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that-sarcastic-writer · 7 months ago

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Coffee and Other Things

DI!SingleDad!Leon X F!Teacher!Reader

Summary: you and Leon have a lil lunch date, but he just can't keep his hands to himself

Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, p in v, brief fingering, choking, hair pulling, riding, car sex, semi public sex, soft!dom leon, praising, Leon has a mouth on him, the s stands for slut, parent teacher dynamic, age gap, foul language

WC: 4.1k lol I can't write short things

A/N: lol omg I wrote 2 things in a month?? Woah witchcraft. Yeah yall thought I abandoned this series. Well kind of. I was very unmotivated to write for it but idk I was like fuck it why not, this has been sitting my drafts since September soo. I will warn yall that this is not going to be a constant thing. I'll update when I have inspiration to write for it, so it'll probably be sporadic, but I hope yall enjoy it the same.

If you'd like to keep up with this series (or any of my works) follow @midnightreadinglibrary for updates since I no longer have a tag list and turn on notifications, don't worry, I'll only reblog my written works there

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God was it hot out here. It was inhumane that's what this was. If there was one thing you hated in this world was having to stand outside in eighty degrees in the summer or thirty degrees in the winter. Right now it was the former, or close to it, anyway. May sure seemed to think so. But the sun burning on your back this early in the morning was not helping. You were praying to the Gods to save you now because this cardigan was going to be the death of you.

You counted the tiny heads standing in line— as best as seven year-olds could anyway. You were missing one chocolate brown-haired head. Weird. Leon hadn't mentioned not bringing Isabella to school today.

You looked at your wristwatch, three minutes before you had to take your kids inside. You sighed softly, folding your arms over your chest as you kept an eye on your kids, but you also kept some attention ahead, in case you maybe saw that pair that in a matter of weeks had become such an important part of your life. Even if Izzy didn't realize it yet.

But you stood corrected. Your lips curved up at the sight of a tiny Isabella, pigtails and all dragging her leather jacket wearing dad across the playground. He had her tiny lilac backpack hanging from one shoulder and her Rapunzel lunch box hung from his free hand. This was the first time you had actually seen Leon drop her off. Claire— who you had learned was a close friend of Leon's for many years now— would normally drop her off, or Izzy would come strolling into your classroom after drop off so you wouldn't see him either way. And now that you were seeing this for the first time, you couldn't hold in your laughter.

"I told you I was going to be late!" The little girl fussed as she dragged him. He closed his eyes, sighing heavily as he wondered what the hell he was raising. "Aunt Claire is never late."

"Yeah, well your daddy got—" shot at last night by the mercenaries of a deranged scientist. Leon bit his tongue and he shook his head at himself. "I got home late. Sorry, I'll try not to be late next time."

Izzy turned her head to look at him, lips pulled up into a tiny smile now. "It's okay daddy. You'll do better next time."

She stopped at the end of the line, and he stopped with her. His eyes instantly landed on you at the very front. His eyebrows irked up and his lips curled up, he didn't think he'd actually see you this morning. Fuck, how was it that you looked prettier every time he saw you? He took his eyes away from you to look at Izzy. He crouched down to her height, shrugging her backpack off his shoulder to hand it to her. She happily strapped it over her shoulders and took her lunch box as well.

"Eat some okay? I know I'm not the best cook but a sandwich and some fruit can't be too bad right?" She nodded eagerly, just happy that her dad had made her lunch. She was about to run off to her friends but he called her back. "Isabella. C'mere for a sec. Listen, I'm picking you up after school, okay? So think where you want to go eat and we'll get ice cream after, yeah?"

The way his little girl's eyes lit up at his words was better than anything else in this world. Nothing could ever top that. She threw herself around his neck and he couldn't help but smile a bit.

"Thank you daddy!"

"Yeah. Love you bee." He rubbed her back softly, pressing a kiss to the side of her hair before he motioned his hand at her. "Okay, go on. Go say hi to your friends."

Izzy happily ran off, saying a 'Love you!' over her shoulder before she squeezed her way into the line where her girl friends were also standing.

You couldn't quite hear their exchange, all you could hear was Izzy saying I love you to her dad, but that alone was enough to melt your heart. Your eyes found Leon's and you couldn't help but smile. You watched as he stood to his full height, and the look in his eyes all but called you over to him. You chewed on the inside of your cheek softly as you nudged your friend, Emily— the other second grade teacher standing on the line marked next to you.

"Hey, can you watch my kids for a sec?" You bit your lip and gave her a sheepish look. She looked at you with a confused frown but then her lips parted in realization when she saw Leon.

"For that? I'd watch your kids the rest of the day. Go girl." She said quietly and nudged you away.

You laughed softly at her and made your way over to Leon as casually as you possibly could. It was normal for teachers to talk to their parents for casual conversation, right?

"Hey Miss. How's it going?" He was really good at pretending to be cordial, you give him that. He stood at least a foot away from you, his hands shoved into his pockets, but his eyes were anything but innocent as they looked you over.

"Hi Leon. I see that you brought Izzy today?" You said, arms folded over your chest as you tried to not be so obvious.

"Yeah. I wasn't home last night when she went to bed, so I figured I'd make it up by dropping her off." He shrugged, but his nose twitched a bit as he remembered the mess of this morning. "Though, I have a feeling neither of us are used to it. She kept saying I was doing this and that wrong, that I was driving too fast, that her left ponytail was too tight. That her right was too high. I'm wondering where she gets all that attitude from."

You couldn't help but laugh at him. So much so you had to cover your mouth with the back of your hand. He clearly didn't see the humor in it and he narrowed his eyes at you.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help it. She totally gets it from you." You snorted as you remembered the first day you met. You had never met someone so grumpy and with so much attitude. It was part of his charm, you guessed.

"I'm offended." He gave you a pointed look and shook his head. You shrugged at him, hiding your smile behind your lips. But he had a tiny smile of his own. He looked around him for a second before he leaned down to speak to you. Nothing too scandalous, but his cologne was definitely intoxicating you now. "Listen, I have some free time today so, you wanna get lunch? I'm guessing you have lunch time."

"I…" You laughed softly, a soft heat creeping up your cheeks at his proposal. "Yeah I have a lunch. I got forty-five minutes at eleven thirty. Pick me up?"

"Yeah. Yeah, of course. It's a date then." His lips curled up a bit, he hadn't actually ever said that out loud. It sounded nice. A date. With you.

"It's a date." You said quietly, repeating it to yourself, almost as if you had to say it to believe it.

Sure, you've had two successful dates with Leon, and you didn't even have to get started on how good your chemistry was. But you were still cautious. Dating hadn't exactly been kind to you and Leon just seemed way too good to be true. You had honestly just expected him to ghost you at some point.

But you were so glad you were wrong.

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"Leon—" You scolded him, but the words leaving your mouth didn't match your hands. You gripped him closer, your fingers clinging to his button down shirt. He only hummed in question. "Leon, c'mon stop that. I only have like twenty minutes."

You didn't actually want him to stop. Not really. His lips on your neck, licking and lightly sucking at every spot that made you shudder. You sat on his lap, straddling him on the front seat of his Jeep Wrangler. You weren't quite sure how you ended here. One minute you had been sitting with Leon, drinking coffee and eating some cream cheese bagels, talking about your job, his job, his kid, a little bit of everything, laughing and joking for what felt like hours. And then you were here, at an empty parking lot, in broad daylight.

This was such a bad idea. But the way his lips kissed you and the way his growing hard on brushed against your clothed clit was way too good to say no.

"Twenty? Fine. I can make you come in five." He breathed into your ear, his hands running up your bare thighs, scrunching up your dress to your hips.

His words alone made you want to come then and there. You breathed out a shaky sigh, eyes closed as you tried to argue that this was a horrible, horrible idea. You were more sensible than this. His hands found your ass, and he squeezed, making you squirm on his lap. Which only made him harder against his jeans.

"C'mon. Promise I won't go so hard this time." He brushed his lips under your jaw, slightly lifting his hips to make the front of his jeans brush you some more. "I need to feel you come on my cock again, please."

Fuck, the way he sounded begging, begging to fuck you. You didn't need much convincing, but that? That made you pool into your panties.

"No hickeys, and no bruises," You muttered, remembering you had to wear scarfs in this heat for days to cover the marks his fingers left. Leon smirked a bit at this. "I'm serious. I've never had to cover up bruises before you."

Leon dug his teeth into his bottom lip, leaning back to look at you as one of his hands sneaked under your dress and he kept his eyes on you as he rubbed his thumb over your clit through your panties.

"I won't bruise you this time." His lips curled up into a satisfied grin when your lips fell open into a silent moan. "I gotta say though, your neck looked so pretty with my fingers all over it."

He sat up, his free hand pulling you to him by the back of your neck and his lips crashed against yours harshly. He happily took in the moan that left your throat as he thumbed at your clit. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, groaning softly when your fingers threaded his hair.

