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DJO
performing at Lollapalooza Brasil (March 22nd, 2026)
LEON S. KENNEDY in RESIDENT EVIL: REQUIEM (2026)
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DJO Lollapalooza Brasil - March 22, 2026
cw: spit play, boot riding and then cleaning it up, dom dynamics probably.
leon kennedy is a nasty man, not in the kind of dirty talk you could immediately think of, saccharine cloying words of filth drawled out to honey drip through your ears and stick against the inside of your head, soaking through the cotton that already fills into the emptied space, no, it's the way he hooks a calloused thumb in the wet underside of your teeth, tugging down until that pretty mouth is wide agape, and he doesn't need to utter a word ā throat rumbling with a pleased sound that settles low when your tongue lolls out, quivering, accepting the glob of spit that falls down from his offering lips with a mewling moan, before swallowing down.
he'd smear what escaped past your plump lower lip, rubbing the spit between two roughened fingers, slicking them up before descending his broad palm down, splayed over the softness of your stomach, against your womb, where it tingles with nervous anticipation that bleeds out in suffusing heat as a roughened thumb catches on your swollen clit, little nub seeming to thrum under the rough circles, fingertips feeling like sandpaper, until your ears strain to another sound of spitting, spine bowing with a droplet that beads down, then gathered and rubbed in up and down the parting folds of your sopping pussy, strings of slick adding on to soften leon's touch, hole clenching around nothing, pebbled clit being pinched and teased until you'll hiccup his name and wriggle those plump asscheeks down his corded thighs.
an almost manic gleam swirls in those powder blue irises that watch your every movement, intent, predatory, gnawing down at his lower lip, broad chest heaving as leon's eyelids drop, heavy over the wrinkle crinkling gaze he studies you with, grinding hips, rhythmic bounce of full breasts, slacking jaw with stuttering keens that soon turn into mindless blabbering, head lolling back with baring throat, slick dripping down and polishing the black gleaming surface of his leather boot, thighs beginning their violent trembling ā puffy folds spread with the blunt tip of the shoe tapping against fluttering hole, and then you're losing control of movements, turning into pup that just humps without an ounce of thought, knees raw and aching from scraping down onto the carpet below, and with the way your needy cunt drools, it'll be soon soaked too.
you will clean it up, as leon doesn't welcomes any mess when off his duty, peeking down at the way your tongue lavishes over the slick smeared leather, collecting every single drop, swallowing it along with your own seeping spit and moaning out loud, spine bend in a pretty arch that curves the swell of your ass just right, high enough for a gorgeous view that tightens his fist around the weeping cockhead of his cock, pearlescent droplets running down the veiny, throbbing girth, broad hips tilting up, palm tightening further, gliding up and down, beefy chest heaving with every gravelly groan and grunt, smiling crooked when he hears you whine, eyelashes swooping low to find your enraptured, doe wide gaze, drawn to the way he jerks himself off, to dark hair that's dusting from his rising navel and dissappears in a treasure patch down unzipped jeans waistband.
he is not cruel, though, not to a sweet girl that had done so good at pleasing him, so he doesn't cums just yet, not without letting your cheeks hollow and tongue circle over his rudy, precum dribbling tip, one broad hand cupping the nape of your neck, fingers scratching in goosebump skin, the other thumbing against the slope of your cheekbone, tender, listening to the way you huff his musk in with limb loosening contentment, leon's head tipping down, hitting the back of the couch, fluffy tresses of silver streaked brunette hair splaying over, enjoying the wet warmth of your mouth, the subtle tightening of throat when you swallow his pulsing cock deeper, until humming around thick spews of creamy seed, gulping every drop.
leon also wouldn't leave you unattended, wouldn't miss an opportunity to kiss at your tender skin, feel how your gooey hole flutters at the burning scrape of his scruffy beard against the hollow of your bobbing throat, dripping in viscous rivulets down the engorged girth of thick cock that hilts deep inside, pulsing and throbbing between clamping grip of gummy walls, blunt fingernails kneading into the fat that layers your hips, flexing the bruising grip into a soothing caress, knowing that's what you need now ā with those glazed eyes looking at him, catching on slow as his tongue breaches in your yielding mouth, humming while chasing the feel of invading, curling tongue sloppy and leisure, so sluggish already, spread on his lap and nuzzling closer when his palm pats down your perky ass.
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"That's what happens when you fuck up"
I fucking guarantee those words will be repeated back to Santos either at the end of the season or next season.
getting mad at ao3 for being against censorship and allowing all kinds of dark and fucked up fics to be on their platform is like getting mad at a library for not banning books
iām fucking feral are u kidding me
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"Waa why aren't fandoms fun anymore" because you keep policing people's headcanons, make fun of cosplayers,make fun of selfshipers, make fun of beginner artists and just make fun of people for having fun š
and because of puritan cunts like you
This timeā¦you aināt gettinā back up.
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I want a boy whoād let me stroke his cock infront of my mirror. His hair would be a mess, his lips would be so flushed and heād be babbling for his mommy to let him come