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Random SFW/NSFW headcanons w/ leon

p.s. made in honor of di leon and how much i love him and cry for him in the evenings that i cant have this old man;(

SFW

Leon likes to read: sometimes something light to take the weight off his shoulders, for example, as a light novel, or, in extreme cases, read detective stories right in bed before going to sleep. And in the morning he reads something from the newspapers that he takes from a mailbox putting glasses on his nose while you cook breakfast for both of them early in the morning.

Leon won't fall asleep first. First there are warm hugs and kisses and then turning down the volume of the tv in both of your bedroom so you fall asleep in his strong arms. Sometimes it gets too hot that it's unbearable, so you crawl away from his embrace to the other side, but he doesn't mind. He will also watch tv or read something before falling asleep, also following you.

Leon is not that old but with age he has developed a love for gardening. He himself does not know why but he, a seasoned government agent who has seen a lot, liked it. In the backyard of your house he has planted beautiful plants for now only this, he is not ready to grow vegetables and becomes an old man completely. He is still in the prime of his powers!

Leon is still a workaholic. The missions were no longer so frantic and frequent, there was already peace in the world and he was not accustomed to feeling idle. When you are at work, he can become a househusband and clean, cook some food not only to please you (that was the main goal) but also to do something. Sometimes it doesn't turn out the best, but he tried.

Leon, late at night when you're already asleep, can pour himself a glass of whiskey in the kitchen and listen to old pop songs. He is overcome with nostalgia and he relives everything in his mind again. For him, it's relaxing to take scorching sips of whiskey while it is sung «O-oops I did it again!...» He loves Britney Spears.

Leon is considering taking a leave of absence from government work. He is already a battered and tired agent, but he still cannot be outdone by the newcomers. A good salary and now frequent vacations allow him to stay afloat and this is enough to continue working. For him, this is a controversial issue. (but according to re9, it is clear that he has not left the government, eh)

NSFW

Leon is seasoned not only in his work, but also in his personal life. He tries to be youthful, he is still in good shape at forty years old! Younger girls continue to hit on him at the bar, but he refuses, because he has you and he is a busy man. During sex he tries new positions in sex, he is not afraid to experiment to turn you both over and switch roles or move from the bed to the floor.

Leon loves it when you step on his face. This... fetish appeared recently after the mission on Alcatraz. He did not think that during a fight he could get excited when a sharp heel was on his cheek. When he told you about how his mission went, he turned red. It was painful then, but with you in bed it was much better.

Leon began to think about children. He already has problems with erection due to his past where there was a lot of alcohol, but he is working on it. But he really wants a baby, maybe two adorable mini-Kennedys who will hug him after his work day, grab him by the pants and shout 'daddy is home!' This thought makes him wonder if condoms are really necessary right now.

Leon adores when you take the lead, straddling him. It’s pleasure in its purest form, untainted by the expenditure of vital energy. His hands grip your full hips firmly, guiding your movements with unhurried care, his dull nails scratch the skin of your thighs as you jump on him. It made his heart skip a beat, watching how good you felt on his dick.

Oral intimacy, for Leon forgets himself. Your persistent, dizzying caresses are enough to make him surrender completely, letting you do as you please so long as you don’t release him. His fingers get stuck in your hair as he helps you take him, he doesn't force you to take a lot, on the contrary, he wants you to feel good too. When you take him too deep he can't hold back and lets out a terribly loud moan that makes you stop and the awkward pause becomes unpleasant when you have his dick in your hands.

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Sleep Well While I'm by Your Side, Sweetheart || re:4r boyfriend!leon

NSFW!

warnings: fluff, somno, p in v, face down—ass up, sex partially clothed, rough, grabbing thighs and leaving bruises, teasing, change of position to doggy, whining, creampie, aftercare leon is rough in sex, gentle after coming; the reader is not talkative, leon is on the contrary talkative, the action takes place after re4r upon his arrival home at night

notes: there was a stream from capcom recently and i was so happy with the new gameplay spoilers. i hope we see chris and jill with claire ;(

rating: explicit

summary: after his mission in spain, you both missed each other too much. the occasional calls comforted both of you, but you missed it. you needed more. you had to sacrifice your sleep to greet him with kisses and hugs.

After a month abroad, Leon had finally returned from his grueling mission in Spain. Safe to say, both of you were eager for each other the moment he stepped through the front door. Even if it was the middle of the night.

I won't hide it, Leon hated missions. Or well, he used to kind of enjoy them, because it helped him distract him from his nightmares and traumas, even if those missions eventually worsened them. But still, he couldn’t really think of anything else when he was busy saving the world and killing bioweapons.

But ever since he met you, his life started to get a meaning. It was a little frightening, because even death seemed to make the tough agent now shiver in his boots.

Leon didn’t think he’d ever find a special person like you. His older self would probably scold him for falling in love, but he couldn’t help it. Not when you're the prettiest girl he ever laid his eyes on and the sweetest girl he ever talked to. It was hard to not fall for you even if he didn’t want to admit his feelings at first. He’s Leon Scott Kennedy for God’s sake, the golden boy at the DSO. He is quite known for his tough and stoic exterior, his strong willingness and his determination.

But with you?

He could be the softest boy in the world, like a fragile flower that needed to be taken care of. It’s rare to see the federal agent turn into a needy, whiny and adorable little boy.

But after his missions?

He wasn’t that soft boy like usual, but completely something else. Leon couldn’t explain the feelings himself, but it was a mix of desperation and desire, like a beast gnawing at its enclosure. It drove him completely crazy, like he’s actually losing his mind. Being away from you this long made his libido heighten to the point he got a fucking boner when thinking of your sweet voice. He had to have you in his arms, seeing you writhe from pleasure and moan his name.

“Oh lord those pretty moans...” he thinks.

Without wasting any more time, Leon quickly made his way home from the airport. And soon enough, he finally reached home, his sanctuary. Well, not really home because home is being in arm of yours. Fumbling with the keys, his fingers trembling slightly, he unlocked the door and dropped his bags, immediately searching for his gorgeous girlfriend.

The time seemed to stop for a second when he found you in the bedroom. You looked so cozy and homey in his old shirt. All the tiredness disappeared as if with a snap of his fingers. His eyes lit up with love.

He clung to you, began to shower your calm face, and you only moaned in your sleep, and his arms hugged you around the waist. He held you close, giving you all his love while you were in your dreams. Your chest rose and fell calmly and his hands went under his shirt on your beautiful body.

He wanted to be near you right now, he needed you more than ever. This feeling of hunger always reached him after missions. Especially long ones like this one.

He lifted his shirt and exposed your bare tits, his thumb and index finger pinched your nipple while he sucked on the other nipple. He nibbled lightly with his teeth, barely touching them, not wanting to hurt you.

You were meowing in your sleep, fidget, your thighs involuntarily squeezing together as you grumble under your breath. This made Leon chuckle. He released your nipple with a wet pop before giving your beautiful tits a little more attention. He can't help but run his wet lips from his saliva down your stomach, showering every inch with invisible kisses.

Then his path went south bound, he moved your panties to the side, while your eyelashes fluttered. You woke up. He didn't even notice that you woke up, feeling his hot touches.

“Hey, I thought you were coming in the morning.” you mumbled in a hoarse voice from sleep.

“Plans have changed, Ashley is home and I am now close to my little family.” he kissed your thigh while he played with your pussy, rubbing up and down your clit. “rest, let me take care of you...”

What happened next was quite obvious with how damn horny Leon was.

“Jesus Christ… Her body…” he thought, mind clouded as his hips snapped against your pussy. “god, she’s driving me fucking crazy…”

“That’s it— that’s a good girl, baby… Goddamn,” Leon groaned, barely able to string his own thoughts together as he slammed his hips flush with your reddening ass over and over. The rhythm he set was impatient, relentless, and borderline torturous for both of you. “So tight, so warm… Fuck, baby, you feel like heaven…”

Fingers digging into the flesh of your naked waist as he took you from behind, you were already certain there would be marks in the morning. Though that would be the least of your worries if you could even walk after this.

The separation had been agony.

“Fuck,” he growled, the dominance in his touch evident as he held you firmly in place. “T-taking all of me so well. You… you have no idea what you’re fucking doing to me, sweetheart.”

The sensation of him reaching your deepest parts, of the velvety tightness of your pussy enveloping his cock, was almost too much—almost.

Breathless encouragements and filthy praises left his lips uncontrollably, further fueling the fire building within him and the growing need to fuck you into oblivion, lose himself within the lust that boiled over between you.

“I’m gonna fu—fuck you until you can’t remember your own name…” he promised, leaning over you to place sloppy kisses onto your bare upper back. Leon was fully mesmerized by the sight below him: you, with your flushed face half in the pillow, desperately clawing at the bedsheets with your rear lifted for him by your knees. To him, you were more addicting than any drug.

He really really missed you… and your sweet cunt.

Full of a month’s worth of pent-up sexual frustration and nearing his end, Leon’s thrusts became even more erratic and harsh, forcing bruising pressure against your cervix as he dove deeper. His breath shuddering, your name was a refrain upon his lips, a chant that mingled awe with satisfaction.

“Fuck! You’re… squeezing me so fucking hard.”

His calloused palms spread down your back, pushing his shirt up your body as you drooled into the pillow like a stupid slut. Your vision was blurry, and when he thrust particularly deeply, your back arched in response.

“Oh, you—you... I want to see your face,” he growled, his hands grabbed you by the waist tightly and flipped you onto your back, facing him. “there you go, pretty.”

His hips stopped in you, remaining inside you while he kissed you and you just threw your head back. “I love you so much.. Phew, let me take a few breaths.”

“Sure, whatever you say,” his gaze darted to you, his cornflower blue eyes landing on your beautiful face, on your pink apples of cheeks, on those lips. He realized how he falls in love with you more and more every day. “I love you too, baby.”

He kissed you deeply, his teeth grazing your bottom lip, biting it weakly before you responded, your hands coming to rest on his strong shoulders. You both pulled back for air, your lungs at their limit.

“On your hands and knees, now, baby.”

Having you on all fours, stripped of all your clothes, Leon was in heaven. He couldn't remember the last time he felt like this.

“Fucking missed you,” he whispered as he grabbed your hips, squeezing them and pulled you back against his hard, throbbing cock. He was already leaking pre-cum as he leaned back to admire the sight in front of him. “God… you’re gonna be the death of me.”

He groaned before positioning himself behind you, aligning his cock with your entrance. Having pushed just the tip in, he grabbed your ass cheeks, spreading them apart to get a better view of your sopping pussy swallowing his cock. “Fuck…” he groaned your name as he slowly pushed in. The sensation of your warm, tight hole was enough to make his eyes roll back.

His hands reached down to your body, squeezing one of those breasts, pinching and stroking your pink nipple, alternating this causing your beautiful 'ahh' to come out from your lips.

What first started as slow and gentle, quickly turned into rough sex. He just couldn’t get enough of you and that pussy of yours. At this point he was releasing all of his pent-up sexual frustration as he pounded deeply and roughly from behind, hitting your cervix every time he thrusted in. “Taking me—ngh—so fuckin’ good… oh my god,” he moaned, his fingers digging a little too deeply into your skin, leaving red marks on your skin.

“Oh, you’re so deep!” you exclaim and moan as his fingers dig deep into the skin of your ass, leaving bruises.

As if he wasn’t rough enough already, he spanked your ass cheeks, alternating between the two before grabbing a fistful of your hair. He pulled yourr head back, seeing your eyes. He hold your hair, forcing you to arch your back more as he quickened his pace further.

He looked down as he watched your juicy ass jiggle with each thrust and his cock disappear completely in your tight pussy, your ass cheeks completely red from both the spanks and hard thrusts. With that dumb toothy smirk of his, he grabbed both of your wrists, pinning them behind your back while one of his hands moved to your abdomen to keep your torso up.

You cried out, it was too much for you. The walls of your cunt were pulsating, squeezing him hard with each deep thrust. His hand presses lightly on your lower abdomen, making you clench your teeth from the sensitivity, you feel how close you are and he knows it.

