#leon scoot kennedy x reader

[random0lover]

This… holy shit this man 🤤

This was so incredibly hot and the writing actually pulled me into the moment which I really loved. Oh, and the banter? I loved that so much, made it feel more real 😭

okay hear me out (i have no idea if youve done a fic like this already, so if you have you can ignore 😭) but like… riding leons face. thats it- thats the quote. thank you 🥰

10/10 talented brilliant truly inspiring prompt to the point where I went sO FAR-

Riding his face. That's it. That's the blurb.

Warnings/content: Fem reader, 2nd person (you, yours), Post RE4 Leon onwards, soft dom Leon talks you through it, praise, squirting, (obviously) face riding

Word count: 2,900 est.

!! NSFW UNDER CUT, MINORS BACK TF UP OR I'M THROWING YOU INTO THE REGENERATOR LAB !!

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“You want me to what?”

Your boyfriend’s request had you in a state of shock, stopping what was originally turning from soft kisses into another night of mind-breaking sex.

Leon couldn’t help but find it pretty damn funny just how stunned you were by his suggestion. He shook his head with a light laugh. “You heard me, sweetheart. I want you to ride my face. Only if you’re comfortable with it, though.”

Fumbling hands fiddled together. The very thought had you squeezing your thighs together from under the oversized shirt of Leon’s you’d claimed; hell, just hearing those words leave his mouth was enough to send a shock straight to your panties. But none of that could scare away how anxious you were. “No I’m open to it, it's just- what if you can’t breathe?”

“Okay after years of fighting bullshit I’d happily die between your thighs.”

You huffed out, punching at his shoulder and earning you another laugh. “Leon, I’m serious!”

He swatted your hand away, pressing a kiss to your forehead to try and settle you. “Honey I’ve been held underwater for well over 10 minutes without air. You’ve forced my head into a pillow as punishment for plenty of shitty jokes. I’ll be just fine. If it makes you feel better, I’ll tap your arm twice if it gets too much. Sound good?”

With a look up into his eyes through your lashes, you finally felt yourself cave. Leon had made you open to a lot of different experiences, and so far all of them had ended up in your favour. So you figured from that kind of history it was at least worth a shot. “Sounds good.”

You could already see the excitement building behind those eyes.

“Alright, c’mere.”

He took you by the chin in an instant, dragging you down to lay on top of him with a long kiss. He’d already settled his head comfortably into one of the pillows. Your hands pressed flush against his chest to keep yourself somewhat upright, trying to keep a steady pace to pick up from where you’d left off. One of your favourite things about making love with Leon was how close you both wanted to be. Time and parting was truly such sweet sorrow, which made sense as to why the day after coming home you were both desperate to have his cock buried inside of you until all you could remember was his name. To have you cumming on his fingers, or him in your mouth, honestly you could care less where. Sure cuddling and kisses were great, but both of you craved that deeper intimacy.

But Leon clearly wasn’t in the mood for patience today, no pacing was needed. His hands tucked up under the shirt to take hold of the soft skin of your hips, and began ever so slightly dragging you forward. This earned him a laugh from you. “My god you’re really set on this aren’t you?”

He gave you a lop-sided smile in return. “You betcha.” Then he was drawing you back into a quick kiss, one you pulled away from to speak with a giggle.

“A little patience goes a long way, mr.” A finger prodded at his chest as you teased him. Leon gave a light-hearted scoff at your comment, the type you’d get when he wasn’t willing to laugh but wanted you to know that whatever you’d said had him smiling.

“What can I say, I know what I want and I’m set on getting it. Now, if you don’t sit yourself down I’ll pull you down.”

You scoffed out, still nervous. “Just give me a second. I’m a little scared.”

He couldn’t help but smirk. “Scared of my mouth? I mean it’s the same one that’s gone down-

Before he could give you some kind of snarky comeback, your lips were on his. God, his favourite way for you to shut him up. A usual way, sure, but it never got old. A hand pressing against his bare chest as you grinned against him. When you pulled back, Leon was still beaming at you.

“Better?”

You nodded with hesitance, taking a low breath in and heaving it back out slowly. “Yeah, I think so. Okay.”

Shuffling your hips forward just enough to rest at where his throat began, you let out a shaky breath. Then with a great deal of hesitance lifted yourself up so you were hovering just above Leon’s face, one hand keeping the front of your shirt up and out of the way. He looked more than eager, and when you clamped a hand over your mouth to hide your smile it was as if you were contagious, because he was chuckling now too.

“What?” He asked, pulling some of his hair out of his eyes.

“Ohhhh my god that’s really weird.” Your voice muffled thanks to your palm, staring right down at where your boyfriend was positioned. Your boyfriend, who so far looked bordering on euphoric with the very idea of this happening. Leon was always nothing short of thrilled to give you head.

A breathy laugh puffed from his chest. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, that’s-” You lowered your hand with a lighthearted huff. “Christ you haven’t moved yet I am so done for. Just your breath is- Good god.”

Leon felt like he was the one that was done for, eyes locked onto the wetness already collecting rather generously through the lips of your cunt. If he stayed like this any longer, he was sure it’d drip down right into his mouth. He licked over his bottom lip in anticipation. “Y’know you can scoot down, darlin’.”

“Oh you wish. I’m so freaked out to sit down you have no ide-”

Whatever ‘a’ was meant to finish that word instead turned into a small yelp of surprise thanks to Leon’s hands pulling your pussy directly down against his mouth. As mentioned recently, no patience this time around. As soon as you made contact your body threw itself forward in an arch. 

“Shit!” Your gasp hit the headboard, hand gripping the wood for dear life as if worried you might fall onto your side from the sensation. Something that shot straight through you, piercing you like an arrow from top to bottom. Sure, he’d gone down on you plenty of times before. But this new position, where his mouth was pressing right up into you as you sat spread out for him, had you in shambles. And he’d barely started.

A breathy whine fell from your lips, lip wobbling slightly as you tried to adjust to the feeling with squirming thighs. You were barely given a moment to adapt to such a change. “Lee, you- ngh ah, fuck- you cheated.”

But you got no response in return, nothing but Leon’s mouth starting you off in slow, soft kisses from the bottom of your lips right up to your clit. Such a simple motion that already had you panting, already had you hot and bothered. All coherent protests regarding his ‘cheating’ in this game of yours left your mind in an instant, now too busy taking in how your boyfriend was now parting his lips every few kisses to take more of you into his mouth, giving all of you the attention he felt it deserved. And god if it wasn’t worth it to feel your legs already trembling from where his face sat between them. You were driving him insane, the way you hummed against your lips in a pitiful attempt to silence every noise and squeak, back stretching in a short arch with every slight movement. He could already hear you panting.

You thought it couldn’t feel any better, that he couldn’t work you up more than he’d already managed to thanks to this godsend of an angle. Oh how wrong you were. With a neck crane he found and latched right down onto your clit, being rewarded with the whine you let out. Your hips twitched, that he definitely felt. He was sucking, rolling the bundle back and forth against his tongue from in his mouth and just grazing past the skin of his teeth, getting nothing but shaken whimpers and keens from you. That delicious mix of pain with pleasure. He was eating you out and tearing you down like a man starved, his slight stubble brushing against your skin like the sweetest of sandpaper, marking you as his. Your body downright burned. 

A few soft ‘fuck, that’s it’s were whispered here or there between your whines. The most submissive he’d heard you be in a long time, so open for him despite your clear worry of cutting off his breath - which was impossible. So, to try and ease you into a state of nothing but bliss, he let go of your puffy clit. What was once a broken whine of protest turned into an open-mouthed moan as you felt him work his tongue bit by bit into the sopping wet heat of your cunt. Warm and stretched for him, already leaking out into his mouth, clearly comfortable with the different actions he’d been testing on you. He wondered why he hadn’t asked to do this much earlier.

You could feel him moving his head ever so slightly to the side with each movement, trying to commit how you felt in his mouth to memory. Each little sound or shaken sigh as you fought with your hips to not twitch or buck against his face - much to his dismay. 

He pulled back just for a moment to speak. “C’mon gorgeous, don’t be shy.” 

But you were still a bit nervous. It got to the point where he grabbed you by the supple skin on either side of you, grinding you down onto his tongue at an angle that had you whining out and quickly grabbing at the sheets. One hand still trying so hard to keep your shirt up so you could keep marvelling at the gorgeous boy beneath you. But it shot a spark through you, his roughened hands on each thigh with such a gentle yet firm hold, one that would stop you if you so much as hesitated to move. All you could get out of him were rasped yet satisfied hums against your cunt, a ‘good girl, so good’ every few moments between the loud licks, sucks and sounds of his tongue on your raw cunt. You couldn’t help but stare down at him for a second, to see the look of concentration in those eyes shut tight. Like he was mentally mapping you out so he could learn every spot to hit next time. You could’ve came right then and there if it weren’t from fear of almost waterboarding your poor boyfriend.

That was until he found that one spot. The one that had your mind blanking out when Leon’s tongue brushed against it. Something spongy, something he obviously recognised because he then focused right in on that spot with every prod and lap into his mouth. 

“Holy shit. Right there.” Your voice wobbled as your head tipped back to let out an exhale of pure pleasure, hips with a mind of their own chasing some kind of release. From the way the bridge of Leon’s nose bumped against your swollen clit, to how you felt his stubble rubbing against your skin, to his mouth and tongue working you into knot after knot. Whatever it was, you were wound up far too tight at this point. Your fingers combed some of his hair out of his face to try and distract yourself from just how good it felt, body curling to rock back and forth with shaken moans. Any fear was gone, now you were riding his tongue like your life depended on it.

“Can tell you’re close.” His words were muffled against the flushed skin of your pussy and you could hear him taking a few quick breaths in. He was preparing himself to dive right back, to push you over the edge. But you knew what had a chance of happening whenever he went down on you and made you cum, to which you squirmed to try and get out of his hold. That was something you were really worrying about.

“Lee, no I can’t- god, fu-uck - what if-”

But he already knew exactly what you were trying to paw yourself away from, and instead of complying he dragged his hand over the one holding at your shirt. Wordlessly offering to take it for you. The other still sat on your thigh just below your ass, thumb brushing over the skin gently. Softly. Such a stark difference to the way he had you falling apart in his mouth.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Give it up for me.”

“But-”

Your concerns fell on deaf ears as you cut yourself off with your own high pitched moan, feeling his tongue slip right back inside of you. Hunting down that angle that had you crying out, a sound sent straight from heaven that Leon was desperate to hear. Working back through his mind to map your body out all over again, indulging in every gasp and whine. When he found it he downright attacked it, putting every ounce of work into the muscle of his tongue until you snapped. And he got exactly what he wanted.

“Oh Christ- Shit, Leon!”

It fell right from that heaven Leon was imagining, fell in the form of something close to a sob with nothing to muffle the sound. Fingers too focused on gripping the silken sheets and his hand over yours, squeezing until your knuckles turned white. Cheeks flushed and mouth agape. Your hips jerking and shifting as you felt it hit you full force, felt everything draining from you in a rush of heat, a gush, one that had you panting heavily between soft gasps at the feeling of his tongue still on you. It had you clenching around his tongue, body rocking in a spasm. Leon was gratefully drinking up everything you gave him, with short hums bordering on growls while his hand squeezed your own. With one last low groan from his throat, you only now realised that Leon’s hips had been rutting up into the air to try and relieve his own tension. Simply eating you out could get him rock hard, that you knew, but he was definitely staining his boxers by now. He was always more of a pleasure dom anyway.

Your hand ran through his hair to draw him back to you, fingers combing through it loosely. You were fighting against involuntary whimpers to speak to him. “Baby, you should’ve said-”

Nope. He wasn’t having any of that, not when you’d given him all that he wanted. As soon as you started he was dragging your poor clit back into his mouth and giving it one harsh warning suck. A warning not to test him. That was enough to tell you plenty. You curled inwards with a hoarse-throated cry, completely overwhelmed with overstimulation as you clenched around nothing. “Okay! Okay, I got it, fuck!”

Satisfied with your response, he finished cleaning you up with his tongue the best he could. Listening to you squeal and whine against the back of your clenched fist during this was almost enough to get him hard again, but it had to be done. Once happy with his job, his large hands were easing you up off of his face and back to straddle his waist. It still shocked you just how simply he could move and manoeuvre you around.

You covered your face with your hands, heaving out a sigh that mixed with a tired giggle. You definitely should’ve trusted Leon’s instinct in the bedroom more often. “Oh my god my neighbours are gonna hate me.”

He wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand, swallowing down what was left of your arousal on his tongue thankfully. You peaked out from between your hands to get a good look at him.

He was nothing short of ecstatic, looking up at you with a cocky, toothed grin. Clearly you weren’t the only one who enjoyed that.

“I think it was worth it. You haven’t squirted like that in a while.”

“Shut up you jerk.” You grumbled. He could practically feel the heat from your cheeks, watching you pull the fabric of your shirt up to cover your face in embarrassment. All it took was riding his face once, and you were drenching him. He had to admit, he felt proud of himself. 

“Aw, c’mon sweetheart. I’m flattered, really.”

“I’m sure you are.” The fabric was dropped in defeat, the bottom of the shirt once again pooling around your waist. Settling back into the situation after being dragged through heaven and back, you let your thumb brush over the scar on his face gently, his arms wrapped snug around you. You caught that glint in his hooded eyes, arching a brow with another chuckle. “Lee, you look drunk.”

He merely shrugged. “If you got what I just got, you’d feel drunk too. That was- god. We’re definitely doing that again.”

With a shake of your head and a smile, you were pushing his hair out of his eyes to lean down and press a soft kiss to his lips.

“We’ll just see about that, pretty boy.”

[drabblesandimagines]

Scoot On Over

Leon Kennedy x female reader, established relationship, fluff with a tiny bit of suggestive spice at the end

Leon threw himself down onto the mattress with a relieved sigh – a cliché, but there was nothing like sleeping in your own bed after being away. It had been a mixture of questionable motel beds, a couple of nights in the backseat of the car, another night of no sleep at all and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t on the brink of exhaustion, running on adrenaline until he made it back home to you that evening.

He rubs his cheek against your pillow, inhaling the scent of your perfume and allows himself to close his eyes. Now, he just needs you in his arms for a perfect’s night sleep…

--

“Leon?”

Nothing – again. You’d worry he had stopped breathing entirely if he wasn’t letting out soft snores from where his face was pressed against your pillow. He’d been away on a mission for two long weeks and had arrived home early evening, duffel bag in hand, covered in fading bruises, kisses and wandering hands tinged with weariness despite his obvious excitement to be back home with you.

You made small talk as you’d made a light dinner – get him fed and then you could both have an early night. He didn’t like to talk much about his missions had entailed – he wanted to keep the two things as separate in his brain as he could – but he knew if he needed to talk about something, you’d be there and that was enough.

You’d sent him up to bed first whilst you finished up in the kitchen – you liked to start off each morning with a clean slate in there and it would only take you ten minutes tops to sort, you’d assured him, a cheeky pat to his backside as you encouraged him up the stairs.

He’d changed into a pair of plaid PJ bottoms and a plain white tee, so he must’ve brushed his teeth and then just… collapsed? You place a hand on the broad expanse of his back, giving him a light shake. “Sweetheart?”

The problem is, Leon is broad and tall and currently, somehow, taking up the whole of your double bed. You can’t even see a reasonable space you could try and curl up into against his side and be remotely comfortable, the way his limbs are spread out like a starfish.

“Leon,” you place another hand on his back and give a more vigorous shake. “I just need you to scooch on up a bit, sweetheart.”

Nothing.

You change tact and try and lift an arm, maybe you can get him to roll with a little encouragement, or he’ll wake up? Surely as an agent he’s a light sleeper anyway, what if you were an enemy or any sort of threat?

His arm is deadweight, all muscle - even if you try and lift it with both hands, embarrassingly, you can’t get it even an inch or so off the mattress.

You try and push it inwards so it’ll sit tight against his body, but it just won’t move.

“Leon?” You grab hold of his shoulder and shake it with all of your strength.

“Yeah, baby?” He mumbles.

A sign of life – hallelujah. “Can you move along a bit for me?”

“Sure.”

He doesn’t move.

“Just need you to scooch up a bit for me, handsome.” “Mm-hm…” And he snuggles his face further into your pillow, an adorable smile on his face as he does.

With a sigh, you try and wedge yourself into the space in defeat – maybe he’ll subconsciously feel you and lift his arm up for a cuddle, and then you’d be able to fit a little more comfortably? He did prefer to sleep with an arm wrapped around you, keeping you pressed close up against him, legs tangled together.

After trying out various positions in the hopes of coaxing him into a spoon, a few more vigorous shakes and, finally, a more than playful smack to his backside that achieved no more than a mumble – not proud of that one, but needs must - you admit defeat, kneel down beside the bed and stare at his slumbering face in thought.

He must be utterly exhausted and, despite the frustration of not being able to cuddle up against him after so many nights apart, it is flattering, you suppose, that he must feel safe within your company to allow himself to relax so completely and be out like a literal light.

You lean down to pick up his neglected pillow and press a kiss to his forehead, and grab the throw from the end of the bed – looks like it’s a night on the couch.

--

Leon wakes up slowly as light filters in through the curtains. His body had been aching from his time away, but it seems a night in his bed has set him right. He stretches his arms out, expecting for a hand to brush up against your warmth but is dismayed when he finds the bed empty.

He turns and sits up, cautiously, rubbing the back of his head with a loud yawn and takes in his surroundings, wondering if you’ve just nipped to the en-suite, but the door to it is ever so slightly ajar.

Your phone is plugged in on the bedside table, charging, which is odd – although not glued to the thing, it's strange for you not to have taken it with you if you’d gone downstairs to make breakfast…

There’s a sickening feeling in his stomach when he realizes he doesn’t remember you coming to bed at all, that he had been waiting for you to come join him and…

Hazy memories of you calling out to him?

Fuck.

He jumps up to his feet, dashes out the bedroom and takes the stairs down two at a time, trying to think. He’d left his gun in his duffel bag, hadn’t even taken it up with him, left it by the door when he arrived home last night. Had he been drugged? He had felt exhausted, but he’d put that down to the poor sleep over the last while. Could someone have followed him home last night, drugged him somehow, a tranquilizer, waited for him to be out for the count to swoop in and…?

His heart stops as he sees you lying on your side on the couch, the throw from the bed now twisted around your legs, arms wrapped around his pillow.

Safe and sound, and fast asleep.

He exhales, calming himself for a moment with a chuckle, before kneeling down besides you and tilting his head, awkwardly, so he can kiss you up the lips.

The sensation is enough for you to stir, blinking up at him with a dozy smile.

“Morning.”

“I don’t recall us having a fight last night, sweetheart.” He grins at his joke, but it’s one that falls flat.

“A fight?” You repeat, confused.

“You know, when couples fight, one of them ends up sleeping on the couch...”

“Oh, yeah,” you yawn, sitting up with the slightest wince. “You wouldn’t let me in the bed.”

“Huh?”

“When I came up to bed you were dead to the world, literally star-fished. I tried to get you to scoot up a little so I could get in but it was impossible, so I slept down here.”

“Seriously?”

“Mm-hm, you must’ve been exhausted.” You nod, shuffling around to place your feet flat on the ground. “Lemme make us some coffee… Ow!” You hiss as you stand, placing a hand on the small of your back.

Leon is quick to his feet, eyes wide in alarm. “What’s the matter?”

“I’m okay, it’s just my back,” you rub at the sore spot, the muscles feeling tender. It had been fine last night… “Maybe the couch isn’t the best for sleeping on.”

 You take another step forward, intent on heading to the kitchen, but there’s no hiding the wince from Leon’s gaze. “Oh, baby…”

“It’ll be fine, I just need to walk it off.”

“Uh-uh, come on,” and those muscular arms that were so impossible to move last night are suddenly scooping you up and holding you against his chest as he heads back towards the stairs. “Let’s get you to bed. It’s still early and a couple of hours on a proper, supportive mattress might work wonders.”

You wrap your arms around his neck in turn. “Oh, I know your game, Kennedy.”

“And what’s that?” He replies, nonchalantly as he begins to ascend the stairs, careful not to knock your legs against the banister.

“The other activity you like to conduct in bed, the one that’s not sleeping? I just…” You tense in his arms, looking a little hesitant. “I don’t know if my back’s gonna play ball...”

Leon reaches the top of the landing and smirks, “Trust me - stretches work wonders for back pain, sweetheart.”

He strides into the bedroom and kicks the door closed with his foot.

It doesn’t open again until late afternoon. -- AN: Inspired by my boyfriend actually star-fishing me outta the bed and me having to sleep on the couch x

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[localkiss]

Fucking After Party!

pairings: leon kennedy x fem!reader

synopsis: Of course your big brother coddles you. Do you find it weird? Yes. So, you slip away to a Halloween party, unbeknownst to what will happen later in the night. Maybe you'll find yourself clinging to your older brother in time of need.

cw: MDNI!! INCEST !! Knives, oral, p in v, unprotected sex, noncon/dubcon, creampies, spanking, manhandling, degradation, praise, overstimulation, poor depictions of alcohol and drinking, poor depictions of flirting (im shorry), videotaping.. um probably more but i don't wanna spoil it. LEON IS VERY OOC (since some ppl are babies about that 🙄)

wc: 4.6k

tags: @dilfstar @adiorxia @leonkennedygvrl @bunnyclaire @rigorwhoring @leonsdolly @admirxation @gettingsilly @nilpill @withonly-sweetheart @cakelitter

“Hey little sis,” he hums out, hand reaching up to pet your head with affection. Thinking about how cute you are when you look up at him with red hot cheeks. His eyes dip down your body, so soft and plush. Perfect. 

“Leoonnnn!” You drag out his name in an annoyed tone. Swatting his hand away. Can't help but think that he's a pest, constantly buzzing around you. Never leaving you alone.

Like, c’mon doesn't he have a job? He's always been a bit of a lurker around you, but especially now that you're in college. Can't always be his baby sis. One day, you'll have a significant other, leave the house, and sort of cut contact for the most part. Be too busy to entertain your loser of an older brother. 

To him though? You will be by his side forever. Dote on you forever and ever. Never make you pay any bills, lift a finger, or even have the time to complain about something. Because, guess what! Big brother is always here for you. To take care of you and never make you have to get a job to sustain yourself. 

Leon just chuckles at your display of frustration. He wants to comment on how cute you are, especially when you say his name like that. 

