit from the other moms. “Shut up, Karen, no one cares that Braxteynn stopped breastfeeding at five.”

Fights antivaxxers tooth and nail. Has been known to sick her Lapras on antivax parents. 

Even though she and Gordie had a fight, she still sends him Christmas (or equivalent?) cookies every year

Kabu is her best friend, they have similar tastes in music and movies 

She’s at a point in her life where she’s stopped caring about other people’s opinions and finds it very liberating.

Gordie

Has a tiktok dedicated to his pokemon

Loves puns and makes them constantly

Goes hiking to unwind

Played soccer as a kid - he was really good at it and could have pursued it as an adult 

Secretly misses his mom a lot 

Piers

Loves zigzagoon with all his heart 

Takes so many pictures of sleeping zigzagoon, his phone is full of them 

Saved all of Marnie’s baby pictures they’re in an album on his coffee table 

Has a pet perrserker that sleeps on his chest at night 

His diet is a disaster. He subsists mostly on pizza rolls and frozen burritos 

Raihan 

Has a secret meme account 

He didn’t do super well in school, he’s really really bad at math

He really wishes more gym challengers would make it to Hammerlocke, he gets bored 

He took up mountain biking for fun, both as exercise and a way to kill the boredom 

Since Rose is in prison, he runs the power plant now 

Leon 

Breeds pokemon for good stats 

Enjoys the battle tower so much more than being champion 

When he was the champion, he did a lot of traveling to other regions so he’s seen lots of different species of Pokemon 

He saw Arceus in a dream once, he never told anyone about it 

Despite being a disaster with directions, he’s really good with technology. He can fix just about anything.

[alolanrain]

What I love a lot about Not So Secretly Married!au is that there can be so many endings to it.

Raihan accidentally slipping up and calling Ash sweetheart when both get caught out on the streets together by a reporter, they were window shopping for Dawn and Zoeys wedding gift because the girls are finally tying the knot, and Ash had said something sweet yet a little embarrassing so Raihan didn’t notice until everyone paused aroudn them and Raihan’s brain does a quick reboot before he’s basically picking up Ash and either jogging away or full on sprinting.

They just don’t bother telling anyone besides who was there as testaments at the paper signing, like Delia and Nessa because Raihan doesn’t trust his mom or Rose with anything anymore about his personal life, and suddenly everyone’s shocked because Ash is leaning up on his tippy toes and calling Raihan all these affectionate nicknames and how Ash is gonna kick the man’s ass if he doesn’t bend down and give him a freaking kiss I swear to Arceus Raihan- 

My favorite one I thought of so far is that before quarantine forces the airports to shut down flights Ash convinces Raihan to grab his Pokémon along with the ones he’s breeding and bring them up to Kanto so that it would just be Ash and him with their multitude of Pokémon to take care of. Raihan of course is like “spending months of alone quality time with my husband? Who I haven’t seen in like months? When we have literally little to no paper work to do because all leagues are shut down? no one that they might accidentally come out to? AND Team Rocket not coming in and ruining our alone time? Sign me the FUCK UP!!!” And skedaddles up to Kanto to a very happy bunch of Pokémon and an even happier husband who basically jumps Raihan in the damn giant driveway of their literally castle.

Ash still is in contact with the other Champions for safety reasons and to work with their scientists to get a vaccine going and figured out. Raihan is usually outside in the giant maze garden training or just helping keep the Pokémon well kept, something that he actually finds really relaxing besides hiking and reading poems and old history books, so he’s not around for anyone to spot him and make connections. This doesn’t stop the Champions from making this live FaceTime group thing where other people can long on and just watch the other Champions convers with each other and joke, hopefully bringing some calmness and general lack of fear to the people of the world because COVID will pass in time and people just need to adhere to the rules set in place and keep clean. The only big down side is that Ash and by extension Lance couldn’t get the call started later in the day with them, since everyone’s around the worlds and time zones are so different a few people would have to wake up at some extreme early or late times, this causes him and Lance to enter into the call around 2-3 in the morning.

Ash, and Raihan, obviously forgot because they have to plan it but left it up to the much older Champions so that’s the time Lance had sent Ash to enter the call and that he’s sorry that he couldn’t change it to something later for them. Luckily, or unluckily, Ash’s Rotom phone along with the Rotom Dex doesn’t forget and Ash and Raihan are woken up by Rotom phone blinding white screen and suddenly multiple loud voices. Ash is obviously cranky, because he was having a good ass dream and he didn’t want to leave Raihans general vicinity of warmth and into a cold room because the castle in general runs cold at night, Raihan is fucking pissed. Cracking open one of his eyes, blazing bright blue with the blinding light shining down, and he mocks snarls and bares his teeth at the camera before rolling both him and Ash over so that they can get of the brightness and go back to sleep thank you very much.

Only for both Rotoms to follow after them with Rotom phone turning the brightness down and Rotom Dex lamenting about the live FaceTime call. Both Raihan and Ash curse as they scramble apart and Ash slipping onto the floor, wearing obviously only Raihans pajamas, and slinging Raihans dragon hoodie on before almost skidding out of the room and into the cold hallway. He now has to barely comprehend everyone else’s shock along with the sudden lag of the live stream because of the sudden spike of watchers and the paragraphs of comments. Ash pads down the halls and stairways into the kitchen where some of his other Pokémon are trying to sneak into some Poké treats. Ash doesn’t reprimand them, getting the treats down himself to give them a few before going and making coffee and Tea. Completely sure that Raihan is gonna join him later down the line.

And by people freaking out I mean people freaking out. Wallace is excitedly shouting to poor Steven, who was trying to stay asleep at 4:30 in the morning, how their not the only same sex couples while Leon is just staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes and blue screening HARD. Cynthia and Diantha are happy for Ash while Lance is yelling at Alder that he owes him a shiny Druddigon because he was right! The boy doesn’t like girls!

Ash is slightly appalled at the bet between Lader and Lance but doesn’t really make a comment. Now one thing Ash had especially forgotten was to take his wedding ring off his finger before bed, it’s usually on his person around his neck on a thin chain that he hides under his baggy clothes, and he brings his cup of coffee up to his lips and the ring glints in the fluorescent light. It catches Leon’s attention who blurts out that Ash is married??? Since when??? What about Raihan??? Ash obviously curses as everyone goes wild again and there’s another spike of new watchers and the live feed lags even more. Raihan finally waddles down into the giant kitchen, ignoring the two Rotoms completely and smacking kisses onto the top of Ash’s head and handing over an extremely grumpy Pikachu who buried himself into Raihans hoodie and t-shirt.

Leon, or someone else, calls Raihan out. Raihan who’s to tired for any of this bullshit and that he just wants to drag his husband who looks to sinfully good in just Raihans pajamas back to bed answers and says that, yeah, Ash is his husband and then shows off his own ring. They continue to ignore everyone’s comments and keep being up the topics they agreed upon to talk about earlier. News spread fast and it leaves literally everyone but the people that already new in shock.



[headoverjojo]

Can I ask for La squadra/BucciG, (Whoever you want :3) With a S/o that loves Disney movies even being already grown up? Wich one they like/Don't like the most?

Hiiiiii :3 of COURSE, aaaaaaa, Disney movies 💖💖 I hope it’s satisfying!!