“Oh god, mhm—you’re gonna make me cum, huh?” he grunted as he leaned into your ear, moaning into your ear. “That greedy pussy—fuck—feels heavenly, baby.”

“Y—yes.. I want to make you cum...” you admit, throwing your head back and closing your eyes, just enjoying this moment. “I'm so close, Leon, please...—”

Before you can finish speaking, moans involuntarily fly out of your lips because of his cock, you are suffocated and you have become a needy mess on his cock. Your knees are shaking despite the support of his hand on your stomach.

“Please what?” he teases you as his balls slap against your clit, he picks up the pace of his hips, wanting to bring you to your peak first like the gentleman he is.

“Please.. can I cum? Please, I'm asking you so bad, honey... I need it so badly..!” You exhale, saying all this in one breath as he knocks all the air out of you. You desperately swallow air with your mouth and your hands clutch the sheets of the bed that are stained with both of you shared juices. “I can’t stand it any longer...”

“Come on for me, babe, all over my cock. Cover it with your juices. Now.”

He was so close too, he was losing control when he took that ass. Another thrust into your pussy, another and another, he only groaned. “there, there,” he gasps, “I'm going to cum too, take it so good—ohh,” he lets out a deep groan and his head falls back in pure bliss. “cumming, baby!”

He collapsed tiredly on top of you and immediately tried to roll over onto his side next to you. Leon didn't want to crush you with his weight when your lungs were burning inside you. You needed rest.

His strong arms pulled you against his chest. His cock slipped out of you while you were gasping for breath and just happy right now in the middle of the night naked and dirty with your boyfriend.

“Rest, snuggle up to me and sleep well when i'm finally near with you.” he coos, his fingers curling into your hair as he strokes it and you lift your head to meet his gaze.

“I love you so much, stay with me as long as you can...” you mumble and close your eyes as he kisses your forehead before reaching over to get some napkins and wipe his cum off your thighs.

Thanks for reading!

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Learning Cowboy Hat Etiquette || re:di boyfriend!leon

NSFW!

warnings: soft/dom, porn with some (no) plot, fluff and dirt, bites, p in v, sex on the couch, face sitting counts, ride on the tongue, aftercare, leon is mean, he doesn't talk much, leon kinda corny

notes: omg i can't wait for the trailer (which should be) where capcom show us at least jill and leon and my fingers will forget what a vacation is + sorry for mistakes in the drabble i was drank O⁠_⁠o

rating: explicit

summary: a borrowed for you hat and some curiosity of yours about leon's bull riding days brought you both to the point that you don't know etiquette cowboy hat at all. he will fix it.

“Do you ever miss it?” you ask suddenly, turning your gaze away from the tv and the shitty movie they had opted for that evening.

“Miss what?” he leans back, studying your face with a glowing curiosity and pretending to be a fool for you. “Lemme a hint for old man.”

“Rodeo.” you shrug, draping your legs across his lap.

“Hmmm, sometimes, I guess. Why are you asking?”

You had often wondered how much of that part of his past sculpted this body, the way it pushed and pulled and flexed and rippled. Had his years of fighting buck for buck been responsible for the perfect, hard lines of his abdomen? Tanned juicy biceps? The thick ropes of muscle in his arms? In the dark, you wondered shamelessly if it was responsible for the fluid rut of his hips when he fucked her.

“Just wondering. You don't really talk about it much.”

“Well, not sure I mentioned it, but getting kicked in the head repeatedly tends to take the fun out of things.” the corner of his lips twitchs, fighting a self-satisfied smirk at his own joke.

“What do you miss most about it?" It is earnest, the way you press. He shifts on the couch, the chatter of the movie fading idly away. There is something more to the coy look you are wearing, something that made him swallow thickly despite himself.

“I dunno,” his laugh was wary, and he folds his arms close to his chest. He feels, somehow, there was an expected answer, one he is beholden to without knowing. “I dunno. I guess I miss that moment where it just clicks, y'know? You get the rhythm of it, and it doesn't feel like fighting anything, just working with it.”

As he speaks, his features softened, blurred by dreamy memory of a time long enough ago that the rose-colored tinge has nearly disappeared.

“Oh. I thought you would say winning,” you admit with a shrug. “but I guess that's cool too.”

His laugh showers over you, curving your lips contentedly. You lean over to kiss him before standing from the couch and vanishing through the doorway, a breeze perfumed with sunlight and vanilla left in her wake.

He crooks an arm behind his head, thought cinching his brow. Though he is attempting to determine the gambit, decode your game, there simply isn't time before you sauntered back towards the couch, hips taking liberties as they sway. You are clad only in a tee shirt and black panties, slung low on your hips. He draggs his sight up your body, from the long, tender spanse of your legs to the breathtaking flutter in your hips, and finally up to your luminous face. On your head, he nots in sheer delight, is his hat. You toss him a sly glance from beneath its wide. He thought about how much he wanted those smirking lips pressed to his.

“You know, you're breaking all kinds of hat etiquette, sweetheart,” he tuts, the growing strain in his voice rival only by the strain between his thighs. “wearing another man's hat is a no-go. And inside too.”

“I think you could make an exception for me,” you purr, lithe footsteps bringing you directly in front of him. Your lowered register lands on his ear like a sedative, he can feel himself melting and moulding to your mercy. And you are right—an exception can be made, one he is quite willing to concede.

“Well you know what that means then, don't you?” he smirks, fastening his hands to the sloping curves of your waist.

“Tell me.”

"Means you're all mine, sweetheart." he ushers you towards him, your thighs coming to straddle either side of his lap, feverishly painting the hollow of your throat and the curve of your neck with kisses.

"I can live with that. And besides," you manage between sighs, "what else am I supposed to wear when I ride?"

He didn't have to search for meaning in your words, the roll of your hips over his promised wickedness of the highest order. He groans, the edges of his voice running raw. Grip tightening possessively around your waist, he bucked his hips against yours.

“I'll give you something to ride, honey.”

The pulsing at your core was desperate, need dousing your with each snap of his hips. You ground against him, greedy for the friction, greedy for the eager rise you could feel beneath the fabric of his sweatpants.

When he crushed his lips to yours, knocking back the brim of the hat, their kiss was ravenous as a man starved. His fingers slipped up your ribcage, brushing over the curves and contours up to the round of your breasts, a rising pride in his gut as he cupped them, as he felt the peak of your nipples beneath your shirt. He drew one hand higher still, curling it around your neck. His index finger and thumb rested beneath either side of your jaw, poised above your scrambling pulse, his palm pressed to the flushed skin of your throat.

“Think you can take it?” he gruffed, tightening his fingers only slightly, just enough to make your blood quicken, to make your breaths turn ragged and lurid.

“Please-”

“Show me you can handle it,” he inclined your chin towards his face. “show me you can take it.”

You ground against him again, breathless and desperate and hungry. The tug of cotton between them made her whine, the thought of what it kept from your almost too much to bear. One of his hands had anchored at your waist, thumbing the peak of your hipbone and urging with each clothed rut. You whimpered, the words stolen from your as a new flood of desire found its way between your legs. Need was making speech impossible, incoherent mumbles all you could manage. You needed this. Needed him. Needed something to soothe what was careening through your veins like a drug.

“Need some help there?” he chuckled, the gravel in his voice only serving to pull at the threads that made your come undone. Gently, he eased you off, just long enough to rid himself of his shirt, then his pants and the boxers beneath. You were marvelled for a moment at the etched columns of his body, the flexed sinew of his thighs, perfect, tanned skin over fortified muscle. It was enough to make your throat run dry.

Stepping out of your underwear and shirt, you discarded them altogether and clambered back into his lap. The searing line of his hardness was nestled maddeningly beneath your, the staccato of his heartbeat thrumming between their skin.

“Last chance to back out,” he rasped, the solid planes of his body trembling with the effort it demanded to not fuck her straight into the couch. He had to keep his mind steadied on the game at hand, intoxicated by the thought of bygone wins that she so lovingly made him recall.

“I can take it, Leon..." you brushed it off, the ember of lust flickering in your eyes were enough to illuminate his most salacious fantasies.

“Prove it.” he goaded, a broad smirk running recklessly across his cheeks.

Breaching the tightness of your heat, you were already soaked as you took him to the hilt with a feverish whine. Tossing your head back, the tendrils of your hair brushed against your shoulder blades. The hat tipped precariously from your head, and you threw a hand up to clasp it desperately, unable to hear the low, lewd groan he rewarded your with.

You were every fantasy he had ever had made real; hips sweeping against his, lips parted in a euphoric cry, breasts so tantalizingly close he could nip and suck if he tried. But truly, it was the sight of his damn hat on your head. You were a dream. A vision. Something he was almost certain he would have to wake up from, but as he felt the flutter of her walls around him, he knew it wouldn't be any time soon.

“God, baby, you're so tight,” he growled covetously.

You had no control of the indelicate sounds falling from your lips like rain. The only anchors you knew for certain were the sculpted taper of his hips, and the faded, lended hat. It spurred in your a stubborn determination to ride out each and every thrust and aftershock, to clutch a win forged from his own lust.

“Still with me?” the words were little more than a strained groan as he prodded, delivering a wicked thrust that made the fingers of one hand root into the couch cushion behind his head.

“Mhmm...” you are humming, lucidity fleeing with each lope of your pulse.

Thoughts were drowns by the vicious snap of skin against skin, the scent of sweat and sex and whiskey and leather that makes the air around them dense. He felt the air knocking from his lungs at the obscene, divine feeling of unsheathing only to the tip before slamming into the warm, tight clasp of your pussy once more. The drag of his length through your silken walls, his languid withdrawal only to the sensitive, swollen head, drove him wild. It conjured raw, animalistic thoughts; ones that any other time would be chased off by more chivalrous sensibility.

You want to let your thoughts scatter away like stardust, to be carrying off by the carnal bliss, but a thread of competitiveness kept your bound to your goal. You still, after all, have to win. You roll you shoulders, expelling a candied sigh as you rearrange your features into a wanton glower. Some lever in your have been pulled, one that offer resolve in tandem with its unfettered lust. You demand the reigns with each push and pull of your hips, dominating the rhythm that he, until now, have been leading.

He wasn't sure when he had yield to your, when he had allowed the control to slip from his fingers like grains of sand, but he knew he wasn't regret it. Beneath his skin, white-hot pinpricks began to rise. With each thunderous roll of your hips, each sensuous flick, he was contending with his undoing. The valley between your breasts have blossomed in a flush, crystalline specks of sweat like dew rising above the skin.

He leaned forward, dropping his head to trace your sternum with his tongue. The hot, wet trail invited a whine from your, one that made your grip at his hair and pull his face flush with your skin once more. The rise and fall of your hips against him had reached a fever-pitch, the crash of his pelvis against your clit threatening to break your in two.

You were on the precipice, the pulsing ache in your sex shooting like fireworks throughout your body. All he had to do was push, and you would tumble. You were unaware, however, that they were standing atop the same peak. Her assertiveness, the silhouette of your from beneath the familiar brim, the smell and feel of your all around; he was hopeless.

Unwilling to forfeit to his undoing, he steeled, motionless for a moment.

“Hey-” you hissed, prepared to admonish him for breaking the rules, however unspoken they may be, but he unlatched from the shallow of your collarbone to offer your a wolfish grin.

“Let's see you ride something else,” he drawled.

Tilting your head, your brow furrowed. It was difficult to untangle his words from behind your hedonistic veil, but he had already shifted them. He now laid beneath your, having positioned your knees beside his ears.

Though the move was partially out of preservation of his pride, he still found himself craving the sweetness between your legs. A campaign, now, to devote himself to drawing pleasure from your with his mouth, with his hands, like a religion.

