Flirting and sexting with a 29 yr old is so different. Leon would def text like this man LMAOOO. anybody got anymore like irl things that make u think of him.
Domestic Leon Kennedy is him standing in the kitchen at 2 a.m. in gray sweatpants, eating shredded cheese out of the bag, no abs because of all the delicious home-cooked meals you've made him.
You're sitting on the counter next to him, laughing when he makes his stupid, dry jokes, looking at him like you're utterly in love.
And he notices.
Which is how he ends up standing between your thighs, staring down at you, ruining the moment he creates by feeding you cheese out of his hand.
I hope u never have kids or any pets writing about rape and incest is disgusting never ever have kids cause ik they’ll be unsafe with u
I have two dogs and idgaf about what you talking about LOL, matter a fact watch this:
*older dad Leon with a bit of a southern accent, incest, pet playing, noncon just for you anon!!
Dad!Leon wrapping his hand around his puppy!daughters tail, lifting it up so he can see both her holes at the same time. The sight of his thick cock filling her slick cunt while her asshole flutters with every thrust makes him groan into the quiet room. The slow skin lapping sounds making her blush, as her face is slightly flustered and shoved into the pillows she’s biting on.
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Dad!Leon punishing his puppy!daughter for being a bad pup, her puffy cunt facing the ceiling as he continues to land slap after slap on her twitching pussy. His rough hands are quick to open her legs back up after she shuts them in pain, her back’s arched from every strike that lands on her poor little clit. “Close em again and I’ll give you something to actually cry about ”
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Dad!Leon who doesn’t care how much his puppy!daughter fights him off, in the end he knows he’s still gonna find a way to chase the urge away. He likes the fights actually, he knows how much it tires her out. And eventually, just like always, she becomes easier to manage at this stage. She’s left hiccuping on her thickened saliva as thin tears slip down the sides of her face, as he maneuvers her onto her back, slipping himself between her legs. She seems to have a bit of fight left in her, kicking at him to which he shuts down immediately. Closing her legs and putting them over his shoulders before reaching for her throat, squeezing at the sides of it. “Don’t start that now, the more you fight the longer it’ll be.”
He lets go of her throat to mush her face to the side, so she’s no longer looking at him, but to the poster on her wall.The one he brought back for her after coming home from a long trip when she were younger, the memory flooding her mind, she starts to cry again.
“Tch, quit it” he tuts, lining himself up with her dry hole before slowly pushing in with a long groan. “Mhm, feels better every time pup. Shhh, that’s it. See… see how easy it is” he teases as his hips find a slow rhythm, his cock dragging in and out of her tired pussy with deep strokes. His thumb slipping between the two of them to find your clit between her lips, the palm of his hands flat against her turns cheek to help keep him steady.
“Fuck pup, you feel that? Are you bleedin’ girl?” A throaty laugh leaves his pink lips as he stares down to where the two of them are connected, “Woah, that’s definitely not blood, haven’t seen a cunt this wet in a while. You’ve been holding out on me?” He jokes while looking back up at her while her is face scrunched up in shame while her sniffling gets louder again. “Shhh this is just between us, no need to hide from me sweet pea”
Maren: not edited cuz I had to rush to get this out when I saw it LMAOO when will they understand that they don’t run shit over here 😭😭 IDGAFFF
Hung nerd Leon whining as you suck his fat cock. Omg wait VIRGIN HUNG NERD! LEON!!!!!!!! and he's like
"fuck, baby, oh—" his hands in the air, wanting to touch you but afraid of ruining the moment.
You giggle as you lick the tip, swirling your tongue around his soft pinkness. "You like that?"
"Please it feels so good," his hips twitch forward towards you, begging for more. "Please." As if the word, "please" is the only word in the world right now that fits his emotions. Repeating it over and over under his breath.
His black glasses slipping off of his cute little nose, his cheeks flushed a deep crimson red. Plump wide lips parted as he breathes heavily in, and out.
"Oh," he moans, tipping his head back as you swallow it whole again. Barely leaving any left at the base. His hands eventually rest on your forearms as you work his cock like a sweet treat.