He held you against his mouth, his thumb on your clit for what felt like years, you honestly worried you had run out of time. But in reality only a minute had passed. He let go of your head to blindly reach for the console. He groaned softly as he touched around for a second, but ultimately had to pull away to look. He found his wallet, he dug through it with urgency before he tossed it on the passenger's seat.

Your eyes landed on the golden wrapper and you frowned at him.

"You do remember you came inside last time, right?" You asked with genuine confusion and he could only laugh in response.

He pressed a hard kiss to your lips before he replied. "I remember. Trust me, I remember. But unless you wanted to sit with my come inside you for the rest of the day. Figured this was best."

Your face heated up with embarrassment and you let out a soft laugh, Leon could only watch you with amusement.

"Were you hoping to get laid then?" You laughed softly and he only shrugged in response, his eyes never leaving you as he unbuckled his belt.

"I was hopeful. I was kinda hoping you missed me enough." He chuckled, now watching as you reached your hand to unbutton his shirt. He sucked in a sharp breath when you leaned down to press your lips to his neck.

"I did." A playful smile fell on your lips as your lips trailed further down. He let out a pleasured sigh that quickly turned into a pained grunt when your lips touched a particular spot below his collarbone.

“Hmph… Careful baby.”

You pulled back with furrowed eyebrows as you tugged his shirt aside just enough to see a purple forming on his pale skin, but it looked like a burn almost, a circle with an angry marking.

“What.. What is that? Are you okay?”

He found the concern in your voice endearing.

“I got shot last night during an assignment. But I'm here, aren't I? I'm fine.” He tried to say it as casually as possible, he looked at you with unwavering calmness, you were anything but.

“You got what?” You almost shouted, it definitely caught him off guard. You swallowed hard as you placed your hands on his chest, almost as if you needed to feel that he was okay.

“It caught my vest. But it still leaves a bruise. It hurts for a day or two. But I'm perfectly fine.” He knew you weren't convinced, your furrowed eyebrows and tight lips said as much. He sighed, “Can we not.. Do this right now? Please?”

“Yeah.. Okay.” You still weren't entirely convinced but God were you having a hard time being worried when you could feel him against you. You could yell at him later.

He gave you a small smile before he kissed you again, not wanting to waste any more time. He was quick to lift you up enough to pull down your panties and tossed them on the passenger's seat. And fuck, the look he gave you when he pulled away was enough to make you soak his jeans, you were sure if it, anyway. His eyes never left you as he spat on his fingers. He needed to watch your face when his fingers touched your clit. And what a sight that was.

“Oh, you sweet girl,” He taunted, rubbing slow circles on your clit. He parted his lips to match the silent moan you let out, but the look on your pretty face was priceless. “Already so wet for me, hm?”

All you could do was nod, heated and already breathless with adrenaline. But you couldn't hold back the cry that left your mouth when he slipped his fingers into your wet hole. Your head fell back slightly as you reached to grip his shoulder, just any part of him really. He watched your face carefully, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he buried his fingers to the knuckle, curling them against your most sensitive spot. His fingers worked you for what felt like hours, but in reality it was merely a minute or two. Though by then, the sound of his fingers in and out of your cunt was all he could hear. Other than the sounds leaving your mouth. But you could only take so much of this torture.

“Please Leon—” God, you sounded pathetic, the way you were so desperately grinding against his hand was equally pathetic. “Need you.”

Leon was a simple man. If his girl wanted to be fucked he had to comply. There wasn't anything else to it.

His fingers left you empty in an instant, and you couldn't help but whine at the loss, but you knew you'd get something better soon enough.

“Do me a favor, darling,” he grabbed your hand and placed it right where his cock was straining against his jeans. You swallowed hard, your chest still rising as you looked at him with big eyes. “Help me here, hm?”

It took you a second to process his words, maybe you were already cock drunk just on the thought of it. But your shaky hands eventually unzipped his jeans and pulled him out of the confines of his boxers. The sigh Leon let out was almost primal as he messed around with his smart watch. You couldn't quite understand what he was doing but you didn't exactly have the mental capacity to think when his cock was right there.

“Go on baby, I'm almost done here. You can ride me, can't you?” His words were almost mocking as he watched you out of the corner of his eye. Your mouth was slightly open as you ran your tongue over your dry lips.

“I.. I—Yes.” You responded quietly as you slipped the condom on him. Leon sucked in a sharp breath but said nothing as he watched you lean forward, and slowly sank down on his cock.

Leon leaned back, his lips falling open as you sat on his cock. He swallowed hard, and it took him the very little control he still had left not to force you on his cock. But alas he let you take your time. His hands were tight on your hips as if to encourage you. And it took you a second to adjust but you ultimately lifted yourself before slamming back down on his cock, over and over until you were bouncing on him like that was all you were meant to do in this world.

“Shit Leon, you feel so—” you were sure you sounded absolutely pathetic, your words broken in between moans as you leaned back until your back touched the steering wheel.

Christ, Leon sure was loving this sight.

He adjusted himself under you so that he could ever so slightly lift his hips to meet with yours. He particularly loved this sight because God, this dress, it was so perfect on you. The V cut was low enough for him to see your neck and collarbone perfectly, but of course your entire chest was covered. Unless he pulled the front down..

“Fuck, feels so good, I know baby.” He breathed out, watching you through hooded eyes as his hands moved up to your chest, and he pulled the material down enough so that your bra was exposed. He groaned, and it was almost animalistic. “Take this off. Take it off, please.”

Please.

God.

Leon definitely felt the way you squeezed around his cock right then. You kept your grip on his shoulder with one hand as you somehow reached behind you with the other and unclasped your bra with the other. Leon fumbled around with the sleeves of your dress until those were off your shoulders. And the second your bra was out of the way, he grabbed a handful of both of your breasts with both of his hands. And he fucking moaned.

“Goddamn, you look so pretty like this.” His eyes traveled from where his hands were grabbing at your bare chest, to your exposed neck with your head thrown back as you so desperately fucked yourself on him. He didn't even care about the mess you were most likely leaving on his jeans. “Look at you, using my cock like you fucking own it. Fuck.”

Even in your delirium, this brought a smile to your face and you were sitting up to look at him. You brought a hand to his face, the sound of his grunts and moans were in your ear and the completely pussy drunk look on his face made you want to come right then and there.

“Say that again. Please, say it again.” Your words were slurred, breathless as you so desperately chased your release. Leon bit his lip softly, sitting up to meet you halfway. With a tight grip on your ass, he lifted his hips to thrust into you with intensity as if to prove a point.

“Yes darling, you can fuck yourself on this cock all you want ‘cause it's all yours.” His lips were on your jaw as his free hand held you by the back of your neck.

You dug your nails into his chest, surely to leave marks as you closed your eyes. Your heart was pounding, skin burning hot to the touch as he held you, each drag of his cock brushing deliciously against that perfect spot. You were so close.

“Choke me, please.” You pleaded barely above a whisper, nothing short of a whine. And the moan Leon let out at your request was by far the most erotic thing you will ever hear.

He ran his tongue over his lips as he brought his hand to your neck and wrapped his fingers around your throat. He didn't squeeze hard enough to bruise, but it definitely was tight enough for you to see white. The lack of blood flow mixed with the tight feeling in your stomach. You could only take so much.

“Oh my— Fuck. I—” Words were no longer something you knew by then, you were grinding your hips so desperately, and the way you were squeezing his cock, he had quickly learned meant you were so close.

“Mhmm just like that pretty, come for me, I know you can do that.” His thumb found your swollen clit as he held your throat and he watched with big eyes as your mouth fell open. Leon let out a soft moan that mimicked the one leaving your throat as you squeezed him tightly. Too bad he couldn't actually feel you come on his cock this time. “That's a good fucking girl. Yeah, atta girl.”

He gripped the side of his seat as he drilled into you, lifting you on and off his cock as he fucked you through you release, and chased his own, of course. You pressed your forehead against his, soft whines leaving your lips at the overstimulation of his jeans rubbing against your clit. But you could hear his soft moans in your ears, his soft praises as he gripped your throat with soft fingers, until he gave you a particularly deep thrust and he held you down on him. The string of curses leaving his mouth as he came were anything but coherent, but fuck did it make you wet all over again to hear him unravel like this, just for you.

“Shit. You see what you do to me?” He breathed out a laugh, his hand now cradling the back of your hair as he left kisses on your jaw.

You closed your eyes tight, breathing in deeply, taking on the smell of his expensive cologne mixed with his own scent, and Christ, it was so intoxicating. All of him was intoxicating. You hummed softly and threw your arms around his neck, leaning close to him, just craving to feel his warmth.

“Likewise… Look what you made me do.. I've never..” You swallowed hard, feeling yourself grow heated in embarrassment.