You felt the gunpowder in your veins start to ignite with the first long, flat stripe of his tongue along your slit. His glinting eyes were visible from between your thighs, his sight catching yours dangerously. It twisted something in your gut, the steady gaze he maintained while he devoured your. Your knees hugged his ears as his palms braced the round of your ass. Beneath your, his arms were firm, keeping your pinned under his wicked mercy.

Relentless teasing against your entrance made you cry out, the wildfire scorching your body threatening to consume your whole. A delicious pressure sparked as he pressed into your heat, fucking you with his tongue. You keened against the contours of his face, feeling the brush of his teeth at your clit. Her hips jerked, chasing pleasure as it teased and ebbed from his lips. He nipped and suckled and taunted, sending static through your veins. Dismissing a hand from your back, he slipped it beneath your thigh to roll a thumb over the bundle of nerves, tongue lapping hungrily at your dripping sweetness.

You have never felt your molecules turn to vapor before you met him, you have never been reduced to a supplicant, wanton wreck until he first captured your beneath his practiced mouth.

“Shit-” you seeth, writhing and wheeling as he working your swollen bud deviously with his hand. It is a petty distraction from the way he is laving at your glistening pussy with such rapt attention that it cost you the air in your lungs, the thought of anything in your mind other than his name, primal moans ripping from your throat. You have finished with a sharp gasp and a celestial ringing in your ears. Victory flooded down his cheeks and over his lips, wetting his rough bristles, honey and warm.

Even from across the length of your body, between the dip of your quaking thighs, he could see bliss storming features of yours. You are becoming untethered from orbit, spend and exhaust as he orchestrated another orgasm that crashed over like the dark of nightfall. It was cruel, he knows, to drives you to you brink once again, still in a free fall from your previous climax.

“All mine. All fuckin mine...” his lips leave yours for a moment before bitting down your bottom lip.

You were far too gone to even acknowledge his words, focusing on your release rather than anything he was saying.

“So impatient...” he groans roughly, moving his fingers in you to collect your juices, slowly and gently taking his fingers out of you, making you let out a small whimper.

But boyish ego was captaining his mind, taking command of his body, and he drops his hand to part your glistening folds. Spread open for him like a perfect bloom, his tongue once again dipped into your cunt. The bright, heady taste of her pull a shameless moan from the depths of his chest, its reverberations shooting through your. He wanted to worship and revel and languish in your forever.

You have lost count of the times bring your to ruin, though somewhere in your mind you begrudgingly ascertained he has won. Not that it mattered. Not when he had filled you and stretched you with three fingers, crooked as if in beckoning. Not when be was coaxing pleasure from each and every cell in your body, proclaiming his triumph in each whine, sigh, moan, and sob. No energy could be spared to think about their trite game, not when his mouth, hot and adoring, was fixed to your pussy.

How you remain upright, you cann't begin to say.

You feel limp, spend, giddy, but you know you cann't afford to be done just yet.

With what resolve remain and much to your chagrin, you pull free of the work of his mouth and shuffled down on the couch. You align the begging tip of his cock with your entrance and gasp brokenly as you lower yourself, letting him drive home in your. You are sensitive in ways you have not feel before, it dance with pain like a lover, the ache igniting the pleasure, the pleasure fanning the ache.

The buck of his hips are gentle, he has been flirting so dangerously with his own climax long before you bury him in your once more. He is taken by the sight of yours gingerly meeting his pace, hat still perch on your head, eyes glimmering with something beyond love. You are what he has been waiting his whole life for, even if he hasn't known it. When your hand find his cheek, brushing along his temple as you push your hips over his, he feel the coil beginning to snap, wound too tight by your heat, by your love, by your tenderness.

When he comes, it was with a bliss so entire that he was silent for a moment. It is only when the final wave of his orgasm subsides that he finally dragged in a rabid, shattered breath. He is certain you could hear his heartbeat through his sweat-beaded skin, though you can feel it in his groin, feel it hammering against of yours where they were still joined.

He finally surrenders, drawing his softening length from your with a mutual howl. You, in turn, slip the hat from your head on the floor, suddenly overcome by a pervasive vulnerability. You fit yourself into the space beside him on the couch, nuzzling against the crook of his neck with a sated smile, covering your nakedness with whatever the borrowed hat would cover.

“So... who won?” you ask suddenly, the toll of their escapade evident in the grain in your voice.

“Well, me, of course. Who can win beside me, huh?” his grin is rugged.

You swat at him playfully, rolling eyes. “Let's call it a draw. Is... is that how it works?” you giggle, delirium infecting your mind.

He kisses your forehead, the damp line of hair. “No. But I win either way,” he chucked your bottom lip, tilting your face towards his. “Because I have you, my lovely girl.”

[witerh]

Lapdance || re:id husband!leon

NSFW!

warnings: soft/dom, teases, no penetration sex, slap on the butt, dick grinding, hip stimulation, orgasm on the back

rating: mature

summary: leon was working and you were bored, you had nothing to do so you went to distract him. To keep his wife from being sad, he decided to entertain you up.

Your husband works all the time, not a minute of free time, honestly. You notice how Leon gets tired beyond measure and again starts drinking alcohol and falling asleep when sleep itself turns off. You, as a caring wife, don't like this. Leon should rest more often or at least have boundaries between rest and work. At least take care of his own well-being.

You're unlucky that he's a workaholic...

He must be in his home office, again filling out important paperwork after missions to hand in to the White House. Dinner had been prepared for a long time, everything in the house was clean, so you were very bored.

Books don't interest you at all right now, just like tv and phone. This deathly silence irritates you to the point of madness, so why not visit your husband?

You carefully turned the handle and opened the door inside; it was empty inside, only the smell of coffee was here. It was strange, he was usually always in his home office.

The search around the house began, but fortunately you quickly found it in your shared bedroom. He managed to move there with a laptop while you were watching tv. Сunningly.

His glasses slid down the bridge of his nose, his fingers fluttered over the keyboard, typing something important. He didn't notice you at first, but when he heard rustling noises, he lifted his head and saw you in the doorway.

"Darling?" he asks, looking at the confusion on your face. "Were you looking for me?"

"Yeah," you nodded and climbed onto the bed next to him, looking at the laptop screen and laying your head on the pillow. "Did your back get stiff from that chair?"

"There's that, gotta lie down more often, you know," he sighed and turned his head toward you while his laptop was on his lap. You wished you could be that laptop which on his desk, then on his thighs... “Is something wrong?”

"No, no, everything is fine!" you bit your lower lip when those tired blue eyes looked. "I'm just bored at home and want to have some fun..."

"Is tv boring you yet? What a spoiled wife..." he jokes with a smile on his lips, wrinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes and lips. "All the money will go just to entertain you."

"Hey, don't say that!" you are not seriously angry at his words but you pout, which makes him grin even more, revealing his toothy grin that you adored. "Then I want you to entertain me then, since you are so annoying asshole. Pfft!"

"Is that so?" he laughs and enjoys this silly conversation. "If my wife demands it, then let me finish my work and..."

"No! I want it right now." you mock your husband with a cheeky smile and not letting him finish.

"Okay, okay, whatever you say, darling", he laughed deeply and his attention was distracted for a second only to save the document in his laptop and close it. Hands grabbed the edges of the laptop lifted it with ease and placed it on the nightstand. "Now your husband is entirely at your disposal."

You nod happily and climb on top of him, feeling the warmth of his thighs and torso through his clothes. Your butt landed right where the laptop was, causing him to sigh hoarsely. He was sure that a few more of these actions would make his dick hard.

"Movie, games, hugs?" you offer it to him and his hands fall on your hips.

"There's an answer like, you?"

"Huh?! I was just kidding, Leon..."

"And I don't."

You looked at him with wide eyes, first in confusion, then in embarrassment. You were both silent right now; he was looking at your sundress, and you were looking at him. He loved the way that light dress hugged your curves, making his mind tight for the thoughts.

"Turn around for me, okay? I want to look at this cute little dress from all sides..." he asks you for a favor, but you nod, not yet understanding what he wants from you. "Well done, well done."

"What are you planning?" you turn your head towards him as he admires the view of your lower back and his fingers run along your spine.

"I will entertain you as you asked", he raises an eyebrow, noticing your curiosity and his finger circles and lingers on the fabric of your clothes, going lower and lower. "This is what you wanted, right?"

"Umm... yes..." your cheeks turn red, you get lost under this look and these teasing touches. You feel his knuckles crawling under your sundress just to lift it higher for a more chic look.

"Oh, darling", he whistles softly, seeing the elastic of your underwear. "Wet."

"Fuck, Leon." You hiss, his touch driving you crazy. He knocks a special sigh out of you when he squeezes one of your cheeks with a light laugh. "You're playing with fire, you know?"

"Yes, I know", he says confidently and his gaze falls on his bulge in his pants. "Feel it? Rub yourself against my cock and maybe I'll reward you later."

The reward sounded good, didn't it? You had to try hard: arch your back and rub your gorgeous thighs against his erection in his sweatpants. The friction was wonderful, and Leon's sigh confirmed it. He leaned back on the bed, watching this, using only his hands for support.

"That's it, good. Continue." His hand cupped your cheek, massaging it in a firm grip, stroking with his thumb and kneading with his others until his bump ran perfectly up and down your panties. Letting go of one, he moved to the other cheek, giving as much attention as he could give right now.

"F-fuck.." your lips trembled when this seemingly ordinary stimulation reached your pussy. You became sensitive, your sighs united in the bedroom along with his grunts.

With his other free hand, he reached up, pushing aside the fabric of your underwear to reveal your dripping crotch. This lapdance works with both of you, he loves the way you do it for him with your butt.

"You're doing so well, my dear... Come on, rub against me." he teases and lifts your panties, then pushing them away, then trying to take them off while you are doing the friction. For more sensitivity, you even had to lie down on his legs with your body and work exclusively with your pelvis.

"You drive me so crazy, Leon..." sigh. "When are you coming in, mmhm?"

You turn around, look at him with half-open eyes, and he just smirks: "Not soon. You still have some work to do with me."

Unexpectedly for you, he slapped you on the cheek, the sound echoed through the bedroom and you shuddered: this slap gave a pleasant wave right into your panties. Oh!

Entertainment was creative for you, you had never encountered such friction before. These are completely new feelings and therefore completely sincere emotions, right? For your husband, this was no longer enough — his patience was running out.

You gave him a few moments just for him to pull his cock out of his pants with his hand, rubbing it with his palm a little roughly, smearing precum along its entire length. "Ready for more?"

Your reaction was terribly slow right now, you didn't have time to process his words but he was patient, he let you think about it before noticing what he did for you — a small encouragement for your shared pleasure right now.

His head pressed into your soft skin, almost into the soft red imprint of his palm on your bottom. The comfortingly warm liquid blurred and covered you and your panties. The spectacle is unforgettable for Leon.

His heavy hand returned to its place, helping again and supporting your ass, controlling it as he wanted in lust. His cock was being taken from all sides, from yours hips, panties and ass. Maybe you both should change your stereotypes: it’s good enough for you to work and for him to rest, and then you can come up with something else so that you can rest in his arms and he can entertain you like the best girl, just for him alone.

"Does that feel good?" you croaked, fingers digging into the sheets, feeling a pleasant tingle in your panties, but the focus wasn't on your pussy right now. You hope that later he will pick you up, lay you down on the pillows, and climb into your panties and not let go until you scream his god damn name: «Leon!»

"Yes, darling. So good enough that you're a 100% contender for the award. Do you believe me?" maybe it's teasing but you believe him, and he giggles quietly. He still hasn't taken off his glasses, it's nice to see a clear picture of you burying your nose in the sheets in a silent groan.

Your mind is empty, your hips are clicking, spinning, hugging his cock, giving him complete release. His knuckles are squeezing you in pleasure, and the other is supporting the member so that it does not slip away in this dirty place.

You weren't close yet, but you could already feel your moisture running down the back of your thigh — a sign that you were also feeling good. The fingers managed to catch the droplets and smear them on the buttocks.