Bruno’s gang with a s/o who loves Disney movies even if they’re already grown up

(Under the cut for length!)

Bruno Bucciarati

When he was a child, Bruno had few occasions to watch movies and cartoons if they were not aired by RAI and such. One occasion to watch more movies were the “movie nights” for children organized at the local oratory, where kids could watch cartoons all together. But, even if he didn’t watch many cartoons, Bruno dearly holds the memories of the ones he has seen, especially the ones about 101 Dalmatians. It was the last movie he has seen with his father, before the tragic accident, and, when his mother was still with them, she always loved when it was aired, as dalmatians were her favourite dog breed.

He’s not one who judges poorly people who watch cartoons even if they’re adult. All in all, cartoons don’t have an “expiration date”! Watching them with his s/o would be a beautiful throwback and the occasion to build new, wonderful memories with them. He’s fine with every choice of them, but he’d be a bit tense if they suggest to watch 101 Dalmatians. Not because he doesn’t like it, no, but more due to the person the movie is connected to.

However, after a while, Bruno convinces himself to watch it. He never watched it again, after his father’s death, so doing it with his s/o is like a declaration of wanting to go on with his life. He’s tense for the first minutes, painfully remembering his father’s laugh and voice -he loved to comment movies-, but soon the tension leaves space to sincere enjoyment and contentedness while his s/o cuddles him, as they watch the movie. It’s not a way to say goodbye to his father, to forget him, he understands: it’s a way to connect the movie to new, beautiful memories, which will pile with the many he already has.

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio was picky also as a child. He didn’t like cartoons where there were too many songs or where the story couldn’t drag him in. His favourite one, and he was always glared for this by his friends, was The Hunchback of Notre-Dame. He even loved the songs! And he was fascinated by all the characters, especially Phoebus: he didn’t bend to authority, he followed justice even this meant to go against laws… little Leone admired him. He wanted to be a man like this, a man who always followed and seeked justice.

After all what happened, Abbacchio didn’t like to talk a lot about his past and, especially, about everything related, in a way or another, to his police life. It would take a bit of time to finally come to know about his favourite movie when he was a child, but his s/o, who loved Disney movie, already guessed that The Hunchback of Notre-Dame could be one of his favourite movies. Abbacchio always grumbled, when they put on a Disney movie -but actually always watched them, every single one of them-, but, when they proposed to watch The Hunchback of Notre-Dame, Abbacchio tensed, as he was in front of a snake. However, even if a bit reluctantly, he nodded, sitting down to watch it with them.

Slowly, it becomes easier, for Abbacchio, to face what concerns his past life. From bigger things to smaller, as a Disney movie. Now that he’s relaxed, he can actively watch his s/o when they’re enjoying the movie. He relishes in their happy and serene face, in their genuine enthusiasm… it really helps him to see the light in this world.

Guido Mista

Mista always loved to watch cartoons, especially Disney movies! When he was a child, he and his squadron of cousins were used to go to the house of one of his uncles, who had a video recorder, and one of the kids brought the movie to see. Mista’s favourite was The Jungle Book; he may or not may have taken inspiration from it for his flashy tiger striped trousers. He never admitted a connection between them and Shere Khan, anyway.

He’s not one who judges -too bad energies involved-, so his s/o doesn’t have to worry about his judgment. More than anything else, he’d be happy to know they still love to watch Disney movie! It’s good to know they’re still young at heart, that they still are able to enjoy something so genuine and good! He’d love to watch with them every cartoon they want, commenting with them. He even remembers few songs, if his s/o likes to sing along with the movie!

He’d be totally ecstatic if his s/o decides to watch The Jungle Book. Here it is, his favourite movie!! It’s easy, for him, to get quickly into the movie, singing along the characters and his s/o, laughing with them and cuddling them. Watching a movie, in particular a Disney movie, with Mista is such a fun experience!

Narancia Ghirga

When he was a child, Narancia’s mom always watched movies with him. At evening, before his time to sleep, his mom sat with him on the couch, holding him in her arms and together they watched a cartoon, while Narancia sipped his warm milk. This lasted for years and even when Narancia was too old to be held on his mother’s lap, he still enjoyed a lot to sit with her and watch a movie. His favourite one was Peter Pan and, when he was little, he loved to play Peter and save his mother, who was playing Wendy, from the evil Hook, usually played by their cat.

When his mother died, however, with her died also every happy moment linked to Disney movies. He never touched them again until he met his s/o. Even if at first he was a bit stiffy, worried to lose his cool in front of them and to seem too childish, soon he was again dragged into the Disney movie vortex. He still remembers the songs, so he loves to sing along his s/o, and even to dance with them, laughing and kissing them as they purposely dance awkwardly. It’s the best thing, for him!

The moment they decide to watch Peter Pan, however, a veil of melancholy drops on Narancia. That movie… he has so many happy memories linked to that movie. He knew that his mother would have liked to know he was still enjoying that movie even now when he was an adult, so he sits near his s/o and holds them, making them slide on his lap to cuddle them more comfortably. His smile is less bright than when he watched other movies, yes, but it’s warmer and sweeter; he feels like he’s honoring his mother by watching the movie she loved so much.

Pannacotta Fugo

Fugo never had time to watch cartoons and movies. His parents always pressed him to study and study without any break, so he hadn’t any time to watch a movie, as he was studying or he was too tired to do so. The only breaks he had were when he was with his grandma who, when he was with her, insisted to let him live as a child and not as a computer. With her, he could finally watch some cartoons and, among those, also some Disney movies. His favourite was The Aristocats, because Adelaide Bonfamille, the kind yet strong-willed madame, reminded him of his own grandma.

After his professor’s murder and his exile from his own house, Fugo never had time to sit down and watch a Disney movie. He was always on a rush: first he had to survive on the streets, then he was Bucciarati’s adviser and planner, then he became one of Giorno’s Consiglieri… he was always running and running until his s/o stormed in like a fresh breeze. They made him rediscover things he thought he had lost, as that bit of childish enthusiasm he could show just with his grandma. Even if he grumbled, saying he had things to do, his s/o always managed to make him sit with them and watch a movie, a Disney cartoon, to be more precise. And the look on Fugo’s face was priceless! The sincere smile, the frown finally disappeared… he seemed so young, now, so serene! Soon, Fugo came to love those moments with his s/o, when he could wrap them in his arms, relaxing on their couch and watching a Disney movie. It was heaven!

He’d gently smile, if his s/o decides to watch The Aristocats. He’d try to hide his glossy eyes, when Adelaide appears on the screen and, if his s/o asks him what’s wrong, he’d just answer “She reminds me of someone dear to me.” He’d reveal his secret, soon or later, finally saying who is this person dear to him.

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno never watched a Disney movie. When he was still living in Japan, sometimes his mother let him watch a cartoon, but they were always Japanese cartoons and, when he was in Italy, his stepfather always had the control of the television, watching sport or news. He spent his childhood always hearing about Disney and their cartoons, but without ever watching one of them. He never even felt the need to watch them, as he had his dream to follow.

His first Disney movie came in his life with his s/o, who still loved to watch them even if, by “standard”, they were too old for them. Giorno was amused by their “screw it” behaviour, and admired and approved that they didn’t care about what people said: they loved Disney movies and no one could stop them from watching what they loved. It was an attitude he loved and, as he never tried a Disney movie, he decided to sit with them and watch what they proposed.