“What's that?” He pulled back ever so slightly to be able to look at your face, curious by what you meant. He softly tucked a strand of your loose hair behind your ear when he noticed your flustered face. How he could be so gentle and tender after absolutely wrecking you was always beyond your comprehension.

“In a car.. You know? I've never..”

A tiny smile formed on his lips, “Seriously?”

“Stop. It's just! I don't know. I've never done anything risky like that. Like we could totally get arrested for this.” You almost wanted to curl up into yourself in embarrassment but Leon never let go of you, not once, he simply chuckled.

“You do know I work for the government, right?” He laughed, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Your embarrassment was quickly gone, to say the least. “Gotta say Miss, I am totally ruining you.”

And he was indeed. What a pretty thing you always were. And by the time he was done with you, you were a flushed, fucked out mess, your hair tousled and your dress pulled down. But he rather enjoyed seeing you like this. And the things he made you do, the things he made you feel, they were beyond this world. To think you always prided yourself in being rational.

You were about to respond with one of your remarks when an alarm on his watch went off. You jumped at the sound, panicked for a split second thinking it was the police or something, but you calmed down when you saw him lift his wrist and tapped the screen. He smiled at you with pride, and if you didn't know better you would have thought he even puffed out his chest with pride.

“Would you look at that, I did make you come in five.”

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killuintense · 1 year ago

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hi omg so i was going thru ur porn links thingie and i went thru some of the accounts bc im so desperate to find anything leoncore and omfg. this one. this fucking ONE. screams damnation leon!! the stubble, the pussy eating, like hes so teasing with it...

https://x.com/drxppers/status/1711019131510673437?s=46&t=L4oOiCypwNn12EbIiZKZDw

the stubble ESPECIALLY gives me damnation leon vibes bc hes so slutty in that movie. and we all know leon would eat pussy till he DIES !!! i just had to share omg

Leon's prn link pt.2

Aaa, I was very happy to see that y'all supported by sending their favorite videos so that they can be in the publication, don't stop doing it!! I will be adding them since the videos I have are quite a few and there will be a part 4, stay tuned, ily'all ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

TW: explicit sexual content, links of p0rn videos, AGAIN sorry leon i love you but never is enough ‹𝟹 In case you have problems opening the links and they appear non-existent, remember that you have to log in twitter with an account first yo watch they!!

LINK 1 — OKAY, this video honestly gives me leon re2r vibes, there will really be a lot of it in these following links because there is a lot to talk about. Starting with the amount of semen he releases when he fucks you, especially because once he is between your walls, he can't help but cum very easily. Feeling how your pussy receives him generates too many sensations and soon you have him whimpering and hitting harder, the white ring surrounds your crying cunt while you, unable to take it anymore, ask him to please stop. But, come on, the boy is more focused on watching you swallow his cock and cumming again every time than on anything else. It's primitive, just think about filling you up, and maybe, if you let it, give you a beautiful swollen belly in nine months.

LINK 2 — god this video almost made me cry because i thought too much about re2r. The spasms in his body, trying to contain his hands to take out his cock and masturbate as he likes so much. However, you have your fingers squeezing the head of his painful dick, bringing him to orgasm while you leave kisses on his neck and lips, although he is entranced enough to not stop drooling like a fool. I love how his body looks like Leon from this version, it's still not that muscular Leon, but rather a soft and moldable one. And the soft beauty hair that forms the happy trail drove me CRAZY, fuuuuuckkkk. Not to mention being able to stroke him so well, he is soft but he is a complete big boy, and being able to massage his entire cock with his balls even in it must be a blessing.

LINK 3 — This is brought by anon, and the truth is I have nothing more to say because you said it all!! I would like to add that I also get Leon from ID vibes, and it's too hot because that Leon is definitely on another level. So watch the video with whoever you like the most in mind ;)

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pervertwhore · 5 months ago

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Your username reminded me of the office sirens. SOOOO, what about...rookie Leon with an office siren? He would be so scared of her, because she's so mysterious and pretty he could die. OMG I'M going to die now 😭😭

HAHA YESS.. HI NONNIE :333 i have office siren glasses irl so im literally an office siren TRUST!!!! but YES, i lowkey got the alias for my love for sirens (the sea creatures) AND cause of the office siren trend..nonnie…YOURE INSIDE MY BRAIN!!!

but YEA! i love office sirens so ofc since i love it so does leon cuz he’s my personal ken doll >_<

he’s so shy.. like rookie leon isn’t like outwardly shy, but in his HEART!! he feels shy, like he sees you and his brain needs to restart?? like he thinks you’re hot with your glasses and WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?!!1!1 he’s stumbling over his words and acting like a TOTAL FOOL. like get a grip kennedy CMON!!! in og4, when hunnigan doesn’t have her glasses on he’s like “yknow you look cute w/o your glasses” like major eyeroll she was so hot with her glasses but im gonna ignore that cuz LEON LIKES GIRLS WITH GLASSES IN MY HEAD!!!! girls with glasses are literally sooo fine like hello

okay so back to rookie leon :33

YES! he is shy, but he does make any excuse to spend time with you during work, like he wants you so bad he just NEEDS!! to be there idk.. he gets really embarrassed if you catch him eyeing you, like i’m sorry but your hair tied back, with those glasses, and the cute blazer and pencil skirt combo you have on?? he quite literally cannot look away, it would be a crime to not appreciate you… even if it gets a bit creepy sometimes (＞人＜;)

he defooo jerks off to you, like you’re constantly in his mind and that includes when he’s horny!! >_< like, his beating his fist and cumming so quickly at the thought of you.. his fav thought is cumming on your face and staining your pretty glasses. he knows that if he did that to you, you’d be pretty pissed cuz he stained your glasses, but the thought of you scolding him and giving him a slap on his inner thighs cause TURNS HIM ON!!! 😓

since i am a dark content acc im gonna bring up the idea that he could lowkey evolve to having stalker behavior.. SORRY!! obligatory dark! leon kennedy mention!! (ノ_＜) since this is dark! leon he would sneakily take pics of you that he uses to jerk off to later.. he’s so gross and desperate, he just wants you so bad.. if he had a genuine and had only one wish, his wish would be to fuck you.. like FREAK! WHAT A FREAK!!!!! (i need him.)

i heart rookie leon soo bad like him getting girls that are severely out of his league is so funny to me LOL THANK YOU NONNIE!! :33 xx

#♡ 、fanmail!#〜 THIRSTS !! ☆#leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x y/n #dark!leon kennedy

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fallinallincurls · 2 years ago

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this is so cute!!! i loved it omg!

“you smell nice” with leon draisaitl please!!

tysm <3 i hope you like it!! sunday night blurb & insta requests are open

The Oilers are hosting a charity event and you agreed to go with Leon. You’d been dating for almost a year and you were happier than you’d been in a long time. Your previous relationship wasn’t the best so at first you were nervous dating again but dating Leon was easier than breathing. He treats you with nothing but love and respect.

You’re doing some light makeup when he comes in the bathroom, dressed and ready to go. You watch him shake his head and laugh softly.

“20 minutes?” he asks, and you grin.

“You know me so well,” you reply, trying not to squirm when he slide behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, tucking his face in your neck.

“You smell nice,” he breathes and you laugh.

“I’d hope so,” you joke, squealing when he gently nips the sensitive skin on your neck. You elbow him so he lets you go, leaning against the bathroom counter and watching you as you finish your makeup. He does that a lot, just stares at you but you’ve gotten used to it.

Once you finally finish your makeup and get dressed, the two of you quickly leave the house after realizing you’re running late.

“Being fashionably late is the new cool,” he says and you roll your eyes but laugh.

“Yeah, tell that to the big wigs, huh?”

Needless to say, you make it to the venue in record time.

#fic rec #leon draisaitl #so so good!!#please read this!!#i loved it omg #i live for the boyfriend!leon content #and this was perfect #my lovely mutuals

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wherenymphsroam · 1 year ago

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Real dad! Leon coming over to help you with your car.

Something’s wrong with it, so why wouldn’t you call your dad to help you out? He gets there, pops the hood and finds the problem that he starts to fix.

You check on him every ten or so minutes, noticing how maybe he took his jacket off, how his hair is getting messier. He’s more out of breath and a little sweaty. It makes you forget he was even speaking to you, asking for you to go grab him a bottle of water so he can cool down.

And when you do come out with the water, his shirt is off this time. He grins and laughs at you. Maybe he’s a little mean and teases you about it, talking about how you haven’t seen a man like him before ugh omg

The tension would be sooo thick after that. Especially if he stays over for a while, maybe taking a shower in your bathroom. He comes out in a towel, making sure it hangs low to catch your attention since you just loved staring at him earlier

Please please please hear me out

oh I’m hearing you Mel. I’m hearing ya.