All this consists only of stimulation but you both feel like you are in heaven, Leon especially because he is already close; breathing became heavier, sighs became more frequent, even growling was heard and you felt it on yourself along with his pull on your body. He pulled you towards him and then back, using your wet ass as he needed, and you didn't object.

"Darling, I'm close", he warns and tries to control himself, but it won't work out well. "Will you be offended if I launch your cute sundress...?"

He spoke with a hint of desperation: you are so beautiful in this dress, he can't help himself when he sees you in it.

Too good. Too elegant. Too perfect.

"No, I was just planning to wash it..." You don't mind, because you managed to get it a little dirty while cooking. It's okay, right?

He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard your agreement. At that moment, as if on time, he felt tension in his balls, an aching feeling, and he was losing control. His hand grabbed the base with a fist and a couple more strokes and threads of sperm ended up on your lower back.

"Oh, my god..." he gasps and leans back completely against the bed, resting and catching his breath as you climbed off his hips.

"Hey, don't go. You need a reward, now." he says and hugs you, pulling you closer into his arms. "Don't pay attention to the fact that I'm suffocating. Now lie down and let me take care of my beloved wife now..."

[witerh]

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[witerh]

To have. To hold. To breed. || husband re: vendetta!leon

NSFW!

warnings: fluff, soft/dom, reader!housewife, kisses, on the table, pussy eating, hole inspection, fingering, mating prees, deep fuck, ovulation, impreg, aftercare

notes: i admired asmr, lmao

rating: mature

summary: leon step through the front door, he accosted by his woman. the smell of your cooking, the sound of your moving about in the kitchen. he have no choice but to follow his senses. when he sees you, all sweet and lush and prettied up for him, every ounce of tiredness in his body fades and the only thing on his mind becomes...

It's already sparkling outside, darkness fills the horizon and the noise and smell of cooking fills your home. You were standing at the stove, preparing dinner in the form of chicken and a side dish.

The muffled roar of a motorcycle distracts you, because most likely…

It is your husband coming home from work.

Leon’s life as a government agent was full of danger and chaos — his missions took him to the darkest corners of the world, and it often felt like he was married to his job, not to you.

The traumas were already in his brain dented with nightmares and memories as if for the first time. Every mission weighs on Leon more than the last. He hasn’t been the same since Raccoon City, and every year seems to put more strain on him than the last.He’s getting older now. His line of work has never given him the opportunity to settle down and start a family — not that any girl would want a guy who drunk himself half to death.

But you are like someone else and despite the obstacles of his work you were able to become something more than friends.Now you and Leon have been together for many years, not counting the year of your marriage. There were hard times and pleasant things, but you always got through it together.

He tries to spend more time with you, to be closer and more open, to communicate more with friends and acquaintances. This attempt to get rid of the burden of the past helps.

The smile has begun to appear on his face much more often when he is in your pleasant and cozy company. He is already on the mend and may be able to get rid of his nightmares.

Thanks to the psychologist.

Leon was coming home from work after hours of nonstop reports and paperwork, the younger recruits dumping all of their mess onto the old man. He fiddled with his keys before opening the front door to his house, huffing to himself as he stepped inside and shut the door behind him.He quickly stripped off his jacket, hanging it up before going further into the not quiet house. All faded away as he saw his precious little wife cooking on the kitchen; this gorgeous view from the back along with a fitted apron and a cute bow at the back, this hand stirring something (which he is always sure of it) delicious in a frying pan.

Wrinkles appeared on his handsome face when he smiled and you immediately noticed his steps.

Familiar arms wrapped around your waist, his broad chest pressed against your back while he inhaled your scent against your neck. “Well aren’t you a beauty standing at the stove… beautiful as a picture for me”, he whispers into the crook of your neck.

“Hey, Leon”, he doesn’t see your smile but you are very happy to see him. You turned your head towards him to catch a glimpse of him melting in your presence. “You should take a shower and then you can hug as much as you want.”

“I know I’m all dirty, but let me hold you for a moment.” He breathes deeply and fully. “I just need my girl in my arms.”

But despite your words, he doesn’t leave you, just sighs deeply and hums. Finally, he can relax from all this paperwork.

“I missed you, princess”, he surrenders in your arms, his shoulder muscles relaxing. “The work was hard, I had to take on all the work myself… These recruits can’t be relied upon.”

“All this time I could only think about how I would return home to my sweet wife.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, swear on my heart”, he confesses to you. “I knew you’d be here, beautiful, sweet smelling, with something on the table to fill my belly. Remind me why I work so hard…”

He falls silent again, closes his eyes and breathes calmly while you work over the stove. But something catches his attention, causing him to open his eyes and move his head off your shoulder, but not pull away from your back. He tilted his head to the side, and damn, a smile appeared on his lips at the sight before his eyes. His eyes were already sparkling with joy and it seemed like the fatigue had instantly fallen from his shoulders.

“Hold on now, what is this?” He laughs deeply, grinning toothily. “You’re already trying to push your fat ass against my cock, like if you’re hungry for it… Are you desperate yet, baby?”

“Mhmm,” you bites bottom lip and your back arches slightly. You’re sure he’s noticed it too. “Yes, I am. I need you so much, Le—…”

“Yeah?” he asks again, interrupting you mid-sentence and you were left with your mouth open in bewilderment. “Here’s how… I need to see myself make sure my sweet wife needs «help» as much as she says.”

He pulled away from you, turned and looked around the table set: lace tablecloth with plates and forks and this is for you both this evening. You always set the table for your dinner or breakfast. Everything has to be perfect, right?

“Every night you set this table so pretty, even when it’s just you and me sitting at it.” he moans in pleasure looking at all this beauty. “As much as I want to ruin that, I need something to lay you down on.”

He admired and still admires this, that you bring everything to perfection, but now it interferes a little with his plans. He pushed the plates away with his hand, making a dull thud as the dishes smashed against each other, causing you to look back at the sound.

At one point he grabs your hand and gently pushes you onto the edge of the table that he cleared especially for you. “Mhmm… There you go.” he guides you, helping you to sit more comfortably. “Lie down right here, precious.”

“Keep your legs over this table, push your butt against edge…” He nods, watching as you try to do as he asks. “There you go, good girl…”

“Now spread those pretty thighs open.”You spread your legs, looking puzzled at Leon and his face as he examines what’s under the apron. And you’re there without panties: as strange as it may seem, you were already wet. That's nature.

“Look at this delicious little pussy,” he notices teasingly, leaning closer to your core. “You’re already hungry for it, aren’t you?

”His breath touched your sensitive skin and it was pleasant — you could admit it but with great defeat. If only you knew that you had already lost...

“Oh!” you sigh and blush at his words. You can’t just give in to your husband and tell him that you missed him all day. “What are you talking about?…”

“You know what am i talking about right now. It’s all juices on your thighs… they flow down right on your ass on…” he notices, looking up at your face and then back between your legs. “Let me give my hands under knees to open you up.”

You didn’t object, you just spread your legs even more for him to make it easier. Your fingers tightened on the edge of the table, your knuckles even turned white.

His strong hands grabbed you under the knee, the other placed on his shoulder as he brought his face closer to your pussy. His hot breath fanned over your lower lips.

“God damn, sweetheart… she’s so pretty that I just wanna…”

Lips pressed against your pussy, wrapping them around your clit, kissing and licking, giving and encouraging attention to this pearl. He heard your surprised cry with pleasure and pushed him to go further, but your legs reflexively wanted to squeeze together, to which he looked up at you.It was hard to resist locking his legs together and he chuckled because of it.

“Ohh… Nah-huh, baby, they stay open for as long as I want it be,” He pouts weakly, pretending to be offended. “Don’t pretend you don’t want it.”

“Don’t pretend you just accidentally forgot to put on panties this morning.”

“Damn, you found me out,” you laughed. “Okay, I won't. Just don't stop, okay?”

He nods with satisfaction at your answer. “Mhmm, good. So keep those gorgeous thighs open for me…”

The tongue flicks at your clit, sucking and lightly touching it with his lips, but quickly replacing the pain with his lips. He changed and played with the clit, using his tongue first and then his lips, making you go crazy.

He explores your vagina, giving it his time and attention, for which you are so grateful to him. He is already skilled at this and it is not difficult for him to go down a little lower… and, oh, your humming encourage him as his tongue penetrates you, so full of your juices.

Leon enjoys your excited sighs, even a little proud that he can satisfy his little wife like this.The tip of the nose does not forget to replace his lips and presses enough while he works a little lower and wets his bristles which gently tickles you.

“Fuck, you are just flowing,” he is breathing heavily. “…I swear I can do this all day… all night.”

“Oh my God, Leon”, you grip his hair tightly, guiding him with a strong grip. “I feel so go-o-od… Please don’t stop..”

“You like it, huh?” he smiles weakly and does not resist your fingers, allowing herself to be your puppet. “Of course you like it when I run my tongue over your needy clit…”

Based on his words, he lifts his head and again his tongue attacks your clit, circling it with the tip and lubricating it with warm saliva. From your clit he moves down again, painfully slowly, making your body shudder with need.

“Fuck, I love the way your pussy looks after I run my tongue all over it,” He moves his face away a couple of centimeters to see what he has done to you. “…What if I just run my thumb over this littlе clit just like…”

And your “ahh!” reaction makes him laugh deeply and keep his thumb pinched a little longer for fun. “Tha-at’s, baby…”

His hands were getting tired of holding your hips, and as much as he wanted to explore you with his tongue, he had to use his fingers to do it. You don't mind, do you?

“Put your hands behind your knees, keep your legs open for your husband, sweetheart,” he still leaves your pussy unattended in order to remove his hands from under your knees. “so that he could carefully these holes looking over…”

“Yes…” you nod and as quickly as possible replace his strong grip with your weaker one.

Pulling his face away a little, his fingers came into play. His index finger began to circle around your vagina, collecting all your moisture and his saliva. “This little pussy looks so tight…”

“It doesn’t matter how many times I fuck her, right?” he raises an eyebrow at you and then at your pussy before carefully starting to enter inside. “She always hugs me, good and tight.”

“Damn.. yea-ah,” You grit your teeth, feeling all the moisture surrounding his long finger. “She was made for you.”

“Ohhh, look how it flows…” He draws your and his attention to this, already noticing how the juices have moved to his knuckles. “Is this pussy really desperate for my cock, sweetheart?”

“That’s little hole beg me to hurry up and come inside?” At his next tease, you nod desperately, asking for the little he can do for you: “Please don’t stop looking me over.. and hurry up, I want your dick.”

“Okay, baby, okay. I’m not giving you dick yet, i’m don’t stop looking you over.” he comforts you, running his hand over your cheek. “I have to make sure my sweet wife is okay, right?”

“Yes, you are right, Leon,” You nod, looking at him and agreeing, because he can’t leave his wife desperate and needy on their kitchen table.

“Safe and ready to breed up, nice and full…” he ponders, looking again at your dripping pussy. “I can give you something… how about the finger?”

“The finger?” you ask him again with interest.

“Maybe one of your thumbs will help cool this hot pussy down a little?” he looks up at your face and asks you because he wants you to enjoy. “Howdo you think?”

“Yes, I want your finger,”

“Let’s see…”

His finger penetrates into the hot place inside you, where it is so hot and wet. Your walls squeeze his knuckles so hard that he can only breathe deeply.

“Damn it, precious, did you follow all the rules for me?”

“Make sure nothing gets in that pussy until daddy gets in there…” he praises, his finger begins to pump inside you, starting at a slow pace and touching your vulnerable spots so that you bend over on this edge of the table. “No wonder you’re so eager for it.”

“Uh-huh, I was only waiting for you…” you hum with ragged breaths as he tortures you with this tempo and those blue eyes right on yours. “I need you.”

“You are here alone, in this house, all day, and you have nothing to feed on except thoughts and memories”, he assumes and now gives you what you wanted all day while he was not in your cozy corner. He is already trying to correct your situation with his finger. “I guess it’s clear now why you crave my dick every time I step foot in the door everyday…”

The pace suddenly quickened, your juices flowing down your thighs and further down to your ass cheeks. His face leans closer and he kisses the tip of your nose, blowing his hot breath on your hot face: “Damn, you’re too wet today, baby.”

