#lg leon

[l-g-6-5]

I will follow you through time and space.

17 / 10 /2020

[uraandri]

can youtubers stop frying their thumbnails why did we go back to 2016. again

[writingwisterias]

Mine

DI!Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, Dom Leon, Sub Reader, Praise Kink, Restraints, Daddy kink, Spitting, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Choking, Age-Gap, Slight Dd/lg dynamics, Mirror Sex, Poessive Leon, Mentions of pregnancy, mentions of body changes during pregnancy

Summary: After returning from a hard mission successfully, Leon has been ignoring you opting to close in on himself...getting fed up with the lack of attention and worried he will slip back into his old ways you try to get it back at him, only to end up with him giving you the punishment he thinks you deserve.

Can anyone tell if I have a breeding kink yet? My requests are open if anyone wants any more fics like this!

He was pissed. You could tell as his back was tense, his muscles tight as he led you throughout the events room, and your heels slipping against the hardwood floor as you barely managed to keep up with his pace. You didn't even notice that one of his coworkers had gotten close to you on the dance floor until he began touching you, however, you also didn't stop him. You were just enjoying the buzz of the large amounts of champagne you had drank so the night was even bearable. Neither of you wanted to come to this work event, to Leon it felt strange celebrating the so-called success of the mission even though there were so many lives lost and to you - you just didn't want to put up with the sour attitude he seemed to have gained since returning. You knew his job was hard and he faced many things so you never would have to thanks to what he does but it was hard to see him retreating into himself, snapping at you instead of cuddling and doting on you like he normally would. You could see that he was losing himself to the drinks that found their way into his hands every night; closing himself off which then eventually led to sloppy sex and drunken arguments. You were beginning to worry he would fall back into his old ways if you could drag him out of it.

Maybe that's why instead of pushing the coworker away you drew him in closer with the hypnotizing sway of your hips, the man's hands slipping over the satin of your red dress as he brought you closer to his body. The alcohol brought a smile to your features as you leant back into him, finally basking in the affection and lust you had desired the past few weeks. You could feel Leon's piercing gaze from the bar, your eyes landing on his features as he sipped from the whiskey glass. His gaze was heated, his jaw tight you would think his teeth would crumble away from the pressure he was putting on them. Part of you wanted to cringe away and run back to him like a little lost puppy like you always did. But after how he's been treating you (and the liquid encouragement you have been sipping on for the past hour) you decided to spin around in the man's arms; looping your own around his neck. Leon made you jump when he appeared, his grip hard on your arm as he ripped you away from the man and led you to the exit.

Leon thanked the valet man as he took the keys, making sure you were buckled in safely before slamming the door shut. The sound made you jump; before you began smoothing out the skirt of your dress to hide your reaction. Rock music flickered on throughout the car as the engine turned on, the city lights blurring together as he drove off. Your eyes remained on the passing skyline, refusing to acknowledge how his hand remained on the gearstick, not your thigh like normal. The silence left you stewing in your own thoughts, questions of how you were going to rectify the situation swirling around your drunken brain. His focus remained on the road, his hands now clenched around the steering wheel, your hand crept into his space; jolting at the feeling of your fingers splayed out along the hard muscle of his thigh. They began dancing teasingly around the bulge of his jeans. But instead of adjusting himself, relaxing back into the seat he simply lifted your hand and placed it back in your own lap. Sighing lightly you rested your head against the window getting lost in the swirling lights as they passed.

He finally glanced your way as you shuffled into the elevator, his gaze was intense as he watched you. Your heel-clad feet shuffled against the floor as you swayed slightly - evidence that you weren't quite sobered up yet. Leon's brain was loud with the constant thoughts battling, wondering whether he should continue to ignore you or finally give in and remind you of who you belonged to. His eyes landed on the necklace that dangled above your cleavage. The encrusted diamonds twinkled in the low light of the elevator with each breath you took. He stared at the L, the only symbol of your belonging to him. He supposed he could have put an equally beautiful and expensive ring on your finger - the easiest way for someone to know you were his. But there was no fun in that, he couldn't watch his seed spill out from between your thighs as he finished claiming you. Praying during his observation that this was the load that took, that would soon cause your sweet body to swell with evidence of himself. He felt his cock twitch at the prison it was enclosed in, his hands finding their way into his jacket pocket as he continued to stare at your pretty thighs.

He never thought he wanted children or a wife but after having met you in some dingy bar he rolled into after a hard mission all of that changed. You were sweet and easy - a stark contrast to everything else in his life but once you finally fell in his sheets the grin on his face when he saw finally how you presented yourself so perfectly for him. Your smooth skin against his scarred fingertips felt heavenly, your pretty whines and moans were just the sweetest tunes to him as he would pump his cock deep inside of you. He fell into the role you needed with ease, the age gap was never an issue for him. With you, he got a chance to live, a chance to have all the things that the younger cop inside of him dreamed of. That's why his blood filled with rage when he watched you dancing with his much younger coworker, the man having no idea who you belonged to, not even paying attention the the L that dangled between your breasts.

His body loomed behind you as you unlocked the door to your apartment, you could feel the heat radiating from him, his breath fanning against the back of your neck. Once you had made it inside you turned to face him, to finally demand attention after all these weeks. Even preparing a few tears but his face made you shut off the act almost instantly, his eyes darkening as he glanced at the soft fabric that lay perfectly over your frame. "Bedroom" He finally spoke, his voice low and rough. You slipped the heels off, ignoring their clatter against the floor as you dropped them. Your bare feet slapped against the floor as you made your retreat.

You perched against the edge of the bed, your hand instantly finding comfort in the necklace as you fiddled with it. "So you do know who you belong to then" He spoke as he walked through the door, his back straight and chin held high. You nodded, shame and guilt replacing the alcohol in your system faster than you would have expected. "Come on now darling, you can use your words" He spoke again, his form now slotting himself in between your thighs. His fingers pinched the tip of your chin lightly as he raised your eyes to meet his, smiling at the sorrow that was already displayed in them. "I do" You spoke meekly. Leon finally pressed his lips against your own and you groaned at the taste of him. Your small hands spread out against his thighs; gripping at the fabric. You whimpered as he pulled away, wincing slightly as he pushed your cheeks together and forced your mouth open ready for you to take the spit he drippled into your mouth. "So greedy for Daddy's attention you'll take anything" He whispered, his hands stroking your hair lovingly as he gazed down at you. "Strip" He commanded as he stepped away, the warmth being relaxed with lust and desire as he began watching you intensely.

Your dress pooled at your ankles as you stepped away from the fabric, your underwear still encasing your pretty pussy in a tiny pink bow. Leon swallowed, ignoring his twitching cock practically growling at the sight of your soft skin. He smirked as your dumb eyes followed his finger to the bed, obeying his command without question. He eagerly watched as your breasts bounced as you got comfy, settling yourself against the softness of the sheets below you. He worked on undoing the silky tie that hung around his neck, his shoes clicking against the floor as he approached you. Leon's hands were gentle as he tied the fabric over your eyes, smiling at the way you squirmed slightly as his fingers brushed against the nape of your neck as he pulled away.

Part of him felt bad for leaving you like this, but he was sucked into the world of his own pain he didn't realize how much he had neglected you. He was defiantly going to repay you for all these weeks you had spent with an aching cunt but first, he needed to remind you who's in charge. You could hear him manoeuvring around the room, opening drawers and rummaging for things. Each item landed on the bed with a soft thud. Your fingers smoothed over the silky tie, itching to untie it. "Don't you dare" his voice whispered in your ear. You hadn't even realised he was so close. You fought back a smile as you felt his hands wrap around your wrists bringing them above your head. You felt him tighten the leather cuffs around your wrists holding them in place with a bar in between, the cold leather cooling your heated skin. The bar spread your hands apart at a comfortable distance, the metal clattering against the headboard as you tested the tightness of them. You gasps as Leon gently nipped at your peaked nipples, taking the bud in his mouth and sucking on it. The pads of his fingers ran along your smooth skin, drawing delicate patterns in their wake. He watched as your back arched once he reached your clothed pussy, smirking at the dampness of the gusset.

"My poor baby, all needy for her Daddy" Leon teased as he ran his fingers along the fabric. You whimpered as he retracted the digits to pull the panties down your legs, nipping at the skin along the way. Leon lifted your legs, inserting himself in between them, the small hairs that littered along his thighs tickled your own as he rested them on top. A low buzzing sound filled the room making you jump when the toy he had bought out finally made contact. Leon chuckled lowly as you squirmed away once the bullet made contact with your puffy clit. Normally Leon would warm you up, using the toy along your body, the cold metal leaving goosebumps as it moved across your skin; but not this time. Your breaths began to shorten as your body desperately attempted to adjust to the sudden stream of pleasure that coursed through you. Your lower half became numb with white pleasure as he began to circle the toy around the sensitive nub making sure not to stray too far away from it. He watched carefully at the way your body squirmed, your mouth parting to let out your oh-so-sweet whimpers; paying attention to every small detail ready to pull the pleasure at just the right time.

You tugged against the restraints, your fingers curling into fists desperate to clutch onto something. Leon smirked when he pulled the pleasure away, his cock jumping at the high-pitched whine that left your plump lips. "Daddy-please I'm so sorry" you began to cry, hiding your head into your arm as best you could with them still being suspended above you. Leon's heart broke at the sight of your frustrated tears, wanting nothing more than to treat you to the pleasure you craved and he had neglected to give you. "Sorry for what?" he spoke again, pressing the toy against your clit again. He grinned as you squirmed desperately on the bed. "For dancing with the man" You cried against your arm, the bar clatering again as you fought against them, trying to finally grasp at Leon. "I bought you this necklace so you wouldn't forget baby, but you still did" he teased, his fingers playing with the initial hanging against your chest. You could feel your release creeping in again, your toes curling as your hips bucked up to the pleasure. "I didn't- I still know" You whimpered.

Leon smiled at you, his tip flushed red as it sat proudly against his toned stomach. His pre-cum dribbled steadily down his shaft like he was a teenager again. "I wish you could see what you do to me baby" he spoke, stroking strands of your hair away from your face. He pulled the toy away, smirking at the sound that you released in a fit of frustration. "Please" You begged, tears brimming in your eyes. "I really want to"

Instead, you felt his hand grip at your hips, helping you roll over as he pressed your chest into the mattress arching your back perfectly so he could see your dripping entrance. Leon's body leaned over your own, his weeping tip slotting in between your cheeks; rubbing himself against you as he slowly removed the tie from your eyes. He chuckles at you groan of frustration that even though he has returned your sight you still can't see him yet. Your hands were still spread out in front of you as he began to gather your slick against himself. Eventually, you felt him prodding at your entrance, groaning at the stretch as he slowly entered. Your gummy walls stretched to accommodate his girth. His movements were painfully slow as he began to thrust, his hands loosely grasping at your hips. Your whimpers made him smile as you desperately tried to buck back into him chasing an orgasm you only prayed he finally gave you. "Please...I learnt my lesson I swear" you cried, burying your flushed face into the plush duvet below you. Leon paused, his cock half in your walls; he grinned at the ring of your arousal at the base and the way you tried to impale yourself further on his cock only stopped by his grip tightening.

"I'm going to pump you so full of my seed that it's going to take and show everyone who you belong to" Leon whispered in your ear as he leant back over you. You watched as his fingers began to undo the cuffs, your mind becoming fuzzy from his words, his scent and the fact you were soon going to be able to touch him. Your small brain remembers to wait for his command at least as you watch the leather fall from your wrists. "Good girl, being so obedient for me...just the way I like" he whispered as he finally rose from your back. His praise caused your pussy to clench around the tip of his cock, eliciting a groan from his lips. His hands brought yours around his neck, lifting you against him as he began to thrust upwards. Your fingers instantly wove themselves in the blond strands, hiding your face against his pulse point, enjoying the way his muscles moved against your back. Your mind blocked out the sound of the toy as he began to speed up his pace, moaning loudly when the bullet made contact with your sensitive skin. Leon knew it wouldn't take long for your orgasm to ripple through you, opting for his other hand to tweak and grope one of your perked breasts.

"Look baby" he spoke, bringing your attention to the mirror you hadn't realized he had lined you both up with. Your eyes instantly were glued onto the sight of his cock fucking into you. "I want you to see what I will do to you, watch yourself take my load deep inside this perfect pussy like the good girl you claim to be" he spoke lowly, small grunts leaving his lips as his eyes were also glued onto the sight in front of you both. You met his eyes in the mirror, his darkened stare meeting your own with such lust that you finally felt the release flood through you.