Wants to just snatch you up and cuddle with you until you are fast asleep in his arms. His strong, firm biceps against your body like you're a body pillow. 

Imagining you scooting up close until you're snug against his body. Your ass pressing into his groin so much that he can feel your tailbone. To imagine you knocked out so he can take full advantage of you. Better yet, if you pretend to be asleep, letting him grope you in ways a brother shouldn't. 

Honestly, he thought about ordering some sleeping pills to dissolve into your drinks. So when he feels like feeling you up in your sleep, he can do it while making sure you're gonna stay asleep.

And place a camera in your room so he can watch back on how you look and react in your sleep. See if you smile in your sleep. Good material to jerk off to, especially good if he manages to snag a pair of your panties.

He sucks on his teeth and shakes his head down at you. “So… where’re you headed, looking like that? Got a hot date or what?” Leon drags his eyes slowly once more. One thing caught his eye immediately. Can't believe he didn't even notice it the first time he looked at you. 

You are wearing black pantyhose and a white mini dress. What are you, some cheap hooker? No, no, no… you are his baby. Only he should see you like this. Not some fucking douchebag who's going to do a pump and dump.

Man, if he ever catches some guy trying to dick you down in your bed.. it'll be over. One flash of his badge and the guy will go running off with his tail between his legs. It doesn't mean anything to Leon if your love or sex life doesn't even begin.

“I'm going to a Halloween party.” You answer bluntly, gesturing towards your sexy nurse rendition. Shifting from one foot to the other, your maroon colored heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Sighing deeply, like he's boring you. 

Leon raises his eyebrows. Even worse than a date. A whole party full of immature adults whose brains aren't fully developed. Great. Perfect. 

“Sure you don't want me to go with you? I can be a sexy cop,” he puts his hands on his hips with a sly smile. “I can even bring my handcuffs.” 

You wrinkle your nose at that. “Um, no thanks. You'll just be watching me the entire time, again. Remember last time?” 

Closing your eyes and shaking your head rapidly for a few seconds. It was weird. 

“Oh come on , I was making sure nobody was trying anything funny. Can't consent if you're totally wasted.” As if he isn't planning on touching you in your sleep. 

Though, you've no idea that he's thinking this stuff. Supposed to be a good guy. Good cop. 

However, there is something about you that makes that dark side of his brain itch. Maybe it is because you are his little sister? The fact that you guys used to play house together? Used to do things that would be weird to do as two grown adults. 

Him being the husband, you being the wife. Parents in the other room as you mimicked what they did a lot, which is a quick peck on the lips. It was innocent. 

Or when you both were forced to change in the bathroom together, after swimming. It was all fine and dandy since you're family. And when it became weird, was when you were fourteen and he was sixteen. 

Weird that your brother kept following you and bothering you. Or was the chaperone at dances. Always staring and glaring down at other boys. Pissed you off and you both argued on the way home. You did not have a good time at any dances because of him. 

“I need to protect you from the bad guys,” he said. “Mom says I have to watch you, since I'm older than you,” he said. What is he, some sort of hero?

It only got worse when you walked in on him masturbating. You remember the way his mouth was formed in an ‘o’ shape, how his cock was flushed at the tip. How he had his head tilted back into his pillow. The lewd sounds of him fucking his fist and his soft groans and whimpers. And how his muscles rippled with each tug, the slight sheen of sweat on his naked figure. 

Leon was just mumbling to himself. “Yeah? Yeah, just like that. Mhmm…” 

“Take it baby, take it.”

“Please let me cum inside of you. Please let me.” 

And a whole bunch of other things you simply wish you never heard out of his mouth. It makes you cringe. But you also feel disgusted for squeezing your thighs together as you watched him. He was big. Real big. 

“Yeah. But I want to go, to have a good time, Leon.” You insist on leaving alone. “I'll text you if I need any help.” 

Giving him a flat smile, you click clack your way to your friend's car outside. Getting inside the vehicle and driving away swiftly. Looking out the window and seeing Leon wave goodbye to you. 

As soon as you arrive at the party, you are bombarded with the smell of weed, sweat, and alcohol. Just the right scent notes for a candle!

You shimmy your way into the kitchen for a red solo cup to fill up with some concoction of alcohol and juice. Doing so, you find yourself flirting with a guy who is dressed up as a vampire. And he convinces you to dance with him. 

Making your way to the dance floor, he keeps a firm grip on your wrist. Slowly moving it down towards your hips. It’s a bit weird for someone to be so confident and comfortable with touching a woman like that immediately. But you ignore it for the time being. 

Slowly getting to know him and all of his interests. Barely giving you any time to talk about yourself. It's whatever. He's cute. 

It sure is fun letting loose and drinking all your sorrows away.

You feel his hand start to slip down towards the top of your ass. Still, you don't say anything. Maybe it's just the alcohol dulling your senses, you just can't find a care in the world to stop him. 

He leads you back to the kitchen, pouring you a drink. Urging you to finish what he made you before you both got back to the dance floor. Kind of weird, but alright. 

Shit. All you can see and feel is his soft body against you, his dick grinding up against your stomach. The black shaggy hair and his stupid vampire collar. And his old spice ass cologne, ugh. Headache central. 

You excuse yourself and go to the kitchen. Fixing yourself another cup, because fuck it. And then another man comes up and starts chatting away with you. 

Eventually, you both make it outside. Talking about the most random bullshit you could think of. 

This guy's pretty cute too. No costume though, from what you could tell. And, he's eyeing you up like candy. Like he wants to eat you up here and now. Hot…!

He's tall, skinny, and has dark brown hair. Oh, not to mention the weird black lines on his face. Maybe…it's his costume? You hope. 

“So, what's your costume?” You gesture towards his outfit. 

“I'm dressed up as Choso from Jujutsu Kaisen, you probably don't know it. It's an anime.” He explains with a shrug of his shoulders and a smirk to his lips. 

Oh! So he's one of those guys. Yeah, nevermind. No thanks, Mr. Nice guy. 

“Oh, okay… Cool. I'll be sure to look that up later,” you hum and nod your head. 

He created this awkward atmosphere. Best to just swipe it under the rug and talk about something else. Or, just get more alcohol! Because alcohol fixes everything! 

Both of you make your way back into the house and you grab some more of that good stuff. Gulping it all down and smoothing your slutty nurse outfit out. Bending over to fix your stockings, to make sure it looks cute still. 

Somebody comes up behind you and whistles. That gets your attention in the wrong way. Doesn't matter to the guy though. Attention is attention. Can't help but wrinkle your nose at him, watching him walk away with a smug look on his face.

You straighten up and sigh, checking your phone. It's only been two hours? 

God, it feels like it's been an eternity in this swamp of horny drunk adults. You can't see your friends anywhere, assuming they've already left and are going to hookup with some stranger. Like always, leaving you behind to fend for yourself. It's cool though. 

Rubbing your bleary eyes, you stumble out the front door. The chilly air of October coming to bite you in the ass. Quite literally. It's almost hanging out with the way it keeps riding up. It's not too cold, as you have some liquid courage in your system! Thank god for that! 

Feeling your teeth start to chatter, you manage to send your location to Leon. Opening your camera, you take a good look at yourself. Fixing yourself up to take a few photos. Might as well, since you look absolutely amazing. Wouldn’t want this makeup to be all for nothing, now would we?

As you smile and pose for the camera, you feel two arms slipping around your waist. But no groin pressing up against you. Odd. You bite your lip and turn your head. 

“What the—Leon?”

“Yes, silly. That's my name, don't wear it out.” He chuckles down at you. “What? I was getting ready to pose for a picture with you.” 

You roll your eyes, feeling his chin rest on your shoulder. And at the last second, he moves his hand to come up and squish your cheeks together. Ruining the photo. 

Turning around, you let out a huff of air. Hitting him once in the chest before making your way to his Jeep. Not bothering to chastise him for doing that. You've had enough of men for today. 

Buckling yourself, you squeeze your legs together, trying to warm up quickly. The warm air fanning all around you, undoing all the prickles in your skin, it's refreshing. Leon gets into the driver's side and buckles himself before driving back to your guys’ house. 

Closing your eyes, you tilt your head back against the headrest. The bumps and the soft sound of the radio killing you to sleep. Thankfully Leon doesn't say anything the rest of the way home. 

As the car slows to a stop, you wake up from your little—but much appreciated—nap. Groaning, you unbuckle and get out. Staggering your way up the stairs and waiting for Leon to hurry up and unlock the front door. 

His thick hair bounces with each step he takes as he jogs his way towards you. Opening it and walking inside, shutting it and locking it behind you.

He takes his shoes off, leaving them at the door and disappears into the hallway. You sigh, taking your heels off and hurrying to your room. Closing it behind you, you set your shoes on the floor. Flopping onto your bed with a groan. 

Before you could begin to take off your clothes, the power goes out. Leaving you in complete darkness. Double tapping your phone, you put on your flashlight. 

“Leon?” You call out, crawling out of bed to open your door. 

A few beats later there's a loud thud, which makes you jump. Okay, now you are really scared. Soft hums and deafening white noise fills your ears. You go to his door and knock on it. 

No answer, yet again. Did this asshole fall asleep? Great. 

Making your way towards the living room, you hear yet another noise. “Ha ha.. very funny Leon! I know its you.” 

You hope it's just him pulling a prank. Hope.

And when you finally reach to your destination, you move your phone around to see if anyone's there. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a tall black figure. 

Screaming, you almost slip and fall trying to run back into your room. But before you could make it, their hands grab onto your waist as tight as possible. Pulling you back towards their chest. God damn it, you dropped your phone!

“Please let me go!” You start panicking and sobbing, kicking your feet out in hopes that they drop you. “I don't wanna die! Please…!”

They don't, obviously. And you try to elbow them in the stomach, hearing them groan and tighten their grip around you. Putting one hand over your mouth with ease.

The man drags you back into the living room, throwing you on the couch and straddling your hips. You hear him snort and in turn makes your stomach churn with disgust mixed with fear. Sobbing, you feel weak due to being inebriated and scared. Unable to try and push him off of you. 

“You're so stupid,” he says lowly, his gloved hands pinning your wrists down with one, the other one squishing your cheeks together. “So slutty too.” 

His hand leaves your face and traces the curves of your body. Too bad you can't see his face. Stupid mask. 

“W-What do you want from me?” You squeak out, feeling his hand start to grope at your chest with interest. 

“Your virginity, baby.” He coos, ripping off your skimpy nurse dress. The buttons go flying everywhere. His voice sounds familiar though. 

In the state of shock, he takes the opportunity to pull out his knife and cut through your bra. Watching the way your nipples pebble up and how your tits jiggle. Putting his knife back, he groans. Grabbing a tit and squeezing it before letting it go to slap it. 

“Stop it! Why are you doing this to—” 

Listening to the way you gasp and whimper. He repeats it a couple times to each tit, before he pulls up his mask just enough to see his mouth. 

Leaning down, he forces you into a kiss. His hand lightly holding you down by the neck, his thumb gently squeezing the side. Letting you feel lightheaded so that you still panic at the thought of him killing you. 

“Taste so good, pretty girl.” The man laughs into the kiss before he gets off of you. 

Maneuvering you into the missionary position. Pushing your legs down with his weight as he ties your hands together. 

Once he deems it good enough, he gets up and starts to shuffle things around. And lights a few candles, making you squint, noticing something being propped up. Blinking a few times, you see it's a fucking camera. 

“Please, don't do this to me. Please…” you beg him, watching him make his way back to you. 

His hands sliding up your legs, playing with the stockings you have on. “Cute tights you've got on, slut.” He hums, his thumbs trace the lace. 

Moving up until he reaches your panties. “Hm, cute thong too. I see it's nice and soaked for me. And here you were, screaming and crying for me to stop.” He cuts them off of you, dragging the dull tip of his blade against your skin. Seeing you jump as he gets closer to your chubby cunt. 

“Got nothing to say?” The man puts his knife away, his thumb swiping over your folds. Not rubbing where you want him to rub, just teasing around it. 

“Please…” you whine out, trying to move your hips in a way that makes his thumb press against your clit. 

He chuckles, laying between your thighs, holding them up over his shoulders. “I know, I know. You want your pretty pussy to be played with. Want it to be raped too, huh?” Licking up and down your lips, teasingly dipping his tongue into your hole. 

Groaning, he starts to suck and swirl his tongue around your clit. You moan and squirm under him, feeling his hot tongue against your clit feels soo good. Moving your tied hands down to grab at his head. Needing to hold on to something. 

“Mmh.. right there,” you mewl, grabbing at his head harder. Hearing him slurp and moan into your pussy like he's the one that's getting head. 

“Yeah, right here?” He goads, taking your clit between his teeth gently. Nibbling on it and swirling his tongue all over it. And all thoughts in your head became mush. 

It creeps up on you like a jump scare in a movie. One minute you're fine, next minute you are jumping. Not because you're scared, but because you came so hard your body couldn't help but thrash around. 

“I'm… I'm c-coming!” Loud cries came out of your mouth as your legs shook and planted themselves against his head. The fact a camera is recording your every move and word, slips out of your brain and out into his mouth. 

And he greedily latches his mouth onto your hole. Getting every last drop of your cum before he sits up on his haunches and removes his mask. Maybe it's because you just came, but you aren't so alarmed that it's Leon. 

“What the fuck? Leon?!” Your cunt throbs, feeling your heart sink down straight to your ass. You can't even move properly and that makes him smile. 

“What the fuck, Leon?” He mocks you, leaning down to get all up in your face. “So fucking cute,” he hums, squishing your face together before moving it away from him, “so stupid though. I mean, fuck. You'd get wet and spread your legs for any man who wants to lick you open?” 

Leon tuts, giving your cheek a few taps before he pushes down his black sweats. His cock already hard and flushed red at the tip. Giving it a few slow strokes, his other hand gently roams up your body, giving your boob a feel. 

“Gonna let big brother take your virginity? Let me split open this cute cunt?” Leon watches you intently, tapping the weeping tip on your sensitive bud. “Not gonna fuck you until you beg for it.” Grabbing your left leg and lifting it up against his chest. 

You feel your eyes well up with tears once more. Lifting your head, you watch his heavy cock play with your pussy lips. Blinking them away, you swallow the thickness in your throat. 

“Please.. fuck me,” you mumble out, looking away, towards the camera unknowingly. 

“What was that? Speak up, princess.” Leon guides the tip to your hole, letting it kiss your opening. 

“Oh my fucking god! Just fuck me, Leon!” 

Shaking his head disapprovingly, he leans down, pushing it in slowly. “Big brother's gotta fuck this attitude out of you, hm? Yeah, he's gonna keep this fat cunt nice and full until she's learned her lesson.” His dirty brown hair falls into your face as he moans from the sensation of your cunt around his length. 

Keeping his eyes locked into your face as he sinks deeper into you. “Does it hurt, baby?” 

“Yeah,” you clench down on him, your velvety walls squeezing him just right. “It's too big.” A deep whine in your throat bubbles up. 

“Aww, poor pussy’s gonna go through it, yeah? Too bad big brother's cock wants to punish his little sister's cunt. Mhm…” he presses his lips against yours as he humps your wetness, softly making out with you. His hand goes up your arm and holds your hand in reassurance. 

As you lock tongues, he takes the opportunity to go just a bit harder and faster. Groaning as you flutter and cant your hips into his pelvis. The shaven patch of hair just runs against your clit just right. 

Pulling away, he lets go of your leg and hand, holding onto your hip and pushing your face towards the camera. “I'm recording this, smile for the camera baby,” he says between gritted teeth. 

Moaning, you look directly into the lenses, tightening around him. “Mmhh—fuck—please!” you squirm, moving your arms to block your face. Too embarrassed to look into it while he's fucking you. 

“You camera shy now? So adorable, lil sis,” he grunts, plowing even harder now. Both hands gripping onto the fat of your hips, listening to the squelching from your wetness. “You hear that? Sopping wet for your big brother. Tightened up when you were forced to look into the camera. It's okay baby, nobody else will see this video but me.” His thumb starts to swirl around your clit hard. 

Rubbing it fast, feeling you start to come undone on his dick. The feeling of his leather gloves catches onto your clit deliciously. You feel red and hot all over, your stomach tensing up. And you start screaming, legs going numb, feeling your upper body jerk forward as you cum. “Leon!” 

“Fuck!” Leon rabbits his hips into your squelching heat, roughly fucking you into the couch, “didn't know you'd squirt so easily.” He lets out a mix of a moan and a laugh, giving your pussy a few taps before putting you into a mating press. 

Feeling your lace stockings against his head as he drives into his own orgasm. “All fucked out now, mhm. Yeah, big brother's g’nna feed your pussy his cum. Get you fucking pregnant, oh—” 

He growls as his balls plap against your ass. Filling you up with hot white sticky ropes, stuffing you to the brim. But his hips don't stop fucking it into you. Pressing his cold lips against yours, he slows down. 

Leon huffs and leans back, pulling out his still hard cock soaked with a mixture of your fluids and his. Watching your cunt open and close, oozing out his spend. 

He unties your wrists and rubs up and down your sides. “Let me fuck you again, please lil sis?” Feeling your body hiccup and twitch from overstimulation. 

Rubbing your ruined eye makeup, you weakly nod your head. “Uhuh, want it again.” 

And then he's back all over you. Kissing you and groping your tits. Twisting your nipples and pinching them as his mouth makes its way to your neck. Begining to litter you with marks to insinuate you are taken. 

He switches to the other one, giving it the same love and attention he gave to your right breast. And before he stops, he presses a kiss in the valley of your breasts. 

“Okay, on your stomach now.” He guides you to flip over, spreading your ass to watch your holes wink at him. Gives it a smack, loving the way it moves. 

Leon braces himself on his forearm as he pushes the head back in. Whimpering as he presses his chest against your back, arms caging you into the couch. 

“Good god, you're so tight,” humping into you, he whispers into your ear. His breath hot and his voice low, sending chills down your spine and it warms your belly up. 

“This slutty pussy is mine, alright? Won't let any other man come near you. You're my little sister.” 

“Uhuh, s’all yours big brother,” you feed into his fucked up mindset. Letting him fuck you into his idealization of you. Soft, sweet, and pliant. 

Rocking your hips back, you moan into the cushions. With each thrust, he goes deeper and deeper. Making you arch your back from how deep he is. 

Soft squeaks and punched out groans rise from your throat, “Leon, please,” grabbing ahold of his hand and squeezing it. “Oh, fuck, please.” 

His pace starts to pick up, watching the way your head bobbles from his thrusts. Heavy balls plapping away at your clit, making you cry out. He drives himself harder into your wet hole, striving to make you cum again. 

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me? Soak my cock again, uhuh, c’mon baby,” Leon encourages you, whimpering and growling in your ear. The loud slapping noises echoing throughout the room. The smell of sex and sweat twirling in the air like dust particles.

Hot and heavy breaths against your neck as he clumsily kisses your pulse point. You shivering beneath him, milking his cock for all its worth is what drives him crazy. Pushing on your lower back as he grips a cheek and then slaps it. Over and over again. 

Hearing you crying out for him is enough for him to spill his seed once more. He pulls your hair and makes your face visible to the camera, coaxing you through your final orgasm of the night. Listening to you squeal and call out his name. 

“Good girl. You ready for me to pump this cunt up full with my cum?” Leon starts humping you, barely pulling out as he waits for your answer. 

“Yes, yes, yes!” Eyes rolling into the back of your head as he slams his hips against your ass. 

About a half a dozen of thrusts, he spurts his load deep into your womb. Letting go of your hair, he lazily grinds his seed into your throbbing pussy as much as he can, before all of it comes pooling out. 

“Fuck me, jesus christ. ‘Bout emptied my balls into you. Fuck, I was backed up.” Leon pulls out of you and spreads you open, watching it bubble and pop out. Biting his lip as he pushes it back in with his thumb. 

Pulling up his pants, he grabs a few tissues to clean you up. As well as the couch. Oops, hope your parents don't notice any stains! 

“I'm so full,” you mumble, wincing as you turn on your back. “It's going to be your fault if I can't walk tomorrow.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” He snorts, giving you a chaste kiss on the forehead. 

“Oh shit, I've got to stop the recording,” he goes over and shuts it off with a dopey smile on his face. “taking your first time on our first tape together.” 

Groaning, you push him away as he begins to snuggle with you. “God. Gross, get out of here.” 

“C'mon, I'll buy you as many sour patch kids and chocolates as you want. But first, let's go clean up properly.” He convinces you and you allow him to carry you bridal style into the bathroom. 

Of course, with a roll of your eyes with it too. “You better.” Because you wouldn't be his cute baby sis without having some sort of attitude towards him. Even after he fucked your brains out. 

(genuinely forgot where i got the divider for the content warning. augh. I'll find it later.)

[dollfacefantasy]

hiii i’m not sure if you particularly like writing hybrid!reader but can i pls request something with leon where he tries to feel out his bunny/dog hybrid gf’s kinks by seeing how her tail moves in response to them. like something she really likes she’ll wag her tail real fast and he finds it adorable

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!puppy-hybrid!reader

summary: leon plays with his precious puppy girl by watching her tail

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, humping his boot, daddy kink, praise kink, breeding kink, scent kink, dacryphilia, and size kink

word count: 2.6k

a/n: no because i love this idea so much. it's been in my head since i got it. i hope i did it justice because i think it's so cute. thank you for sending it and i hope you enjoy <3

Leon’s eyes rested upon his favorite sight in the whole world. His precious puppy girl kneeling at his feet. If he had to guess, he’d say it was your favorite place to be too. All signs pointed to that conclusion. Your eyes were wide and locked onto his face. Your body vibrated and squirmed with the urge to jump into his lap. And of course, the way your tail wagged back and forth.

Swish. Swish. Swish.

The fluffy appendage moves in a lazy rhythm right now. You were excited Leon was home and wanted to play, but you weren’t thrilled enough for it to turn to a blur. He chuckles and reaches a hand forward to rub your head. That gets it to speed up a little bit.

“You have a good day, pup?” he asks.

You scoot the slightest bit closer while nodding. You tilt your head to the side, squishing the flesh of your cheek against his knee.

“Yeah? What’d you do today?” he says.

“Took a nap. Watched the tv,” you answer, “You look tired, daddy.”

He smiles at your observation and scratches at the base of one of your ears. Those ears, which were perked up at the moment, were so sensitive to everything. The wind knocking something over outside, his car pulling up on the driveway, and of course, small changes in his inflection. 