"Please, baby, it feels so good..." Leon groans, looking back down at you with heart eyes.
You continue to work your magic, licking and sucking. Running your hands up and down his shaft, moaning as you taste him in your mouth. Musky and manly.
warnings: 18+, p in v, praise, age gap, breeding kink
summary: Sitting next to him across the couch doesn’t cut it anymore. If you’re not grabbing onto him, suffocating him, then you’re not close enough. If you did what you’re currently doing a month ago he would’ve told you to get lost, but it takes a lot to break a man and you’ve officially done it. Leon quickly realized that just accepting his fate saves him more energy than telling you off would.
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Maybe it’s the age, or maybe it’s the pent-up sexual frustration, but if he could choke out either one of you and get away with it, he wouldn’t mind.
Ever since his owner adopted you, they have shoved you up Leon’s nostrils, his mouth, his ass, basically up every orifice available. And at first, he tried to be patient, to be understanding that you’re still new here. He remembers the days when he was just adopted from the shelter, the level of attention he used to get before he became a mundane presence after a few weeks.
But your effect doesn’t seem to wane. Two months and counting, and every single day you get practically worshipped in this house. It’s not like he’s jealous, he’s too old for this kind of attention. Maybe when he was younger he would’ve been, sure; but all Leon cares about anymore is to be left the fuck alone, in peace and quiet until death comes knocking on his door—and perhaps that’s why your owner got you.
Obviously, a new young bunny doesn’t quite match his lifestyle; not with the way you run around the house, not with the way you get way too excited for meal time like you aren’t going to eat the same fucking thing for the rest of your life, and definitely not in the way where he is made responsible for teaching you basically everything without his consent.
You’re a pretty thing though, he’ll admit that. Nice long ears, a very fluffy tail, and eyes that no one can say no to—basically the whole package, so he can understand the appeal. What he can’t understand however, is why he is getting roped into this.
After your owner showed you around the house, they then introduced you to him and you immediately hid behind them.
“No come on, don’t be shy. This is Leon, he’s basically your older brother now. If you ever need help with anything you can ask him.”
His expression immediately morphs into one with utter disbelief—not that he purposefully wanted to make an unpleasant first impression, but it’s rather difficult to contain yourself when someone starts speaking straight up bullshit in front of you.
“Right, Leon?”
“No.”
First off, he wasn’t becoming anyone’s older brother. Older brothers babysit, older brothers care, and he was about to do neither of those. Secondly, they decided to expand the “family” not him, so if you need help don’t come running to him.
He did feel bad for making such a harsh introduction for a while, but eventually got over it when he realized that you didn’t speak a drop of English—nor any languages for that matter. It’s typical for hybrids to be behind on communication thanks to some of their animalistic characteristics, he didn’t manage to speak fluently till a few years ago. But he doesn’t recall himself being that bad when he was younger.
Point is, you were terrible to deal with; which he soon realized that he didn’t have choice but to do. Your owner would go to work from the early morning, and come back home later at night. You would sit by the door the whole day, just staring at it. You would concentrate on the handle, as if the more you concentrated, the quicker they’d come back.
Leon left you to it, the busier you were the less likely you were to bother him after all. But it didn’t take you long to realize that this whole telekinesis thing was hopeless. To pass time, you started bothering him instead.
“She’s weird.”
“She’s just watching you Leon, be nice.”
Apparently, being stared at all day, every day is not a form of harassment. Whenever you wanted food, you’d just stand in front of him and stare until he figures out what you want. Do you have any idea how many of his snacks he had to hand over to you just to get you to leave him alone?
And even if you’re fed, it doesn’t mean he gets a break from you idling around him. If he’s watching something, you’re there. If looking at something, you’re there. If he has to change, he’d have to physically kick you out his room to do so.
The thing is, this wouldn’t be that bad if you were looking at what he’s actually doing rather than directly at him. And it wouldn’t be that bad if you had some sort of expression on your face while doing so. You once spent two whole minutes staring at him in silence without blinking a single time-yes, he counted.