But he didn't stop, his hips never stopping their pace instead increasing as he felt your gummy walls continue to clench around him. His hand left your breast instead finding its way around your neck, a new perfect necklace for you instead of the initial. His brain became fuzzy as he thought of his animalistic desire to breed you. To watch as you swelled with his cum. His balls tightened at the thought of your frame changing, at how beautiful you would blossom to be after what he had done to you. His grip tightened around your neck, and the lack of oxygen caused your brain to become fuzzy as you gazed up at him. Craving to taste his lips.

He met them in a sloppy kiss, his grip loosening slightly as he finally grunted inside you, spilling his warm seed deep inside of you. You both watched as it dribbled out from where you were conjoined. Your chests scyronising as you both caught your breaths. "I'm so sorry Daddy" you whimpered out, the fussiness of your brain finally reducing as you continued to stare at each other in the mirror. "I won't dance with anyone again" Leon smiled, kissing the crown of your head. "Don't worry love, everyone will know who you belong to now" He spoke as his hand fell over your stomach rubbing the soft skin there.

[mypoisonedvine]

𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 | raymond leon x reader

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 | since you've managed to outsmart (or, more accurately, seduce) your last four bodyguards, your wealthy father decides it's time to take a new approach: hire a timekeeper to watch you. after all, a man who dedicates his life to the law can withstand the wiles of a spoiled, lonely girl... right?

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 | 4.7k

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 | dubcon smut (rough sex, daddy kink, choking, slapping, creampie, breeding kink, glove kink, degradation), age gap (raymond is ????, reader is early 20s), slight dd/lg undertones, reader is a bit dark and manipulative hehe

You were rolling your stockings up your legs, one of the final stages in dressing for the party tonight, when your bedroom door opened.  “Hey, Ray,” you greeted with a purr as he stepped inside.

“Officer Leon,” he corrected you.

“Right,” you smiled, tilting your head.  “I’m sorry, sir.  I didn’t mean to be disrespectful.”

He scoffed, looking away, and you bit your lip— he was getting frustrated, in more than one sense of the word, and you were going to get what you wanted (like always). Boys are simply too easy.

This whole cat-and-mouse thing was starting to drive you a little crazy— none of the other bodyguards had taken this long to crack.  But really, the anticipation just added to the fun.

You stood up and turned your back to him, hoping he was eyeing the V-shaped portion of your back he could see with your gown still open.

“Will you help me zip up my dress?” you asked sweetly, making sure your hair was out of the way and looking back over your shoulder at him sweetly.  He sighed but stepped closer to you, but tugging on the zipper only lifted the bottom of your dress a bit— so he had to put his other hand on your hip to hold it in place as he pulled the zipper up, and you were thankful he couldn’t see your eyes flutter shut at the feeling.  His hands were so strong, you could feel it even through the gloves— and those fucking gloves, shiny black leather, he knew damn well what he was doing to you.  He just didn't seem to care.

"There," he said when he'd tugged it up to the top, stepping back, and you turned around to face him.  The dress was more elegant than you usually went for: you traded in your lace and bows in pastel shades for a dark purple silk that fell to the floor.

"What do you think?" you asked, biting your lip.  "Daddy picked it out for me."

"He has expensive taste," Raymond noticed, though he conspicuously didn't comment on your appearance.  He was very uptight, especially about professionalism.  You sort of got the feeling that if you could just pull one of his strings hard enough, he'd totally unravel: which is why you kept trying.

As he tried not to look at you, you gave him a slow look up and down.  "Is that what you're wearing tonight?" you asked incredulously, pointing to his high-neck black sweater and long leather trench.

"I'm working tonight, so yes," he answered.

Everyone thought Raymond stuck out like a sore thumb in your room— his angular, dark form against the soft baby pinks and white laces around your bed, a hardened cop amongst the porcelain baby dolls and fluffy stuffed animals and gold-edged tea sets: but you thought he fit right in, standing there amongst all your playthings.

~

The party was a bit dull— you were having more fun toying with your bodyguard than anything else.  “Try this,” you’d insist as you held up an hors d'oeuvre to feed him; he had to give in, he had to do whatever you said in front of all these people, but he glared at you as he leaned forward and took a bite out of the mini-tart.

You bragged to your father’s guests about your new bodyguard— or toy, as you called him more often.  “Daddy bought him for me,” you’d say, “and he has to do whatever I want.  Show them your gun, Mr. Leon!”

He only looked at you sternly again, and you rolled your eyes.

“He’s sort of grouchy,” you explained to the amused dinner attendees.  He didn’t react much, still standing there with his gloved hands held in front of him, but you saw a little tightness in his jaw.

Best of all, you flirted with as many suitors as you could get away with in a night, just to bother him.  The tricky thing about a world without aging is men who’ve been around quite some time were still just as eligible for your hand as men closer to your age— you wondered if it would bother him more knowing that one of your father’s wealthy friends who had been alive at least 80 years was doting on you.  Didn’t matter either way: you let them all stand a bit too close, put their hand on your lower back— you laughed too hard at their shitty jokes.  All to make Ray jealous, but when you glanced over your shoulder at him, you could never catch a reaction.

After the guests had left and the staff had begun cleaning, you went back to your room to change.  You’d coyly asked Raymond if he would watch over you during that, too, but he didn’t answer because he knew you were joking.  It’s not like you were ever really serious… but you did want him.  Not just for fun, and not just to prove to your father that there was no use hiring these bodyguards— he was fucking sexy, obviously.  Definitely your favorite so far, and exactly your type… for how much he thought you were trying to tease and tempt him, he was the one driving you a little crazy.

Still, you kept your cool as best you could; you needed to keep control over him, and thankfully with him working for you, that was pretty easy to exert.  (Well, technically he worked for your father, but it was close enough.)

“Oh, Mister Officer,” you called out to him through the door as you sat on your bed, hearing him step closer.

“Yes?” he asked, voice slightly muffled.

“I just need your help with something,” you explained, but he still hesitated.

“Are you decent?”

Damn, he wasn’t that gullible anymore.  “Enough,” you replied, and he sighed before opening your bedroom door.

You were in your bra and panties now— but with your heels and stockings still on, of course; he lost track of his step for a second when he saw you, then frowned at you.  “That’s not what I would consider decent,” he said.

“Well, I need your help and I wasn’t going to put on a turtleneck just for that,” you replied.  “You’ve seen me in my bikini by the pool, anyways…”

And you’d made him apply sunscreen on your back as well; you smirked to yourself at the memory.  “What do you need my help with?” he reminded you of the original topic.

“Well, these shoes are too small for me now,” you said, “I didn’t realize how much I’d grown since I wore them last…”

You hoped he’d find that a little intriguing, as someone who himself hadn’t grown in… you didn’t even know how long.  He obviously never talked about it— for all you knew he could have been alive a hundred years, though he certainly didn’t act like it.  

You lifted a stiletto-clad foot forward towards him.  “Now they’re stuck.  Will you help me take them off?”

He sighed that trademark, frustrated sigh of his, and you fought off a smile.  “You can’t do that yourself?” 

You shook your head.  “I’m not strong enough,” you explained with a shrug.

Clearly not buying it but in no position to accuse you of lying, he knelt down in front of you.  Taking the shoe in his hand, he looked at you with annoyance in his eyes as it slipped off easily.  

“You’re so strong,” you cooed, wiggling your toes inside the pantyhose, then putting your foot down to hold out the other in front of him.  “Now the other one,” you demanded.

He took the shoe off of you, tossing it aside, and you let your foot brush against his thigh as you lowered it down— just long enough to make it not quite believable as an accident.

“Now my stockings,” you continued, and he got up and started to walk away.

“You’ll have to do the rest on your own,” he insisted.

“But who’s gonna help me undress?” you pouted, and he stopped walking halfway to the door, dropping his shoulders a bit.

“I don’t know, how about you ask one of those boys that was sniffing around you all night?” he suggested, and you smiled proudly.  Oh, you noticed that?  

“I can’t,” you sighed, “you know Daddy doesn’t let me have any boys in my room— except you.”

“Yes,” he agreed, “because I’m the one who keeps the boys out of your room.”

“It’s no fair,” you whined.  “It’s so boring up here by myself…”

“Please,” he groaned, finally turning around, “with all these things you have?  You shouldn’t have any trouble being entertained.”

“You’re right,” you agreed, “I shouldn’t— but I do.  There’s only one thing I really wanna do right now…”

You started to slowly and delicately run your fingers up your legs, spreading them a bit.

“But I don’t wanna have to do it alone…” you continued, blinking up at him as you saw his nostril twitch— could this finally be the moment you caught him?

In an instant, he stormed towards you and grabbed you by the neck.  “So fucking spoiled,” he growled, his black leather gloves crinkling softly as you whimpered and held his wrist.  “You think I don’t know what you’re doing?  You think your father didn’t tell me what happened to the last four bodyguards?”

“I— I didn’t fuck them all,” you defended, voice a little thin from the pressure on your throat, “the third quit on his own—”

“Because he knew what would happen if he gave in to you,” Raymond sneered.  “And so do I.  You think I’ll give up on a job like this that easily?”

That was one thing that made Ray different than the others before— they were all professional bodyguards, used to working for the elite class.  Most of them probably already had plenty of time, or could at least keep getting jobs of this caliber to earn a similar keep.  But Timekeepers weren’t especially well compensated, paid daily but only paid just enough to keep going until the next per diem.  He’d probably never had more than a couple days on his clock, and now he was earning a month a week just to babysit you.  That was why your father hired him for this, you finally realized: he’d said before that he simply hoped a lawman would have a little more integrity and not give in to temptation with you, but it was far more than just that.

Raymond let go of your neck and tossed you back onto the bed, but just when you hoped he’d climb on top of you and pin you down, he scoffed and turned away.  “You’re too young, anyways,” he said as he crossed his arms.

“Am not,” you denied.

“Your clock hasn’t even started yet,” he noticed.

“I’ve only got a few more years left,” you frowned, “but I’m still an adult.”

“Then fucking act like one,” he suggested sharply, and left the room with slam of your door.

You sighed, once again left frustrated with another unsuccessful attempt to get him into bed.  But, you smiled, too; because you knew this was a step in the right direction.

~

Your father tried not to travel much, since it was one of the few things that exposed him to the risk of death.  Wouldn't it be absurdly ironic, dying in a plane crash after living for hundreds of years and with nearly a millennium left on his clock?

Still, he didn't get all these years by sitting around in his house, he was a busy professional.  And his work sometimes required him to leave for as long as a few weeks.

He had you come and see him off at the hangar, Officer Leon not far behind as you kissed your father on the cheek and bid him safe travels.  

You loved when he left, it gave you a lot more freedom.  But Raymond didn't know that, he just knew you were a billionaire's youngest daughter left alone in a massive mansion, and you'd already had planned for weeks how you could use that to your advantage.

You knew he was outside your door, you could see the shadow of his boots through the crack between the wood and the plush rug.  Fighting off a little smile, you whimpered softly— but not too soft, he needed to hear it.  The first one didn't seem to work, so you dropped your head and did it again.

He swung open the door a second later, and though he seemed relieved to find you alone and not being kidnapped or something, he still had to ask: "Are you alright?"

You sniffled and wiped at your eye, acting like you were trying to hide your tears as if it all wasn’t a performance in the first place.  “Daddy’s gone away,” you pouted, “and left me all by myself… m’so lonely, Mr. Leon.”

“Officer,” he corrected, but his voice faltered when you looked up at him with big, needy eyes.

“I don’t wanna be all alone,” you whimpered, “I need somebody to take care of me… protect me…”

You rubbed your thighs together as you sat on the bed, toying with the lacy hem of your nightgown.

“Somebody big and strong,” you continued as he crossed his arms, “like you.”

His stare was icier than ever, yet those eyes still could’ve melted you if you let them.

“Will you be my new daddy while he’s gone?” you asked sweetly, biting your lip, and he tensed his jaw as he looked away.

“What do you get out of toying with me?” he asked sharply.

“Fucked, hopefully,” you smiled.  

“You know, I’ve known a lot of women,” he informed you; you had no idea where he was going with this, but you liked how it started.  “Rich, poor— prostitutes, politicians— young, or just young-looking.  But I don’t think I’ve ever met such a brainless, insatiable little whore as you.”

You stood up from the bed, stepping closer to him carefully.  “Really?” you smiled, taking it as a compliment, and that only angered him further.