“Like mother like daughter”

cw: daddy/daughter incest, leon is your real dad in this, some mixed in religious themes, leon being a cocky douche even in his old age, kitchen counter fucking, slight breath play but it’s only bc Leon’s arm is around readers neck, barely proof read.

a/n: idc im not making this formatting all pretty, I literally blacked out and coughed up 2.5k at two in the morning. straight filth. here you go, eat you little shits.

And up until that point, it’s just that. It’s only that. Tension. Silent, deadly, heavy in the air of your small place.

That is, until he slices right through it, walking out of your bathroom in nothing but that towel.

When you were smaller, he’d never take showers when you were around, making sure to slip them in during the dark hours of the morning or long after you were asleep. And on the occasion that you were around, even into your teen years he’d all but beeline to his bedroom to get changed, only leaving you with a lingering glance at his broad back. That is, when you’d will yourself to look as he strode down the hall. You shouldn’t be looking at your dad in such immodest state, let alone like that.

And yet here you are, dry mouthed and stock still where you stand at your kitchen island. He had strode in, so confident, almost cocky, claiming he forgot his glass of water. As if he couldn’t have grabbed it after he was decent. Because he’s just so thirsty after all that work today, and the kitchen is on the way to your guest bedroom where he was going to change anyway. What would be the point in doubling back?

He’s about to grab his glass and slip back out of the kitchen, content enough to be swift in his appearance. That is, until he notices the look on your face.

“What?” He chuckles, his smile sly. He knew he didn’t look the same as he did when he was twenty something years old. The scars, the soft layers of fat that had cropped up over thick muscles in his pecs and abs, the healthy line of hair that trails underneath his towel — it’s all a reminder of what his body has been through, how it’s matured through the years. Yet, here you were standing there and gawking at him, as if you’d never seen a shirtless man before.

He’s met with silence. Wetting your lips, swallowing thickly, blinking a few times — it’s takes you a beat too long to be deemed appropriate to realize you were staring. Barely holding back the urge to curse under your breath, you cover your obvious gawking with a dry cough, a shake of your head. Waving a dismissive hand at him and rolling your eyes as if suddenly he’s a nuisance.

“Ew,” you snort, turning back to the dishes you had been in the middle of doing. “Go get changed, old man.”

“Ouch,” he hissed, snickering now. Directly defying your playful orders, he leans on the kitchen island now, leaving only the hand on his hip to keep his towel secure around his hips.

“I wasn’t always an old man. Your mom was attracted to me at one point in time, you know,” he hums, teasing, playful. Far more playful than appropriate.

“Obviously,” you mutter, willing yourself not to turn around. Your gaze bores down, practically drilling through the pan you’re scrubbing. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

He laughs then, throaty and low, his stomach shaking from the strength of it.

“That you are.”

Footsteps.

Coming towards you, the old tile squeaking softly in specific weak points as he crosses your small kitchen. You don’t notice how your scrubbing slows, subconsciously distracted by his warmth as it settles behind you, looming.

“I asked you a question, you know,” he murmurs, piercing eyes trained on you.

He’s done this in times past. Sometimes when he’s reprimanded you, sometimes in joking passing. Directing your attention back to a voiced inquiry that you decide to oh so conveniently side step, choosing to ignore in favor of your own comfort. And like always, he wasn’t going to let you slide.

“What’s with that look on your face?” he rephrases, tilting his head.

Don’t stop scrubbing.

You don’t. If anything, the movements of your arm grow faster, harder, practically burning your sponge into the surface of a pan that’s been clean for two minutes now.

“What look?” you hum, feigning ignorance, clearly so busy with your task at hand.

Rolling his eyes, he adjusts his towel around his hip, tugging it tighter. The action had the back of his palm brushing into your hip.

“Nope. You don’t get to play dumb with me,” he tuts, low and far too close to the back of your neck. A few inches more, and his breath would fan against the back of your neck.

“When was the last time you went out, anyways? Hell, the last time you told me about a boyfriend?” he snickers, moreso at the mental image of the last loser you brought home to him.

Sighing, your jaw sets, your heart skipping in your chest.

“Dad, we’re not talking about this right now,” you groan, adjusting your craned neck, shifting your weight over your feet as you turn the faucet on. Suds slide off the nonstick surface of the pan, pooling and circling to disappear a moment later down your drain.

“You’re right. We’re not.”

Pausing, your gut twists in a way you haven’t felt in a while. It’s that feeling you get, that tugging that tells you the guy you’re hanging out with wants more. That the guy you’re alone with has intentions driven by hunger, need. That he wants you.

But you’re not alone with just some guy. Not alone with even a guy your age. He’s not a classmate. Not a friend. Not some sleazy tinder date you brought home.

It’s your dad.

A deep breath in. An effort of swallowing and burying that feeling. Of shoving it deep enough in hopes that it wouldn’t crawl back up again.

An exhale through your nose, forcing your movements as you reach for the next dirty dish.

“Then what are we talking about?” you scoff, glad he can’t see your face, your eyes that waver. Taking a tone you typically do during your nitter nattering with him, a tone he would reprimand you for in your teen years.

“The fact that you were eye-fucking your father a minute ago,” he mutters, his tone indecipherable.

“That’s what we’re talking about.”

Was he angry?

Disappointed, maybe?

Uncomfortable?

You can’t tell. Out of all the times you’re able to read your father, quick to pin down his vocal habits, of course it’s right now that you fail to get a read on him. Because admittedly, you haven’t heard him like this before.

Why did you care? Did you want him to be angry? Uncomfortable?

Why aren’t you uncomfortable?

Finally, your pitiful stress scrubbing comes to a halt. It’s as if he just fed an IV of ice water through your veins, his voice resounding through the kitchen as it falls silent around you.

You’re hesitant, slow when you turn your head. Brows knitted, lips parted — something you got from him — you can’t even bring yourself to meet his damn eyes.

“W… What? Dad, I’m not eye-fucking you-“

“Be honest. When was the last time you got laid?” he scoffs, all amusement drained from his voice. Not quite lecturing, nor demanding. But firm.

Glancing up at him, you search his eyes, silently floundering under his hard gaze. It takes all your willpower not to let your own wander down the still damp skin of his neck, his collarbones.

This isn’t appropriate.

When you were younger, he’d physically cringe at the idea of you ever experiencing sex. Would clench his fist, draw his brows at the idea of some insolent little boy getting his hands on you, in you.

“Don’t forget to mention the .45 I keep in my bedside,” he’d not so jokingly quip whenever you’d head out for a date.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to it then. Gotta go polish my bat,” he’d make a point of specifying the one time you had a male friend over to study for a big exam.

It was from a place of protectiveness. Of love. Because you were his little girl. Didn’t want you getting hurt. Even if he knew that one day you’d probably end up entangled in the back of some college idiots Honda accord his parents got him, that you’d one day be introduced to the world of true heart break, he wanted, needed to keep you out of the worlds grips for just a little bit longer. For as long as he could control.

And here he is, asking so crudely when you last got laid.

“I asked you a question.”

A beat passes. Another one. Your neck is uncomfortable, half turned over your shoulder like this. But you dare not turn away.

“Never.”

Oh.

There it is. All it took was some light prodding and you’re coughing up.

Because he told you to. Because he loves you. Because you’re a good girl. His good girl.

Not some sleazy tinder dates.

Not some broke college boy with a measly Honda accord.

No, no. He really should’ve known better. You have more refined taste than he often wants to give you credit for. Well, that is, until he’s taking credit for you, so quick to remind you it’s him you inherited such trait from.

His little girl was always needier than that. Better than that. Smarter than to so freely give herself to whatever scumbag picked her up some flowers from the grocery store on his way over to the house before a date, smarter than to let some asshole take advantage of any insecurity.

“You were saving it for me weren’t you?”

His voice comes out as a panted snicker into your neck, spoke into the numerous bites and blooming spots of color along your nape. It takes you a moment, lost in the hazy, sickly heated daze the two of your have made of the kitchen air around you. With pots long forgotten, one side of the sink full of cooled water, the sound of the faucet that had been running earlier is replaced with the wet claps of skin against skin.

Sharp, deep, all consuming when his pelvis collides into your ass, the fat of it rippling under each heavy collision. It threatens to steal your sense of coherency from you with each drive.

“H… Huh?”

Your voice is a mess, not too unlike the rest of you. The thick arm he has wrapped around your neck doesn’t really help, seeing as how it only constricts your already dry throat. Speaking proved to be far more difficult than it maybe should be right now.

“Your virginity, sunshine,” he murmurs into your ear, low and hot, brewed with an aftertaste of amusement. As if he didn’t just address you by the nickname he gave you when you were, what, three? As if he wasn’t speaking over the sounds of his body burying him within yours.

“Y’saved it just for me, huh? Knew only your Daddy could take care of you?” he snickers, looking at you oh so intently, adoringly almost. Far too tenderly, given how the thick muscles of his arm ripple with each jerk of your body in his hold.