“Just look at your ass… it’s all wet too.” he thoughts and pulls away from your face still continuously stretching you before stopping and returning her gaze to you. “Speaking of…”

He pulls his finger out with a wet pop and he immediately hears your whine through clenched teeth. The emptiness inside you didn’t suit you at all. “Hush, hush, hush, don’t cry, sweetie. Daddy will be inside you again soon.”

“You have one more hole I need to check on,” he consoles you with assured words. “Even if I don’t use it today, it’s my husband’s responsibility to make sure, that his wife is in top shape… and that includes her tight little ass.”

You choked. Your walls gripped him tightly and he sighed heavily. He hasn’t fucked you in the ass for a long time, so now you’re squeezing him like a vice.

“Fuck… looks like this cute little hole is hungry too,” He puffs and moves his finger back and forth. “I might have to make an effort to use it more often… to make sure she gets as much love as your little pussy.”

The finger began to move more actively inside your hole, to stretch you and tease you enough to hear “aghh” of yours in response.

“Your juices are everywhere. Atta girl.” he remarks with a cheerful tone, looking at how your pussy is oozing more and more. “On me, on you, on the tablecloth.”

A light trickle of your arousal flows right down your ass and he enjoys watching it. So wonderful. But he had to let your holes rest for a moment because his patience was running out.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he announces to you, hearing your whining, because he left you empty. “I need in.”

His fingers unfasten his belt with a loud thud, followed by his fly. His trousers are slightly below his knees. He bares his cock, grabbing the base and using his fist to stroke himself a couple of times, even though precum has already appeared on the tip.

“Are you ready, honey?” he asks to which you nod and say the cherished “yes”. He accepts your answer and, gripping the base, enters you with a heavy sigh.

He allow himself to run the tip of his cock over your wet folds, down and up, and then along before gently entering. He sighs feeling you squeeze him tightly.

“Fuck… that’s it, honey, I’ve got your legs.” With a strong grip, he replaces your hands and does not allow you to twitch. “Mhmm… thank you for holding on to them for such a long time.”

“Time to do all the work for daddy”, he sighs. “Just let me pull your knees up by your ears and stick this dick deep…”

He does as he said, pinning your knees between the table and his strong hands to increase the pace inside you.

“Fuck, that’s it baby, you can take it”, he praises you and strokes your hair with his free hand tenderly despite his careless thrusts. “Do you like it when I’m so deep inside you?”

“Yes, yes, I like it…” moan. and another moan flew from your lips as you looked at him through your eyelashes. “Don’t stop…”

“I didn’t mean that, darling”, he grins at you, baring his teeth in a toothy grin. “Tell daddy he owns you, baby,” sigh “Tell daddy that you belong to him,” sigh “Tell daddy that your little holes are meant for him and him alone.”

“You own me, I belong to you, all my holes are meant for you and only for you”, you gasp and swallow hard as you try to think. “This is just for you.”

“I never get tired of hearing this”, he moves his hand lower and grabs your wrists, trapping them in “shackles” from his strong grip. “But your body is fucking happy to let me know that.”

His hips snap against yours as he claims you on the kitchen table. The room filled with the obscene sounds you both made in the haze of lust.

His head dropped down and he began kissing your neck, watching as your head fell back and your eyes closed as he thrust especially deep.

“Shh”, he sighs between kisses on your skin. “Don’t forget to breathe.”He licks your full skin, wrapping his lips around it and leaving a light hickey on your skin before pulling away again and watching his mark before looking back down at your connection. Your cheeks are red.

“Mhmh… clings to my cock every time I pull it out, covering everywhere with juices”, he notices with a grin, watching how your pussy absolutely doesn’t want to let him go from her grip. Just like you. “It’s fucking impossible to just get out of you. Atta girl.”

A small growl escaped his lips as you hugged him tighter due to his teasing. You panted beneath him, chest rising and falling. He knocks hoarse moans out of your throat.

“Please, don’t stop, Leon..!” you hiccup, your slick hips jerking in response, creating a pleasant friction between you both. “You won’t pull it out when you cum, right?”

“Please, don’t pull it out!”

“Hush, darling. Don’t worry, don’t cry. Daddy won’t pulling out.” he consoles between kisses. “You forgot that I have access to the calendar on your phone too…”

He leans closer, lowering his voice: “I know you’re ovulating.”

“Ahh?!” you sigh and get annoyed because he hid it and now he uses it as a tease. He pulls away with a laugh, hearing your gasps and grinning toothily.

“I’m going to impregnate that pussy, baby”, he promises, almost putting his hand on his heart. “I gonna fill you up so that in a few months you will be bare and pregnant in this kitchen… with proof of my love for you growing in this pretty little belly…”

His promise hangs in the air and you, knowing his tenacity to follow through, already know what he will actually do. But you don't mind. You've long dreamed of children, of that family from glossy magazines or movies..."

“Yes... get me pregnant Leon, please.... I need in this so-o-o ba-a-ad-d...”

you're pulling the letters and it's a fat hint that you're so desperate in your own words. You really need that pregnant belly. With the thought of pregnancy, your walls contracted around his cock as if by reflex and he sighed with sensitivity.

“I feel you tightening around me, darling,” he notices. “Is my dick rubbing against your precious place?”

“Mh-mhmm,” you nod to him in mute agreement. “Is that so, precious?” he raised an eyebrow though he knew it was true. He just wanted to hear your words, not your mooing. “Use your words.”

To accurately get his point across he clicks his hips against yours, reaching almost to the cervix. He didn't hurt you, but it made you shudder.

“Y-yes... you're rubbing against my place...!”

“Let me play with this soaked clit,” he offers you teasingly, releasing your hands from his grip to pay attention to your pearl. “Let’s see how long it takes you to …—”

“That's what you need to cum, isn't it?" It was the last straw for your patience: your back arched, your thighs clenched desperately as you trembled and squirted onto him. You finally got your discharge for that excruciatingly long evening of combined teasing and research. You really walked a thin tightrope, at the risk of getting lost in your own hands of pleasure with your husband (as it happened).

“Leon!” you moan his name with stars in your eyes and a dryness in your mouth. You need air and he slowed down so that his sweet wife wouldn't suffocate under him.

“Fuck..” he clenches his teeth. “You’re still fucking clinging me.”

He could feel your spasms inside, the way your walls desperately hugged his cock as you came on top of him.

"I can't help it, honey", you exhale and cool down under the symphony of his thrusts, you're getting aroused again.

“Milk all the cum out of me”, he orders softly. “Make me make you have a baby!” He needed you as much as if he were the last man in the desert and you were an oasis.

The thrusts became uncontrollable, a growl escaping his lips.

Leon enjoyed these just as much as you did; he needed to be buried inside you to death, he wanted to feel your squeezing walls around him forever. Those dirty thoughts drove him to orgasm.

One more push and he exploded inside you, making another push.... a push, and one more push. The force was exhausted, but the power of wanting to make your family with baby (or even two) more was stronger. He would be glad to see everyone.

“Nah-huh, don’t move”, he mumbles to you, noticing your movements. “I need to fill you with cum deep…”

In a couple minutes that seemed like moments to both of you, he was able to catch his breath enough and freeze inside you to make sure every drop got inside of you. He brought his face closer to you and finally let your knees off his hands only to hug your face with the palms of his hands

“I’m going out, precious”, he whispers in your ear, allowing you to relax a little. “But don’t move, I’ll carry you to the bed, okay?”

“Okay, I won’t move.”

With a wet pop, he pulled his soft cock out of your depths and semen began to spurt out of you right onto the kitchen tablecloth. You rest in his arms as he lifts you up with ease and holds your knees and back, holding you close to him. Your arms wrap around his neck. When he carried you to bed, you lay there while he started looking for some napkins to take care of you. “Will there be a second round?”

“No, the second round will be later”, he laughs. “I’m going to run you a bath and then make you take a nap.”

“You know, I love it when my wife looks well-rested and well take careful.”

“Will you join me?” you asked him, tilting your head to the side.

“My hunger for food can wait, you know?" he laughs deeply running a napkin over your genitals "Of course I'll join." You just laughed tiredly and kissed his cheekbones, hugging him and bringing his face closer so that your breath burned each other faces.

"What do you wanna choose: bubbles or a bath bomb?" He is thinking and needs your help in choosing. "I want..." you think before you answer him: "both."

"Both? My spoiled girl..."

thanks for reading!

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Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart! || husband re:di daddy!leon

NSFW!

warnings: porn with a plot, fluff and smut, comfort, cook in the kitchen, blowjob, face riding, cunnilingus, pet names: «baby girl», «princess», «baby»

note: Happy Valentine's Day to you! I admired the idea of one of the drabbles, so thanks to the author for the idea! (I lost it, eh)

rating: mature

summary: you wakes up early to make you two breakfast so that it makes him happy on valentine's day after his mission!

all rights reserved!|| valentine's day event!!

With the sun rays flowing in through the curtains, your eyes flutter open, your blurred vision focusing in on the gorgeous man lying near you.

You start the night laying on his chest, but after turning through the night, you two never failed to end up in this position.

You thrived on the feeling of his heavy palms on the yours body, his nose snuggled deep into the crook of your neck, hot breath burns your sensitive skin and his herculean arms wrapped around you enough so that you weren’t going anywhere; not on this morning.

His snoring was not quiet, but you learned to love it. It become the music to your ears with the opening of eyes.

And it only takes you a few seconds for it to get it. A couple of flutters of eyelashes and awakening came with the thought that this it...

It’s Valentine’s Day.

You smiled weakly, excited about all things you have planned for Leon. It was necessary to part with the warm bed and sneak out of the bedroom (don't forgot about softly kiss his forehead) and into the kitchen.

You weren’t too worried, though. Leon didn’t get to sleep in a lot like this due to his work, but when he did. You were safe. You start listing in your head all the things you wanted to make for him.

You were a jack of all trades in the kitchen. He loved coming home from missions, leaving his bike helmet to the side while he reached out to you as you cooked a hot dinner. His mouth is already watering at the sight of the warm plate on the kitchen table.

Gratitude in the form of a juicy kiss on the lips. Oh, shit!

You slave away in the kitchen, frying the wafers and topping them with cream and sliced strawberries, making sure everything was perfect.

You go to check on the sleeping husband. He’s still knocked out thankfully, except he’s on his back now, hugging a pillow.

You notice that the blanket wasn’t on him anymore, which allowed you a beautiful view: his dark hair sprinkled with hints of gray tussled from his sleep. His thick neck, chest and arms, peppered with dark hair as well, resting beautifully. His soft midsection, rising and falling with each snore. Near his happy trail was a prominent tent, the print of his huge dick tightening his briefs.

You bit your bottom lip at his morning wood. God, this man was too perfect for his own good.

You could feel yourself salivate as you remind yourself of all the other things you had to get to like decorations or lighting the candles or the rose petals… It doesn’t take much for you to give into your urges. He won’t miss the candles or any decorations anyways…

He’ll appreciate what you’re about to do way more.

You silently climb onto the foot of the bed, your face dangerously close to the bulge. You give it a small caress, your hands gently molding around the shaft on top of the fabric of his boxers. You look up when you evoke a barely audible groan from Leon , who’s still asleep.

You apply just a little more pressure in your next caress, this time making his dick twitch and his hips faintly buck up into your hand, his instinctive neediness signaling you to proceed with your lustful endeavor. You then lift the band of his boxers, his completely hardened cock immediately springing up.

You have to literally suck in your lips to muffle a moan. Your eyes drink in his perfectly shaped bush at the end of his delicious happy trail, the pumped veins going up his shaft, the singular drop of pre-cum already running down, and finally his fat tip. He was perfect.