“What is it that makes you think you can get whatever you want?” he wondered, his blue eyes like daggers as he glared at you. 

“Experience,” you shrugged, reaching up to trace a finger over his lapel, but he batted it away harshly.  “Ooh,” you breathed, “you’re a mean daddy, hm?  The type that believes in lots of discipline?”

He didn’t respond, even when you stepped so close that your body was nearly touching his.

“I can be a good girl,” you promised sweetly, “for you.”

“I don’t believe that for a second,” he snapped.

“Let me prove it, daddy,” you purred, “just give me a chance…”

You leaned in, wondering if he’d let you kiss him— he hadn’t backed away, but he hadn’t relaxed out of his bodyguard posture, either.

“Just make me yours,” you pleaded under your breath, lips nearly brushing against his.

Before you even realized he’d given in, he slammed you back against the wall with a hand around your neck, the other instantly grabbing you between the legs, and you mewled joyfully.  “Fuck,” he snarled, like he was just as frustrated with himself as with you; his gloved hand roughly navigated up under your nightgown and into your panties.  

Two leather-covered fingers slid inside you, and you arched your back up off the wall.  

“Needy whore,” he grunted as he shoved his fingers deeper into you, making you whimper as your knees almost buckled.  “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Yes, daddy,” you moaned happily, though he slapped you across the face hard with his other hand right after you said it, and you yelped as you clutched your cheek.

“I’m not your fucking daddy,” he spat at you.  “Such a goddamn brat— if I was your daddy, you’d have some fucking manners.”

“Teach me,” you begged, “fuck, please— I need to learn.  Teach me right now.”

He let go of you, and pulled his fingers out of you, and stepped back slightly as he shed the gloves and his long coat.  “Get on your fucking knees,” he growled, watching you slide along the wall onto the floor.  

You didn’t need to be told what to do after that, you simply smiled as you reached up to rub the bulge in his pants.  Unbuckling his belt for him, you had to catch your breath when you realized how big he was.  

He smirked when you whimpered slightly while taking it out, stroking him as he got harder in your grip.  “More than you bargained for?” he wondered smugly.

“Nothing a brainless, insatiable little whore can’t handle,” you promised just before leaning forward and taking him into your mouth.  He gasped a little before humming in satisfaction, and you suckled as you swirled your tongue around his head, fitting what you could in your mouth and trying to coat the skin with your spit.

His hand suddenly held onto your hair when you started to bob your head, and he groaned when you choked slightly on the tip of him.  “Fuck,” he whispered, “yeah— like that, baby…”

You moaned around him, not just for show but a reaction to the satisfying weight of him on your tongue— and the slightly salty taste of leaking precum.  Your fingers brushed gently over his balls as you blinked up at him: you were pulling out all the stops, you wanted him to lose his mind over you even more than he already had.

He pushed your hair back, tilting your head further to meet your gaze.  You thought he might speak when he opened his mouth, but you gagged on him again and he just sighed.

Your hand wrapped around the rest of his length that you couldn't reach with your lips, stroking him in time with the way you bobbed your head; and your other hand couldn't help but reach down between your bent legs, pressing against your core— bare, as you'd already thought ahead and forgone panties— and making you hum at the smallest hint of friction.

You were just starting to set a rhythm with it, the bobbing of your head and the stroking of your hand and the way you swirled your tongue… but of course he had to throw you off and shove your head down, making you choke again unexpectedly, as he groaned at the feeling.  “S’what you wanted,” he reminded you, starting to roughly fuck your mouth.  “What you fucking wanted, right, little whore?”

You could only barely nod with him holding your head, and your clit throbbed just from the way he looked down at you with his teeth bared.

“Fuck, just need a cock to choke on,” he growled.  “Only way to shut you up, huh?”

He gave your throat a few more aggressive thrusts before pulling back, and you coughed and wiped your chin as you looked up at him.  “It’s not all I wanted,” you reminded him when you caught your breath, and he smiled at you in a condescending sort of way.

“Right,” he recalled, tilting his head, “you wanted to be fucked.  Poor thing.”

“Please, daddy?” you batted your eyelashes up at him, and he just laughed thinly.

“Nothing’s stopping you, princess,” he replied, holding his hands out, as if to suggest you come and take it.  You couldn’t resist an offer like that.

Standing up and grinning at him, you pushed him back by the shoulders and down onto the bed, straddling his lap.

He smirked up at you; “Really need it that bad, huh?” he mocked as you pulled your nightgown up over your head and tossed it aside quickly.

“Uh huh,” you agreed with a nod, “need you so bad— you’ll let me ride your big cock, right, daddy?  Please?”

But you were already lining him up to your entrance and sinking down, and you both groaned loudly as he filled you.  “God, it’s so wet,” he hissed, watching you gasp as you lowered yourself further.  “You get that wet just from sucking cock?  Fuckin’ slut.”

Your eyes rolled back as the tip of his cock pressed further than you thought possible.  “Fuck, daddy,” you moaned, “you’re so deep…”

“Yeah,” he panted in agreement, “can’t believe that little pussy’s taking all of me…”

You started to grind on him right away, holding onto his shoulders as you rocked your hips desperately.  “Oh my god, oh my god,” you chanted, “it’s s-so good, it feels so good—”

He bit his lip as he watched you, and you loved how it felt to have those steely eyes looking up and down your body as you moved.

You'd been sort of on edge the whole time, sucking him off and all— not to mention that the foreplay with you and Raymond had started, in your mind, months ago when he was first hired.  The satisfaction of finally having him exactly where you wanted him was nearly as good as the physical sensation… but it did feel incredible, the curve of his cock rubbing up against your spot with so much pressure that you shuddered all over.

His hands ran over your body, the strength of them more than apparent even when he was touching you somewhat delicately, and you moaned as his rough fingers punched your nipples.

You shifted from grinding down on him to properly bouncing up and down, arching your back to get the perfect angle as you both groaned.  "Fucking tight," he mumbled his praise.

You held on tighter to his shirt, really wishing you could see him without it, but there was something hot about him still being in his uniform… especially when you were totally naked.  It probably made him think he had more power over you, which was exactly what you wanted him to think.

Moving faster, you felt the pressure building inside you already, pulsing and swelling as you let your head drop forward to look down at him looking jus perfect underneath you.

He grabbed you by the neck, only to be unexpectedly sweet and pull you down into a kiss— but it was still a hungry, dominating kiss, one that made you whine and tense up inside as he tasted all over your tongue and mouth.  And he didn’t let go of your neck, either, in fact he tightened his grip just enough to make you choke out a raspy moan against his lips, which you felt smirk a moment later.  

“So good, daddy,” you mumbled into the last moments of the kiss.  His hands moved down to your body, following your movements, and you pulled back enough to look at his face closely.  “You’re so fucking good, daddy,” you praised again.

He groaned and held your waist tighter, making you hum and smile.  "Little slut," he scolded through his teeth as you moved faster.  “Show daddy how you make yourself come.”

You beamed as he really accepted the title for the first time.  Sitting up higher and bouncing faster, you moaned loudly as you chased your high: shocks of sensation hit inside you, faster and faster the longer you continued.

You grabbed his hands off your hips and pinned them down beside his head, riding him harder while he smirked up at you.  "So desperate," he cooed— but you could hear in his voice that he was close, too.

Whimpering at the feeling, you felt your walls bearing down on him as it nearly hit you— it was sort of difficult to come like this, since you could only move so fast, but the way it was drawn out just made you sure it would build up even stronger and hit you harder.

“Fuck, get off,” he warned, “gonna come.”

You grinned, biting your lip, and kept grinding your hips.

“Get up,” he demanded, but you just tightened your grip on his wrists.  “Fuck, are you—?”

“Shh, m’close,” you scolded, feeling him try to struggle under you— but he was flexing inside you, too, and you knew he couldn’t hold back forever.  He was obviously more than strong enough to fight you off if he really wanted, but it wasn’t about your body overpowering his— it was about you forcing him to give in to his instincts… to temptation.

“I swear to fucking god,” he groaned through his teeth, “if you don’t fucking get off me right now—”

“I’m coming, daddy!” you announced suddenly as you bounced on him even more fervently.  “Oh my god, daddy, m’coming on your big cock!  Yes!”

It felt great, don’t get me wrong, but you were definitely playing it up and giving him a real show as you tossed your head back, screamed out his name, dug your nails into his wrists— you wanted him to be totally helpless to you for just that moment.  “Fuck!” he groaned, and you laughed excitedly as his cock pulsed inside you, heat flooding between your legs and his head falling back onto the mattress with the most gorgeous fucked-out look on his face.  

“Oh fuck, come in me, daddy,” you demanded, rocking your hips and squeezing him tight for every drop, “wanna be so fucking full—”

He groaned through his teeth as it all started to die down a bit, scrunching his face up for a second before relaxing under you again; you felt his cock pump just a few more times, weaker than before, and you hummed proudly.

“God— oh my god—” he panted out, opening his eyes wide as he started to catch his breath, looking at you like you were crazy.  You just laughed and bit your lip as you finally stopped moving.  “What the fuck did you just do?” he snapped, but he still whimpered a bit when you deliberately clenched your walls around him.

“Sorry,” you shrugged, “I just really needed some come inside me— been really in the mood to get bred lately—”

You giggled as he grabbed you and threw you down onto the bed, turning you both over as he held your arms tight and pulled out— he blinked quickly, his lips slack and still a little stained from your pink gloss, as he watched his come leak out of your pussy.  “Fuck,” he snarled, clearly trying to use his anger and panic to hide how much it turned him on.  “Are you fucking kidding me?  Do you realize what fucking happens if you get—?”

“Pregnant?” you finished for him, licking your lips excitedly.  “Doesn’t it sound so hot though?  You knocking me up, getting me all nice and full with your baby, ‘cause I’m so young and fertile— and then you can be a real daddy—”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he spat, sitting back at little on the bed and running his hands over his face in dismay.  “You’re— oh god— I can’t believe this is happening—”

“Calm down, grumpypants,” you scolded with a smile as you sat up and looked at him closer.  “I’m on the pill, haven’t missed one in years.”

Ray’s terrified expression fell into relief and frustration simultaneously.  “Fucking— you could’ve told me that before,” he frowned, dropping his hands to his sides.

“But then I would’ve missed out on your little meltdown,” you laughed proudly.  “You looked cute like that, panicking and thinking you really got me pregnant.”

He watched you get up out of the bed and snag your silk robe from off of a hook on the wall, slipping it on as you walked to the bathroom.  You looked over your shoulder at him as you turned the door’s golden handle, smirking when you saw the dumbfounded look on his face.

“I think I could use a bath,” you explained, “care to join me, big boy?”

The look on his face was that sort of incredulous denial— like he couldn’t believe that you’d ask him that, expecting him to ever want to be near you again after pulling that stunt.  “Are you serious?!” he choked.

“Of course,” you laughed, “I’m not in a joking mood anymore.  Are you coming or not?”

He laughed in bewilderment and looked around for a moment, before sighing in relent.  “Yeah, I am,” he admitted, sliding off the bed to come join you.  You smirked to yourself; these boys are simply too easy.

[bowrapped]

burning for you

feline hybrid!reader x older!leon

tags: 18+, porn without plot, cis!afab!reader, owner/pet dynamics, daddy kink, mating/heat cycles, breeding kink, praise kink, hand kink, dd/lg-like themes, established relationship, surprisingly soft?

4.3k words

notes: i took the plunge and finally completed an nsfw fic based on some of my submissions to @lipglossanon as 🎀 anon! i hope y’all enjoy :)

crossposted to ao3

The front door subtly clicked as Leon unlocked it. Usually, you would already be headed to the door in greeting, your sensitive ears picking up his presence from the smallest of noises. This time, however, you were nowhere to be seen, and Leon called out to you as he shed his various accoutrement and walked deeper into the home.

Life with a hybrid had come with solace and routine for Leon, though it was a bit touch and go at times. You had a penchant for digging into his dirty laundry, wrapping yourself in sweaty workout clothes that you swore smelled divine. You were incredibly affectionate, something that both comforted and occasionally confounded Leon. You sweetly stayed by his side, purring as your long tail swished with affection. That’s not to say you were clingy—just honest in your feelings for the older man.

All of these factors were even more pronounced during your heat cycles. Leon knew another was coming soon, and he had a hunch it had come a bit early in spite of his preparations.

The thought was practically confirmed when there was no response to his calls. Leon quickly moved to his bedroom, past experience guiding him to your likely whereabouts.