When you finally decide to stop ogling at him, you nap conveniently beside him, or on the floor besides his feet if you have to.
You never speak to him however, keeping your thoughts to yourself—and thank God for that, the last thing he needs is your squeaky voice in his highly sensitive ears. The only time you show an ounce of emotion is when your owner comes home, jumping up and down in excitement, practically throwing yourself at them.
You love the attention, the coos, the compliments even when you can’t quite understand what they say. After observing you for a while, he can tell that you’re fond of physical affection. You like curling up next to anyone who steps foot in the apartment, batting your eyelashes at them and devouring every drop of affection you get.
“Oh my god, she’s so cute!”
“Isn’t she the sweetest thing?”
“Aww look at her!”
Sweetheart of the city, what can he say.
And because you have everyone wrapped around your finger, it makes Leon stick out like a sore thumb. Your owner thinks it’s because the two of you haven’t “bonded” enough based off one answer from chatgpt. Surely that’s the reason, not because Leon has time and time again stated that he doesn’t care.
And as if thing couldn’t get worse, they somehow stumbled across an article that said that bunnies bond through cuddling. Again, bunnies and not hybrids. But thanks to you being an attention leech and for your lack of respect for personal space, they think that this behavior is a natural instinct. Either way, it’s not like anyone has been listening to him since you’ve stepped into the picture.
Bonding time consists of the two of you awkwardly hugging each other for ten minutes; and it takes one look at both of your faces to draw the conclusion that none of you are feeling the bondness of it all. Well, to be fair Leon went from hating it to just wanting to get it over with. You on the other hand, you went from being a little shy to being very comfortable with the whole concept. Another victim to add to your never-ending list.
At first, your arms would intertwine but your bodies would still be away from each other. But then you started stepping closer and closer until resting your head on his chest became a regular thing. He decided to not make a fuss about it—it was only for ten minutes after all.
Your owner had to out of town for a few days leaving the two of you alone, and Leon made it clear that no bonding time will be held during these days. Besides, preparing both of your meals seemed more than enough bonding time for him.
But with the way you were acting, it seemed pretty obvious that you were missing that time you had together. It’s either that or the lack of attention is cutting off the oxygen from reaching your brain.
Now, sitting next to him across the couch doesn’t cut it anymore. If you’re not grabbing onto him, suffocating him, then you’re not close enough. If you did what you’re currently doing a month ago he would’ve told you to get lost, but it takes a lot to break a man and you’ve officially done it. Leon quickly realized that just accepting his fate saves him more energy than telling you off would.
Leon runs a very strict protocol when it comes to sleeping. Having big bunny ears means that he can overhear a conversation in another state if he put his mind to it. So, it doesn’t take much to hear and feel another person climbing into his bed.
“Oh my fucking god”
He grumbles before even opening his eyes, he doesn’t need his visual senses to confirm that it’s none other than you. His eyes crack open seeing you on all fours freezing in place once his eyes catch yours.
“What are you doing here?”
His brows wrinkle in disbelief at how far he let things get. You don’t move, instead you just stare at him with that kicked bunny look on your face. He shrugs his arms and shakes his head, waiting for an answer from you.
“…Bonding time”
“No, no fucking bonding time. Go back to your room.”
Dealing with you when he’s fully rested is already draining, let alone when he’s getting cranky. Deciding he’s had enough, he turns around and lays back down closing his eyes.
After a moment, he feels you shift on the bed, sitting down on your knees. You know it’s a problem when he can sense those eyes of yours staring into his back in a pitch-dark room.
“I said go to your room.”
You stay still for a moment before he feels your weight shift off the bed. And for a second, he felt a rush of dopamine at the idea of you finally finally listening to him. But that happiness was short lived when he hears you shuffle and curl up into a ball on the floor below him.
He takes in a deep breath, and reminds himself that things could’ve been worse. You could’ve been a serial killer, or had a hobby for setting things on fire, or a kleptomaniac—actually you’re worse, you hoard all the snacks under your bed.