Though he sometimes wondered if that’s all it was. He sees the way your tail picks up a notch when his lips curl upwards with that smile. He wondered, if not hoped, that it was something more than just your heightened physical capabilities. If maybe, there was something within you, something deeper, some instinctive emotional connection that bound you to him. That was probably wishful thinking. Someone who understood him implicitly. Still that was how he felt sometimes, and it was always lingering in the back of his mind when he watched your cute little ass wiggle back and forth with the movement of your tail.

“A little. Had a long day at work,” he tells you, continuing the conversation.

“Oh. Was it boring?” you inquire.

“You could say that,” he says.

“I get bored sometimes when you’re not here too,” you say.

The short, curt way you speak drives him up the wall. His hand on top of your head trails down to your cheek and gives it a little pinch before his thumb lands on your lips. Your tongue darts out to give the pad a small lick.

“Cute,” he murmurs as his fingers descend to your jawline and then your throat, “Why were you so bored, puppy? You have the whole house to yourself. You have enough toys to fill a room.”

“But I was missing my favorite toy,” you say, nuzzling against his leg.

“Oh, your favorite toy, huh?” he says. 

His fingers tease the edge of the smooth material that was wrapped around your neck. In place of a collar, you wore a pink satin ribbon. It bunched around to the front of your neck where it was tied in a pretty bow. Leon’s own handiwork. He never saw a reason to collar you. You were the most loyal little thing on the face of this Earth. Even if he kicked you out, you’d probably just take up residence on the mat at the front door. He’d rather you look like the spoiled princess that you were and dress you in the pink ribbon to match the other pink items you wore, your camisole and panties.

You nod at the question he asked, the ends of your bow swaying with your motion.

“Yeah? Well, tell daddy. What’s your favorite toy?” he prompts you.

Your hand snakes up to the front of his jeans and paws at the area where you would soon feel the outline of his hardening dick.

“That’s your favorite?” he asks, feigning ignorance, “Wow. If I'd known that, I wouldn’t have bought you all those stuffies. Coulda saved me a ton of money. Just let you sit on my cock most of the time, and you’d be satisfied.”

You shrug, not caring to roll that proposition around in your head for actual consideration. Sure you loved your toys, but they didn’t come close to one tucked away inside daddy’s jeans.

He grins not only because you’re so fucking cute, but also because he can see your tail starting to go faster. As much as he wants to pull you onto his lap and breed you till you’re a mess of drool and tears, he wants more tonight. You were nothing if not eager, and while he loved that, it meant that it didn’t take much effort from you to get him to cum in minutes. You’d just get so tight, you never suppressed any of your moans or whines, your face always scrunched up into needy expressions of euphoria…

Anyways. He just wanted to tease it out tonight.

“You have been a good girl today. I think you deserve some time with your favorite toy,” he says, watching the specific twitch when he said the two words of praise, “You wanna play with it right now?”

You nod almost as quickly as your tail wags. A sonorous laugh echoes from him. His eyes hold that glint that lets you know there’s more.

“What’s your favorite way to play with it, baby? You like bouncing on it?” he asks, his voice gaining an amused lilt.

You don’t respond with words. He knows your nodding, but his focus is on your backside where he’s getting the only response he needs.

Swish.

“Maybe you like taking it face down, whining into the pillow?” he continues.

Swish Swish.

“Or maybe you like being on your back, legs over daddy’s shoulders?”

Swish Swish Swish Swish Swish Swish Swish Swish Swish.

“I think that’s the winner,” he chuckles, “Why is that your favorite, pup?”

“It gets deeper,” you say. He watches as you try to be subtle about scooching closer. He wasn’t going to stop you though.

“Oh I see,” he says, nodding his head in mock realization, “You want it as deep as possible, right? And to do that, I have to pin you down, keep you underneath me where I can just fill that pussy up over and over. You like being helpless, princess?”

As his tone becomes more husky, you take your bottom lip between your teeth and nod. Your hips fight the urge to squirm, but your tail can’t stop flinging itself back and forth. A tingling flame had been lit inside your belly, one you desperately wanted him to put out.

“Yeah. You love when I’m in charge. You love when all you have to do is take it like a good girl, and you can just let that little brain melt away,” he taunts. With each swish of your tail, it’s like he can hear a game show buzzer ringing in his points.

You wrap your arms around his leg that was nearest to you and pathetically whimper out “daddy.”

“What is it, puppy?” he coos.

You look up at him and give him the definition of puppy eyes. “I want it. No more teasing,” you whine. Despite your demanding words, you stay put. You were a good girl after all, and good girls wait for permission.

“What? You want it?” he mocks, “What’s the rush, baby? You don’t like daddy’s voice anymore? You sure were liking it last night when you were all sleepy. Just whining and clinging onto me, begging me not to pull out.”

The movements of your tail start to become blurry as you remember the previous night. He’d fucked you so good and talked you through it the whole time. The main difference between now and then was that then you had his cock stuffed inside you while he spoke.

“I do like it,” you defend with a pout, “But I just want it, daddy. Please. Wanna be full of you.”

“Full,” he repeats, “Does daddy stretch you out? Make you feel like there’s no room for anything else?”

You nod again, but you can’t take it anymore. You scoot forward more so your knees rest on either side of his boot. His knee kisses the space beneath your chin while the rest of his leg is flush up against your tummy, going straight between your breasts. He knows what you’re about to do, but he’s fine with it. Tilting the tip of his boot upwards, he gives you silent permission to start rocking your hips.

That was all you needed to close the gap between the top of his shoe and your clothed cunt. Lowering yourself slightly, your puffy clit brushes the leather. You let out a tiny mewl. Your face was already starting to scrunch up into a cute little look from such a simple touch.

“That feel good, sweetheart?” he teases.

“Yeah, daddy. Thank you,” you whimper.

Your hips move back and forth as if on a pendulum. The rhythm is consistent like the pacing of your tail. Back and forth, back and forth.

“I think you soaked through your panties, pretty baby. You gonna get daddy’s shoe all nice and shiny? Make it smell like you?” he says with a smug grin.

“Uh huh,” you mumble. 

But when Leon mentions scenting his boot, your tail starts going crazy. Absolutely buck wild. He wouldn’t be shocked if you sprained something from how hard it was moving. God, he was getting hard. A solid tent had formed in the center of his lap from watching you. So precious, so adorable. Those pants and whines of pure lust. The way your fingers were digging into the leg you held onto like you needed it to survive. The nonstop rutting of your hips matching up with the wag of your tail.

“Woah woah. Think my girl might be a little possessive,” he says as he watches you. He keeps his tone light. He wanted this to play out before he let himself have any. To stave off his desires, he palms himself over the rough denim.

Your eyes catch that, and it’s almost comical how you nearly drool. “I just want everyone to know you’re mine. You're my daddy. They can’t have you,” you say, nestling your face against his legs.

Your own pleasure builds in the pit of your belly. You’d found the perfect amount of pressure on his boot. You just had to keep grinding your aching cunt into the leather.

“Poor baby. No one’s gonna take me from you,” he croons and strokes your head. His hand moves so much slower than any of your body parts and the contrast intensifies the pleasure further.

“Good,” you say.

“Mhm. Trust me, you keep my hands full as is,” he jokes.

He watches as you keep whining and humping his boot. Your hips move like you’re on the clock. He can feel drool starting to drip on his jeans and dampen the fabric. If only he could see your eyes. He knows they’re getting glossy, hazy with the bliss coming from between your legs. Lucky for him, a particular jolt of ecstasy pulls your head back and ends with your face looking up at him.

“You’re getting to daddy’s favorite part, honey. Keep going, Keep being a good girl,” he says. Again, your tail jerks when it registers the magic words. You snap your hips with renewed fervor, chasing the elusive high. His fingers press down harder against his cock as he sees the gleam of saliva coating your chin and lips.

“When do we get to my favorite part?” you babble. Your voice was starting to give as the warmth of carnal pleasure encroaches on your mind.

“And what is your favorite part?” he asks, knowing what your answer would be.

“The part when I actually get your cock,” you whimper.

He shakes his head. “Look at you. Trying to be smart while you’re going dumb,” he teases, “Quit complaining. You’re still getting to feel good, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but it’s not the same,” you whine instantly.

“Oh really? It looks pretty similar to me,” he says.

You make a small sound that’s halfway between a whine and a growl. Even with your frustration though, your hips don’t stop.

“I’m just teasing you, pup,” he says, stroking your jaw with his free hand, “I guess it is different. I don’t see you crying like you do when I’m buried inside. I don’t get to see those pretty eyelashes all wet from tears.”

Your eyes roll back at the mention of being so fucked out you cry. It was one of your favorites, and Leon knew it. Being reduced to a crumpled mess of sobs against the heat of his chest got you like almost nothing else.

The reactions etched across your facial features are cute, but he can’t tear his focus away from your ass moving against its will through the force of your tail.

“But that’s not the big difference, is it?” he continues, “No. The real reason you want my cock is cause you want daddy to breed you, huh?”

As soon as it leaves his mouth, it’s like his mental buzzer is letting him know he’s won the grand prize. Everything about you goes haywire. You lock around his leg while your hips rut like you’re in heat. Your tail whips around so fast he thinks it could create a breeze.

“Uh huh, daddy- ah! Mm… just wanna be bred. Need it,” you ramble.

He feels his cock twitching in his pants. He’s sure when he actually does get it in you, he’s not gonna last too long. It’s straining against the zipper as is, and he can’t stop rubbing it. He’s almost as bad as you on the boot.

“I know you do. Silly little puppy. That’s always what you need,” he coos, “Just need to be pumped full of cum. My sweet girl.”

Your tongue is half lolled out of your mouth by this point. You’re past going dumb. Your head is swimming around in absolute thoughtlessness. Not a care in the world besides getting yourself to cum all over daddy’s boot.

He nearly groans out loud from the sight of it. He can feel the warmth of your pussy all over his shoe, the plush of your thighs clamped near the sides.

“You’re doing perfect, baby,” he mutters, “You’re gonna get your treat, I promise. Just let daddy watch you cum, and I’ll make sure you get your fill.”

You want to whimper “ok, daddy,” but your mind is too far gone for words. All that comes out is a strangled amalgamation of sounds accompanied by your head wobbling up and down. And the whole time swish swish swish.

Your swollen little clit had more than enough stimulation to get you to burst. Pants turn to gasps and fluid movements sharpen. You mumble against his leg, your lips squishing all over his pants and wetting them even more with your spit.

“That’s my good girl,” he purrs, which is enough to get another loud moan out of you. He chuckles and continues watching with his half-lidded, lustful eyes.

As the movement of your hips slow, your tail’s swings weaken. He still strokes your head as you catch your breath. Your chest puffs in and out while you feel your skin cooling down. It was hard not to get sleepy after you came, but before you have to worry about falling asleep at his feet, Leon scoops you up and holds you on his lap.

Rubbing your back, he presses some kisses to your forehead and temple. “There’s my girl. How’re you feeling, baby?”

“Good, daddy,” you mutter against his shirt.

“Yeah? You think you’re up for daddy breeding you for real now?” he whispers.

And suddenly, you’re not so sleepy. You sit up straight in time with your ears perking up. You nod and give him a lazy smile. He can’t see it, but he can feel that tail already starting to wag again.

[lipglossanon]

October 27th

Kink: Sex Toys

Pairing: Frankenstein!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, sex toys, monster Leon, scientist reader, removable dick (so heads up lmao), dirty talk, teasing, kissing, unprotected sex, creampie

not proofread

He points a discolored finger at the screen. 

“They really never get these kinds of things right,” he blows out a breath of air that flutters his fringe. 

“It’s just a movie, Leon,” you coo at him, laughter in your voice. “Besides, does it really matter?”

“It might,” he huffs, crossing his arms and putting his biceps on display. 

Your eyes rove over his patch quilt body. Some may call you a mad scientist, but you like to think you’re just enlightened. Besides, if you had listen to those ingrates at the college you would never have ventured off to work on your own experiments, stumbling across the greatest scientific marvel of the eons. 

Leon had been hiding away in some dilapidated shack in a forest far from any civilization. He’s stitched together of various body parts, but overall seems to have most of his original body intact. It’s been a learning experience for both of you—one that’s tipped over into a relationship. 

It’s strange, but it works. Not to mention, the fun things you can do with a man whose body essentially functions as sentient body parts. Fidgeting in place, your thighs press together at the memory of last time Leon let you play around with an idea.

You tug on his arm and his attention swings from the tv over to you. Biting your lip, you drag your fingernail down his forearm. 

“Can we?”

His eyes light up and he grins, “Here or the bedroom?”

“Here, please,” your eyes drop to his lap. 

Wasting no time, his hands reach down to undo his pants, shimmying in place until he can kick them off. He’s half hard but quickly fills out, cock stiff and fat as he strokes himself once.

“You gonna work for it?”

“Uh huh,” you nod your head, eyes glued to his dick while he shifts in place.

With another low grunt, he’s able to remove his cock. The first time it threw you off so much, you stopped everything to study how it worked separate from his body. It’s basically a dildo until it’s reattached to his body once more. He can feel a faint trace of pleasure, which you still haven’t figured out how that works, so you cockwarm him often. 

Standing up, you quickly shed your clothes, standing nude in the living room as the tv blares some classic monster movie in the background. Sitting back on the couch, you press your back to the armrest so your body is facing out toward Leon.  

He places his cock in your outstretched hand, hissing when you press your lips to the tip. Lathing your tongue around the head, you suck him into your mouth before pulling his dick put with a wet pop. Dragging his cock down between your breasts, you watch him track the path you take. You slap his thick length against your soaked slit before grinding the head on your puffy clit. 

“Please,” he groans. “Let me see you stuff your pussy full of my cock.”

Whining in your throat, you do just that. Notching the head of his dick at your drippy hole, you slowly push his cock into your cunt. You both moan as his fat dick spreads you open, filling your pussy. You want to tease him, drag out this heavy tension until he can’t take it anymore, but that’s just not possible. 

He feels way too good inside you—and with the way he’s watching, your belly burns hot with arousal, pussy soaking his cock as you pull it back out to thrust it back in deep. 

“Oh fuck, Leon,” you whimper, head rolling back and forth while you fuck yourself on his dick. “You feel so good in my pussy.”

“Fuck,” he pants, scooting closer to you on the couch. “Is that fat pussy having to work extra hard so I’ll fit?”

“Uh huh,” you mewl. “It’s so big.” 

“Yeah? Need some help?”

You really did want to drag it out but—

“Please,” you sigh, pussy clenching around his cock. “It’s not gonna fit.”

“Aww,” he murmurs. “It’ll fit, you just need me to force it in, don’t ya?”

Nodding rapidly, you whine, “Oh god, yes.”

He bats your hand away and grips the base of his cock. Grinding it against your snug walls, he pulls it out, watching your needy hole clench around nothing. Sitting back, he reattaches his cock and then pulls you over into his lap. 

He bullies his cock back into your cunt and you squeal, pussy and clit throbbing at his rough treatment. 

“Ride me, show me how much you love this cock in your tight hole.”

“Yes, yes,” you gasp, hands gripping his shoulders as you hump your pussy down onto his dick. 

You can’t stop bouncing in his lap, fat cock stretching you open so wide it hurts but in the best way. It makes you even wetter knowing your pussy will be sore and achy tomorrow. Shuddering, you drop down heavily, the drippy tip of his dick kissing your womb and making you squeal. 

“Good girl, taking me in so deep,” he grips your neck and brings you in to a messy kiss, tongue lapping against yours.

His calloused thumb presses into your clit and begins to rub in circles. Keening, you claw at his chest, orgasm cresting higher and higher until it finally breaks. You cry out against his lips, pussy clamping down on his cock while your body judders in his hold. 

He doesn’t let up on your clit and it sends white hot zaps of pleasure throughout your body. Leon keeps you bouncing on his lap, fucking his cock deep against your cervix until he finally stills with a loud groan. Gasping wetly, your walls flutter and milk his dick, feeling as he floods your hole with hot, thick spurts of cum. 

Slumping against him, Leon pets your sides and hips, grunting as your pussy grips and pulses around his half hard cock. 

He snorts a laugh and when you shoot him a curious look, he says, “That’s definitely one thing that’s not in those old horror films.”

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Bad Dreams

Re4R!Leon S. Kennedy X F!Reader

Summary: Leon has really bad nightmares after Spain, so you try to comfort him. This is just pwp

Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), p in v, brief fingering, riding, praise kink, slight somnophilia (she was already awake but hella sleepy), creampie, soft!dom leon, Leon has a mouth on him, the s in leon s kennedy stands for slut, leon has unresolved PTSD, language, established relationship, no use of y/n

WC: 2.3k

A/n: yall mfs are probably like but lia can u pls stop with the Leon shit. And my answer is no. I'm gonna write about that man until I get burn out of him. And since DI is coming out in July yall better get used to him. So yeah in the meantime while I finish my actual plot smut leon fics, here's this pwp to keep yall entertained, enjoy :)

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Ao3 link (but like pls still rb and shit on here thank u)

Gif cred to this tumblr

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Cold, a cold, gut wrenching chill ran through his entire body. He could feel it. He could feel himself start to lose control of his mind, of his body. He was frozen, stuck in his place. Only her screams drowned the voices. Her screams, they were deafening. Heart-wrenching. He needed to save her. He had to. But he couldn't. He couldn't save her. He couldn't fucking save anyone. Don't fight it. Just give in. Let it take over. Stop fighting. There's nothing to fight for. The screams. The fucking screams..

Leon—!

Leon's eyes shot open, and he sat up just as fast. Panting, chest glistening with sweat and his hair drenched. He blinked a couple of times as if he was trying to figure out if he was still dreaming. It wasn't dark or gloomy, his bedroom wasn't cold. He realized he was in fact in his bedroom, in his apartment, and he was still alive. He took a couple of long but shaky deep breaths as he ran a hand through his hair, moving in out of his face. He looked to his right side— shit. 

"Leon..?" You were still half asleep, eyes squinted as you reached out to gently grab his arm, now sitting up as well. 

"Sorry. Go back to sleep babe." 

"Hey," You said, now a bit more alert as you rubbed your face with one hand, "was it another nightmare?" 

A month. It had been a month since he came back from Spain. And almost every fucking night he was waking himself up halfway through the night, and by extension you. He felt bad. But you didn't blame him for it, he couldn't help it. Not that you could actually convince him of it though. 

"Yeah." He shook his head dismissively, eyes not meeting yours. "I'm fine."

"Do you think you can go back to sleep?" You asked softly, seeing on the clock next to his side that it was only 3:00 AM. 

"Don't think so." He muttered, still not looking at you. His hands were shaking a bit, and his breathing was still uneven, like he was counting his breaths in his head at an unsteady pace. "It's fine. I'm fine." 

"Leon…" 

"I'm fine." He emphasized, a bit more harshly, hoping you could turn the other way and go back to sleep, to leave him to deal with his own issues. But he could never convince you of that either. 

You frowned softly and without saying a single word you scooted closer to him until your chest was pressed to his arm. You left a kiss on his shoulder, and with your hand you turned his face in your direction. 

"Baby, it's okay." You soothed softly, bringing your lips to his jaw. As you left kisses up his freshly shaved jaw you could feel the lock in his muscles loosen. "I'm right here. You're safe with me. You're okay." 

He breathed unevenly through his nose, eyes shuttering as he turned his head fully, lips crashing against yours. Your soft gasp quickly turned into a satisfied hum. You parted your lips for him as his mouth captured yours, a large hand coming to rest at the back of your neck to bring you closer to him. You were still far too sleepy to match his intensity, but you allowed him to do as he desired. A soft grunt fell from his lips as he squeezed the back of your neck, tongue slipping into your mouth as his other hand irked up your exposed thigh— his old academy t-shirt doing very little to cover your lower half from his prying hand. But you didn't stop him, if anything you parted your thighs with ease. He groaned at this and without hesitation, he threw you over his lap, pulling you to sit on top of him.

"Mmm, you wanna ride me baby?" His tone was low, still slightly raspy from sleep, but he was anything but, he was wide awake, blue eyes big and full of need, desperate, desperate for your comfort and love. You were nodding in an instant. "Yeah? You think you can do that pretty girl?" 

"Uh huh." You mumbled as you looked at him through half lidded eyes, not being able to help rubbing yourself against his clothed cock. 

He exhaled unevenly through his nose, fingers squeezing your bare thighs as he lifted your hips enough to pull down your panties. He was settling you back on his crotch in an instant and you whined as soon as your clit brushed against the soft material of his boxer briefs. Leon hissed softly, bringing two fingers up to your lips. He raised his eyebrows at you, eyes commanding you without having to say the words. You happily parted your lips and he pushed the two fingers into your mouth. He hummed, watching you intently, lip pulled under his teeth as you coated his fingers with your saliva. 

"Mmm yes, good." He hummed as he pulled his fingers from your mouth and instantly pressed his soaked fingers against your clit. He watched with pride as your lips fell open as he spread the wetness over the sensitive bud before he circled them around your entrance. "Fuck, did I tell you how much I missed this pussy? Wanna fuck this pussy so bad baby." 

"Oh Leon— yes— please… Mhmm—!" His fingers slipped into your wet core with ease. The way he could so easily manipulate your body into submission, into needing him, it was beyond comprehension. But you didn't need to understand it. You just wanted him to use you for comfort, you wanted to make him forget. "Please Leon. Please let me ride you now." 

His response was closer to a guttural groan than to any words, but he happily complied. His fingers left you as he attempted to tug down his boxer briefs, you lazily lifted your hips enough for him to pull out his cock. A heavy sigh left his lips as his cock slapped against his stomach. He reached to grab a hold of your hips, but you placed your hands on his chest and gently made him lie on his back. He looked at you with big eyes, a bit surprised by your eagerness, but fuck he'd be damned if he complained. A soft smirk tugged at his lips as he watched you clumsily and a bit messily position yourself above him, coating his cock in your slick.

"Ah— Shit, c'mon baby. C'mon." He spoke through exhales, trying his best not to force you down on his cock himself. But you were sleepy, so tired but still wanting to please him, you could take your time. And you did a minute or so later, he watched with parted lips as you slowly sank down on his cock until only a little bit was left, but he knew you couldn't fit all of him. "Ohhh yes. Yes good girl. Fuck." 

"Oh— mhmm! Fuck Leon." You whimpered, nails digging into his chest as you rocked your hips, eyes already closed as you adjusted to the feeling of him before you were lifting yourself up enough to slam down on his cock, again, and again. 