Among all the movies, the one who really catched Giorno’s attention was Fantasia 2000. He wasn’t a great fan of songs -even if he appreciated really a lot the ones of The Hunchback of Notre-Dame-, but Fantasia… it was on another level. The music, the animation, the various pieces… it was perfect. Giorno was mesmerized by the whole movie. His favourite part was the one inspired by Pines of Rome by Ottorino Respighi: the powerful music, the story inspired by the music, the animation… Giorno could watch it in loop and never get tired of it!

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Hey Pretty, Won’t You Take A Ride With Me?

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stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, feelings are starting to happen 👀, dirty talk, flirting, jealous Leon, kissing, unprotected sex, fingering, creampies, breeding kink, boyfriend/girlfriend role play (it’ll make sense 😂), car sex, semi-public sex, pussy spanking/slapping, squirting, slight cockwarming

So so tired (finally back from vacation!) and wanted to get this out! 😘 so def not proofread 🤣

Title from Hey Pretty by Poe (also a nice remix)

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“What do you mean it’s family bonding?”

“That’s exactly what I meant, family bonding,” your mother sighs, exasperated with you already, “we’re all going out for the day to spend some quality time together.”

You groan, slumping down on yourself from where you sit on top of the kitchen counter. 

“Besides,” your mother ignores your eye rolling, “it’s the company picnic and they want us to bring our families. It’ll be a nice day!”

“But mom—“

“The car’s loaded up, so we’re ready when you are,” Leon’s voice cuts you off. 

You glare over at him and stick out your tongue, “Rude.”

He grins and flips you off, “It’s just my charm, Princess.”

You roll your eyes at him and turn back to your mom who’s finished grabbing her purse, “It’s gonna be so boring; you’re just going to end up schmoozing with your boss anyways.”

“Honey,” your mom sighs again, tugging your arm, “it’s not going to kill you to hang out with your family for the afternoon.”

You slide off the counter with a groan, “Fine.”

You look at Leon who’s staring at your thighs. With a frown you look down and see the tail end of the bruises he left on your skin the other night poking out from the edge of your shorts, making you quickly tug them down before your mom sees it. Leon’s eyes jump up to yours and he smirks. 

“How about this,” she points to Leon, “you two can carpool and after a few hours, I’ll let you leave the picnic early. We got a deal?”

You squint your eyes at Leon who only shrugs. 

“I’m game,” he gives you the fakest smile, “what do you say little sis.”

You purse your lips but slowly nod, “Sounds fine. And you promise we can leave early?”

Your mom laughs and gives you a one armed hug, “Promise, sweetie. Now c’mon we don’t want to be late.”

Leon waits and lets your mom walk out before falling in step with you.

“Aren’t you excited?” He teases you, his hand ghosting across your lower back and ass. 

“Cut it out,” you elbow his ribs. 

“Hurry it up you two!” Your stepdad calls from the front door, jangling his keys in hand. 

“Yeah, Leon,” you exit the front door first, Leon on your heels. 

Your stepdad closes and locks the door then tosses a second set of keys to Leon. 

“Just follow us and drive the speed limit.”

Leon nods, “I know the drill.”

Unlocking the car doors, Leon climbs into the driver’s seat while you get comfortable in the passenger. 

Your parents pull out of the driveway and honk. Leon huffs while rolling his eyes and you snort at his attitude. 

He side eyes you, “Play nice, princess.”

You bat your eyelashes at him, “I am nice.”

It’s his turn to snort, “Sure thing.”

With that, he pulls out onto the road and follows after your parents. 

It’s actually.. nice. The radio is tuned to a variety station and Leon lets you control the temp, blasting AC against the muggy heat outside. 

“Think it’s gonna rain,” you muse out loud.

Leon only hums in agreement, eyes on the road. This gives you the opportunity to take in his thick biceps and forearms. You press your thighs together when he drums his hands on the steering wheel, making his muscles and tendons flex. 

You bite the side of your thumb imagining those arms holding you up, pressing you against a wall and—

“Think there’s going to be a lot of people at this thing?”

Leon’s voice pulls you from your daydreaming. 

Blinking, you look at his side profile and shrug, “There usually is; we’ve been going to these for a few years now.”

“Oh?” he glances over at you, “well what can I expect?”

You sigh and turn your attention back to the window, “Just a bunch of ass kissing and lame family games. Same tired old shit that literally no one cares about.”

He laughs and you look back at him, eyebrows raised. 

“S’just cute is all,” he gives you a soft grin, “you don’t get so fired up all that often.”

“Shut up,” you grumble, fighting down your own smile, “you’ll see what I mean.”

You lapse into a comfortable quiet and before you know it, Leon’s pulling into the packed parking lot. He parks as close to your parents as he can and shuts off the car. You both get out and walk over to the trunk of your mom’s car. 

She comes around the side waving a blanket at you, “You two can grab this and go find a good spot in the shade.”

Leon bundles the blanket in his arms and motions for you to lead the way, “After you.”

Sighing, you guide Leon into the venue and trek over to where you usually setup at this company picnic. 

“Hey!” 

You both turn at the voice. 

You smile, “Oh hey, Steve.”

Steve walks up to you two, a big smile on his face, “Hi! I thought you were bailing this year.”

You roll your eyes, “I tried. Oh Steve, this is Leon. Leon, Steve.”

Steve waves excitedly, “Nice to meet you.”

“Sure,” Leon looks at him, dead eyed expression on his face, “c’mon princess, we gotta setup.”

“Yeah,” you smile at Steve as Leon tugs you away, “well I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

“See ya!” Steve calls out, catching a red haired girls attention and taking off in that direction. 

“So that’s Steve?” Leon grimaces. 

“Yep,” you pop the p on the end, “and if you notice the girl he’s latched onto, you’ll see that that’s Claire.”

His upper lip curls but he only pushes you to keep walking. You stifle a laugh and finish the walk over to the usual spot your family uses— it’s under a big tree on the edge of the venue, perfect for keeping out of the way or interest of anyone. 

As soon as you and Leon spread out the blanket, your mom and stepdad join you carrying a mini cooler filled with drinks. 

Your mom frowns at you, “Same spot as usual? I thought we’d try somewhere different this year.”

You fold your arms, posture stiff, “Nothing wrong with this spot.”

Your mom sighs but doesn’t argue any further. 

You see Leon look over at his dad who only mouths ‘I don’t know’. 

Your mom claps her hands and smiles, “Well, let’s go sign up for some group activities.”

You shrug and drop your hands to the side. Your mom grabs your stepdad’s arm and leads him over to the sign up table. 

“You good?”

You turn to Leon grabbing a water out of the cooler. 

“Yeah,” you wave your hand, “it’s nothing.”

His steady gaze makes you fidget and look down at your feet. 

“My dad and I picked this spot the first time we had to come to these,” you clear your throat, eyes glancing back up at him, “S’all it is.”

“Ah,” Leon’s expression softens. 

“Anyways, yeah, well now we have some dumb games to look forward to,” you rub your arms, “so, uh, might as well go join them.”

“Sure,” Leon drops the water bottle back into the cooler and falls into step with you. 

“So you probably know a lot of people here,” he nudges your arm. 