You use the juice already there as lubricant, slowly stroking his dick, the other hand on his thick, hairy thigh for support. You start to feel Leon‘s thighs contract and hips slightly bucking up some more, little grunts escaping his lips. His arms tense up as well, his muscles clenching around the poor pillow. His small, slow thrusts drove you crazy, not able to wait any longer to put your mouth to use.

You test the waters by giving his tip soft licks, swirling your tongue on it in lazy, annoyingly slow circles.

This grants you a few quiet hums from him, his belly and round pecs rising and falling faster, his body telling you to keep going for him. Faint «mmhm's» were sighed in his sleep, brows furrowed, lips in a pout; signs that you were doing amazing. You then take him in completely, hollowing out your mouth for him as much as you possibly can, because as mentioned before, this man is big.

You bob your head slowly a few times. It’s when you pull him out with a wet pop! and start treating it like your own popsicle does his eyes finally slowly open, his lips curling when he looks down at his now very cock drunk girlfriend with a satisfied smirk. His chuckle is low and silk-like, his morning voice making your cunt clench around nothing.

"Well," his breathing remains labored, his jaw hanging open, "Good morning to you too, —… Mmfuck." He says as you maintain eye contact, your lips wrapped around his long and thick member, tongue tracing along a vein.

You pull away with a wet smack before saying: "Happy Valentine’s Day, Daddy", in the most sing song tone of voice. Leon tuts at your adorable yet seductive response, "Hey baby, so thoughtful good to me…do that again..." he pleads. "Oh!"

"Like this, Daddy?” You ask, lapping your tongue over his tip just the way he likes it. "Oh-oh fuck… yeah, just like that, princess, go-o-od girl-l-l..." his head falls back against the headboard for a moment to sigh before looking back down at you again, seeing his balls in your mouth as your thumb works on his sensitive tip almost making him instantly burst.

You know he’s getting close when he starts panting, propping himself on his elbows and reaching a hand out to your scalp, gently applying pressure now that he’s in your mouth again.

“Aw shit…. I’m close, baby, almost there… fuck, takin’ my fat cock so well, princess…” He mutters apologies and thank you’s as he relentlessly rams into your mouth, his bush managing to meet the tip of your nose almost every time. He growls as he starts greedily thrusting his hips, face fucking his release into you.

You take your sweet time pulling him out of lips, making sure to get every drop, your eyes on his the entire time. Once he’s out of your mouth, he sees you swallow, "Open," and you do as he asks, "ehh, so-o good girlie!"

You begin to sit up, wiping your mouth, "Only for you, baby… C'mon, there’s some things in the kitchen for yo—"

“Whoa-whoa-whoa,” He grabs your hand as you’re about to leave the bed and pulls you toward himself, “I didn’t say we were finished, did I?”

You fall into the bed again, Leon guiding your hips onto his lap as he sloppily makes out with you, his tongue practically down your throat.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he mumbles against your lips. He lays back down on the bed, “C’mere, pretty.”

He brings his hands up to his face motioning for you to sit on your «throne».

Placing your hands on his body for support, you scoot your way up to his face, Leon’s grin getting wider as your wet cunt comes into full view. “So perfect for me, fuck,” His voice is sweet and tender now, planting a few equally tender kisses on your inner thighs, making sure to show them some love before you squeeze his head between them like a plushie.

“You are such a beauty, you know that, baby? Wanna make you feel good, baby.”

“Mhm,” You nod, biting your lip as the breath of his voice tickles your womanhood.

If Leon could, he would just live in between your thighs just like this for all of eternity. His absolute favorite place in the whole world.

Your hands use the edge of the headboard as support, tentatively hovering your hips over his face as he showers your inner thighs with loving pecks and nibbles, the smack of his lips making your pussy clench again. One of his big hands steadies your hips with a tight grip, the other moving your panties aside to reveal your unshaven lips. "Prettiest pussy ever. Fuck, you’re so wet, princess, did I do that?"

You sigh when his lips kiss your clit, his tongue following shortly after by flicking it a couple times. You hear him grunt beneath you after having to lift his head off the bed to reach your hole. "Baby, sit down. All of your body weight." He's short with his words. It sounds more like an order than a request.

"But Leon—" He breathes out, "You're really testing my patience, baby." And with that, his massive hands wrap firmly around your waist and pull you down, a yelp falling from your mouth as he feasts on your sensitive pussy. Leon is the definition of a munch. His head movement adds to the stimulation, moving it up and down, side to side.

His nose, the perfect size and shape that brushes against your clit while he simultaneously slurps and tongue fucks your cunt. The vibrations of his «mmph» the scruff of his face rubbing against your inner thighs, and softly pressing your clit between his tongue and front teeth were the cherry on top.

Your sounds are pornographic as he eats you out. When you're unable to sit up straight anymore due to the immense pleasure, you lean back, hands landing behind you on his soft pecs, pushing into them in an effort to get some kind of break, but Leon wasn't having it. Plus, he was way stronger than you.

A small part of you wondered how he was going so long without coming up for air, but you quickly answer your own question when you remember that your man loves to eat, and when he does, he’s like a starved man. Each time you pushed, his grasp only got stronger, but as much as you pushed, you truthfully didn't want him to stop. Ever.

"L-leon…" sigh, "I-I can't," you cry, unable to speak without stopping mid-sentence to let out a whine, "I'm so close, Daddy, don't stop, please, don't stop-don't stop!" You became a broken record, all sense leaving your body.

The only thing on your mind was Leon's mouth ravishing your weeping cunt. You sat forward again, now tugging on his hair, making him hum further. "Mmmph, fuck!... don't worry... I'll give you whatever you want,"

You began to literally ride his face, desperately chasing your climax with his hands slapping against your ass. Leon was in heaven with this view, bucking his own hips into the air from how perfect you looked like this.

“Mmm… such a dirty fuckin’ girl you're,” smack, “wakin' me up like this…” smack. An octave lower, and the wet, sucking sounds of his mouth helped uncoil the knot in your stomach, bursting on his handsome face.

Your hips stutter and your jaw falls open when you cum, Leon greedily drinking in your juices as if he’s been stranded on the Sahara for set weeks. You could’ve split his skull into two, that’s how hard you pressed your thighs together, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Leon finally let you go, allowing you to sit on his chest now, both of you catching your breaths.

He smirks back up at you, and you roll your eyes, blushing. "Awww, my princess gets all shy when I make her cum, ehhh?" With Leon’s big hands as support and guidance, he rolls over, so he’s still in between your legs, but you’re now the bottom, and him the top.

Then he goes in for a romantic kiss on the lips. You feel safe and taken care of while feeling his body weight on you again, his muscles against yours and his big muscly arms wrapped securely around you.

You can feel his cock twitch against your too much stimulated cunt, completely soaked from his second climax from simply eating you out, no doubt. He moves any hair on your face aside, caressing your cheek when he does. "Happy Valentine’s Day, baby girl. Have I told you how much I love you?"

You manage a tired smile, “I love you, too.” you chuckle, “Oh! I completely forgot you must be hungry, baby…” you say, as you start getting up.

He gently stops you, and you lay back near him.

"Baby, I think I was very hungry before, but you fed me."

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02 HEADCANON! || boyfriend re:vendetta!leon/ boyfriend re:vendetta!chris — love relationship/ sfw

bike helmets — Leon didn't use helmets all the time when riding a bike because he wasn't even there. He didn’t care about it and didn’t even think about safety, absolutely knowing that his abilities with a car and a motorcycle were completely different. But Chris influenced this opinion by buying him a helmet as a gift for a loved one. Care for Kennedy — he likes it and he is ready to do it without sparing a single penny.

“Don’t forget your new helmet, dude”, Chris reminds him with a chuckle on his lips as he watches Leon put his filed jacket on with white stripes on the shoulder area.

shampoo — while Chris was preparing food, Leon could sneak up from behind but never quietly, so when he hugged from behind, Redfield smiled faintly, knowing who was behind him. The tip of Kennedy's nose buried himself in his hair, breathing softly into the back of his neck, and immediately pulled back: Chris smells like a dog! Later, Leon had to borrow some of his expensive shampoo and pour it into an old package shampoo 13-in-1 of Chris's.

"No more «dogs» in the house", Kennedy mutters to himself, trying to hide his disgust at opening the cap of Chris's shampoo.

manicure — Leon doesn’t particularly like beauty salons, knowing that he will feel the gaze of the workers who giggle at him. He’s not going to tolerate this, and it’s easier to just buy this nail polish and for two cans of cold beer force Chris to be his manicurist. Putting his palm up on the table and looking curiously at Redfield's clumsy efforts to paint his nail with black polish, Leon simply beams. It looks awkward, but Kennedy is still happy with the overall cool look.

"Will you give me a manicure on my toes too?" Leon asked him with a playful tone, watching the process and honestly, he can watch it forever.

"It's called a pedicure, Leon", Chris sighs, missing the brush and black polish flaunts on Kennedy’s nail, but also on the tip of his finger.

self-care — despite Leon's image, his skin turns out to be incredibly tender and sensitive, which blushes cutely but needs careful care, creams, body milk, etc. While Chris has the complete opposite, which completely allows him to wash himself with with the cheapest and worst shampoo and his skin will feel great.

"What the hell, Chris?!" Leon’s eyes hurt looking on Chris which wash his hands with laundry soap while Chris looks at Kennedy with no understanding of what is happening.

addiction — аfter Leon entered into a relationship with Chris, his dependence on alcohol began to slowly disappear — his acquaintances were surprised when they didn't find Kennedy in some bar, flirtatiously calling for the waitress, frowning. He spends his weekends with Redfield, doing whatever his heart desires. If Chris doesn't think of something to do, Kennedy will find something that will never get old — a day of doing nothing in the company of junk food and his tight hugs.

"Have you found a girlfriend yet, Kennedy?" his friend asks him while watching Leon take a sip of cold beer from a glass: "Better than a girlfriend."

kisses — stubble is a big problem when kissing and Leon winces and pulls his lips away from his, furrowing his brow. Chris's stubble is prickly and he often forgets to shave it, unlike Leon who has to shave twice a week due to rapid hair growth and sensitive skin. Redfield doesn't have the same skin problems as Leon, so he can go two or three weeks without shaving the stubble on his face.

"Don't even touch my face until you shave, Redfield", Leon threatens him, narrowing his eyes and folding his hands on his chest, wanting the image that he was offended.

“Okay, okay, I’m already running to shave off my stubble for my princess!” Chris teases, getting up from the couch and going to the bathroom already knowing how Leon rolled his eyes and pouted his lips at the nickname "princess".

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i didn’t think that someone had such big daddy issues that this miracle was born (why is it not popular yet)

And if you were my little girl

you've never been close to your dad on a surface level way, or even in a deep way. but after he finds out some of your illicit activities, you guys share your deep, twisted ways.

warnings: incest (real dad leon! X real daughter! reader), noncon/dubcon, degradation/condescension, humiliation, choking, oral (m receieving), mentions of sex work, spitting, filming during sex, unprotected sex, mentions of aftercare. leon’s basically a sexist pig who thinks his daughter is a slut, and deserves to be fucked like one (kick him in the nuts for me plz)

word count: 4.7k

an: HAPPY (belated) FATHERS DAY!! in celebration of my daddy issues i am finally finishing this WIP i've been sitting on :3 i hope y'all enjoy it and more will be on the way!! much luv <3 as always critique, reposts and requests are welcome!

18+ under the cut. MDNI, go touch grass.

Leon’s been a single dad for a while, and ugly girls like you have been ugly for a while. And he looks at you like an ugly girl. Tells you not to get tattoos, never let you get a boyfriend, shit like that. Like it's still the 50s. Probably because that's the only time in the world where he could get pussy. That's why he treats you like shit, and why you and him are addicted to sex. The performance of it. It's all you do ever since you turned 18. And you clean up nice enough. But deep down you're still an ugly, lonely girl. You’d expect your dad to understand, since both of you hide your sickening flaws from each other and the world.