As expected, he found you curled against his sheets and an assortment of his clothes. Your hands were bunched in the pile of fabric, pointedly refraining from touching your lower body while your thighs pressed together—trying and failing to find relief.

In his presence, you merely whined and curled yourself further into the makeshift nest around you, seemingly unable or unwilling to move very far.

Leon moved to sit on the edge of the bed and sighed, “There you are.”

You quickly shifted from your spot, your face pressed into his side as your hands tightly gripped his shirt. Your body was so tightly strung that you were near tears as you clung to your owner. Voice high and desperate, you cried into the cloth, “I needed you—need you so bad, Daddy.”

Daddy. The name had been your suggestion. You’d asked to call him that from the beginning, stating that it encompassed everything you dreamed an owner would be. A caregiver—someone who would love you unconditionally. His heart had melted at the confession, and he couldn’t help the twinge of arousal hearing the title from your lips. He diligently kept the expected promise of the name, and spoiled you just as it suggested. Middle age was surely softening him, but he wouldn’t focus on that now.

Leon easily untangled you from his side, gathered you in his arms, and sat against the dark wooden headboard. You were pliant as he settled you in his lap, back pressed against his chest and legs resting outside of his. Still, your hands clung to the muscular arms wrapped around your waist.

“Poor kitty,” Leon cooed as he guided your hair to the side, careful not to muss your pointed ears. His lips grazed your heated skin, stubble slightly tickling you as he went, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here earlier, but I’m here now, alright? Daddy’ll make it better.”

“Daddy, please, I—“ you mewled as Leon mouthed and nipped at your neck. “Was so good. I didn’t touch myself just like you told me to. Been waiting for you. Been so good,” your breath was heavy while you babbled, desperate for Leon to touch you.

He hummed in interest and smiled softly at your words—though you couldn’t see it. That rule was another staple in your dynamic, not born from sadism, but what Leon considered necessity.

Though you’d gotten better, you still had a tendency toward messiness. While he couldn’t fully fault you, he still needed to set some ground rules. Coming home to the sight of you grinding against his pillow was hot in the moment, but the extra laundry to be done after the fact was another story.

“Is that right?” He continued to press kisses into your nape as his hands roamed across your clothed chest, “That’s my girl. Daddy’s so proud of you, baby.”

You preened under his praise, chasing the large, rough hands that languidly explored your upper body over the threadbare fabric of Leon’s old tee. Your smaller fingers wrapped around his wrist in an attempt to pull his hands lower. You needed his fingers on your clit, in your cunt, anywhere that could give relief to the burning heat threatening to consume you.

Your body relaxed against Leon’s as he easily followed your lead. The feeling immediately dissipated when he didn’t go further down, but lifted your shirt hem instead.

“Daddy…” you grumbled. Your disappointment was evident, but Leon still pointedly ignored your spread legs and instead exposed your chest to the cool air of the room.

“Patience,” he murmured, his voice low in his chest. “Want to give you some attention here first,” his calloused palms rested underneath your breasts, “We can’t have them feeling left out, can we?”

A high moan caught in your throat. You wanted to argue, to pull his hands down again, but you merely held onto his wrists as he continued to caress you. Your want to follow Leon’s somehow won out over heated desperation.

He caught your pebbled nipples between his forefinger and thumb, rolling and tugging them before grasping your breasts once more. You arched into his calloused hands, pleasured whimpers unmistakable in spite of your discontent.

“There you go…” Leon’s voice was soothing. “I know it’s hard, but just let me play a little.”

You let him. You always did. In your mind, Leon hung the stars, and you consistently followed him even when you protested.

It didn’t help that the rough attention he gave your breasts was a dizzying combination of too much and not enough. Your mind would be muddled regardless, but it was especially so now.

Neither his ministrations, nor your keens wavered as he spoke, “So sensitive here, sweetheart…Makes me wanna use my mouth on you—kiss you until you couldn't take it anymore.”

Your ears were downturned at his words. You knew you would take whatever Leon gave you, but you didn’t know if you could take that much teasing in your current state.

Leon huffed a laugh into your neck, ”I would, too, but you want me somewhere else, right?”

You immediately nodded, your hands again attempted to guide him between your legs. Leon’s arms remained firm, as did his tone, “C’mon. Gotta use your words for me.”

“‘M sorry,” your voice warbled, “I do.” You tugged his wrists again, succeeding this time in moving his hands further downward.

Leon’s fingertips grazed the frilly top of your panties as he playfully feigned ignorance.

“Here?” he questioned, a teasing smile on his face.

Your tail flicked in discontent as you immediately spread your legs even wider for him. “Yes. Please touch me, Daddy. I need it. Need you so badly.” Your hips canted upward, seeking friction that wasn’t there. The ache between your thighs was all-consuming, and you were desperate for the relief you knew Leon could give.

Leon gently patted your hip, “Alright. I’ll give you what you need, okay? No more teasing.”

He snaked his right hand underneath your waistband. His free arm wrapped firmly around your waist—an anchor for you as well as a way to keep you still. The wet spot you left on the white fabric was almost translucent on Leon’s hand as he gathered your slick on his fingertips.

His fingers easily glided across your entrance and up to your clit. You immediately bucked at the contact, but Leon’s arm didn't budge from its place across your soft stomach as he held you against him. His touch started in slow circular motions so as not to overwhelm your sensitive body.

Still, your hips desperately attempted to chase his hand, and you whined in both relieved pleasure and indignation at Leon’s stilling grasp. “It’s okay. I’ve got you,” he cooed.

As much as you wanted Leon to rush with you, he often opted to take his time. In addition to his penchant for teasing, you were precious to him, and he wished to convey that in part with how he handled you in intimate moments—at least until you urged him enough to do differently.

Leon’s languid caresses grew stronger as he guided your overstimulated body. Sloppy, rhythmic clicks and vocal, heaving breaths announced your desperation to the otherwise silent room. His fingers swept across your clit and down your soaked cunt where he began to work his fingers inside you. Your muscles immediately tightened around him, trying to pull his digits further in.

“Hah—Daddy,” you cried out, body still trying to move with the rhythm of his hand. The heel of Leon’s palm grinded against your clit as two of his fingers curled inside you. You lurched, moans caught high in your throat at the intense feeling. Your dulled nails gripped Leon’s forearms. The unfounded thought of him removing his hands had you scrambling to keep him in place.

With your limited movement, you arched back into Leon as you chased the stimulation of his hand. The feel of his hardening cock underneath you only spurred on your growing climax. The air was filled with your high-pitched cries and the lewd wet sound of Leon’s fingers moving inside of you, “Fuck—please, don’t stop, Daddy.”

A low hush brushed against your skin. “It’s okay, I won’t stop,” his lips were hotly pressed to your ear as he attempted to soothe you. “Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.”

Leon’s soft words and strong grip were grounding to your overactive mind. Though your hand was tight on his own and your cries didn’t fully cease, your body still minutely relaxed into his.

“Atta girl,” Leon murmured, “You’re alright. Just need to let Daddy take care of you.”

He pressed his palm harsher against you, trying to guide you over the edge, “Want you to cum on my fingers first. Can you do that for me?”

“Mhm. I can,” you hiccuped, “Wanna feel good. Wanna be good for you, Daddy.” You continued to chase your high, grinding down on Leon’s hand as he pressed a third finger alongside the others.

His voice kept rumbling softly in your mind, and despite your best efforts, you couldn’t grasp any of the words spoken into your tufted ear. Your attention was solely focused on your impending climax and the sight of Leon’s hand between your legs.

Your eyes followed the flexing tendons in his wrist down to the hand half-hidden by soaked fabric. A part of you yearned to see his hand work against you, unconcealed by the frilled garment. Another loathed the idea of losing his touch at all.

You didn’t have to ponder the dilemma for much longer as your climax encroached the forefront of your mind. Leon’s hands and voice were both quickly guiding you toward your peak, and you followed the feeling with abandon. Your body had been left wanting, but now it could finally get relief. You trembled in his arms, ears folded and brow furrowed in pleasure.

“That’s it,” he drawled, “Know you can do it, baby.”

The knot in your core continually grew tighter under Leon’s rough hands and gentle coaxing. You fell over the edge easily. Your nails and mind latched onto the whispered promise of relief and a full cunt. Later, you’d be apologetic at each of the marks you left on Leon’s skin, but the thought was far away in the wake of your climax.

Your ears buzzed as the feeling swept you under. Leon worked your body through it, his fingers sticky with your release.

“There you go…” he cooed. His touches slowly transitioned from strong presses to soft caresses that left your body quivering.

Your chest heaved on the pleasant come down. Yet still, you felt empty in spite of his fingers. Heat demanded one thing from you, and the yearning ache in your core would not let you forget that fact.

You impatiently pulled his hand from your panties and interrupted its languid dance across your pussy. His fingers separated, and the semi-translucent strings connecting them instantly caught your eye.

Without thinking, you ran your textured tongue up his salty-sweet palm. “Daddy,” you spoke against his skin. “Wanna keep going,” you captured his fingers between your lips, catching his knuckles on your canines and muffling your voice, “Please?”

You lost yourself in your owner’s calloused hands. You had always been enamored with them and their ability to treat you with both stern guidance and delicate finesse. Today was no different.

Leon’s grip tightened around your waist. As much as (or perhaps, because) he loved it, attending to you had left him painfully hard and wanting. The feel of your warm mouth and the unintentional satisfied hums reverberating in your throat did little to help.

He shifted his fingers against your tongue, coaxing your mouth open when he spread them. You chased the thin bands of saliva connecting you, gathering his fingers back into your mouth in a meager attempt to clean them.

Leon’s eyes were fixed onto your mouth as he breathed, “Alright, baby. Just need you to get up for me, okay?”

Your lips relinquished their hold on Leon’s hand, now only slightly less messy than before. You quickly adjusted your position—poised on your knees, presenting yourself regardless of your semi-clothed form. Your tail swayed above you in silent beacon as you awaited his response.

God. Leon was sure you’d be the death of him. He’d expected you to simply shift, to sit between his legs and face him while you anticipated his next words. Normally, you would, and Leon felt this boldness was a side effect of your biology-induced desperation. Either way, he couldn’t help but enjoy the view.

His hands easily rested on your hips as he knelt behind you. One rested at your tailbone, your soft fur nestled in the cradle between his index finger and thumb. The other teased at the line of your underwear in the silent promise of removing the garment.

“Shit,” he sighed, “Almost too pretty for your own good.” His palms were hot against your skin, unmoving but firm.

You shivered underneath him when you realized the image you likely projected in that moment. You, half-clothed with tousled hair and your hips high in offering. Him, still in the base of his work clothes with only flushed cheeks and tented jeans to betray his lust.

Fighting the urge to grind back into him, you let Leon explore your body at his own pace.

He silently stroked the base of your tail as his eyes and free hand roamed over your body. A low purr vibrated in your chest. Though the heated ache persisted, you always indulged in any attention Leon gave you.

Leon had a strong teasing streak—something that had seriously frustrated you at first. In your mind, you didn’t know why you would deny yourself when you could instead be honest and proactive in your desires.

With time, you learned that while it did partially come from a place of mischief, it mostly stemmed from appreciation. He wanted to take his time with you, lathe affection on each inch of your skin, and cement that you were his to cherish.

His hand shifted across your ass and down to the gusset of your panties. Your hips jumped when his thumb ran a smooth line down to your clothed clit.

“Daddy…”

Though you understood his teasing, it didn’t mean you were never impatient in the wake of it.

Leon gently hushed you, “Want to take my time with you for a little longer. Just be patient for me.”

You breathed in quiet pants as his light touches continued. He pulled the damp cotton down your thighs, smoothing your puffed tail as it threaded through the makeshift hole in the fabric.

His hand again found its place between your legs. You jerked under his touch as his thumb ran along soaked skin. Before you could fully sink into the feeling, it seemed to leave almost as soon as it arrived.

You turned back to protest, but all impatient remarks caught in your throat when you caught his eye over your shoulder. Leon mirrored your earlier actions, albeit much less messily, savoring what your body left on the pad of his thumb.

Noticing your reaction, his eyes creased at the edges. “You made it look so good, thought I needed a reminder.” His free hand revealed more of your face from under your mussed locks, “But that can come later, right?”

He shifted back, deft fingers quickly undoing the clasps of his well-worn belt and deep blue jeans. A low sigh escaped him as he freed his cock. Precum beaded at the flushed tip, belying the composure he’d shown thus far.