You groan in annoyance, “Too many. Bet you money that someone at some point is going to come to us and ask ‘oh aren’t you just the cutest! I remember when you were this tall!’,” you bring your hand up and hold it even with your waist. 

“Stop,” Leon shakes his head, “there’s no way someone is actually going to say that phrase.”

You smile cheekily at him, “You’ll see.”

You both meet up with Leon’s dad and watch as your mom finishes signing in with a volunteer. She walks over with little wrist bands in her hand. 

“One for each of you!” she hands them out, blue for your mom and stepdad and green for you and Leon. 

“Great,” you deadpan. 

“Honey—“

“Oh my gosh, I haven’t seen you in ages!! How have you been?”

An older woman cuts your mom off and gives her a quick hug. 

“Good, good!” Your mom practically beams, “how have you been?”

“Good,” the woman laughs and then catches you out of the corner of her eye. 

“Oh my goodness! Aren’t you just the cutest thing!” she grabs your hands in hers, “you’ve grown so much! I remember when you only came up to my waist!” 

You watch Leon cover his mouth, but you can still see the grin on his face. 

“Oh and this must be your boyfriend,” the woman coos, eyes taking in Leon next to you, “my he’s a handsome boy.”

Your eyes cut to Leon who barks out a laugh, red tinging his cheekbones. 

Your mom also starts to laugh, “No, that’s Leon. That’s my new stepson. I guess I should’ve made introductions sooner.”

“Oh my mistake,” the woman blushes and laughs, “oh I see—,” her attention shifts to someone in the distance, “oh! I must go, but it’s so lovely to meet you.”

She jogs off yelling and waving at another picnic attendee. 

“That wasn’t awkward at all,” your stepdad dryly states. 

You laugh so hard you snort and cover your mouth, giggles still sneaking past your palm. You catch Leon’s flushed face and lose it again to a fit of giggles. 

Your mom clears her throat, “Yes well let’s head over to the games area; since there’s four of us, we’ll need to pair off.”

Leon throws his arm over your shoulders, “You’ve got me now, so we’ll definitely win.”

You roll your eyes, “Mmhmm, we’ll see.”

With the arm around your shoulders, he pinches your cheek, “Have faith, little sis.”

“Sure thing, big brother,” you simper, clasping your hands to your chest, “my hero.”

He pinches your cheek again and tugs, eyes dark, “Be nice, Princess.”

“We’ll meet up at our spot after the race,” your mom remarks, shielding her eyes and looking around, “oh there’s my boss! We’ll meet up with you kids later.”

Grabbing her husband’s hand, she rushes off in the opposite direction. 

You elbow Leon in the ribs and he slowly drags his hand across your back to his side. 

“Quit it,” you hiss, feeling flush. 

“C’mon,” Leon links your arm with his, “show me where this thing is at.”

You try to wrangle your arm back, but Leon holds on tight. 

Sighing, you relax in his hold and start to walk to the middle of the venue, “It’s over here.”

The heat from Leon’s side seeps through your T-shirt making butterflies flutter in your stomach. 

“You know you should be a lot nicer to your handsome boyfriend,” Leon’s voice lilts higher on the last two words as he pokes you in the side. 

You squirm and smack his arm, skin tingling, feeling hot all over with embarrassment and giddiness, “Shut. Up.”

To your dismay, he just laughs at you.

“C’mon, Princess,” he leans his head down to whisper in your ear, “gotta be sweet to me or people will think my girlfriend doesn’t like me.”

Your stomach dips in excitement, but you ignore it and nudge Leon in the ribs, “You’re being annoying, Leon.”

He snickers, “Isn’t that what big brothers are for?”

You roll your eyes, “You can’t be both you dork.”

He hums and grin wickedly at you, “Says who, Princess?”

Shivering, your nipples tighten in your bra as you look away, “Says everyone.”

He only shrugs in reply, eyes glittering in the sun.  

“You really think you can win?” you turn your attention back towards him, changing the subject. 

“Of course,” he scoffs, blue eyes roving over your face before making eye contact, “I’m gonna win at whatever it is.”

“You trying to show off?” you tease, squeezing his arm. 

He grins crookedly, “Don’t you wanna see how good your big brother is?”

Your breath hitches and you watch as Leon notices, eyes darkening. 

“You wanna win for me?” you whisper, eyes hooded, warmth pooling in your abdomen. 

“Yeah, wanna show off to my girl, show her how much better I am than anyone else here,” his voice is heated and deep as his heavy gaze takes in your hazy expression. 

“Okay,” your lips part, tongue darting out to wet them, “then win it for me, big brother.”

You feel his body tense next to you. 

“What do I get when I win?”

You tap a finger against your chin, “Hmmm, how about a kiss?”

“Yeah?” His eyes drop to your lips, “I’ll take that deal.”

Your lips curl into a smile, “Then deal.”

Walking up to the starting point of the race, there’s already a huge crowd of people. 

“Greens lining up now,” a man calls through a bullhorn, “greens at the starting line!”

Leon slips his arm out of yours. He runs a thumb across the apple of your cheek. 

“Wait for me at the finish line?”

You smirk at him and hold up your wrist, “But I’m also a green. So looks like you’re gonna have to outrun me if you want to win.”

You laugh at his slack jawed expression. 

“Poor Leon,” you coo, patting his broad chest. 

Someone bumps into you, pushing you further into Leon’s personal space. 

“Ah, sorry,” a rich voice laughs behind you, “a little clumsy.”

You turn and give the surprisingly cute guy a shy smile, “It’s okay, no biggie.”

The guy smiles even wider at you, “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

You laugh softly, “Unfortunately, I’m here every year.”

“It’s the worst isn’t it?” he chuckles, “my dad’s always dragging me to these.”

“For me, it’s my mom,” you roll your eyes, “and it’s the same thing every year which is super lame.”

“Exactly!” He laughs. 

All of a sudden you feel a line of heat down your back as Leon presses his chest against you, arms draped over your shoulders as he rests his chin on your head, “What’re we talking about, sweetheart?”

The guy’s smile drops from his face as his eyes swap nervously from your face up to Leon’s.

He takes half a step back, “Well it was nice meeting you!”

You watch as he turns and darts off further into the crowd. Warmth zings through your body as Leon pulls you even tighter against him. 

“You going to ignore me for some stranger?” His voice gives you goosebumps as he whispers in your ear, “how mean.”

“Leon,” you soften against him, relaxing back in his hold, “I was just being friendly.”

“Uh huh,” he rumbles, “and I’m sure he thought you were just being friendly, too.”

He lets go of you, leaving you feeling dizzy and off balanced.

“Last call for greens to the starting line!” the bullhorn rings out. 

You and Leon line up with the group, shoulders brushing. 

“Good luck, brat,” he pinches your side meanly making you gasp. 

You go to smack his shoulder but the starting gun goes off and everyone makes a mad dash for the finish line. 

Leon bolts out in front of you. 

“Cheater!” You yell at his back. 

He flips you off but keeps running. You jog a few steps but decide it’s a bust. Stepping out of the throng of people, you make your way down to the finish line, but now on the outside of the run. Once down at the finish line, you stand on your tiptoes looking for Leon’s distinctive hair. A pair of arms wrap around your waist and twirl you around. 

You squeal and smack at the forearms wrapped around you. You hear Leon laugh in your ear as he sets you back down. 