"Oh my sweet girl, you're doing so well," the praise came through a breathy moan, his eyes only half lidded as he watched you bounce on his cock, one hand gripping your hip and his other arm was behind his head. "Mhmm yeah, fuck yourself on my cock baby— ah— yeah, just like that." 

You were trying, god you were fucking trying. Fucking yourself on Leon like your life depended on it, your moans almost as pathetic as your attempts at keeping up with the pace you both wanted and needed. Poor thing, you were holding for dear life, body over Leon's, clutching the arm under his head as your hips moved. And Leon? He didn't even look like he was breaking a sweat. 

"Ugh— mhm fuck… Leon.." You were whining desperately into Leon's neck, every muscle in your body aching with heat. He could hear the shift in your voice, you weren't just whining, no, you were asking him. "Leon." 

"What do you need, baby?" He moved your face from his neck, eyebrows furrowed with concern as he could feel your pace start to slow. "Why'd you stop?" 

"'M sorry.. I wanna.." Oh, he got it. You wanted him to do it. A small smirk pulled at his lips. "Can you…" 

"Oh pretty girl. Are you tired? I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry I woke you. But don't worry, I'm still gonna fuck you to sleep." He wrapped an arm around your torso, holding you firmly as he sat up. He moved to sit on his knees, your legs tightly wrapped around his waist. He snapped his hips, your body bouncing in his grip. Your face fell into his neck again, crying out when his cock brushed against that sensitive spot inside your walls. "Yeah, right there?" 

Again, again, and again. He held you around his hips, making sure you felt each rock of his hips, and every time his cock hit your most sensitive spot. 

"Yes! Fuck Leon— oh God— yes, don't stop please!" 

You didn't even have to tell him. He'd be damned if he stopped before he could feel the squeeze of your tight walls, before he could hear the lewd sound of his cock slapping against your wet cunt. Never. He'd die first. He held you tight, one arm still firm over your back, pressing your chest against his, while the other hand was deep in your hair, pulling just as hard as you were pulling his. 

"Mhmm I wouldn't dream of it, baby. Not gonna stop until you're screaming my name, shaking when you come— ah— can already feel it." He moaned every word, his own need for release slipping. Only you could make him lose control like this, only you could be both his instability and his comfort. It made you want to give in, all of yourself, to him. "Look at you, holding me so tight, taking me so fucking well. God. You're so goddamn perfect— agh—" 

"Mmmm please… please Leon, I wanna come." You were whining the words into his neck, nails digging into his back as you held on for dear life, his punishing thrusts not once letting up, only getting you closer to falling apart. 

"I'm gonna make you come, don't worry." He breathed out a laugh, lips pressed to your hair as he sneaked a hand between your bodies, slick fingers pressing down on your swollen clit. It didn't take much more for you to fall into a shuddering fit of sobs, nails digging into his shoulder blades and toes curling as your wetness seeped around his cock. "Mhmm yes, fuck yes. Good girl."

He used his other arm to pull your body up as it slouched against his chest. He only chuckled breathlessly as your body gave out on top of him as soon as you orgasm washed over you. He held you firmly as he drilled into you, now chasing his own release. His eyes were screwed shut, blonde hair sticking to his forehead as he pressed his face into your chest, rasped whimpers falling from his lips. 

"Ahh— Fuck, your pussy— God— can't get enough of it. I don't ever want to leave this room. You're the only good thing in this fucked up world. The prettiest— mhm fuck." He knew he all he was saying is nonsense, and he knew you weren't fully listening, still half asleep and utterly fucked out, but you were still conscious enough to whimper his name. Like weak praises, weak and pathetic, but fuck, it was the prettiest sound he'll ever hear. "Shit. Fuck. Gonna come baby— ah yes— say my name just like that. Mhmm fuuuck." 

Leon held you down on his cock, hips slightly twitching in aftershock as he spilled himself inside you with a guttural moan of your name that almost made you want to come again right then and there. It was silent for a long while as you simply held each other. His face on your chest and yours on top of his mess of bed/sex hair, and he was hugging close, damn near bear hugging you. You didn't want to move him. You knew if there was something he needed in this world was to feel safe. And you would burn the whole world just to give him that. 

"Thank you." You finally heard his voice, it was mumble, almost muffled by your (his) t-shirt. You irked up an eyebrow, eyes hooded as you opened them to look at him. 

"For what?" You mumbled quietly, sleep and tiredness slowly taking over you again. He lifted his head, there was this tiny smile on his face. He moved you both around until he was laying on his back again and you were laying on his chest, only then he answered. 

"For making me feel… safe." He paused for a few seconds before saying the word, and you could hear the lightheartedness in his voice. Like he no longer felt that tug on his chest, or that pull in his head. For now at least. "I'm never going to forget the things that I've seen and done, I might have nightmares for the rest of my fucking life, but… when I'm with you I feel like.. Like I can breathe so.. Thank you." 

You rested your hands on his chest as you leaned up enough to press a kiss to his lips. It was slow, gentle and loving. He had only started to learn about those things when he met you. 

"I love you Leon." You sighed happily, nuzzling your face into his neck. He hummed softly, inhaling the scent of your hair, the fresh lavender and vanilla comforting him in the best way possible. He pressed a kiss to your hair and closed his eyes. 

"I love you. And I don't think you'll ever understand just how much you mean to me." 

He had nightmares every night, every night since Raccoon City. But on some nights with you, he would sleep through the night happily.

[viaoverthemoon]

Father's Day <3

Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Happy Father's Day to my man <3

He's no father, but he's about to be one today ;)

Enjoy!

Summary: You tease Leon with a secret Father's Day gift, and he has less than an hour to open it <3

Cw: SMUT, p in v sex, unprotected sex (Don't be silly, wrap your willy), mating press (if u squint), kinda quickie, little sad/happy part at the end

18+!! NSFW!! MDNI!! Sexual themes ahead!!

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The second your daughters are out the door, you're ushered to your bedroom by your husband.

Quiet giggles spill from both of your lips as Leon chases you down the hallway that leads to your shared bedroom. He manages to catch you just before you can fully shut the door in his face, wrapping his hands around your waist and ignoring your surprised scream.

Your giggles are soon turned into blissful sighs as Leon presses loving kisses to your neck, moving one of his hands away from your waist to grab your hand and intertwine your fingers.

You quickly pull him into the room and he closes the door with his foot. He nudges you backwards until you eventually run into your bed, falling back on it and sitting on the soft and ruffled blanket. You look up at him, watching him with mischievous eyes as he steps between your legs and looks down at you. "What?"

His eyes widen. "'What?' What?! Sweetheart, that little stunt you pulled there almost killed me! What if the kids saw that?"

You roll your eyes at his joking words, trying to ignore his hands running up your legs and trailing up under your robe.

So, you'd teased him. So what? All you did was write 'Hurry up and unwrap your Father's Day gifts so you can unwrap the one under my robe. ;)' On the card you'd gotten for him.

Of course, you'd gotten your two daughters their own separate cards to give to him. The very same daughters who are hardly old enough to know how to read. And even if they did accidentally read the card, they wouldn't have understood it.

But after seeing the card, Leon's face turned a bright red and he whipped his head towards you with wide eyes and an open mouth. Then he made up some bullshit excuse to the girls and told them there were somethings he needed from the gas station down the street (of course he had Chris go with them).

"Well then, it's a good thing they didn't, huh?" You said, before biting your lip, your eyes darkening as you ran your hands up his chest. "Now, are you gonna keep talking, or are you gonna unwrap your last gift?"

Something seemed to snap within Leon when you said that. Suddenly, you were thrown farther onto the bed. You land on your back, a surprised yelp leaving your lips. Leon's on you in a second, hungrily staring down at your body as he reaches for the ropes of your robe. "Fuck, we have 30 minutes max..."

You watch him as he slowly opens your robe, you watch as his eyes widen to the size of saucers, and you watch as he loses all self-restraint.

The lingerie you had on was arguably the most revealing set you owned. A cute, lacy black set that hung onto all the right curves in all the right places. You liked it enough to buy it as a gift for Leon. And it would seem he liked it too.

He makes quick work of your clothes, tossing your legs into the air and slipping off your panties before scooting down the bed to be eye level with your drenched pussy.

You're surprised by his quickness, having no time to prepare yourself for when his mouth suddenly latches onto your cunt.

"Oh shit-!" Your back arches and your eyes widen. Your moans are unrestrained as your hands shoot down to harshly grip Leon's hair.

He doesn't seem to care though. In fact, your action seems to encourage him as he groans and pulls your hips closer to his face.

Your body can't keep up. Your orgasm is already close and you're about to cum embarrassingly fast. You whimper as you try to pull his head away. "Fuck- Leon- Wait... Honey, I'm so- so fucking close-"

You try to warn him but he's not letting up. Your legs are shaking and your toes begin to curl as the knot gets tighter and tighter... until it finally snaps.

Your release hits you like a fucking train. Your back arches further and stays painfully like that for at least a minute as the only word on your tongue is Leon's name. You say his name like a prayer. Like it's the only thing keeping you going.

Leon helps you down from your high, watching you with a predatory gaze. You're left in a state of pure bliss, looking down at Leon as he licks up your slit one last time before coming up to rest between your legs.

You open your arms to him, holding him close as he kisses you deeply and lovingly. Your mind is completely fogged by the passionate kiss, so much so, that you hardly notice Leon lining himself up to your entrance.

You pull away slightly, a breathy moan escaping from your lips as his cock eases its way into you. Leon groans, sitting up to grab your hips and keep them in place.

Once he bottoms out, he slides one of his hands down to your right leg, folding it to your chest and hitting a deeper angle that makes you see stars.

You barely have time to appreciate the feeling before Leon snaps his hips forward, ramming into you and causing your body to jerk. He fucks you at an unrelenting pace, muscles tensing with every movement. You can't hold back the tortured moans that rip from your chest, hands clinging to Leon's biceps and leaving red angry scratch marks along his skin.

He throws his head back, panting and groaning as his grip on your thigh tightens. You simply clench around him, limbs trembling as you let him have his way with you.

His thrusts get sloppy, and he begins to babble praise to you as he gets close.

A series of yes, yes, yes's leave your lips before you reach your high, your head digging into the mattress as a high-pitched whine accompanies your release.

Leon moans out at the feeling of your orgasm seeping all over his dick, his thrusts becoming more ruthless and his hand gripping the pillow beside your head. "Oh fuuuck sweetheart, you're gonna milk me dry over here- Ah- I'm gonna c-"

And with that, he pushes all the way inside of you, his warm seed filling you to the brim. He shudders, his thighs trembling from the power of his own release.

You watch him come down from his high, admiring the beauty of your husband, before caressing his hair and bringing his face down to yours for another passion filled kiss. And it's only when you run out of air that you pull away, panting and gazing lovingly into his icy blue eyes with the softest smile.

"Happy Father's Day, my love. You aren't perfect, but you do your best. And that's all that matters. Thank you for caring, thank you for being here, thank you for loving."

Of course, you held him while he cried. <3

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Yes y'all, the kids did make it back home (After you and Leon cleaned up and everything ofc).

Hope y'all enjoyed!

Requests are open!! <3

[maxwapan]

A Certain Euphoria

leon s. kennedy x male!reader

wc. 1.7k

cw. incest, dad/son incest, OOC(duh), implied abuse, alcoholism, mutual interest (mostly from reader in this one), internalized homophobia

note. sort of continuation from this fic right here… no smut (yet) sorry but uhm there are some implied sexual acts? also the writing is kind of boring I think .. sorry excuse how bland it is please lol… feedback always appreciated :3 || title is A Certain Euphoria by Strange Boutique

You squirm, wriggle your hips and scoot your bottom back, but no matter whatever you try to do, you can’t seem to find a comfortable position on the thick muscle of your father’s thigh.

Yeah, his lap.

You were on your dad’s lap at your grown age. Willingly, too.

It didn’t take much for him to be able to coax you, just some sweet words and playful teasing and you were at his beck and call like a mindless dog.

That’s normal though, isn’t it? To be this close with your dad. You’d rather he baby and coddle you than beat you, which is why you try your best to stay on his good side. It doesn’t take much to set him off; one small, snide comment and he starts bugging out like a gas station cokehead. Plus, it’s not good for an old man like him. His heart could give out or something. Who’d take care of you then? Not your mom, that’s for sure.

Large hands steady your hips, squeezing gently.

“Relax,” Leon coos, nosing your nape, the action making you shiver. He’s so touchy, so brazen. A part of you flusters, unsure of what to make of his attention. It’s sweet, but it makes you feel dirty. Not gross dirty, but an “I feel like I shouldn’t be this close to my dad” type of dirty. You’re a boy, after all, aren’t you? Boys don’t get all sappy and sit on each other’s laps. Maybe you should be more worried about the dad part, though. Being gay is the least of your worries, and not something you should think about at this point in your life.

“Sorry,” You mumble, heat searing your cheeks, making you sweat. “I’m just kinda uncomfy.” Honesty is the best policy, you remind yourself. Pushing back against your dad, you turn your head slightly to nuzzle your cheek against his chest apologetically, acutely aware of the fact that you had accidentally bumped your ass into his groin. Your heart skips a beat, but dad doesn’t say anything, simply tightening his hold on you and kissing your cheek, making you wilt with disappointment.

“Gonna have to deal with it,” Leon grumbles, arms wrapping around your waist, keeping you caged against him. “I want you close.”

You let out a huff, but otherwise say nothing. It’s sweet, you think. Your old man has quite the soft spot for you, and you don’t want to overthink his intentions, so you stay put and rest the back of your head against his firm chest, eyes focused on the TV ahead. One of Leon’s hands slips from your waist to your belly, fingers squeezing gently at the soft skin, coaxing out a sharp inhale from you.

Your hands follow, meekly grabbing onto your dad’s hand and tugging feebly, halting those curious fingers. “Don’t do that,” Your brows pinch together, a mixture of embarrassment and warmth pooling in your lower abdomen and down there. It’s just instinctual, you think. You hope. You can’t control yourself when it comes to stuff like that. You’re just sensitive is all. You can’t get touched in certain places or ways without pitching a tent. You just can’t.

This brings you back to your first time in the locker room with the guys. Some random boy had patted you on the hip playfully, but his hand had lingered for a tad bit longer than you would’ve liked, and you swore he gave you a little squeeze too. Needless to say, it was humiliating when everyone noticed your poor attempt at hiding the boner that had decided to pop through your underwear.

Word had somehow got out too, and dad ended up hearing about it. He went on the whole “boys your age go through changes” spiel, and you almost considered suicide that night.

Anyways.

Leon takes offense to your attempt at redirecting him, his grip growing strict. He doesn’t scold you, much to your surprise. He just looks at you as if you were a child throwing a fit, brief amusement swelling in his eyes. “I’m your dad,” he says. Yeah, you know that, dad, and the sky is blue. “don’t gotta be embarrassed around me, tiger.” You cringe at the nickname, face scrunching up as if something sour had snuck its way into your mouth. He squeezes again, and you gasp this time.

“Yeah, no, I know, but-“

“But nothing,” Leon cuts you off, pinching your side and making you squeak.

You focus on the lingering sting instead of complaining, hand trying to soothe the irritated skin with small rubs. “Sorry,” You mumble, eyes fluttering shut when he squeezes again and again. Over and over.

His pinkie dips beneath your waistband, and you start to feel your head go fuzzy, your briefs tightening painfully around the crotch area. It hurts so good, and your hips twitch upwards involuntarily, seeking friction. Oh god, you’re going crazy and he’s not even doing anything that provocative.

Touch my dick, touch my dick, please.

He doesn’t. Instead, his hand slides over to your chest, fingers splayed out to feel as much of you as he could. Disgruntled, you pout, letting out a weary sigh and slumping against your dad in defeat, his hard chest pressing into your back. His body isn’t what it used to be, softened after years of drinking, but you can feel what slight muscle he has left. For a guy his age, he should be proud, you’ll give him that.

He leans forward and rests his chin on the top of your head, the weight making you tilt downwards slightly. His hand movements still and you frown, confused. It’s silent for a minute, the only sounds in the room coming from the television’s stereo. Some cheesy flick is playing on screen. A girl chews her gum lazily before popping it, eyeing a male character coquettishly as he speaks. You can’t bring yourself to focus on the corny dialogue, lost in thought.

The silence draws out, and for a moment, you think you’ve done something wrong, but then dad speaks, his voice gruff and his eyes fixated on the film ahead, “Think you can get me another cold one, sweetheart?”

You can’t say no to that. Not if you want to keep your face looking pretty.

You nod, giving an anxious little hum before scooting off his lap. Leon taps his foot impatiently, glancing over at you pointedly as you scurry off to the kitchen.

The lack of warmth makes you shiver, goosebumps spreading across your skin when the icy air within the fridge lashes at you. The top layer is the only one that isn’t scarce, filled to the brim with the kind of alcohol dad likes, some of the bottles gifted by his suck-up coworkers. You can tell by the rich designs on the front and the fancy fonts (and definitely not by his habit of skimping out on things). One of them still has a bow attached around the neck. A charming man is a charming man, you suppose.

You take the easiest one to open and rush back, handing Leon the bottle before hopping onto his lap again, sighing in relief when his body heat starts to seep into you once more. Your ears manage to catch the small grunt he makes when he unscrews the cap and brings the opened top to his mouth. The large gulp that follows makes you lick your lips, a subconscious craving for something to quench your thirst. Water sounds nice right now, you think.

Eyes flickering back to the TV, you try to follow along with the poor plot, only to startle and yelp when cold glass is shoved and squeezed between your thighs, the alcohol bottle held upright.

“Dad-“

“Shh,” Leon shushes, tugging at a few locks of your hair near the back of your head, a silent warning. “The table’s too far to reach from here. Just hold it for me, okay?”

You make sure to squeeze your thighs together extra tight now, not wanting the bottle to slide out of your grip. That’d be life-ending. “…’kay.” You nod, feeling heat tingle all over your face, melting down to your chest. You squirm slightly, trying to get used to the cold somehow without being too dramatic. Leon notices, and he clicks his tongue in disapproval, annoyed by your fidgeting.

With a swift movement, he brings the bottle back and slides it up your inner thighs until it presses firmly against your crotch. Luckily, your shorts protect you from the full extent of the chilly surface, but some of it manages to seep through the fabric. A soft whimper slips through your parted lips, but you don’t complain. You can’t, you remind yourself. Besides, you’re grateful he doesn’t shove it up your ass instead, because he could, and he would.

You try to focus on your task as a drink holder and continue to keep dad’s bottle secure between your legs, but no matter how hard you try to be good, you’re unable to keep from squirming and giving subtle pushes with your hips against the glass. You could lie and say you didn’t mean to, but the truth is you just can’t help yourself, not around dad. It’s almost like you’ve got a knack for it. For being a little needy. But that’s not a crime, is it?

Leon’s hand comes down and grips onto the neck of the bottle, yanking it out without second thought to take another swing, ignoring the little “uufh!” that escapes you.

You look back woozily, head fuzzy. Leon’s Adam’s apple bobs as he takes three big gulps, the burn of fresh whiskey making his face screw up funnily. He pats your hip with his freehand, and falls back against the couch with a groan, bringing the bottle down to recline against the armrest on his right. Blinking up at him, you tilt your head in a silent question.

Leon’s gaze lingers on your face for a second or two before he lets his eyes flutter shut, his head lolling back against the couch. “Hmpff,” he yawns, “daddy needs his sleep, kiddo.”

You open your mouth to protest, but he pats the top of your head with a gentle palm before you could even manage to get a word out. You lean into it. you always do. Even if he was dismissing you as if you were a toddler incapable of thinking for yourself.

“Go to bed,” He murmurs groggily, pushing you off his lap with small nudges, “I’ll join you soon…” He’s already snoring.

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Hey how's it going? I was wondering if you would do an imagine of re4r Leon x Wesker reader, where she is Wesker's daughter

heartbeat

re4!leon kennedy x weskers!daughter reader

— a oneshot (request)

warnings: MDNI, 18+, enemies to lovers basic troupe (bc i can and im a slut for it), some foul language, mentions of readers raging daddy issues (thanks wesker), age difference by like a few years (reader is 21 and leon is 27), reader is female and uses (she/her) pronouns, smut (obviously), unprotected sex (for the love of god please wrap it), praise (and some small degradation), hair pulling, he slaps her once, spanking, slightly soft!dom leon, bratty and stubborn asf reader and whatever foul things i’m forgetting

“he sees her in a way that makes her bones ache, like the oncoming of a storm or a tornado before it wipes people out. she sees it, whenever she’s unfortunate enough to run into him. she sees the way he looks down at her (and not just for her age, or her height) but for who her dad is. albert wesker. did she ever want to be born? carry that title at the agency? fuck no, she never did. but leon, looking down at her like scum off of his shoe…only made her burn more. in a way that was dangerous, yet thrilling.”

— or leon finally has enough of weskers daughters shit and decides to put her in her place

an: this request is hopefully what you asked for anon? and if not, so sorry in advance lol. i just took your idea and ran with it. also, it’s super long, i got carried away. also making up for how long i haven’t posted. pls enjoy <3

hate it’s a very strong word. it’s the only word she’s ever used to describe dislikes and things she’d rather not talk about.

she hates leon, even though she’s not supposed to. she’s supposed to like him, be buddy buddy with him but she can’t bring herself to be. not when he looks at her like she killed his family.

she didn’t, just for some context.

she’s tried to reconcile with the feeling of him glaring daggers at her every five seconds whenever they’re in the same room. or the way he looks when someone else mentions your name. it’s almost like a fun drinking game.

see how many times leon can glare at you in one social gathering before your hammered. she would play it if she drank, just to ease some of the tension of the heated looks that coated his blue eyes.

and what did she ever do to him anyways? absolutely nothing. she just existed and apparently, just like her father, that was enough to make her scum on the bottom of the hypothetical shoe.

her father, that was another reason she hated when leon would glare at her. it’s like that’s all he could see, she could see the hatred burn in his irises like the plague. a hatred for her, her father and seemingly all the things that her father had done wrong.

which was a lot, to be fair.

but having to be right next to leon, while your father talked to you both, it was like she was in her worst nightmare and she could pinch herself just so she would wake up.

that was what was happening right now, sitting in the organizations main office, ada standing idle at the door, almost as if she was guarding it from her or leon making a run for it.

she did not want to be here with her enemy and the guy she hates sitting next to her while they wait for her father. leon apparently didn’t want to be here either, if his grumbles and small looks of discomfort were any indicator.

he was literally sitting in his rivals office, sneaking glances at ada every so often, sending small glares in your direction, all while they waited for your father to make his designated appearance.

eventually ada gets uncomfortable with the silence and the looks and leaves, probably to stand outside the room. you thank god, crossing your legs in your chair and scooting it away from leon’s figure in the chair next to her.

it’s like the tension could be cut in this room with a knife, she could see him glaring at her out of the corner of her eye. subtle glares that she could pinpoint not just from her endless training but from the fact of leon’s obvious lack of subtlety.