You remember when your mom first told you why they actually got divorced. Cheated on her with your friend’s mom. It sucked, and it made you feel guilty. But after a while it started to form this formidable snowball of awful shit he did that you had no idea about. Money spent on her, money spent on a bunch of random young women, it's all he did. Your mom didn't even have to tell you about it, you found it yourself. You don't exactly remember the age you were when you went through his laptop. You were just a horny preteen trying to watch porn on anything that wasn't your flimsy IPad Mini (thanks dad). His files were still open when you flipped up the screen, and you could see the thumbnail of him having sex with a woman.

Same woman, you could tell from the botched boob job and chunky blonde highlights. You never knew why your dad went for the trashiest type of woman. He was like a Greek god, sculpted in the womb to be gorgeous. Every synonym for gorgeous could apply to him. You could never understand why your mom had the dignity to divorce him and fuck you up in the head, because if it were you? You’d stick by his side even if he was the biggest piece of shit since his own father. But the difference was your mother was also just as pretty, and you aren't. That's probably why she says all the things she does to you. Why she had enough of you, so much so that she forced you to go live with Daddy instead, so she can finally move on from the mess he created with someone new. Because you're Daddy’s girl. Always has been. At the end of the day, as much as you and your dad refuse to say it out loud, you're all you two have left. No mother, no siblings, no partner, no friends. Just two sex pests left to fuck the entire world until you both die.

That image of him fucking that woman never left your mind. It was dirty, and downright disgusting. But some sick part of you got addicted to it, like a parasite eating away at your brain. You tried to act like he was horrible while you grew up, acted like him fucking women nearly your age was a deplorable act. Until you got that godforsaken porn addiction, then you started to understand the appeal, and why girls even bothered with him. You blame everything wrong with you on him, because when you look in the mirror, all you can see is traces of him. His eyes, his nose, the two moles on your neck, even his legs. But they don't fit on you. They don't make you as pretty as him. Maybe that's why you're so cold and angry. It's not the depression or whatever the fuck the psychologist told you it was. It was his fault. All Leon’s fault for creating such a screwed up daughter.

Turning 18 was the worst thing that could've happened to you. You didn't even expect to get to this age, but you didn't expect dying to be that scary either. But now you can legally fuck anyone. It's even worse because you're not a virgin either. Well, physically, at least. You took it yourself a while ago because that one summer job gave you enough money to get a plethora of sex toys. You had already met up with a few guys on Tinder after a couple of months, and this one guy just had to hype you up. 

“You look hot when you get fucked.” “Really? And where did this come from?” You were just teasing, because you thought he was doing the same. “C’mon, I’m trying to be serious here. You ever thought of doing Onlyfans or something?” “What? No, why? You think I have potential?” You're really trying to laugh this off, because he must be high if he thinks you'd do well on something so heavily based on looks. “Hell yeah, you already fuck on camera, for free too. Why not use it to make money?” You're silent for a moment, letting it simmer in your head before you verbally brush it off with a simple “I’ll think about it”.

It was nerve wracking, setting up an Onlyfans account. You haven't been able to get a job since that fateful conversation, and months before that too. Your dad hounding you about it hasn't helped either, even though you know he can pay for you and 5 other women without you getting a job. Fuck it, and fuck him too. You could care less about the social or even moral implications about any of this, especially when you're doing this out of pure pettiness. Sure, it annoys you that Leon’s habits make you jealous, but why think about it? If you do, you might just realize how badly you wish you were those young women. How badly you wish he paid for your things and did it with a smile and praise. If only.

“Y/n? Get off your phone, I gotta talk to you.” You slip the right side of your headphones off to your dad’s booming voice, sitting up slightly on your bed to give him your attention. Just making eye contact has your stomach doing somersaults, but you try to ignore it. Put on the face of someone who isn't deathly obsessed with your hot dad. “I get that you're trying your best to find a job and help me out, but what is this?” You're a little confused at first, until he tosses his phone at you, a screenshot of your Tinder profile stunning you in place.

if you fuck me good enough, be ready to get your camera out ;)

You finally regret that bio you spent hours on. Your eyes are as wide as saucers, but it snaps a neuron in your brain. Why hide this from your dad? He’s the first person you know who should get this. “What do you mean? You know what it is.” You shrug and give him a nonchalant expression, looking back at your phone like it meant nothing to you. “You're damn right I do, now start explaining yourself.” “What is there to explain? I feel like you'd be the first person to know what I get out of that.” He looks at you dumbfounded for a moment, but it seems like the realization that he put an ungrateful slut out into the world seemed to settle in his dark features. 

“So that's it? You're becoming a pornstar?” “That's not the only reason I'm on that app and you know it.” You finally set your phone down, locking it as you turn your headphones off. Seeing how pissed he looked nearly made your thighs twitch, but you're really trying to reel it in. All the times he got pissy or smug at you, he had to have known how wet your panties would get. “Don't tell me you have actually gone out and fucked one of these old creeps. I didn't raise you like this.” “Oh? You didn't?” You finally raise your voice like he has, sharing his outburst of anger. Like father, like daughter. Even in the way your brows scrunch together to form the same scowl as him. “You've been those old creeps on those apps for as long as I can remember but the second I become one of the sluts you fucked it isn't okay? How is that fair?” The look of disgust or maybe horror plagues his face, and it surprises you a bit. Did he really have no clue that you knew? There was no way he was so stupid that he didn't realize why you were always so cold and short with him. He really never figured out why you never had a boyfriend? He scared them all away anyways.

“Just because you know something you shouldn't doesn't mean it's true, that was adult business that had nothing to do with you.” You scoff and roll your eyes, he always tried to act like nothing was his fault. Such a man. “Nothing to do with me? You introduced me to them! Do you have any idea what that did to me? Of course you don't care,” You throw your hands up in mock defeat, standing up from your spot on your bed, ready to get up in his face. “All you care about is being right.” Your expression is the definition of fuck around and find out, because you're at your breaking point with him. You're always at your breaking point, but him acting so much better than you was just bullshit. He's just as deplorable as you, because you learned from him. “That's all I care about? That's what you think? And what, you're some cute little saint above it all?” You get stumped a bit by his question, because you never said that. You can sit there and admit you're just as bad as him, but the difference is he made you like this. Why can't he understand that? “That's not what I said-” “Show me your phone.” You're stunned into silence, your face heating up in an odd mixture of embarrassment and sick arousal from his harshness, backing away from him slowly. “Why are you asking to see my phone?..” “Don't be fucking stupid, you know why I'm asking.” You shudder as his voice escalates, and you scramble to grab your phone, scared to open it in front of him.

You sheepishly hand it to him, knowing you just made the worst decision of your life. You basically sealed your fate the second you tried to go toe to toe with him. He even makes you open the phone in front of him, and the first thing he’s greeted with is you bent over with a belt around your neck, a man behind you tugging on it. “Jesus, so this is what you do when you go ‘hang out with friends’?” Your face burns hot, and you can’t even think of a witty remark. “Fucking answer me.” His voice booms louder, making you jump and whimper. “Yes, I lied, I’m sorry Dad, I didn’t mean to..” Your voice becomes frantic and broken in mere seconds, looking down at your feet. Leon’s hand grabs at your jaw, your eyes wide as you’re forced to look him in the eye. “When did you become such a slut?” “‘M not-” Your words are cut off by his palm slamming against your cheek, not bothering to soothe the sting as he grabs hold of your jaw again, pressing your cheeks together as he shakes your head, as if he was rattling around a pebble in your skull. “You and your fucking lies, if you’re gonna be a goddamn slut then admit it. Say you’re a slut.” 

You can feel the stinging on your cheek match the pulsing in your cunt, your thighs twitching as you look up at him like you do to all those men. “I- I’m a slut..” You can’t help but glance down in embarrassment, catching his cock stiff under his jeans. He’s hard from this. “God, and you can’t even keep your eyes up here.” He presses his thumb harder into your cheek, snapping you out of your state. “Even if it’s your own father, you still crave dick, don’t you?” You couldn’t help but shudder at his words, his voice husky and condescending. It made you sick to your stomach, but your whole body was hot with need. “I don’t, this isn’t right, Dad-” “This isn’t right? So fucking people behind my back like a whore is what’s right?” You shake your head, barely able to move in his grasp. 

“You know what? Since you wanna be a slut so bad, let me help you.” He moves his hand to your scalp, forcing you on your knees. You struggle to push away from him, your hands clawing at his thighs, but his hold on your hair is too strong. Unable to get away, you kneel in defeat and watch as he fumbles with his belt, salivating at the sight of his cock under his boxers. You gasp when he finally pulls it out, your eyes trained on the bead of pre-cum that drips onto his knuckles, your lips pressed together tightly as he inches his tip towards you. “C’mon sweetie, I know you know how to suck dick, don’t make me open your mouth for you.” How much had he really seen of you? You still struggle and try your hardest to keep your mouth shut, until he groans and pinches your nose, making you gasp for air before pushing his cock between your lips. He wastes no time shoving your head down, holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail as his fingers move away from your nose, gripping your jaw again but less rough. 

“Seeing you like that was fucking infuriating, I raised you better.” He groaned as he felt your nose press against his pelvis, his cock kicking on your tongue. “But if living like a depraved whore is what you want, I’ll give it to you,” He tapped your cheek, making your nails dig into his thighs. “So hollow your fucking cheeks and suck my cock like a good whore.” You moan around him, doing as he said and letting go of any moral high ground in your head. What’s the point in fighting it? He’s trying to give you a fatherly lesson, and you’re happy to make him dad of the year. You stop struggling, letting him move your head as your tongue swirls around his length, drool spilling down your chin as you gag with every thrust. The messy sounds you make send shivers down your spine, the throbbing in your clit becoming unbearable, so much so that your hand instinctively slips under the waistband of your shorts, moaning as you feel how soaked your panties are.

It doesn't go unnoticed by Leon, who moves your legs more open with the toe of his boot, making him laugh at you. “Fuck, would you look at that? Can't keep your hand off that needy pussy, huh sweetheart?” You pull away from his cock, his hand still cradling your jaw as you press kisses to his tip. You can feel small tears in the corners of your eyes from how deep he went down your throat, and for just a moment you think he's going easy on you. “Get off your knees.” You yelp as he tugs on your hair to get you off your knees, practically tossing you onto the bed like a sack of potatoes. “Bend over. You wanna be a star, right? Daddy’s gonna help, sweetheart.” 

The way he manhandles you makes you feel weak, pathetic as you watch him grab your phone and set it up on your desk. “What are you doing?” Your voice is hoarse, craning your neck to see what he’s doing. “What do you think? You wanna be a pornstar, right? Why have sex if you aren’t gonna film it?” He must’ve lost his mind, does he seriously think he can do this? That no one is gonna realize it’s him in the video? You can barely speak any of the questions in your head when he comes up behind you, roughly wrapping his belt around your neck like the video that was on your phone. Leon pulls you up by the belt, his cock slotted between the fat of your thighs. “You can breathe fine, right, princess?” You can feel the belt tighten on your airways, his question clearly said to wear you down even further. Your hands come up to claw at the belt, but he grabs your hands away and holds them behind your back. “Nod your head.” You shake your head, still resisting when you realize he isn’t even wearing a condom. Not that you’re scared of getting pregnant, you’ve been on the pill for years. You’re just worried about what vile shit he could be ridden with. You’re doubting that initial thought when you consider that sweet government healthcare you two have. “If you don’t nod your head I’m not fucking you.” You can barely suck in enough air when his grip loosens for a couple seconds, desperately nodding your head in hopes that he’ll let you breathe properly. “Good fuckin’ whore, how hard was that, huh, sweetie?” You gasp and choke, having no chance to catch your breath when he notches his tip at your entrance. “You’re not gonna touch me more? I’m barely wet-” Your words are cut off by his cock pushing past your walls, stretching you out. “Who said you deserved it? Whores don’t get princess treatment.” You wince at the feeling, jolting when you feel him spread your ass and spit. “There, now you’re wet.”

