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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!

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sooo...??

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when he is fine that he make want you feel much more feminine (only for him👅)

CR: dollynaa on tik tok (idea taken)

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need each other || boyfriend re4r!leon

warning: nsfw, fluff, mention of leon's ptsd, dom/soft leon! phone handjob, on distance, dirty talk, animal names, caresses, orgasm, consolation, comfort.

rating: mature

plot: your boyfriend's long absence from home makes you miss him not only mentally but also physically.

all rights reserved!| please don't copy my work without permission!| 18+ content!| minors DON'T interreact!|

Long-distance relationships, no matter what temporarily or forever, are always an unbearable longing and need. Thoughts are filled only with when he will return and worry about one rustle at home because he can will return at any moment. A couple of days, weeks and months have already been passing for too long, hours and minutes are like honey — they are slowly tormenting you with its slowness. Joy knows no bounds when you hear a notification on your phone, you hope that it’s your boyfriend, but it turns out it’s just a notification about the weather forecast. At night, hiding a pillow between your legs is simply unbearable because the desire to feel real touches is much stronger. Memories of his hands on your body, wanting to console you and calm you down from bitter tears that you don’t deserve make you sad while he consoled himself with a glass of whiskey at the bar. The atmosphere in the house just suffocates you like never before. You are used to coming home from work and smelling the cooked dinner, comforting yourself in the arms of the blond talking about your day. But now it’s deathly silence, broken by the jingle of your keys in the lock.

A stream of cool air blows into your bedroom through the slightly open window while you lie in bed and chat with Leon. The corners of your lips turn up as you can you hear his voice as if it were some kind of treasure. His words through the phone speaker feel like they are say from the heart. Admitting how much he misses you and will be back soon with a gift in the form of a new dress that you saw on Instagram makes your heart beat faster than before. You tell how things are going on with you at work and, in general, the upcoming news in your life. You haven’t seen him for a long time, you haven’t felt his comfort and the warmth for a long time which now replaces blanket. Fleeting conversations with him on the phone warm you more than any fireplace in a harsh winter that does not want to be consoled. This mission is too long for both of you and your cunt is already getting wet from his message: “How is my girl coping there alone at home, hmm?" It torments you, but at the same time it gives you pleasure like never before. Sweet torture that you are ready to endure on your own skin with defeat and hand in panties.

While talking about something new at your work, you didn’t even not right away notice how Leon was half naked and with rosy cheeks. He often worked out in the gym, because you always need to keep in shape, just as you always need to keep the bookshelves in order from dust in your house. He carefully tried and trained his muscles, so that veins almost burst under his slightly tanned skin. I can’t say that you didn’t admire his muscular body, his chest, his abs, but still it was too much. It was too beautiful a sight for your head to see his strong hands, that a pool had already formed in your mouth from your saliva. You didn’t even ask your boyfriend whether he was home from practice or not, because you still knew the answer: “Yes, I was, baby, otherwise it wouldn’t be me.”

— You think so, what if were you at home and touched me right now? Explain yourself for me. — you reproached into the speaker feeling a rather familiar knot inside your lower abdomen. The sound of your voice so alluring made him root for you even more. Leon could imagine the playful smirk on your lips as you teased him. His strong hand ran over his aching cock, which needed you more and more. Kennedy's imagination is simply clouded by excitement and he cannot think right now.

— I would lie between your thighs... and eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner... I'll make you scream my name until you forget yours... — he sighed softly lost in my imagination. About how you squeeze his skull with your plush hips, how you will cry for release while his tongue carefully works over your body, how your hands grab onto his strands of hair as if it were a sheet that was stained with your juices and his saliva. It makes his skin crawl. Leon threw his heavy head back onto the pillow, which eventually flopped from the big fantasies of your entertainment after his mission.

He will definitely make your pussy happy.

His blond hair sticks to his forehead due to sweat because it's so hot in the hotel room! With every statement and request from Leon, you felt that there was already a lake of your fluids under your ass. There is no point in resisting the temptation, and your hand is already under the lace fabric and circling over your clitoris, caressing you while you imagine that these are his fingers.

— Oh, Leon, — you mutter for him and only him — I want you... — your words were a request and a plea with heavy breathing. Your words and the sounds of your cunt squelching against your finger made the fire inside him flare up. His hand lowered his sweatpants freeing his already hard cock from its confines. Leon's movements were desperate when he heard this symphony of your sighs and sounds.

— What a good girl, — he answered, frowning from the tension in this situation. With every stroke he imagined that you were doing this to him which brought him to an uncontrollable state. Your shared muffled chorus of arousal and moans was heard only by both of you and no one else. — What do you want, baby, now?.. I will do everything I can in my power, —

Your fingers began to tremble due to the way you were squeezing them with your walls. His voice and words were stuck in your head for a couple of seconds while you thought about them while your boyfriend continued to console himself and you heard it perfectly. — Fuck me, Leon... Рlease... I need you so much.. right now, — your thighs began to tremble involuntarily — a sign that your fingers were doing their job well.

— I'm close.. very.. Oh God.. — Kennedy's slight muttering that you couldn't quite understand. Leon was quiet that there were almost no moans for you, but for him your moans were very often. His hand increased the pace of movement, smearing precum from the red tip with his thumb. You both lost your breath and the approach only increased without stopping for mercy. The tension in the lower abdomen tormented him greatly, as did you, constantly reminding him of the long-awaited release. With each passing moment, the intensity of your pleasure grew until it became almost unbearable. It's too much.

— Cum for me, baby, be a good girl for me... — he coos and his voice was hoarse with his desire and need for you. You succumbed to temptation with a hoarse cry, feeling like a knot was untying in the lower abdomen and your pussy ached and ached while your hips stood up slightly in trembling. You are lost and your mouth is dry and there is not enough saliva while your body is all wet from sweat and your own fluids, not to mention the sheet under you and now dirty pajamas. You could only hear his moans and low growls of his release with your encouragement. Thick strings of sperm released into his palm also staining his clothes and his skin.

You both walked away and breathed heavily without saying anything. — You liked it baby, huh? — his murmur was heard with the slight rustling of a napkin as he removed dirt from himself. Kennedy wanted to hear your approval or to hear what he did wrong in this unusual meeting on the phone. — This is not just “good”, it is ideal and only ideal, — you quietly whispered back.

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I'm their baby and it's true

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IT IS SOOOOO GOOD😞😞😞😞

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If only such men worked in the police, I would break laws every day

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collab art with my friend ♡