“Gotcha, princess.”

“Fuck off,” you shove at his chest even though he doesn’t budge. 

He grins at you, “No can do, you owe me a prize.” 

He dangles a cheap plastic medallion with ‘1st Place’ stamped in wonky lettering in front of your face. 

You laugh, taking the medal from his hand, “No way!”

“Way,” he crowds into your personal space, “so?”

“I guess I have to,” you try to act serious, but the smile won’t leave your face. 

You grab the collar of his shirt and tug him down closer to you while you push up on your tippy toes; you press a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth, lips barely grazing his. 

You settle back on flat feet and let go of his shirt, “Congratulations.”

He slips his fingers through the belt loops of your shorts and yanks you forward; he holds you against him as he licks into your mouth, tongue hot as it slips past your lips. You whine and sag against his broad chest as he practically tongue fucks you in front of all these strangers. 

Pulling away, you gasp in a quick breath, “What’re you doing? What if our parents see?”

Your eyes dart around nervously, but there’s no denying the heat building between your thighs. He smirks down at you, making your belly swoop in excitement. 

He noses along your hairline until his lips press against your ear, “Kissing my little sister, what else? And don’t worry they’re nowhere around, I looked.”

You bite your lip to stop the moan bubbling out of your throat, but Leon doesn’t stop there.

“So funny none of these people know, they just think you could be my cute little girlfriend,” he chuckles, tongue dipping in your ear making you shiver against him, “haven’t got a clue that I’m your big brother.”

You moan at that, softly where only he can hear it. He hums and goes to dip his head down, but jerks back from you like he’s been shocked. 

“It took forever for us to find you!” 

Leon gives his dad a strained smile, “Yeah it’s pretty crowded huh.”

You scrub your hands across your face and turn on shaky legs to face your mom, giving her a quick smile and a wave. 

She nods, “One of our bigger turnouts,” then she sees the glint of yellow in Leon’s hand and gasps excitedly, “did you win?!”

“Oh,” Leon rubs the back of his neck, “uh yeah, I did.”

“He was so good,” you add slyly, grinning at Leon, “right, big brother?”

He rolls his eyes at you, but you see a blush dusting the bridge of his nose. 

“Let’s go eat,” your mom suggests, “I’m starving.”

She links arms with you and starts to talk about the new boss she just met while your stepdad and Leon trail behind, softly conversing with each other. 

Before you know it, the minutes bleed into hours as the afternoon drips by like slowly melting ice cream. Your mom and stepdad leave to go mingle, sticking you and Leon with cleaning up by yourselves. 

Afterwards, sitting on the picnic blanket, you wrap your arms around your legs and prop your chin on your knees. You watch as your mom and stepdad get pulled into yet another conversation with her coworkers.

Leon’s knee bumps into yours, “Stop being so pouty.”

You tilt your head to the side to look at where he’s lounging back on his elbows next to you. 

“I’m not pouting,” you say, although you know you most definitely are. 

“Suuure,” he snarks at you.

You sigh, “It’s just.. well, she drags me to these things every year.”

He raises an eyebrow at you, “Okay?”

“It just sucks. She brings me along and then I’m left here by myself while she talks it up with everyone. It wasn’t so bad when dad—“

You cut yourself off, feeling embarrassed. 

You raise back up into a sitting position and cross your legs, “Never mind.”

He raises up to sit next to you, bumping your shoulders together, “No, c’mon tell me. I wanna hear.”

You pick at the loose thread on your shorts, “Well when dad was here it wasn’t so bad cause we’d goof off and make it fun. We’d pick out people and invent some silly job for them or what ludicrous name they could have. It just—“

You trail off feeling tears prick your eyes. 

“It didn’t suck,” he murmurs, reaching out and holding your hand, “sorry for bringing it up.”

You huff a small laugh, “No, it’s— you didn’t do anything. I just hate being here. Last year it was just us two, so essentially just me.”

Glancing around and noticing no one’s even near you two, Leon squeezes your hand. 

“Hey,” he noses your hairline and presses a kiss on your ear then your cheek, “I’m here, okay?”

“I know,” you give him a shy smile paired with watery eyes, “you’ve actually made today a lot of fun, so thank you.”

“Any time,” he presses a quick kiss on your mouth before pulling away. 

Your wide eyes look around as you whisper, “Leon!”

“What?” He grins, “it’s just us.”

“This time!” You whisper loudly, “you can’t just keep kissing me in public, especiallywhen our parents are nearby!”

“So you’re saying I can kiss you in public when they’re not?” His grin widens.

You gaze at him, mouth parted in disbelief, “You—“

“Kids!” your mom calls out cheerily, waving as she walks up. 

You turn to face her, Leon slipping his hand out of yours. 

“It’s starting to get late and some of us are going to stick around to help clean up,” she smiles at you two, “so you can head on home.”

You notice that the sun has started to set. Dark looking storm clouds are rolling in over the horizon. 

“Oh, I didn’t realize it was that late,” you stand up and brush off your shorts. 

Your mom pulls you in for a quick hug, “Thank you for staying today. It means a lot.”

You shrug awkwardly, “No problem, mom.”

She lets go of you and turns a stern gaze to Leon who’s now standing next to you, “Drive safe, young man.”

He gives her a mock salute, “Will do, ma’am.”

She smiles at him and pats his cheek, “Okay, I’ll see you guys at home.”

And with that, your mom spins around and walks off to re join her husband. 

“You ready then?” 

You glance up at Leon, “More than.”

On the drive home, the storm clouds finally break and heavy rain comes pelting down. The windshield wipers seem to be working double time, but it still makes it hard for Leon to see the road. 

“About a half hour away,” Leon nods to the GPS, “I’m gonna pull over into this park until it lets up some.”

“Okay,” you easily agree with a shrug, “you’re driving.”

He pulls into the empty lot; the small park has an even smaller parking lot to match. Leon shuts the car off and the sound of rain drumming against the roof lends itself to a soothing atmosphere. 

“I love the rain,” you sigh, gazing out the window. 

“Mm it’s nice,” Leon hums. 

He looks over at you until you finally catch his gaze. 

He grins lazily at you, “C’mere.”

You smile confusedly, “What?”

He pats his lap, “Come sit.”

A rush of heat shoots through your body. You carefully shift until you can climb over the center console and onto Leon’s lap. Your back brushes against the steering wheel and your legs are folded on either side of his bulky thighs.

His warm hands settle on your hips, gripping them to pull you snug up against his chest. 

“There we go,” his whisper falls into the space between your lips. 

Feeling shy, you tuck your face into his neck. 

“Thank you for today, for being nicer than usual,” you press a soft kiss into his skin. 

“It’s no problem,” he pokes your side making you gasp and sit up.  

“Still,” you run your hands through his hair, “thank you, Leon.”

He groans and leans his head back against the headrest. You scratch along his scalp and his eyes slip shut. 

“Mmm gonna have to be nicer if this is what it gets me,” he sighs out. 

You laugh softly and continue to run your hands through his hair. A comfortable silence only broken by the sound of rain fills the quiet. Thunder rolls in the distance and the rain starts to come down even harder. 

Leon’s voice rumbles in his chest, “You ever made out in a car, Princess?” 

Flustered, you bring your hands down to drape around his neck, “No.”