And even though it’s sad that the bar had to get this low, but being clingy isn’t the worst-case outcome.
The two of you sits in silence, which gives Leon’s subconscious the perfect moment to strike. What if you’re cold? What if you had a nightmare? He recalls dealing with those after leaving the shelter. What if you end up tragically dying in your sleep and he has to live with the guilt for the rest of his life?
His brows furrow in frustration as he tries to shoo away all the dramatic scenarios that pop into his head. But rather than going away, they only seem to get louder and louder.
He caves in, deciding that going to sleep with a hurt pride is better than not getting any sleep at all. He looks down at your figure below him, knees to chest with your arm propping your head as a pillow.
“Hey.”
You lift up your head, looking over at him. You look like you’re expecting a lecture from him for not listening, which truthfully is what he should be doing.
“Come here.” He pats the space on the bed next to him.
“Bonding time.”
Your ears perk up at the last words, immediately getting up and climbing next to him. You wrap your arms around his shoulder, your head snapping to his chest like velcro. Leon takes in the silence after managing to shut his thoughts up. His arm is branched behind you, supporting your back—it is bonding time after all.
His eyes move over to your figure after a while, a strip of light running across your face from the bedroom door you never fail to leave open behind you; and to no one’s surprise, you’re already looking at him. Deciding since he’s already doing something nice, he might as well go all in. He flashes you a soft smile and you mirror him hesitantly.
He can feel your heartbeat starting to accelerate with your close proximity as you begin to lean in; your eyes locked on his lips. He thinks of pulling away, but he doesn’t. Instead, he pulls the arm that’s draped around you, pulling you closer to him. His lips caging your bottom lip in a soft embrace, and you reciprocate.
It starts off sweet, his hand finding its way to your cheek before tangling in your hair and exposing the side of your face. His brain struggles to make sense of what’s happening, struggling to blame his actions on his sleepy state or his dormant feelings. You melt into his touch, your thigh stacking on top of his and he grabs onto your side; his thumb on your chin coaxing your mouth to open wider.
His tongue enters your mouth, and you give him full access by leaning in further. A whine escapes your lips, your hips bucking in need. You grab his hand, bringing it down to the aching between your thighs.
He groans as he senses your naked cunt, slick pooled and almost dripping down your thighs. The idea of you going to sleep with nothing other than a shirt makes his feel brain fuzzy with arousal, his middle finger circling your clit.
“Fuck, needy little pussy,”
You instinctively begin to rock you hips against his digits; your palms planted on his chest for support. Deciding to give you more, his fingers tease your dripping entrance before sinking into your cunt.
You moan at the sensation, and Leon feels his cock begging to be released from the confined of his clothes. You begin to ride his fingers, your fluids collecting on the base of his knuckles.
“This pussy just wanted to be filled, huh? Just wanted to feel good?”
He watches you move, his nose picking up the scent of your fluids. He shifts his attention to the ache from his cock, forming a visible bulge in his sweatpants. His fingers slip down his pants along with his underwear enough to pull himself out.
He wraps his fingers around the hot length, earning a hiss from him at the contact. The sound causes your eyes to open and look at what he’s doing. A smirk forms on his lips, his blue eyes locking with yours as his fist pumps up and down his thick cock.
“You wanna try?”
You nod your head hesitantly and he grabs a hold of your hand. He wraps your fingers around him, and with his hand on top of yours he guides your movements. A low groan vibrates from his chest, his head leaning against the headboard behind him as your fingers squeeze around him.
“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well.”
The movement of your hips on his fingers halt when you notice the amount of precum leaking from the head. It takes one look at your face to see the kind of ideas swirling in your head, and this is the first time he wishes that you could properly speak so he knows exactly what you’re thinking—but he has a pretty good guess.
He pats his thigh, signaling you to come closer. Moving towards him, your thighs bracket his with your arms around his shoulders. Leon’s hand snakes up your thigh before massaging the plush of your ass and you take this moment to connect your lips again.