You reached for Leon’s hand in a silent plea, and he quickly tangled your fingers in understanding.

A high moan rushed from your throat as he slowly guided himself into your welcoming heat. The feeling of him was not new, but it was nevertheless overwhelming. Your mind was awash with him. The dull burning stretch of your muscles, the warmth of his hands on your sides, and the timbre of Leon’s voice all swam in your muddled mind and culminated in slurred gratitude.

Daddy—thank you, thank you, thank you…!

“Shh, don’t gotta thank me, sweetheart,” he whispered, “Relax. Let me take care of you.”

You hiccuped a relieved sob at finally being filled. Your face burned—though you couldn’t dwell on your outburst. Instead, your breathing was heavy as you tried to relax around him. Wanted as it was, the insistent press of his cock was heady in your cotton-filled brain.

Leon let out a low moan as your body greedily took him in. In spite of your shared desperation, he kept his pace slow and his touch gentle. His hand squeezed yours in reassurance, and he quietly called your name. “Talk to me,” he coaxed, voice rough in his throat.

You nodded earnestly, one side of your face against the bedsheets, “I’m okay…” your voice trembled, “Sorry.”

He chuckled, “It’s alright. Don’t want to hurt you, that's all.”

“You won’t,” you grinded against him as you deepened the arch of your back, goading Leon further, “I can take it, Daddy. Please?”

“Fuck…” Leon hissed, his hips involuntarily following yours. He pressed your intertwined hands into the mattress, “I can never say no to you, can I?”

Your voice was lost in your throat, and the rhetorical question was simply met with pleased mewls as he finally moved. Obscene wet noises resounded from where your bodies were joined. The sound mingled with your voices in an unorthodox symphony.

Leon’s hand untangled from yours, moving to firmly grasp your hip. With it, he guided your body onto his, thrusts heavy as he fell into rhythm. His eyes trailed down the glistening line of your spine to where the two of you were connected. Your cunt wrapped tightly around him, seemingly trying to keep his cock nestled deep inside.

“Can’t help but spoil you.” Leon’s voice was low and rough as his eyes remained on you. A white band of your arousal already began to gather at his base—another mark of explicit honesty from your tightly wound body.

Each of your cries were muffled into the mattress as he fucked you. Your pleasured babbles were almost unintelligible to Leon as you continued to hide from him.

Muscular arms gathered you close to his chest, your damp skin hot against his own. Your head lolled to the side in a meager bid for him to move higher as he placed more forceful, heated kisses along your shoulder. “You don’t need to hide, sweetheart,” he murmured, stubble now rough against you. As he spoke, one of his hands trailed down to your soaked cunt.

It easily found its mark, rubbing quick circles along your clit and further coaxing you to your climax. You bucked in his grasp at the added stimulation. Your hands clutched his forearms as they searched for an anchor. You were certain his grip was the only thing keeping you kneeling on your shaking legs.

Your words were interspersed with whines and moans as he continued to move inside of you, “‘M sorry, Daddy—just feels so good.”

You could feel his smile at your words. “It’s alright,” he breathed, “Just let go for me.” His other hand found its way to your breast, cradling it in his palm. He let his thumb trace circles across its peak, his movements gentle yet purposeful.

Your voice continued to fill the room in tandem with the sound of your bodies moving together. Each of Leon’s touches had you barreling toward your peak.

Your tail trembled against Leon’s chest, and you whined high in your throat, the vibrations reaching Leon’s lips as he kissed your fevered skin, “Daddy, ‘m so close—please.” You weren't sure what you were asking for with your pleasure-slurred words. You just knew you didn’t want him to stop.

“I know, baby,” he whispered. He continued to rub your clit as he pressed his lips against yours in a messy kiss. His heavy breaths mingled with yours as he spoke, “Daddy’s got you. It’s okay.”

His movements became more forceful, his hips pumping into you faster than before. His encouraging whispers and forceful touches remained as you reached the edge.

A final coo from him had you tumbling to your orgasm. Your body shook in Leon’s grasp as he fucked you through it. You almost chanted his name and given title like a prayer as you crested over each wave of pleasure. Your cunt tightly squeezed around him. Leon’s resulting groan was lost in the rushing of your ears.

He continued to thrust into you, feeling his own release beginning to come soon after yours. “Oh, fuck,” he choked back a whine, his breath hot against your sweat-dampened skin.

You reached behind you, hooking your fingers into what you could of Leon’s thigh. “Please, don’t stop,” you begged—desperate for him even now, “Wan’ it inside.”

Leon’s cock throbbed at your request. The admission wasn’t new by any means, but it was no less spurring. His arms snaked closer around your waist, seeking more leverage to buck his hips upwards into yours.

“Okay, I’ll give you what you want, baby. Give it to you,” he rested a palm just under your navel, “right here. Right where it should be, hm?.”

You clenched around him again, eliciting another pleasured hiss from Leon. “Yes! Want it so bad. Wanna be full. Need to be full, Daddy,” your frantic pleas continued.

Your trimmed nails pressed small crescent moons into Leon’s skin as you clung to him. You reached between your legs, already seeking another release as Leon chased his own.

“Shh…” Leon soothed you, rubbing his hand along your side. “It's okay. I won’t stop.” He deftly replaced your hand with his own, his larger fingers rubbing quick circles against your swollen clit.

“Just a little bit longer, baby,” he whispered hoarsely. “Then I’ll fill you up. Try and make you a mommy. Would my pretty girl like that?”

Your body prickled in arousal at Leon’s words. You nodded jerkily, words slurring while you trembled in his arms, “Please, Daddy, I want that s’much. Wan’ you to get me pregnant.”

Your heats often lead down this line of talk. Leon wasn’t even sure if it was possible, but he always indulged you. He also couldn’t deny that the idea of it taking, leaving you glowing and full of him months down the line had his abdomen tight with want.

Leon held his hips flush against you as he reached his peak. He cursed lowly into your neck while his cock throbbed, filling you with each movement. The warmth spreading within you along with your owner’s goading words sent you over the edge again with him.

Your bodies fed into each other’s pleasure in a dizzying loop. Each clench of your muscles caused him to grind more harshly into your cunt, filling you further as you milked his release.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy—” your words strung together as you came around him. Your tail wrapped loosely around his waist in a meager attempt to keep him in place.

He held you tightly to his broad chest, keeping his cock pressed snugly against your cervix. He kissed your fevered temple as you came down together, whispering soothing words with each press of his lips.

You clung to him with equal fervor. Mewls quietly tumbled from your mouth while Leon enveloped you.

Your bodies remained connected as your heart rates and breathing gradually slowed. After a moment, he began to unwrap his arms from your spent frame—ready to clean the two of you from the evening. Before he could, however, your hands immediately tightened their grip on him.

“Wait—don’t want any to spill out. Wanna keep it all in. Please?” Your soft feline ears were flat against your head at the thought of Leon leaving you empty. You wanted to cockwarm him—keep him and his cum as deep as possible for as long as he’d let you.

Leon shook his head and looked down at you with affectionate amusement, “Greedy…” Despite his teasing remark, he allowed himself to be pulled back.

Ensuring your bodies remained connected, Leon carefully guided you both back to your earlier position—you sat in his lap while his back rested against the headboard.

The feeling of his jeans underneath you erred on the edge of uncomfortable as the opened fly pressed into your skin. You refused to admit it to Leon, though, and instead opted to lean further into the man.

His fingers combed through your hair, taming some of the tangles. Your head tilted toward his touch, eager to be pet. He readily obliged you and you purred contentedly in his arms, heat sated—at least for the moment.

[gor3-hound]

resident evil works

☆ slice of heaven

ft. leon kennedy x reader

“Are you sure you want this?” The words are whispered breathlessly against the skin of your neck, Leon's lips brushing you lightly, his grip strong on your waist. What he means to say is, are you sure you want me? But the words get caught in his throat. He can't ruin this moment. He doesn't want to scare you off.

☆ silver lining

ft. leon kennedy x puppy!reader

You're the cutest little puppy girl he's ever seen. Fluffy ears atop your head, your tail wagging so fast behind you it's practically a blur. He doesn't even think about it when he calls a worker over, paying for you then and there. He doesn't even blink at the amount of money you cost him. He'd sell a kidney to be able to afford you if he needed it. At least the government pays well.

☆ can't speak

ft. leon kennedy x bratty!reader

Leon's jaw clenches when you worm your way into his office for the hundredth time that day. It's like you've made it your personal goal to test his limits. Sometimes, he thinks it's his own fault. Dating a girl half his age was always going to come with its challenges… He just hadn't expected you to be such a brat.

☆ sneaking out of heaven ▪︎ part one ▪︎ part two ▪︎ [DISCONTINUED)

ft. leon kennedy x pastor's daughter!reader

If God created everyone in His image, he must have put a little extra of Himself in Leon Kennedy. You're not entirely convinced you're not in the presence of an angel. Or perhaps a demon sent by the devil to lure you into a life of sin.

☆ addicted to hurting

ft. mean coworker!leon x reader

You don't mean to keep moving, but there's something uncomfortable about Leon of all people holding you so close. You try to put some distance between the two of you while staying close enough to feel his body heat. “For fuck-” He lets out a deep breath from his nose, and then he's gripping you tighter, pulling you back against him. “Didn't I tell you to stop moving?”

☆ hey now, you're an all-star - commission

ft. leon kennedy x reader

“Damn. You're looking shreksy, babe.” “No.” You reply quickly, making your way over to the bed. “Shrektacular?” “Absolutely not.” “Work with me here, angel. I only have so many Shrek puns at my disposal, y'know?” He says cheekily, patting his lap. Another deep, irritated exhale leaves you as you settle, placing your palms firmly on his chest.

☆ nothing's complicated if we pretend

ft. dbf!chris redfield x reader

Chris' face manages to keep it's usual, stoic expression, but you can hear the audible gulp he makes as he processes your words, the crease between his brows deepening slightly. You can tell he's thinking about the fact that your dad is only one room over - that he could come back into the living room at any moment. “Your dad would have a meltdown of epic proportions, and I'd definitely get my ass kicked.” He responds, his gaze flicking down to your lips. “Lucky for you, I happen to be great at covert operations.”

☆ sweet girl / sunflower

ft. dd!chris x lg!reader

“You were also being a bad girl. You know I have to get this work done, and you kept distracting me.” He replies as he spins his chair so he's facing your direction. A crease forms between his brow as he notices you worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. “What have I told you about that?” He sighs, tugging you closer with his hands on your waist before he's reaching a hand up and freeing your lip with his thumb, swiping the pad gently back and forth along it. His expression is already soft. He's a pushover when it comes to you. Always has been.

[pinguwrites]

Kinktober 2023 — Masterlist

A/N — With October coming up, it's time for filth, so here's a masterlist of Cillian Murphy goodness. The list will be updated as the days of the month pass. I hope you guys enjoy!

Read the warnings before continuing. I do not condone, defend, support, romanticize, or encourage the illegal actions of any of the characters throughout the story, these stories are purely written for entertainment purposes. 18+ only.

WEEK ONE

Day 1. William Killick + dub-con

Day 2. Cillian Murphy + spanking, authority kink

Day 3. Raymond Leon + car sex

Day 4. Neil Lewis + grinding, semi-public

Day 5. Thomas Shelby + overstimulation, bondage

Day 6. Jonathan Crane + impact play

Day 7. Robert Oppenheimer + praise kink, dd/lg

WEEK TWO

Day 8. Thomas Shelby + omegaverse, omega!tommy

Day 9. Robert Fischer + facefucking, office sex

Day 10. William Killick + uniform kink, dirty talk

Day 11. Tom Buckley + body worship, overstimulation

Day 12. Neil Lewis + cockwarming

Day 13. Cillian Murphy + somnophilia, dd/lg

Day 14. Jackson Rippner + CNC, roleplay

WEEK THREE

Day 15. Jonathan Crane + sex pollen

Day 16. William Killick + face riding

Day 17. Jonathan Breech + making a video

Day 18. Raymond Leon + forced proximity, outercourse

Day 19. Thomas Shelby + fingering, hold the moan

Day 20. Darren/Pig + vanilla, riding

Day 21. Robert Fischer + mirror sex, toys

WEEK FOUR

Day 22. Jackson Rippner + choking, anal sex

Day 23. Tom Buckley + vanilla, creampie

Day 24. Jonathan Crane + humiliation, pegging

Day 25. Robert Fischer + wet dream, sleepy sex

Day 26. Neil Lewis + shower sex

Day 27. Raymond Leon + anal sex, brat taming

Day 28. Jonathan Breech + fluffy, semi-public

WEEK FIVE

Day 29. Cillian Murphy + overstimulation, f!receiving oral sex

Day 30. Darren/Pig + mutual masturbation

Day 31. Jackson Rippner + ghostface!reader

[l-g-6-5]

lesbiabs

[rcttendolly]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐈𝐭

Re6!Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Reader

summary ! leon thought it was about time he spiced up your punishments after you broke one of the most important rules

warnings ! spanking, dd/lg dynamics, bondage, use of vibrators, hair pulling, dumbification, dacryphilia, pet names, leon is a lil mean, edging, overstimulation, creampie, controlling behaviour, lmk if i missed any !! c:

wc ! 3.1k

notes: hnnngh this one shot did something to me istg i need this man so badly, ty to @clitorphosis for the idea love u <3

Control.