“Good,” he smirks, “I like being your first for things.”

“Leon,” you squirm in embarrassment. 

He holds your hips still, “Behave. You keep moving like that and it’s gonna be more than making out.”

“Yeah,” your eyes drop to his lips, “is that a promise big brother?”

His lips thin, a mean look coming over his face, “Don’t be a brat.”

You lick your lips and smile sweetly at him. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it, big brother.”

His hand comes up to your jaw and he brings your mouths together in a messy kiss. 

“Such a fucking tease,” he groans into your mouth. 

“Leon,” you mewl. 

He fucks his tongue in and out of your mouth, spit dripping down your chin making your cunt throb as you squirm and rock in his lap. His hands help your hips pick up a rhythm that has you panting and moaning in your kisses.

“So sweet,” he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your lips. 

He rubs his thumb over your bottom lip, breaking the strand and smearing spit all over your mouth, “Sweet little sister.”

Your eyes flutter as slick fills your panties, making the slow grind on your clit wet and slippery. 

“Leon,” you whimper, lips brushing against his, “my panties are sticking to me.”

“Fuck, really?” he bites your bottom lip harshly, sucking on it before letting go with a small pop, “big brother making your little pussy cry, princess?”

“Uh huh,” you grab one of his hands and guide it to slip under the leg of your shorts. 

His fingers stroke your clit on the outside of your soaked panties. 

“Shit,” he hisses, fingers feeling around the flimsy fabric barely covering your aching cunt. 

“So wet,” he presses his face into your neck, groaning, “haven’t even touched you yet and you’re fucking dripping.”

Your hand dips between your bodies to roughly stroke him through his jeans. You feel his cock kick and throb against the palm of your hand. 

“Get in the backseat, baby,” he pulls his hand away from your wet heat and smacks your ass. 

Leon’s dark eyes watch you clamber over the console and into the backseat. He follows you immediately and maneuvers you both until he’s seated against the door with you straddling his lap. The windows in the front are completely fogged while the ones in the backseat slowly catch up. 

“God, been wanting you all day princess,” he pulls you into a heated kiss, “driving me crazy in these fucking shorts.”

“Yeah?” you whimper into his mouth. 

“Mmm, yeah could see the bruises I left on your thighs reminding me of how sweet your hot little cunt tastes,” he licks into your panting mouth, lips slick with spit, “couldn’t even touch you how I wanted.”

“Leon!” you roll your hips down onto the outline of his hard cock, “how’d you want to touch me?”

He hisses, “Like I’m doing right now, Princess. Random assholes staring at you, couldn’t even show’em what’s mine.”

He growls and bucks his hips up, pressing just right against your clit. He kisses the moan out of your mouth. 

“M yours, Leon,” you whine when he pulls his mouth away to nip and suck at your neck. 

“Yeah you are,” he sucks a bruise into your neck, “my pretty little sister, right?”

You claw at his shoulders, pressing your throat harder into his teeth, “Yeah, yeah, ‘m your little sister, no one else’s.”

“Fuck,” he moans, a raspy growl that goes straight to your throbbing cunt, “mmm or maybe you’re my sweet little girlfriend that I’m going to fuck in the backseat, huh?”

“Leon!” you keen, grinding down even  harder on the outline of his cock, clit throbbingin your panties, “want that, want it so much.”

He groans, tongue slipping into your mouth, “Gonna fuck my girlfriend’s pretty pussy til she’s creaming my cock, right?”

You nod your head quickly, “Yes, yes, please.”

“Show me your tits, baby. Wanna suck on those nipples and get this pussy nice and wet,” he pulls away, blown pupils holding your gaze. 

“Leon,” you gasp, yanking your shirt up over your head. 

Before you can undo your bra, he tugs the cups down until your breasts are spilling out, nipples tightening under his gaze. 

“Damn,” he whispers, “so fucking hot.”

He grabs your hips to slowly grind his dick into the damp heat of your pussy. His mouth latches onto a nipple and he eagerly suckles the hard bud. 

“Sensitive,” you mewl, hands moving from his shoulders to tangle in his hair. 

He ignores you and continues to suckle and teasingly bite your hard bud before switching to the other one. He continues to drift back and forth, teasing and sucking your nipples until they’re sore and puffy. His eyes slip closed with a moan when you tug his hair harder. 

“Big brother,” you whine, “you’re sucking too hard.”

He growls but pulls back from your chest, “So spoiled.”

You pout and press your hips down harder making him moan, “But you like spoiling me.”

“Yeah I do, little brat,” he shifts to pull his own shirt off and drop it on the floorboard. 

You whimper and drag your hands from his shoulders, down his broad chest, to his abs. 

“You’re so hot, Leon,” you pant, nails scratching his skin making his abs flex, “you make me so wet.”

“Can’t just say that shit,” he grits out, grabbing your hands in his, eyes dark and hungry. 

“But it’s true,” you whisper biting your lip, eyes big. 

He reaches between you and thumbs open the button on his jeans. 

“Take those fucking shorts off before I do,” his voice rasps, helping you raise your hips. 

As soon as the material of your shorts and panties are shoved down your thighs, he presses two fingers into your soaking wet pussy. 

“God damn, baby,” he watches as slick drips down his wrist, “you’re so wet for me.”

“Need you,” you whimper, “please.”

“I got you,” he tugs his own jeans and underwear down; his hard dick bounces up against your thigh smearing a sticky trail of precum. 

“Easy, baby,” he grabs the base of his cock and slaps your pussy, “ready to sit on my dick?”

“Yeah,” you pant, lifting yourself up so he can glide the head of his cock against your swollen clit to dip inside your slick hole. 

“Please, Leon.”

“Please, what?”

You whine, “Please big brother, want you to put it in.”

He chuckles meanly, “Put what in Princess?”

Your pussy clenches around nothing, slick dripping down onto Leon’s cock just teasing at your hole. 

“Please, big brother I need your cock in my pussy,” you whimper, hands scratching at his chest, “want you in my needy princess pussy.”

“Fuck, you play dirty, sweetheart,” he groans sinking the first couple of inches into your wet heat, “can’t say no to that now can I.”

He grabs your hips stilling your movement; he’s only halfway in your pussy and it’s making you desperate.  

“Leon,” your eyes water, “please, please I need it. Feel so empty,” whimpering, you drag your lips across his jaw, “don’t you wanna fuck your girlfriend’s wet pussy?”

“Fuck,” he hisses, slowly easing you down, his cock sliding deeper but still not bottoming out.

“Gotta savor this one princess, s’gonna be a slow fuck for your little cunt.”

Your thighs spasm as you hiccup a moan, tears filling your eyes. 

“But Leon—“

“Uh uh,” he clicks his tongue, eyes dark and mean, “big brother knows what’s best.”

Your cunt flutters around his cock making you both moan. Even though he’s only teasing the first few inches of his cock in and out of your pussy, it sounds wet and dirty. 

“Fuck me,” he huffs a laugh, “you’re leaking so much it’s dripping down my balls. You’re gonna get the family car all dirty, baby.”

Your back arches as you press your body weight down; you feel Leon sink further into your cunt before his hands grip your hips like a vice. 

“What did I say? Do I need to spank your slutty cunt? To make sure you’re listening to me?”

You whimper, “M-maybe.”