He gives your jaw a quick kiss and teases his cock at your entrance. Sensing your impatience, he helps you sink down his length; your hands gripping his shoulders at the sudden stretch. Leon starts babbling words of praise as pleasure clouds his thoughts; and with each pulse of your walls, he actively forgives you for every inconvenience you have caused since you entered his life.
You begin to move, lifting yourself up before sinking down again and again. Leon blames the significant lack of pussy he’s experienced in these past few years for the way he feels intensely pussy drunk—or maybe it’s because your so wet it’s getting concerning.
“Shit, sweetheart. Show me those tits.”
His hand sneaks beneath your shirt pulling the piece of fabric over your head. Now met with your naked chest, his palms cup the tender flesh into his hand. He watches as the fat beneath the skin bounces with each snap of his hips, his fingers pinching the stiff peaks.
Unsatisfied, he flips you onto your back with his body caging you between his arms. Pushing your thighs further apart, his arms slot underneath your knees to keep them open as his hips move against your again.
Burying his face in the crook of your neck, he takes in the sweet scent of your shampoo tangled into your hair. With you positioned beneath him and his heart beat soaring, his animalistic instincts start taking over.
“Gonna breed this little pussy, get you so full of my cum.”
The mattress supporting your weight creaks with each thrust of his hips, sweat droplets forming along his hairline and down his back. Your whines start getting louder, your hands helplessly grasping at anything within your reach.
He hears his name being muttered a few times, his hands tangling with yours and pinning them down to the mattress beneath you. It takes a few squeezes from your walls to make his thrusts turn sloppy, your legs wrapping around his torso to keep him close.
“Like the idea, sweetheart? Having my bunnies? Keeping you knocked up all the time?”
Your fingernails leave trails of scratches along his broad back as his hips fuck into you feverishly. The head of his cock rubs against the spongy spot inside you, helping you reach your climax. Leon squeezes your hands, his chest heaving along with yours as you pull him into his orgasm with you.
He cusses under his breath as ropes of cum shoot into your velvety walls. He thrusts into you a few times, watching the white ring around the base of his cock become more prominent with each thrust.
His hand rubs your thigh soothingly before pulling out of your spent cunt. The hot liquid leaks from your hole, the sight making him miss being inside you already. You prop yourself up on your elbows, a smile plastered on your face.
“More?”
He lets out a breathy chuckle, and nods. It’s still considered bonding time if he hugs you through it.
just met a hot nerd. guess who's thinking about nerd Leon. 😭😭😭😭woww nerd HUNG HUNG NERD LEON. OK. LIKE. YEAH. QND HES LIKE..
I thought I was small 🥺 and the collective is like ??? 6+ is big!!! so he's like oh.. 😵💫😳 you think I'm big? and he's gets smug about it. QUAGAGWGWUSGUSWGHSGWAHHH AHHHH GUYS WHO UNDERSTANDS WHO GETS IT
let us get more nasty uncle james… maybe where he sticks his dick between his nieces boobs🤭
YEAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! YEAHHH THATS WHAT IM RALKIBG ABOUR YES YES YES and he like spits on u cuz ur nasty too.
moaning and groaning as he struggles to fuck ur tits. "Shit feels so good baby," he pants, practically fucking into your sternum. All bone, no tit.
He leans down, breath smelling like bud light, drooling into your mouth. Giving you a second taste of good ol' beer. James quite literally drowns himself in it after your aunt Mary died. That's why you're here in this situation.
You're her replacement, he thinks. You look just like her. Well. No. But it's the thought that counts, right?
The wedding band on his finger presses into your warmth as he lays you down flat on your back. Opening you up like a feast he's about to consume. All lust, no love in this connection. You're fine with it, probably.
His knuckles press past your opening, wetting the grey band that still ties him to Mary. He would've already started choking on his tears by now, he's far FAR gone at this moment in time. Only your wetness matters to him.
James's tongue presses down flat on your clit, slurping you up like a sweet beer he's never consumed before. Mary wouldn't let him do this, you're better than her.
WHGHAGSHEH OKAY I SHALL STOP HERE BHT LIKE I LOVE U ANONNN 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻😚
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