You were always so pretty. Got it from your mother. Those sweet eyes, the pout of your lips. Even your tears, how they rolled down your cheeks in fat, hot trails of ecstasy matched how your mother would cry for him. How sweet.

And oh, even sweeter, the hitch of your constricted breaths. Your cries, your whimpers, those broken moans that fall so steadily are heavenly, even if what he was committing right now was far from.

Leon had never been a religious man, at least not into his adult life.

What the hell did he care about how wrong this was? God could twist and turn and kick and scream all he wanted, sat up on his high and mighty throne. He could whine and cry all about this was wrong, how he didn’t bless Leon with such a beautiful daughter for him to fuck her.

But right now? Leon doubts that. Hell. Somewhere, hidden deep into the darkest corners and recesses of his mind, Leon hopes that is the reason he was given a daughter. He snickers at the very idea of you being bestowed to him like the damn sacrificial lamb for the slaughter, his own personal sunshine and warm body.

Because why else would you cry like her?

Why else would you sigh and tremble and shudder just like her?

Why else would your voice crack and pitch along the same patterns hers did when he pushed her to her very limits?

Why else would God let his most beloved walk out of his life and leave him with her most beautiful creation, if not to fall in love with her all over again?

“Yes, yes, yes,” you whimper, like a damn broken record in his arms. With your shorts pooled around your ankles, your shirt shoved up just high enough for him to paw at your pretty tits, you were practically a spitting image.

A growl of satisfaction, of delight reverberates through him and you feel it. It all but shakes you to your core, how his chest rumbles against your back. It’s all consuming, so overwhelmingly delicious how warm, how strong he is. You really couldn’t be to blame for how quickly you deteriorate, stuttering through gasped warnings of impending end.

“Ask me properly,” he mutters into your neck, breaths heavy with exertion and hot with carnal lust as he speaks into the shell of your ear.

“Tell Dad you wanna come.”

“Please, please-“

Coughing, your choke briefly around your own spit, and it takes you a second to recover. But it’s only a moment later that you’re shaking your head to the best of its mobility trapped in the crux of his elbow, eyes hazy as you gaze up at him.

“Dad- Dad lemme come. Wan’ come so bad, please, please Dad-“

Eager. So fucking eager, just like your damn mother. All that spunk, all those sarcastic retorts and matter of fact quips that attempt to keep him at bay, stretched thin and see through around the girth of him. He can’t help but laugh at the irony, even moreso when you only spasm around the sound.

And when he finally utters his permission, he’s not gazing down at you to revel in how your orgasm tears through you. He’s tracking every facial expression; every tear, every wobble of your lip and roll of your eyes, all in search of her.

Because as much as he adored the parts of you that were him. As much as he loved teasing you for your similarities, poking fun at the parts of you that were her, he couldn’t help but come to a compromise then.

That yeah, you were a Daddy’s girl through and through.

But at the end of the day, the saying really should be ‘like mother like daughter’.

#fairies. 𐦍 #late night stroll.˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.#leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #leon Kennedy x reader smut #leon kennedy x you #yeah. alright im locking myself back in my enclosure now #goodnight folks #tw incest

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nyxiswrites1200 · 11 months ago

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𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 💌

Leon Kennedy x Reader

Warnings: NSFT, MDNI, Oral sex, Female parts, Committed Relationship, Fluff & Smut, Domestic life

Mentions: Baking with Leon

An: Omg I hope y'all like this. Sorry it's been so long :( I've got more stuff coming, I swear.

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Doing anything domestic with Leon was always a fun experience. He wasn't used to the simplicity of life. He was so used to the stress and weight of being a soldier. So, when he gets to be at home with you it's a huge relief. He gets to feel safe and simple.

You can't help but laugh a little at watching Leon try to crack an egg. It's the third time he's done it too rough, the first time it was too gentle.

"Lee, do you want me to show you?" you inquire and he sighs in defeat "I can kill things six times my size but can't bake cookies" he leans against the counter, you swear he's almost pouting.

"Awe, it's okay" you reassure as you lean in to kiss his cheek. Leon gives you a half smile as he stands behind you, watching you crack the egg with ease. You finish adding all the ingredients to the bowl and then hand the spoon to Leon.

"Now, you can truly put those huge biceps to work and stir that for me" you tease with a chuckle as you walk over to the oven. Leon smirks as he more than happily stirs up the cookie mix for you. You know he's just more than happy to help you.

You grab a pan from the cabinet before walking back over and setting it down on the counter. You place some parchment paper down and signal for Leon to give you the bowl.

"Okay, so now we have to separate the dough into little balls so it can bake." You explain to Leon as he nods in response. He watches you do it and then attempts it himself. You smile as he does it with ease just like you. "That's good! Good job" you praised as you smiled. Leon seemed proud of himself, another thing you noticed about him. He loved when you praised him, even if he didn't actually say it.

Leon was a huge puppy. The poor man had been through so much and yet he found his safe place in you. Allowing himself to let than inner sweet rookie type he was when he was in his early twenties.

You slip the pan into the oven and groan as you look at the dishes in the sink. Leon chuckled as he hugged you from behind "I'll do them, don't worry about it baby" he kissed along the back of your neck.

"Leeee~ Stop" you tease with a chuckle as you lean back into his chest. "Maybe we should spend this time doing something else with each other." He teased as his hands came to rest on your hips.

You felt yourself grow excited at the idea he was proposing.

Leon wasted no time, he propped you up on the counter. In a fit of love sick chuckles and kisses he tugged off your panties. He didn't hesitate to press his tongue against your folds, his nose bumping into your clit.

"I have my favorite sweet treat right here" he teased and you smiled as you tug at his hair "Shut up" you chuckle playfully.

Leon smirks as he sucks at your clit, drawing a moan from you.

His masculine and strong hands gripping at your thighs as his tongue works on your needy pussy. He moans into you, sending a sinfully sweet feeling through you.

Your hand tugs at his hair as you keep a firm grip on him, just how he likes it. "Leon~" you moan out into the kitchen as he slips his tongue past your folds and laps at you.

Between his skilled tongue and when he'd peer up at you with those pretty blue eyes, it had you toppling over the edge within minutes.

Leon didn't hesitate to lick up any of your cum as he pulled away with a content smirk. You pant as you watch him fix your panties for you and lean in to kiss you on the cheek.

"Guess I'll clean the countertops too when I wash the dishes" he teases and you can't help but laugh "You should be cleaning them anyway".

"Yeah yeah" he says with an amused tone. You smile as you take his hand while he helps you off the counter.

Leon was a lot of things, but you knew him in a way nobody else really did. At the end of the day, it's not about how many things he's killed for you. It's about him coming home to you, and he fights for that reason alone.

#fanfic writer #my writing #reader insert #leon kennedy #fluff #domestic fluff #spicy writer #re leon #leon resident evil #leon kennedy x fem reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #resident evil leon #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #V-day collection by Nyxis

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sepptember · 7 months ago

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it is!! I just got to the church to get Ashley.

YESSS!!!!! I'm having sm fun i love this game

Yippepeeeee. It’s honestly such a good game <3

#AND YES !! ive read some rsally good luis and leon content and OMG #august reblogs.#from :: max <3

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acrossthecherriverse · 1 year ago

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Raccoon City tapes

Tape 5 - S.T.A.R.S. office, second tape

September 30th, 1998, 12:15 AM.

This shit is starting to get both ridiculous and extremely dangerous.

I mean, not that it wasn't before, just… [clearing throat]

The previous recording ended so quickly because I heard something… weird? Kinda like footsteps, but heavy enough to definitely not be officer Kennedy's. Don't tell him I said that, but he's too… Well, not small, but… [sigh] please don't let him find this tape.

I waited for it to be over before going out and looking for him, with my rifle, of course, and I saw…

Fuck, it was like… 8 feet tall, a guy in a trench coat. Except it definitely wasn't a person, not a chance. I…

[Sigh] Fuck, I'm just glad I managed to outrun it.

Whatever is happening here is bigger than just some random virus outbreak.

I managed to speak with officer- uh, Leon, about this. He said… he said that the FBI was on the case, said that they suspect Umbrella is behind this.

...

Y'know, like… the company my dad works for.

...

I'm not believing anything without proof.

He also doesn't approve of my idea of going out by myself again, getting to the hospital to find mom, but… it's not for him to decide. Probably doesn't know what it's like to have your parents suddenly disappear in a situation like this.

This is the last tape you'll find here, probably. I'm heading out now. I'll have to stick to more hidden alleys and smaller roads, I can't take risks.

I left Leon a note, so that he doesn't worry. He's got enough worries for now, what with that big guy chasing him around. Hope he doesn't come after me, too. [laugh]

...

It could be my last tape overall.