“can i help you? or would you rather just keep glaring at me like i killed your puppy?” she says with a small sudden look in his direction, catching him head on. he scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest, tossing some of his hair out of his eyes, “i don’t have to answer you.” he responds.

“at least you can fucking speak. i thought you only could communicate with grunts and scoffs.” she says with a small sarcastic smile, looking directly at him as if to size him up or something. she knew she could probably take him if it came to that. the thought excited her but also made her heart pick up.

he mutters something to himself and doesn’t say anything, which is typical leon behavior when he’s even in the same vicinity as her. she didn’t know why her father wanted them both here.

and she had no clue why she was literally being forced to sit in a room with someone who avoided her like the plague. she shifts in her seat and looks down at her lap again, drumming her manicured hands against her knee and bouncing her leg as she waited.

the silence was almost as thick as the tension, it could probably swallow them both if they weren’t careful. “can you stop doing that?” she hears him say in a low voice. she rolls her eyes internally, what was his problem now?

“stop doing what?” she says in a small snap, obviously irritated as she whips her head in his direction to look at him. his blue eyes were hard, stone like and it felt like he could freeze her just with a look. she was surprised that she wasn’t.

“tapping your leg. moving it. just stop.” he says as he glances towards her legs crossed over each other in the chair, one bouncing regularly as she just sat there and did absolutely nothing.

seriously? what is his fucking deal? she thinks to herself as she rolls her eyes at him again, ignoring his request as she continues to bounce her foot in her chair. she simply uncrosses them and lets her boot clad feet rest on the floor, still bouncing one leg.

he shoots her daggers, like a look that could slice her skin clean open. she didn’t dare look at him, knowing that she was pushing him, making him more annoyed and irritated. but she didn’t really care, she just wanted her dad to be here so she could get the fuck away from leon and his penetrating look.

he doesn’t say anything, the glares and sighs and scoffs never ending as she kept bouncing her knee as she anxiously waited. eventually, he got fed up and slammed a hand down on her knee that was bouncing.

“enough. i said quit it.” he says in a low voice towards her, leaning over the arm of his chair so that he could make his message quite clear: don’t fuck with him. she swallows and her eyes go a tad wide, she looks down at the knee he’s holding, his hand so large over her knee it makes images appear in her mind that she wants to not have right now.

“okay, jesus. i won’t do it anymore, just let go of me.” she says in irritated tone, moving her knee and her entire chair away from him. he slips his hand away and just presses his lips together, his jaw clenching like a fist. she swallows subtly and just keeps herself away from him.

“good. your finally fucking learning something.” he says in a small smirk finds its way onto his lips, she doesn’t dare look over at him fully. settling for the peripheral view of him in his chair next to hers, sitting behind the desk.

she doesn’t have a chance to ask him what he means before the door opens and albert wesker finally makes his long delayed appearance. and for once, she’s glad her father is actually in the room, the lesser of two evils at the moment.

but it still rings in her mind, what did leon mean? what did any of this mean? and…why did that touch on her knee send her into such a wave of confusion? she’d hope that some questions would be silently answered soon. 

turns out that the reason they were both there, was not for some lecture or some lesson. but rather for leon to teach her more about discrepancy during missions. which unfortunately for her meant that she had to train with him.

leon wasn’t thrilled about it either, he looked like he was about ready to punch her dad when he made the suggestion. and he argued, “why me? why not someone from this organization? why the rivals?” whining like a child who got paired with another child he didn’t like.

she would’ve laughed if her father wasn’t staring directly at her, glaring like she would get reprimanded for looking at him funny. but wesker didn’t answer leon’s question, just annoyingly stated that it was because he said, and unfortunately for the both of them thats how they ended up in their current position.

standing in a training room at the DSO, letting him attempt to teach her some moves. which if his instruction wasn’t good, she would be totally lost. at least he had that going for him.

she was offended by her father’s statement, not living up to his fucking beyond perfect standards. like no matter what she did, whatever mission she completed…it was like it meant nothing to him.

like she was just supposed to be just like him, stoic and untouchable. she wasn’t, she was nothing like him and he had to know that or he wouldn’t push her so hard and break her down like this.

knowing her weak spot of hatred for leon kennedy, using him as an excuse so she could get pushed harder and harder until she eventually broke into pieces. knowing how this would all play out, letting leon have his fun with throwing punches and swings her way like he’s probably always wanted too.

this is their third training session, the first two sessions spanned two weeks after the discussion with her father in the organization’s office. during this particular training session leon had been giving her shit, trying to poke at her, hitting all her weak spots that she didn’t even know she had.

“step into it and actually act like you want to hit me.” he says harshly as he looks down at her, his chest rising and falling fast as he pulls her up harshly off the matted floor. she swallows and tries to catch her breath.

“i do want to hit you. just not for training purposes.” she hisses as she lets him pull her up roughly by her arm, landing on her own two feet again, pulling out of his grab on her arm. he sends her a disappointing look, “funny.” he deadpans as he looks at her.

“oh yeah, fucking hysterical.” she moves back away from him, moving hair behind her shoulder as she does, going to the edge of the mat in the training room. he lets out a sarcastic chuckle, “maybe if you fucking hit me like you were supposed too-“

“shut up! shut the fuck up. i will hit you. i will.” she says in a hiss as she comes charging towards him, almost sprinting as she tries to land a punch to his face but he blocks her faster, holding her fist in his large hand. “enough.” he demands, pushing her fist away harshly.

he spoke in that same tone like he did four weeks ago and she felt something in her falter. something weaken, like a dying fire inside of her bones and body. she stopped, for her own good, dropping her hand back by her side.

“you need to stop being so fucking counter intuitive with your movements. i could see that weak punch coming from a mile away.” he explains as firmly as he could, sending a small look of irritation her direction. she catches the look, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest.

“and how does one do that?” she says with a small look of annoyance and obvious boredom. something happening within her at his firm tone that she couldn’t quite place. it just felt different, she didn’t know how to feel about it.

he takes a step towards her, slow and methodical. he takes her hand that attempted to throw a punch at her, he makes a fist with her smaller hand, forming a punch gesture. “this,” he raises her formed fist by her wrist. her breath faltering a little as he does this.

“you never ever want to form a loose fist, ever. first step,” he says with conviction and firmness, she can’t even pretend to be irritated. not now, not with his hands on her hand and his tone so firm and reprimanding.

“fist tight, curled knuckles but keep them out.” he says as he runs the pads of his fingers over her knuckles, smoothing them out as if they were ripples in the sea. she simply lets him, not having the fight left in her to even move. she simply swallows and nods, as if she could focus on his direction right now.

“second thing,” he holds her wrist up with the curled fist he formed with her fingers, “always aim with purpose. always throw your punch with intention.” he says firmly, looking down deep into her eyes as he did so the message came across.

he chuckles dryly, “not like you did before when you charged at me.” he states, holding her tiny wrist in his large hand. proving his point further by dropping her hand back down at her side. her fist uncurling as a breath is released from her lips.

“now, let’s try another defense, practice the punch and do what i told you. maybe you won’t be entirely unfortunate.” he says with a small crooked smirk, mocking her obviously as he backed up. she didn’t have it in her to poke him back, she didn’t even know what was happening to her.

like she had been reduced to a puddle at his hands, only a simple touch on her hand, a firm tone and a teaching. not even a lecture, just a simple firm instruction. she was confused, but she would continue.

even though her insides felt strange and uncomfortable, like a change that was happening inside of her that she couldn’t even pinpoint and she hated it.

a month into training sessions and she still felt that weird feeling in her body whenever his tone was firm and hard towards her, like a scolding parent.

but now it was different, she felt like she was suddenly awakened. like a part of her was different. she knew it wasn’t just his training. she could tell that much, leon must’ve sensed something.

because now he’s talking to her as they sit down on the bench of the D.S.O training room, her body turned towards him, crossing her legs in her lap. she sips from her water bottle, wiping her sweaty forehead as she feels his presence next to her on the bench.

“does it hurt?” he asks suddenly, making her snap her eyes towards him, her brows furrowed. she’s surprised he wasn’t bickering with her or lecturing her on her performance in his training he’s been giving her.

“does what hurt?” she asks as she swallows the water, looking at him, brushing some sweaty hair out of her eyes from her forehead. her water bottle clenched firmly in her lap, adjusting on the bench.

he sighs and leans forward a little, propping his elbows on his knees. she keeps her eyes trained on him, where they about to have a heart to heart? seriously? she could act shocked, but deep down within her she felt something shift. “your relationship with your father. does it hurt?” he asks in almost a whisper. like it wasn’t supposed to be spoken.

she parts her lips a little, glancing down at her water bottle as she tried to think of an answer. did it hurt? did the relationship with her father, the untouchable albert wesker, hurt?

if it was like asking if a cactus hurt if you touched it, or if fire burned you if you got too close.

she already knew her answer after a few beats of silence, keeping her legs crossed on the bench. she swallows, words that have wanted to be long awaited left her mouth, “yeah, it hurts. but not for the reasons you probably think.” she responds softly.

he glances over his shoulder at her, letting it sink in, letting her response soak into his bones. “what reasons then?” he asks her, moving some of his hair out of his eyes with a small move of his head. he needed to know if his suspicions were correct or not.

or if he had been hating her almost unprovoked by the simple nature of who her dad was.

she takes a glance back up at him, looking at the way his muscles strained against the back of his t-shirt that he had worn to training today. she feels heat pool between her legs and bites her lip, a response to his question on the tip of her tongue.

“he expects perfection, all the time. blood or not blood. and it’s like no matter what i do, no matter how many missions i go on, it’s never enough.” she explains as she tries to focus on the conversation with him, she can’t deny that her gaze on him could burn holes if she looked hard enough.

and the uncomfortable pooling in her underwear did not help this situation one bit.

but still she continues, “being his daughter is a burden when it should feel like a blessing.” she whispers as she blinks her eyes, the truth felt freeing even if it was to leon, an enemy almost turned acquaintance in this past month.

he looks over at her again, leaning up and settling straight against the bench. he looks almost like he’s finally understanding now. getting both sides of the story. like he had been looking at his enemy or his competitor as one, when really it was just her and wesker.

she wasn’t him, he knew that now. he needed to be sure and now he was. he felt guilty like he had hated this girl forever for no purpose entirely, just because her father had a tainted reputation within all agency’s.

“is it really that bad?” he asks softly, again, almost as if he’s afraid to ask it. like it had been so bad hypothetically and it was too much. leon fears he already knows the answer to his question.

his blue eyes look over her sweaty and worn out frame, sitting innocently criss crossed on the bench next to him in the training room. she looked like a hurt little girl who had scraped her knee on the pavement and now leon was the one to tend to her wounds.

not her father.

“my last mission, i went to aruba. i took down an entire fleet of enemies and people without batting an eye. i typed up the report, gave it back to him and instead of saying good job, anything…he told me that my diligence was sloppy and unnecessary.” she says with a small swallow as she looks down at her water bottle in her lap, blinking some water away from her eyes.

tears or sweat? who knew.

her hair followed her, curtaining her face only slightly. as she let out a pained laugh, shaking her head, leon had opened the emotional can of worms without even potentially realizing it. “as if me taking down people, almost an entire colony, meant nothing to him.” she cracks out, taking a small shaky breath.

she looks over at him with a slightly pained expression, moving her hair out of her eyes. he could see it in her eyes when she looked at him. he wishes he could fix what damage wesker had done by simply being her father.

but he knew he couldn’t. he could only stop hating her, and that was easier said than done. but he could try, make her have something or rather someone to latch onto, to reprimand her in a way that didn’t damage her self esteem.

“what if i told you that i don’t want to be at your throat anymore? what would you say to that?” he says with a small press of his lips, looking over her sweaty and exhausted body. his cock hardened in his training gear of the thought of what lie beneath her workout outfit.

god, what would her lips feel like? sucking him off, pretty and perfect as he slid his dick into her mouth. probably look up at him all teary eyed and desperate. hell, she would probably thank him for it.

he was trying to ignore it, his dick twitching in his pants as he saw her think over his words, the gears turning in her brain.

she felt her lips part, a small breath leaving her. was it shock? some undercurrent of happiness? she didn’t know she couldn’t piece it together right now. not when she was trying to ignore her arousal and stay focused on the words coming out of leon’s mouth.

“i’d like that a lot.” she responds with a small smile, one that he hadn’t seen before. one that she hadn’t let grace her face in years it felt like. he knew this wasn’t going to be easy, being so close to her now, not being enemies.

but still, that understanding was there. she didn’t need him hating on her anymore, sending glares that were clearly reserved for her dad, her way. she didn’t deserve that, even if her father seemed like the evil embodiment of everything he hated.

he could see she was nothing like that, he smiles only slightly and nods, “alright. friends? acquaintances?” he says with a small stick out of his hand towards her. she looks down at it, swallowing thickly, his hands painting images in her mind that weren’t exactly appropriate right now.

she nods, still smiling, “friends.” she says softly and reaches out to wrap her hand around his, shaking it. his size so clearly dwarfed hers. her heart swelled a little, her core pulsing.

they were both lying to themselves and so obviously aroused, it was only a matter of time before the tension snapped. and all hell would break loose.

the next week, she walks into the D.S.O training room and she’s nervous, nervous for what? she’s not even sure but she sees him sitting on the bench like he was last week when they agreed to be friends.

he sees her walk in, she notices something different in his gaze this time but she’s not sure what. he looks almost…hungry. like he could just devour her with one look. “hey, sorry i’m late…” she begins to apologize and he stops her with his words.

she drops her workout bag on the bench, “don’t worry about it. but i have something in mind that’s different today.” he says with a small glance over her legging and sports bra clad body.

he already felt half-hard, just looking over her body and her curves. how he could get over the hate, see her as something so attractive and so delicate was beyond his comprehension. all he knew was he had to have her now, he had been thinking about this all week.

she didn’t know what he meant, she did know that he looked at her in a way no one ever had before, something deep and unrecognizable to the untrained eye. “what did you have in mind?” she asks quietly as she looks over into his eyes, her body trying to find out what he had in store for her.

he got up off the bench and stepped towards her, looking down at her with his hungry blue eyes. “you’re attracted to me.” he just states, keeping her eyes pinned on his.

she blinked up at him and nervously laughed, “what are you talking about?” she tried to brush it off as she looks up at him, trying to fool him with a nervous smile. “are you…are you trying to mess with me leon? it’s not funny.” she releases a shaky breath again.

he chuckles, shaking his head as he looks down at her, finding her idea of trying to mask it adorable. he reaches up and tucks some of the loose strands of hair behind her ear. “no, i’m not messing with you. you need my guidance, you need to be taught a lesson. but i’m not doing it unless you want me to.” he says with conviction.

she shivers at his warm touch on her skin, simply innocent but making butterflies and arousal occur to her body. he wouldn’t do it…unless she wanted him too? what could he possibly be talking about? did he mean…?

“are-are you talking about…?” she breathes shakily as she looks up at him, her chest rising and falling fast as she does. “sex?” she whispers and it doesn’t even sound like she’s saying it. the words feel so alien coming out of her mouth.

he nods slowly, tracing his hand that was fixing her hair down to her chin. “if that’s what you want, yes. your attracted to me, i’m attracted to you and we don’t hate each other anymore.” he points these things out as a storm of emotions swirls around in her head. 

he’s attracted to me? to me? the person he hated and glared at for as long as she knew him. she almost couldn’t believe it. but she got over it quickly, realizing that he was offering sex…with him to her so freely and openly.

“those are your only…reasons?” she whispers softly as she looks up into his eyes, blinking steadily as she tries to reconcile and decide within her brain what she wants to do.

“i have plenty of reasons. but those are the only ones you need to know right now. don’t believe me?” he says with a small look of intimidation in his eyes, because why would she believe him considering her history even though they were “friends” now.

she slowly shakes her head, he grabs her hand in a firm grasp like he did when he was showing her how to form a fist. he leads it down to the front of his pants, his half hard cock in his jeans resting underneath her hand. she swallows as she maintains contact with his pant clad erection.

“you see now? you understand? hmm?” he leans into her neck and whispers those words hotly against her skin, causing goosebumps to erupt all over; pebbling her skin. arousal finding its way uncomfortably more beneath her leggings.

she nods wordlessly, looking at him as he keeps his head by her neck, he chuckles lowly. “use your words, you know how to talk baby. i know you do.” she can feel his smirk against her skin as he says that.

“yes, i understand.” she says in a soft voice that sounds nothing like her own. she moves her hand from his erection in his pants to his chest, rubbing her hand over his t-shirt, feeling his muscles beneath it.

“good girl. now, i am going to fuck you.” he says in her ear, her hole pulsing at the praise around nothing. she doesn’t even have it in her to care anymore, she’s losing all sense of rational thought at his close proximity.

she hums, feeling his lips ghost over her neck as he dangerously presses a kiss to it her skin, nibbling at it. she finds herself making a small noise that’s trapped in the back of her throat.

she practically melts under his touch, grasping onto his t-shirt. “don’t worry baby. i’ll take care of you. tell me you want it. or should i find out on my own?” he says lowly in almost a predatory growl against her neck. she shivers at his words, only imagining what he could mean by that. “i want it. i want…i want you to fuck me.” she says in a slightly whiny voice.

it’s hard to believe that it’s even her, she feels nothing like herself pressed up against him, his lips nibbling and sucking at her neck, his hands ghosting her waist. she’s not in control anymore like she usually is and it feels nice to hand it over to him, especially like this.

he smirks into her neck again, pulling his lips away from her sweet pale skin. he chuckles lowly, “good. now,” he steps back and looks down at her, looking at her sports bra, “take that off.” she blinks up at him with dreary eyes, she follows his orders though.

not having it in her to say no at this point. she pulls the zipper that’s down the front of it, the material underneath a little sheer. he can see the outline of her hardened nipples barely underneath. she continues to take it off, unclipping it from the front and letting her breasts spill out of it.

goosebumps all along her bare upper half as she feels his lustful glare penetrating her chest. eyeing her breasts with hunger. she lets the useless sports bra slip onto the floor. the cold air kissing her skin.

he reaches out and massages her breasts, “mmm, imagined how they looked. gotta say, i’m not disappointed.” he says with a smirk, he guides her over to the bench, nudging her to lay down, her head resting on the bare wood as he straddles the bench. he grabs her legs lifting them up over his shoulders, each ankle resting on his shoulders.

“mmm,” he leans down and presses his mouth to her chest, taking each nipple into his mouth while massaging the other, tweaking the nipples in his hands. she writhes underneath him, making small noises, her thighs pressed up to her stomach as he leans over her and devours her chest.

she lets it slip once, only once and once it does she regrets it. everything just feels so good and his mouth working on her chest is enough for it to slip out in ecstasy. “daddy…” she moans softly.

her body freezes up a little, waiting for him to recoil, to push her away and make her put her sports bra back on. but instead he looks up from her chest, releasing one of her breasts with a small pop. his gaze even hungrier if that was even possible.

“you gonna let daddy fuck your pussy?” he says in a low rasp as he grasps at her chest again, massaging her breasts again that he had devoured. she doesn’t act shocked that he agreed to the name, she just nods mindlessly.

“good girl.” he says with a small chuckle, leaning back. he lets his hands slide down from her breasts to the hem of her leggings, pulling them down with fervor. he scoots back and pulls them off of her legs, throwing them on the floor by her discarded sports bra of the training room floor.

he gets up from the bench, popping the button on his pants and pulling them down his legs, kicking them off with his shoes, removing hers as well. she looks at his large erection that’s straining in his boxers, a small spot of precum on the top where the tip must be.

she swallows a small noise as she lays her head back down on the bench, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. he looks down at her body, “no underwear? did you know this would happen? or are you just being a naughty little girl?” he says with a mocking tone as he catches her trying to press her thighs together where she lays on the bench.

she looks up at him from where she lays against the bench, she shakes her head. “i’m not naughty. my underwear…they just get ruined too easily, daddy.” he tilts his head with a small smirk, “is that so? are you lying princess?” he says as he straddles the bench again, pulling her by her ankles close to his boxer clad erection.

she shakes her head feverishly as if she could lie to him, he leans over her, lightly smacking her cheek, “your just desperate for my dick baby? is that it? even being near me and your soaking.” he says with a small mocking laugh as she just gazes bleary eyed back at him.

the light tingle of his small smack against her cheek makes her body light up like an electric shock, her hole clenching around nothing. the degrading going deep to her core, everything that he’s saying is just making her painfully more aroused.

her core is practically aching for him at this point. she nods up at him, “yes, daddy.” she says with a small whimper, he smirks and shakes his head, looking down at her glistening pussy.

“mmm, yeah, pretty tits and a pretty pussy. your just a beautiful sight baby.” he says with a small hum. she feels herself whimper softly and become wetter at just his words of praising her body. “your practically leaking on the bench, but don’t worry. i won’t leave you waiting for long.” he says with a small smack to her pussy, making her back arch and release a strangled noise.

“dirty girl.” he says with malice, he gets up again, walking over to the training room door, locking it and making sure no one could even look in here. he then takes his shirt off and walks towards her again, “on all fours baby, do it for daddy.” he says with a small gesture of his hands.

she bites her lips and shakily gets up off of the bench and gets on all fours, he grabs her duffle and puts his t-shirt on it, moving so she can rest her head on it for stability. he crawls behind her on the bench, rubbing the flesh of her ass with his large hands.