It was one thing Leon craved within his relationships; the government had full control over him after all. He lacked control ever since that fateful day in 1998, and it was something he was desperate to get back, yet he knew it would just prove futile and would end with him driving himself mad.

However, then came you.

You allowed him that slither of control he’d been desperately searching for, and it left him restless. Give him an inch and he’d take a mile.

One day, he’d approached you, cautiously, with the idea of a ‘daddy dom, little girl’ relationship dynamic and you were rather hesitant at first. While Leon often had no control, you had too much control, and were hesitant to give it up, yet you knew this would give Leon the solace he’d been seeking.

Maybe you’d even end up liking it too?

And god, did you like it. You never realised, but you on the other hand craved being controlled like the way Leon controlled you. It was nice to let the weight of responsibilities slip every once in a while.

However as your relationship progressed, you found yourself naturally slipping into that headspace of bliss more often than not around Leon. He just made you feel so safe, it was hard not to.

Of course, Leon noticed this too, and it brought him more joy than you could imagine. Whenever you’d fall asleep on his lap or with your head on his chest, he’d look at you with adoration in his eyes while tenderly stroking your hair.

He flourished into the role of your caretaker and this type of dynamic was now the norm for you two, with your house having little accents of your secret headspace. There was little pink trinkets everywhere, and the shared bedroom was like a pink, fluffy heaven.

You didn’t go too overboard though, conscious that this was also Leon’s space, so you dotted plushies in areas that weren’t too obvious or inconvenient, and changed the bedding into a pink, fluffy one, and you loved it.

Though with this new dynamic, the control also involved parts of controlling your daily life, even if Leon wasn’t around.

He’d introduced rules to you when you two were sat downstairs watching a movie, and you tentatively listened to what he was saying, a little flushed from his bold choice of wording, like when he said ‘no touching down there when daddy’s not around or without his permission’, but you quite liked the idea of it.

You deflated just a little though when he mentioned punishments for breaking these rules, and you asked him what they were, yet you were only met with a chuckle and an ominous, “You’ll find out if you break them,” whispered into your ear, yet the way he said it brought the roaring fire of arousal back to life in your lower stomach.

Over the past week since your rules conversation, you were a good girl for him, like normal. Unfortunately though, that curiosity of his punishments got the better of you and one day, you purposely stayed up later than you were allowed.

Leon arrived him from work and he walked into your shared bedroom, a stern look on his face as he crossed his arms, “Whatch‘ya still doing up, princess?” he spoke quietly and you looked up at him as he walked over to you before sitting himself on the edge of the bed.

“Hm?” He asked again as he gently stroked your hair, lulling you into a false sense of security as you nuzzled your face into his hand,

“Wasn’t tired,” you mumbled, doing little grabby hand motions towards him.

Leon remained unmoved, however, and just continued to stare at you before grabbing your arm and slowly pulling you to sit up.

You looked at him quite puzzled before he pulled you again to stand up. He grabbed your waist and pulled you to stand in between his legs as you rubbed sleep out of your eyes.

Truth was, you were extremely tired, yet you were determined to find out what his ‘punishments’ were.

Leon trailed his hands up and down your thighs and goosebumps erupted on your skin as you placed your hands on his shoulder, “my pretty girl.” He praised, your stomach flipping at his words and you lazily smiled at him as he peered up at you.

Suddenly, his hands stopped moving and a rather dark look flashed across his face, “but you know better than to stay up this late, don’t you?” he tilted his head, looking at you with a rather condescending look.

You thought about your reply before nodding, “mhm, ‘m sorry, daddy.” you yawned, but Leon only smiled as he placed his hands into your short’s waistband.

“I think it’s time you find out what happens to little girls that break their rules, sweetheart.” He chuckled, and you stared at him with confusion before he slowly tugged your shorts and panties down.

“C’mere.” He muttered and you went to sit in his lap before he bent your body over his lap instead, your face going bright red.

“I want you to count for me, think you can do that, princess?”

Your whole body shook with arousal and you turned to look at him before nodding and he smiled, his large palms kneading your ass before landing down on one of your ass cheeks with a loud smack.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes from the impact and you hiccuped, “one.”

Leon continued this until he reached ten and he leaned down, your slick coating your thighs and his. Tears were streaming down your face and you choked on a sob when he grabbed your chin to turn your face towards him.

“Good girl, you did so well for daddy,” he cooed, and you leaned into his embrace “let’s go get you cleaned up.”

Ever since that night, your punishments had always been the same. Whenever you broke a rule, he’d bend you over his lap and spank you, the severity of what rule you broke depending on how many you received.

You learned to become a little intimidated by the stare he gave you whenever you knew you were in trouble, but you ended up just enjoying the punishments, even if they hurt in the moment. Leon knew this as well, and it did also give him enjoyment as he watched you wail and wiggle underneath him.

The one rule you had never broken though, was the touching yourself rule, no matter how needy you got. That was mainly because Leon was always home in time to see you, and you knew your hands wouldn’t feel nearly as good as his and you’d more likely just end up frustrating yourself.

However, you were feeling particularly needy one night, and this just so happened to be the one night Leon stayed at work a lot longer than usual.

It felt like you couldn’t stop yourself as your hands trailed down your stomach and slipped into your flimsy little night shorts. You soon found your sensitive bud and began rubbing on it lightly, a small whimper coming from you at the contact.

It felt so wrong, yet so right at the same time and you couldn’t stop.

Your rubs became more frantic the longer you did it for, and you could feel that familiar coil tightening within your stomach, waiting to snap as louder whines came from you.

You froze though at the sound of the front door opening and closing and you rapidly pulled your hands out of your shorts before laying down under the covers to act as if you were asleep, as you shouldn’t be up at this time either.

Leon made his way into your bedroom and he walked over to you on the bed as you held your breath. He leaned down and began stroking the side of your face, your breaths coming out a little more ragged than you wanted.

You fluttered your eyelids open at the contact and sleepily smiled up at Leon, only to see him smiling back down at you.

“Hi, sleepyhead.” He chuckled.

Maybe you got away with this after all.

“Hi, daddy,” you huffed and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down onto the bed and next to you.

He kissed your neck and you giggled before he trailed small circles on your stomach, “Sorry for taking so long, baby. What did you get up to while I was gone?”

You stared at him for any hints of him knowing your previous activities, but you didn’t see any, “the usual. Watching TV, colouring, going on my phone.”

You got no reply though as Leon just smiled at you before slowly trailing his hand down into the waistband on your shorts. “missed you.” He sighed, moving his hand down further.

You whined at the contact at stared up at him, your hands gripping onto the front of his shirt. “missed you too.” you sighed, leaning your head back when you felt Leon’s fingertips touch your burning core.

He quickly retracted his hand though when he felt his fingers absolutely soaked and he stared down at you with that familiar expression you knew all too well. Uh oh.

“I fucking knew it.” He growled, pushing his fingers in front of your face to look at how wet they were, “you were touching yourself while I was gone. Isn’t that right, honey?”

You shook your head furiously, trying to pull him closer by his shirt but he didn’t budge an inch. “N-no! Daddy,” you whined, “please I didn’t, I was a good girl.” You pleaded.

However, your efforts seemed fruitless in changing his mind and whined once again before his hand roughly gripped your cheeks and squished them together.

“Stop lying to daddy, baby, I already know,” he breathed, his eyes trailing all over your body and face, “your cute little face was all flushed and your breathing was so unsteady.” he cooed condescendingly before feigning hurt, “you wound me, babydoll. I thought you were meant to be a good girl.”

“I am!” You protested as you could feel the tears beginning to well up in your eyes, “I-I.. I needed you really badly and it, it was hurting.” You pouted, a stray tear falling down your cheek.

“My poor baby, left all on her own to deal with her insatiable little cunt.” He cooed once again, your head slipping further into the space where your thoughts were all just Leon, Leon, Leon.

“Does she need daddy’s fat cock filling her up? Is that what she needs?” He chuckled when he saw you nodding your head before pulling away from you completely. You whined at the loss of contact and instinctively reached out to grab him again.

“I think it’s time for us to try something a little… different. You up for it, sweetheart?”

You were desperate for any kind of contact so you nodded, and you noticed the corner of Leon’s lip curl up a little.

He reached under your bed and grabbed a box, grabbing out some rope and what looked like a… vibrator?

You furrowed your brows at his choice of items and he softly laughed before putting his hands in your hair and roughly yanking it to look up at him, “clothes off, now. Don’t make me ask twice.”

Instantly, you scrambled off the bed and you quickly took off your nightwear, leaving it in a puddled heap on the floor before going to crawl back on the bed.

Leon watched you lay on your back and stare up at him before he took a little of the rope and clasped both of your hands together. He tied the rope around them so you wouldn’t be able to get them out and and then proceeded to tie them against the headboard.

You whimpered at the restrictive movement and Leon just stared at you. Feeling heated under his gaze, you tried to hide your face in your arm but you heard Leon tut, “Eyes on me, angel.”

Reluctantly, you turned your head to look at him and you noticed him stripping down his clothes until he was left just in his boxers. You couldn’t help but drool at the sight and you twitched impatiently as you watched him sit on the bed in front of you.

He spread your legs wider and looked down right at your core, spreading some of the slick around with his fingertips.

You shuddered at the contact and he chuckled, “needy little baby.” he grunted and gently prodded the vibrator at your entrance before pushing it in.

You whined at the sensation and laid there, catching your breath for a moment before Leon turned the vibrator on, a dark smile gracing his features as he watched you squirm and shake at the different settings.

“Daddy!-” you gasped, writhing your hips as your body reacted to the multitude of different sensations going through your body. The tears that had died down from earlier sprung back to life and you sniffled at the torture coming from the vibrator.

“Keep yourself still before I tie your legs down to, okay, little one?” Leon spoke, his hand caressing your thighs way too close to the area you wanted him to desperate touch.

“‘m kay, daddy,” you sniffled, already teetering on the edge of an orgasm before Leon turned it off. He fucking turned it off.

You let out a high pitched whine and Leon chuckled, “you really thought I was going to let you cum?” Leon grinned, his hand slapping your thigh quite harshly.

You meekly nodded and he grabbed your jaw, “awh, naive little thing, aren’t you, pretty?” You flushed at his words and whimpered when his lips made contact with yours.

His hand trailed down to your neck to lightly grasp at the edges, away from your windpipe, and you moaned lowly at the lack of oxygen. Drool came out of your mouth as you were kissing Leon, and he eventually pulled away.

“Messy girl,” he chided, wiping the drool off your chin with his thumb and sticking it in your mouth. You instinctively began sucking on it, “got you trained so well, jus’ know to start suckin’ on anything I put in your pretty little mouth.”

You nodded your head at his comment and he smiled, taking his thumb out of your mouth. Your eyes already held that dumbed out look and Leon just shook his head, “already fucked out from jus’ a vibrator.”

You gasped again as Leon turned the vibrator back on and you writhed underneath his hold, his hand slapping your hips again. “Remember what I said earlier, princess.” He growled, a whimper escaping your mouth at the thought of Leon tying you down more.

He continued to edge you for a good hour, making sure you knee your lesson if not disobeying one of your most important rules.

“‘M sorry, daddy!” You wailed, this now being the 17th orgasm he has ripped away from you. You didn’t know how much longer you could take.

Your cheeks were soaked as much as your cunt from all your tears and your drooled covered your chin and chest. You were a mess but you really couldn’t care, all you cared about was cumming.

Leon finally slowly pulled the vibrator out of your puffy and used cunt and he lightly slapped it, grinning at how you shivered at the slightest bit of stimulation.