Uh… 12:19 AM, over and out.

tape 6

#omg september 30th 1998 reference #it sure is a day she'll never forget #resident evil #writeblr #writing #writing tumblr #leon kennedy x oc #oc content #re2 #fanfiction #| cheon

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lagerloutfic · 8 days ago

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a tough as balls year for little old me, but as the old proverb goes, no matter the horrors there is always ao3 in bed. writing and reading.

doubled down on my love for hockey and feel like i understood the game better, imbued more of the narratives, and discovered more players to be stupid about.

stopped trying to fight being an f1 girlie and threw myself in head first. what a gorge little community of freaks (affectionate) who like to watch the zoom zoom.

here are some things i wrote. not sure if i love them all, but they were all glorious distractions and so i'm hopelessly fond. not a single word could have happened without @crunchycrispy, the eternal muse.

hockey stuff

🐶 got that dog in him | E | 7.1k | the connor mcdog fic haha...oh boy. the good news is i am not alone in thinking how much connor looks like bowie and the bad news is, we're all going to hell. despite living in fear someone is going to cancel me for bestiality, i loved writing connor/bowie pov and imagining my life as a pampered little pooch, beloved by all. on my wishlist for 2025, tbh.

💦 warm ride | E | 2.3k & wrap me round your wedding ring | E | 6.8k | William Nylander/John Tavares | eurosleaze 4 DILF captain shame writing willy is a true joy, thoroughly recommend everyone have a turn. this was darker that i usually go because i don't like to hurt my own feelings but i'm happy with how wet and pathetic JT turned out and the whole structure of part 2. 😈 love drunk off this hump | E | 8k | Frederik Andersen/Auston Matthews | the gang's all here and they are fucking idiots this might have been the most fun thing i wrote this year? just good vibes, silly times, a thrilling ensemble of dickheads being stupid hockey bros. everyone should jerk off with the homies, the thesis.

🥛 no use crying | E | 38.6K | Brock Boeser/William Nylander | milk bar fic sex-worker AU ummmm, look. i just wanted to write boys with big milk jugs. do these fellas know each other? no. does the world make sense? nah. did i have a fun time, YES.

🦷 different kind of buzz | E | 3.5k | Macklin Celebrini/Will Smith | | pain, teeth & horny 4 hockey | those fucking rookies, goddamn actually can't believe we are witnessing the birth of a new pairing right under our noses, but it's happening. we are living in the historical moment! thank you to all the sickos who are writing willmack, posting the content, thinking the thoughts. the real MVP of this season, along with @fast-burn for making it spesh.

🏒 let's call this the playoff hockey coping strategy collection 🏒

absolutely bonkers time where i dealt with playoff hockey through fanfiction. actually do not remember half of these, so that's cool.

say it, say it again | E | 4.1k | Leon Draisaitl/Connor McDavid | soft dick fic.

but close ain't close enough | E | 6.3k | Leon Draisaitl/Connor McDavid | get your captain pregnant with help from your girl

go ahead and try a little crazy on me | E | 4k & don't you even try and explain | e | 12.1k | Leon Draisaitl/Arturs Silovs | winner's room goalie fucking | whomst among us was not enchanted by arty during that series? probably the most enjoyable voice to write, i do really want to write a part three where everyone gets freaky in spain so someone bully me until i do it.

better put that business to bed | E | 2.8k | Leon Draisaitl/Connor McDavid | voice kink

just the touch of your hand | E | 3.4k | Leon Draisaitl/Connor McDavid | McDepression and spanking

if i could make a wish | E | 2.8k | Leon Draisaitl/Connor McDavid | omg, MORE McDrepression?? Get a new theme, girl!

i'm gonna tell you right now, they're all i'm thinkin' about | E | 7k | Leon Draisaitl/Connor McDavid | you are never gonna believe there's a THIRD McDepression fic out there by moi. This time with a cute outfit!

🏎️ f1 stuff 🏎️

👀 unsafe release | E | 18.2k | Alex Albon/George Russell | when that childhood friend becomes hot and weird and scary it's your girls first f1 fic! started life as a quinn/petey fic lol okay who is she? this was HARD to write. new fandoms are tricky, there's so much to learn. but good to be sobbing into the google doc at a million am, it builds character etc etc

🌪️ a lasting advantage | E | 18.7k | Alex Albon/George Russell | okay but actually i wasn't done with these bitches more of the same, but with extra mental breakdowns and lashings of shame! buttsex, finally, and a beloved OC.

💬 hot rookie slagsss | M | 5.7k | Alex Albon/George Russell/Lando Norris | horndogs in the groupchat i just wanted to write something with dialogue so i didn't have to bother with all the bits in between and text is so fun for that. so fun to thrash this out with @latecomersprivilege and @ctimenefic. it takes a village, y'all.

flippin' hell. when it's all laid out like that it's really something. what's next? i literally have no idea! how fun! thanks to anyone who interacted with me this year, the likes and comments and stupidity keep the motor running. open mouthed kisses for all xx

#end of year list #my fics #hockey #hrpf #f1 #f1 rpf #fanfic #yo is anyone else tired???

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syluscore · 2 years ago

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I’m Your Prize

~sub! Leon Kennedy x Gender Neutral! Reader~

Word Count: 2555

This is my writing for @trevor-belmonts-whip ‘s ask that I have copied below:

Ghosty, darling, you don't know me but I also VERY MUCH enjoy the Leon S Kennedy man and I have an idea... a request, if you will. This idea came to me recently when I played pool for the first time, and I thought to myself "damn, playing pool involves a lot of bending full over a roughly waist-height table." So. Possibly. RE2 Leon, in a no zombies scenario, he's a police officer man and after a long shift, he's hits the bar downtown him and the other stations boys frequent. He's having a drink, and he locks eyes with a sweetheart down on the other end of the bar (omg it's us, it's Y/N). You two hit it off, and you play a little bit of pool together. Maybe you're new to the game, he teaches you some stuff, but your a natural as it turns out, and maybe you have a friendly little bet. And you know what? I feel like you've got the rest, you can take it from there. I'll leave this prompt in your highly capable hands, do what you will with it 😌.

Content warnings: drinking alcohol, flirtatious teasing, submissive leon, dominant reader, blowjob, praise, sharing cum while kissing

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

It was a ritual at the Racoon City Police Department; they always brought the rookie out to your bar and made an absolute fucking scene. It was super obnoxious, but it’d been a long time since they’d gotten a new recruit. You watched silently as nearly the entire police force filed in through the doors and you were so thankful it was your co-owner running the bar tonight. You were merely here because your job had honestly become your entire life, so of course you hung around here after hours. There was always some sort of work to do, something to clean, some networking to do.

You couldn’t complain too much about it though, they bought so much alcohol and tipped really well and it’s all business at the end of the day. You wondered what kind of prematurely balding, fresh out of the academy, egotistical maniac rookie you’d spend the night hoping didn’t try and make a move on you. They always did. Wanted to show off for their department and bang the hot bar owner. Marvin never warned them that it would never happen, you two had a running joke on what sort of things they would try to get into your pants.

“Marvin! It’s been forever, fresh meat for us finally?” you asked as the older man walked over to your stool at the bar and gave you a side hug, squeezing your shoulder.

He laughed before speaking quietly for just you to hear, “You’re gonna love this one.” He looked around the crowd before spotting who he’d been searching for, “Hey rookie! Get over here!” A man with a dirty blonde fringe, wide blue eyes, dressed in light wash blue jeans, a blue button up, and a big jacket over top made his way over to you two. “Alright rookie, this is Y/N. Y/N this is rookie. They own half this bar so you’d better be real nice to them,” Marvin introduced you two, patting the rookie on the shoulder before stalking his way back over to the other officers.

“Rookie, is it? Big coincidence on the name or?” you asked him, raising your eyebrows while smirking at him. You noticed the light blush sneak up on his cheeks.

He laughed softly as he shook his head, “I’m Leon Kennedy. It’s nice to meet you.” He held eye contact for a whopping five seconds, before he shyly averted his gaze. You couldn’t help but find him adorable. You’d like to believe you were big and intimidating, but deep down you knew it’s probably just the way he was.

“So, what are your plans for the evening, big boy? Get piss drunk and make a fool of yourself?” you asked him, trying to make some small talk.

“Uh, not really. I was probably just gonna play some pool and then head out when everyone else is too drunk to notice. You play?” he asked, clearly trying to invite you to play pool with him. You couldn’t deny that you found him so pretty, just down right attractive. His innocent personality is definitely doing something for you, you’d never admit it though.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” you asked, toying with him further. You felt accomplished with yourself when he blushed even more. “I’m just fucking with you. I’m shit at it, but I’ll give it a go for the brand new rookie of course,” you took the last swig of your drink before grabbing his hand and leading him back to the pool tables.

You grabbed two cue sticks and handed one over to Leon. The last people who played on this table must have been raised with good manners because everything was already set up and ready to go for a game of 8-ball, which is fucking rare around here.