You always wondered why women even bothered with your dad, assuming it was the money he had to spare for anyone but you. Fuck all of that, it must be his dick. He’s moving so slow but so deep and it’s driving you crazy, the mere seconds you feel empty making you squirm in his hold. The feeling of his cock leaving you for only a few seconds has you writhing on its own, desperate to feel even more full. “Daddy, please, I want more,” You try to resist the hold he has on your arms to get his attention, making him tug at the belt to pull you closer. “Please? You're moving so slow..” You’re still embarrassed and meek, that isn't gonna fly with him. “Is this innocent act supposed to convince me? C’mon, ask me like a real pornstar, sweetie.” He asks you with that smug look on his face, the smell of his sweat mixing with his cologne more prominent as he leans in. It's hard to muster up a lot of courage when you're fucking your dad on camera, Leon can tell you're hesitant even now. So he tightens his belt on your neck, stilling balls deep inside you to force you to talk. “Daddy, fuck me harder, please! I’m begging, please-” He loosens his grip on the belt, his hips finally slamming into you harshly. “See? How hard was that? Should be natural for a slut like you, just need some dick to coax it out.” He lets go of your arms to sink his nails into the fat of your hips, holding you in place as he fucks you with reckless abandon. You've lost any sense of shame, your voice getting hoarse from how loud you are, the force of Leon’s hips rocking your bed frame. 

You're so cockdrunk you don't notice his hand moved from your hip to your ass, his thumb pressing against your hole. “Dad, what’re you-” You scream when his thumb slips past the resistance of your ass, tightening around his thick digit as he hammers into your cunt. “Dad, stop, it’s too much!” You’re unable to wiggle away from him, his finger hooked in your ass and keeping you like a fleshlight on his cock. “Jesus, do you always bitch this much? No wonder you’re single, you don’t shut the fuck up.” You can practically hear the grin on his face widen as you whine pathetically, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when his tip kisses your sweet spot. Leon forces your hole to gape so he can spit in it, making you shudder and keen in disgust as he fucks his spit in your ass with his thumb. “Ugh, god, you’re fucking disgusting..” You mutter under your breath, but Leon picks up on it anyways, god forbid you say what he is. “What was that? C’mon, say it louder.” He tugs you flush against his chest, his hips stilling again. “I said you’re gross.” You’re getting annoyed with how many times he’s stopped moving, but it’s stupid to think you deserve any consideration from your demented father who’s balls deep inside you.

Once your words hit his ears he throws you forward, grabbing your waist to flip you on your back, yelping as he pulls your legs apart. His hand shoots out to grip your face, forcing you to look up at him and ignore his cock twitching against your slick coated thigh. Leon doesn’t even warn you, he just smiles and spit on your cheek, watching as you shiver and recoil away as it drips down your face. “Aww, poor baby, is spit too gross for you too?” He laughs at you, leaning down and licking up his spit from your burning hot cheek. “I’m just trying to teach you, hun, don’t have to be such a bitch about it.” His cocky tone makes your brows knit together, your anger barely getting the chance to fester as he slaps your mound, your hips bucking from the sting. “You’re gonna be good now, right? Are you gonna let Daddy take this pussy as his own?” You violently shake your head, but it isn’t even out of disdain, you want this. You want him to teach you to be good, you want to belong to him. Even if it means being demeaned and spit on, who cares if it gets you off? It’s not like Leon minds. He slaps your pussy again, scoffing at your sad display of pain, sniffling and whimpering in his hold. “Don’t be so mean, princess, you want Daddy to make it all better?” He peppers kisses on your face, licking your tears as they stream down your cheeks, the smell of whiskey drying on your face. 

“Mhm, want Daddy to make it better..” You speak a lot softer than you usually do, and it makes you cringe as he pulls away, only for him to spank your pussy again, crying out from the stinging pain. “Be a good girl and say ‘thank you, daddy, for putting a slut like me in her place’.” His voice gets that mean, commanding tilt to it, like he doesn’t need to force you to look at him anymore, it should be muscle memory. “T-thank you, daddy-” His hand slips down from your face to your clit, his thick fingers rubbing over your chubby folds. “Thank you for putting a slut like me in her place.” You finally get the words out, even if it sounds soft, like it’s a secret between the two of you, yet now it’s gonna be out there for a bunch of degenerates to see. “Good fuckin’ girl.” He slips his cock in, his thumb resting on your clit as he inches his dick in little by little. Leon watches as you lean your head back in ecstasy, that syrupy feeling in your brain coming back as he fucks his cock against that spongy spot in your cunt. “Don’t hide from the camera, sweetheart.” Your thighs twitch around his waist as his thumb starts rubbing hard circles on your clit, making your head jerk forward and back in frame. “You look way too sexy to hide right now.” His hips start hammering into you again, the sound of skin slapping against wet skin barely able to overpower the sounds of your screams. 

He’s clearly proud of how loud he makes you, starting to mock your moans and whines. He isn’t doing it to be an asshole, he just does it because you clench so fucking tight, and he knows it won’t be long until you’re a stammering mess under him. “Daddy, it’s so good, so fucking deep.” “It’s just so good, isn’t it?” He coos at you like a cute, dumb dog, scratching at his leg for attention. “Daddy makes you that fucking dumb, huh? Daddy’s fat cock makes you say stupid shit?” You pout and whine, your tongue weighing heavy in your mouth as you get closer to cumming. “Fuck, so goddamn tight, don’t tell me you’re gonna cum from that? You like being mocked?” He doesn’t let up, grinding his cock deeper inside your cunt, his thumb rubbing even faster circles. “N-no, Daddy, don’t be mean, please..” You sniff and cling to his forearms, feeling the coil in your stomach get tighter and tighter with every moan Leon’s cock punches out of you. “Daddy, don’t be mean,” He mocks you again, laughing as you start to squirm from it. “You sound fucking pathetic, you know that, right? How is anyone supposed to get off to a depraved whore?” He scoffs when he realizes you can’t even listen to him, because you’re too busy cumming on his cock. 

“Fuck, all it took was a few words to get you milking my cock.” You don’t get a chance to sit in your humiliation, his dick still rutting into your soft pussy, his thrusts getting sloppy. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know he isn’t gonna pull out, so you start squirming again, clawing at his shoulders. “Daddy, not inside, please, ‘s not right.” “You’re still going on about what’s right and wrong? Look at what you’re doing. I’m creaming your tight cunt whether you want me to or not.” You can’t argue with him when he has you thrashing under him, crying out as he pulls another orgasm from you. He hisses at your nails nearly piercing his skin as you cling to him, his dick twitching from the pain as he bottoms out inside you, letting his cum paint your walls white. You lie there limply as he slowly pulls out, making sure he gets his cum leaking out of you on camera before ending the recording, a smug grin plastered on his face.

You don’t pester him about how you woke up in his bed that night, because any nice gesture you can pry out of him, even if it’s through sex, makes you happy enough. What you do pester him about is the video, and what he did with it. Your jaw drops when he moves to the side in his desk chair so you can see his screen. Hundreds upon thousands of views and comments on PornHub. He’s a bit confused by your look of shock, it’s not like he labeled the video as incest. Everybody loves step-cest porn, though. Of course he milked the video for all it’s worth, only posting a couple minutes of it for free and linking the full video to your Onlyfans. “You don’t have to give me that money for rent, save it for whatever you wanna do. Trade school, college, I don’t care.” You look up from your phone, not bothering to hide your wide eyed grin. Or that you were checking your bank account. “Thanks, Dad.” You sit in his lap and hug him, but nothing can ever just be sweet and short with him. “Don’t go thinking I’m gonna let you off scot-free. You’re only making videos with me. That app is already off your phone, I don’t want you talking to anyone else.” He makes you lean back so you can look at him, desperate to hide your blush from his steel gaze. “Got that?” “Mhm, only you, Daddy.” He smiles, pulling you back in to kiss you. You’re surprised by how quick and gentle it is, and the fact that he’s smiling at you in the first place. “Good girl,” He pats your ass to get you off his lap, complying with his signal as you step back on your feet. “go wait on the couch, I should be done with work soon. We can watch a movie or something.” You can’t help but get giddy as you leave, closing his office door behind you. Even if it means you’re stuck with Leon for life, you at least have someone there to bask in all your depravity.

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01 HEADCANON! || boyfriend re2r!leon — car mechanic/ sfw

lunch — every day you visited him at work for him with lunch, knowing that he would always forget it early in the morning even with a reminder. Your carefully prepared food has always been praised for your cooking skills, proud of you for such delicious masterpieces.

You pass a warm container with food into his hands, watching as he opens it and the fragrant smell of food hits his nose, and his mouth is already full of drool. He eats casually and hastily, telling you about the differences between halogen headlights and xenon ones. His speech seems to be an endless stream of technical terms that only he can understand. You sit opposite, with a look full of tenderness and tenderness, watching him «purr».

No matter how much time passes, he remains as spontaneous and sincere as on the first day you met.

You reach out with a napkin to clean the food from his lips but his fingers wrap around yours and he does it himself: "You know, your lunches make my job more enjoyable." he quietly tells you kissing your cheek and thanks you for caring about him.

touches — his strong arms will lift you onto thе cold metal bumper while fingers soak into your thighs, gently massaging; he will lean closer to you until you feel his tickling breath on you. With Leon’s clumsy movements, the strap of your dress falls down, exposing your curved shoulder completely for his gaze. The redness on your face cannot be avoided while your hand is in a hurry to correct it, but it made him amuses. A small smirk played on his lips until his nose nuzzled into your neck; fleeting and unnoticeable kisses were left on your collarbones while you sighed and giggled. Lips tenderly press against your delicate skin, which you coat with cream every evening, making it so soft that you want to kiss it forever. A light squeak leaves your lips when he lays you down on the hood of a black BMW that the owner brought for repairs.

"Don't worry, we have plenty of time just for us", he coos for you, pointing with his gaze at the sign that was on the window: «Closed»

dirty clothes — Leon was not one of those who was very bothered by motor oil on the hands, because his white short sleeve tank top was completely saturated with this smell. Sometimes he could sneak up behind you and hug you; caress your waist through your polka dot dress. He was too tactile and he didn’t care whether his hands were dirty or not until you started to sulk at him for such an act.

“Well, it will wash off, princess", he smiled slightly, ignoring your words of anger, grabbing a rag and wiping the dirt from the motor oil off his hands. "Stop being offended, I didn’t do it on purpose.”

Every time he promises not to do this, but he forgets to wipe his hands, and you are always angry with him. Again soak the dress in washing powder in hopes and prayers to all the gods that it will wash off.

you and help for him — Tirelessly responsible and immensely passionate, he loved to delve into the depths of automotive mechanisms but sometimes he did not have enough hands for his work. A slight rustling sound came from under the car while he was working on the car that had been delivered recently while you were sitting on a wooden stool. He was a car repair shop worker, he invariably demonstrated his best sides and there should be no mistakes either.

"Princess, there's a tool next to the motor, see, right? Give it to me, please," his outstretched hand closer to you was waiting for the instrument.

bath time — "Princess, can you get me a new towel?" he shouted to you coming out of the bathroom. He didn't care about his naked position; there is not a drop of embarrassment in him. He rubs the back of his head with his hand, having already forgotten in the bathroom that his towel was in the trash because of being a victim of his wiping his hands at his job.

You always thought his muscular and tanned body was cute and now you embarrassedly covered your face with your hands, realizing that he was naked. The light stripes on his shoulders were due to wearing different T-shirts and tank tops. Light steam emanated from his hot body adding a little intimacy to it.

leon and cleanliness in the house — There are no spare parts or wrenches in the house because there is a garage for that. Everything is stored there, even cans of gasoline, just in case.Leon, with the liveliness and attention of a stock analyst, followed changes in gasoline prices, paying more attention to this than to his own well-being, and he did not even pay so much attention to important dates.

"Do you see? I put all the parts in the garage as I promised!”

"You're well done, honey."

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There goes you vacation, Leon. Again.

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СR: leonskarenhairr (on tik tok)

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ok 👅👅👅

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yes, please, sir!