“Jus’ wanna cum,” you begged, your glossy eyes staring up at him.

“I know, babydoll. How ‘bout you cum on my dick? Yeah?”

You nodded your head at his question and reached out to grab him before whining at the ropes that were restricting your movement.

As if sensing your turmoil, Leon reached over and undid the bindings, your hands immediately coming to tightly wrap around his neck.

You kept him close as he smiled and kissed your neck before sitting up and lining his dick up with your entrance. He slowly began pushing in and you moaned, “still so fuckin’ tight,” Leon groaned, soon bottoming out inside of you.

He didn’t allow you no time to adjust, however, before furiously snapping his hips, your cries and screams getting louder and louder by the second. Your hands scratched marks up his back as you desperately tried to grab onto something, anything.

Your first orgasm hit you like a brick and you sobbed, reaching it extremely quickly due to your previous edging.

“Shh, pretty, doin’ so so good for me, cummin’ on my dick like that,” Leon cooed and once he noticed you had came down from your first high, he began strenuously rubbing your clit.

You squeaked at the contact and tried to move away but Leon was way stronger than you and he held you firmly in place. “Another one f’me, angel.” He groaned, feeling your walls beginning to spasm around him once again.

“One more, pretty, promise.”

You don’t know how many times Leon had said that, all you knew was that your brain was extremely foggy and tears were streaming down your cheeks from the overstimulation. His voice seemed so far away in your head and you swear you were about to pass out.

Abruptly, you got pulled from your daydreaming as another orgasm got pulled out of you, you not even noticing it approaching beforehand.

You cried and Leon shushed you once again, “is this not what you were desperate for earlier, baby? Thought you were desperate to cum?” He condescendingly cooed, and you weren’t even able to reply, all you could do was babble out some incoherent nonsense.

Leon groaned as he felt his orgasm fast approaching and he held you closer, snapping his hips a few more times before burying himself as deep as he could inside of you and spilling his seed inside.

All you could do was let out a low moan as you both laid there, your tears slowly subsiding and the fog clouding your mind also slowly going away.

Leon pulled out of you and pulled out, watching as his cum dripped from your abused pussy before looking back up at your fave with a small smile.

“You did so so so good f’me, you’re so perfect.” Leon muttered, peppering kisses across your skin as you dumbly smiled up at him.

“How about a bath, huh, princess?” You giggled and nodded, him scooping you up bridal style in his strong arms. He carried you into the bathroom, mumbling sweet nothings to you as you went and all you did was giggle.

He soon washed you both up and brought you back to bed, getting you changed into a clean pair of nightwear and laying down next to you.

“I love you so much, daddy.” You smiled, looking up at him from where your head laid on his chest. You listened to his heartbeat and could slowly feel yourself drifting into the realm of unconsciousness.

The last thing you heard before drifting off was Leon, “I love you so much too, precious.”

i barely proofread this so lmk if there are any mistakes ok love u bye ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

[cherubfae]

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɴᴏᴠ 18 • 2024

18+ CONTENT || MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS, DD/LG MD/LB, DARK CONTENT/DEAD DOVE BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

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ʜᴇʟʟᴜᴠᴀ ʙᴏꜱꜱ

holding hands {fluff}

this place about to BLOW! {smut}

carrying you to bed {fluff}

you're my whole world {fluff}

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SILENT HILL

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ꜱᴀʟʟʏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ

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ᴍɪꜱᴄ.

types of kisses {JJK, fluff}

spidey-snuggles {various spiderman, harry osborn, fluff}

crushing on beast-like reader {dunmeshi}

love rival {fluff, the akatsuki}

cuddling HCs {multi slashers, sfw, fluff{

thick thick thick {multifandom, smut}

[feninina]

𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙖’𝙨 𝙗𝙗𝙜𝙨 ༉‧₊˚.⁀➷

my muses

༘⋆@. ꒱ kendall roy.

༘⋆@. ꒱ roman roy.

༘⋆@. ꒱ one direction boys.

༘⋆@. ꒱ shiv roy.

༘⋆@. ꒱ thimothée chalamet: laurie, lee, nic, kyle.

༘⋆@. ꒱ cillian murphy: himself, tommy shelby, raymond leon, neil lewis, jonathan crane, jackson rippner, j. robert oppenheimer, robert fischer, emmett, tom buckley, kitty braden.

༘⋆@. ꒱ five seconds of summer.

༘⋆@. ꒱ jesse pinkman.

༘⋆@. ꒱ lalo salamanca.

༘⋆@. ꒱ nacho varga.

༘⋆@. ꒱ saul goodman / jimmy mcgill.

༘⋆@. ꒱ anakin skywalker.

༘⋆@. ꒱ adam stanheight-faulkner.

༘⋆@. ꒱ peter strahm.

༘⋆@. ꒱ mark hoffman.

༘⋆@. ꒱ amanda young.

༘⋆@. ꒱ klaus hargreeves.

༘⋆@. ꒱ evan peters: himself, tate langdon, kit walker, kai anderson, jimmy darling.

༘⋆@. ꒱ society of the snow cast. (mostly enzo)

༘⋆@. ꒱ stray kids. (mostly hyunjin)

༘⋆@. ꒱ tom hardy: himself, alphie solomons, eames, reggie kray, tommy colton, eddie brock.

༘⋆@. ꒱ brad pitt: tyler durden, cliff booth, joe black, benjamin button, achilles, jack conrad, david mills.

༘⋆@. ꒱ jacob elordi: himself, nate jacobs, felix catton, him as elvis.

༘⋆@. ꒱ barry keoghan: himself, oliver quick.

༘⋆@. ꒱ reneé rapp: herself, regina george, leighton murray.

(it’s a long list i’m so sorry)

𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧

･῾༘⋆ ⩩ ꜞ i am comfortable writing fluff, nsfw, age gaps, dark themes, violence and i think that for the dark themes it’ll depend on the character, but i will put warnings anyways. however i won’t use slurs, i won’t write about dd/lg and some specific kinks.

･῾༘⋆ ⩩ ꜞ estoy cómoda escribiendo fluff, nsfw, age gaps, temas turbios, violencia y creo q para los temas turbios obviamente dependerá del personaje, pero pondré advertencias de todos modos. de cualquier forma, no usaré slurs, no escribiré dd/lg y algunos fetiches en específico.

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Page Info/Request Rules/To Do List :]

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This is an Age/Pet Regression Blog. I only write and do headcanon request related to those topics. :]

AGE PLAY (SUCH AS DD/LG or MD/LB, ETC) & RELATED STUFF DNI!!!! THIS IS NOT AN AGE PLAY BLOG. Homophobia and related things are also dni!!! Any kind of sexual request will get blocked!!! (I haven't recieved any, but I'm saying this now just in case)

This is NOT a Age Play Blog!!! Age Play is a a form of roleplaying in which an individual acts or treats another as if they were a different age, most times, if not always, sexually.

Age Regression is a coping mechanism!!! Where an individual mentally and emotionally returns to a younger age. Some people use this coping mechanism for things like trauma, stress, and many more things. Many also use it just for fun, it being just one of their main coping mechanisms for this harsh life we live in.

Request: Open!!! :D (Posting is slow right now!!)

Please make as many request as you'd like! I love seeing them!!! <3

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Hey guys!! So I made a post about what nicknames I'm comfortable being called!! Some people call me nicknames in request, which I highly encourage because I really enjoy them!!! 🥰

Credit to the person who made the nickname chart: @coyote-kiddo

Credit to the person who made the nickname chart: @binkypawz

I'm chill with Masculine Nicknames!!! I like them, I'm just not a guy so they're more 'Meh', but I'll still take them!! <3

Please don't call me Kitten, I do not like it. (Kitty is okay though!!!)

And other nicknames like Sugar, and others are okay!! I'm really open to a lot of nicknames!! (Except Kitten)

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WHAT WILL I POST:

Age Regression Headcannons!!

^ Strictly Age (and Pet) Regression!!!

Such as making (insert character) a Regressor

Or, (insert character) a Caregiver

Or, (insert character) a Pet Regressor

You can ask for shipping too!! For example: "Should you do Regressor (insert character) and CG (insert character) romantic/platonic headcannons?

^ Romantic/platonic means more are the characters dating and one regresses, or are they just friends and one regresses

I can to continuations or more headcannons on any character I have already done too!!

If you request more than one character in the same request, make sure to ask for separate post please!!!! :D (It just helps me understand which ones are group and which ones are individual request)

For Kingdom Hearts, I've played Birth By Sleep, KH 1, KH Chain of Memories, KH 358/2 Days, KH2, & KH Re:coded (I dunno any lore [I do, but my knowledge is limited], I'm here for a fun time :3)

WHAT FANDOMS:

Mortal Kombat 9-11 (any character) (except for D'Vorah!!!! I no no like her)

Mortal Kombat 1 (any character)

Mortal kombat Defenders of the Realm <3

Mortal Kombat 1995/1997/2021 Movies

Older Mortal Kombat (like Deception, Shaolin Monks, etc)

Final Fantasy 7 (+ it's games and movie) (I won't directly do Don Cordo)

Final Fantasy 8

Final Fantasy 9

Final Fantasy 10 (+ it's sequel)

Kingdom Hearts (My knowledge on lore and some characters is limited, but I'll do my best!!!)

Resident Evil (Mainly only RE4 & 6, but I can learn others <3)

Marvel/MCU (Not super familiar with certain phases, but I'll try my best!!)

DC Comics (Not super educated on certain characters, still learning a lot of things)

WHAT WON'T I WRITE:

Nsfw

I WILL NOT WRITE FOR D'VORAH FROM MKX/11 BECAUSE I CAN NOT DO BUGS, I'M SORRY

Don Cordo from FF7 because he makes me feel icky and upset, but I can do something based around him (just not him himself)

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To Do List:

CG Leon Kennedy w/ Babyspace Regressor Hcs

CG Rain w/ Autistic Regressor Hcs

CG Kano MK11 w/ Autistic Regressor Hcs

Regressor Syzoth MK1 Hcs

CG Johnny Cage MK1 w/ Middlespace Regressor Hcs

CG Johnny Cage MK11 w/ Middlespace Regressor Hcs

CG Sindel & Shao Kahn MK11 w/ Middlespace Regressor Hcs

CG Bi-Han MK1 w/ Mute Regressor Hcs

CG Kenshi MKX w/ Child Regressor Hcs

CG Shang Tsung MK11 w/ Child Regressor Hcs

CG Li Mei MK1 w/ Puppy Regressor Hcs

CG Lin Kuei Brothers w/ Shy Toddlerspace Regressor Hcs

CG Lin Kuei Brothers w/ Little/Middle Regressor Hcs

(^ Separate or Together, I dunno yet)

CG Lord Raiden MK11 w/ Regressor Liu Kang MK1 Hcs

CG Kitana w/ Regressor Syzoth Hcs

CG Snowblind Kuai Liang w/ Regressor Snowblind Kenshi Hcs

CG CageMatch Johnny Cage Hcs

CG CageMatch Johnny w/ Regressor Snowblind Kenshi Hcs

CG Raiden MK11 w/ Regressor Liu Kang MK1 Hcs

CG Liu Kang w/ Babypace Regressor Johnny MK1 Hcs

CG Earthrealm Gang (all MK1 characters?) w/ Autistic Babyspace Regressor Johnny Hcs

CG Older Johnny w/ Regressor Younger Johnny (Fic)

CG Shinnok w/ Clingy Babyspace Regressor Hcs

Babyspace Regressor Dark Lord Raiden Hcs

CG Syzoth w/ Middlespace Zaterran Regressor Hcs

CG Wesker w/ Regressor Leon Hcs

CG Sindel w/ Regressor Kitana & Mileena MK1 Hcs

CG Kitana w/ Babyspace Regressor (Fic)

CG Johnny w/ Middlespace Regressor (Fic)

CG Shang Tsung MK1 w/ Sick Regressor Hcs

CG Tomas w/ Babyspace Regressor Hcs

CG Johnny Cage w/ Mute Little/Middlespace Regressor Hcs

CG Bi-Han MK1 w/ Babyspace Regressor Who Struggles with Joint Pain Hcs

CG Kung Jin w/ Regressor Takeda Hcs

CG Raiden w/ Regressor Nightwolf Defenders of the Realm Hcs

CG Bi-Han w/ Regressor Hcs

CG Fujin w/ Puppy Regressor Liu Kang Hcs

CG Johnny & Kenshi MK9 w/ Regressor Nightmare Hcs

CG Leon w/ Toddler/Babyspace Regressor He Found While Looking for Ashley Hcs

CG Wesker w/ Babyspace Regressor Hcs

CG Syzoth w/ Regressor Ashrah Hcs (Pt 2?? Kinda??)