“You wanna go first?” Leon asked, gesturing you towards the table.

You rolled your eyes and gestured towards the table, “Not a chance, rookies go first.” He laughed, but didn’t argue. He bent over and positioned himself, hitting the cue ball and breaking the balls apart. You weren’t really paying attention to his movement, more focused on the way his cute little ass was sticking out.

None of the balls made it into the pockets, so Leon turned to you, “Solids or stripes? Make sure you think long and hard about this, it is a life changing decision.” You pretended to think super intensely about it, squinting your eyes and running your hand down your face. You ultimately chose stripes.

Hours go by and you two definitely play the game wrong, but Leon doesn’t mind you making up rules in the middle of the game, he finds you endearing. You’d ordered random drinks on the house for the two of you. No matter how many times he insisted he should pay for himself, you weren’t having it. You two weren’t anywhere near drunk, but Leon was definitely tipsy and had loosened up quite a bit.

“I wager you a bet, rookie,” you told him, causing him to raise his eyebrows. “If I win, I get a prize of my choice and if you win, you get a prize of your choice.”

“Isn’t the bar closing in like,” Leon looked down at his watch, “5 minutes?”

“Leon, I own the mother fucker. I can keep you here as long as I want. Agree to a bet or I’ll never forgive you,” you said, pouting at the man.

“We can’t have that,” he said, throwing his hand over his chest, “what do you want if you win?” You hummed in response as you set the game back up.

You turned to him, “You stay here with me as long as I want and I get to keep you at my disposal.” You wiggled your eyebrows at him suggestively and he couldn’t stop himself from blushing yet again. You’d gotten him to blush over and over again since he’d first arrived.

“Alright,” he said, avoiding your gaze, “I’m not sure what I want as a prize.”

“You won’t win, so it’s not necessary for you to pick anyway.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

“Fine. Your prize can be me,” his heart skipped a beat. His mouth fell slightly open as he stared at you, waiting for you to tell him you were fucking with him again. “I’m a prize, dammit! You don’t think I’m a prize?”

“Um, well, of course I do, I just,” he became more flustered as he watched you bend over, clearly sticking your ass out for him overdramatically, as you got ready to break the triangle of pool balls. “Fuck it, okay. I agree to your terms.”

“Atta boy.”

Your coworker had finished cleaning the place up and had headed out a while ago. The game was so intense, both of you taking it super seriously, both wanting your prize. You were lined up, the only ball left to sink in the pocket being the 8-ball. You were head to head, Leon leaned over right next to you, watching you line up with the cue ball intensely. Right as you went to shoot, his hand suddenly stuck out and poked into your side while he made a loud sound, causing you to jump and mess up your shot.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you whipped your head to look at him as he was laughing like a maniac. “You mother fucker! You’re disqualified for cheating,” you narrowed your eyes at him and he shrugged.

“I’m okay with that, worth it,” he said leaning back against the pool table, arms braced on either side of him as he smiled over at you.

You slowly walked up to him, leaning over him, causing him to lean back over the table as your hands covered his. “Then I get my prize, right?” you asked. He gulped nervously, slowly nodding his head as he stared into your eyes.

You ran your hand up his arm and to his collarbone, lightly dragging your fingers over the sensitive area, pulling a shudder out of Leon. Happy with his reaction, you slowly ran your fingers down his stomach, feeling it tense beneath your touch. Your hand grazed over his belt, fingers ghosting over his quickly hardening dick. He bit his lip to hold back a whimper.

You brought your fingers up to the top button on his shirt and looked into his eyes, “Is this okay?” Leon couldn’t find the words, his mouth gone completely dry. He quickly nodded as you undid one button. “Talk to me, Leon. I need you to tell me what you want,” you continued slowly undoing the buttons until they were all done, pulling it open to expose the white t-shirt he wore beneath.

“Fuck,” Leon whispered, clearing his throat before trying to speak again, “I’ll take whatever you wanna give me.” His voice was so sweet and so needy, it sent a thrill straight to your lower stomach. You smirked at him before pulling his button up off his shoulders and down his arms. You could see his little abs through the thin, white fabric and he looked fucking delectable.

Your fingers went down to his belt buckle, slowly running them along it and looking up at Leon. Raising an eyebrow, silently asking for permission. “Please,” he said in that same tone of voice that had you wanting to throw him back on the table and devour him. Your patience was wearing thin as you quickly loosened his belt and undid his jeans. You pulled the pants down, getting them out of the way so that you had a perfect view of his dick pressing up in his boxers.

You brought your hand to his dick and palmed him firmly through his boxers, causing him to buck his hips up into your hand and a moan to slip through his lips. “You’re such a good boy for me. Do you want me to suck your cock? Think you deserve it?” you asked him as you dropped to your knees before him.

“Please,” he looked down at you with big, watery eyes. He really was putty beneath you.

“Please, what? What do you want?”

“Please, suck my cock. I wanna feel your mouth so badly,” he said, reaching his hand out and running it through your hair. How could you tell him no when he looked so hot like this?

You slipped his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free and sit perfectly before you. You couldn’t help but stare at his pretty cock. He was so big, so long and had a perfect thickness to it. The tip was leaking precum, it looked so good that you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out and running your thumb over the slit. This caused Leon to buck up again, he was losing control and leaving himself entirely at your disposal. Just as you wanted him.

You brought your hand down to his base and slowly, but firmly pumped him, his precum acting as lube. He was struggling to keep his eyes open, but he forced himself to keep them open. He didn’t dare miss a second of your pretty face just inches from his cock, your hands wrapped firmly around him perfectly.

You stuck your tongue out, slowly running it up the underside, from the base to the tip. You made a big show of rolling your eyes into the back of your head and moaning. Leon could’ve come just at the sight of you alone, he’d never seen something so erotic in his life. A whine left his lips as more precum slowly pooled at the tip of his cock.

“Please,” he pleaded with you as you looked up into his eyes. A tear spilled out of one of his eyes and you almost laughed to yourself, thinking how easy it’d be to ruin him completely. The thought quickly passed as your eyes went back to his cock. Your mouth was watering at the sight and you couldn’t wait any longer to taste him. Plus, he was begging so nicely, of course you needed to reward him.

You ran your tongue over his slit, letting the taste of his precum envelop over your tongue. He tasted almost as good as he looked. Although, you weren’t sure anything could taste as good as Leon looks.

You finally wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, gently sucking it. Leon threw his head back, a loud moan escaping his plump lips. You started to bob your head up and down his length. Leon couldn’t stop whimpering and whining as you sucked him deeper each time you slid your mouth back down his cock. If your jaw would allow you to, you could suck him all day. He was so hot like this, the taste amplifying his appeal even further.

You grasped his length with your hand and pumped him in time with your mouth. Drool was spilling past your lips and soaking his pubes. Everytime you pulled your mouth up his length, you’d give a hard suck on his tip, before moving your mouth back down. Each time, his cock hit the back of your throat and you fought the need to gag as tears poured out of your eyes, adding to the sloppiness of the blowjob.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, if you don’t stop I won’t be able to stop it,” Leon rushed out, he was so fucking close. Another few seconds of your movements and he’d be a goner. You hummed in response, speeding up your motions. “Is that okay? Can I cum?” he asked before he bit his lip hard, trying to hold himself back. You replied with an “mhm” as you looked up at him.

His eyes met yours and with one more firm suck on his tip, he was cumming hard. His loud moans were borderline whines as he filled up your mouth. You watched his mouth fall open, his wet lips panting, drool slightly spilling out, eyebrows scrunched together, and his eyes closed tightly as he came. It was hands down, the hottest thing you’d ever seen.

You pulled your mouth off of him, standing back up and looking at him as he struggled to catch his breath. Once he opened his eyes to look at you, you were wrapping your hand around the back of his neck and pulling his mouth to yours. His mouth instantly fell open for you since he was so out of breath and you pushed his cum into his mouth with your tongue.

After he came, you hadn’t swallowed it, but rather held it inside of your mouth so that he could see how good he tastes. He moaned as his cum flooded his mouth, slipping back and forth between your mouths, before you pulled away from him and you each swallowed some of his release.

You ran your thumb over his bottom lip as he lazily wrapped his arms around your waist. “What do we say?” you asked him.

“Thank-thank you,” he stuttered out as he stared at you.

You ran your thumbs over his cheeks, wiping away the tears he’d shed during his orgasm. You brought your thumbs to his mouth and forced it open, his lips instinctively wrapping around them. “Good boy."

~masterlist~

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OMG, I JUST READ UR STEPDAD LEON FIC AND BITCH I COULDVE BUSTED A NUT. THAT SHIT WAS PUSSY DRIPPING PERFECTION, I DONT THINK IVE EVER READ SMUT THAT FUCKING GOOD.