“such a pretty ass too, baby. hmmm,” he says in fascination as he lightly skims his fingers over her asshole, making her keel forward a little into his bunched up shirt on her duffle bag. he grabs her hip with one hand, keeping her in place. “nuh-uh, no moving from daddy.” he says with a small groan. he lightly smacks her ass, making her moan softly into the fabric of his t-shirt.

he feels a grin slide onto his face, “you like that? of course you do. your a naughty little girl.” he says and adds another smack to her other cheek. she releases another muffled moan into his t-shirt again.

he chuckles slowly, licking his lips. he leans back and pulls his boxers down, releasing his cock. he sighs in relief, finally able to breathe a little bit. “i’ll give my baby what she wants, even if she’s a naughty little slut.” he says with another smack to her ass, she keels forward again, her stomach arching into the bench.

her hole kept pulsing around nothing again as he said that, going straight to her core. her body still practically aching at this point for his cock. he chuckles and grips his cock in one hand, moving it through her slick folds. he keeps one hand still placed firmly on her hip.

she whimpers into his t-shirt as she feels the head of his cock touch her clit, teasing her. “please, daddy.” her whimpers muffled into the fabric.

he smacks her ass lightly again with his free hand, “shush, princess. you’ll get daddy’s cock in a second. i just need to make sure your ready.” he says with a small chortle again, he rubs his hand soothingly over her lightly red ass cheeks.

he takes his time coating his cock in her arousal, making her squirm and make tiny noises each time he does. “mmm, i think your ready for daddy’s cock baby.” he says with a small smirk, rubbing her ass cheeks, with his firm hands, sliding one hand down to brush the tip of his cock against her wet entrance.

she moaned softly, “yes, daddy.” she managed to get out as he nudged his tip in her entrance. she let out a strangled noise as he stuck the tip in, her fists gripping at the bench.

“just the tip baby and your sucking me in.” he groans as he nudged his cock further into her pussy, stretching her out more. “daddy…” she moaned weakly as she felt some drool slide out of her mouth and onto his t-shirt that her cheek was smushed against.

“i know, i know…just a little more baby. you can take it.” he says with a strangled noise, gritting his teeth as he slides more into her pussy, his length all the way inside of her at this point to the hilt.

“uhh, d-daddy…” she feels her body go slack a little at the fullness of his cock inside of her from behind. she finds it hard to focus on anything else right now, the feeling of his cock inside of her was so delicious and distracting.

“keep moaning for your daddy, wanna hear you princess.” he says with a small groan as he feels her pussy flutter around his cock, he reaches down and grabs at her hair, a fistful of it in his hands as he starts rocking his hips slowly against her, his hips slapping against her ass as he does.

she feels her eyes roll back and flutter shut a little, practically drooling as he yanks her hair up and causing her head to look straight ahead. she moans softly again, adjusting to his length. his hips move a little faster as he keeps her hair in a tight fist.

“so fucking tight, jesus.” he grunts as he keeps moving in and out of her. she moans daddy again at each thrust of his hips. she feels so fucking full and it almost feels like her skin is on fire in the best way possible.

he keeps fucking her, his hips moving faster as he keeps one hand on her hip to guide her hips back in as he thrusts, his other hand tugging at her hair as she moans and whines. “fuck…daddy…mmm, i’m close…” she manages to get out as he keeps thrusting into her, hitting that spot inside of her that made her vision go blurry.

he keeps making small grunts and noises of pleasure, “let go baby, i’ve got you. cum all over daddy’s cock.” she keeps releasing noises at every slap of his hips against her ass. she has his permission and she cums on his cock with a few more thrusts and hitting her sweet spot inside of her.

seeing stars dance in her vision, her body dropping back to his t-shirt, her thighs shaking as she releases and clenches around his cock. he releases her hair, the other hand holding onto her hips, a low groan escaping him as he feels her cum all over his cock.

the feeling of her squeezing around him is addicting and he knows he won’t last much longer. he fucks her through it and chases his own orgasm.

she bites her lips as small tears leak out of her eyes at the overstimulation that he gives her from his cock still moving in and out of her. “shh, it’s okay…baby, i’m close…gonna cum inside your pussy…” he manages to get out in between strangled noises, his hair dampening with sweat slightly.

she cries in a small whine of pleasure as he finally releases inside of her with just a few more thrusts, her pussy milking his cum so he doesn’t spill a drop out of her. she feels her body go slack as she comes down from it all, her chest rising and falling against the bench where she stays bent over.

he rubs a small reassuring hand over the curve of her ass, “you okay? i didn’t hurt you did i?” he says with a small hint of clarity as he slightly pulls out of her. she shakes her head into the fabric of his balled up t-shirt.

“here, here.” he grabs his boxers, climbing off of the bench and pulling them over his legs, he sits down on the bench. “put on the t-shirt, then cmere.” he says in a gentle but firm tone. she shakily moves her limbs and grabs his t-shirt from where it was crumpled up on top of her duffle.

he grabs his sweat rag from his own gym bag, patting his thighs for her to sit on. she adjusts his shirt over her body and moves to sit in his lap, burying her head into his neck and holding onto his bare chest with weak fists. he cleans up the inside of her thighs, over her sensitive folds.

she shivers and tries to move away from it, “shh, it’s okay. it’s okay. i’m just cleaning you up.” he whispers into her hair, pressing a gentle kiss there. she nods slowly, her eyes fluttering shut and relaxing into his lap, he pulls the rag away and puts it in his duffle next to him on the bench.

“was that good?” he says into her hair, looking down at her face with a small crane of his neck. “yeah, it was good.” she smiles softly as she tilts her head up and opens her eyes lazily. he smiles and rubs a hand over her back in a soothing gesture, feeling his heart bloom into a cathartic way he hasn’t felt in years.

“how about i take you out for dinner sometime? hmm? properly treat you.” he says with small squeeze of her hip, she smiles up at him, nodding. “i’d love that.” she says with a small sigh of content.

she held him as he held her in the aftermath of their love making and deep down they both knew that this was the beginning of something new for the both of them. something real, something exciting and full of love.

they couldn’t wait for what the future held in store for them.

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Swingin'

Leon Kennedy x female reader, established relationship, absolutely fluffy nonsense once again

“Stand here for me, ma’am.”

You giggle at the odd term of address as familiar hands maneuverer you forward into position by your hips, the owner of said hands stepping back in front of you when they seemed happy with your positioning.

“Now, put your left index finger on your nose.”

You roll your eyes. “You can’t seriously be making your girlfriend take a field impairment test.”

Leon crosses his arms, trademark smirk on his lips. “Oh, I’m serious, sweetheart. Left index finger – go.”

You swallow down a hiccup as you follow his order, finding your nose with ease and smile, triumphantly.

“Now with your right.”

That one doesn’t go as smooth, your finger sliding down the side and prodding yourself in the cheek before you reposition, finding it at last. “Oops.”

“Arms straight down by your sides.” You comply at once, straightening your posture as you do. “Place your left foot directly in front of your right, heel touching toes.”

That one is a little more tricky to follow, you admit, but you think you’ve nailed it after a little bit of shuffling, though your boyfriend doesn’t look entirely convinced.

“Walk forward – heel to toe every step and count aloud.”

“Heel to toe…” You mutter, looking down at your feet. “One.” You swing your right leg round a bit too dramatically and your foot lands too far in front of your left but you persevere.

“Two.” Another big step forward has you throwing your arms out for balance.

“Arms straight down by your sides, sweetpea.” Leon chides.

You huff, dropping them back down and scoot your foot backward, before stepping forward with the other. “Three…”

Unfortunately, you step too far off to the right, nearly losing your balance completely before Leon steadies you with a firm grip on your elbow.

“Yep, you are 100% not riding on the back.”

“But I promise to hold on real tight.” You press your face into his chest then, wrapping your arms around his waist in demonstration and giving a firm squeeze to show off your strength.

“Not a risk I’m willing to take.” Leon wraps his arms around you in return and presses a kiss to your crown. All it would take was for you to let go around a corner and…

He shudders, can’t even bear to imagine any further. Nope, not happening.

“I’m sorry.” Your words are muffled, feeling like an annoyance. “I really didn’t think I’d drank that much.”

And you hadn’t, it had only really hit you when you’d exited the bar into the fresh air to meet Leon on the sidewalk. He’d parked his bike a block or so away from the venue and that short, stumbled walk had set alarm bells ringing.

“I’m sure you didn’t, little lightweight that you are.” He teases. “Come on, it’s not too far a walk from here anyway – might help you sober up.”

You pull your head back and look up at him, brows furrowed. “What about your bike?”

He looks at it – his prized Ducati, security lock already in place from when he left it to walk towards the bar – and shrugs. “I can get it in the morning.”

“Uh-uh,” you step back, Leon loosening his arms as you do but still keeping you close. “You take the bike and I’ll walk home. Ooh, I could jog alongside!”

Leon smiles in amusement, but shakes his head. “Not happening.”

You look down at your feet, double-checking you were in fact wearing flats and not heels when Leon doesn’t take you seriously. He’s in his military-grade boots, as usual. You’re not sure how they can be comfortable to walk in, steel-capped toes, but he never seems to complain.

“Okay, how about you wheel it home as I walk?”

“Why are you so concerned about me leaving my bike?”

“Are you kidding me? You have the worst luck with it. If you leave it here, it’ll get stolen or hit by a truck, or… struck by lightning.”

“And my insurance covers all of those.” He turns you, gently, one arm snug around your waist and encourages you to take a step forward. “Come on, let’s get home.”

You wrap an arm tentatively around his waist in return and only make it a few steps before your insecurities arise. “Leon…”

“Mm?”

“Are you mad at me?”

“Not at all, sweetheart.” He squeezes your hip in reassurance. “Why would I be? You had fun, right?”

“Yeah, I did.” You nod, thinking back over the evening. You’d met up with your friends to catch-up over some cocktails, a rare evening where you’d all happened to be free. “It was so nice seeing them all. Tabitha’s been through two boyfriends since the last time we managed it.”

“She still dating jerks?” He frowns, familiar with her tales of dating woe.

“Sadly. Are you sure there’s no suitable guys at your work?”

“Oh, I’m one of a kind, baby,” he chuckles. “Don’t wanna set her up for disappointment.”

“Maybe this one will be diff… Ooh, look!” You point just up ahead, your attention span apparently at an all-time low. “They finally finished the renovations!”

The playpark had been taped off for a while – the equipment old and outdated and more than a little bit dangerous. You pull away from him and race through the gate, making a beeline for the swings. Leon jogs behind you, stopping a few feet in front of the swing-set and places his hands on his hips as you plonk yourself down and kick your feet against the fresh tarmac.

“I don’t think you’re the demographic they’re looking for, sweetheart.”

“Says you.” You tease, the agent having a handful of more years on you. “When’s the last time you sat on a swing anyway?”

“I dunno, 30 years ago?”

“Long overdue.” You jerk your head at the swing besides you. “Bet I can swing higher than you can.”

He tilts his head and smiles. “I’m sure you can.”

“Leon, come on.” You pout, scuffing your soles on the tarmac again as you swing half-heartedly back and forth. “Please?”

How could he ever say no to that face?

He rolls his eyes and walks over to the swing, sitting down heavily as instructed, wrapping his fingers around the chains. “Happy?”

“Uh-uh, not until you swing, Kennedy.” You kick your feet against the ground in demonstration, picking up some height and speed as Leon follows suit.

You look at him and grin as the two of you begin to swing in sync, getting higher and higher. Leon’s smile only grows wider as the wind rushes through his hair.

It takes him back for a moment – back to before he knew what Umbrella and BOWs were. He still has his jokes, of course, but it had been a while since he’d allowed himself to be a little bit silly.

You just make it far too easy.

He scuffs his boots against the ground to slow down his movement and watches as you follow suit, tilting your head in concern.

“You okay?”

“Mm-hm. Come here,” he pats his lap and you jump off mid-swing, somehow managing to keep upright. Leon rolls his eyes and stops his swing completely as you step over and drop yourself sideways onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck for stability.

“I can’t ride on the back of your bike, but I can sit on your lap whilst you swing, huh?”

“Uh-uh,” he lets go of the chain and cups your face. “I just wanted a kiss.”

He closes the gap then with a soft kiss, one full of utter adoration – not too firm, but one that makes your scalp tingle as his lips caress yours, over and over.

He pulls away to lean his forehead against yours.

“I love you, sweetheart. Thanks for keeping me young.”

You let go of his neck to pat his chest, chidingly. “Come on, you’re not that old. You were swinging pretty high.”

“Yeah, guess I was.” The cocky grin crosses his face then. “Higher than you, actually.”

“Uh-uh”, you shake your head, adamantly. “You just think that cos you’re a little bit taller.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

But he’s lost you, your attention fixed on something over his shoulder. “Ooh, they’ve got a new slide too!”

You make Leon try every piece of play equipment before finally heading home, but his smile never drops.

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[shadesoflsk]

― don't slip, Leon !

ft. Leon S. Kennedy x gn reader. summary: Just Leon trying out ice skating (and failing miserably.) There are brief mentions of angst and Leon's life as agent but overall this just fluff. author's note: This is going to be my last Christmas themed work. I may write something for New Years but I'm not sure. Fae if you see this, thank you for the amazing idea. ♡ wc: 1.7k

The room fell silent as soon as those words left Leon’s lips. He wasn’t even thinking straight when he said what he said. He was being dramatic, of course. It’s been a while since he could take some well deserved vacations, and now Christmas spirit was making him excited to try new things.

Ice skating was one of them.

He was scrolling down on his cellphone ―which was brand new, his last one shattered into pieces by accident―  when he came across a video that started with a catchy phrase.

Things to do with your partner this Christmas!

Well… now that got his attention. Christmas plus you sounded amazing and since he wasn’t the most creative fella out there, this video will surely bring some ideas to his mind. 

His eyes locked on the screen as the person in the video kept listing off multiple suggestions. Most of them were alright, baking cookies, and watching Christmas movies. He had already done those things with you and while he did have fun, this holiday called for something more adventurous.

“Ice skating could be an amazing idea for both of you. If you are in the DC area, you could go to…”

He paused the video and looked over his shoulder. You were busy doing the dishes and he so naively thought you weren’t listening. You lifted your head and gave him a warm smile, resuming your task at hand. When he was sure the sound of the faucet would keep your ears filled, he played the video once again.

After a few seconds, the video cut off to another idea which Leon quickly dismissed. He had his mind set on the previous activity which made him imagine all types of scenarios. He had driven cars, buses, airplanes and bikes. But the idea of literally gliding on ice with skates instead of normal shoes made him hesitate. 

What if he falls? Falling and being thrown around in his area of work is a normal occurrence for him. But falling in front of several people because the old man can’t walk on ice sent shivers down his spine. How embarrassing. 

“But ice skating sounds so fun…”

His lips moved on his own, unaware that his thoughts were voiced out loud. And that brought him to the situation which he was facing right now.

“What did you say?” You ask, leaning over the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room. Your smirk tells him enough, you have been eavesdropping to both the video and him.

“Nothing.” He clears his throat while turning off his cellphone. While he was dying to try ice skating, there was no way he would tell you. Yeah, he was so excited at first but now his own mind played dirty tricks on him, making him aware of his age and the consequences that would bruise his ego and self esteem.

“So ice skating it is…” You laugh as you walk towards the couch where Leon was sitting. He scooted over, making some space for you. “Come on, it will be fun.” Now you were the one who was excited to go. The idea of trying new things with your boyfriend was always at the back of your head and you thank God for popping that video on his Instagram feed.

He doesn’t know how or when he agreed. The only thing he knew was that you were talking to the guy who was teaching you how to put on the skaters. His mind was blank, like a cat who was just staring at its bowl of food. He knows he was the one who brought up the idea, but now seeing everyone mastering the art of gliding across the ice made his fingers twitch in nervousness.

He’s definitely going to fall in front of everyone, his pride as an agent will be destroyed and―

“Leon!” You call out for him. You motion him to follow your lead. Your smile reaches your eyes and he can’t help but smile too. Maybe he will do just fine with your help.

He was mistaken.

You were in your element, as soon as you stepped into the designated area to skate, you left him to his own devices. How could you be so cruel? He thought while taking deep breaths. 

In reality, you haven’t gone too far. This date was between you and Leon alone, but the desire of teasing him for a while was itching you.

As Leon watches the person who was supposed to teach him, he decides to take the first step by himself. 

Another mistake. 

Clinging for dear life on the walls, a kid next to him observes him carefully before tapping him on his back.

“Sir, are you alright?” He asks with a troubled expression on his face. 

Yes, thank you very much. That's what he wanted to say. Spare him the embarrassment, little one. 

He takes a deep breath, again. He glances from where you are to the kid who seemed so interested and worried about him.

“Yeah. Thank you for asking. Shouldn't you be with your mom? This is quite dangerous, you see.”

He tries to be a responsible adult. The one who advises the little one that he could fall if he doesn't know how to skate. Of course a kid his age wouldn't know how to skate on ice, right?

“Mommy is actually paying so I can stay a bit more.”

Ouch, Leon's ego was hurt. He had fought bioweapons, dealt with many messed up villains  and faced many adversities yet a little kid slapped him back to reality. 

“You can do it, sir.” The boy innocently reassured Leon. For a kid, it must be quite an amazing achievement to help an adult. From afar you watched as a little child helped your boyfriend. An amused smile plastered on your face.

You skate your way over to your boyfriend. The little one still holding his hand but not daring to go further, knowing that if he did, Leon would fall and therefore him too.

“Hey.” You wave at both of them, Leon giving you a glare that doesn't match his eyes and his  new friend waves back politely.

“Your friend needs help.” He says in a monotone tone, it appears that his patience has grown thin over the course of a couple of seconds. Poor kid had just babysat a federal agent, life’s unfair.

His little frame disappeared as he entered the ice rink. You were left alone with your boyfriend, a worried expression on his face.

“You look like a scaredy cat.”

“No, I do not.”

“Yes you do.”

“....”

You sigh and roll your eyes, it’s impossible to win an argument with him. Carefully, your hands grab his forearms and gently pull him to the ice rink. 

He’s still stressed about the imminent fall that may occur if he steps into the cold area, but as you reach for him, his features slightly relaxed. 

Slowly, he glides over and lets you guide him. You have to hold back a laugh as you witness your boyfriend ― who most of the time looks like a big bear ― stand like a newborn deer. 

“If I hear you laughing we’re breaking up…” He threatens you, giving you a glare but not daring to sound more bitter, in case you’re heartless enough to leave him to his own devices. Again.

“Me? Laughing at you? As if.” Your lips tugged into a smirk but your hands never left his arms. Even if you sound sarcastic, you wouldn’t let him fall. 

You start pulling him forward, he follows your lead as he eyebrows furrowed, trying his best to keep his balance.

He reminds himself that this is what he wanted. After seeing that video a few hours ago, his mind instantly teleported to where he’s standing now. He lifts his head, now looking at you instead of his feet, he was met with a glee expression. 

It’s been a while since his life has gotten more normal, typical even. He loves and enjoys normalcy, and that is why he indulges in this moment. Away from missions, bloodshed and violence.

You begin moving backwards, your eyes darting from your boyfriend to your back, trying to avoid crashing into someone. 

“See? You’re a natural!” You praise him, internally acknowledging that he was no expert, his legs were bent in a weird angle but it helped him to stay on his feet.

Watching a tough agent, standing like bambi wasn’t on your list of things you wanted to see before you die. But now, it surely is one of your favorite experiences. Throughout his life, he was expected to teach, not be taught. He was supposed to know how to do something and master that in the blink of an eye, no time spared and surely no patience given.

But now, as you so eagerly guide him, he can't help but be so damn thankful that he has the opportunity to spend this holiday with you and not somewhere else, praying not to be killed.

Eventually, he gets the hang of it. He’s still not the best, falling from time to time dragging you with him. In the midst of your laughing, you told him to be careful, falls at his age are something to worry about and not a laughing matter. He huffs, explaining that he's still pretty young.

It was heartwarming, knowing that Leon could still relax and forget about his past for a while. You had seen him at his worst ― eyes empty with no desire to keep going. But you have also accompanied when life gave him another chance. From that depressed and soulless person to this tough but gentle agent, who is now giggling like a child. Maybe even healing his inner child.

And after falling, getting up, and falling again, you get exhausted from the step by step skating routine. Leon never let go of your hand. And at that point, it wasn’t to prevent himself from falling, since he would have fallen nonetheless.

“Wanna go home?” You ask him, your gloved hands reaching for his face as he stands steadily. 

“Yeah, my butt hurts.” He lets out a groan but in his eyes there’s a childlike glimmer. This little date had really healed something in him.

“Poor you.” You coo as you press a tiny kiss on his cold nose. “I’ll prepare you hot chocolate, don’t you worry.”

Hand in hand, both of you exited the ice rink, grateful for the joy this little activity brought to your hearts. Maybe next year, life will be generous enough to grant him another wish.

[dollfacefantasy]

I hope ur requests are open, and if they are.. I a cute little request… Leon Kennedy has a praise kink + cowgirl. and very touchy.. I hope these details help you understand what I’m talking abt!! luv ur writing ur so talented !! <3

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, praise kink, he cums inside, implied cockwarming at the end

word count: 1.8k

a/n: thank you so much for requesting! i wasn't sure if you meant he liked praising or to be praised, so i just wrote praising cause i felt i would be better at that. if you meant the other way around, just send me another ask and i'll be happy to write that up for you! i do hope you enjoy this though and thank you for reading and enjoying my work :) as always reblogs and comments are highly appreciated! thank you everyone for being so kind and supportive <3

“There’s my sweet girl,” Leon says upon entering the house.

He had just returned home from a mission. He walks through the front door, drops his bag next to his feet with a soft thud, and opens his arms for you. You rush to him, embracing him with a flurry of kisses and “I missed you’s.” He doesn’t say much, but he wraps those strong arms around you in return, one hand on the small of your back while the other cradles your head. He kisses your cheeks and nose like you’re the most precious thing in the world because to him you are.

He pecks your lips and mumbles some words of affection in return. The two of you stumble from the entryway to your shared bedroom, sharing the love you’d pent up during the time apart. You reach the bed, and at first he’s on top of you heavily breathing while his tongue slides between your parted lips. But not long after collapsing on the sheets, he rolls over and pulls you on top of him.

Your legs find their place on either side of his hips, slotting the crotch of your pajama shorts above the bulge in his jeans. You grind down on him, causing the sound of a sharp inhale to leave him.

“Good girl, honey. Always know what I need,” he groans in the brief moment your lips aren’t on his. His hand caresses and kneads the flesh of your hip. “Need my pretty girl to ride tonight.”

Having you ride was one of Leon’s favorite ways to fuck. Seeing your body move in waves of ecstasy, those gorgeous tits bouncing, your hips swiveling as they rise and fall. She was his own personal paradise hovering above him. Just imagining it had his cock solid within the cloth constraints of his pants.