CG Kung Lao & Raiden w/ Shy Middlespace Regressor Hcs

CG Liu Kang w/ Regressor (autistic & padded) Johnny Cage MK1 (Fic)

CG Kenshi w/ Bad Day Fem Regressor Hcs

CG Dark Raiden w/ Tired Toddler Regressor

CG Kenshi & Johnny w/ Sleepy Fem Regressor Hcs

CG Johnny Cage MK1 w/ Baby/Toddlerspace Regressor Ghostbusters Lover Regressor Hcs

CG Kenshi w/ Sick Regressor MK1 Hcs

CG Kenshi w/ Padded Regressor Johnny Hcs

Puppyspace Regressor Johnny MK9 HCs

Regressor Ventus, Vanitas, Sora, Roxas, & Xion Playdate Hcs

CG Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, & Tomas w/ Babespace Kiddo Hcs

CG Kano w/ Clingy Babyspace Regressor Hcs

CG Cassie w/ Toddlerspace Regressor Hcs

CG Jacqui w/ Regressor Cassie Hcs

Regressor Liu Kang 1995 Hcs

CG Tomas w/ Cuddly Middlespace Regressor

CG Cassie w/ Insomniac Clingy Toddlerspace Regressor Hcs

CG Liu Kang w/ Regressor Kenshi Hcs

Regressor Mk9 Tomas/Smoke Hcs

CG MK1 Johnny w/ Snail Regressor Hcs

Regressor ADHD Sora Hcs

Regressed Earthrealm Gang (Fic) (maybe)

CG MK11 Hanzo & Kuai Liang Hcs

CG Rain & Haivik w/ Regressor Reiko & Nitara (Fic)

CG MK1 (?) Raiden w/ Babyspace Regressor Hcs

CG Quan Chi w/ Regressor Shang Tsung Hcs

CG MK1 Raiden w/ Gloomy Regressor Hcs

CG MK11 Raiden w/ Sick Regressor Hcs

Flip Kuja FF9 Hcs

Flip Sephiroth FF7 Hcs

CG MK1 Raiden w/ Sick Regressor Hcs

CG Reader w/ Regressor Johnny Cage Hcs

CG Sindel w/ Regressor Mileena and Kitana Hcs

CG Harumi w/ Regressor Kuai Liang MK1 Hcs

MK11 Raiden w/ Puppy/Kitty Regressor Hcs

CG Reiko w/ Autistic baby Regressor Shao Kahn Hcs

CG Deadpool and Wolverine w/ Middlespace Regressor

CG Kenshi w/ Senstive Regressor Hcs

Request: Open!!! :D

^ For the lovely people worried about how long my list is, one, thank you all very much for carrying about me. It means I lot, seriously. <3 Two, I personally don't like shutting down my requests. I'll just get to them when I get to them, so please don't feel discouraged because of how long the list is, Sugars. <3

Links:

MK Fic Masterlist - MK Fic Masterlist Pt 2 - MK9-11 Masterlist - MK1 Masterlist - MK1 Masterlist Pt 2 - MK 3d/Old Era Masterlist - Animated MK Masterlist

Final Fantasy Masterlist - Final Fantasy Fic Masterlist

Kingdom Hearts Masterlist

Resident Evil Masterlist

DC Fic Masterlist

Marvel Masterlist

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Will the content be good?

. . . No promises. But I love everything everyone's made on this site, and I want to contribute!!

Can promise that all the MK villains you request will be delulu just for you, Pookies. :3

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Day 3: Cock Warming

RE4R! Leon Kennedy x AFAB! Reader Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, Cock Warming, Desk Sex, Dom Leon, Sub Reader, Unprotected Sex, Oral (M Receiving), Slight Dd/Lg Dynamic Masterlist

You could hear his footsteps going between the office and bathroom as Leon tackled his never-ending stream of paperwork and emails. Never mind the fact that you had partly been the reason it was taking him so long but ever since he's been back from Spain he seemed so distant. He wasn’t ignoring you but trying to get through the reports he had to type so he could spend time with you, but after you made too much noise or fidgeted on his lap constantly distracting him, he kicked you out of the office with a stern look. You could have accepted defeat and waited until he was ready to shower you with love, but that wasn’t fun. With the growing arousal from your thoughts and plan you waited until you heard his footsteps pad towards the bathroom again. 

Once you heard the soft thuds of his feet leave the room you dashed as quietly as you could. Sneaking your way under the desk making sure you were tucked away hidden until he returned. You could hear him groan slightly as he stretched out his muscles, his joints clicking audible from how long he had spent at his desk. The chair scraped across the floor as he pulled it out ready to sit on it for another few hours only to smirk and let out a low chuckle when he saw you curled into the space with an innocent smile. “And how may I help you?” He joked when he sat in the chair, watching you uncurl yourself slightly so you were sat obediently on your knees. You rested your chin against his knee looking up at him with doe eyes. “Well?” He added, his voice slightly lower. His eyebrow quirked up as he waited for a response. “I just missed you” You whined. He almost caved, he could feel his chest ache at your words; at the display of your devotion to him despite what he did for work. His hand ran through the strands of your hair, petting you like some dog. You didn't care he was showing you a slither of attention. Leon smirked at your effort not to move, to keep still as you received the affection he was offering to you. “How about you keep me company under here and I’ll treat you afterwards?” He said. 

You thought about it, you had no idea how much work he had left or how long it was going to take him. However, all doubts left your mind as he freed himself from his sweats. His cock was always such a pretty colour to you, a long vein running up the length becoming more prominent the longer to look at him. “Don’t be shy” he teased as tapped the tip against your lips, the pre cum smearing like it was a lip gloss. You welcomed him in, your tongue flattening on the underside of his length. You adjusted your breathing through your nose, resting your head against his thigh as you settled in between his legs. Your pussy throbbed in excitement the walls clenching over nothing as you tasted the saltness of him. Leon grunted slightly, the only sign he gave off that you were affecting him. However, after he composed himself he adjusted himself in the chair ‘accidentally’ thrusting himself further into the back of your throat, a small smirk grew on his face as you choked slightly. 

Your jaw began to ache, you had made a mess of the grey sweat as your drool dribbled around his length and down your chin. He was now painfully hard inside your mouth, his cock twitched every time you attempted to swallow. Leon was now leaning forward as he proofread his document, his hand playing with the ends of your hair in a comforting manner. You were almost ready to fall asleep, completely content with being in his space. That was until he jolted again forcing his cock further into his mouth. Leon’s control was loosening the more he looked down. His balls were soaked with dribble, the fabric now cooling as the evening temperature began to settle in. He watched you smile around his cock, your mouth stretched so perfectly and willingly for him. “Doing so well, I’m almost done” he spoke looking down at you with a smirk. You whined around his cock, whimpering at his tip twitching at the back of your throat. His fingers slowly gripped the back of your head, helping you move your head up and down his length as he read the last paragraph. Making sure he was well-prepped for what he was about to do. 

Leon tapped your cheek, and your eyes flicked up to his widening at the darkened stare he was giving you. His eyes were blown out with lust. You heard the laptop shut, the draw beside your head opening as he slid the device inside. He tidied the papers, each time he stretched or moved his cock jolted inside you. Your whimpers vibrated around the length; making sure to gather every inch that slipped from your lips as he moved. He gripped your head again, slowly dragging you off his cock with a pop. He grinned at the line of saliva that connected your lips to him, your jaw aching now it was no longer filled. Leon helped you stand up, holding you as you stretched out your knees. Once he was satisfied you were loosened up he pulled you in for a kiss, his body backing you up towards the desk. You gasped as you tripped, your back hitting the cold wood. Leon smirked at you his teeth instantly grazing your neck as his fingers searched for your drenched underwear. The pads of his fingers swiped at the drenched fabric admiring the way it looked in the light as he pulled away with a smirk. “I promised I would reward you didn’t I if you were a good girl?” He spoke against your ear, his hands looping inside the waistbands of your underwear as he began to tug them down your leg. “Do you think you were a good girl, keeping my cock warm like that?” 

You nodded smiling at the attention he was finally giving you after days. “Such an attention whore” He grunted, his cock entering in a fluid motion. You were both more than ready, the wet sounds of your activities filling his office, the wood beneath becoming damp as your arousal dribbled out. Leon’s hands gripped at your waist, admiring the way your breasts bounced with every movement. His hips drove into you with such force you were propelling up the desk. Your eyes were hazy as they met his, babbling nonsense at him as you smiled. White hot pleasure thumped throughout your system, and your clit twitched as the cold air breezed passed it. Your eyes took in Leon’s muscles clenching, watching as his mouth opened letting out deep primal groans as his release drew near rapidly.

You threw your head back, breathless moans leaving your lips as you arched yourself into him. Your body went limp as your orgasm finally shattered throughout you. Leon took advantage and moulded you into the position he needed, your legs thrown over his arms as he took a deeper angle dragging your body across the desk to meet his thrusts. Soon enough he buried himself deep inside of you, his seed coating your walls and spilling out into the mess you had already made. You could feel the bruises already forming on your hips from his iron grip, your eyes finally met his. Though he held such lust that you knew you were in a round two as he scooped you up in his arms- his cock still snugly inside you as he carried you through to the bedroom. The door slams shut behind you both with one kick.

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THIS IS AN NSFW SPACE. IF YOU ARE A MINOR LEAVE OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

IF YOUR AGE OR AGE RANGE ISN'T CLEARLY LISTED ON YOUR BIO/PIN YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

I would prefer to not interact with anybody under the age of 21.

Hey there

Call me Leon

He/him, cis man & bi

Late 20s

Europe

I enjoy D&D, video games (fighting games especially), music & working out. Feel free to chat (Asks, DMs), I try to reply within reasonable time, but I do have a day job.

We respect LGBTQIA+ peeps here. We support SWers. Capitalism is a plague. Nazis, follow your leader.

I do my best to check DNIs, pins, bios and adhere to them. If I happen to have something you want taken down or follow you when you would rather not be followed, don't hesitate to reach out via Messages or Asks (Anons too, won't post the ask).

NSFW Stuff

Dom-leaning Switch

Kinky

Married - Romantically exclusive

Aspiring Slut (in theory)

Respectfully flirty

My wife (@profane-and-obscene) is aware, frequently sees, and consents to what I do.

Please never feel obligated or pressured to do something you are uncomfortable with doing, consent is important to me.

Please just be direct, subtleties can be good and fun, but I will not pick up on "hints" or suggestions easily.

I am here to show off and get compliments for it. I'm also here for friends (with or without benefits). I may enjoy flirting, but I also enjoy a nice conversation! Don't hesitate to tell me about your interests!

Kinks/Likes:

Anal

Oral fixation

Biting

Overstimulation

Orgasm control

Collaring

Sadism/Masocism

Breaking Brats

D/S

Impact play (Spanking primarily)

Breeding

Sweat/Musk (extremely specific types)

Monsterfucking (Spectrophilia is up there)

Hyper

Expansion

Cumflation

Not into:

Ageplay, DD/LG, CGL, etc - Please do not call me "Daddy"

Pregnancy

Incest/Fauxcest

Knife play

Needle play

Urine

Scat

Tags:

#lesser seen one - pictures, videos, etc. of me

#lesser heard one - audios (when I get a little braver)

#lesser spoken one - text posts

#sourced content - sometimes I take the time to find sources

Updated: 15/12/2024

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mae. 18+. a blog for me to share my nsfw thoughts 💭 dc writer!!tw for non-con, incest & other dark themes. majoooor dd/lg themes. will sometimes reblog porn. mainly a lurker. feel free to message me/send an ask ab anything ;)

current obsession: leon kennedy

my stuff

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so many ideas and so little actual writing getting done 😩 but HEAR ME OUT!!

would anyone be down for a kidnapper/yandere leon fic idk he just got you locked tf up where like.. he's so obsessed with keeping you safe he won't let you do anything for yourself.

almost like forced ddlg but without the lg bcs you are so... done with him. he's there cutting up your food and feeding it to you. bathes you and washes your hair. doesn't even let you put your own clothes on :( you just wanna get tf away from this psycho but he's babying you and won't let you out of his sight...

idk it's been on my mind. might be cooking... might be delirious from getting sick for a second time this month. who knows?