You’ve got MAJOR talent, oml

❝ catch us if you can ❞

stepdad!leon kennedy x fem!reader.

summary: just Leon being a very cuddly stepdad to you.

content: 1.8k words, p in v, smut, creampie, breeding kink, size kink, soft dom leon, porn with some plot i think, thinking abt do a serie abt stepdad!leon. you have another part to read if you want.

note: thank you for your words !! i haven't written in a while but your message inspired me to follow this version of the Leon that i like so much, i hope you like this little gift ;)

The headboard of your mother's bed was banging frenetic and messily against the wall of the room. If you weren't with both legs spread in such an obscene manner, you could have seriously worried about the neighbors' complaints and the problems that would mean, but, come on... there would be time to worry about that, maybe when you didn't have your stepdad fucking you with all his might against his wife's matrimonial mattress, and you weren't moaning in such a pathetic way.

Leon's cock was plunging inside you and pounding your womb with a precision that was nothing short of bringing you to the brink of starting to shed the first tears, his bare chest pressed against your tits, crushing them, while his mouth carelessly kissed yours and saliva leaked out shamelessly. His rhythm was messy and desperate, as if he sought to please you no matter what, but couldn't fight that instinct to fuck you with total selfishness as soon as he felt you squeezing him like a bitch in heat seeking to leave him without even the last drop. "Baby, baby, fu-fuck" he moaned pulling away from the kiss as the squeaking of the poor wood of the bed got louder and louder "Stop squeezing me like that, for the love of god... I swear when I cum I will fill you so full of my cum I will give you a beautiful baby" a small squealing moan came from your lips as both of his hands played with your tits squeezing and pampering them just like he knew how to do "Is that what you want, love? To be fucked so hard then swell these beautiful tits even more, don't you?" inevitably your legs trembled at his tone of voice and your hands clutched at his back, clawing at him in the same rhythm as his balls hit your skin hard and his fingers were soaked with the juices you slowly started to produce being close to your orgasm.

"Leon!" you moaned desperately "Da-daddy, please, I'm going to cum, stop it!, I-" he deep chuckle was heard as it mingled with his guttural moans as he felt himself suffocating inside you because you were at your limit inevitably bringing him to his. And, fuck, it would sound fucked up to him but it warmed him up so much to hear you calling him 'daddy', with that soft and aching little voice, like a little kitten looking for his caresses no matter what. For that very reason he paid no attention to you, and his onslaught became more and more erratic and didn't stop even though a scream of pleasure made itself in your throat as you felt that heat in your abdomen dissipate and expand into a strong orgasm, squeezing with your legs around his hips so that he stayed pounding into that sweet spot inside you. Even Leon should have used a condom, but that feeling he got from cumming at the same time as you and having hot spurts of cum fill his girl completely drove him crazy whenever you fucked, the idea that even when you both pulled away his essence would still be in your body.

"Shit, babe" he grunted, penetrating you one last time until he felt his base was completely inside you, thus being able to see the tip of his cock hit your stomach and protrude slightly, causing you to spasm hard as a consequence of having fucked you even through your orgasm. He was sweaty and felt heavy against you, sinking into your neck as you tried to regulate your breathing and he the same, gently kissing your skin with marks from his mouth. You felt his two-day-old beard prickle and tickle, stealing a chuckle from under you.

"You kind of have a lot of beard already, don't you, old man?" you joked and ripped a chuckle from him causing him to settle into your side, slowly pulling out of you. Inside you and without wanting to admit it out loud that puzzled you, feeling that annoying emptiness that meant not having him inside you. He was always so thick, big, filling you up and making you feel complete.

"I thought they were one of the things that made me charming" he replied, stealing an exaggerated sigh jokingly from you as your hand stroked his dull golden hair. His forehead still had hairs softly sticking to it from sweat and his mouth wouldn't leave your side, now kissing your shoulder softly.

You couldn't remember when it had become so normal between the two of you. At what point you stopped feeling so much guilt and stopped avoiding each other out of embarrassment giving way to simply letting things flow. Although the first few times they wanted to avoid the desire to be together, avoiding each other in the corridors of the house, or arriving late for dinner so as not to see the three of them together at the table, in the end they always ended up meeting in one way or another in the bedroom kissing and ending up fucking. It was inevitable, they could not avoid that things went up a notch with the need to touch each other more and more, to suck, bite, lick, kiss each other's body without fear of being discovered.

There was something in Leon that made you look for him when you felt bad, overwhelmed by your problems, maybe that helpful way of doing things and protecting you, of laughing with you at night while he hugged you and kissed your hair sweetly, that nice way of just being with you without the need to do or say anything. Like that moment where he had you cuddled on his chest, with that warmth flowing from his skin as they talked about whatever the fuck they were talking about during the day. That soon he had to go on one of his stressful work missions and he would miss you, and you asked him to bring you a souvenir like he always did, trying not to get too emotional worrying about what it would mean to be without him for so many days.

However, before you wanted to continue talking, the door to the main entrance opened, creating noise downstairs. Your mother had returned earlier than expected.

You both jumped out of bed and quickly grabbed your clothes from the floor which luckily were nothing more than a t-shirt and your panties, looking confused at each other. One look was enough to know that you just had to quickly lock yourself in your room; you didn't think much about it in fact, and before locking yourself in you watched as Leon arranged the unraveled sheets and put on his clothes as quickly as he could. Your mother's voice began to be heard as she came up the stairs and by then you locked the door to your room to make sure you didn't get any surprises. You began to despair, you didn't know exactly what to do and worse, you didn't know what Leon was supposed to do. You stuck your ear to the wood of the door, which luckily was thin enough to hear what was happening on the other side.

"Leon, honey, I'm back!" your mother said once she was upstairs, the shower head could be heard falling lightly and your stepfather's voice sounded muffled as he let her know he was showering. As always, a man of effective plans. "Oh, I understand, honey, thank you for taking my advice and opening the windows, the room needed airing out" she told him and you thanked God for making him a man attentive to detail, as the smell of sex was going to be all too evident, ever since you woke up that morning Leon hadn't let you rest for a second. It was morbid to think that in the same bed where your mother was relaxed right now, a few minutes ago you were having the best orgasm of your life... with her husband.

Interesting.

Seeing that they were out of danger and calmer, you changed and a few minutes later you went out to greet your mother, with the excuse that you were too busy with college work to go out to greet her. And everything continued normally, Leon came out showered and dressed in new clothes (clothes that did not have your sweet perfume impregnated in them), greeting her affectionately with a kiss and a hug, and you caressing your hair as if it were a father to his daughter, surprised for not having seen you all day, according to his words. No ulterior motives. A happy family.

It was midnight and silence lay in the house, everyone was in their respective rooms and you were boredly flipping through the various channels offered by your television. You were about to continue on your interesting task of lounging around when your door was softly knocked and Leon's voice was heard on the other side, asking your permission to enter. You laughed internally, reminding yourself of the first time you were together. "Come in, silly" you laughed, and he appeared, closing the door behind him, with that soft, charming smile on his face. He was in his pajamas, apparently they had gone to bed a while ago but for some reason he decided to show up in your room (not that it bothered you at all, as it was customary for it to happen).

"Hey..." he mumbled not so loudly so as not to create disturbing noises and wake your mother from her deep sleep, approaching your bed at a lazy pace "Is there space for one more?" he asked and you laughed, leaving a gap next to you big enough for him to get in even though, as always, you loved that feeling of being squashed in like a big bear. "I'm sorry it all happened so abruptly today, you know how it is..." you could feel the tone of guilt in his voice, not so much for what they were doing, but for making you feel displaced in a way. And the last thing he wanted was for you to feel like he just wanted you to hang out for a little while, and then just kick you out of the room.

"You know that I know how things work, Leon, I'm not a little girl" you said letting his arms wrap around you, making your cheek squish into his fluffy pecs. You planted a soft kiss there and bit down, making him chuckle softly at the gentle tickle.

"Sure, you're not a little girl, though you keep biting me like one" he chided with that loving tone that you could easily mistake for paternal if it weren't for the fact that he was planting soft kisses on your lips, caressing you as if you were going to break "You know I love you, don't you?" he blurted out amidst the wetness of your mouth, and if it weren't for the darkness of the room he could easily notice the blush all over your face "More than I love anyone, you're my girll" your heart felt soft and warm, a sense of home and protection that only he could bring to it. You would be lying if you said that a feeling of pride and superiority came over you knowing that you were what Leon loved the most.

"And I love you more, even if you crush me whenever we sleep together" you pinched the side of his abdomen and he laughed deeply burying himself in your neck with devotion as he breathed in as much as he could of you, all your scent, all your essence that made him feel alive, warm and loved. All those nights you were together, with or without clothes on, he wouldn't trade them for anything or anyone. Because, almost as if it were madness, you had taught him that way of loving without limits in an almost unconscious way. And he would take care of you no matter what.

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