“Oh?” he grins, “do I need to spank that needy pussy and show her who’s in charge?”

Your eyes slip shut as you nod, “Yeah, yeah, big brother needs to spank my pussy.”

He growls and pulls you up off of his cock; you whine and writhe your hips but he sets you back down in his lap, pussy lips sandwiching his dick. 

A faint buzzing comes from Leon’s phone tucked into the center console. 

You rock your hips forward and shiver as your clit rubs against his cock in a slippery drag of friction.

“None of that,” he smacks your thigh, pulling your dazed expression up to meet his heated gaze, “you ready?”

“Yes,” you grab his hand and push it against your soaked cunt, “spank my princess pussy; she needs big brother to really give it to her.”

“Fuck,” he bites out, “fucking slut.”

He cups the wet heat of your pussy then brings his hand back and smacks upward, covering your mound and swollen clit with his palm. 

You whine high in your throat, hands reaching behind you to hold onto his thighs for purchase. 

“That’s it,” he murmurs, “be good and let me spank you.”

“Uh huh,” you lean back onto your hands, arching your hips to put your pussy more on display, “need my boyfriend to really give my naughty pussy a spanking.”

“God damn,” he clenches his eyes shut a moment, then looks back down at your puffy clit and drippy cunt. 

“Got a slutty fucking girlfriend don’t I,” his voice rasps, smacking your pussy again and again and again, “or should I say slutty little sister, just letting her brother play with her pussy whenever he wants.”

The sharp stings fade into a low heat with every slap, making your clit throb and hole clench on nothing. Your hips jump up into each slap, thighs trembling. 

“Hold still,” his voice darkens, “and let me spank your slutty cunt.”

“‘M not slutty,” you gasp out, “m just needy.”

“Is that right?” he mocks, dragging his middle and index finger through your slick before circling your sore clit. 

“I guess it can’t be helped,” he sighs, fingers dipping into your hole, “big brother will have to fill up this wet and sloppy cunt.”

“Please,” you arch down onto his fingers, “Leon, big brother, I need it.”

He pulls his fingers away and lines his cock up with your wet clenching hole. He presses in with a low groan as you rock your hips down until he bottoms out completely. You wince at how deep he is inside of you; the fat tip pressing against your cervix making you rock forward, enjoying the ache deep in your cunt. 

“So deep,” you pant, nails digging into his forearms, “hurts.”

“It does?” He coos all fake sympathy, “guess I should pull out then.”

“Nooo,” you clench down tightly. 

“No?” he grinds his cock upward making your eyes roll back from the pain blooming into pleasure as your hips jump. 

“If it’s too deep I need to pull out,” he kisses your cheek, “don’t want to hurt my sweetbaby sister.”

You whimper as he slips back just a little and then presses hard into your fluttering walls. His tip kisses the opening of your cervix making you squeal in pain, but he holds your hips down making you take it. His thumb moves to brush against your clit in soft, teasing circles. 

“Hurts, princess?” he licks the tears dripping down your face, “is it too much? Does your boyfriend’s cock stretch you out too far?”

Nonsensical sounds come from your lips, tongue lying heavy and useless in your mouth. He keeps grinding too deep and touching your clit with delicate fingers, making wires cross in your brain until you feel nothing but white hot pleasure overtaking your body. 

“Are you fucking cumming?” he whispers in awe, feeling your walls milk his cock as slick drips out of your spasming hole. 

“Fucking hell,” he slowly eases you back, his cock still inside your pussy just not as deep as before. 

“Leon,” you slur, eyes hazy, “s’good.”

He laughs, “Sure seems like it, baby. Want to just sit on my dick, keep me nice and warm for awhile? Til you’re ready to go again?”

You hum a sound of agreement, “Sounds nice.”

He groans, “Yeah it does.”

He helps you shift your hips so his cock isn’t pressing into you too deeply and he brings your mouth in for a sloppy kiss. 

“Love kissing you,” he coaxes you to open your mouth wider, “always so eager.”

You feel giggly and warm, “Love kissing you too, Leon.”

He sighs in your mouth, tongues slowly sliding together between your lips. His kisses turn slower, sweeter— tongue licking into your mouth, tasting you as deep as possible. You feel his cock kick and throb in your sensitive cunt. Shifting, you press yourself down a little more firmly, pussy walls gripping his cock tightly. 

A faint buzzing comes from the floorboard where your shorts were tossed. Leon pulls you further into his chest, rolling his hips up into your soaked pussy. Buzzing happens again but this time from the center console; you both ignore it as Leon presses the fat tip of his dick and grinds along the spongy spot in your cunt that drives you crazy. 

He pulls away from your sloppy kissing, pupils so big his eyes look black. Both phones are now buzzing with calls. 

“s’that the spot, sweetheart?” He grinds his dick deeper in your squelching cunt. 

“Leon,” you keen, hands tugging his hair, “it’s so good, you feel so good inside me.”

He growls, hips thrusting up into you harder, faster. 

“God, princess, got the best fucking pussy,” he bites your jaw, “little cunt made for my cock.”

His fingers tease across your wet, swollen clit. 

“Yeah, yeah, please,” you pull your hips and drop them back down, “so good, big brother.”

He presses the back of his head against the car door’s fogged up window, eyes hooded as he watches you bounce on his dick. He keeps his fingers on your clit, stroking and pinching, making you buck your hips into the feeling. 

He watches as a frown forms on your brows, your hips slowing down. 

“Leon,” embarrassment colors your voice, “we have to stop, I-I gotta pee.”

He grins wolfishly, “You ever squirted before, sweetheart?”

“N-no,” you frown, hands pressing against his abs trying to slow his thrusts up into your dripping pussy but he keeps hammering up into you, “s-stop or I’m gonna—“

“S’fine,” he soothes, grinding his dick in the same spot, “want you to squirt on my dick, baby.”

“I c-can’t,” your lip quivers, tears pricking your eyes. 

“Sure you can, Princess,” his fingers rub your clit more firmly, “c’mon want you to soak the backseats.”

He grins wickedly, “Our parents will never have t’know.”

Another harsh grind against the spongy spot in your cunt has you locking up, your back arching as your orgasm overtakes your body. 

“Leon!” a gasping wail leaves you as you feel slick gush from your pussy, soaking your thighs and Leon. 

“Fuck, fuck!” Leon grabs your hips and holds you flush with him as he cums inside your still clenching pussy. 

You feel the heat as rope after rope of sticky cum fills your spasming cunt. Slowly, you settle back on Leon’s thighs, his dick plugging up your cunt keeping most of his cum inside. 

His hands are still gripping your hips tightly, making your walls pulse, softly milking him still. 

“Oh,” you exhale, and pull your nails away from where you dug them into his chest, leaving nine bloody crescents to frame his pecs. 

“S’okay, sweetheart,” he grins at you, all sweetness and soft eyes, “got nothing to complain about.”

“Ah,” you squirm feeling embarrassed, “that was..”

“Hot,” he rubs his thumb over the apple of your cheek, “gonna need a repeat, princess. See if next time I can get you to squirt on my fingers.”

“Leon,” you pout, body feeling hot. 

A loud consistent buzz breaks through the fog in your brain. 

“That’s been going off for awhile now,” you bite your lip. 

Leon raises up, wrapping his arms around your back to keep you seated on his cock. He leans up further and fumbles around the center console til he pulls back holding his phone. 