“I wanna ride,” you mumble in agreement, grinding your hips down again, “Wanna make you feel good.”

“You always make me feel good, sweetheart. Dreamed of this every second I was away. Couldn’t focus on anything but getting home to my baby,” he rasps.

You two pull back a little bit to remove your clothing. He handles the top halves while you focus on the bottoms, shimmying out of your shorts and panties as he tugs his shirt off. You glide your hands along the tight muscles that spread across his torso. He pulls at your shirt next, and you let him yank it off. A low hum emanates from his throat at the sight of your tits spilling out into the open.

“So fucking beautiful. C’mere angel,” he says, his eyes locked on to the swell of your chest.

His hands guide your upper body down to be closer to him. He slides his mouth over your breasts, sloppily kissing and nipping at the mounds of flesh. His tongue laves against your nipple before he takes it into his mouth and moans around it.

Meanwhile, your hands skillfully maneuver between your bodies and begin unbuckling his belt. You get it free and tear it from his waist, dropping it to the floor next to the bed. The sound of the metal clanking against wooden panels on the ground snaps Leon from his fixation on your chest. His eyes, foggy with lust, make contact with yours. You scoot away a little to pull the obstacles of fabric off of him.

You then climb on top of him again, and return to your position straddling him. You slide his dick between your slippery folds, nudging the flushed tip against your clit. You bite your lip as he groans. His stomach was fluttering and tightening with heat.

“So wet for me. Perfect girl,” he chokes out.

“Only for you,” you say softly as you lift your hips and adjust him beneath you to slip him inside.

You sink down on him, trembling as he fills you completely. You let out a shaky whimper at the snug fit, and your head falls forward momentarily. Once you're seated on him, you hold still for a moment to adjust.

“That’s right. That’s my girl,” he whispers as his hands snake around you to massage your ass, “So fucking warm and tight. Pussy was made just for me to fuck whenever I want. Isn’t that right, baby?”

You nod. His hands on your ass continue their squeezing after taking a quick break to lay a firm smack across it. Your head tilts back now and a short whine comes from you. You slowly raise yourself and sink back down, beginning to ride.

“So- so big… and deep,” you squeak.

“Just how you like it. I know you love feeling all the way in here,” he says and rubs a hand on your lower belly. He presses his palm against the skin a little, making you gasp quietly. He chuckles at your noise. “Bounce for me, bunny. Make yourself feel good.”

You whimper and follow his instruction. You begin rhythmically raising and lowering yourself, sliding your heat up and down his cock. You both let out soft noises of pleasure over the wet sounds coming from where the two of you connect. Leon smacks your ass again before gripping your hips to assist your movements.

He’s content to just watch you work yourself up and down his length for a few moments. His eyes, blown out with lust, drinking in every slight contortion of your face. Soon though, he has to get another feel. His hands move North to fondle your tits some more, drawing mewls from your already-open mouth.

“Such pretty little sounds for me,” he breathes as he looks up at you riding, “Having so much fun, aren’t you?”

You nod as more whimpers trickle from your lips. 

“Me too, honey, just keep going. Keep riding like my good girl should.”

You again follow his orders, bouncing your hips up and down with consistency. Your hands are planted on his chest for balance, your nails marking the muscles with small, red crescents. He grunts at the pleasurable pain. He looks up at you and finds your eyes staring back into his. He can all but see the euphoria you’re experiencing, the way your eyes have glossed with need.

You could see all of it reflected back at you in his eyes. The sight rips a moan from you and causes your walls to squeeze around him with the grip of a vise. He chokes on air and involuntarily bucks up into you.

It’s suddenly too much. The need to possess you and to be possessed by you. He craves you completely, in every way. He yearns to be one with you. To feel your souls intertwined.

“C’mere baby,” he grunts and sits up against the headboard, adjusting both of your positions, “Need you close to me. My little love. My precious girl.” He peppers the side of your face with kisses as he cradles your head against his shoulder. He wraps his other arm around your body to keep you pressed to him.

It’s hard to ride when he’s holding you so close, flush against his chest, so he takes over in that area and begins thrusting up into you. The bed is creaking, but neither of you care at all. You’re feeling the connection just as much. You nuzzle your head into his neck and whimper, pressing some soft kisses on his throat while his fingertips massage the back of her head.

“My love,” he whispers against your hair, “All mine. My beautiful angel sent down just for me. My own piece of heaven on earth.”

After his declaration of love, you bury your face in his neck. You two were clinging to each other, your limbs wrapped around the other like anacondas. He was literally inside of you, yet it still wasn’t close enough.

His cock pumping in and out still, driving you deeper into that pleasurable haze with every movement. He brushed against all your sweet spots, screwing any meaningful response to his tender words right out of your head.

“I love you,” you simply murmur against his skin.

“I think you know that I love you too, babydoll,” he chuckles softly before his voice turns into a strained groan.

You’re both approaching that familiar summit of pleasure. The butterflies in your stomach flutter rapidly and have you clenching around his member. One set of his fingers digs into the flesh of your back while the other set clutches your hair. His hips buck feverishly into you.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Doing so good like always. I can’t hold on much longer,” he whimpers.

“Me neither,” you gasp.

You and him stay latched on to the other, him thrusting and you grinding to push yourselves to the finish line. You tilt your head up for some sloppy kisses. You moan into his mouth as your tongue caresses his. You feel the coils of arousal compressing in your abdomen, getting ready to snap. Your voice gets breathy and he closes his eyes.

“God, fuck, where do you want it baby? You wanna finish and then let me paint you white? Or you want me to fuck you full of cum?” he grunts.

“Inside,” you respond quickly. As if he really needed to ask.

He nods and buries his face against your neck. Your bodies slide against one another, both of you covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His hips snap more erratically while you lose your own rhythm.

You finish first, gripping him for dear life as your release washes over you. You twitch and whine, your eyes fluttering and your hips jerking. He tries talking you through it, but it’s a little difficult being on the brink of getting off himself.

“That’s it. So good for me, baby, so fucking good. My pretty, perfect girl. Keep cumming, love. You deserve it,” he murmurs.

His eyes clamp shut and breathy moans erupt from him as he cums. His hold on you tightens and he fucks into you with renewed depth and intensity. He grumbles something nonsensical before flooding your insides with hot and thick ropes of his cum. You feel him pumping it deep inside with each thrust.

“Take it all, babe. You’re the only one who gets it. It’s only for you,” he rasps out a new sentence with each motion into you before breaking down into a low groan.

You both ride out the high in each other's arms and are panting as you come down. Your eyes close and you take it all in. The cool feeling of his breath on the damp skin of your collar. The sound of your pulse thundering in your ears. The sensation of his cum seeping out of you and on to his pelvis.

You nuzzle his neck, and his hand rubs up and down your spine in long soothing strokes. He kisses the crown of your head.

“My baby. I missed you so much,” he whispers.

“Me too. Gotta make up for lost time,” you say softly and snuggle closer to him on his lap.

“We do. Stay right here. Keep me warm, and I’ll make up for every second we were apart,” he murmurs and presses a few more kisses to your head.

[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.”

[jtnuvdl]

{Leon Kennedy x Reader college professor au NSFW}

You have been crushing on your history teacher since you first stepped into his class. You can’t help but be distracted by him whenever he is lecturing about some past events that happened. One day you fall asleep and he walked you up and keeps you late because he needs to expoing what he was teaching but then it escalates.

A/n: 2.2k words and kind of a rushed ending. You can send in requests for what I should write next as well.

You walk into your last hour of the day laughing with your friends, Mr.Kennedy greets the three of you as you all walk in. You give him a smile and walk with your friends to their desk.

“Can you believe that he asked me out?” one of your friends, Chloe asks both of you, tilting her head slightly.

You smile and laugh slightly, “Chloe it’s been obvious that he’s liked you for years now.”

You see Sophie, your other friend nod out of the corner of my eyes. Chloe looks at us and smiles to herself you were about to say something but your teacher says something.

“Class please take your seats.” Mr Kennedy says

You smile at your friends and go to sit at your desk, Mr Kennedy starts to go on with today's lesson. Mr. Kennedy saw that your head slowly fell onto the desk about halfway through his lecture. He contemplated on waking you up now but decided against it. After he was finished with his lecture the bell rang and everyone got up, he walked over to your desk. Your friends were about to wake you up but Mr. Kennedy waved them off.

“I got this, I need to catch her up on what she missed anyways.” He said calmly

The two girls nodded and walked past you two once they were out of the room Mr. Kennedy shook you a little. You slowly start to stir awake and look up at him, your eyes widen and you look around you quickly.

“Did I fall asleep?” you ask looking up at him, “I kind of figured I did, I didn’t mean to, I'm sorry.”

You were about to continue talking when he put his hand up, “It’s fine, I just need to catch you up on what you missed when you fell asleep.”

You nod and sit up straight as he grabs his notebook from his desk, he pulls a chair up to your desk and sits down in front of you. You open your notebook up again and look at him, he was looking down at you.

“So first we were talking about World War 1 Did you catch that part?” he watches as you nod and nods as well as he looks down at his notebook, “Okay then we went into some civil wars..”

You start to zone out again when you see his arms moving while he’s explaining everything. You watch as his shirt tightens around his arms when he moves them a certain way. Mr. Kennedy notices and shakes his head slightly, he taps your hand with his pen but doesn’t get a response.

“Y/n.” He says waving a hand in front of your face

You blink and shake your head as you look at him, “Oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean to zone out again.”

Mr Kennedy sighs, “Why do you keep getting distracted?”

He watched as your face turned bright red and you looked away, “I can’t say.”

He scoots closer to you, “I can only help you if you tell me what it is that is getting you distracted.”

You watch as he scoots his chair closer and you feel his knee brush against your leg, “I was just zoning out, we can try again.”

He nods slowly and lets out a ‘hm’ as he continues to read his notes. He starts to talk again and you once again zone out looking at his arms, your eyes look up to his neck and see a vein popping out. You inhale sharply as you start to fantasize a little bit. He looks at you and sees your cheeks flushed and that you are looking at his arm and neck. He smirks a little and lets out a chuckle, “I see what it is.”

You look at him quickly when he said that, “What do you mean?”

“It’s me isn’t it? Am I why you are getting distracted?” he says smirking a bit

Your eyes widen and you start panicking to think of something to say, “I..”

“Well? Is it true or not?” He says moving a bit closer

You nod slowly, “Yes..”

He nods slightly and smirks, “Oh really? What about me?”

He watches as your chest goes up and down, “Is it fantasies? Do you fantasize about me?”

You blush which makes him smirk as he gets up, your eyes follow him as he moves to the door. You watch as he locks the door and slowly walks back to you, “Care to tell me what these fantasies are?”

He grins as you struggle to form a sentence when he puts his hand on your knee, “How about you show me what you fantasize about? Or I can show you what I fantasize about with you?”

He chuckles as you look at him in shock, “Oh yes Y/n I’ve been fantasizing about you for months now just hoping one day it would all come true. You sucking my cock and my cock inside of you. I also think of all the noises you would make while I fuck you senseless.”

You feel your face getting hotter by the second which makes him look at you with lust, “You like that? You want me to fuck you senseless?”

You nod a bit too eagerly which makes his eyes darken slightly, he grabs onto your thigh tightly making you gasp.

“Should I fuck you on my desk?” he didn’t even wait for you to respond he just got up and motioned for you to follow him, “Follow me.”

You slowly get up and start to follow him to his desk, he stands in front of it and turns to you, “Sit.”

You listen to him and sit on his desk, his eyes darken as your skirt slides up your legs. He gets on his knees in front of you and starts rubbing your legs, “Tell me how one of your fantasies started”

“I… It actually started like this…” You say looking away from him, you feel his hand move form you leg and grip onto your chin

“Look at me, I want to see your face when you say that.” He says holding your chin in place and only lets go when you nod, “Good now what else happened?”

“You started to kiss me and then started to go down to…” you look to where he is right now, “and well you know.”

He smirks, “No I actually don’t know, what did I do?”

You didn’t say anything which made him move his hand further up your legs making you gasp, “You.. then started to finger me and eat me out.”

He smirks, “Oh like this?” he moves aside your underwear and starts to move his fingers in circles. You let out a gasp and he chuckles at your response, “I’m assuming that’s how that went?”

He watches as you nod and look down at him, he continues to move his fingers in a circle until he slips one finger into me. He smirks as you let out a shaky breath and throw your head back.

“F-Fuck…”

He looks at you, “You like that?”

Your head moves up and down and he laughs as he adds another finger pumping them faster as well, “Good.”

You let out a moan, “Mr. Ken-“

“Leon, call me Leon.” He says as he stop moving his fingers and pulls them out

“Leon..”

He looks up at you, “Yes dear?”

“I need you.”

Leon tilts his head, “Oh? What about me do you need?”

“Your tongue inside me please or just you inside me I just need you please..” you say moving towards him

He smirks and grabs onto your hips, “Oh really?” he watches as you nod and slips his hands under your skirt and grabs onto your panties, “Just tell me if you want me to stop okay? Tap me on the shoulder two times and I’ll stop.”

He waits for you to nod before he takes your panties off and immediately dives in between your legs and starts to lick your cunt. You immediately grip onto his hair and let out a loud moan, “Fuck! Leon!”

He starts moving his tongue faster and is getting more aggressive with his licks which makes you gently close your thighs against his head. He uses his hands to keep your thighs pushed open, you let out multiple swear words and gasps as his tongue moves in your cunt. You start to feel a knot in your stomach. You were almost to your climax when he stopped making you whine.

“Not yet pretty girl.” He says as he takes your lips in his giving you a kiss, “I want you to beg for me to let you cum.”

He smirks as he sees your flushed face he watches as your chest goes up and down with every breath, “Only when you ask nicely will I let you cum.”

“Please Leon..!” you cry out, “I want to cum! I want you to let me cum, I need to!”

Leon smirks and nods, “Okay pretty girl, I better hear a lot of noises when you cum okay?”

You nod quickly eager for him to let you cum you feel him start to suck on your thighs. He leaves kisses and love marks all over yours thighs as he works to your cunt, he goes back to fucking you with his tongue in an instant. You let out a loud moan as you push his head close to your cunt, “Oh.. fuck!”

Leon chuckles, sending vibrations all throughout your body making you gasp, he smiles and continues to lick your cunt. You let out a loud moan and pull at his hair making him groan. There is a knot in your stomach and you let out a moan as you release yourself on his face. He gave you one last lick and pulled away from you, he looked up at you and then kissed you. You kiss back and you hear him undoing his belt as he kisses you.

“You want this?” He asks looking down at you, he sees you nod and grins as he slowly puts his tip to your entrance, “You are one-hundred percent sure?”

You nod very eager to feel him inside of you, “Yes.. please I want you inside me.”

Leon smirks and pushes inside you making you let out a loud gasp, Leon groans as he feels your walls around him. He starts moving at a painfully slow pace to get you started.

“Leon.. please..” you breath out he looks at you confused, “Faster.. move faster..”

He nods and starts moving his hips faster than before. The room is filled with the sound of your skins slapping together and the noises you both are making, his groans and your moans combined was a sound that made him fall in love with you in this moment.

“Leon.. I’m close..” You moan as you feel a knot forming in your stomach

“I know baby I know, just hold out a little longer.” he says rubbing your cheek, “I want to cum with you okay?”

You nod and he smiles leaning down to take your lips in a kiss once again. His pace starts to get faster once again, you couldn’t do anything but moan his name which made him thrust into you harder.

“You ready to cum for me baby?” he asks

You nod eagerly, “Yes.. please..”

He smirks and his thrusts become harder for a little bit, “Cum for me.”

You basically came on command with his words moaning his name one last time, he cums with you letting out a deep groan as he thrusts one last time. He slowly pulls out of you and pulls you in for a kiss, you both are panting as you pull out of the kiss. He looks at you beaming which makes you smile softly at him.

“Maybe we should do this more often?” He asks

You nod, “I think that would be nice.”

Leon nods and pulls you close to him, kissing you again, “I’m glad you think the same. I would love to stay like this but I’m pretty sure you should get to your dorm.”

You nod slowly, “I mean yeah I guess I should.”

Leon smiles and helps you off his desk, he notices that your legs are shaking and smirks, “Wow I did a good job huh?”

He sees you roll your eyes and chuckled, he grabs your panties and helps you put them on, slapping your ass a tiny bit making you jump. He laughs at your response and you glare at him, he rubs your legs as he stands back up and pulls you in for one last kiss. Once you two pull away from each other he smiles and gives your shoulder a bit of a squeeze.

“When should we do this again and where?”he asks as he walks over with you to your desk

He watches as you shrug your shoulder as you grab your stuff, “Where do you want to do it and when?”

He smiles, “How about tomorrow at my place?”

You blush but nod, “Sure that sounds great.”

He smiles and kisses you before you walk out of the classroom, “See you tomorrow.”

[bonnibuckets]

— party boyfriend | leon kennedy

700 follower special!!

pairing: bbf leon x afab reader

warnings: smut! brother best friend leon, a little ooc leon, party setting, mentions of SA!, mention of alcohol!, pet names, degradation, praise, oral (m receiving), size kink, rough, almost getting caught, unprotected sex :0, creampie, public sex, leon saying no and stop a few times

synopsis: you get grabbed on at a party and leon is there to comfort you

wc: 2.9k+

note: this poll won so y’all get smut but for the ppl who wanted fluff I PROMISE NEXT FIC WILL BE!! this is also based on this audio, so credit to them for this🙏 (i didnt follow it down exactly to a t but it comes close) also now finishing this i feel guilty posting this bc it’s not 100% original but i hope y’all like it nonetheless

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You heard the music blaring in the house and your head was slightly dizzy. You walked through the hallway and felt someone’s hand grab your ass. You immediately turned and slapped the hand away— some random creep “Got a fat ass” he smirked, and you felt sick to your stomach “fuck off” you huffed.

You wanted to punch him in the face, but you opted to just walk out of the house to get some fresh air to escape. You heard the creeps' insults as you walked away, but you ignored them. You opened the door and walked down the steps, you didn’t know what to do so you called your brother's best friend— Leon who is also at this stupid party.

“Hey?” you heard the ambiance of the party and could barely hear Leon, “Can you meet me outside please?” “What? Okay yeah, I’ll be there” He gruffed before hanging up. It took a few minutes before you heard the door open and close “What, what’s up?” Leon said a little annoyed— probably because you ruined his fun but you didn’t care right now.

“I need to talk to you,” you said and Leon rolled his eyes “I’m pretty sure I can guess what this is about, last time we came to one of these we kissed” You shook your head trying to explain but Leon cut you off “sure it happened I was drunk you were drunk, shouldn’t have been but we kissed” you felt a little angry at the fact he wouldn’t let you speak but you sighed and continued to listen.

“It happened, I get it okay you know, but I’m friends with your brother I’m not doing that again” you groan “No, it’s not about that! Some guy fucking grabbed on me,” you said frustrated. “Oh…gross, who was he?” “I don't know some fucking creep,” you said looking down.

“Well I'm sorry, just don't tell your brother, though he’ll never let you come to another one of these again” he chuckles and you raise an eyebrow at that, why would he care? “Why not?” you joked “Because you’re cool to hang out with I guess,” Leon said a little awkwardly, “So why did you drag me out here?” he questioned and you felt your cheeks burn.

“I don't know I was thinking maybe if the guy saw you with me he’d leave me alone” You shrugged now feeling a little stupid admitting your plan out loud. “Oh, so now if he gets hella trashed he’ll come to beat me up?” he laughed, “No!” you said panicking a little as Leon shook his head “Nah just saying you know telling you how it feels” you groan and roll your eyes.

“I’m just messing, it’s cool we can stay out here for a little while until you want to go back inside and drink or dance,” he said sitting on the steps and you followed. “Can we drink together?” you asked smiling, “No absolutely not, we cannot drink and dance together” he argued and you felt a little hurt but you scooted closer, “What are you doing?” he said a little shocked you ignored him and leaned your head on his shoulder.

He groaned “Fine. You can lean on me to “sell” the image I guess” You smirked and felt his warmth “Put your arm around me, it’ll sell it more” you teased wanting more. Leon cocked an eyebrow “No, I am not doing that” You frowned and begged “Pleaseeee?” he rolled his eyes. “Don’t frown at me from down there” he laughed.

You gasped “Down there?!” I’m not that fucking short asshole. “Yes down there” he laughed “You have to look up at me when talking, when we kissed I had to lay on the floor-“ you cut him off and punched his arm. “Ouch- okay okay” he laughed before wrapping an arm around you, “just 1 arm okay, I gotta look cool” he smiled.

“What if I want to get laid tonight, you’d ruin the chance” you laughed, he couldn’t be serious “Like someone would want to” he looked a little offended “Um yeah some girl totally would” he rolled his eyes.

You always had a little crush on Leon but you never acted on those feelings fully, the only time you did was once when drunk and Leon doesn’t count it. This time was different. You both were sober and you felt a little confident, you wanted him so you teased him.

“Why don’t we?” He looked at you like you were crazy. “Um, because I’ve known your brother for my whole life, and I'd rather him not catch us,” he said shaking his head and looking off into the street and you laughed, catching us kissing?” you smiled.

“No im not worried about kissing,” he said turning to look at you before leaning into your ear and whispering “im worried about him catching me fucking rearranging you” You immediately felt your breath hitch and your whole body heat up at his words as he pulled away and watched you get all flustered. Your heart filled with hope— maybe he felt the same about you, just maybe.

“And besides he’s inside right now,” Leon said pointing to the door, you both looked back “I don't think he can see outside the glass though, wait,” he said getting up and you followed “I don't think anyone can see for that matter,” he said looking inside.

He turned back and it looked like he had a revelation, “you, you just used this to get me close to you huh?” he said towering over you, you smirked— maybe a little but it wasn’t entirely your plan but you decided to bite the bullet and palm him through his jeans. You knew it would change the subject but also to let him know you wanted him, not like that bullshit drunk kiss.

He immediately reacted and looked down at you, “You cannot do that.” Leon let out a shaky breath, he looked at the door and furrowed his brows looking back at you “I think he’s coming you have to stop it” he said grabbing your wrist and pushing you into the door. Your breath hitched and you felt your heart beating out of your chest as you swallowed your spit dryly.

He pulled it away and looked at you sternly “You cannot be doing that understand? You’re being fucking bad” he said sucking his teeth, you felt yourself getting slick and you smiled looking up at him trying to make him break. “Fine” You smiled and turned around to look inside— pressing your ass against him. You chuckled and got onto your tiptoes and peered inside, “Oh yea? Gotta look inside, and rub that little ass on me huh?” he said, sucking in a breath.