He accepts the call and puts it on speakerphone, “Hey Pops.” 

“Where the hell are you?! Are you okay?”

Leon ducks his head, even though his dad can’t see it, “Uh yeah, the roads got bad so we pulled over. Sorry my phone was on silent so I didn’t realize you were calling.”

A pause from his dad before he sighs, “Well as long as you’re okay. Just next time let someone know, okay?”

“Will do, Pops. Sorry to worry you.”

“Let’s try not to do it again, son,” his dad chuckles, “drive safe.”

“I will.” 

And with that the call ends, basking you two in silence except for the light drizzle of rain hitting the car. 

Leon jostles you again making you gasp as his half hard cock slips out a few inches. 

“Shit,” he hisses, “let me—“

He grabs his t-shirt off the floorboard and slips it underneath you as he pulls completely out. You whimper as his cum drips from your sore cunt. 

“Sexy,” he murmurs eyes going dark again, running his fingers through your slick folds to tease at your hole. 

“Leon,” you whisper, grabbing his wrist, “shouldn’t we go home before we worry them more?”

With his free hand, he easily moves your hand from his wrist and slots your fingers together. His other fingers dip into your cum filled hole but don’t go any further. 

He brings up the hand he’s holding and kisses your knuckles, “One more round couldn’t hurt, princess.”

A beam of headlights cross the car’s interior as another vehicle pulls into the parking lot. 

You squeak and duck your face down into Leon’s neck, who chuckles and pulls you down to lay on top of him in the backseat. 

“What’re we going to do?” You whisper scream at him, tilting your head up, eyes wide and anxious. 

He gives a half hearted shrug underneath you and spreads your legs further to slide his cock between your thighs. You feel it stiffening against you cunt, dragging cum and slick all over your pussy lips.

“About to fill you up again, baby,” he kisses your ear, “gotta keep quiet though, don’t want them hearing you getting your little princess pussy fucked by your big brother.”

You whine, hips grinding down on his dick. 

“They wouldn’t even know,” you whisper hotly, “like you said earlier, probably just think I’m your girlfriend.”

“Mmm they might when I make you scream big brother over and over again,” he laughs meanly, pinching your ass making you buck into his hips. 

He pulls one of your legs up higher and slips his cock into your pussy; it’s an easy slide for his fat cock at this point, bottoming out quickly. 

You whine into his shoulder, eyes fluttering from feeling sore and used. 

“There we go,” he coos mockingly, “just let me fill up that slutty little pussy, right baby sis?”

“Uh huh,” you drool into his skin, teeth nipping to muffle any sounds you’re making, “fill me up so good.”

He’s slowly grinding his cock in you, pelvic bone catching your clit with every circle of his hips. Your pussy is so sensitive, you feel yourself edging closer and closer to an orgasm. 

“Leon,” you sigh, cunt milking his cock as he slowly fucks in and out of your pussy, “you feel so good.”

He laughs at you, “Mmm I know, your tight hot pussy hasn’t let go of me since I slipped my dick in.”

You whine, walls fluttering at his words, “Can’t help it. You’re too big.”

He grips your ass in both hands, squeezing til the fat dimples between his fingers, “Nah you just got a little pussy. A cute little pussy that matches my cute little sister.”

You lay against him, mouthing at his shoulder and moaning as he keeps sliding in and out of your clenching hole. Slick is dripping out of your cunt and all over his cock, sliding down to coat his balls and thighs. 

“This is the juiciest fucking pussy,” he growls in your ear, cunt squelching on every slow push and pull of his dick inside you, “do you hear how wet you are? God so fucking hot.”

“Mmm,” you slur, eyes lidded, “so stretched out, big brother.”

He groans, hips humping up into you for a few thrusts before he slows down again. 

 “Leon,” you whisper against his shoulder, “m gonna cum.”

“So soon?” his voice is low and deep, making goosebumps raise across your skin, “feeling that good, Princess?”

“Yeah,” you mewl.

“Say who’s making you feel so good, baby,” he growls, smacking your ass. 

You roll your hips down harder at the sting and pant, “Big brother. Big brother fucks my little pussy so good.”

“Again.”

Your drooling, eyes dazed as you moan, “Big brother makes my little Princess pussy feel so good.”

“Good girl,” he condescends, “that’s right, no one fucks this pussy as good as me. In fact no one better fuck this pussy except me, right?”

“Uh huh, no one,” you shudder, “all yours.”

“That’s right. My little sister’s pussy is all mine,” he grunts, rocking you together faster, “gonna cum in you again, keep your little pussy full.”

“Need it,” your nails dig into his biceps, “fill me up, big brother.”

“Yeah, you love me breeding this cute pussy,” he grinds up into your clenching heat, “girlfriend’s got the neediest fucking cunt.”

A high reedy cry leaves your throat, pussy walls eagerly pulsing around his dick, “Yeah, yeah I do. Big brother!”

His hands come down to squeeze your ass, the fat dimpling between his fingers. He fucks into your pussy with short deep thrusts. 

“Mm cumming,” your toes curl with the mounting pleasure ramping up in your body, “Le—“

You muffle your scream by biting down into Leon’s shoulder hard. Your orgasm makes the muscles in your thighs jump, hips humping down on Leon’s cock. Distantly, you feel him press up into your pussy and fill you with hot, sticky cum all over again. 

Dizzy, you slump down onto Leon’s heaving chest. 

You feel him run his hands up your back to pet through your hair. You nuzzle further into his chest with a hum.

“S’nice,” you whisper into his skin. 

“Mmm,” he pets down your side before dragging fingertips across your hips, “think you’re gonna bruise, sweetheart.”

You push yourself up from his chest, eyes looking out the windows; seeing the other car is gone, you raise completely up. 

“You will too,” you point out, fingers skating across the spots you bit and crescent marks from your nails. 

He smirks, “Gonna get a lot of guys asking me who I fucked so good.”

“Leon,” you smack his arm, “so mean.”

He chuckles and smooths his hands down your thighs, “Yeah but you like it.”

Shyly your gaze drops to his mouth, “Yeah, I do.”

“As much as I’d love to keep you here all night, we probably should head back home,” he pats your hips.

Grabbing his shirt from before he slips it between your bodies. 

“Up, princess,” he helps you raise your hips and presses his shirt against your puffy cunt. 

“I’ll never get tired of that,” he groans, shifting his gaze from your leaking pussy  back up to your face, “need you to get dressed before I change my mind.”

Feeling a swirl of emotions, elated-aroused-fond, you nod your head and grab your panties and shorts. You slip them on after wiping down as well as you can.

You frown at the shirt in your hand, and look at Leon who’s got his jeans back on and scratching at his head with a yawn. 

“What shirt are you gonna wear?”

He shrugs, “I’ll just say it got wet and I didn’t want the seat to get wet so I took it off.”

“Oh,” you fold it inside out, keeping the mess hidden, “well hopefully that works.”

Leon helps you climb back into the passenger seat; he follows and slides into the driver’s side. Cranking the car, he cuts on the defrost to help with the fogged up windows. 

You two sit in a comfortable silence and watch the rain mist against the windshield. 

“I had fun today,” you whisper, a secret just between you two. 

He grabs your hand and kisses the back, “I did too.”