“Gotta get on your tiptoes for that princess?” he teased and you felt your cheeks burn and you immediately turned around setting your feet flat, you looked down and saw his bulge. You smiled feeling beyond confident and he looked down to see what you were looking at and he practically read your mind, “Yes yes I’m hard” he tried to brush it off as if it was nothing, but you wouldn’t let him get away that easily.

“Why?” you smiled, of course, you knew why but teasing Leon was too much fun. “because you’re fucking gorgeous— Jesus okay, but no we cannot I’ve known your brother way longer and our friendship will last longer than any orgasm,” he said shaking his head trying to reason with you.

“Your dick says otherwise” you smirk, “yes okay but that’s not a valid point,” he said looking around to see if anyone was noticing but it was pitch black. “But I need you Leon,” you say squeezing your thighs to try and get any friction. His face immediately changed and you could tell you were breaking him, “huh, really now..how much?” he asked cautiously.

“So fucking bad, I’m dripping,” you said trying to press your body against him, he gently pushed you away “Okay okay— sorry but we cannot be doing this, absolutely not your brother is inside that house, so no” you felt frustrated and this was going nowhere so you decided to spice it up “fine, I’ll just go back inside,” you said turning around but Leon grabbed you “no don't just go back inside the creep is probably looking for you,” he said pulling you back.

“Then what do you want me to do?” you said turning back around, you knew if you put enough pressure on Leon he’d crack “Look- fuck I don’t know okay,” he said before you both heard footsteps and the door handle jiggled. Your heart dropped and you both panicked and immediately ran to the side of the house, Leon grabbed you and pulled you as fast as he could and covered your mouth with his hand “Shutupshutp just shut the fuck up” he whispered yelled.

“Sis? Are you out here?” you both heard and froze, you smirked— the perfect opportunity to test him, you immediately rubbed him through his pants. “Fuck no don't please come on” he whispered, the door closed and Leon let out a breath and you took that moment to get on your knees and unzip his pants. “Oh! my god” he said panicking as you pulled his cock out and looked up at him.

“Stop. Stop it” he said trying to get you off but you smiled and pumped him with your hands before kissing the tip. “Oh, my god, that’s not fucking fair” he moaned, and you smiled. You had broken through, “it’s so big” you teased and kissed the side, “of course you think it is it’s half your god damn size— god stop. stop it,” he said running his fingers through his hair.

“Oh my god, you have to stop” he moaned and shook his head “We can’t no stop,” he said but made absolutely no effort to pull you off. “You won okay, fuck” he said as you pushed up his shirt to see his trail and swirled your tongue at the tip making his knees buckle slightly.

You saw Leon give in to you and you never felt more proud, you popped off and smiled up at him. “Jesus okay fine, we’ll do it okay just— just this once,” he said pushing your hair out of the way “So fucking gorgeous with my cock in your hand princess” he smiled softly.

“Just suck my cock” he said panting and you immediately dove in, “oh shit yea just like that, make it sloppy,” he said closing one eye. You smiled and took him as far as was comfortable and sucked while pumping the rest. You popped off and spat on it before swirling your hand up and down it before paying attention to the tip, he moaned and entangled his fingers in your hair. Your heart was beating so fast, you’d been dreaming about this moment for years ever since you graduated from high school at 18 and left for college.

“Oh fuck, yea just like that— so fuckin’ dirty” he smiled and his core was tightening. You took him deep into your mouth and used your other hand to touch his balls and he immediately sucked in a breath and smiled, “Yeah keep going— come on baby” he moaned watching you devour him. “Ohh…oh yeah” he chuckled as his dick twitched in your mouth, “fucking drool all over it, be a good fucking girl f’me”

You were a mess down there, dripping out your panties, but you weren’t complaining at all. Watching Leon enjoy your mouth gave you validation like no other, you wanted more— no needed more. “Yeah so cute, you feel all that in your mouth?” he asked and you hummed and he winced feeling it, and chuckled. “Yeah well I’m gonna fucking use this cock on you like your a fleshlight— like a toy made just for me” he smiled.

You immediately moaned against him as you felt a jolt of pleasure send straight to your cunt. “Play with yourself” he moaned trying not to get too excited, “come on, rub that clit” he said desperately as you gagged on him. You reached down with one hand and dove into your panties, immediately moaning against him as your fingers met your clit.

You rubbed circles and slapped it gently before plunging 2 fingers in, “atta girl, such a good slut for me” he said as his breath was hitching slightly. “Yea drip all over the grass” he moaned and you kept fucking yourself with your fingers. He groaned and pulled you off abruptly and picked you up to stand on your feet, “turn— turn around fucking bend over” he said kissing your lips.

You immediately did hands pressing against the cold house, “good girl” he smiled and pulled down your panties to your thighs. He aligned his cock with your pussy and slowly went in, you both moaned as he went deeper, “oh my god” you said looking back. “So fucking good, hugging me so good” he smiled a toothy grin.

He shook his head and came back to reality “You’re okay?” he asked a little concerned and your heart swelled at the thought of him caring about you even in a moment like this, “good, so good” you huffed and pushed your hips back into his trying to get more. “Oh god,” he moaned as his hips met yours before pulling back and thrusting again. Your voice hitched and you tried to fuck yourself against him as well, “yea that’s right fuck” he chuckled and slapped your ass.

You went forward a little and gasped as he gripped the red mark before slapping it again, grabbing the fat of your ass roughly. He groaned and struggled to bend down to meet your ass, “fuck, it's hard bending down” he said breathlessly “Do— do you trust me?” he asked and you nodded.

“Good, I’m gonna pick you up and fuck myself into you how does that sound? Yeah, you won’t have to think about anything else but this dick okay?” He asked and you moaned and he pulled your panties to your ankles and spun you around and picked you up holding you tightly. “It's okay I won't drop you” he smiled and kissed your lips quickly, before pushing his dick back into you thrusting up and pulling you down slightly.

You both moaned at the new angle as he hit even deeper inside you, you felt so tiny in his arms but in a good way. It was turning you on so much as he buried his face into your neck, he moaned and pushed your back against the house and you wrapped your legs around his back as your panties fell to the ground.

He reached down and rubbed your clit as you felt yourself getting worked up, you knew if he kept pounding you so good you’d gush. “Yea, yea, shit, so good, you don't even have to think huh? You can just focus on being a whore for me yea?” he smiled and bit your neck as you moaned, he left sloppy kisses all along your neck.

“God wanna fill you up, but it's such a bad idea” he chuckled, you could feel you were losing it, “on birth control” you huffed out. Leon immediately grinned, “yea? Then I’m gonna stuff you full” he moaned and felt his hand cramping up but he didn’t care because he felt you tightening around him.

You moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck moaning his name as he kept pounding and rubbing you, “Oh god im so close” he moaned. All your senses were overloaded— the cold house on your back, Leo’s cock, his warm body, and the adrenaline from the risk of getting caught only fueled you and you felt your orgasm seconds away as he thrusts into you so hard and at the right angle.

Your eyes rolled back as you clawed at his back and squeezed around him gushing, he immediately stopped rubbing your clit and grabbed you by your thighs before ramming into you at an ungodly speed. “Oh fuck.. oh god yesses” you both moaned like a mantra before he sunk his teeth into your shoulder and came deep inside you.

You moaned in pain as you were panting and he groaned before slowly pulling out and setting you down. You smiled and huffed “So fucking good” you teased and he smiled “Yeah”. “Get your panties before anyone sees,” he says, tucking himself back in and zipping his zipper.

You did and looked up at him, he placed his hand on your shoulders and tried to fix your hair, “god everyone's gonna know what happened if you go back inside now” he chuckled “I don't care” You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck as you stood on your tiptoes.

He chuckled and grabbed your waist, “yea?” he smiled before looking away and looking back at you “I know I only said once but um, maybe… if another boy tries something like that you know, maybe we can do…this again? Only at parties though— I can be…your little party boyfriend and protect you, sound good?” he smiled and you nodded, “yea I’d love that”

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[aokoaoi]

▎chapter three : raccoon police department.

▎content warning : gore, blood, violence, character death, resident evil 2 spoilers.

▎character pairing : leon kennedy x fem!reader.

▎taglist : @phoenix666stuff .

"ATTENTION ALL CITIZENS;"

The sudden announcement from the radio catches everyone in the cars attention. Claire, who was at first slumped against the door beside her, the side of her forehead digging into the glass uncomfortably, was now wide awake– paying attention to whatever the man was announcing.

With one hand, you held up your fingers to the radio, turning on the volume as you reached the city.

"Due to the citywide outbreak, you are advised to take shelter at the Raccoon City police station. Free food and medical supplies will be provided to everyone in need."

"God, this is unreal.." Claire mutters.

You bit your lip in worry as your eyes casted around the city's situation, feeling yourself warm up uncomfortably. If this outbreak was city wide, that means your family was no where near safe. Just the idea of your parents hurt or harmed made your grip on the steering wheel tighten. Had they perhaps turned into those.. things..?

"You two are headed to the station right?" You turned your head around to look at them, watching as they nodded as an answer. "The stations not much farther, I'll drop you both there."

Both looked confused as to what you were implying, "You're not coming with us?" Leon questioned, making you indistinctivly losen your grip on the wheel.

"I'm heading home, I need to know if they're safe." It was recklessly dangerous and stupid, but they're your family.

Knowing who 'they' is, Leon shakes his head. "It's too dangerous, come with us instead." He protests, shoving another plan right in your head instead. You shook your head immediately as soon as his words came out of the dirty blonds mouth, exhaling heavily.

The two newly acquaintances of yours only watched you from the back, noticing how you've tensed up and how you're mannerisms looked like you were beginning to get frustrated.

The car comes to a stop when you've reached a barricaded road, with cars lined up unorderly on the other side. You cursed under your breath, finding this whole thing severely frustrating. Your house was far from where you are, if you're walking there you might as well just kill yourself right now.

"Fucking hell. Looks like we're walking.." the two heard your exhausted sigh, watching as you rubbed your face with the palm of your hand.

"More like running." You turned to where the two were looking at, noticing two undead feasting on another human. You pursed your lips, brows furrowing in annoyance. You hear shuffling behind you, and you see the two pulling out their guns.

"Good call." Leon curtly nods before a yell comes out of his mouth as an undead bangs on his door, followed by Claire who gets the same fate. You watched as your car gets surrounded by undead, ignoring the rotting cannibal banging its head on your window while you tried to steady your breathing.

Claire yells out your name, "You gotta back up!" She orders you, nervously scooting away from the door next to her as she was now in between the passenger and drivers seat. You did as what you were told, revving the engine and trying to back up. The whole this was hopeless as those things were in all areas outside your car, soon if you don't thing fast they'll be inside.

"What the—!?" Claire yells, looking behind her when she noticed the lights flashing. You turned to look behind as well, noticing the large truck you passed by from earlier. And it was now heading towards you.

"Fuck! Get out!" You hissed out, unlocking the doors and shouldering your door to get it open. The undead were jamming their weights and strength on all your doors, leaving you and the other two stuck inside. The truck was getting closer and closer, and in the midst of your panicking Leon yells out a loud 'hold on.'

You did as what he told, bracing yourself the impact heading. The truck suddenly swerved in another direction, but it still crashed into the side of your car. You yelled a groan at the impact, your car getting flung forward at the impact. You crashed in another car, providing another impact that send you back to your cushioned seat, knocking the air out of your lungs.

Kicking your door open, you threw yourself out of the car, clothed knees scraping on the rough road. You stabilized yourself up, coughing roughly as you held your stomach. You notice Leon not so far from you, and upon seeing you he looks at the gas truck in front of you.

"Shit, get down!" He yells, running towards you and shielding you from the explosion the gas tank causes as soon as Leon reaches you. A pained yell escapes you when your back collides on the car behind you, grunting when you fall right on top of Leon who rescued you from getting barbecued.

Leon loses his hold on you, his arm falling to the side as you tried to regain your focus after your life flashed right before your eyes and blacking out for half a second.

"You alright there?" He pats your lower back, as if trying to snap you awake.

"Fuck no, I felt like that explosion took five years from my life." You groaned, putting your hands on his covered chest and pushing yourself up. You looked around slightly before holding your hand out for him, watching as he accepted your gesture.

"Claire?!" You called out, uncaring that the undead are slowly starting to get back on their feet, groggily walking towards you and Leon.

"Yeah?!" You heard her respond, followed by three shots ringing in the air. "You alright?!"

"I'm alright, how about you?!" She yelled out, almost sounding out if breath. You were about to call put to her again until the man behind you take a hold of your wrist, aiming his gun at the undead surrounding you.

"We can't stay here, it's not safe!" He yells at you, but also at Claire as if trying to inform her something.

"Go on ahead! I'll meet you at the station!" She responds, and Leon looks back at you, curtly nodding his head. You bit your lip, "But what—" he grips on your wrist tighter, looking into your eyes.

"She'll be fine on her own, she can handle herself." He mutters. You looked hesitant, but looking around you there was no need to be wasting anymore time. You nodded, easing up to him as Leon lead you to where his destination is.

You tugged on his arm when he goes another way, catching his attention, you dragged eachother to an alleyway, an easy way to the station that wasn't on the road. Stopping in your tracks when you come across an undead, it was still rising up from the ground, and Leon brutally kicked it back on the floor, giving you time to run from it.

Going up a set of stairs, the sight of the station makes him exhale a breath he didn't know he was holding. "There it is, the station." He mutters. You looked around you, noticing the amount of undead all over the gate.

"There's so much of it." A frown overtakes you, your voice low that even you barely hear yourself.

"Let's make a run for it, okay? I'll cover." Leon perked up, catching your attention while grasping your hand. You nod nonetheless despite wanting to break down right then and there, pushing back the bile rising up your throat.

Leading the way, he runs to a clear pathway, shooting behind you when an undead gets way too close for comfort. You flinch when blood gets on your exposed skin, not finding the strength to look back at the dead bodies left behind.

Leon notices your quietness, feeling guilty but in your mind right now your batting the heads of zombies while your brother is pitching. Everytime you hit the head, you'd be cussing out as if singing a song.

You both finally reached the large gates, with Leon letting you go in first as he trailed behind. He shuts the door, locking it. He turns to you, looking at you worriedly. "You alright? You're awfully pale."

The question caught you off guard, your little gorey fantasy world shutting off as soon as his voice reached your ears. You nodded, "Yep, just reeling in everything." You mustered up a small smile that wrote 'wtf' all over it.

Leon decided not to poke more into your situation nonetheless, he bobs his head to the stations wooden door, as if waiting for your signal. You turned on your heel, removing your eyes from the sight of zombies in front of you and took steady steps towards the door. Leon trails right behind you.

Cold hands rested on the large wooden doors, pushing it open. The station looked exactly like the museum you loved to visit once a year when you were still a little girl. Same interior structure, but now a difference purpose.

The lights were awfully dim, and while you were looking around Leon had already found some important stuff.. like ammos.

You snapped your attention back, now walking towards the wooden counter. You stepped to the monitor that was flashing a bright red on the screen. Leon is now beside you, looking down at the screen as you pressed on a key. The CCTV control service pops up on the screen and you bent slightly down to focus on the screen better.

"There has to be someone here." Leon mutters. On cam4, revealed a man being trailed by another undead, he was a police officer, of course judging by his uniform.

"God, that's not good." You hissed worridly, your face scrunching when he misses his shots at the zombie.

"David! Marvin! You there?" His voice was rushed and uneven from how his breathing was unsteady. He looked into the camera, showing something you couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. "I found a way out, It's in here!"

You stood back up as he was cornered by the undead, not wanting to look at the scene unfold anymore. "Send reinforcement, east hallway!"

"We have to help him." You perked up, catching Leon's attention after looking at the cameras. He nods curtly, "I'll find him, but you stay here and check anything that seems valuable." You furrowed your brows at his words, unhappy.

"Like hell I will—"

"Listen—"

"No, you listen, Kennedy. I am coming with you and I don't give a single shit if you say it's dangerous." You glared at him, watching as he only rose a brow. "Jesus Christ, alright." He huffs, lifting his hand up in surrender as if there was a fight in the first place.

You smiled, pleased by the outcome.

"Let's go."

"Heugh—!  hah.."

You watched from behind as the blond in front of you push back a toppled over cabinet, the action making the metal storage clank down in the floor.

Your whistle catches his attention, making him turn to look at you.

"What?"

He felt himself burn up at your little smug smile, and you just brushed off his confused question. You both resumed walking, the heel of your shoe softly padding against the tiled floor as you trailed behind Leon, holding the flashlight he found in the gas stations convenience store.

Both of you come across a bloodied corner after turning from where you came from, and your senses heightened at the sight. Your ears rang as you heard a man yell from another direction, and you immediately sprang into action without a single thought.

"Open this God damn door!" You heard the man from the camera yell, banging on the steel door I'm the process. Panicked, bent down and held on the steel doors handle, using your strength to pry the door open. The door seemed as if it was jammed as it didn't want to open up more farther, so when the man's hand came into view you had no choice but to pull him in.

"I've got you! Just crawl—" You bit your lip, hard, desperately trying to get the man on your side. You could see Leon try to get the door to open again, only for him to pause when the man whose hand you're holding let's out a gurgled scream as blood seeped through his uniform.

You could feel your heart thumping on your chest, the sight making your skin crawl. "Fuck— shit, hold on!" You sniffled, pulling him in again as he only cried out. The scream was agonizing, and it didn't help how you could hear his flesh being feasted on from the other side.

Falling back on the ground roughly, the man was now pulled on your side of the door, only to be revealed that his lower body is missing. His organs were out in the open, his blood rushing out and pooling around his body, soaking the back of his uniform.

Your breath hitched at his state, your hand coming up to hold your incoming scream.

"..Jesus Christ." Leon mutters, looking down at the body as the man loses his consciousness. Leon then changes his gaze to the steel door, the sound of your sniffles being silenced by the zombie on the other side of the door. He sighs before picking up the notebook of the officer, opening it.

Leon turns to you after inspecting the notebook, his lips pursing as a loud exhale escapes his nose at your state. He crouched down at your slumped form, squatting in front of you as you're back was rested on the bloody wall.

You trying to muffle your sniffles was absolutely destroying, just listening to you right now made Leon's heart burn. But you've gotta continue moving.

"Come on, we've got to keep going." He pats your shoulder gently, listening as your sniffles slowly start calming down. Your head was hidden in your arms, disliking the idea of the man in front of you seeing your tears, yet hear you are breaking down after a man gets torn in half.

Another zombie from the door you went from started banging on the wooden door, catching your attention. Your head snapped to look at the sound, and as soon as the zombie breaks into the room you stood back up to your feet.

Leon stands up, shielding you from the undead that just broke in. The undead staggers unsteadily before lunging itself at Leon. The dirty blond man grunts, holding back the zombie with his hand around it, choking it. He pushes himself and the zombie back to the wooden door, only to throw himself to the side when the zombie tried to bite his hand.

The zombie staggered back from Leon's throw, growling and gurgling blood admist the silence. It's white glare on Leon shifted back to you, and you could hear it's flesh mushing together when it twists its body to your direction.

Before the rotting cannibal could throw itself at you, your hand instinctively grabbed the nearest thing you could use to defend yourself on the desk beside you. Which was a desk lamp. It's light shuts off as soon as it gets plugged off from your sudden force.

When the zombie runs towards you, at a safe space, you brutally swung the lamp at its head. A chunk of rotting flesh of the zombies head gets chucked off from the pressure of your hit.

The zombie hits the side of the desk, and before it could even fix its balance Leon had already shot at its head, blowing it up. Blood gushed on the desk, and without wasting anymore time Leon grabs your hand, snapping you out of your somewhat shocked-state.

You both stepped out of the room, and you could see another zombie banging on the window of the hallway. It breaks in, and Leon cussed out loudly at it, but instead of defending both of you he holds on your hand tighter. "Let's just run for it!"

Letting him drag you through the hallways, your footsteps were loud and echoing through the halls. Your head is dizzy and you don't bother to watch where you're headed, as if you've completely trusted your life on the hands of the man in front of you.

He comes to a stop, putting a hand on your shoulder and you've realized the familiar place. You crouch down and laid your body straight on the bloody floor as Leon tried to make the gap on the gate slightly wider, but not wide enough for a zombie to crawl in easily.

"Hurry." You could hear him mutter. You've now crossed the main hall, and you see Leon getting down, crawling on the space of the door. A zombie suddenly let's itself known, reaching for Leon's leg before you could even realize.

"Damn it!" He curses, looking back at the zombie behind him. He could feel your hand on his arm, pulling him from the zombie despite his heaviness.

Then suddenly you notice a pair of black shoes and the same colored uniform pants those zombified officers were wearing. "Careful—" You started, reaching out your hand to the man as soon as you made sure Leon was safe from the bloody hands grabbing at him.

"I got it." He gruffly speaks up, pressing his foot down on the steel door, crushing it's body from the pressure. You looked down at the crushed zombie before looking up at the man, exhaling lightly.

His hand was pressed up on the bloody wound on his stomach, his breath heavy with his chest heaving up and down. His back pressed up on the steel door, slightly sliding down, "You're safe, for now." He grunts, face scrunching up painfully.

"Thank you." You perked up, your face showing nothing but genuine gratefulness.

"Marvin Branagh." He introduced himself, which followed by Leon doing the same. You stated your first name to the new acquaintance, his uniform reminding you of a particular death.

"..–there was another officer, and i couldn't save him– he–" You felt a hand on your shoulder, the same hand who held yours earlier. You trailed off your sentence, the officers death flashing and replaying in your head.

"I'm sure you did what you could, little one." Marvin takes a step towards you, bobbing his head in acknowledgement, his words providing some kind of comfort and reassurance.

"He died... for what?" Your voice was small, weak and fragile. With the bile rising up your throat, you found yourself having trouble trying to breathe again. God, you hated feeling like this, just breaking down in front of people. You disliked feeling weak. You disliked being seen vulnerable.

But you couldn't help it anymore. That one particular death would haunt you, especially because it was your fault. You could've saved him if you pulled him through faster. If you got there in time. If you weren't so weak.

Leon pulls out a specific notebook after those words escaped your mouth, flipping through the pages to find the little map that officer drew. He shuffles beside you, catching your attention.

"Died for this."